Hutao uses me to judge my performance

Not knowing how determined his little pet was, Jiang Bai pushed open an empty room, took out a quilt and stuffed it into empty hands, letting them make their own bed, yawned and went to wash up.

His yard is not as elaborate as Zhongli's. There are really not enough rooms for one person to live in. Several rooms are either filled with debris or empty.

Sora and Paimon looked at each other in disbelief at the empty bed in the room, and reluctantly started to make enough food and clothing by themselves.

Although the room was a little empty, it was thankfully clean and there was no need to clean it again.

Early the next morning, Jiang Bai fell asleep in a daze and suddenly felt like he was suffocating.

When he opened his eyes, Gudong jumped onto his face at some point and spread out into a slime mask.

Seeing that he was awake, it jumped away with crooked eyes.

Jiang Bai rubbed his eyes and looked at him doubtfully, "How did you get in?"

He remembered that he put it in the sink when he went to bed, and his doors and windows should be closed.

Gudong tilted his head in confusion, pretending not to understand, and turned around on the table next to the bed.

Jiang Bai put it on his shoulder and poked it in the face angrily, "It's getting slicker and smoother. Could it be that you have become a sperm? I remember that the bookstore sells the Dao Wife before the country was locked down. It's a light novel called "Reincarnated as a Slime" or something like that. I'll buy it for you to read some other time."

Gudong's eyes were blank, and what Jiang Bai said was beyond the comprehension of his little head.

Kong and Paimon, who had not slept enough, were woken up by Jiang Bai and followed Jiang Bai to the canteen of the Hall of Life to have a free canteen breakfast.

Paimeng touched his round belly with satisfaction, "The food at the Rebirth Hall is so good, I don't even want to leave."

Jiang Bai drew a big X on his chest, "That won't work, you will make the Hall of Rebirth poor!"

Although Paimon may be small, his appetite is not small at all.

"I'm just talking!" Pamon crossed his arms angrily.

"Let's go, let's go! Before the balm is ready, there are other tasks!" Jiang Bai ignored her and went to find Zhongli with Gudong on his shoulder.

With his back to Jiang Bai, Gudong spit a small bubble at the white flying creature, causing Paimon to see the provocative emotion in its two oval eyes.

"Damn it! This little slime actually dares to challenge me, Paimon!" She flew over and wanted to punch the little slime so that it could see how powerful Paimon was.

As a result, before I even touched it, it was wrapped in bubbles.

Kong covered his mouth and snickered, "Pamon, you're not good at it. You can't even bully a slime."

"Damn it! You even bullied me!" Paimon, who broke out of the bubble, shut himself up.

Jiang Bai reached out and flicked the small thing on his shoulder, "Don't bully Paimon."

Gudong lowered his eyes and lay helplessly on his shoulder.

Paimeng was so moved that he immediately decided to forgive Jiang Bai, "You still have some conscience for distributing leaflets!"

Fighting all the way to Zhongli courtyard.

Kong asked: "Mr. Zhongli, the balm is still being made, what should we do next?"

"I need you to help me borrow the [Cleaning Bell]."

"Cleaning bell?"

"The person who keeps the dust-cleaning bell now is a friend of mine named Grandma Ping. Jiang Bai should know that if you ask her, she will lend it to you."

Jiang Bai looked at Zhongli with a strange expression.

He knew that Grandma Ping was an immortal. Zhongli said that Grandma Ping was his friend. It seemed that Zhongli was an immortal. It was indeed true.

But does Grandma Ping know that Zhongli is dissatisfied with Yan Shen?

Zhongli said that he had no intention of becoming the next Rock God, but he didn't quite believe it.

After all, someone has to take over.

"Aren't you coming with us?" Pamon was curious.

Since they are friends, it must be better for him to go himself. Why must he instruct them to go?

"I have some reasons why I can't show up, so I'm sorry to bother you." Zhongli explained briefly.

Listening to these words, Jiang Bai suddenly realized.

It turns out that we had a breakup, so we didn’t dare to see anyone.

Seeing Jiang Bai's expression, Zhongli knew that he was thinking wrong again. He put his hand on his forehead a little, turned around and motioned for them to borrow something quickly.

He has no intention of correcting Jiang Bai's strange brain circuit. When Jiang Bai knows the truth, everything will naturally collapse.

Jiang Bai took them to Yujing Terrace again, and sent Meng to look around, looking for Grandma Ping.

Grandma Ping was watering the flowers as usual, and the petals of the glazed lilies growing in the surrounding flower beds withered and withered.

Seeing such a glass lily, Grandma Ping shook her head slightly and sighed.

"Nothing is permanent, nothing is permanent"

"Grandma Ping!" Jiang Bai shouted.

"Is it you, here to enjoy the flowers? Who are these two?" Grandma Ping hunched over and looked at Kong and Paimon.

"These two are my friends, travelers from afar. This is Kong, and this is Paimon." Jiang Bai gave a brief introduction.

"Hello, Grandma Ping." The two greeted politely.

"Hello everyone. If you want to see the flowers, you have come at the wrong time. These glazed lilies are all gone." Grandma Ping had a complicated expression.

"Ah?" Jiang Bai glanced at the glazed lilies around him. What if they all thanked him for the apprenticeship tea!

"Why are all these flowers withered? Is it the flowering season?" Paimon didn't understand.

Chapter 281 Our guest is too low-key.

"In my day, people said that glass lilies are human beings. If they hear good voices, singing and laughter, they will grow well. But if they hear too many bad voices, such as random rumors, they will grow well. If you gossip, they will wither quickly.”

Hearing this, Jiang Bai squatted down next to the glazed lilies and started singing, while letting his shoulders water them.

"Daqiuqiu is sick Erqiuqiu look"

A pretty song came out, but the glazed lily closest to it lost all its petals when I brushed it.

Jiang Bai was shocked and took several steps back.

"Is my singing so good that even the flowers will wither after listening to it?" He was deeply shocked.

He obviously thinks he can sing pretty well!

The hall master even praised it!

Grandma Ping adjusted her glasses, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Even if you sing, you still have to choose the songs.

She shook her head, "Liu Li Lily has sensed the rumors in Liyue Port, and it can't be cured by singing."

"Then when things are over, will it bloom again? How long will it take to bloom?" Jiang Bai looked at Grandma Ping nervously.

Before, he thought that glazed lilies were valuable and wanted to dig them up in the wild to plant them. However, he couldn't find them in the wild at all, and only some grew in Yujingtai.

If the glazed lilies here stop blooming, his apprenticeship tea will have to be made with sweet floral water!

"When people's hearts stabilize, it will naturally bloom again." Grandma Ping sighed, "It's just that the current Liyue Port is like a powder keg. It only takes a spark to explode. I don't know how long it will take when people's hearts stabilize."

Jiang Bai breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he can drive, it won't take long for people to stabilize when Zhongli takes over.

"Speaking of it, Grandma Ping, you are also an immortal. Do you know why the emperor returned to heaven?" Jiang Bai asked.

Grandma Ping turned her head and looked at the vast Yunlaihai outside Liyue Harbor with a complicated expression.

"Aside from time, what else could make the former God of War be killed?"

"Do you also think it was a natural death?" Jiang Bai thought thoughtfully. In this way, Zhongli really didn't do anything wrong.

Grandma Ping shook her head and had no intention of expressing any further opinions on this matter.

They were people who came out of that war-torn era, so they naturally knew how powerful the emperor was.

The emperor will not die for no reason. If his life is approaching, he will definitely tell them that there must be a purpose for why he is doing this this time.

Let's see what happens next

"By the way, Grandma Ping, we are here to borrow something from you."

"Yeah, that thing is called a dust-cleaning bell." Paimon responded.

"That's it." Grandma Ping suddenly realized and then showed a smile.

"I heard that Zhongli is responsible for the ceremony of sending immortals, right?"

"Yeah, he said he had a reason not to come, so he asked us to borrow it..." Jiang Bai spread his hands, feeling that things were a little different from what he imagined.

Why doesn't Grandma Ping and Zhongli look like they've broken up?

"It's in my cave, you can go get it yourself..."

Grandma Ping opened the lid of the pot and all three of them inhaled.

Not long after, the three came out with the bells.

Seeing that they had gotten the things, Grandma Ping smiled and said: "Bring a message to Zhongli for me. If you have time, you can come to my place for tea. Even though I don't have much, I still have a teapot."

Jiang Bai joked: "Grandma Ping, you are too humble. If you don't have much wealth, our guest will have to say that you are poor."

Immortals are not poor. If you bring out anything, it will attract people to grab it. It just depends on whether they are willing to do it.

Grandma Ping chuckled, waved and watched them leave.

After leaving Yujingtai, Paimeng felt quite emotional.

"Is this Grandma Ping also an immortal? I really can't tell!"

"Da Yin is hiding in the city. I heard that there are many immortals in Liyue Port, but I only know this one, Grandma Ping."

"Speaking of which, why didn't we just ask us to find the immortals in Liyue Port instead of going to the mountains to look for them?"

"There is nothing you can do. Even if the immortals in the city stand in front of you, you won't be able to recognize them."

"That's right"

Several people walked to the venue where the ceremony for sending immortals was arranged, and found the walnuts and Xiangling in the venue.

"Mr. Zhongli, I got the stuff." Jiang Bai handed the stuff to him.

Zhongli looked at this thing with some nostalgia, "Yes, this is the dust-cleaning bell. It is really well kept."

"I got it so quickly, thank you for your hard work." Hutao patted Jiang Bai's shoulder, and then looked curiously at the dust-cleansing bell in Zhongli's hand.

According to the description in ancient books, this is a magical instrument that can automatically play music. It will be used to accompany every ceremony of sending immortals.

Listening to Zhongli's words, Paimeng flew up and down in a circle around Zhongli, "With this tone, you must be an immortal, right?"

"Haha." Zhongli smiled and said nothing.

Seeing Zhongli smiling and saying nothing, Hutao rolled his eyes, stood up on tiptoes and patted Zhongli on the shoulder, saying deliberately:

"Our guest, you are too low-key. He had a drink with the emperor back then. It was a life-and-death friendship. It is most appropriate for him to organize the ceremony of sending immortals to Prince Yan!"

"Master, this is serious. I am just an ordinary person, Zhongli. I only know a little more, and I cannot be called an immortal." Zhongli was helpless.

Even if he knew that he was the Rock King, the hall master would probably not change his temper.

"Okay, okay, this hall master knows that you don't want to reveal your identity."

Seeing Zhongli denying this matter, Hutao waved his hand and looked at Kong and Paimon threateningly, "There are only a few of us here and we won't tell anyone."

Paimon and Sora nodded quickly, they would never tell anyone!

"By the way, Grandma Ping asked me to bring you a message." Paimon remembered something and imitated Grandma Ping's words vividly.

"Old lady, although I don't have much, I still have a teapot."

"Haha, this tone doesn't suit you, but her teapot is really good, and it's perfect for making tea. When the time comes, I will naturally bring good tea with me."

After Hu Tao revealed his identity as an immortal, Zhongli was no longer too lazy to hide it.

"The balm is still being made. It won't be ready until night. So what should we do next?"

"The next item we need to buy is a kite," Zhongli said.

"Go on, go on, this hall master still has many details to deal with." Hutao waved his hand and went to work on his own affairs.