The Homeless Man of Teyvat

Chen Tianfeng found an affordable inn to stay in, thinking about how to make money.

Make big money, make money quickly, 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 laws are similar.

Chen Tianfeng rubbed his temples, feeling a little annoyed.

He can think of many legitimate ways to make money, but these methods either have too little initial returns, or they are not enough capital, or they are not suitable for him.

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

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

10,317 Mora.

This is all his current wealth. With this little money, it is difficult to live in Liyue Harbor for two months without deliberately saving.

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

Chen Tianfeng sighed, carrying a knife, pushed open the door, and came to the rooftop of the inn. He tried to let the slightly cold night wind blow away his messy thoughts so that he could find a suitable way to make money.

You can't really fight the earth vein flower, the uncertainty of that thing is too strong, and it's hard to say whether the earth vein phantom that pops up is three abyss mages plus four hill rock helmet kings. It's too risky.

He thought and cast his eyes on the starry sky.

The weather is very good tonight, the full moon is hanging high, the stars are bright, there is not even a trace of cloud, and it is so clean that it makes people suffocate.

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

——Qun Yu Pavilion.

It is indeed more beautiful and spectacular than in the game. There are several bright yellow lights at the bottom of the funnel. Even if you only peek at a corner of the pavilions and buildings above, you can't help but sigh that the Qun Yu Pavilion is worthy of the name of Yunshang Xianfu and Yanxia Xinggong.

But what is the Qun Yu Pavilion going to do?

Chen Tianfeng was puzzled and tried to look, and saw the white paper fragments fluttering down like snow.

Qun Yu Pavilion Broken Snow!

Chen Tianfeng instantly realized that this was an opportunity, returned to the room, took the important things with him, and then rushed out of the inn with a knife without delay, rushing to the place where the "broken snow" fell.

These scraps of paper thrown by Ningguang are rare treasures in the eyes of some merchants. If you grab some with clear handwriting, you will make 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 each of them kept a distance from each other.

The landing point of the "broken snow" was near Liyue Harbor, and some pieces of paper even floated into the harbor. Therefore, Chen Tianfeng's competitors were not monsters, but humans who also craved 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 the obstacles that he could not pass in the past were now easily climbed over.

Climbing over a wall of an unknown house again, Chen Tianfeng glanced and saw a piece of paper hanging on a branch. It was about the size of a palm, with neat ink characters, and a little red could be vaguely seen. It was probably the seal of the Qun Yu Pavilion.

Three people were confronting each other under the tree, glaring at each other, either scolding and threatening, or persuading each other with kind words, or watching the show happily, but they were unwilling to leave.

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

The three people who were confronting heard the movement and looked over vigilantly.

"Three of you, I'm really short of money and need this 'broken snow' for emergency. Please help me. I'll be grateful!" Chen Tianfeng bowed his hands and said sincerely: "If you are willing, I still have 3,000 Mora in my hand, just as a gift to you." "Oh, who doesn't have money?" The burly man with a beard sneered: "I just can't do it, what can you do? Three thousand Mora, you send beggars?" "Young man, it's so dark, you should go home early. Don't run out to venture into the world after reading two books about martial arts heroes. Liyue Port has long stopped that." The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, as if he was giving advice or reminiscing. Who hasn't been young before? Green clothes and thin horses, drunken singing, swordsmanship and traveling the world. 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 this guy's eyes, he might really dare to draw his sword in Liyue Port... Purebred reckless man, it's better to stay away.

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

"Thank you!"

Chen Tianfeng bowed again, took out three hundred Moras and threw them to Qian San. Qian San took the Moras, did not stop, 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 a favor."

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

"Swish!"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade reflected the moonlight, which was even colder.

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

The middle-aged man with a sharp beard and a pale face turned pale. He felt that the guy in front of him was not a young man who had read two chivalrous novels and then went out to "make trouble", but more like a young man who had read many novels and became obsessed.

"I have no choice, I'm sorry you two!"

Chen Tianfeng's eyes narrowed, he exerted force on his feet, flipped the long knife in his hand, and slashed at the beard "without sparing any effort." The bearded man turned pale with fright. Looking at the shimmering blade of the knife, he felt his legs weaken and fell to the ground. He "happened" to narrowly avoid the long knife.

"Stop! Damn stop it!! I don't want it anymore!!!"

The bearded man looked at the stopped long knife, feeling a heat in his crotch. He swallowed hard, and his voice was trembling with fear: "You, how dare you use the knife..."

"My little brother really needs this money for emergency relief. I have no choice." Chen Tianfeng put away the knife, but his tone remained sincere.

"Damn it, you don't have a choice, I do have a choice! Why am I playing with you!"

The bearded man regained his courage and cursed. After waiting for a few seconds, he stood up and looked at the middle-aged man: "I won't fight for this piece. If you plan to fight, don't expect me to go to Qianyanjun to report the case."

"I'll give it my all." The middle-aged man said blankly, "I also have a choice!"

"Thank you both!"

Chen Tianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he had given away Qian Sanshi, he took out 600 molas and gave them to the two of them. He also said some good words about not paying for the money, and watched the two of them leave in a good voice.

Then Chen Tianfeng didn't waste any more time, picked off the "broken snow" hanging on the branches, and carefully put it into his arms.

He was about to leave when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"My little friend, we are destined to meet each other. Do you want to stay for a cup of tea?"

Chen Tianfeng stiffened.

He didn't even realize there were other people here!

Holding the knife, he slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a familiar figure standing there with a gentle smile on his lips.

The man was dressed in a luxurious dress, with an outstanding temperament and a vague imperial look. His golden eyes were even more stable under the moonlight, giving him a feeling of "reliability" and "security" inexplicably.

Chen Tianfeng's heart skipped a beat as he recognized this person's identity.

——Mr. Zhongli, guest of the Palace of Purity!

Liyue’s God of Rock, King of Rocks!

Why is he here?