Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

Thousands of miles away.

Someone actually told the story of his Barbatos on the territory of that fellow Morax.

Chapter 22: Your name is Barbatos

There was a gust of wind.

The bard pricked up his ears, and through the breeze from afar, he heard the story told by the storyteller clearly.

That's right—

Someone is in Liyue Port, telling the story of the wind god-Barbatos.

And he spoke word for word.

Even the bard himself couldn't find a single flaw.

next moment!

Wearing a cloak, hat, and pigtails, the bard suddenly stood up.

Follow the wind and look in the direction of Liyue Port.

muttered to himself:

"So that's how it was—two thousand seven hundred years ago, I was born in a hurricane like this."

"Thank you, Wendy!"

"It was your music that created me and gave me a name—let me take you to listen to the stories told by the listeners."

Done!

The bard took out a feather and placed it on the dilapidated tombstone.

Disappeared in place with the wind.

Headed towards Liyue's direction.

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at the same time.

In Liyue Port, Wangshu Inn.

Once Li Mo was immersed in the memory, no matter how noisy the audience was, it would not be able to affect him.

He kept talking about it based on his memories of that life.

Following Li Mo's narration, above the inn, the screen composed of thunder and lightning elements began to play.

Revealed the ancient Old Mond--

A furious hurricane appeared—

It also showed the appearance of the young Wendy playing the harp——

offstage.

When Zhongli, and the moment when General Thunder saw the young Wendy.

Brows furrowed.

They were shocked that the appearance of the young Wendy in the story was exactly the same as that of the wind god Barbatos.

Could it be that - Fengshen-Barbatos is also the same as Thor.

Are they all gods accomplished with human bodies?

General Thunder retorted decisively: "Impossible... Barbatos' body is definitely not a human being, but a breeze."

"This must have been fabricated by the storyteller."

now.

Even General Thunder and Lightning had doubts about Li Mo's story.

but--

Zhongli at the side was calm: "Listen, I don't think the story is that simple."

now!

on the stage!

Li Mo did not stop talking, but was full of affectionate storytelling.

Not only that.

The virtual screen composed of lightning elements on the inn has also been playing normally.

On screen...

The boy named Wendy didn't know the effect of the sound of the harp he played on the breeze.

He likes the harp, so he comes to the foot of the city wall every day, playing the beautiful harp sound——

He likes to recite poems, so he sings free poems to the hurricane with the sound of music every day——

Over time.

I don't know how many days have passed.

The young Wendy began to create verses by himself. He wrote the words gray sky and black earth into his verses.

But—he always felt that something was wrong.

Is the sky really gray?

Is the earth really black?

The vast world outside was completely blocked by the violent hurricane. The young Wendy could not see the outside world, nor could she judge the color of the sky and the earth.

Even so, it still did not dispel the young Wendy's desire to create.

He writes and draws on the ground.

Actually wrote a complete piece of music.

Immediately—the boy plucked the strings.

While playing, he sang:

"Great God of Wind, wave your hand lightly to disperse this violent hurricane—"

"Get me out of this tower—"

"Let me see the gray sky, let me see the black grass—"

The young Wendy sang all the freedom in her heart.

but--

Young Wendy didn't notice.

Every time he sings a song of freedom, it can cause the surrounding wind elemental power to vibrate.

The fragile wind spirit in the hurricane can also take this opportunity to absorb more wind element power and strengthen itself.

stronger!

With the boy singing.

That ray of free wind spirit finally condensed enough wind element power.

Jump out of the hurricane.

It has become an independent individual independent of the hurricane, and has become a brand new demon god in the land of Mond.

After breaking away from the hurricane.

The wisp of wind spirit did not leave, but surrounded the young Wendy.

Listen carefully to the wonderful sound of the harp——

Seriously appreciate the ballad of freedom——

Sometimes, if you are not careful, you will blow the ends of the young Wendy's hair, or blow up the young man's green cloak.

Young Wendy seems to have a sense.

He looked around cautiously, and only continued playing the harp when he found no one around.

Beside the young Wendy.

The Spirit of the Wind could not go around, listening to the beautiful sound of the harp, he was already intoxicated by it.

It subconsciously praised:

"It sounds so good—"

But—even the spirit of the wind didn't think of it.

It just thought about it in its heart, and it actually made a sound, which was heard by the boy playing the harp.

The young Wendy was playing the harp when she suddenly heard a strange voice and was startled:

"who is it?"

"who?"

The young Wendy turned her head hastily.

But - under the spacious city wall.

Apart from the young man, there was no sign of a second person.

Young Wendy murmured to herself:

"Could it be that I heard wrong?"

"Hearing hallucinations?"

But the next moment.

A slightly immature, somewhat excited crisp voice.