Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

As a historian, she has a sense of historical responsibility.

She gritted her teeth, as if she was chewing on hatred, "The salt people will not become Morax's subordinates!"

great city...

Zhong Li gazed at the city below the mountain, his eyes moved slightly, complex emotions appeared for the first time in his bright golden eyes, he seemed to be moved.

On the other hand, Ms. Ying didn't have any sense of time, autumn or historical mission. She was just thinking about how many treasures could be dug out of such an ancient city.

Money is not enough.

Qingnuoyan... Last time I was fooling around in Wanmintang, I spent thousands of moras, and when spring comes, I have to buy clothes again... It's really only the head of the family who knows that oil, salt, ginger and vinegar are expensive.

They can be sad about time and autumn, but Ms. Ying has to pay attention to daily necessities.

This time it's a fight...cough, archeology, we must get all the food expenses for this year.

The road of salt in the ground is not easy.

"What are you writing again?"

Qing Nuoyan asked Miss Ying who was walking behind, and the latter took out her old "Travel Guide to Tevat", holding a pencil, and carefully recorded something on the title page of the book.

"Diary." Ying said without raising her head, "Travel diary."

"Who is a serious person who keeps a diary?" said the boy.

Qing Nuoyan glanced at it lightly, the paper was densely covered with Yingjuanxiu handwriting, and the diary location was all there was - she was really serious about traveling again.

Xu Shi noticed Qing Nuoyan's gaze, Ying raised her head, her eyebrows frowned, her face was cold, and she rubbed Qing Nuoyan's back with her fingers: "Don't look at it."

Telling myself not to watch it, it would be too disrespectful to myself.

Qing Nuoyan glanced at the puddles on the ground from the corner of his eye. He had good eyesight and planned to take a peek.

"On the third day of junior high school, I went to Qingnuoyan with Qingnuoyan...the Aozang Mountain among the clouds, wild lilies and dandelions bloom in the mountains, it is very beautiful."

The boy couldn't help reading it out, "That idiot...suddenly... picked me up, it's so... so bad what's the matter? - Hey, don't close it."

Ying closed the book with a snap, like a frightened hare, her golden eyes seemed to be a little flustered, the light in them was like a pool of broken gold ripples, she gritted her silver teeth slightly, and gently used The pencil in his hand poked Qing Nuoyan's back,

"It's scary, bastard."

Her voice was low, her head dripped down, and she poked Qing Nuoyan's back with the pen holder again and again, "Idiot, I'm really afraid that you suddenly threw me off...It's because of fear!"

She emphasized it over and over again.

"That's fear."

Those things written, those... how could this guy see it!

Bastard bastard, don't you know it's impolite to peek at a girl's diary...!

"Is that so?"

Qing Nuoyan tilted his head and looked at her.

Ying's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she avoided the boy's curious gaze, "That's right. Yes, it's just fear, it's fear."

"Then you look scared now?"

Qing Nuoyan didn't quite understand girls, Ying's delicate face was turned sideways, revealing her fair neck, and her eyes didn't meet Qing Nuoyan's. Delicate beads of sweat flowed down the side of her face, along her neck and onto her collarbone , she seemed to be very hot, and her ears were flushed like red.

This look is exactly the same as the one I saw on the mountain that day—was it because I was afraid?

"It's fear."

She said bluntly, "I'm also afraid now. If you fight on the ground, who isn't afraid!"

That's it.

"What are you talking about, whether you are in Longtan or Tiger's Den, you will protect me, you are the chick, right?"

Qing Nuoyan smiled.

"This..." Ying bit her lip, "This is different, different."

"Then don't be afraid."

Qing Nuoyan said with a smile, the young man stared at Ying earnestly, his azure blue eyes were as clean as a lake, reflecting Ying's flushed side face,

"Whether this underground is Longtan or Tiger's Den, I will protect Ying, so you don't have to be afraid."

The boy was also very serious, he showed a smile that wrapped around me.

But... why... this guy's expression seems to be even more frightened!

She tilted her head even more, as if she was afraid of meeting her own eyes, she bit her lip, the blush on her ears had already covered her cheeks, and delicate sweat dripped down her fair neck.

　"foul."

Ying whispered, her voice was as low as an insect's moan.

"What?" Qing Nuoyan asked.

"You said these words...it's obviously my words." She avoided her face awkwardly, biting her lip, "You...this is a foul."

"It's a foul..."

-

This ancient relic has finally come to an end.

On the way, there were naturally monsters such as Qiuqiu people blocking the way, but they were all solved by Qing Nuoyan's talisman, and the methods of the immortal family made him more and more handy, almost integrated, the talent of this body is jaw-droppingly high.

In front of them is the tallest building in the ancient city, or the palace. According to Zhongli, this place is located in the power center of the rock in the ground. If converted into Liyue, it is equivalent to Liyue's Qunyu Pavilion.

The gate, which is as high as three people, is covered with rust spots.

The outer skin of the gate has been peeling off, revealing the scarlet inner skin, which is covered with deep-growth creepers. There are several traps in front of the gate, but Mr. Zhongli easily disarmed them.

With the roar of the gears, layers of rotten rust began to fall off, and the creeper's vine door was torn open, and the door made a creaking sound and burst open.

Inside are ruins.

In the long corridor, at the end of the corridor, there is an altar. Surprisingly, the altar is very empty, only a simple earthen jar.

The earthen pot is not big, and half a pot of fine salt is filled in it.

Qing Nuoyan stared at the half jar of fine salt, inexplicably lost in thought.

The salt shaker is found in the content of the agreement.

Presumably this is the salt shaker.

"Is it just a can of salt..." Miss Ying seemed disappointed, she thought she could make a lot of money, "The Demon God of Salt is not rich."

"Although it is a salt shaker, it is not ordinary."

Zhong Li said, "It's only half, but there will always be half. If you can't pour it out, there will always be half in the salt shaker."

"That's not endless...!"

"I want this."

Ying's eyes lit up in an instant, and she quickly walked up to the altar, and took down the salt shaker, she held the salt shaker to her chest protectively, like a little squirrel holding a nut.

"Little girl, I will abide by the contract."

According to the contract, take things in sequence, one time per person.

Wan Yan stared excitedly at the deepest part of the ruins, her eyes were almost blind, "Infinity...the authority of the Demon God of Salt is indeed very powerful."

The more she explored, the more convinced Wan Yan was that the powerful Salt Demon God was assassinated by traitors sent by Morax, but the ruler of Liyue chose to cover up this disgraceful history.

Continuing to walk forward, passing through another forged bronze gate, a new altar appeared again, and a crystal-clear ruler was placed on the altar.

"This is a salt ruler, and it also has part of Heulia's authority." Zhongli explained, "Insert it into the soil, and the soil will be covered with salt, which symbolizes the [harvest] of salt."

Compared with the infinite salt shakers, the salt ruler seems to be more precious.The power of the salt ruler is even more powerful.

Qing Nuoyan thought in his heart.

The salt ruler, sure enough, the next one is the salt ruler.

Agree to collect salt rulers and salt shakers.

"I want--"

"Give me the salt ruler, please."

Surprisingly, Qing Nuoyan and Wan Yan spoke at the same time.

Gee.

Trouble now.

The two fell in love with an item at the same time.

Qing Nuoyan thought to himself, in order to complete the agreement, he needs to get the salt ruler.

But the 'contract' made with Mr. Zhongli is also an agreement, and Qing Nuoyan hates breaking the contract.

But Wanyan didn't intend to give in, the girl's eyes were shining, she stared straight at the magnificent ruler, and said softly:

"Just take the ruler back and show it to the people of Liyue, and everyone will know the strength of the Salt Demon God... This is the proof!"

"Mr. Zhongli." Wan Yan turned her head and looked at Zhongli, "Please give me this ruler."

"You said that."

She said earnestly that a cultural person is worthy of being a cultural person, and can fight for things in a very reasonable way, or to put it in a wrong way:

"The contract is fair, and Miss Ying and Qing Nuoyan are together. According to the rules of sequential retrieval, their side has already taken the salt jar, so this time it should be my turn to fetch the object. No. Otherwise, it's not fair."

Although her statement is a bit tricky, it also makes sense.

But Qing Nuoyan couldn't back down.

He wants to fulfill the agreement.

"Young man, I know."

Wan Yan's voice softened, she said to Qingnuoyan,

"What is your purpose... I guessed a thing or two. It's nothing more than wanting to make money by relying on the authority of the God of Salt... You have already got the salt shaker, so you won't be short of money anymore."

She glanced at Ying, and her gaze stayed on the other small shovel on Ying's waist for a moment. In fact, Wan Yan was dissatisfied with Ying's attitude from the very beginning, but she kept holding back and didn't let it out—what is this girl carrying? The shovel ,compass?

What does she see archeology as?

Do you only have money in your eyes...?

If their values ​​are like this, Wan Yan would not be able to say anything, but when it comes to the God of Salt she worships, Wan Yan can no longer remain silent.

"But my purpose is different."

The girl's eyes are very sincere, and there seems to be light in her eyes. The light in her eyes is like the bright sun at dawn, very clean, clear and great. She stares at Qing Nuoyan's eyes seriously, wanting to influence the stubborn Qing Nuoyan ,

"I need this salt ruler, and I need to take it back—because it involves an important historical truth. This is my mission as a historian. I have an obligation to reveal the ugly side of immortals to the people!"

What she said was very touching, but from the very beginning, Qing Nuoyan couldn't understand what she was saying.

Inexplicable words.

He tilted his head.

What makes money, what mission, why is she different....Is she the only one who has a mission?

Acting like... I'm mean.

Fulfilling the agreement with friends is also Qing Nuoyan's unyielding mission.

This was originally something given to him by a friend in the agreement.

Qing Nuoyan lowered her head, her light blue eyes showed no extra expression, she just watched Wanyan calmly.

What does your mission have to do with me...

You may be great, but am I mean?

Anyone's mission has nothing to do with Qing Nuoyan. He has made up his mind to live heartlessly in this life, and he has no heart and heart for his own life. How can he care about other people's affairs?

Qing Nuoyan hated being kidnapped the most.