aircannonsinc Chapter 125: Patterns Dedicated to the Seven Gods
Chapter 125: Patterns Dedicated to the Seven Gods
Near Chihuyan Street in Liyue Harbor, there is a toy stall with a long history. Its reputation is well-known in Liyue. The current stall owner, Ashanpo, is a kind old lady.
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the four people approaching. He grinned and said, "Guests are here? The seven kites we ordered have been tied up. Do you want to pick them up now?"
Zhongli followed Liyue's traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young, and said politely, "Yes, thank you for your hard work."
Ashanpo shook her head slightly, looking at the exquisite samples on the stall, and sighed: "These days, it's rare to find customers willing to buy this kind of thing. In the early days, there were still some friends from all walks of life who could use it."
Paimon hummed and talked to the blond boy, "This Mr. Zhongli is a guest of the Wangsheng Hall, so he should understand the rules of the game of the Three Religions. But during this trip, I chatted with Mr. Zhongli about much more than just this."
Kong Ying said, "Zhongli seems to know some useful knowledge about clothing, daily life, flowers and birdsong, etc."
Paimon held his white-haired head and thought, "Hmm... He seems to be able to pick up on the financial and political topics that the people of Liyue are most interested in, but he prefers to talk about useless knowledge."
Mo Ran folded his arms and smiled, "You'll get used to it. Being with Mr. Zhongli, I can always gain some knowledge that sounds very sophisticated but is not used at all. Just interpret it as reasonable things."
Zhongli smiled and said softly, "Because I prefer to share these interesting stories with you, rather than telling you some tedious ancient stories that would make people nod their heads and fall asleep after listening to them."
The stall owner, Ashanpo, smiled and sighed, saying, "Children's toys are very interesting things. However, although I love to see children laugh, I still have other thoughts in my mind."
Ashanpo paused and continued, "Exquisite toys are always popular with children, but this exquisiteness has been accumulated over thousands of years, and there is a meaning behind it."
"I have been making kites in Liyue Harbor for more than 40 years. I know the styles passed down by my ancestors very well. The seven kites ordered by this customer have a special meaning behind them."
Zhongli nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed an ornament for sending to the Immortals. The seven kites symbolize the seven gods."
Ah Shanpo laughed and said, "I deliberately painted the pattern dedicated to the God of Wind and left the colors out of the boundaries."
"As for the pattern presented to Lord Yan, it must be drawn according to the contract. This pattern is very ancient and can be seen in the Golden House."
Paimeng groaned and murmured, "Golden House, this name..."
"Ahem." Mo Ran interrupted her with a cough. He looked at a purple kite and said thoughtfully, "This pattern dedicated to the Thunder God has a very good sense of rotation, as if it is endless, which is in line with the Thunder God's pursuit of eternity."
Ah Shanpo exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect this gentleman to be so knowledgeable. It seems that the old saying really applies: people are divided into groups."
Mo Ran pretended to be humble and said, "Old man, you are too kind. I only know a little bit of the basics. I am not as knowledgeable as Mr. Zhongli, who is well versed in the history of Liyue for thousands of years."
Mo Ran stretched out his big hand covered by the wide sleeves of his black clothes, indicating that Mr. Zhongli, who was well-informed, knowledgeable, and talented, should continue to introduce kites.
The latter nodded, looked at the green kite, and said, "The grass leaf patterns and silver tree rings that represent wisdom are cleverly combined with the kite frame. It is truly amazing."
"Justice as balanced as the surface of water, war as blazing as fire, and the Ice God's past... well, the details are all very well done."
Zhongli did not reveal the Ice God's philosophy, because the current Ice God had long lost his past philosophy, including the word "kindness".
Ashanpo smiled and said, "It's also a pleasant thing to hear some compliments from knowledgeable customers every now and then."
Zhongli, who had been introducing useless knowledge, suddenly said something shocking: "Well, Ashanpo, I will take the reserved kite first."
Mo Ran felt that it was his turn to pay again. His big hands under his wide sleeves were already holding a heavy bag of Mora. After all, they were old friends, and he couldn't just keep him here to pay off the debt. Mo Ran made a note of this account.
Just as the man in black was about to pay, Ah Shanpo nodded and said, "Okay, the balance has already been settled yesterday. Take care, Mr. Zhongli."
Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he felt much better. He looked at Zhong Li with a little more appreciation. It seemed that he had learned not to spend my money and knew how to appease others. That was great.
As everyone packed their things and prepared to leave, a burst of laughter was heard. The voice was heard before the person was seen.
The four of them were very familiar with this laughter. They also caught a glimpse of the evil man walking over. Paimeng said, "It's the young master."
"Haha, hello everyone." The young man nodded and greeted them. His honest smile was a little dangerous, which made people wonder what this guy was thinking?
Paimon asked, "Do you have something to do with us? I have a feeling that you have bad intentions. Could it be that the Fatui are planning some conspiracy again?"
The young master waved his hands and said, "I've already told you that I'm different from those guys. Believe it or not, I don't really want to pick a fight with you right now."
"This time, I came here mainly to ask, Mr. Zhongli is so generous, can Wangsheng Hall afford it, or is it also relying on Boss Mo's help?"
Mo Ran said calmly, "The executive officer of the Fatui Clan doesn't need to worry about this. To be honest, Mr. Zhongli just made a small fuss yesterday. The Wangsheng Hall has been passed down to this day, and its foundation is extraordinary."
"Although my family is not as wealthy as Wangsheng Hall, it is still not a problem to pay for Mr. Zhongli's three meals a day."
The young master laughed and said, "Boss Mo seems to have a big prejudice against me. But, never mind. Mr. Zhongli knows the value of money and the sufferings of the world, but he doesn't seem to understand that he is actually poor."
"Or in other words, I simply can't imagine myself having no money, living in a muddle-headed and turbulent life."
Paimeng stomped her feet in the air and said, "It's amazing. Why hasn't this person starved to death yet?!" Then, she turned around and saw the figure in black, as if everything became clear to her.
Zhongli smiled wryly and said, "Mr. Young Master, you still love to joke. Haha, well, there's no need to rest before starting the next preparation."
Zhongli looked at the man in black and said, "We need supplies and people to send the Immortal Code. We can hire some good helpers at the dock."
Mo Ran nodded, looked at the clouds in the sky, and said with a smile: "I knew you would say that. Everything has been arranged. They will arrive on time later."
"That's great." Zhongli looked at the blond boy and the unknown creature floating in the air, and said, "Next, for the Eternal Life Incense, we need to go to one of the two famous Yaolu in Liyue Harbor that are ranked at the top."
"People in Liyue Harbor call it Bubu in the north and Dubing in the south. Since we are already near the south of the city, let's go to Dubinglu."
Zhongli must have done it for convenience, not so that he could avoid paying the bill, absolutely not.
Mo Ran sighed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't say anything. Paimeng said, "Then let's go."
The blond boy Sora muttered quietly, "Is it finally over? It feels like these past two days have gone by so long."
The four of them left, leaving the Fatui's executive officer standing there alone. The evil man smiled and said to himself, "I'm a step late. I seem to have missed some interesting news."
His eyes, as blue as the ocean, showed a determined look. "Well, try to show up at a more appropriate time next time."