"He and I... are old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time."
A slight sigh resounded slightly in the heart gathered in the rock.
Zhongli slightly raised his everlasting golden-brown eyes, and his gaze inadvertently fell on the pond outside the wine shop.
Paimon blinked, waiting for Zhongli's next response.
"The first time I met him was probably at the Munata Arena. He was sitting in the high stands with the last generation of nobles."
"At that time, the ancient country of Munata was already in its old age. The war that risked everything made the originally fertile land no longer able to grow food. The plague was rampant and the curse spread."
"For the stability of his rule, Vulcan launched bloody social changes and abolished the rights of slave owners and nobles."
"The arena became the last place for the last generation of nobles to release their pressure."
The voice of Zhongli recounting the story suddenly brought Ying and Paimon back to the Far West Kingdom.
"Then what?"
The girl and Paimon looked at each other, and Little Emergency Food couldn't wait to ask what happened next.
"The Munata people at that time all had a certain heroic complex, advocating force and worshiping the strong. Whoever wins the battle is a hero."
"Gladiators fought with gladiators, gladiators fought with hungry beasts, and animals preyed on animals."
"So the tyrant in Liyue also made a rule that anyone who steps into the arena, regardless of status, is qualified to challenge others, and those who are challenged cannot refuse."
"In the arena where the scorching sun never sets, confident mortals can even challenge the authority of Vulcan."
At this point, Zhongli's voice stopped in time, leaving Paimeng confused, shaking Zhongli's arm vigorously: "Did someone challenge the Vulcan to a duel? Did he win?"
However, a familiar voice with a hint of disdain interrupted Paimon's expectations.
"The man with golden eyes wearing a rock-white robe challenged the God of Fire to a duel. When the battle was evenly divided, the God of Fire was betrayed by the nobles and slave owners, and the balance of victory favored the God of Contract who wielded his sword to cut the mountain."<
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Famas, who had returned from the borderland, walked through the corridors and house doors in the market with familiarity, and walked straight towards Ying and Paimon sitting at the outdoor table and chairs.
"As a result, the fire god of Munata became what people call a lewd, cruel, murderous, and extremely barbaric culprit of war."
The boy in red pulled up a chair next to another wooden table and sat down, then leaned over and pulled out a bamboo fan lit with gold from Zhongli's waist, holding it in front of him.
The emperor moved his chair back a step tacitly.
Tian Tiezui on the stage was spitting all over the place, and Famas unfolded his fan just to block the storyteller's saliva.
When the storyteller's face on the stage turned away, the young man closed the fan with saliva on it and threw it to Zhongli, who was stiff and had a look of disgust on his face.
"Hey~ Famas, you are back!"
Seeing the boy in red returning, Paimon greeted him excitedly, and then was pulled back to him.
The girl has vaguely noticed something.
"People always like to use their imaginations on things they have never seen before, and describe the other person as what they want."
"As a result, the legend was passed down orally from generation to generation under the wear and tear of time and became what it is today."
Zhongli heard the disdain in Famas' tone and spoke calmly.
"But Mr. Zhongli has talked so much, but he still hasn't said how he met Famas?"
Paimon tilted his head and asked, as if he had thought of something. He suddenly opened his mouth in shock and widened his golden eyes.
"Does Mr. Zhongli know... who Famas is?!"
Hearing this, Zhongli just smiled and did not respond. Like a rock standing on the coast, no matter how big the waves are, it cannot shake the tenacity of the rock.
Yingying looked at Famas and Zhongli, who had a certain tacit understanding, with burning eyes. Just when he was about to speak, a beautiful sound like the sound of flowing water suddenly sounded, refreshing.
"I finally found you, the person who returned from the clouds."
"Who is it?"
Paimon heard the sound and looked around, but he didn't find the speaker.
When Ying heard this voice, her eyes suddenly widened.
"Paimon, Famas...be careful!"
Ying was worried that the Qianyan Army he had defeated would go back and call for help.
The Immortals had a cold attitude towards Qixing. At this time, the Qianyan Army had not withdrawn the wanted order for the assassins. Very few people knew that Ying and Paimeng had been to Jueyunjian. Since the people who came knew their identities, they must be Qianyan.
People from Yanjun.
"Don't worry, I am not the Qianyan Army, nor am I a police officer here to arrest you, but I am indeed the envoy of the Seven Stars of Liyue."
On the roof, a girl in a cheongsam with fluffy ice-blue hair stood there, with a curvy hair on her head and dark crimson curved horns on both sides of her head.
"My name is Gan Yu, the secretary of Yuehai Pavilion, and I am here to see you."
The girl has a delicate and beautiful face. She has a copper bell on her collar and looks like an otherworldly fairy. There is a gentle look in her purple eyes.
"Secretary?"
I don’t know why, and my vigilance has not been relaxed. Who knows whether this person who suddenly appears is good or bad.
"To be precise, my job is to be the secretary responsible for all the Seven Stars, and my temporary identity this time is that of Miss Ningguang's special envoy."
Gan Yu stood on the high eaves, smiling and explaining softly.
The moonlight shrouds the girl's body, giving her a special sense of mystery and coldness.
But when he saw Famas present, Coconut Sheep was obviously stunned for a moment, his face turned a little crimson, and then he quickly disappeared.
"Gan Yu... I seem to have heard this name somewhere."
After being surprised, Paimon calmed down and raised his index finger and thumb, making a serious recalling expression.
"I remember! Hutao told us that you are the sister Yeyang that Qiqi mentioned!"
Hearing Paimeng's affirmative words, Gan Yu's gentle purple eyes shrank instantly, and her face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Looking at Ying and Zhongli's eyes that seemed to have enlightenment, her steps were unsteady because of shyness, and she almost fell off the eaves of the house.
Fall down.
"No...no!!"
There was a hint of panic and shame in his tone. Just as Gan Yu was about to explain, he suddenly remembered his identity as the Seven Star Messenger and took a deep breath.
You must not mess up your position.
"Those who have returned from the clouds... Forgive me for being in the world and not being polite, but the letter I brought is a formal invitation letter drawn up by Miss Ningguang in her capacity as Tianquan, inviting you to go to that palace in the sky.
Palace."
Suppressing the shyness in her heart, Gan Yu returned to her cold and inhumane demeanor.
"Invitation letter?"
Paimon and Ying looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and then looked up at Gan Yu.
Why did the aloof Lord Ningguang want to see them all of a sudden? Could it be that he wanted to trick them into going to Qunyu Pavilion and then try to catch a turtle in a urn?
Thinking of this, Paimon nervously pulled Farmas's sleeve.
"Don't panic. If Lord Tianquan really wants to do something to us, there is no need to go to such trouble."
Famas saw what Paimon was thinking and shook his head in a funny way.
"Besides...she doesn't have enough strength."
A flash of blood flashed in the eyes of the young man in red, making Zhongli frown.
After coming out of the boundary between life and death, this guy's strength seems to have become stronger again.
Should I say that he is worthy of being the God of War?
The fluttering invitation fell from the air into Ying's hand. Paimon put his little head next to the girl and read the text on it.
"Hey, only me and Ying were invited?!"
The ornate invitation contained only the names of Paimon and Ying.
"Your Excellency Famas has been invited to visit Qunyu Pavilion."
Gan Yu nodded gently, trying to maintain the elegance of the Seven Star Messenger.
The light of the twinkling moon rose up to the gloomy sky and fell on the attic where pearls, jade, gold and silver were piled.
"Lord Ningguang said: Invite them, I want to see them, in Qunyu Pavilion, I will accompany them one by one... cut the complicated undercurrents."
Gan Yu said what Ning Guang wanted to convey.
I don't know if it was because of shyness or some other reason, but before Ying and Paimon could respond, Gan Yu disappeared in a slight hurry from the eyes of several people after sending out the invitation.
"The messenger who called himself Gan Yu disappeared after leaving these few words..."
Paimon said helplessly, then put his hands on his hips and turned to the boy in red who was pretending to be innocent: "However, Famas actually went to the Jade Pavilion without telling me and Ying!"
"Just go up and look at the scenery."
Famas responded with arms folded.
When he took the coconut milk to find Ying and Paimon, he only briefly told the process of being released by the Seven Stars. He didn't mention a word about the game with Ningguang in the Jade Pavilion. That's why Paimon mustered up the courage.
Angry cheeks.
"Is Qunyu Pavilion fun? Is there any delicious food?"
Just when Famas was about to explain a few words, Paimon couldn't wait to ask questions.
Sure enough, this foodie is only thinking about food and enjoyment.
At this moment, Zhongli finally found the opportunity to interrupt.
"Not many people are lucky enough to be invited to Qun Jade Pavilion as guests. If Paimon children are curious, you might as well go and see for yourself, but don't forget to send the fairy ceremony. After returning from Qun Jade Pavilion, where will we meet next?
It’s Dihuazhou.”
"I will wait for you at Dihuazhou with Famas."
Zhongli naturally knew exactly what Ningguang would say in his invitation. Rather, it would be better to say that what Ningguang knew was what he told Qixing in some obscure ways.
"Hey~ we just met, do we have to separate?"
Paimon hesitantly circled Famas.
"Oh? Little Paimon finally can't bear to leave me?"
Famas quickly grabbed Paimon's arm, pulled her into his arms, and stretched out his hands to pinch the little face of the emergency food.
"No!"
Paimon Abba protested as his face was pinched.
"Damn... the stinking security guard! Dihuazhou, see you or leave!"