Genshen: Starting from Liyue, he is equipped with the seals of the Six Kingdoms

During the Sea Lantern Festival, Liyue Port is several times more prosperous than usual.

After a busy year, people have become more enthusiastic about consumption than usual, and even the most well-prepared businesses are scratching their heads due to insufficient inventory.

In this crazy atmosphere of people buying and buying, the novel clothes brought by Mi Lu were sold out almost as soon as they were put on the shelves.

The goods that were originally expected to be sold for half a month were sold out in less than three days, which made Mi Lu scratch his head in frustration and wished he could fly back to Fontaine on the spot to replenish a batch of goods.

Wang Fushe and Mandrill, who had been helping Mi Lu's shop for three days, were also very happy, but not because the business was good, but because they could go home early after completing the task ahead of schedule.

Mi Lu paid the wages readily, but then insisted: "Brother Wang, you and I hit it off right away, why don't you stay for one more day? Let's go shopping in Liyue Port together tomorrow. You will have something to tell your parents, wife and children when you get home." no?"

Of course Wang Fushe didn't have a wife or children, but his parents had lived in the countryside all their lives and might indeed be interested in new things to see in Liyue Port, so Wang Fushe thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Mi Lu clapped his hands happily and said: "That's great! I heard that the Zhonglie Temple in Yujingtai in Liyue Port is very efficacious. Tomorrow we will go there to worship first, and then go to Feiyun Slope and Eat Tiger Rock to taste Liyue delicacies. !”

Early the next morning, the three of them boarded the Yujing Terrace together, and were shocked to find that the front of the Zhonglie Temple was crowded with people. There were hundreds of people from the Qianyan Army around to maintain order, and they even had to queue up to worship inside.

Mi Lu was dizzy by the crowd of moving heads and couldn't help but said: "Oh my God... Even the Supreme Tribunal on Judgment Day over Fengdan doesn't have so many people! How effective is this Zhonglie Temple?!"

Wang Fushe had never been to Liyue Port and couldn't answer the question for a while. Mandrill also doesn't like to talk, and just stays silent when he hears words. Suddenly, an old man beside him answered: "This guest looks like a native of Liyue, but he said that the one in Fengdan is my Liyue resident?"

Seeing this, Mi Lu hurriedly saluted and said: "Yes, father-in-law, I, Mi Lu, are being polite. I moved to Fengdan from my ancestors. This is the first time I have returned to Liyue Port..."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "It's no wonder. The guests don't know that the Zhonglie Temple is indeed efficacious, but if it's just that, it won't attract so many people."

"When the Zhonglie Temple was first established, it was to commemorate the 21,624 soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country in the Liyue Defense War three years ago."

"After it was completed, General You Bixing Niyu proposed to expand the temple and expand the scope of commemoration and sacrifice to all the immortals and mortals who dedicated their lives to defend Liyue over the past 3,700 years since the establishment of Liyue, as well as the deceased emperor. Together."

"After the temple was expanded, Youbi Xing donated nearly one billion molara to build side halls around the main temple, depicting major historical events in the 3,700 years since Liyue was founded in the form of sculptures. It is said that Jue was specially invited for this purpose. Immortals among the clouds serve as historical advisors.”

"The thousand-year history of Liyue is contained in this temple, and many heroic stories have been told by thousands of people..."

Mi Lu was dazzled by what he heard, and couldn't help but dance and said: "I have seen this, I must have been here more than once? I dare you, junior, to trouble you to explain it to us? Today, I will serve all the tea and meals with filial piety. Make my father-in-law satisfied!"

The old man laughed, pointed to a badge on his chest and said: "You don't need to be filial. The old man is a private commentator authorized by the General Affairs Department, but he is not at work today. If you are interested, it doesn't hurt for the old man to tell you. "

Mi Lu became even more happy after hearing this, and immediately served him diligently, chatting with the old man to relieve his boredom.

When it was finally their turn to enter, Lieutenant Qianyan who was guarding the gate changed his face slightly when he saw the old man. He hurriedly stepped forward and complained: "Old man, why are you waiting in line when you come? Why don't we just come to us and let you in?" ?”

The old man shook his head and said: "It's a big holiday, everyone is queuing up, why am I, an old man, doing something special?"

Lieutenant Qianyan smiled bitterly and said: "How can you be considered special? You should have enjoyed this kind of treatment..."

Some people who didn't know the situation heard it and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What kind of identity does this old man have to be treated like this by the Qianyan Army? Could he be one of the Nine Lights?"

"I guess so? I heard that there are a few older ones among Jiu Yao..."

"Sure enough, it's better to have a high official position..."

Captain Qianyan had sharp ears and didn't say much when he heard these comments. He just smiled coldly and said to the old man: "Since you don't do anything special, let's follow the rules. Qianyan Army! Line up!"

As soon as the order was given, the Qianyan Army guarding the entrance immediately became solemn and lined up neatly, their guns like a forest!

"Salute to the hero of Liyue!"

At the sound of the order, dozens of Qianyan troops stood at attention and saluted solemnly!

The actions of dozens of people instantly silenced the entire crowd!

It took a moment for someone to react, and the crowd instantly exploded.

Someone knowledgeable immediately pointed at the old man and said loudly: "That old man is wearing the Liyue Hero Medal on his chest!"

Liyue Hero Medal, Liyue's highest honor at present, has been awarded no more than five medals, and even the well-known You Bixing in Liyue has not received it!

Of course, this is not because You Bixing has insufficient achievements, but because You Bixing himself proposed that all medals in Liyue should only be awarded to commanders and below, so as to prevent medals from becoming a tool for high-ranking people to whitewash their achievements.

Seeing this, the old man quickly waved his hands and said: "No, no, no! The old man has not made any great contributions to Liyue, so he does not deserve such etiquette!"

The Qianyan Military Academy Lieutenant smiled and said: "Although you are receiving the medal on behalf of a relative, the rules are rules. The regulations only say that Qianyan Army must perform a military salute when receiving a medal, but it does not say that receiving the medal on behalf of a relative is not included in this... Hurry up Come in, it’s a big holiday, we still have to maintain order!”

The old man couldn't resist, so he shook his head slightly and called Mi Lu and others to speed up and enter the temple gate.

Behind the main entrance of Zhonglie Temple is a large courtyard with a statue in the center.

The statue is only one person tall, and the people carved are also of body height, far less tall than the other rock statues. However, even this small sculpture gives people an unshakable sense of solidity.

"This statue is called 'Blood Dried City'." The old man said slowly with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, "This is the reality of the last battle in Guiliyuan, when dozens of seriously injured soldiers formed a human wall of flesh and blood, trying to block the final charge of the monsters. A scene..."

As the battle of Guiliyuan was slowly spoken by the old man, Mi Lu and Wang Fushe were shocked and speechless. They stared blankly at the human wall composed of soldiers, common people and even fools. For a moment, they felt that the language was so poor. .

After telling that story, the old man stepped forward slowly and gently stroked the cheek of a soldier in the center of the wall.

The statue of the warrior's eyes widened, seeming to be shouting silently.

"This is my son, the real owner of this Liyue Hero Medal, Jinshi, the commander of the Qianyan Army."

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Happy Lantern Festival, all book friends!