To the eternal you

"Anyway, Chong Yun is only worried about Young Master Xingqiu. If he just went over to have a look, Miss Ningguang shouldn't blame us, right?"

Paimon turned his attention to Qibao and suggested.

"And as long as she brings Qibao, she must be happy to ignore Chongyun!"

"Is this little sister called Qibao, but she obviously has the horns that only fairies and beasts have. Well...Qibao...it seems that there is no one like this in Baobao."

At this moment, Chongyun turned his attention to Qibao again.

This look is incredible. At the first look, I haven't noticed the magic, but this time I look at it again, it's like seeing the sun rising, making people's spiritual platform clear, and the secret door of the alchemist who didn't understand it seems to be loose, and inspirations appear frequently.

"Hello! Chongyun! Hey! Chongyun!"

Until Paimon woke him up, Chongyun looked lost, like a student who rarely sleeps in and wakes up to find that he is two classes late, when he hurriedly got up and got dressed, he remembered that today is Sunday , When I was taking off my clothes and was about to lie back, I remembered that it was a make-up class during the holidays.

"It's not good to look at a little lady like that."

Ying didn't find anything wrong with his gaze, but she had to remind her.

After all, she was familiar with it. No one knew better than her what kind of eyes she used to look at Qibao. Compared with herself, Chongyun was obviously more frightened by Qibao with a fairy background.

It is not incomprehensible to think about his identity as an alchemist. For example, the relationship between the Great Sage Conquering Demon and the alchemist is to guard Liyue together, and he is regarded as the immortal that all alchemists all respect and worship.

Although in Mandrill's view, the strength of this group of alchemists is negligible.

"I'm sorry... I was rude..." Chongyun apologized decisively, and even prepared to bow to the little girl to show his sincerity.

But she rejected it with a soft smile: "It's okay, brother Chongyun."

After some strange ideological struggles, Chongyun swallowed the original sentence that I should call you to pray to grandma, and then performed a apprentice salute in a proper manner, which aroused everyone's surprise.

But because he valued Yun's stammering expression as he wanted to explain but couldn't make sense of it, he simply didn't care.

"But although I agreed to Chongyun's request, the day we agreed to go to Qunyu Pavilion has not yet arrived, can we wait?"

There was a hint of apology in Ying's tone.

"Of course it's okay. I'm not in a hurry now. I also need to go back and get ready..."

Chongyun, who didn't know that the traveler was planning to go to the teahouse to watch a play, thought naturally and considerately that she had some other important business to do, so she didn't force it. It doesn't matter, if it doesn't work, he will fabricate a lie, saying that he saw some big devil going to Qunyu Pavilion, and he doesn't believe that the other party refuses to let him go up and have a look.

Even if it's a shame...

Now that he is allowed to go with him, the problem has been solved. He just took some time to prepare, and it is best to disguise himself so that Ningguang can't recognize himself.

A traveler is willing to treat himself sincerely and does not mind damage to his reputation, so how can he feel at ease.

After making an appointment to meet again, before Chong Yun was about to leave, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It seems that today is not a completely bad day for me."

"Speaking of which, Chong Yun hasn't told us why we were in such a hurry in the first place!"

Paimon looked around him and asked with great interest.

"Did you find a girl you like?!"

"No! Cough cough... It's not about finding a girl I like. What I like is more... er! No, I was caught in by Paimon, I just couldn't find a way to go to Qunyu Pavilion, and then When I came back from Tianheng Mountain in frustration, I happened to bump into Xin Yan's rock concert..."

When talking about Xin Yan and Rock, Chong Yun's expression changed obviously.

"Rock...?" Paimon tilted his head.

"It can be regarded as a new art form of Liyue. It expresses emotions with its flexible and bold forms of expression and the rhythm of the music full of love. The singing scene basically has a very warm atmosphere."

Zhongli's words paused for a moment, and then a trace of confusion appeared.

"Speaking of which, I once communicated with the lead singer Xin Yan, hoping to invite her to be the resident singer of the Hall of Death, but she was rejected very flatly. I thought that people like her who were "deviant" were not I don't care about such things. "

"I really think it would be strange if I agreed to you...When a funeral home like the Hall of Death sends off the dead, they hold that kind of enthusiastic rock and roll..."

Ying couldn't help thinking about it, if in the future my dog ​​brought me a dog and was put in a coffin, someone ended up dancing on my grave and holding some rock concert to remember me...

"Haha. Traveler's thinking is the same as that of most Liyue people. Perhaps because of this reason, Xin Yan also thinks it's too early to do so."

Mr. Zhongli is always tolerant and even acknowledging such emerging things. Presumably, the lead singer of Xin Yan is also touching people's hearts with his own efforts like Yunjin.

"Then shall we go and see now?"

Paimon asked.

"Well, I can't taste it because of my physique...so I'm leaving first."

Chong Yun ran away quickly, and the speed was still very fast. It seemed that there was still a long way to go for him to enjoy Xin Yan's rock and roll.

"Well... Although Xin Yan and Yun Jin are not as famous in Liyue Port, they are both very good art forms for me. Fanatical rock and roll makes people express their inner emotions straightforwardly, so join them. Although the connotations of elegant dramas are obscure, you need patience to understand them one by one, but if you get started, you can appreciate the charm of history, which makes people like it from the bottom of their hearts.”

Zhong Li raised a question.

"So, Traveler. Do you want to go to the theater or rock and roll?"

It can be seen that Mr. Zhongli is still a fraternity party as always.

"Well... ask Qibao, I can do it, so I hope to refer to Qibao's opinion."

She looked at the little girl and said softly.

"Me... If I had to choose, I'd still go to Heyu Tea House to listen to the opera. Although rock sounds good, but I like a different form of music."

"Is that so, then there is no need to change the route midway."

Zhongli nodded clearly, didn't mind, and continued to walk forward.

However, a woman in a hurry passed him by. Judging by the beautiful black hair falling from the hood and her slightly petite figure, she was a young girl in full bloom.

And judging from the delicate chin exposed, it seems to be a bit cloudy, and the most important thing is the fragrance... Miss Qianjin likes this kind the most, and he also smelled it under the rock god statue before.

Zhongli paused in thought for a moment, then looked in the direction she was running to. There was a rock and roll venue. It was hard to believe that Mr. Yun, who had always been dignified and elegant, would go there.

But it was quite interesting, when he turned his head, the girl had disappeared.

Everyone also took a few steps forward, looked at Mr. Zhongli who suddenly stopped in a daze, and couldn't help urging in a warm voice.

"Mr. Zhongli obviously praised how powerful Mr. Yun is before, but now he is "transferring love" and has been staring at the rock concert~"

Paimon teased viciously.

"Okay, Mr. Zhongli is probably just curious, let's go, I don't want to let Qibao stand and watch the show, of course, if Qibao agrees, I can't hug—"

Miss Ying who opened her arms to hug someone.

"No, there are a lot of people there. If Sister Ying makes strange moves again, she will be reported again by enthusiastic people, so no~ Sister Keqing won't let you out so easily next time."

Effortlessly dodging the traveler's hug, covering her face with her pink hands, the little girl was lecturing seriously.

Looking at the three people frolicking in front of him, Mr. Zhongli showed nostalgia again, but soon Qibao ran over to hold his hand, the traveler grabbed his arm, Paimeng flew back and pushed his back, he chuckled lightly, and went forward again OK.