The Homeless Man of Teyvat

Bai Shu gathered his thoughts, first glanced at the long sword on Chen Tianfeng's waist, and then looked into his eyes: "Have you ever thought about hiding it? Grandma Yuan may not be able to bear the sadness of the death of her relatives."

"I have thought about it, and I have thought of many different versions."

Chen Tianfeng's eyes were calm: "Yuan Mu met a nobleman, went to a foreign country to do business, and was determined to make a lot of money before returning home; Yuan Mu met a woman, fell in love with her at first sight, and planned to live with her; Yuan Mu sincerely looked for medicine, was appreciated by the immortal, and practiced in the mountains..."

"But this is impossible, Yuan Mu is a simple child, even if the immortal wants to take him away, without telling Grandma, he can only knock him unconscious."

But the immortals of Liyue can't do such a thing.

"What's more, I promised to give him a beautiful funeral." Chen Tianfeng unconsciously rubbed his fingers, and it seemed that he could still feel the cold and greasy feeling.

"There are always surprises in life, young man, you should be more open-minded." The white snake wrapped around Bai Zhu's neck raised its head and spit out its tongue. The snake's face could not see any expression: "If you have a knot in your heart because of this, it will affect your health." The voice of the white snake could not be distinguished by gender, and it was a little childish and quite pleasant. Chen Tianfeng looked at the white snake in surprise, and heard its genuine concern, and arched his hands: "Thank you. But I am not that fragile. Birth, aging, illness and death, the world is impermanent, I understand." "That's good, by the way, my name is Changsheng, welcome to come to Bubulu often... Uh, forget it, it's better not to come often." Changsheng put his chin on Bai Zhu's shoulder, looking lazy. Chen Tianfeng smiled, and suddenly wanted to find a talking partner, such as Mondfischl's crow Oz, Wanmintang's little cook Xiangling's rice crust, or the blond traveler's emergency food Paimon... Oh, forget the last one, the cost is too high, I probably can't afford it. He withdrew his thoughts and occasionally chatted with Bai Zhu and Changsheng.

Not long after, Agui appeared with a gourd filled with medicinal soup in one hand and a medicine box in the other, smelling of Chinese medicine.

Without delay, Bai Zhu asked Agui to stay in the medicine house, and then went to Liushu Street with Chen Tianfeng, who took the gourd and medicine box.

The two knocked on the door and found an excuse to coax Grandma Yuan to drink the nourishing soup. Bai Zhu checked the old lady again, boiled some tranquilizers, and then signaled Chen Tianfeng to speak.

Chen Tianfeng looked at the old lady's slightly pale face and gray hair, his throat was dry, and for a moment he forgot how to speak, and the drafts he had thought of on the way became a mess.

"It's about Yuan Mu."

Grandma Yuan tightly grasped Chen Tianfeng's hand, her cloudy eyes filled with the pain she had expected and the sadness she refused to believe: "My Mu'er, is he... is he... gone?"

Yuan Mu had been away from home for several days, and the old lady would think of the worst outcome every day, and sometimes she would wake up in a dream at night.

Today, when she heard that someone was specifically asking about their family, the old lady had already noticed something was wrong. In the afternoon, Chen Tianfeng, a stranger who was asking about the situation, came to her house with Mr. Bubulubai, and took medicine and checked. Grandma Yuan knew that the thing she feared the most had probably happened.

Chen Tianfeng's nose was sour, and he looked away timidly, refusing to look at the old lady, and just nodded: "Well, Yuan Mu ran into the treasure-stealing group... and had an accident..."

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Since leaving Grandma Yuan's house, Chen Tianfeng has not said a word, and Bai Shu and Changsheng are also silent.

Until returning to Bubulu, Chen Tianfeng bowed to Bai Zhu: "Thank you Mr. Bai for today. I wonder how much Mora is the consultation fee and medical expenses?"

"No need." Bai Zhu shook his head and refused. Seeing that Chen Tianfeng insisted on giving it, he thought for a while and advised: "You still owe Wangsheng Hall a lot of Mora. Don't worry about these special circumstances. Besides, if I take the money for today's matter, I will only feel sad. Let's forget it."

"... Thank you Mr. Bai."

Chen Tianfeng bowed and said goodbye to Bai Zhu and Changsheng, turned around and walked down the long steps of Bubulu.

"Changsheng, you seem to have a good impression of him?"

Bai Zhu looked at Chen Tianfeng's back and suddenly spoke.

"Well, he has a very interesting aura. My intuition tells me that if I sign a symbiotic contract with him, there will be only one result." The white snake Changsheng is still lazy.

"Oh? What's the result?"

"I will die."

Changsheng spit out his tongue and said, "He has a strong smell of death."

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The people of Liyue Port all know that there is a fairy palace in the clouds and a palace in the mist above Liyue Port.

That is the all-powerful industry of [Tianquan] Ningguang - Qunyu Pavilion.

When the sky is clear and the air is fresh, looking down from the deck outside the palace gate, most of the scenery of Liyue Port can be seen.

If the night falls, the lights of Liyue Port are lit, and looking down from the deck, the lights of Liyue Port and the reflections of the stars on the sea are intertwined, and you will feel a sense of fantasy that "it's not like being in the human world".

Ye Lan retracted her gaze, tossed the dice, and after getting a satisfactory number of points, she walked straight to Ningguang's office in Qunyu Pavilion.

"Three days later than the scheduled time, what did you encounter?"

Ningguang glanced at Ye Lan who entered with her beautiful eyes and put down the brush.

She wore a cheongsam with a golden phoenix pattern on the collar and a bird-tail-shaped hem, which made her look even more elegant and graceful. Her long platinum hair was curled up by a black and gold hairpin, parted from the back and hanging down to her calves. The vermilion tassels hanging from her forehead echoed the color of her eyes.

"Meet an interesting person."

Yelan pulled up the chair beside him and sat down opposite Ningguang without ceremony.

Although some people say that she obeys [Tian Quan] Ning Guang to act, Ye Lan believes from the bottom of her heart that she cannot be regarded as anyone's subordinate. Her cooperation with Ning Guang is more like a transaction than a superior-subordinate relationship. ···A certain contract was reached.

She could get all the intelligence fruits from the Flower of Danger for Ningguang, but the reward she asked for was only the danger and sense of accomplishment itself. The origins of this collaboration are unknown. The only certainty is that Yelan's footprints have long been imprinted on the land outside Liyue.

Wherever the stars are thought of, there are mysterious visitors.

"Interesting person?"

Ning Guang became interested, but there weren't many people that Ye Lan could call "interesting".

"Chen Tianfeng, a guy with many secrets, has never appeared in Liyue before. According to him, he lived in Mondstadt for a while. But the experiences he said cannot be confirmed or falsified. matter."

Ye Lan recalled the days when she was traveling with Chen Tianfeng: "Of course, these are not important. The important thing is that he seems to have a better understanding of many things than ordinary people, but he lacks some common sense... What did you think of?"

"An immortal who comes down the mountain for the first time, or an immortal disciple." Ningguang said thoughtfully.

"Yes, I thought so at first." Ye Lan nodded and said, "But then I didn't think it was the case. But no matter what, one thing is certain, he has a great secret."

"What are you going to do?"

"Let's contact him for a while first. If he doesn't have any ill intentions towards Liyue, we won't be able to do anything."

"Well, Liyue is not stingy enough to accept a 'secret guest'."

Ning Guang nodded gently, with a smile on his red lips: "You came at the right time today, do me a small favor."

"You tell me, I will decide whether to help or not depending on the situation."

Ye Lan stood up and followed Ning Guang. The two left the palace and came to the deck.

Miss Baiwen, one of [Tianquan]'s confidants, stood aside, holding a large box filled with scraps of paper.

"I've been meaning to ask you for a long time, what kind of bad taste do you have?"

Yelan raised her eyebrows, guessing what Ningguang was talking about.

Qun Yu Pavilion is broken into pieces of snow.

The businessmen of Liyue Port called it this, and the storyteller even composed a poem specifically for it.

[There are flutters, and snow dust seems to fall on the clouds.

Dense and sparse, each word is as precious as a rare treasure.

As soon as I think about it, the rivers and mountains are swallowed up.

Everyone knows that the power of heaven is respected. 】

But underneath this heroic and majestic poem, there is actually the bad deeds of this woman, Ning Guang, who smashed the discarded information papers and threw them from the Qunyu Pavilion.

However, those businessmen are still flocking to it, trying their best to buy these discarded scraps of paper at high prices, trying to obtain some important information so that they can profit from it.

But most failed.

These people don't even think about how Ningguang, a woman, could throw away hard-earned information. The occasionally useful information that appears is just a false hope thrown by Ningguang.

Or maybe businessmen think that they are lucky and can reap the benefits smoothly. What does the life and death of other people have to do with them?

"How can you say it's a bad taste?"

Ningguang didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "I disposed of the garbage, the restless adventurers got tasks, the merchants got the commodities they longed for, and even the sanitation personnel who clean the streets in Liyue Port will receive a bonus from Qun Yu Pavilion every year. It’s a good thing for everyone to win together.”

"If I hadn't known that you were throwing away part of it and then hiding part to sell to other merchants at a high price, maybe I would have believed it." Ye Lan sneered.

"Who would dislike Morado?"

His beautiful red eyes reflected the night sky of Liyue Harbor, and he twisted up a few pieces of paper and sprinkled them downwards: "I'll help you next, Miss Yelan."

Then it really seemed as if it had snowed in the sky. Countless businessmen raised their heads, their eyes full of heat.