Genshin Impact simulation, the Shura field is endless

Yu Xiuwen made rapid progress.

After becoming a priest, he did not slack off and still often went out to look for traces of the abyss.

He is still young, and he knows that his achievements will not stop here.

Although his friends and master advised him not to pull too much strings, his life went on as usual.

As strength increases, the chances of getting hurt naturally decrease. It is difficult for a monster to injure a priest unless there is a large-scale invasion of the abyss.

So, a few years later.

In front of Xitralli's house, Xitralli's face was pale and she was panting.

Yu Xiuwen stood in front of her, his breathing was also unstable and his clothes were slightly messy, but he was obviously in much better condition.

"Oh my god, I really won?"

Vicilin stood not far away with her mouth slightly open and an expression of surprise.

Just now, Yu Xiuwen proposed to compete with Qiantrali.

The few times he challenged others, Sitralli did not refuse him.

A rare opportunity to make friends.

However, they overlooked one thing: if Yu Xiuwen challenged someone, he must be confident and his goal must be to win.

So, after a tough battle.

Xitralli suffered her first defeat since becoming famous.

Not only was Vicilin, who had never defeated Sitrali, surprised, but Sitrali herself also began to doubt her life.

Defeat, what an outdated word. On a normal day, let alone defeat, even winning without effort is a rare occurrence.

Otherwise, why would she be considered a genius?

But today, she really lost, lost to a foreign friend who had studied magic for fewer years than her.

"How's it going? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Yu Xiuwen walked forward with concern and reached out to pull Xitrali up from the ground.

Xitrali shook her head silently, only feeling that his hand was very warm.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Congratulations, from now on you are the number one genius of the Smoke Master."

She said this jokingly, without any dissatisfaction in her expression.

Although she was surprised, she was not someone who could not afford to lose, so she acted relieved.

"Oh, finally, the time of Sitrali is over!"

Vicilin stepped forward and started to heckle and cheer.

"He only won in combat, what's the point of being the number one genius?"

Yu Xiuwen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Winning is winning, I didn't expect you to beat me to it. I'll challenge you after I defeat Xitrali."

Vicilin sighed.

"Beat me? You'll never be able to do that in your life, right?"

Cetralli snorted.

Vicilin gritted her teeth and said, "Just be proud of yourself. Soon you will be the third-level genius."

"You're quite boastful. Haven't you ever won in all these years?"

"Damn it, just wait for me."

The two girls started arguing again.

"By the way, how about having another celebration banquet for Xiuwen?"

"Come on! Are you addicted to parties?"

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"Come and take a look at my painting. Is it beautiful?"

One sunny day, Vicilin excitedly showed her newly completed work to her two friends.

People of Yanmizhu are good at recording history with colors, so most of them can draw.

Vichy is one of the most beautiful examples of color application.

Yu Xiuwen and Xitrali looked over and saw that the canvas was a painting of a natural scenery, which seemed to be the work of Yan Mizhu.

The overall color is light purple, as if covered with a hazy veil, with various colors blending on it to form a harmonious and beautiful picture.

"very beautiful."

Yu Xiuwen nodded appreciatively, and Vicilin's eyes narrowed happily.

"A little worse than me."

Sitrali glanced at it and said.

"…Can't you say something nice?"

"cut."

The two people, who had always been at odds with each other, became even more incompatible for some reason - of course, this did not affect their friendship.

"I suddenly had an idea. How about the three of us draw a picture together?"

Too lazy to argue with Sitralli, Vicilin turned to mention her other purpose.

"Draw together? What to draw?"

Yu Xiuwen asked.

Vicilin pulled out a large rolled-up canvas, then placed her hands on her hips and smiled. "Paint a landscape of the countryside, and a picture of the three of us standing together."

Xiaozhua and Ayue shouted beside them.

Vicilin added, "Of course, there are also Xiaozhua and Ayue."

"You're good at drawing, so why don't you draw it? It's not easy for three people to make the painting look harmonious, right?"

Yu Xiuwen asked doubtfully.

After all, everyone has a different style, so if you want to create a perfect picture together on one canvas, it’s better to do it individually.

But Weiqilin stubbornly shook his head and wiggled his fingers. "You don't understand this, do you, Xiuwen? How can a painting by one person be as meaningful as one completed by three people?"

That represents friendship.

"It's too much trouble, no."

Sitrali refused without hesitation.

Vicilin's face suddenly fell, and he kept pestering Xitrali, and finally annoyed her so much that she had a headache that she had to agree.

Yu Xiuwen didn't care. If the two of them were willing, it would be nice to keep it as a souvenir.

Thus, the painting, which was unilaterally proposed by Vicilin and finally forcibly agreed to by the other two, was officially started.

After about a month, the painting was completed.

The background of the painting is a beautiful place in Yanmizhu. In the center of the painting are Yu Xiuwen and the other two.

The three of them stood side by side, Yu Xiuwen in the middle, and the two women stood beside him.

Xiaozhua and Ayue were slightly forward, standing at the feet of Vicilin and Xitrali.

Originally, Yu Xiuwen didn't want to draw himself in the middle, but Vicilin and Xitrali insisted on doing so, and he had no choice.

"Well, it's perfect. It's worth the time we spent drawing it."

After signing his name, Vicilin looked at the overall picture with satisfaction.

"It is very beautiful, but Vicilin, did you beautify your hair?"

Looking at the dazzling golden color in the painting, and then at Vicilin's hair, which had actually faded and gradually turned brown, Xitrali couldn't help but complain.

"No way," Vicilin glared, "my hair is such a beautiful golden color."

"That was before."

"Even now."

"Deceiving yourself."

"Centrali!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Gold is indeed Vicilin's color. It makes a very suitable first impression."

Yu Xiuwen spoke to stop the quarrel, and Vicilin glanced at Xitrali with pride.

"Then I'll leave this painting in your care, Sitrali."

Yu Xiuwen rolled up the painting, put it into a carefully prepared box, and handed it to Xitrali.

"Give it to me? Why?"

Cetralli frowned.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to, but this painting should belong to the three of them.

"You should know the reason. This is the result of a discussion between Vicilin and I."

Yu Xiuwen didn't explain, just smiled.

"I... um... I'll keep it then."

She was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized something, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. She didn't say much.

Because she lived a long time.