Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The morning light dyed the glazed tiles of Chihu Rock golden. The morning mist floating on Yujing Terrace had not yet dissipated, but Ningguang's posture of holding a fan in front of the red railing had already attracted the attention of the whole city. The "auspicious crane holding a cloud" pattern embroidered with gold thread flowed on the hem of her skirt, startling the group of sparrows perched on the top of the stone lion, and its feathers brushed across the bright moon pendant on her temples, breaking into a few drops of gilded morning dew.

"The reconstruction of the Qun Yu Pavilion requires three treasures as the foundation." The jade fan was lightly tapped, and three streams of light bloomed into lotus shapes in the air. "The immortal talismans guard the spiritual veins, the Qianqi core builds the mechanism, and the Mingxia Fusheng Stone carries the cloud steps." The jade bracelet on Ningguang's wrist trembled in the same frequency as the words, "Anyone who offers treasures——"

"Take it! You must take it!" Paimeng grabbed the fringe of Ying's cloak and flipped it up and down, "Lady Ningguang's reward can buy the entire snack street!" Before he finished speaking, a clear plum fragrance suddenly filled his nose. Turning his head, Shen He was leaning against the jade railing to tease the cat. The silver-gray cat squatted on her shoulder and slowly nibbled on salt-and-pepper dried fish. The golden bell on the tip of its tail swayed with its breathing. Every ring of the bell startled the night frost condensed on the railing, and when the frost flowers fell to the ground, tiny rock patterns appeared - as if a talisman was painted by an immortal with his claws dipped in ink.

Two drunks stumbled towards this quiet place. Scarface reached out to grab the cat's ears, but was lightly hit on the bridge of his nose by the paw pad. "What a vicious cat the young lady has!" He spat out a mouthful of wine foam, and spider-web-like ice crystals suddenly spread on the soles of his boots. Before the frost on Shen He's fingertips had faded, the cat had already used the force to jump to the top of his head, and the claws hooked the greasy braids to swing, and every time the paw pads touched the scalp, it left a pale golden scale-shaped mark.

"Noisy." The girl's voice was like jade tempered by Kunlun snow water. The poisoned dagger of the accomplice had just begun to emit black mist, and Ying's rock seal had already shattered the poison miasma. When the Qianyan Army arrived, Mao'er lazily ejected a lightning elemental ball wrapped with rock patterns, which electrocuted the fugitive so that his fur stood up and he meowed like a cat. Paimon held the ice sculpture of a sparrow given by Shenhe, and its ice crystal wings drew a trail of star sand in the morning light.

"This picky eating problem..." Ying scratched the cat's chin as it jumped back onto her shoulder, watching it narrow its gilded vertical pupils in comfort, "It looks a bit like the cat that the new guest official in my Wangsheng Hall keeps." Shen He's jade-like eyes suddenly rippled, and his fingertips lightly touched the rock mark on Ying's waist: "The pine wind in your sleeves is like the lingering sound on her strings."

The cat suddenly held a red bell in its mouth and put it into Ying's palm. The core of the bell was sealed by ice crystals, and a piece of glazed lily petals were tightly connected with the wind chime pattern on the eaves of the Wangsheng Hall. Ningguang's message was spread at this moment. Shenhe tapped her toes lightly, and the moment the ice lotus bloomed on the eaves, the cat turned into silver mist and merged into her sleeves. Paimon jumped up and down with a sugar painting stick in his hand: "Beautiful sister! Your cat——"

In response, a six-sided ice crystal fell and hit Ying's rock seal with a "ding". A torn page of a wanted poster was frozen in the ice crystal. Ying looked at it carefully in the morning light and laughed out loud - the picture was actually Zhongli's pupils dilated when he was eating spicy noodles secretly, and the inscription read "A large reward for a guest official of the Wangsheng Hall, characteristics: Seeing Jueyun Jiaojiao's Adam's apple rolling frequency +300%".

Walking to Feiyunpo, the steam rising from Wanmin Hall was wrapped in the aroma of stir-fried peppers. Xiangling poked her floury face out of the carved wooden window: "Ying, would you like some slime condensate pudding? The newly developed ice mist flower flavor!" Before she finished speaking, silver-gray lightning bolts came down from the clouds, and its tail tip swept away Hutao's newly bought peacock feather cat toy, startling the girl so much that she chased after him all over the street with her Homa in hand: "Stinky cat! That's for making a new headdress for Qiqi!"

When the dusk permeated the red screen window of the Hall of Rebirth, Ying pushed open the door and saw a wonderful scene. Zhongli sat in front of the rosewood desk, with crane-shaped mist rising from the teacup in his hand. On the desk, there was an ice crystal invitation with frosty small characters: "Tomorrow at 3 pm, Qingyunding Stargazing Pavilion, prepare three times the spicy snacks." The copper bells on the eaves suddenly rang, and the dust on the beams fell down - it turned out that the silver-gray cat was squatting on the "Peaceful and Worry-free" plaque, sharpening its claws. Every time its paw pad pressed the wooden plaque, its golden eyes would flow through the rock element runes.

Ying wanted to reach out to play with the cat, but it leaped lightly towards the Tianheng Mountain in the twilight. When the last ray of sunset penetrated the cat's body, its silver-gray fur dissipated like smoke, leaving only a few bits of rock-patterned star sand falling into her palm, warm as the residual warmth of an immortal who had just left.