Zhongli naturally would not do anything in his room.
Although he was extremely angry, even if Famas was driven away, he could not sleep on a pillow stained with saliva.
Crossing his arms in disgust, Zhongli picked up the teacup and strode out of the room, returning to the front hall on the first floor of the Hall of Rebirth, sitting alone under his own faucet sculpture, drinking tea and sulking.
After a while, a sneaky little head popped out of the door. Walnut, wearing a hexagonal hat, returned to the Hall of Rebirth with a gray face, as if he had fought with someone.
Seeing Zhongli sitting in the center of the Hall of Purity, Hutao was stunned at first, and then saw the green porcelain placed on the wooden table. He quickly wiped the dust on his face, his plum blossom eyes sparkling.
"Mr. Zhongli, this is such beautiful porcelain. Did you buy it from a street stall?"
In Hu Tao's impression, Zhongli had already gone back to his room to rest at this time.
The emperor, who was still sulking, originally wanted to say that he used Mora from Beiguo Bank to pay for whoring, but after thinking about it, he still explained to Hu Tao seriously: "These porcelains were ordered from Chunxiang Kiln for the ceremony of giving to immortals."
Worship."
"Uh-huh...what? Mr. Zhongli, the name of the Hall of Rebirth is not written on the order bill, right?"
Hutao, who wanted to go to the backyard to wash his face first, heard Zhongli's words and became inexplicably worried about the financial situation of the Palace of Purity. His plum blossom eyes stared at Mr. Keqing who was holding the tea cup warily.
A thin mist rose from the steaming cup of tea, and the way Hu Tao leaned forward with his hands behind his back coincided with the way Hu Tao looked when he was young in Zhongli's memory.
"The gentleman from Beiguo Bank pays the bill."
Zhongli's thoughts gradually drifted away. According to the life span of a mortal, Hu Tao is still young, but he is smarter, livelier and calmer than his peers.
Mortal time is always very short, but Hu Tao has a thorough understanding of life and death at a young age. Sometimes he is naughty and lively, and sometimes he is focused and serious. He is like a hall master who can support the important task of the Hall of Rebirth.
As long as she has fewer weird ideas in her mind.
Seeing the stain on the tip of Hu Tao's nose and the face gradually approaching his own, Zhongli knew that Hall Master Hu was brewing some evil idea in his mind.
"Hey, Mr. Zhongli, why don't you take a rest tonight?"
Hutao, who was blinking, came closer, stretched out his index finger painted with black nail polish, and poked Zhongli's arm.
Zhongli became angry when he mentioned this matter, but with the emperor's thousands of years of cultivation, he still said calmly: "Famas will stay in the Hall of Purity these days."
There was a hint of helplessness in Zhongli's words. It was rare to hear Zhongli's tone, and Hutao opened his eyes in excitement.
"That means...Mr. Zhongli will sleep on the same bed as other boys!?"
"Are the rumors true?"
There is an unbelievable look in Hutaomei's red eyes.
"No."
Although he didn't know what kind of rumors were circulating in Liyue, Zhongli felt a dull pain in his head when he saw Hu Tao's excited expression.
After finally sending away the annoying Barbatos, I thought I could retire peacefully, but I didn't expect to suffer the double torture of Famas and Hutao.
"You went to Wuwangpo to provoke the souls of those Munata people again?"
In order to prevent Hutao from asking questions again, Zhongli promptly changed the topic.
"Well, I finally caught a guy who was not affected by the evil spirit. I wanted to ask him what his unfulfilled wishes were, but he still looked like he couldn't get enough..."
The little hall master, who was covered in dust, pouted and expressed his dissatisfaction: "I have to wait for their general to come and take them home, but you told me not to worry about them."
Hu Tao pulled up a chair and leaned her little face on the table, staring sadly at the tawny tea in the cup. The expression of the little devil who often floated next to her also dropped, and Hu Tao pulled the tip of its tail.
Play around with.
"There is no general who can live for thousands of years... I don't believe it every time I explain it to them."
"Do you think so, Mr. Zhongli?"
Hu Tao chanted the four words "Mr. Zhongli" in a cadence. The first two words were pretending to be scary and floated like ghosts whispering, while the last two words were high and high like reciting poetry, which made people... extremely annoying.
Zhongli's hand holding the tea cup tilted slightly, and he accidentally spilled some tea.
Lifting his head slightly, Hu Tao's plum blossom eyes met Zhongli Gujing Wubo's eyes, and the other side of his face that was not suppressed swelled like a little bun.
Short-lived mortals will forget the past, but earth lines and gods will not.
About a thousand years ago, Wuwangpo was also full of vitality.
Until the tragic war between demons and gods entered a fever pitch, and a large number of living lives were forced to be involved in this war. The bodies of the soldiers who died in the Liyue area and the unclaimed ordinary people were randomly buried in Wuwangpo.
Gradually, Wuwangpo, which was originally filled with birds and flowers, began to become gloomy. After the Demon God War ended, the surviving mortals changed for several generations and had long forgotten that there was such a cemetery, but the elements surging in the earth's veins still remembered it. p>
The power of the earth's veins turned into a mist that was too thick to disperse, entangled with the resentment of the innocent people who died, shrouding Wuwangpo day and night.
Objects from the past often appear in the mist, tempting pedestrians to step into the deepest part and sink into their own delusions, with no way to escape.
Morax, who won the war between demons and gods, used his powerful divine power to open up a cave underground in Wuwangpo, named it the place where life and death meet, and promoted the establishment of the Hall of Rebirth, intentionally or unintentionally.
When the Rebirth Hall was first established, a large part of its business was to persuade the deceased who were still conscious to let go of their worries and disperse into the earth.
But the dead in Wuwangpo are not only Liyue people, but also Xumi, Munata, and Mondstadt soldiers who were stranded in Liyue because of the end of the war or the death of the gods.
Due to various reasons, these soldiers were unable to return to their hometown where they were raised, so they could only choose to die in Liyue, and most of them had different beliefs.
The soldiers of Mondstadt firmly believe that the wind will take them back to their hometown, and the Munata people believe that the war dead will be personally taken back to the Fire Nation by the general in flames. Only the Sumeru people who are known for their wisdom can quickly put down their resentments and disappear.
In the ley lines.
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The Munata people's warlike character also makes them the most active group of souls in the land where life and death meet.
The Munata people, who believe in war and plunder, have long formed their own battle formations in the border areas for training. Although most of the Munata soldiers are not clear-headed, they remain vigilant at all times without exception, waiting for their general to call them again.
, enter the battlefield to fight at any time.
The result of the training of a large number of soldiers is that the evil spirit of the military formation in Wuwangpo has become increasingly strong, even affecting the minds of other ordinary people.
Zhongli, who discovered this problem, also went to the border area many times to persuade these soldiers, and even took out the broken muskets and tattered armors he snatched from Famas.
However, none of the soldiers believed Zhongli's words. Some soldiers who died in the battle rushed to Zhongli excitedly and raised their fists to beat him.
"Although I don't know what the external battle situation is like, the general has never been defeated. The reason why it took so long must be that he encountered a difficult enemy."
"We will wait here for the general's call."
"Liyue people, please leave. Seeing how polite you are in speaking, our training is too powerful and will definitely scare you."
The soldiers who were still conscious winked and exchanged looks of trust, and then kicked Zhongli out without any explanation.
The young Morax was so angry that he gave up and left the place where life and death meet to be managed by the past masters of the Hall of the Past.
The first thing every generation of the head of the Rebirth Hall does after taking office is to visit the stranded Munata people, firstly to make them familiar, and secondly to see if there is any chance to deal with these unstable factors.
Drop.
However, as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer sober heroes. By Hutao's generation, most Munata warriors have forgotten the reason for waiting.
For thousands of years, the general's call has never sounded.
Tonight, Hutao heard that a certain soldier had regained his sanity, and was just about to go there to fight in the autumn wind, but was driven out by this group of Munata people.
Looking at Hu Tao's eyes full of curiosity and thinking of Famas sleeping on his bed, Zhongli suddenly had a beneficial and harmless idea in his mind.