Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 230 The Hall of Rebirth is My Home!
"But today, most of the wild neon flowers have disappeared in the process of Liyue's geographical changes, and now most of them rely on artificial cultivation..."

Zhongli came back to his senses, and introduced in detail the growth habits and differences among various neon flowers, which attracted a burst of admiration: "Mr. is indeed an expert, even I myself don't know that there are so many details..."

"It's just a little bit of knowledge. My traveler friend is not to be underestimated. He is the one who will travel all over the mainland."

Zhong Li shook his head, not forgetting to praise the angry little Paimon next to him.

"Actually, it's not that powerful..."

Hearing Zhongli's sudden praise, Ying bowed her hand in embarrassment, saw that Paimon was still in a tugging manner, grabbed Paimon, pointed her finger at her small mouth, and lifted the corner of Paimon's lips towards her. Shang Yang: "Paimon is also very happy, isn't it?"

"Uh... not at all!"

Paimeng wanted to push away Ying's palm, but he hugged Ying's neck while struggling, and subconsciously rubbed against her.

"Is Paimon acting coquettish?"

Ying looked at the little guy nestled on her neck, smiled softly, and then turned to Zhongli: "Mr. Zhongli, then which of these three neon clothes should we choose?"

"Boss, I want it all."

Zhong Li waved his big hand and nodded without hesitation.

"Again?!"

Paimon poked his head out of Ying's arms, clenching his fists.

"Heh, when you listen to an opera, you need to order the most famous actresses, when you walk a bird, you need to buy the most expensive thrushes. This is life."

Zhongli smiled gently and stared at Paimon who looked at him with disgust.

"However, buying three kinds of neon clothes this time is not out of my life creed."

"You don't know, according to the tradition, if different neon clothes are made into balm and enshrined in front of the statue of the Seven Heavens, the Emperor Yanwang will make his own choice."

"However, the exquisiteness of the ancient times and some overly complicated traditions have been gradually simplified."

"However, this is the only gift ceremony that belongs to one of the Seven Gods in the past 700 years. Let's follow the tradition and offer these ointments one by one."

After Zhongli finished speaking, he just looked at Ying fixedly, as if he was waiting for something.

Of course Ying knew what Zhongli was waiting for, so she reluctantly took out the Mora that Dadalia had given her from her bosom, shook the few Mora, and was just about to pay when Bo came, bowing her head and muttering.

"Uh, guest officers, I'm sorry, let me intervene. Are you going to dedicate these flowers to Lord Yan?"

"Yes."

Paimon flew out of Ying's arms to answer Libo's question.

"Hey, you should have said earlier... After inviting Xian Dianyi the day before yesterday, I also heard bad news..."

"If it's for Lord Yan, you won't be charged for these flowers, just show me your heart."

Mo La, who Ying just handed over, was pushed back by Bo Lai.

"Is this really appropriate..."

Encountering two discount sales from Liyue Merchant in a row, Ying was at a loss for a while. She was obviously a profit-seeking businessman, but after knowing that it was for Emperor Yan, she would sell it at half price without hesitation, even It's a free gift.

"Look at what you said, without Lord Yan, there would be no place for a commoner like me to live."

"If it wasn't for the poem written by Lord Yan back then, the value of these precious neon clothes and flowers would not be so expensive."

Bo Lai shook his head while clutching the ledger.

"Wow, many of Liyue's local conditions and customs that I heard along the way were directly cared for by the emperor himself at a certain period."

Paimon stared at Bolai in surprise.

The emperor of Liyue sounds like a very diligent and close god.

In short, it is much better than a certain Fengshen.

"Then thank you boss, it solved our urgent need!"

Seeing Ying refused, Paimeng hurriedly took the money bag from Bo Lai, blinked with a smile, and put the little Mo La in the bag into his arms: "Thank you boss! I wish the boss a prosperous business!"

After finishing speaking, Paimon hurriedly pulled Ying away, fearing that Bo would repent.

Zhong Li bowed slightly towards Bo Lai, and followed Ying to the pier. The owner of Wan You Shop didn't think much of it, but sighed softly as he watched the few people walking away.

"I have already got the flowers, but what should I do with the balm?"

Pi Mengfei was in the front. After coming out of the Wanyou shop, it was already late at night, and the hawkers in the market began to pack up their stalls, preparing to close up and rest.

Zhongli handed the flowers in his hands to Ying, and said calmly, "It's best to find someone who has experience in making incense, but almost no one I know knows how to make incense by himself..."

"So, I would like to trouble you to go to the city and ask, such as ordinary ladies and the like."

Although he asked Ying to help him find the person who made the balm, Zhongli's tone did not imply any request.

Fortunately, Ying had long been accustomed to the provocative tone of these clients, and nodded in agreement.

"I'll wait for you near the statue of the Seven Heavens. After making the ointment, let's meet there."

Zhong Li looked at the deserted pier, and turned his eyes to the lighted Hall of Rebirth. He could sense that Wendy and Famas had returned to his room.

These two actually played in Liyue all day.

Wendy carefully blew open the windows of the room with wind elements, scattered papers spread all over the floor, and the old paper windows reflected the cool moonlight outside, just drawing a shadow under the windows.

"Hey, should we take a break..."

Wendy lay lazily on the ebony table that originally belonged to Zhongli, with her arms folded to rest her chin, her emerald green eyes stared at Farmas motionlessly.

Under the moonlight, the boy's cheeks showed a gentle curvature, and the soft down was coated with a layer of silver light.

(End of this chapter)