Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The glazed tiles of the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce's library were soaked in the late spring drizzle. Xingqiu leaned against the rosewood table with a scroll in his hand, and the spicy dried fish sandwiched between the pages fell off as he turned the pages. Chongyun stole a glimpse at the tip of the silver-gray tail hanging from the eaves for the thirteenth time, and the cinnabar pen wrote the crooked word "ice" in the annotation column of the "Secret Book of the Eternal World".

"Look at this—" Xingqiu suddenly pushed "Xia Ke Xing" in front of his companions, and the celadon paperweight just happened to hold down the book spirit that was trying to escape, "'The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which rustles like a cat', doesn't it look like..." He tapped a ball of fur outside the window that was fighting with a butterfly, "a certain guest on the beam who walks on the tiles without leaving any trace?"

Xizhi rolled down the eaves with a sound, and the rain curtain that was broken by the claws just happened to be embellished on the bluestone bricks into the word "unlike". Chongyun hurriedly went to catch it, but the cat's tail swept his sleeves full of ice. In the cold fog floated a cute version of Yelan made of rock elements, holding a wooden sign with his hands on his waist that read "No Climbing Order".

"Be careful not to catch a cold." Xingqiu took off his cloud-patterned cloak and wrapped it around the shivering Taoist priest. However, the hidden camera in his sleeves accurately captured the cat's small action of secretly inserting the fire elemental force into Chongyun's collar. Xizhi Liuli's pupils flashed with annoyance, and he turned over to expose his belly and played tricks. He hooked his claws on the jade pendant on Xingqiu's waist and played "catching shadows". The "行" character embroidered on the satin was scratched into "彳亍".

Chongyun suddenly exclaimed, "This cat is so smart!" He pointed at the newly added plum blossom print on the corner of the Secret Book - Xizhi had eaten the spicy cold cake left over last night, and had actually blurred out the improved array diagram of the Demon-Subduing Mantra on the rice paper. Xingqiu lowered his eyes to hide his smile and swept the cold cake crumbs into the special sachet: "Maybe it was stained with the spiritual energy of the immortal's calligraphy."

As dusk fell over the antique shelf, Xizhi was dozing off on the manuscript of "Shenqiu Picking Up Swords". Xingqiu used a wolf-hair brush to trace the outline of the cat's ears, but the tip of the brush was suddenly pressed down by the pad of his flesh - next to the note "add a little chivalry here", there was a plum blossom paw print dipped in ink. He pretended not to notice, and with a turn of the brush tip, he drew a cat woman holding a sword. The jade hairpin in her hair was exactly the same as the silver bell on Xizhi's neck.

"Look!" Chongyun approached with the cracked plum vase in his hand. The water marks on the vase were rubbed into a map of Liyue by the cat's claws, and the "Ankang" symbol made of rock crystals was embellished in the middle of the clouds. Xizhi jumped onto the bookshelf with anger, and the tea soup that was knocked over condensed into an amber barrier in the air, reflecting the gilded sword tassel that she had hidden in the osmanthus cake on Chuqiu's birthday last year.

The rain stopped and the moon rose. Xingqiu "accidentally" left the manuscript of the new chapter behind. Xizhi jumped onto the beam with the rice paper in his mouth, and the golden bell on the tip of his tail rippled around the paragraph "The hidden swordsman occasionally showed his cat ears". Chongyun held up the compass to follow the calculations, and suddenly pointed at the rock elemental power flashing between the cat's fur and exclaimed: "This wave seems to be with the layers of rock..."

"It must have been contaminated by the newly acquired Mingxia Fusheng Stone from the Chamber of Commerce." Xingqiu stopped talking and placed the spicy shrimp balls on the window coffin. When Xizhi jumped down, he "just happened" to crush the compass, and the Qingxin Talisman that leaked out from the gap between his claws mixed into the Secret Book, just covering the old annotation of the word "Lin Huan".

The midnight drum breaks the silence, Xizhi plays with tassels beside Xingqiu's pillow. The boy mutters "Sister Lin" in his dream, and the cat slaps the candlelight out with its claws. When the moonlight leaks into the gauze curtain, Chongyun wakes up and sees a shocking scene - Xizhi uses his tail to roll up a wolf hair brush and draws a crooked rock pattern of "Thank you" on the cover of Xingqiu's new "Stupid Immortal Observation Diary".

The morning light flooded the celadon cup, and Xingqiu was "surprised" to find a silver-grey fur ball sleeping next to the inkstone. Xizhi's paw pressed down the modified sword manual, and next to the seventh style "Rain Lines Are Difficult to Draw" there was a cat's paw note: "Three parts moonlight and seven parts chivalrous spirit." Chongyun pushed the door open with a freshly steamed spicy rice cake, and saw the cat dipping its tail tip in ink and drawing a glazed lily that was about to wither on Xingqiu's sleeve.

"Could this cat have become a spirit?" the Taoist muttered.

"How can a monster know how to improve the exorcism formation?" Xingqiu shook the spicy talisman paper sandwiched between the "Secret Book". Xizhi knew that the cinnabar that was "accidentally" spilled last night just happened to make up for the missing part of the Pure Yang Formation's eye.

Xizhi stretched out his paw to grab the rice cake, and his paw "accidentally" pressed on the back of Xingqiu's hand. A charm made of rock elemental power suddenly appeared on the boy's wrist, and the pattern was exactly the same as the birthday gift Lin Huan gave him last year. The needle of Chongyun's compass spun wildly, but was rolled up by the cat's tail and stuffed into an ice bowl to cool it down.

“How about going to Wanmintang tomorrow?” Xingqiu scratched the cat’s chin and chuckled, “Xiangling has just developed a new dish called Xian Tiao Qiang, and she said…” He flipped open the menu, and next to the spicy cat paw print were small gilded words that read “Tasters Only”, “We are missing a diner who knows how to control the heat.”

Xizhi turned over and pretended to sleep, but her claws quietly hooked the corner of the boy's sleeve. The rain fell again, and thousands of transparent cat's claw flowers bloomed on the glazed tiles, while the lights in the library were on all night, reflecting the never-drying ink-colored plum blossoms on the rice paper - that was the concern that the immortals dared not express, and it was also the tacit tenderness of the young people.

(The spicy rice cake in the glass cup gradually cooled down, and the amulet on Xingqiu's wrist glowed faintly. Xizhi unconsciously rubbed the boy's neck in his dream, where a half-broken jade pendant with a chip on it by a cat's teeth was hidden, and the two characters "彳亍" were newly carved on it, curling up gently in the night.)