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Chapter 87
On the top of Aozang Mountain, in front of Zhenjun's cave, Liuyun Borrowing Wind.

The familiar stone table has been mottled by the years, and the wine glasses of the past have also been covered with dust.

[Stay in the clouds here, sit here to die, borrow the emperor here]

Zhong Li gently sat on his seat, holding a clean teacup in his hand, but there was no tea or wine in the teacup.

True Monarch Liuyun Borrowing Wind is not in the cave at the moment, Zhongli still enters this place with a human body without hindrance.

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The wind kept blowing, and the top of Mount Ozang was extremely cold at night.

Zhongli, however, sat on the stone chair, motionless like an old monk in meditation, but looked at a corner of it, the dusty seat.

In the past thousand years, no second person sat in this position.

The years have carved marks on its body, which is the vicissitudes of the past and the regret of memories.

Suddenly, time seemed to go back in time, the surrounding scene gradually brightened, and the stone table was wiped off the dust.

The gentle woman was sitting on a chair, holding a cup of tea, with a bright smile, which seemed to illuminate the entire Ozang Mountain.

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With a smile on the corner of Zhongli's mouth, he gently raised his teacup and nodded to the woman.

Afterwards, he put down the teacup, and his smile gradually disappeared.

". Clemons, I didn't expect that after so long, you still remember this place."

After Zhongli finished speaking, an old man with white hair and childlike face suddenly appeared beside the stone table with a slight smile.

"Morakes, I have been sealed for thousands of years. And there is only this remnant soul left, and the wear and tear can't find it on my head."

The attitude of the white-haired old man was even more arrogant than Zhong Li imagined. At this moment, he sat in the seat of Zhenjun Liuyun Borrowing Wind without any scruples, and said helplessly: "It's hard to find a suitable successor. , I have been training for so long, but I was almost disturbed by you."

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Zhong Li didn't speak, just waved lightly, and the surrounding scene returned to what it was before.

As before, in the silence of the night.

Afterwards, Zhong Li looked at the white-haired old man with a flat tone:

"Although Ningzhe has experienced a lot in his childhood, he is still from Liyue. Even if I have a good personal relationship with you, I will not allow you to have any plans."

"I only have a remnant soul left, what can I do? Besides, his willpower is not as weak as you think."

Hearing Zhongli's words, the white-haired old man looked even more upset.

".certainly."

Unexpectedly by the old man, Zhong Li nodded slightly, acknowledging his words.

"Then why are you stopping me?"

"His sister is Qixing, and he has a good relationship with the immortals, plus he is smart enough."

Having said this, the white-haired old man understood.

It turned out that Morax wanted to raise that kid as his heir, but he cut off his beard?

So...he came first? ?

"cough"

The white-haired old man coughed, and didn't dare to look at Zhongli's expression, but turned to look at the mountain.

Suddenly, lights flickered at the bottom of the mountain, and the white-haired old man looked over curiously.

At a glance, a group of people carrying lanterns and a box of exquisite silk came to the bottom of the mountain below.

"Morax, look here."

"Ok?"

Zhongli stood up, walked to the side of the white-haired old man, and looked down.

Down below, a small team was walking through the night with a lantern, with a clear goal, heading straight for Aozang Mountain.

And their leader is also an old acquaintance.

The purple-haired girl was directing the team, her delicate face was full of seriousness.

Yuheng Xing-Ke Qing.

"If I remember correctly, this person should be the so-called Seven Stars in Liyue Port, right?"

Seeing this young girl, the white-haired old man spoke thoughtfully.

"Yes."

Zhong Li nodded slightly, looking at the team below.

"Isn't today a month-by-month festival? Why don't these people enjoy the beautiful scenery on a good day, but also work hard to transport a pile of silk to the mountains?"

The white-haired old man's words were full of doubts. In his opinion, this kind of behavior was meaningless.

"They came here to give gifts to the immortals."

Hearing the white-haired old man's words, a smile appeared on Zhongli's face, and he said in a gentle tone, "Look at the sky and the earth, take the moon as an oath, remember the past and think about the present, and have a happy reunion. This is the Moon Festival."

"There are not only humans in Liyue Port, but also immortals. The Moon Festival is not a festival for humans, but a festival for everyone in the big family of Liyue."

"During this festive season, apart from holding events in Hong Kong, Seven Stars will certainly not forget the immortals who have lived in the mountains for a long time."

"Yu Heng Xing Keqing has a heart."

Hearing Zhong Li's explanation, the white-haired old man froze for a moment, then shook his head slightly, with a smile on his face.

He...was also the [God] of a country, and he was also respected by the people he protected.

But now...he is just a remnant soul, unable to do anything, and unable to change anything.

Down below, after being transported to the bottom of Mount Ozang, the team stopped advancing.

To be precise, it was Keqing, the team leader, who ordered the team to stop at the bottom of the mountain.

When they came this time, they did not greet the immortals through the official channels in advance. If they took the liberty to rush up with the convoy at this time, it would be inconsistent with the etiquette.

So, Keqing stopped, bowed slightly towards the top of the mountain, and said:
"Everyone, I am Keqing, Yuheng among the seven stars of Liyue."

"The month-by-month festival is here, and I am only presenting gifts to the immortals on behalf of Liyue Seven Stars and Liyueren."

Afterwards, Ke Qing waved her hand, and someone in the team immediately opened the silk cart, revealing the delicate silk inside.

"This is."

The moment he saw the silk, Zhongli's expression changed slightly.

In previous years, the Liyue Seven Stars also had the tradition of giving gifts to immortals during festivals, but this year, it seems to be very different.

This is because - these silks are not traditionally drawn with the most sophisticated materials and the most skillful masters.

Zhongli could clearly feel that these silks were full of strong and different auras, and the styles were also different.

Some silks are exquisitely crafted and extremely exquisite; while some silks are slightly rusty, but you can still see their intentions with the naked eye.

These were drawn by Liyue Seven Stars and representatives of various industries in Liyue Port.

"Really. I have a heart."

Looking at the ethereal wind in the mountains and the brightly lit convoy below, Zhongli let out a long breath.

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The white-haired old man also had a complicated look on his face. He looked at the serious-looking people below, and his heart was full of thoughts.

human beings.
"The gift has been delivered, and I hope that all the immortal families like Yuheng and won't disturb the immortal family's retreat, so I will leave now."

Keqing didn't say much, let alone what she brought, but she chose to leave after it was delivered.

After carefully and regularly arranging the silk, Ke Qing waved to the team, and the people immediately stepped forward and placed some lamps beside the silk.

The lights surrounded the silk, naturally forming something like a formation, blurring the contents inside.

This technique is useless to immortals, but it is very effective against humans with ulterior motives.

Afterwards, the team did not hesitate any longer and headed towards Liyue Port.

Set foot on the way home, back to the brightly lit city.

At this moment, the top of the mountain.

"Morax, I seem to understand you."

After a long silence, the white-haired old man nodded slightly at Zhongli, and then his figure gradually disappeared until he disappeared.

It was as if he had never been here at all.

month by month.
Zhongli stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains. In the silent mountain forest, only the silk was shining.

(End of this chapter)