The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 12: First Meeting with Zhongli
Chen Tianfeng found an affordable inn to stay in and thought about how to make money.

Make big money, make quick money, and the key is not to break the law.

The first two conditions are easy to meet, just take some risks, but it is not easy to meet the latter at the same time. After all, as the old saying goes, the ways to make money quickly are written in the Constitution and the Criminal Law...

Although this is Liyue in the world of Teyvat, I think some of the laws are similar.

Chen Tianfeng rubbed his temples, feeling a little annoyed.

He could think of many legitimate ways to make money, but these methods either had too little initial returns, or he did not have enough capital, or were not suitable for him.

The legacy left by the Silver Wing brothers is still too little...

Chen Tianfeng muttered to himself and put away the Mora, which he had counted no less than three times.

One thousand three hundred and seventeen moras.

This is all his current wealth. With this little money, it would be difficult for him to live in Liyue Harbor for two months unless he saves it deliberately.

Although Liyue Harbor is large, it is not easy to live in.

Chen Tianfeng sighed, slung his knife over his shoulder, pushed open the door, and came to the rooftop of the inn, trying to let the slightly cold night breeze blow away his messy thoughts so that he could find a suitable way to make money.

We can't really fight the Geocentric Flower, the uncertainty of that thing is too strong. You never know when the Geocentric Phantom that appears might be three Abyss Mages plus four Rockhelm Kings. It's too risky.

He thought and looked up at the starry sky.

The weather is very good tonight, the full moon is hanging high in the sky, the stars are shining brightly, there is not even a trace of cloud, it is so clean that it is suffocating.

A huge black shadow suddenly appeared in the night sky. Chen Tianfeng squinted his eyes and recognized the monster.

——Qun Yu Pavilion.

It was indeed even more beautiful and spectacular than in the game. There were several bright yellow lights on the funnel-shaped bottom, and there were pavilions and terraces on it. Even if one could only glimpse a corner of it, one could not help but sigh that the Qun Yu Pavilion was worthy of the name of the Fairyland on the Clouds and the Palace in the Mists and Clouds.

But what is Qun Yu Pavilion going to do?
Chen Tianfeng was puzzled and tried to look, he saw pieces of white paper fluttering down like snow.

Broken snow in the Qun Yu Pavilion!
Chen Tianfeng instantly realized that this was an opportunity. He returned to the room, took the important things with him, and without any delay, rushed out of the inn with a knife in hand and headed towards the place where the "broken snow" fell.

The scraps of paper thrown by Ningguang are valuable treasures in the eyes of some businessmen. If you can grab some with clear handwriting, you can make some quick money!
As for why it is said to be "grabbed" instead of "picked up"...

Chen Tianfeng glanced at the adventurers who had the same purpose as him, and they kept their distance from each other cautiously.

The "broken snow" landed near Liyue Harbor, and even some pieces of paper floated into the harbor. Therefore, Chen Tianfeng's competitors were not monsters, but humans who also desired these pieces of paper.

Chen Tianfeng looked up and quickly locked onto the largest piece of "broken snow". His eyes flickered slightly and he stopped running along the street. The changes brought by the time travel made his body more agile, and obstacles that he could not pass in the past were now easily overcome.

After climbing over a wall of an unknown house again, Chen Tianfeng glanced and saw a piece of paper hanging on a tree branch. It was about the size of a palm, with neat ink words on it, and a small red dot could be vaguely seen. It was probably the seal of the Qun Yu Pavilion.

Three people were facing each other under the tree, glaring at each other, shouting and threatening, trying to persuade each other with kind words, or just watching the show happily, and none of them wanted to leave.

Chen Tianfeng took a deep breath, held the knife, and jumped off the wall.

The three people who were confronting each other heard the noise and looked over vigilantly.

"Three of you, I am really short of money and need this 'Broken Snow' for emergency. Please help me. I will be grateful!" Chen Tianfeng bowed and said sincerely: "If you are willing, I still have 3,000 Moras in my hand, which I will give to you as a gift."

"Oh, who doesn't have a tight budget?" The burly, bearded man among the three sneered, "I just can't do this, so what can you do? Three thousand Moras, are you sending away beggars?"

“Young man, it’s getting so dark, you should go home early. Don’t rush out to venture into the martial arts world after reading two books about chivalrous men. That kind of thing is no longer popular in Liyue Harbor.” The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, as if giving advice or reminiscing.

Who hasn’t been young once?

A thin horse in a green shirt, drunk and singing wildly, traveling around the world with a sword in hand.

This is almost every boy's dream. The other man did not speak immediately. He first looked at the long sword on Chen Tianfeng's waist, then looked at Chen Tianfeng's eyes, and suddenly said: "Three hundred Moras, I'm leaving now."

He didn't come out tonight to pick up "broken snow", and looking at the look in this guy's eyes, he might really dare to draw his sword in Liyue Harbor... He is a purebred reckless man, so it's better to stay away from him.

Qian San muttered to himself, distanced himself from the bearded, middle-aged man, and stretched out his hand to signal Chen Tianfeng to give him money.

"Thank you!"

Chen Tianfeng bowed again, took out three hundred Moras and threw them to Qian San. Qian San took the Moras, and without stopping, glanced in a certain direction, and quickly climbed over the wall and left.

"What do you two mean?"

Chen Tianfeng adjusted his breathing, his eyes calm: "Please give me some convenience."

"Convenience is bullshit! If you have the ability..."

"bass!"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade reflected the moonlight, making it look even colder and more sinister.

"This is Liyue Harbor! Do you really dare to use a knife?!"

The bearded man looked fierce but was actually timid. His face turned pale. He felt that the guy in front of him was not a young man who had read two books on chivalrous heroes and then came out to "adventure", but more like a young man who had gone astray after reading many books on chivalrous heroes.

"I have no choice. Sorry, both of you!"

Chen Tianfeng's eyes fixed, he exerted force on his feet, turned the long knife in his hand, and chopped at the bearded man with "no effort left". The bearded man was horrified, looking at the blade flashing with cold light, he felt his legs go weak, and sat down on the ground, "just happened" to dodge the long knife.

"Stop! Damn it! Stop for a second! I don't want it anymore!!!"

The bearded man looked at the stopped long sword, almost feeling hot under his crotch. He swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "How dare you move the sword..."

"I really need this money for emergency. I have no choice." Chen Tianfeng put away the knife, his tone still sincere.

"Damn it, you don't have a choice, but I do! Why would I risk my life against you!"

The bearded man summoned up his courage and cursed. He took a few seconds to stand up and looked at the middle-aged man: "I won't fight for this piece anymore. If you want to fight, don't expect me to report to the Qianyan Army."

"I don't care about fighting for anything." The middle-aged man said blankly: "I have a choice too!"

"Thank you both!"

Chen Tianfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Just like when he sent Qian Sanshi away, he took out six hundred Moras and gave them to the two men. He also said some nice words without asking for any money, and watched them leave in a kind voice.

Then Chen Tianfeng did not delay any longer, picked up the "broken snow" hanging on the branch, and carefully put it in his arms.

He was about to leave when he heard a voice behind him.

"My friend, meeting is fate. Would you like to stay for a cup of tea?"

Chen Tianfeng's body stiffened.

He didn't even notice that there were other people here!
He held the knife, turned slowly and looked in the direction where the sound came from. A familiar figure was standing there with a gentle smile on his lips.

The man was wearing an elegant suit and had an outstanding temperament, with a faint imperial look. His golden eyes looked even more stable under the moonlight, giving people an inexplicable feeling of "reliability" and "security".

Chen Tianfeng's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the man's identity.

——Mr. Zhongli, the guest official of the Wangsheng Hall!

Liyue's God of Rock, Rock King!
Why is he here?

(End of this chapter)