Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The sea breeze, with its salty smell and the lingering pressure of the treacherous force, violently poured into the cliffs of Tianheng Mountain facing the sea. Xiao stood still like a reef, his Nuo mask glowing coldly under the cold moon. The black mist formed by his karma wrapped around the tip of his spear, silently corroding the rock surface under his feet, leaving scorch marks. Yu Qing's crimson-purple hem was rustled by the wind, and he crushed a conch that was rolled up by the waves with his heel, making a harsh cracking sound. Lightning flickered between his fingers, and a purple-indigo electric snake suddenly rushed out, slashing into the surging black tide below, exploding a brief burst of light.

"The yawn of that long worm at the bottom of the sea is louder than the nonsense of the Queen in the Winter Palace." The voice of the young executive officer was wrapped in the wind, cold as a knife, and the ice crystal ribbon on his waist, which symbolized the identity of the Fatui, reflected the dark blue light and shadows stirring under the sea. "Why not let me directly split its nest," he said, the lightning wedge on his fingertips suddenly expanded and turned into ferocious fangs, "so that Ningguang would not be swept away by the waves while plotting against her Jade Pavilion every day!"

"when--!"

The jade spear blocked like lightning, and the handle of the spear made Yu Qing's palm numb. Xiao's eyes were always fixed on a strange whirlpool on the sea. The voice under the Nuo mask was colder than the night wind: "Thousands of years ago, the tsunami raised by its husband swallowed up half of Guiliyuan." The tip of the spear was slightly raised, pointing to the brightly lit harbor in the distance, "The lights of Liyue Harbor now are tens of thousands of times brighter than they were back then."

Lin Huan's wide sleeves with rock patterns silently brushed the tense air between the two of them. She tapped the edge of the cliff with her toes, and fine star sand fell from her skirt, condensing into a miniature shadow of the Return to the End Machine on the rock. "Xiao Qing," her fingertips brushed the crossbow with flowing light patterns, and in the warm glow of the rock element, countless tiny shadows of mortal life emerged - the neat knots of the ropes tied by the vendors at Chihuyan when they closed their stalls, the dense traces of verification on the manuscripts of Yujingtai scholars, and the crisp sound of the clinking glasses of the three bowls of Hong Kong wine. "The knots tied by mortal hands can anchor this mountain and river far better than the talismans of immortals."

From the depths of the sea fog came a dull roar like thunder. Xiao's Hepu Kite suddenly hummed, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the strange blue light runes swirling in the center of the vortex. The mechanical joints of Yu Qing's right arm were visibly oozing out a trace of cold air, and the gears made a difficult hum under the pressure of ice crystals. "Heh," he pulled out a sarcastic arc, "What if those rope buckles break?"

"If it breaks, continue it." Lin Huan's voice was steady, like the gentle collision of a jade bracelet. The star sand in her sleeves flowed, gently but irresistibly wrapped around Yu Qing's right arm, which was ready to strike. "Just like when the rock abyss collapsed, the miners used the cloth strips to weave a traction rope--" She lifted her wide sleeves lightly, and a piece of cloth with charred edges and solidified dark red blood lines floated out. The lines on it were faintly connected to the light track of the virtual shadow of Guizhongji on the ground. "That piece of cloth is now stored in the Seven Star Archives, and it is called "Ambition of Thousand Rocks."

Xiao's spear tassel swept silently across Yu Qing's back, and a wisp of karma black fog that was waiting to entangle was cut off by the green light, and scattered into tiny crystal dust. "The lamps of mortals," Yasha's voice penetrated the sea breeze, "must be lit by oneself in the wind and rain."

The sound of the midnight drum came from afar, penetrating the roar of the tide. Ba Che's suffocating pressure slowly sank into the deep sea like the receding tide. Yu Qing kicked away a dead fish scorched by lightning at his feet with an expressionless face: "Boring." When he turned around to leave, the ice crystal ribbon scraped against the rugged rock wall. Among the falling gravel, a new glass lily swayed gently in the night dew.

***

Before the hour of Mao, the bluestone slabs of Feiyunpo Wharf were already soaked with the strong aroma of medicine and the damp morning mist. Bai Zhu was holding Changsheng on his shoulders, and a few fresh and tender tips of Qingxin grass were sticking out from the gaps in the medicine box cover. Qiqi tried her best to tiptoe and post a notice with wet ink on the thick mast. There was still a little stain of coconut milk on the corner of the rice paper: "Mr. Bai... posted it..." The childish handwriting covered the paper: "Lightning avoidance tips: 1. Do not pick up glowing conchs 2. Stay away from blue waves 3. If you get hurt, ask Qiqi for coconut milk."

"It seems that your coconut milk is more popular than my prescription." Bai Zhu chuckled, and when he put down the medicine box, a pulse pillow carved with dark crystallized bone marrow rolled out from the bottom of the box. Lin Huan's figure appeared in the morning mist, and the rock pattern on his sleeves seemed to be stained with the fresh air of the grass and trees of Tianheng Mountain. Yu Qing's eyes passed them and nailed to the noisy dock pier - dozens of modified cargo ships were under intense construction, and the huge return machine base was hoisted up. The shirtless workers shouted loud slogans, and sweat rolled down and hit the crossbow cover with the hideous emblem of the "Death Star". The harsh sound of steel friction filled the early morning air.

"Captain Beidou donated half of the fleet." Lin Huan's voice came clearly in the noise, and his fingertips brushed across the cold and hard barrel of the gun. "She said that instead of waiting for the Qun Yu Pavilion to take off, it would be better to let these iron lumps stay in the sea first."

Yu Qing's mechanical knuckles slammed heavily on the winter steel on the side of the ship, making a dull sound: "Oh, a mortal's gamble." Before he finished speaking, the corner of his clothes was gently pulled. Looking down, it was Qiqi with her little face raised. Her cold little hands stuffed a crumpled list into his palm: "Medicine supplies: 1. 2 catties of hemostatic grass√ 3. baskets of ice mist flowers√ . barrels of coconut milk... to be purchased." The child's glass-like clear pupils clearly reflected the dangerous lightning patterns flashing on his cuffs: "You... are injured too?"

There was a subtle sound of gears turning from Bai Shu's medicine box. Changsheng stretched out his snake head and took out a delicate small glass bottle. A few tender neon petals were embedded in the bottle wall. The indigo liquid in the bottle swayed gently with the waves, reflecting a faint light that was very similar to the residue on Yu Qing's wound. "This is the healing powder made with crystallized bone marrow," Bai Shu explained, "It was originally used to restrain the residual poison of the demon god-"

"Now it has been packaged into 3,000 copies, which will be distributed to the front line for free by Bubulu." Lin Huan took over the words, and with a flick of his wide sleeves, a huge warehouse door beside the dock burst open. The morning light poured in, illuminating the neatly arranged, densely packed colored glaze medicine bottles inside, like a military formation, with the Liyue Seven-Star emblem on the bottle flowing with a warm luster. Yu Qing's fingertips unconsciously slid across a cargo box, and the marks left by the thunder wedge faintly exuded the unique smell of the Tading Sand Forge, a mixture of rust and burnt, which instantly pricked his nerves.

“Tsk.” He pinched the glass bottle with his fingertips, his icy blue eyes calm. “The madman from Zhidong used crystallized bone marrow to feed the evil eye, but the people of Liyue used it to make a life-saving medicine soup… ridiculous.”

The cries of seagulls flew over the high eaves of Wangshu Inn. On the top of the inn, a window overlooking the sea was pushed open, and Ningguang stood in the sunset with a fan in hand. The new blueprint of the Qun Yu Pavilion embroidered with gold thread in her hand was unfolded by the sea breeze, and a cinnabar pen accidentally slipped and spun, and happened to fall into the open palm of Lin Huan below.

Yu Qing raised his head, his lips curled up with his usual sarcasm: "Lord Tianquanxing has such a refined taste that he still has time to appreciate the scenery before the battle?"

"She is calculating the tides." Lin Huan calmly turned over the back of the blueprint. It was filled with details of the changes in the ocean currents as told by the fishermen. The handwriting was sloppy, and there was even a crooked, snarling octopus drawn on the edge. "Yesterday, sixteen fishing boats took the risk and brought back samples of Bazhe's scales. They are now in the geophysical analyzer of the General Affairs Department."

The hustle and bustle of the dock seemed to be pulled away and blurred at this moment. The rough call of the porter penetrated the huge arm shadow of the crane. The old man doing morning exercises pushed his hands slowly, and his movements implied the trajectory of the return machine. The little girl with double buns folded the lightning protection notice into a paper boat and carefully put it into the surging sea. Yu Qing's mechanical arm subconsciously raised and caught a neon flower that was blown down by the sea breeze. The soft petals fell on his cold metal knuckles, and the veins seemed to flow with the residual warmth of the old war.

"My friend... coconut milk!" Qiqi tried to lift the heavy pottery jar high, almost touching Yu Qing's chin. He subconsciously leaned over to take it, and a few drops of milky coconut milk splashed out and fell on the tiny cracks of his ice crystal ribbon. The extremely cold ice in winter was quietly corroded by this little warm liquid to create deeper pores. He looked at the coconut meat crumbs settled at the bottom of the jar, and a distant picture suddenly flashed in his mind - the child who stepped on the sand also dipped the worn carving knife into the honey jar to prevent it from rusting.

Woo——!

The foghorn blew long, and the huge body of the Death Star slowly turned its bow. On the observation deck, Beidou's black iron wristband reflected a dazzling spot of light in the rising sun. She raised her hand heroically, and a bulging wine bag cut through the air and was pushed to the shore by the rolling waves.

"Next! Let the captain taste the hot new stuff!" Beidou's roar was like thunder, splitting the morning mist. "After this battle, I'll treat you to an iced drink!"

Lin Huan rolled up his sleeves lightly, and the sea breeze seemed to be tamed, carrying the rough wine bag steadily into Yu Qing's arms. The strong and choking pepper fragrance instantly spread, and even Changsheng retreated back into the depths of the medicine box in disgust.

Yu Qing's fingertips unconsciously rubbed the rough surface of the wine bag, feeling the swaying of the boiling liquid inside. When the first ray of dazzling sunlight finally pierced through the thick clouds and dyed the sea surface into broken gold, his eyes became sharp, and he suddenly threw the thunder wedge in his hand towards the surging dark blue! Boom! The lightning was like a dragon, tearing the sea surface, and the strange runes left by the treacherous baqi evaporated and dissipated in the explosion, and the indigo arc and the scorching water vapor entangled and rose. The salty and bitter water droplets that exploded splashed all over the sky, and each drop briefly reflected the outline of Liyue Harbor - under that outline, countless phantoms of returning to the end condensed on the crest of the wave, turning into a dazzling golden star cluster, interweaving and resonating with the lightning that had not yet dissipated, like a silent declaration.