Genshin Impact: Liyue Sword Master, players go crazy

Mu Yang didn't know whether Shen He had really let it go after telling the story.

However, the fact that she was willing to talk about these things at least showed that she chose to face them bravely instead of simply avoiding them.

Mu Yang appreciated this very much.

He ruffled Shen He's hair again and said some comforting words.

Finally, he said, "Let's go back. Master Xueyue Zhuyang and the others should be here."

Little Shen He nodded obediently, "Yes."

The two returned to Ao Zang Mountain, and the immortals had already arrived.

In fact, after the divination that day, True Lord Xueyue Zhuyang mentioned the matter of binding the soul with a red rope to Liuyun.

However, Liu Yun did not adopt it directly at that time.

Shen He was too young at that time and had never received any training in magic, which had a huge impact on her growth.

And it wasn't as serious as it is now.

But it’s no longer possible now. Her rage has not been suppressed by her cultivation.

On the contrary, as they age, their fangs gradually show.

If I continue like this, I will definitely hurt myself, so it’s time to do nothing but take action.

Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun spoke, "Shenhe, Muyang told you everything, right?"

Shen He nodded, "Yes, I know, I will listen to you, Master."

She was still as sensible as ever, neither crying nor making a fuss, nor complaining about the unfairness of fate.

The ceremony of binding souls with red ropes begins.

The True Lord of Cutting the Moon and Building the Yang formed a formation, and the other immortals injected their strength...

From that day on, the impression Shen He gave people changed.

When Mu Yang came over, she would immediately stop practicing and come forward to greet him.

However, it is hard to see the natural smile on her face anymore.

Mu Yang felt a little uncomfortable watching this, but there was nothing he could do.

However, this does not seem to be a bad thing for Shenhe.

She now has more energy to focus on her practice and is making rapid progress.

Many years later.

In the Ao Zang Mountains, two white figures were practicing against each other.

Mu Yang still used a long wooden stick.

Shen He, on the other hand, was proficient in all kinds of martial arts. He used various weapons in turn and performed them in great style.

She is now able to skillfully use Mu Yang's sword skills, and can also apply them to other weapons.

After all, the principle is the same.

Moreover, Shen He has her advantage, which is that she combines the strengths of hundreds of schools.

With the help of the talisman, a small piece of the long stick in Mu Yang's hand was finally cut off.

"Master Mu Yang, have I made progress?" Shen He walked up to Mu Yang and asked.

Although there was no expression on her face, there was a hint of pride in her words.

"Not bad, you have indeed made progress. What reward do you want?"

"I want to eat the dragon beard noodles made by Master."

Since her apprentice has made progress, as a master she naturally cannot be stingy with her rewards.

Mu Yang entered the Liuyun Jiefeng Cave to prepare the dough.

The dough must be stretched many times before it can become dragon beard noodles as thin as a hair. This is one of the most sophisticated noodles in Liyue.

Stir-fry chopped green onions, add broth and side dishes, and finally add noodles.

Mu Yang brought the dragon beard noodles to Shen He.

The noodles, as thin as dragon whiskers, are like a waterfall cascading down, with three thousand fine threads falling into the broth that condenses the essence of mountain delicacies.

Mu Yang did not make the dish perfect, but tried his best to restore Shen He's description.

He knew exactly what Shen He wanted to eat.

She was just reminiscing about the taste in her memory.

That was the last time she ate noodles made by her mother...

She had repeatedly reminded herself that she should not remember this taste.

However, over the years I have been unable to give up...

That night, Mu Yang was meditating.

Logically speaking, Shen He should also be practicing meditation nearby.

This is the focus of her current practice.

She has already learned most of the magic arts. Now what she needs to do is to temper her mind and practice restraining her murderous nature.

In this regard, she did a pretty good job.

At least those who trespassed into the Immortal Palace did not lose their lives...

Mu Yang realized something while he was meditating.

Although Shen He's movements were small, he still sensed that Shen He had left Ao Zang Mountain.

And the direction is the direction of Tianheng Mountain.

It seems that what happened during the day made the little girl unable to control herself.

Mu Yang released a divine consciousness to protect Shen He, then returned to meditation and let her go...

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After living in the mountains and practicing for more than ten years, even the most indifferent heart will be stirred.

Even Shen He, whose soul is bound by a red rope, is no exception.

She made progress in her practice today. After eating the dragon beard noodles made by Master Mu Yang, she suddenly had the urge to return to her hometown.

So he quietly went down the mountain under the cover of night.

She didn't understand whether she still had any attachment to her home and relatives, or was just following some vague emotions.

I want to go to the house where I used to live and see what kind of life my stubborn father is leading now.

However, when Shen He really returned to the village, he was dumbfounded -

The whole village has been deserted.

She relied on her memory to find the house where she lived as a child, but what she saw was a wooden house that had been mostly demolished...

Shen He was at a loss for a moment.

In this vast world, it seems that you can go anywhere, but when you think about it carefully, it seems that you can't go anywhere...

Suddenly she heard voices coming from inside, and Shen He slowly approached. She didn't know what she was expecting.

Or what exactly is this emotion in my heart.

Did she want to meet that man? Her father, was that a father?

Shen He's thoughts were in a mess.

However, all her thoughts were interrupted by a scream.

"Boss! Yes, yes, yes, it's the Immortal!"

It turned out that they were just a few petty thieves from a treasure-stealing group. I don’t know what they were digging here.

The leader of the treasure-stealing group saw Shen He's temperament, kowtowed and apologized on the spot, and then fled.

"An immortal..." Shen He murmured.

She looked around the old house, which had been torn down beyond recognition.

It seems to have been washed away by mountain torrents over the years, and half of it is buried in the soil.

The year his father went mad and left home, five-year-old Shen He survived by relying on the help of his neighbors.

Everyone was poor, so Shen He had to pawn all his belongings, leaving only some of his mother's belongings.

Shen He looked at the hole that the treasure-stealing group had just dug. She was a cultivator now, and her vision was different from before. There was indeed something underneath.

She started digging, and in a few moments she had dug out the box.

Shen He brushed off the dust on the box and gently stroked the pattern on it.

"Mother..."

Shen He opened it and saw some talismans on the top. Considering Shen He's current level of cultivation, these were just child's play.

She took out the talisman, and underneath it were needlework and a small sachet embroidered with a white crane.

At the very bottom are the mother and her pictures.

Her mother held her in her arms with a kind smile.

Shen He picked up the picture and gently stroked his mother's face, which had become blurred in his memory.

Tears started to slide down my cheeks without me noticing.

She hurriedly urged the ice element to protect the painting to prevent it from being wetted by tears...

Shen He took out everything in the box. Being proficient in mechanical engineering, she opened the interlayer of the box.

It was a folded letter:

Ah He, happy birthday to you.

When you see this letter, it means that your mother has already ridden a crane to the distant sky.

I won't be able to celebrate your birthday with you anymore.

This sachet is a gift for you. I hope you will stay away from disasters from now on.

Don't laugh at me. My hands are not as flexible as Ah He's. I can't even embroider a white crane properly. I always get pricked by the needle.

......

If possible, I would like to spend ten or twenty birthdays with you.

But I'm afraid that this won't happen, as I know my mother's health best.

......

Make a promise with mom.

When you grow up healthy, you must tell the brightest star in the sky, okay?

Mother will always be waiting for your news in heaven.

Mom believes that you can do it. My Ah He is the best.

......

Ah He, mother really wants to grow up with you...

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Shen He sat by the wall, buried his head in his knees, and cried...

The most sincere emotion in the world cannot be suppressed even by a red string.

After crying, Shen He looked up at the night sky and found the brightest star.

"Mother, I have grown up healthy and well, just as you wished."

"There are many people who love and care for me, Master Liuyun, Master Muyang, Master Xueyue Zhuyang, Master Lishui Dieshan..."

"Today I ate noodles made by Master Mu Yang. He is very good and can make the taste exactly like yours..."

......

Shen He spoke more words to the sky in one night than she had spoken in more than ten years.

Finally, he said he was tired and fell asleep.

She was woken up by people who came to work early in the morning.

Everyone in this village has moved out, but the fields are still here.

Those people called Shen He an immortal.

Shen He said he was from this village, but no one believed him.

Helpless, she stopped explaining and asked where the owner of the house had gone.

Someone told her that several years ago his wife had died of illness, his daughter had gone missing, and his husband had gone mad and hanged himself.

It turned out that the person had passed away.

Shen He no longer paid attention to the voices of people around him.

Just standing there silently, listening to the fleeting whistling sound deep in your heart.

Resentment? Obsession? Relief?

She didn't know what feelings she still had for that person.

In an instant, everything was there, and nothing remained. There was only an ancient well without ripples in my heart.

Even a completely dry well, with no surface for ripples to exist.

But it doesn’t matter, Shen He has found her nectar.

She picked up her mother's box and left amid people's surprised looks.

Every step was taken slowly, but I never looked back.