Original God, looking for the heart

Timeline: After the Wanderer completed his mission in the world of Mobei and brought Mobei back to the world of Teyvat.

On both sides of the narrow path are towering peaks, with branches extending so much that they don't even want to let in a ray of light. Local people call it "Tianheng Mountain". According to legend, this was also built by the emperor. However, it is naturally no match for the beauty of Guyun Pavilion.

The mountains on both sides also occupied the field of vision, and people traveling here could only see a corner of the world.

I wonder, what will Liyue’s Hai Lantern Festival be like this year? Mo Bei thought, subconsciously squeezing Wanderer's hand. It’s really exciting.

"A Liu, let me tell you, when I came to the Sea Lantern Festival, there was a big-big sacred deer lantern here!"

"If you like it, you can take a few back with you." A hint of doting flashed through the viola blue eyes of the wanderer. He had always responded to Mo Bei's requests.

Celebrating the Hai Lantern Festival with my family for the first time is a novel experience for both Wanderers and Mobei.

But this narrow place will always become a place for uneasy and well-intentioned people to seize "fat". No, a businessman was surrounded by stolen treasures.

The dragon flicked its tail and threw the treasure thieves away. A wind ball was born in Mo Bei's hand, which turned into a ring and pinned them to the stone wall. The wanderer had already floated into the air, beneath his feet was a compressed and collapsed wind field.

"The rat sparrows!"

With a sneer, the entire treasure-stealing group fell down. When the two of them turned back, the businessman had disappeared. Perhaps in return, a scroll lay on the ground.

Mo Bei stepped forward and unfolded the scroll:

In the picture, a clear spring surrounds a high mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is a small town. Families in the small town have decorated their houses brightly. There are adults buying new peaches, and men tasting Tusu. Children gather by the river in twos and threes, some holding big carp in their arms... The boatman holds a bamboo pole and slowly Slowly walking through the pond with blooming lotus flowers...

Although the seasons are somewhat inconsistent, the scenes in the painting seem to be related to the "New Year".

"Thousands of households always exchange old talismans for new peaches."

The scroll seemed a little old, so Mo Bei gently brushed away the dust on it with his hand——

"Ehhhh??" A strong suction force directly dragged Mo Bei into the black hole in the center of the scroll. Upon seeing this, the wanderer quickly grabbed the opponent's hands, and the two divine rings behind him quickly rotated - and then were sucked in together.

——Picture Scroll——

A hole opened in the sky, and Mo Bei and Wanderer fell out of the hole. In the scroll, the birds on the ink dots surrounded them, trailing slowly fading trails, wrapping them around the two of them like smudged ink.

The wanderer hugged Mo Bei's waist and flew upwards, and Mo Bei reacted to control the flow of the wind.

The two landed slowly, and the ink-colored birds dispersed.

Mo Bei raised his hand and found that his sleeves had become wider. From this point of view, it looks a bit like ancient clothing.

"A Liu, the clothes you wear now suit you very well." After Mo Bei reminded him, the wanderer took a closer look at his clothes.

Black swordsman costume with a red belt around the waist. The bamboo hat has also become the most primitive straw woven style, with a layer of white tulle hanging on the edge to cover his face. Mo Bei, on the other hand, tied up his hair with a blue hairband. His clothes were blue, and his skirt was decorated with white decorations, which looked like waves in the sea.

"It's a bit like the world in a painting." The clear water is close to the mountains, and he lives next to the forest... Mo Bei held the wanderer's hand and walked forward.

The path down the mountain is steep, with gravel and even protruding tree roots. The wanderer pulled Mo Bei back and leaned forward to press against the opponent's legs. With flowing clouds and flowing water, he held Mo Bei in his arms steadily in a princess hug posture.

"A Liu, I can walk by myself..." Mo Bei didn't regain his composure and huddled in the other person's arms. The wanderer's hand was placed on his waist, and it became weak even if it moved even slightly. He could only hug the other person's neck obediently, begging for the strange feeling to diminish.

The wanderer's figure remains light. With the help of the wind, he moved through the forest with his feet on the branches.

At the foot of the mountain is the stream.

There is a girl touching the fish by the river. Her clothes are orange and her skirt is embroidered with patterns of stove fires. The next moment, she held the net with both hands and pulled out a big carp from the river and threw it into the hands of the little bear who was standing next to her like a rag doll. (Don’t you really think the rice cake looks like a rag doll?)

The girl was very satisfied with the fruits of her labor: "Cookba, let's eat fish tonight!"

This little bear, known as Guoba, also hummed a few notes and sounded very happy.

Mo Bei patted the homeless man on the shoulder and motioned for him to be put down.

"Hello!" The girl discovered them first, "My name is Xiang Ling, and I am a famous chef here. Are you two here to rest?"

"Hello, you can call me Mo Bei." Mo Bei pointed to the wanderer holding a bamboo hat next to him, "This one, you can just call him a wanderer. As for the reason why we are here... it's up to you You may not believe it, but we were sucked into the painting.”

"What a strange way to enter, I've never heard of it before! However, Mr. Zhongli should be able to help you." Xiangling saw that Guoba had already taken care of the fish, and waved for the two of them to follow.

"Before leaving, you can have fun in the town. Recently, we in Liyue are celebrating the beginning of the year. I recommend you to go to Feiyun Market, which has the most things here. If you two can get Xingqiu Xia Ke If you like it, you may even get a couplet written by him."

"Will knights also stay in the market?"

"That's because Xingqiu likes to read martial arts novels on weekdays. He would even call himself... the descendant of the Gu Hua sect... haha..." Xiang Ling turned her head and looked at Xiao Xiong, "Really? Guo Ba?"

Guoba tilted his head and his eyes widened.

"???"

Well, it seems Guoba doesn’t know either.

"It's the Guhua sect, not the 'Guhua'. How many times have I told you Xiangling." The young man known as "Xingqiu" appeared, and the golden flowing lines shone with his movements. There is a ceremonial sword on his waist. As he said, he is a member of "Guhua".

"You two are unfamiliar faces. I don't know why you came here."

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