aircannonsinc Chapter 176 Young Man...
Chapter 176 Young Man...
"Mo Ran, Chongyun! Come here quickly." Paimeng called out loudly. The man in black nodded and walked over. Chongyun looked back at the motionless Xingqiu and followed.
Keqing looked at the book "Liyue Mythology" opened on the desk, frowned, and said, "I did find it, but..."
"It is recorded in it: Its shape is like a dragon, its long tail covers the sun, its claw controls fire, and it grants wisdom to people. When ordinary people receive this gift, they cook with fire and live a good life."
"Its shape is like a dragon..." Xiangling spread her hands and said, "It looks very similar to the characteristics of the legendary Lord Yan."
Keqing looked thoughtful and was silent for a while before saying, "Yes, but this is the only record in the book. If you want to verify it further, you need to continue investigating."
"There are no other records in the library. We need to find another way."
Paimeng lowered his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Actually, there is no need to go through so much trouble. Mo Ran's ancestors have been close to the immortals for generations. We can just go to his house and look through the records!"
Keqing opened her beautiful eyes wide, her gaze was as sharp as a torch, and she said, "Yes... ahem, well, I am trying to go far away. If Mr. Mo Ran's family is convenient, please take us to your house."
Mo Ran, like an ordinary citizen, put his hands in his wide sleeves and said slowly: "Don't bother, I basically remember all the records of my ancestors, and it's also thanks to Yuhengxing that he remembered me! Haha."
Keqing's eyes flickered. She was already extremely busy with the remnants of the Whirlpool and the affairs of the Moon-Chasing Festival, so it was natural that she would forget things easily.
No matter how resolute and resolute a person is, she will also have a tired side, but she never shows it in front of others.
Mo Ran glanced at the little raccoon staring at him, put his hands behind his back, and said like a storyteller on stage: "Three thousand seven hundred years ago, before Liyue Harbor was built, the Kitchen God appeared in Guiliji."
"He has the ability to transform into any number of forms. He would go into people's homes and help them cook. When the smoke from the cooking stoves rose to the sky and the aroma of cooking spread far away, the Kitchen God would disappear and no one would know where he was."
"In the records of our ancestors, it is written like this: The Kitchen God has a gentle temperament and is kind to people. He is covered with yellow hair and is three people tall. He has no fangs and no claws. He looks like a giant doll."
"When the devastating flood came, the Kitchen God used a spicy meat steamed bun to drive away the cold for the residents. Because this dish is easy to make and has extraordinary meaning, it has been passed down to this day."
"Later, the Demon War ended, but the long years of war left the land of Liyue stained with countless filth. The water turned black and poisonous, and the crops withered and lost their vitality."
"The Kitchen God cannot bear to see the world suffer so much, so he is willing to purify the land at the cost of all his divine power. However, he will also fall into a deep sleep from which he will never wake up!"
After Mo Ran finished speaking, he stopped abruptly. Firstly, he needed to calm down, and secondly, the murderous intent in his old friend's eyes showed signs of being unable to be suppressed.
"The Kitchen God actually has such a story..." Paimon was a little depressed, and so were the others beside him. They couldn't help feeling sad when they thought of this god who had established his mind for the world and fought for a piece of land for all living things to survive.
Xiangling touched her companion's head and whispered, "Guoba, are you also remembering the Kitchen God?"
"Lululu!" Guoba hummed twice.
The smile on Mo Ran's lips flashed away, and then he said with a sad face: "The Kitchen God's action is for justice, but we don't need to be too sad. The Kitchen God is powerful and has great magical powers. He once left some of his consciousness, but now, no one knows where it is hidden."
"Maybe the Kitchen God heard everything we talked about just now!" As he said this, the man in black glanced at the raccoon intentionally or unintentionally, as if to say, what did I say?
“Is this the result?” Keqing sighed, with determination in her eyes. She would definitely protect Liyue, which is guarded by the gods!
Kong pondered in silence, because he always felt that this was a story made up by Mo Ran. After all, he took Morax to send Rock Emperor away before, and the Kitchen God in this story might still be alive.
Xiangling thought for a while, remembered her original purpose, and asked, "Chongyun, can you tell me about your preference for food?"
"Food?" Chongyun murmured, suddenly feeling creepy, and said, "Are you going to participate in that chef competition?!"
"Yeah, why do you look so terrified?" Xiang Ling scratched her head, unable to figure out the reason.
But Xiangling didn't know that Chongyun's mind was as clear as a mirror. Thinking about the dishes made by slime in the past and all kinds of extremely spicy foods, Chongyun couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
He hurriedly advised: "Xiangling, this is a serious matter, you must not prepare those weird foods for the competition..."
Chongyun held his forehead with one hand, thinking of the bad past, but he could do nothing about it and could only let out a long sigh.
"What do you mean by a weird thing?" The two have been playmates since childhood, so Xiangling didn't have to worry too much. She put her hands on her waist and stared at him with dissatisfaction.
Sora smiled slightly, but his expression was a little resentful, and said, "It should be a dish like the slime slippery wild mushrooms that I was lucky enough to try last time."
Xiang Ling was stunned for a moment, glanced away, and said awkwardly: "The reputation of Slime Mushroom is indeed not very good, so I came here to do research, and strive to make a more convincing and attractive dish!"
Chongyun didn't think about it and said directly: "I like cold dishes."
"Is it because Chongyun can't eat spicy food?" Paimeng was deeply impressed by this guy who caused a big fuss in Wanmin Hall last time.
Chongyun heard this and smiled awkwardly, saying, "That's indeed the case."
Xiangling nodded, noted down a choice, looked around, and asked in confusion, "Where's Xingqiu?"
Chongyun also uttered an "eh" and looked towards where he was standing. There was no one there. He immediately said in surprise, "It's gone!"
"He's outside the door." Mo Ran reminded them. They didn't notice Xingqiu leaving, but he knew it clearly.
When they reached the door, they saw Xingqiu with his eyes shut, motionless, mumbling, "Be true to my heart... My sword... Be true to... my heart!"
A sword condensed by the power of water element was suspended in front of the young man, with the tip of the sword pointing downward, as if waiting for its master to drive it.
Xingqiu did not open his eyes. He placed two fingers of his right hand together and gently rubbed the sword's edge. There were no patterns or carvings on the sword, nor was there anything deliberately crafted. It was just a sword, a very pure sword that the young man had carried with him as he traveled around the world drinking!
Xingqiu gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, his eyes wide open, the light in his eyes seemed to be reaching far and high.
The young man shouted and swung the three-foot sword in his hand. The sword light was surging and stabbed towards the grass in the distance, sweeping up countless grass leaves like fallen leaves in an autumn wind.
The sword moves are still going on. Although the sword is condensed from water, it is extremely sharp. As a young man, he is fearless. The sword skills of Xingqiu's master, the Guhua School, are displayed in his hands and are already at the master's level.
This scene amazed her two playmates and Yuheng Keqing. Even though Keqing had been practicing sword skills since she was a child, diligently and hardworking, and had never given up, at this moment, she still felt that her sword skills were so superb that they were hard to match.
Kong was also full of praise. He had much more combat experience than the previous three people, but Xingqiu's sword also made him feel like he needed to look up to him. It was the sword, not the swordsmanship.
Mo Ran and Guoba each smiled, without much surprise on their faces, because in their eyes, they had already seen that Chu Qiu was shackled in his heart, and as long as the knot in his heart was untied, reaching this step would not be difficult.
Xingqiu's heart knot was the issue of sword-flying, something he had been searching for since he was a child and something he had dreamed of trying. Although he later acquired the Eye of God and could use elemental power to fly the sword, he felt that it was not true sword-flying, and thus his sword-fighting skills stagnated.
Now, inspired, he would not have any doubts. In the last move, at the end, Xingqiu flew the sword out of his hand, circled in the air, made a beautiful sword flower, and then disappeared. Just as he said, he did not reveal his true appearance and did not seek fame or wealth.
Although the sword was gone, the light in Xingqiu's eyes remained. He looked up at the direction where the sword disappeared, and felt something in his heart. No matter what the sword was, as long as it didn't hurt innocent people... he could have a clear conscience! These words echoed in his ears.
"Young men are full of vigor and ambition, and they measure the vastness of the earth.
The green sword points to the sky to test its sharpness, the sun and the moon are dim but I am brilliant.
I can go anywhere with strong liquor and thin clothes, and live up to the passion of youth.
Who can bear the stalks of grass and reeds? I am the only young man in the world."
The poems written by Xingqiu are sonorous and powerful, and they are full of the youthful vigor and vitality that a young man should have. His clothes flutter in the breeze, showing his youth and vigor.
Mo Ran looked at the young man and couldn't help but think of his own bloody and sad youth. He said with emotion: "No matter how high the Liyue Mountains are, they are not as high as the young man's spine. No matter how vast the world is, it is far less than the young man's state of mind!"