Genshin Impact: Without the Eye of God, the Original Man Witnesses the Original

After playing with Yaoyao and Qiqi for a while, Jiang Yi, Ying and Paimeng went to the living hall.

Let’s visit each friend from near to far, and the next ones will naturally be Hu Tao and Zhongli.

Before we got close, loud rock music, accompanied by the smell of firecrackers, rolled in like a hurricane.

Walnut is full of energy and jumping around.

Next to her was a dark-skinned girl holding a musical instrument.

"It's... rock musician Xin Yan!" Paimon said, "She is very famous in Liyue Port. Every night she carries her own musical instrument, stands on the stage she built, and plays the music she composed for every audience member who comes to support her."

"Rock originated in Fontaine, one of the seven kingdoms in the mortal world. It is a new art form in Liyue Harbor. Xin Yan is a pioneer in this art form."

Paimeng and Ying had seen Xin Yan's performance at night, and these words were meant to introduce her to Jiang Yi.

“But I always feel weird about rocking in front of the Hall of the Dead!”

"The one sitting over there is Zhongli, and..."

Jiang Yi saw the long-haired girl wearing a theatrical hat: "Yun Jin! A famous actress from Liyue!"

Now it was Jiang Yi's turn to introduce Ying and Paimeng.

As the three men walked over, flames exploded, shooting up into the sky like a pillar.

The walnuts added fuel to the fire, and it seemed as if the hair would catch fire.

She shouted, "The flames are blazing, and business is booming!"

"Good luck and good fortune!"

"Go away!"

A foot flew out, and firecrackers exploded on the nearby rocks, exploding into golden sparks that fell in front of the door of the Hall of Rebirth like shining Mora.

The rock song ends.

"Hu Tao, your guest is here!" Xin Yan is tall, with healthy tanned skin from the sun.

His face looked a bit fierce, with hard and slanted black eyebrows, bright and fiery eyes that were sharp and fierce, his dress was exaggerated, and his black hair was like two balls of fire, one bound on the left and one on the right, rising straight into the sky.

The two hairbands were red, with conical, exceptionally large, silver-white spikes.

The black trendy outfit on his body, and the black and red short-sleeved jacket were also decorated with many sharp spikes on both shoulders.

There were long red and black braided ropes hanging from the elbows of the clothes.

There is a waist drum behind his waist, which also has thorns. In his hand, he holds a guitar-like instrument, which also has thorns, making his temperament rebellious and sharp.

After she finished speaking, she scratched her head, feeling that this sentence seemed ambiguous, especially when she said it in front of the head of the Wangsheng Hall.

"Hey! Jiang Yi, Ying and little Paimeng!" Hu Tao waved, and with a whoosh, she appeared between Jiang Yi and Ying, and naturally put her hands on their shoulders.

"You're bringing me a gift? You're so polite!" She looked at the gift in Jiang Yi's hand.

"You two smell like herbs. Are you from Bubulu?" Hu Tao found that Jiang Yi and Ying were carrying identical herbal sachets with the number seven written on them.

"Is Qiqi in Bubulu? I'll go visit her later." Her thoughts were jumping and her face was full of enthusiasm.

"Master, Happy Lantern Festival." Jiang Yi gave his blessing and walked to the front. "Mr. Zhongli, Miss Yunjin, and this... Miss Xinyan! Hello!"

"Zhongli, why are you sitting here? Hurry up and greet the guests and go pour a cup of tea!" Hu Tao pulled Jiang Yi and Ying to sit on the stool, showing the majesty of the hall master and ordering the little guests.

Jiang Yi, Ying and Paimeng felt their scalps tingling with embarrassment.

Zhongli glanced at Jiang Yi's waist, then stood up with a smile: "Don't be angry, Hall Master. I'll go right away!"

He was just talking about opera and rock music with Yun Jin.

"Xin Yan, you sit down too!" Hu Tao patted the chair.

"My name is Jiang Yi!" Jiang Yi introduced himself.

"Hello... hello!" Xin Yan had heard of the name of the Flying Sword Master, and even wondered when he would stand on a flying sword and perform a rock and roll show in the air for everyone in Liyue Harbor.

"Are you surprised that we are rocking here?" Yun Jin smiled repeatedly, as if he could see through Paimeng's thoughts.

"Mr. Zhongli, you have always wanted Xin Yan to be the resident singer of Wangsheng Hall! But Xin Yan has always felt that it is not appropriate. Today, Hu Tao forced her to come here. Hmm! It will increase the prosperity of business next year."

"I've put in my greatest enthusiasm, but I don't know... whether this rock music will have any effect on... the business of Wangsheng Hall." Xin Yan lowered her head in embarrassment. She still felt that Hu Tao's thinking was too weird.

In my heart, I couldn’t help but apologize to the people of Liyue Harbor and wish them good health.

"Hey hey! People who play with fire are the guarantee of prosperous business. As long as you make a fire, I make a fire, and then pull Xiangling over to make a fire, it will be Yan. Yan, the light is shining, and money is rolling in like fire. How can this not have an effect?" Hu Tao walked around the four people, happily recounting this beautiful meaning.

This is naturally the case for ordinary businesses, but the Wangsheng Hall? It is somewhat unpleasant for people who are superstitious.

"Wait, one more song!" Hu Tao's heart is as fierce as an eagle. He must create a fiery atmosphere today, even if it lasts for several days and nights.

"Great! Great!" Yun Jin clapped her hands. As a fan who watched Xin Yan's rock show more than three times a week, she naturally raised her hands in agreement.

Zhongli came over and made tea for everyone.

After a short rest and moistening their throats, Xin Yan and Hu Tao went on stage to rock and roll.

"New things, new life!" Zhongli smiled at Jiang Yi and handed him some pastries.

"A new atmosphere!" Jiang Yi held a piece of cake in his mouth, his eyes reflecting a burning fire.

The sword energy of fire that was brewing in his heart became more and more complex, just like the dancing fire, ever-changing and with infinite imagery.

Previously, when I watched Hu Tao’s funeral fire, it was the separation of life and death in which all things return to the void. Now, when I watch Xin Yan’s fire, it is resistance, and the spiritual fire of vigorous rebirth.

Also, there are fireworks from thousands of homes in Liyue Harbor.