Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

The word "death".

"Guest, isn't it a bit unlucky to have this character written on the Rongcai Festival?"

Taro Yashima spoke, his tone much more reserved than before.

After all, a master calligrapher like Yashima Taro deserves his respect.

What I write is none of your business.

The masked man answered as decisively as ever, and then threw out a few more Mora.

“You said one sheet of paper is fifty moras, this is the money for another sheet of paper.”

Taro Yashima, however, looked somewhat distressed.

Is this about money? This is clearly not about money.

For the first time, Taro Yashima had the urge to argue with someone.

However, just as the masked man said, what he wrote had absolutely nothing to do with him, so Taro Yashima could only try to persuade him.

and...

Taro Yashima glanced at the words in his hand.

Although it's somewhat unlucky, such beautiful calligraphy couldn't possibly go unshown.

"I see."

As if in resignation, Taro Yashima said, "Your work will be admired here."

As if he hadn't heard Taro Yashima's words, the masked man turned around and left as decisively as he had spoken.

The masked man's figure disappeared from Yashima Taro's sight, and Yashima Taro immediately focused his gaze on the words in his hand.

"This world is really quite difficult for people."

Taro Yashima muttered to himself, but still obediently hung the sign on the display shelf.

I turned my head and found a person standing on the bookstall.

The man turned around, his face also wearing a mask, but it was a white fox mask.

"Boss, is it fifty moras?"

The gentle voice led Yashima Taro to conclude that it was a young girl, and the voice sounded strangely familiar.

However, before Yashima Taro could figure out where he had heard the voice from, the masked girl had already turned around and placed Mora on the table.

The girl picked up the pen she had just used and looked at the pale ink in the corner.

Just when Yashima Taro thought she was writing with light ink like the previous person, the masked girl turned and dipped her brush in ink from the other side.

The wafting smell of ink brought Taro Yashima back to his senses, reminding him that the top sheet of paper had already been used.

"and many more..."

Before she could finish speaking, the girl had already put pen to paper.

The brush tip touches the paper and then moves freely without any obstruction.

One word after another, one word after another.

After reading the string of words, Yashima Taro finally realized it was a poem.

A wild fox sings its mournful song under the mountain moon, while a white egret alights before a bitter tree.

Chapter 75 You must be a master calligrapher!

Taro Yashima didn't understand poetry; after all, you can't expect a Buddhist-like person to know everything.

But speaking solely of calligraphy...

Taro Yashima picked up the paper on the table. The poem on it was written in one stroke, with thick black ink stains all over the paper.

Taro Yashima remembered that the paper in front of him had been lightly inked, and the entire paper had a blurry outline of the character "death".

But now, the word "death" is completely covered by black ink, showing that the writer considered how to cover up the light ink when he wrote it.

Perhaps that's why I saw light ink at first glance but chose other inks instead.

"Miss is very capable."

Taro Yashima exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, but having been shocked by the masked man before, he didn't seem particularly surprised this time.

"It's nothing more than putting in some hard work, nothing special."

The girl wearing the fox mask spoke calmly, as if she were used to hearing these words.

Taro Yashima wanted to continue speaking, but he saw that the masked girl didn't give him a chance to speak and silently turned and left.

Well... it seems there are quite a few great calligraphers in Inazuma.

Thinking of this, Taro Yashima took the paper filled with poems and hung it on the display shelf, but before he could hang it up, he heard a voice behind him.

"This handwriting is good."

The previous display shelf only had one piece of calligraphy, so Taro Yashima certainly knew which character he was referring to.

The person behind me has taste, but it's not very sophisticated.

Anyone can say "this character is good," but few can explain why it's good.

"The handwriting is sharp yet rounded, with clear horizontal strokes and decisive strokes. The strength of the brushstrokes is also extremely rare. The light ink is applied to the paper, and the handwriting seems to be close to the paper, yet it is as engraved in people's hearts as thick ink."

Okay, let's pretend Yashima Taro didn't say anything before. He's another big shot.

Disheartened, Yashima Taro turned around and saw a boy dressed in Liyue attire. The boy had one hand behind his back and gave Yashima Taro a slight bow.

"Hello," the boy said, "Could I meet the gentleman who wrote this calligraphy?"

“I’m sorry,” Yashima Taro replied, “the gentleman who wrote this calligraphy has been gone for some time now.”

"I see." The boy's eyes showed disappointment, but he quickly recovered.

"that..."

Seeing the boy fall silent, Yashima Taro hesitated for a moment before continuing, "You seem to have some knowledge of calligraphy."

"I know a little," the young man said modestly, mimicking a certain guest master.

"In that case, I'd like to ask a question."

Taro Yashima spoke, his gaze shifting to the character for "death" hanging on the display shelf: "Isn't it unlucky to hang this character here?"

The boy followed Yashima Taro's gaze and smiled.

"What's so unlucky about it? Good calligraphy should be displayed for people to appreciate. Anyone who thinks it's unlucky just because of one character is just an ordinary person."

As he spoke, the boy seemed to realize something and turned to look at Taro Yashima: "Of course, I wasn't talking about you, boss."

It was fine before, but these words made Yashima Taro's expression darken. Before he could react, he saw the boy continue to focus his gaze on the words.

"Did you see the last stroke of this character?"

"Ordinary calligraphy usually appears very crisp in the last stroke, but the last stroke of this piece is somewhat hesitant."

"Stagnation represents hesitation, and hesitation will not appear in a person who is determined to die."

The boy remained confident as always, when he heard Taro Yashima's sigh.

"That's truly impressive!" Yashima Taro exclaimed with admiration. "Your calligraphy skills must be quite remarkable."

Taro Yashima's words made the boy's confident expression freeze.

"I know a little." This time, the boy wasn't being modest; he was actually feeling guilty.

However, Yashima Taro did not hear the guilty conscience in the boy's tone.

"In that case, why don't you write a character too, sir, like the character '生' (life) or something?"

Perhaps because it was the first time he had met someone he could talk to so well, Yashima Taro continued, "I put it next to the character for 'death,' and they pair up perfectly."

"Maybe we shouldn't..."

"Don't worry, I won't take any money this time."

Fifteen minutes later, Taro Yashima stared at the worm-like characters crawling on the white paper and fell into deep thought.

how to say...

"Actually, other people write similar things to you."

...

After leaving the calligraphy stall with Zaoyou, Muxian was pulled by Zaoyou to a snack stall.

Although the little thing didn't say anything, Mu Xian knew what she wanted.

Mu Xian touched the fairly full Mora bag and bought two strings of tricolor dumplings.

After taking the dumpling, Mu Xian hesitated for a moment before handing over a few more Mora coins.

"I'll buy another one."

Amid the commotion of the crowd, Mu Xian handed two strings of tricolor dumplings to Zao You, who was staring at him expectantly.

Then he took a bite of the dumpling, looked at the bustling crowd around him, and saw that everyone had a happy expression on their face.

"teacher..."

Zaoyou's voice pulled Mu Xian back from his daze, and he tightened his grip on Zaoyou's hand.

Mu Xian: "What's wrong?"

"I can't see my surroundings anymore."

Zaoyou pouted, looking aggrieved, but her expectant eyes betrayed her.

"Just a moment."

"Yeah, just for a little while."

The next moment, Mu Xian picked up Zao You and put her on Mu Xian's shoulders, just like Ke Li had done before.

"Teacher, Zaoyou hasn't been like this in a long time."