My daily life in Teyvat as a demon

It rained at night.

Can a mortal kill a god?

Qingchen asked Zhou Yongkang this question.

Luck, adjusting the way you use your strength, mobilizing the elemental force, can you fight against the gods with your mortal body.

Apart from the first two seats before Winter Solstice, no human has ever been heard of to have reached this level.

The time when Fengyuan Manye blocked the sword attack from Thunder General Wuxiang might barely count, but it can never be repeated.

Qingchen's original words were, "Since someone among the executive officers of Zhidong can do it, then I believe you can do it too."

As for whether Qingchen's martial arts have reached that level, no one knows. With his strength and ultimate martial arts, it is not a question of whether he can kill gods, but what level of gods he can kill and how many gods he can kill.

According to Zhou Yongkang's guess, if Qingchen suddenly became a mortal, with the Eye of God, he would be able to fight against the gods.

Let’s just say that Qingchen’s swordsmanship has reached the level of returning to basics, with each move incorporating the strengths of hundreds of schools. In order to comprehend a certain move, he once ran to the top of a mountain and wielded the sword for several months without eating or drinking.

Fortunately, he is a demon god and can bear it.

Although it sounds a bit mysterious, it is very real.

Zhou Yongkang's goal is naturally to reach his level.

Even though it’s a bit difficult…

Although he couldn't use his full strength, just swinging the sword wouldn't cause much damage to the surroundings. Qingchen brought Zhou Yongkang to the wild.

"But why at night? And on a rainy day?"

Zhou Yongkang felt that he was wet all over.

"Because I first realized this move under such circumstances?"

Qingchen tilted his head and a few drops of rain dripped from his forehead.

"Ok."

Zhou Yongkang shut his mouth.

"However, I use a one-handed sword. This can only give you some inspiration. You still need to think more about how to use your two-handed sword."

"clear."

Seeing Zhou Yongkang's serious expression, Qing Chen couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction and pulled out a sword from the sword box behind him.

Just a regular forged sword.

Seeing Zhou Yongkang's look of confusion, Qing Chen smiled helplessly, "Do you still expect to use my own sword? Be careful of making too much noise."

"?"

Not to the point.

Although your sword is very powerful, after all, you are not allowed to use the power of demons and elemental forces. Your sword is at most only slightly harder than an ordinary sword. It also makes too much noise, isn't that a bit exaggerated?

Knowing that words alone would not convince him, Qingchen said nothing more.

All along, Qing Chen mostly used elemental power directly against his enemies, and rarely displayed pure martial arts, which resulted in Zhou Yongkang having no idea what he was doing.

Take this opportunity to let him take a good look.

The rain gradually got heavier.

Qingchen held the sword in one hand and walked into the grove next to him.

Raising the sword, Qingchen closed his eyes and held his breath.

With his legs bent and his body slightly lowered, a strange balance seemed to be achieved between the various parts of his body.

He stepped heavily with his right foot and kicked with his left foot, stabbing the long sword towards the empty space between the trees. Then, Qingchen's body spun around at an incredible speed. Without retracting the long sword, he pierced through several large trees surrounding Qingchen. Then, without slowing down, Qingchen jumped up, spun around, and held the sword with both hands, chopping it down heavily.

The piercing sonic boom forced Zhou Yongkang to use elemental power to protect his ears, staring at Qingchen without blinking.

"Bang!" "Click!"

There seemed to be a sound of something breaking. Qingchen's body fell to the ground, and his feet left a deep pit.

In his hands, only the hilt of the sword remained, and the sword had been shattered.

"What?"

Zhou Yongkang's eyes widened and his head was confused.

The sword is broken?

no?

Isn't this unreasonable?

“Then this tree…”

But he remembered that Qingchen had just turned around, as if he was not hindered by the tree.

Zhou Yongkang walked forward, found a relatively thin tree, and pushed it hard.

Boom! The tree fell down.

The cut parts were washed by rain and became smooth and flat, just like a finished wooden table.

"... "

It is hard to imagine how much impact force and how precise the cut must be to achieve this.

What the hell is he learning this?

After this sword strike, Qing Chen didn't blush or breathe heavily, but looked at the hilt of the sword with a little regret.

Ordinary weapons can't hold up...

Looking at his disciple who was already soaked, Qingchen threw the hilt of the sword to him, "This move, from beginning to end, does not waste any strength. It is very difficult to do it, and it is even more impossible for a mortal to do it. When you start spinning on the ground, your waist will be sprained. So you don't have to feel burdened. It's normal that you can't do it. It's better to say that it's impossible for you to do it with your current strength. What I want to teach you is the technique of using force, how to exert force with your whole body."

Zhou Yongkang took the hilt, touched the place where it was broken due to excessive force, and nodded heavily, "I understand."

"But Master, I still don't understand why I gained enlightenment on a rainy day. Does it have anything to do with the rain?"

"I just said that I had enlightenment on a rainy day, I didn't say that I had enlightenment because of the rain."

"Uh…so what's the point of coming here in the rain?"

"More sensitive? Besides, it is normal for a real man to toil, starve, and be exhausted. It is normal for a real man to get wet in the rain."

Okay, it’s confirmed. This person simply wants to trick his apprentice.

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"Oh, look at how wet you are!"

Gui finally took out a towel, wiped Qingchen's hair, and took off his wet clothes.

"I can't help it. Rainy days are quiet and it's easier to focus on the sword itself. This kind of weather is perfect for practicing skills."

Qingchen looked playful.

"I believe you as a ghost."

Gui couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.

"Okay, go take a shower. I've prepared the water for you. Although your body won't get sick, you will definitely feel cold. Don't go out in the rain for no reason next time."

"Hey, on a rainy day like this, how about I hold you and read a book together?"

The sound of dripping rain falls on the streets of Liyue, calming people and relieving their restlessness.

If I could cuddle with my lover again, I would be happy no matter what I did, right?

If it were in the previous life, perhaps we would lie on the sofa together, watching TV, occasionally looking at each other and smiling.

Qingchen suddenly wanted to cry.

Such small fragments of life are the proof of his happiness.

There is a saying in the previous life: two people a day, three meals a day, four seasons, this is the dream of countless people.

Although there are more than two people for Qingchen...but he truly possesses the happiness in it.

"what happened?"

Seeing Qingchen suddenly feel a little cold, Guizhong asked in confusion.

Qingchen came back to his senses and touched the pretty cheek of his lover in front of him, which gave him a sense of reality.

"Nothing, I was just thinking, I'm so happy."

"After all, I am trying to make you happy."

Qingchen's sudden sigh made Guizhong's pretty face blush slightly, and then she smiled slyly.

"Okay, go take a shower."

"okay!"

Rainy days can expand a person's inner feelings, whether it is happiness or loneliness.

Zhou Yongkang returned to his residence, heated some water for himself, lay down in the bathtub, and sighed.

A bit boring...

Although he doesn't want to fall in love, wouldn't it be better for him to take in an apprentice or something?

Always looking for a companion.

Zhou Yongkang said that he felt lonely and cold without anyone to accompany him.