Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

After hearing this, Rosaline became more curious about Song Yinjian.

She really wanted to know what kind of person could make the Ice Queen and Pantalone so fearful.

After a brief moment of thought, Rosaline said coldly, "We'll discuss this matter after we arrive in Liyue. If he truly tries to stop me from seizing the Heart of God, I will take action."

Pantalone chuckled and said gently, "That's fine."

Rosalyn said nothing more and continued walking forward, passing him.

Pantalone raised his head and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, but his eyes were filled with icy hatred.

As long as there is a chance, he will try to kill Song Yinjian.

He will never forget the suffocating despair and pain when the Northland Bank suffered a bank run!

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After entering the midsummer season, the business of the Xianjia Etiquette Shop was obviously much slower than before, but Song Yinjian was happy about it.

At this moment, he was lying leisurely in front of the counter, reading "Biographies of Immortals and Yakshas" with full concentration, intending to draw creative inspiration from it so as to carry out secondary creation later.

The most important reason why the deeds of Liyue's immortals are not widely circulated is that most of these deeds have not been processed at the artistic level, and appear bland and boring.

Take the biography in his hand for example. Most of the content is narrated in the style of a diary, which simply records that on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, the immortals and yakshas killed a certain demon, and that's all.

Basically, only historians can persist in reading this biography from beginning to end.

Based on this biography, Song Yinjian plans to create five deeply rooted images of immortals and yakshas so that people can remember them at once.

Just as he was immersed in his divergent thoughts, a young man in simple dark work clothes hurried over.

The young man said, "Boss Song, my grandfather is about to pass away, and I'd like to ask you to come over. But my home is a bit far away, in Qiaoying Manor in Chenyu Valley."

When Song Yinjian heard about Qiaoying Manor, his first reaction was to refuse the business.

Because Qiaoying Manor is too far away from here, even if Shen He uses magic, it will take a whole day to go back and forth.

Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly remembered that he had promised Zhongli to go to Chenyu Valley.

So, after pondering for a moment, he asked, "Isn't there any funeral service in Qiaoying Manor? Why did you come all the way to my place?"

The young man suddenly showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, and he stammered, "When my grandfather was young, he and the wife of a funeral family..."

Song Yinjian quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't say any more. I can probably guess a little, but this kind of thing is ultimately immoral."

When the young man heard this, his face flushed red and he shouted, "Boss Song, that's not true! It was that fat woman from the funeral home who raped my grandfather!"

Chapter 73: The Incident at Chenyu Valley

Under Shen He's magic control, the donkey cart carrying her, Song Yinjian and the young man Ajin galloped across the vast plains of Liyue.

After a whole day of non-stop travel, Qiaoying Manor, which looked like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, finally appeared before their eyes.

It is surrounded by lush mountains and gurgling rivers, like a tranquil and harmonious ink painting, so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.

In the center of Zhuangzi, stands proudly a thousand-year-old tea tree with lush branches and leaves. Its trunk is thick and strong, tightly embracing an exquisite teapot carved from rock, showing the world the long-standing tea culture of this place.

At this moment, the poor donkey, unable to endure the high-speed driving driven by the spell, collapsed directly to the ground, foaming at the corners of its mouth.

Ajin's condition was not much better. He held on to a tree by the roadside, leaning forward and vomiting continuously, as if he would not stop until he had emptied his stomach of everything.

After a long time, he slowly came to his senses. His face was still as pale as paper. He said weakly, "Master Song, this kind of magical way of traveling is really a bit too much for me to bear."

Song Yinjian said with a hint of apology on his face, "I'm so sorry. Next time if I have the chance, I will definitely ask Senior Sister to slow down."

Upon hearing this, Ah Jin waved his hands repeatedly and said with a look of fear, "I'd never dare ride in your donkey cart again. By the way, let me take you two to the village first."

Afterwards, under his guidance, Song Yinjian and Shen He walked into Qiaoying Manor, and the donkey cart was temporarily parked outside the manor.

Almost every household in Qiaoying Village makes a living by making tea. Looking around, you can see tea leaves being dried everywhere.

The air in the entire village is filled with the fresh, pleasant and refreshing fragrance of tea.

Soon, the three of them slowly walked into a simple house.

Ajin's grandfather, Uncle Luo, was lying on the bed, his hair was gray, his face was thin and haggard, and he looked lifeless. It seemed that he would take his last breath and pass away at any time.

But Song Yinjian keenly sensed something strange.

After hearing the footsteps of three people entering the house, Uncle Luo slowly opened his eyes and asked in a weak voice, "Is it... Ah Jin?"

Hearing this, Ah Jin's eyes suddenly turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She knelt down in front of his bed with a plop, sobbing and saying, "Grandpa, it's me! I'm back."

Uncle Luo turned his head with difficulty and looked at Ah Jin, his voice full of regret and unwillingness, "My child, how come the tea I have carefully roasted all my life is rated as low-grade?

Oh, forget it, I’m leaving now…”

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Ah Jin couldn't help but cry out sadly: "Grandpa~!"

Afterwards, he threw himself down on the bed and burst into tears.

Song Yinjian stood aside, watching the scene in front of him silently, but his expression looked a little strange.

After a moment, he lowered his voice and said, "Ah Jin, your grandfather...isn't gone yet."

Ajin, who was in deep sorrow, paused in his grief upon hearing this. He suppressed his sobs and said, "My grandfather must have just had a last gasp of life. He will be gone soon."

Song Yinjian was somewhat speechless and said helplessly, "That wasn't a last gasp of life. Your grandfather's health isn't really that bad."

Ah Jin stood up, his face full of confusion, and asked, "But my grandfather is already so sick, how can he be fine?"

Song Yinjian's expression was calm, and he said firmly, "Just listen to me. Go cook some porridge for him now. Feed him for three days straight."

Although Ajin was still hesitant, he thought that Song Yinjian was a disciple of an immortal, and what he said must make some sense, so he decided to do as he said.

Afterwards, Song Yinjian gently took Shen He's slender hand and they walked out of the yard together.

"Junior brother, the old man clearly looks fine, so why is he acting like this?" Shen He's cold voice was full of confusion.

Song Yinjian looked up at the towering thousand-year-old tea tree in the center of the manor, his lips curled up slightly, "This is because he feels that his life has become boring.

He spent most of his life making fine tea, but ended up losing his reputation in his later years."

Shen He still frowned, as if he found it difficult to understand the reason. "I still don't quite understand."

Song Yinjian patiently explained, "Let me give you an example. Suppose our master suddenly discovered one day that the immortal mechanism he made was not even as good as a mortal child's toy.

Put yourself in her shoes and think about how she would feel."

Shen He said very seriously and solemnly: "Master's immortal mechanism is the most exquisite mechanism in the world."

Song Yinjian said helplessly: "I was just giving an example, what if this situation happened."

Shen He's tone remained firm, and he said without a doubt, "There is no such if."

Seeing that she was so determined, Song Yinjian didn't continue speaking.

The two walked leisurely on the quaint stone path of Qiaoying Village, admiring the picturesque scenery.

Song Yinjian likes this place very much. If it weren't too remote, he would definitely choose to settle here for a long time, accompanied by green mountains, flowing water and green tea.

After a stroll around, I was surprised to find that there was not even a fairy temple in this huge Qiaoying Village.

Humans are indeed the most ungrateful and selfish race.

If it weren't for the protection of the Dream Demon and the Three Immortals of Chenyun Valley, how could the humans of Qiaoying Village live and reproduce safely here?

In order to enable humans to survive and develop better, they even spent a lot of effort to transform the water and soil environment of Chenyu Valley.

However, hundreds of years have passed quietly, and the people here have long forgotten this kindness.

No wonder Ling Yuan acted like a demon. If it were him, he would do the same, and even go even further.

After figuring out the reason, Song Yinjian took Shen He to Chiwangtai, the highest peak in Chenyu Valley.

At this moment, Chiwangtai was tightly wrapped in a thick and heavy fog.

Shen He gently raised her fair and slender hand, parted her red lips, and whispered a magic spell.

The originally extremely thick fog quickly dissipated in an instant under the effect of the magic technique, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.

As the thick fog gradually dissipated, a majestic and imposing beast gradually revealed its figure and stood in front of the two people. It was Lingyuan, the mountain master and one of the three immortals of Chenyu Valley.

It stared coldly at Song Yinjian and Shen He, and asked in a hostile tone, "Are you Liu Yun's disciples?"

"Yes." Shen He replied briefly.

Ling Yuan heard this, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, "Then I will teach you a lesson!"

After saying that, he roared and rushed towards the two of them.

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Chapter 74 Are you giving me a massage?

Although the mountain master Lingyuan is one of the three immortals of Chenyu, his true form is just an ordinary immortal beast.

After thousands of years, its strength is only equivalent to that of a Divine Transformation cultivator, and its cultivation aptitude is comparable to that of Song Yinjian.

After a brief fight, Ling Yuan was already panting and lying on the ground exhausted.

Its crystal eyes were filled with disbelief.

That girl who was as cold as snow and fire actually possessed such terrifying and extraordinary cultivation!

I couldn't even hold out for a quarter of an hour in front of him.

"Kill me! I will never surrender to you."

Ling Yuan forced himself to raise his head and chest out, looking like a hero who was about to die bravely and fearlessly.

Seeing this, Song Yinjian was speechless and said, "Lingyuan, are you crazy? How can you tell that we are here to kill you?"

Ling Yuan snorted arrogantly and said as a matter of course: "Didn't you come here to solve the water and soil problem in Chenyu Valley?

If you want to solve this soil and water problem, you have to kill me first."

Such a strong and stupid character made Song Yinjian really want to beat it up.

"You're not only mentally ill, you're seriously ill!" Song Yinjian started yelling, "Who said we're here to solve the water and soil problems in Chenyu Valley?

What does the well-being of those humans have to do with us two immortal disciples?"

When Ling Yuan heard this, he still held his head high and continued to question, "Then what exactly are you doing here?"

Song Yinjian glanced at it and said unhappily, "Of course we are here to rescue you, you idiot!

If you really wantonly change the water and soil environment of Chenyu Valley, you will definitely be ruthlessly killed for committing such a heinous mistake!

My sister and I have come here to persuade you to turn back from your wrong path as soon as possible."

Ling Yuan still looked unconvinced and replied stubbornly, "I just want to restore the water and soil environment of Chenyu Valley to its former state."

"Do you think Yaojun and Fujin will come back if we transform back into our previous forms?" Song Yinjian retorted coldly, "Don't be delusional. They won't come back. Nothing can go back to the way it was."

When Ling Yuan heard this, his entire huge body seemed to be frozen in an instant.

Then, the head that had been held high slowly drooped, and he murmured to himself in frustration, "Yes, nothing can go back to the way it was before. Everything I've done was in vain."

It sighed and looked up at Song Yinjian, "But I really can't stand the fact that the humans protected by Fu Jin and Yao Jun have completely forgotten them now."

Song Yinjian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident smile, and said aloud: "The immortals and gods protect mankind, and mankind should also express gratitude by offering incense and offerings.

When I return to Qiaoying Manor, I will have those people build a majestic temple for Yaojun, Fujin, and you, and then hold a grand and solemn ceremony to send the immortals off."

Ling Yuan pondered for a moment, then said, "If that's the case, I promise not to try to change the environment of Chenyu Valley anymore. I'll also owe you a favor."

Song Yinjian flexed his arms and said, "I don't want this favor from you. I just want to give you a good beating, you idiot!"

As he spoke, he swung his fists and smashed them towards Ling Yuan's body as fast as dense raindrops, kicking him from time to time.

After a round of punches and kicks, I immediately felt much better.

But Ling Yuan's next words made his anger, which had just been extinguished, surge up again, "Are you giving me a massage?"

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After returning from Chiwangtai, Song Yinjian first drove his donkey cart to Ajin's courtyard.

After two days of feeding him porridge, Uncle Luo's physical condition improved a lot, but his mental state was still sluggish. He looked very decadent all day long, as if he had no interest in anything in the world.

Just when Song Yinjian was about to give the old man some advice, a howling voice filled with grief came from far away outside, "A Luo, why didn't you wait for me~"