Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

The old man took the paper Wutong had written on and read it carefully. Different from the wild and uninhibited handwriting of the previous people, it has a rare balance of weight and weight, hardness and softness, a simple, innocent, natural and plain atmosphere.

Look at the content again.

Jinli held a feast, and Lan Xiangyan was in her early years.

The color is separated from the ground, and the light is far away in the sky.

Picking up Han Suspect Starfall, Yilou is like the moon hanging.

Don't have a daughter's smile, come and reflect in front of the nine branches.

Looking away from the paper, I saw a blond exotic man who never left the girl who wrote the poem. The girl covered her mouth and whispered something, and she didn't know if the man heard it all. She saw that the light in her eyes was getting brighter and brighter, her charming smile was getting deeper and deeper, and her wanton look was enough to make many ladies next to her stop.

"Ahem..." The old man clenched his fist and coughed lightly, calling back the attention of the two of them.

"Hahahaha, you two don't need to be nervous. Old man, I just want to ask, who did this girl learn from when she wrote this poem so well?"

For some reason, a figure suddenly flashed through Wutong's mind, and he almost couldn't stop saying, "Zhongli."

Both Kong and the old gentleman were stunned.

Wutong, who reacted quickly, blinked and thought about how to explain it. It was only because at that moment her brain was powered off that the figures of Mr. Zhongli and Mr. Yao overlapped, resulting in this scene where the mouth ran in front and the brain chased behind. .

I haven't come up with any suitable explanation yet.

Kong held Wutong's hand reassuringly and said to the old man with a smile: "Sorry, I just saw the back of someone who looked like an acquaintance. I hope you don't mind. Her teacher has retired to the mountains. We are sorry that we can't tell you." Old gentleman."

"Nothing, nothing, this poem is the most beautiful I have seen this year, so you two deserve this grand prize. Come on, accept it." The old man also smiled back, waved his hand, and handed over the poem. He carefully put it into the box, took off the lantern hanging on the top, and handed it to the two people in front of him.

Kong bent down to say thank you and took the Xiaodeng. As he walked towards Wanmin Hall, he untied the sachet hanging on it. Inside was the free coupon for Xinyuexuan. He took it out, shook it from side to side, and said to the Wutong beside him: "Look , I said you can do it, and you also said that the most you can get is that jade hairpin, how about it? Let’s cash it in another day.”

"Well, do you like it?" Wutong asked, tilting his head and holding his hands behind his back.

There are lanterns and shadows, and there are trees and flowers.

It is more beautiful than the lights in thousands of homes, more beautiful than the stars reflected in the night sea, and more graceful than the glazed lilies blooming on the stone altar. Orange gold, deep sea ink blue, pure white and bright purple, make up her.

Kong was stunned, remembering the last line of the poem written by the person in front of him.

Don't have a daughter's smile, come and reflect in front of the nine branches.

"I like it, I like it."

I absolutely love it.

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After the Lantern Festival, Paimon always felt as if he had missed a lot. He just ate delicious food at Xiangling's place for one night, and then returned to his two traveling companions. Not only was the scroll that had troubled Wutong for a long time untied, but also The two of them still didn't know where they had won the grand prize of a free meal at Xinyuexuan.

But because Wutong chose to sleep with Paimon that night, and told Paimon the ins and outs of the incident and the things he recalled, he successfully coaxed him back to sleep.

Now, they had a free day and came to Zhutian Fang to look for Zhongli.

"Oh? I didn't expect to meet you here."

At the same table, the woman with a ponytail put down the teacup in her hand and smiled: "Are these three your friends?"

Zhongli nodded, turned sideways and began to introduce the visitor to everyone present: "Well, I was lucky enough to meet Kong and Wutong some time ago. They are well-informed and knowledgeable. I feel very close to each other when I get along with them."

Then he turned around and asked: "We just talked about the topic of the Rock King Emperor in history. Are you interested in hearing about it?"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a beard said: "This gentleman seems to underestimate the power of Lord Yan. As a professional archaeologist, I want to correct some of his views."

Kong stopped talking and looked at the archaeologist and then at Zhongli who was standing: "Well... he actually... maybe, no one knows better than him..."

After introduction, the bearded archaeologist was named Han Xue, the previous woman was Wan Yan, and finally another middle-aged man wearing small round transparent glasses was named Yixuan.

"We are discussing the whereabouts of the first mola in history." Hanxue raised his hand to stop Kong's words and continued.

Yixuan took a sip and said, "As we all know, under the guidance of Lord Yan, the ancestors of Liyue smelted ore and used the initial goods to trade with other countries in the world. Today, Liyue has the sole right to cast Mora in the entire continent. . And the first mola in the world should have been cast by Prince Yan himself thousands of years ago."

Wanyan looked at Yixuan: "Based on my research...and a little guesswork, I think this historic mola may have been secretly passed down as a token. For example...the person in charge of Li The Seven Stars of the Moon, will there be any rituals unknown to outsiders before each generation takes office..."

"No no no."

Everyone present turned their attention to Hanxue and saw that he had a serious face, folded his hands on the table, and leaned forward: "According to my research, the status of this first mola is not that simple. As we all know, , Mora is a catalyst. To this day, there are also thaumaturgy that uses Mora's effect in mysticism to strengthen weapons. The first Mora in the world must contain the strongest power. So my next This historical work is to boldly demonstrate the latest results of my ten years of painstaking research!”

"That's it - Prince Yan used this mora as a catalyst to strengthen his sword."

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Wutong raised her eyebrows and said nothing. This situation reminded her that in this world, people from other families who had nothing to do were always happy to guess how prosperous and majestic Mr. Yao was during the Tang and Song Dynasties. Even when foreigners are walking in the corridors of the luxurious palace when they come to visit and worship, they can always smell the fragrance in the air.

Then he openly praises and secretly criticizes Mr. Yifan’s good temper now and his downfall in modern times.

Mr. Yao curled his lips and rolled his eyes, but he didn't care. He preferred chatting at home to gossiping outside, so later he was willing to secretly tell his children at home that it was Princess Changle and he who accidentally burned the spices stored in the warehouse. Halfway through, Tang Taizong was so angry and funny on the spot that there was a misunderstanding about the extravagant phenomenon and the unsmiling king.

What's more, in modern times, his marksmanship was extremely good, and those scoundrels would die if they showed their little heads on the battlefield. If it weren't for the stubborn children in the camp who were always worried about holding him back, he might have won many military medals.

As for his children's exploration of the unknown past such as Shan Hai Jing, mythology, Taoist Buddhism, etc., my husband just smiled and said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, they were not allowed to become spirits, but he still often brought new gadgets to the Martyrs Cemetery or Kunlun Mountain. Disappeared for a few days. Then he came back and sat in a market teahouse, listening to the children's wild speculations and imaginations about him, pulling Jingye along to admire him and laugh frequently.

Later, Mr. Jing reluctantly revealed that his husband seemed to have a collection album, which was full of fun things he heard from various children. One by one, he recorded them all in a thick stack, and he was treated like a treasure. Locked in a safe.