stonecrandall Chapter 122 Another "Yes"
Chapter 122 Another "Yes"
The dark night finally fell, and a big sun rose from the sea in the east, driving away the darkness and cold, and bringing light and warmth to the continent of Teyvat.
The bustling Liyue Harbor was still bustling with traffic, as if yesterday's events had not dealt a heavy blow to this commercial port with a history of nearly 4,000 years.
On the outskirts of the northern part of Liyue Harbor, beneath the statue of the Seven Heavens God, stood a young man with phoenix eyes and amber pupils, a pair of sword-like eyebrows and a dignified appearance.
The young man stared at this rock god statue with a great origin, in a daze.
In fact, the people of Liyue were also wondering why the Geo King, who was always calm and had never lost his manners, would sit in such an unruly posture?
The people of Liyue have been arguing about this unsolved mystery for thousands of years, but there is still no conclusion.
The most widely circulated version of the story was proposed by the Emperor's friend, the Immortal Lord Dangmo Chuzhang. It is said that the Immortal Lord once said: "The Emperor has fought against thousands of demons and gods without ever losing a single battle. He conquered Liyue and created currency. His achievements are unmatched throughout the ages."
"So, when you are full of vigor and vitality, you should be wild and unrestrained, and fearless! Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of this unforgettable achievement?"
As to what the truth is, it is still unknown.
Because the two parties involved have never mentioned this old incident, perhaps they feel that the past events of their youth are too painful to recall?
"You're here quite early." Mo Ran, dressed in black, walked over with a smile on his ordinary face, and he was in a good mood.
Zhongli shook his head slightly and didn't respond.
Mo Ran raised his head, looked at the majestic rock statue, and smiled, "Missing the days of battle?"
Zhongli closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. Thousands of years of memories flashed through his mind. He then slowly said, "Yes, there are some, but not much. I was just thinking that Liyue has finally been handed over to humans."
"The era of immortal rule is gone, just like the memories in my mind, it will never return. Liyue Harbor will usher in human rule and a new life. I believe it will become even stronger."
Mo Ran said softly, "Yes."
Morax had also said this "yes" thousands of years ago, in response to the words of Master Xueyue Zhuyang.
The hope at that time was that the Demon War would end, Liyue would be stabilized as soon as possible, and humans would live in a world without war.
The current hope is that humans can govern Liyue themselves without the intervention of immortals, or that a crisis occurs in Liyue Harbor that even immortals cannot solve, requiring the "deceased" Geo King to intervene.
The two "yes"s have been heard throughout Liyue for thousands of years. Different people, different places, different expectations, but the answer is the same.
Because they believe in the people of Liyue, and believe that the people of Liyue will govern Liyue well. This is what they have seen in the ancestors of the people of Liyue. They hope that this concept can be passed down and burn forever.
Two men who looked young but were actually old antiques stood there, looking at the statue of the Rock God and the Liyue River and mountains behind the statue. There seemed to be scenes from the past in their eyes.
But some are blurry, some...I can't remember clearly.
Because the wear and tear of time exists all the time, no living thing can escape it.
"Hey, Mo Ran, Zhongli, have you been waiting for a long time?" A charming voice sounded. It was Paimeng and Kong, two strangers who came on the wind.
“Not very long.” Zhongli sighed, “Compared to the Rock King’s watch carved on the statue, it was just a brief moment.”
Paimon smiled and said innocently, "How can a human compare to a statue!"
Mo Ran suddenly spoke up, inexplicably, "Sometimes, people do last longer than statues. For example, the Yaksha Temple outside Liyue Harbor has had its statues repaired no less than ten times."
That was nearly a thousand years ago, when the Ruotuo Dragon King went berserk and fought with the Rock Emperor in the suburbs of Lisha. The aftermath caused the entire Liyue land to tremble three times, not to mention the Yaksha Temple which was less than a few thousand miles away.
Paimon looked at the man in black who was saying this seriously, and didn't know how to respond. So it was Sora who spoke up, "A statue is just a statue. It can't compare to a real, living person."
Mo Ran smiled and said, "That's right. Anyway, there is no need to commemorate him through statues now. We can see him everywhere, haha."
The heavy and noisy mood aroused by the sight of the old things just now finally dissipated with a smile after a few words.
Yes, they are still there, they are all there.
Zhongli felt more cheerful and said leisurely, "That's true. How about it, traveler? Did you bring the ointment?"
Paimon, who also serves as a guide and has multiple identities, took out three kinds of ointments and said with inexplicable pride: "Three kinds of ointments, all the same!"
"Thank you for your hard work, both of you. Now try to offer the ointment one by one." Zhongli did not move, and Mo Ran did the same. Obviously, this job fell on the blond boy again.
A Beauty Hidden in a Golden House, Splendid Mountains, and Ethereal Immortal Fate. Three kinds of ointments were offered, and the statue of the Rock King immediately made a choice.
Sora turned around and said, "Emperor Yan Wang seems to like the third one."
Paimon pondered, "The third type of perfume is the style that mature women like. Could it be that the Rock King is a mature big sister?!"
Zhongli should have explained it with a smile, but with his old friend in black next to him, the situation was completely different.
Mo Ran laughed loudly and said, "Who knows? Rumor has it that the Emperor has thousands of incarnations. Maybe among these incarnations, there are a few gentle, considerate, and mature big sisters!"
After expressing his feelings, Mo Ran returned to his usual self.
Zhongli's expression remained unchanged, but his breathing became noticeably faster, which was then gone in a flash without leaving any trace. He still looked as calm and composed as ever.
Paimon lamented, "It's a pity that we only saw the dragon shape falling from the sky at that time, and we don't know whether the Liyue Seven Stars caught the murderer."
Zhongli said slowly: "Let those who are in high positions worry about that. We just need to prepare a farewell ceremony for the Rock King."
Paimon took over the conversation and asked, "Now that this task is done, what should we do next?"
"Next." Zhongli pondered for a while and said, "I hope you can borrow the Dust-Clearing Bell for me. Currently, the Dust-Clearing Bell is kept at Grandma Ping's place. We have already met her before."
Paimon responded, "Okay, but why don't you come with us this time?"
Zhongli said calmly: "I need to prepare for the follow-up matters here, so it is inconvenient for me to leave."
Mo Ran probably knew 70% of the reason why Zhongli didn't want to leave. Perhaps it was because thousands of years ago, Morax did not decide the winner of the dispute between Ge Chenlangshi Zhenjun and the Demon God of Dust. Therefore, Zhongli felt that if he went to borrow the room, he would most likely be troubled.
Seeing that Zhongli didn't want to go, Kong took Paimeng and prepared to set off. The man in black pushed the reluctant Zhongli and sneered, "Since you are looking for someone to borrow something, of course you have to go in person to show your sincerity. Mr. Zhongli, don't refuse."
"Otherwise, I can only ignore etiquette and laws and tie you up directly." Mo Ran sighed and said earnestly: "But you also know that I am not a person who will ignore other people's requests, so please don't ask for mercy, Mr. Zhongli, and don't make it difficult for me!"
The words were very pleasant and touching. If Mo Ran had not pulled and dragged him forcefully, and his implication was actually to prevent Zhongli from shouting to let go, then they would probably have been believable.
Liyue Harbor, outside Yujing Terrace.
Zhongli remained unmoved and allowed Mo Ran to push him from behind. The blond boys Kong and Paimon walked in front, as if he was leading two old men who still had childishness and were always at odds with each other out.
Although these two old men are indeed very old, they do not look old. Instead, they look young and vigorous, as if they are in their prime.
Come to think of it, if he hadn't seen through everything, who would have thought that Mr. Zhongli, the idle man who never paid his bills, would be the god of wealth who created Mora, the Rock King Morax?
Who would have thought that Boss Mo, who always wore black clothes, was unknown in the Liyue business world but famous everywhere, was the True Lord of Subduing Demons and Removing Obstacles, who was introverted and did not show any immortal aura?
Standing in the world and looking at the things in the world, who can truly understand everything and know the truth?