The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

In that short time, Yu Jin saw several people trying to put incense into the incense burner, but the gaps in the burner were too small to fit the incense sticks in.

This has caused a lot of people to be extremely anxious.

"The sacrifice is to [Yixiao Daotian Zhenjun]. Legend has it that this immortal sawed off his own deer antlers to support the collapsing Tianheng Mountain in order to protect Liyue."

"This lantern was made based on its shape!"

As Xiangling spoke, she took out many carefully arranged dishes from the box beside her feet and placed them on the counter.

"I see." Yu Jin nodded, vaguely sensing that something seemed amiss.

Xiangling seems to have said that this giant statue of the True Lord of Shifting the Clouds and Guiding the Heavens is both a lantern and a firework.

Is it really that bad to send someone into the sky to explode?

But Yu Jin quickly stopped caring. If Yi Xiao Dao Tian Zhen Jun was really as Xiang Ling said, he probably wouldn't care either.

After saying goodbye to Xiangling, Yu Jin continued walking.

It seemed like everyone came out that day. Soon, he saw that familiar figure again.

"Take a look, have a look. This is calligraphy by a master exorcist. Take it home and paste it up; it will guarantee you peace and safety for a year, and evil spirits will not be able to get in!"

A hawking sound, somewhat like that of a conman, drifted over. Yu Jin went over to take a look and found that Xing Qiu and Chong Yun were helping to write couplets.

"Are you two, or is this a group of exorcists?"

"Of course, Chongyun, the whole thing is alive!"

Xingqiu showed no shyness whatsoever. He patted Chongyun on the back, urging him to show off his skills.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Chongyun put down his brush, made a slight hand seal, and exhaled a breath of flame.

"Great! Excellent!"

"Wonderful! Such talent at such a young age!"

"another one!"

……

Applause rose and fell, creating a lively atmosphere. Although no one believed that Xingqiu and Chongyun were the so-called "exorcising masters," the Lantern Festival was all about having fun.

"Come, come, you two exorcism masters, write me a couplet." Soon, one of the onlookers stepped forward and handed Xingqiu and Chongyun a bag of Mora.

"Today is the Lantern Festival, and I'll be writing couplets for everyone free of charge." Xingqiu sent Mora back, then muttered to himself:

"The warm spring breeze welcomes the new year, and fireworks light up the festive season. Chongyun, write this!"

"Wait, slow down!"

Xingqiu recited the couplet, and Chongyun wrote it down; soon a brand-new couplet was completed.

The antithesis isn't particularly good or bad, but the handwriting is truly pleasing to the eye; you can tell at a glance that the person who wrote the couplet has practiced.

Indeed, Chongyun started practicing calligraphy at a very young age. After all, drawing talismans and writing incantations both require the use of a brush.

"Excellent! Well done!" The man was delighted upon seeing it. He immediately accepted the couplet and praised it.

Upon seeing this, Yu Jin left thoughtfully.

People at the Lantern Festival seem to be busy. This busyness isn't the kind of work-related labor, but rather the kind of "busyness" of doing what you love.

Looking at the crowd approaching, Yu Jin felt that they all probably had their own purposes. Some were buying New Year's goods, some were looking for friends, and some were thinking about showing off their skills.

Touching his chin, Yu Jin thought that since it was a rare holiday, he should do something to immerse himself in the festive atmosphere.

Chapter 396 The Real Art of Cooking

2024-01-05

The closer it gets to Lantern Festival, the faster time seems to pass. This is especially true on the day of Lantern Festival itself.

However, it's clear that the people of Liyue don't care about that. It's always better to let time pass happily than to spend it dragging on in boredom and misery.

Darkness descended silently upon the world, but the black curtain halted its relentless advance when it reached the port city.

Because the city lights are enough to dispel all the darkness that comes.

The bustling crowd on the street also noticed the arrival of night. They all looked up excitedly, and what came into their eyes was a full, bright moon.

The first full moon night of the new year also marks the arrival of the Lantern Festival.

Happy New Year! A wonderful New Year! May the new year be fantastic!

Inside a private room at Xinyuexuan, the annual poetry recitation event was being held at Wangshengtang once again.

Of course, generally speaking, this is a one-man show by Master Hu, and the other members of the Rebirth Hall will only echo the Master from below.

"What a beautiful poem!"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"It seems the head of the hall hasn't grown any taller this year."

……

Amidst the exclamations of praise, there were always other voices unrelated to "poetry," but no one paid them any attention.

The main purpose of the Lantern Festival night is to have a lively atmosphere.

"A new year, this is probably one of the few new years that I will remember."

Zhongli looked at the employees of Wangshengtang who were fooling around with Hu Tao in the distance and said with emotion.

He had experienced the Lantern Festival at least a thousand times, but very few of them had left such a deep impression on him as this one.

So much has happened this year.

"Is this the Lantern Festival?" Ruo Tuo sat down next to Zhong Li and turned to look at the bustling crowd outside the window. Spots of light shimmered on the transparent glass, creating a relaxing and languid atmosphere.

The occasional muffled explosions outside served as a reminder to the relaxed people, seemingly tempting them to join the carnival.

Peace and liveliness coexisted so harmoniously on the same day.

"This is the Lantern Festival." Zhongli took a sip of tea, but couldn't taste anything because his mind was drawn to the scenery outside.

……

On the night of Lantern Festival, many people enjoy family reunions at home, but even more people go outside to witness the most prosperous moment of the year in Liyue.

"This one! This one! I want this one!"

"You haven't finished chewing the rice cake in your mouth yet~"

"This one! I want this lantern too!"

"Aren't you afraid of being carried away by so many lanterns?"

In the bustling street, two figures, one in silver and one in gold, were moving about.

Ying, carrying large and small bags, chased after Paimon, who was flitting about. However, as soon as she arrived at one place, Paimon would be attracted to the next novel thing.

This is not Paimon's fault, because Liyue during the Lantern Festival is attractive enough to anyone.

During the Lantern Festival, Liyue is ablaze with lights, every street adorned with red lanterns that radiate a warm glow, dispelling even the chill of deep winter.

The people of Liyue, dressed in magnificent attire unlike anything they'd seen before, strolled the streets in an endless stream, their laughter and blessings echoing throughout. It was as if they were bringing out the best of their year.

The streets were lined with food stalls, wafting enticing aromas. Candied hawthorns, fried rice cakes, roasted sweet potatoes, and other familiar and unfamiliar delicacies made mouths water.

The sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers drifted from afar, creating a lively atmosphere. Children waved lanterns of various shapes and sizes, singing and dancing as they played.

They moved through the crowd, just like Paimon, except one was in the sky and the other on the ground.

The entire city of Liyue was filled with a joyful and festive atmosphere, and everyone was immersed in the happiness and joy of reunion.

Ying, carrying large and small bags, seemed strange, as did Paimon, who was excitedly waving her arms and legs. But during the Lantern Festival, they were just ordinary people among countless others.

Looking at the scene before her, Ying felt a surge of excitement, but also a strange sense of sadness welled up in her heart.

If only my brother Kong were here too, how wonderful that would be? Ying couldn't help but think to herself.

"Hey! Ying, what are you doing? Come here!" Paimon called out loudly when he saw Ying standing there in a daze.

Paimon's shouts pulled Ying from her grief. The heat from the crowd swept over her, dispelling any lingering sadness in her heart.

"Here you are!" Carrying large and small bags, Ying waved to Paimon and then immediately ran over.

Now that we know that emptiness still exists in this world, there's nothing to worry about.

After all, in terms of actual strength, she is stronger than Kong; she has simply lost her power.

Once the strength is regained, then we can bring the void back.

……

"Gulu! Guru!"

Inside the courtyard where an eerie purple light flickered at the entrance, Ember and Mongot sat facing each other.

Between the two, a campfire was lit. On top of the hot pot was a slightly swaying iron pot.

The soup in the iron pot was boiling and bubbling, the thick, milky-brown broth churning and occasionally producing a bubble.

The bubbles burst, releasing their fragrant aromas that make one's mouth water.

"Come on, let me figure it out." Yu Jin took a wooden bowl from the wooden table next to him and filled it to the brim.

"Try it. It's been a long time since I've made it, so the taste might be a bit strange, but it shouldn't be too different."

Ember carefully handed the thick soup to Mongot.

Taking the wooden bowl, which was a bit small for him, Montgomery stared at the thick soup inside and couldn't help but swallow.

The soup looked perfectly normal, a creamy brown color. It emitted an enticing aroma, as if telling people how delicious it was.

Upon closer inspection, the soup resembled an oil painting, its naturally creamy brown hue radiating an alluring sheen. On its surface, a layer of golden oil shimmered with an inexplicable glow, reflecting Montgomery's conflicted face.

Although the soup looked plausible, Mongot knew very well about Ember's culinary skills.

He didn't know if he could handle it.

Sensing the gaze from Yu Jin, Meng Gut stopped hesitating, gritted his teeth, and drank it down in silence.

If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.