The three of them ate and chatted at the same time.

Most of them were Hu Tao talking about his own afterlife hall package, and Wang Daoyi and Zhongli were the listeners.

For the package business of developing the Afterlife, Master Hu is a very thoughtful person, and he is not rejected by everyone like in the game.

From simple funeral ceremonies, to white things, feng shui, and acupoints, Hu Tang Master always has strange and seemingly reasonable ideas.

"Zhongli, what you said last time about telling the boss of the flower and bird market about business, how is it?"

Hu Tao is not a lady, and she is not very gentle, but a little grinning, like you and your brother going out to masturbate.

Zhong Li's face does not change, what business, he doesn't know how to write the word business.

"I've been talking about it, there are many bird lovers in the flower and bird market, and they all want to customize a package for their birds!"

"However, because the hall master hasn't customized this kind of package yet, I refused!"

Zhongli wasn't lying, most of the people he played with were from Liyue's noble families, and it was easy to customize a small afterlife package for one of his favorite birds.

"To the birds?"

Hu Tang Master was shocked, it turned out that there was still this kind of business model, hurriedly picked up two mouthfuls of rice, Hu Tang Master rushed back to the Death Hall, saying that he was going to check the previous records of the Death Hall, to see if there was a similar death ceremony for pets, and then to develop a package.

Without the existence of the third party of Hall Master Hu, the topic of Wang Daoyi and Zhongli began to decrease, and the various nonsense of Hall Master Hu gradually changed to a quiet meal between the two.

Neither of them is a person who likes to chat, or neither of them is someone who likes to talk nonsense.

After being full of wine and food, Wang Daoyi settled the account for Master Mao, although Master Mao refused to accept it, but Wang Daoyi still directly stuffed Mora into the counter, and he could prostitute himself for nothing, and he still had to pay the bill for taking someone to eat.

Coming out of Wanmin Hall, the two came to Sanwan but Hong Kong, and after the meal, it was a good time to listen to books, and there were already people drinking tea at the tea stall.

"Yo, Mr. Zhongli is here, and Brother Wang, little brother hasn't been here for some days!"

Tian Tiezui's eyes were very good, and as soon as Wang Daoyi and Zhongli approached the tea stall, they saw the two of them and greeted them warmly.

Ever since Wang Dao came to Liyue Harbor and met Zhongli, he often accompanied Zhongli here to listen to books and drink tea, hugging his thighs, which was naturally the best place to drink the best tea.

After spending a large amount of Mora, Tian Tiezui was naturally familiar with these two gold masters.

"Mr. Tian hasn't seen you for a long time, I went to Mondstadt a few days ago, and I just came back yesterday, so I'm not here for you!"

Wang Dao responded with a familiar response, and took out a book from his arms and handed it to Tian Tiezui, "Take the collection of poems of the Bards of Mondstadt that Mondstadt brought you, can you still keep the old position?" ”

Tian Tiezui took Wang Daoyi's gift, the smile on his face became more and more enthusiastic, a person who will bring you a gift when he comes back from going out, how can anyone not like it.

"Keep it, please two of you, count me today, but it's still Qiaoying's hair?"

"The old rule, two pots of hairy tips, a stack of fried beans."

Three Bowls is a standard in-town tea stall with a storyteller who can serve tea and some snacks.

"Okay, you two sit down, and things will come up in a while."

The old seat where the two of them sat was directly in front of the storytelling, which was one of the best listening positions.

Time passed, gradually, there were more people, and seeing that the seats were full, Tian Tiezui was not in reception, but came to the storytelling platform and began to tell the story.

"A few days ago, I talked about the story of the emperor's sweep in all directions, and today I will talk about the story of the emperor's creation of the dragon!"

Tian Tiezui told some stories related to the emperor, most of which have been revised by storytellers from generation to generation, and have long been deviated from the real history, but Zhongli still listened to it with relish, and he didn't know if he liked the story or remembered something from the story.

Wang Daoyi has no sense of this story, what he likes is to explore the real history, or the knowledge left over from the real history, but if his own boss likes it, then listen to it, and it should be a pastime.

Tian Tiezui's kung fu is indeed not bad, an old story, under his interpretation, everyone seems to have entered that magnificent era, and witnessed the scene of the emperor igniting the dragon king.

Zhongli drank his tea, smiling.

People always revise their own history for various reasons, or force interpretations because they don't know history in the first place.

Or to make the story sound better and highlight the dignity of a certain character, and rewrite the story.

The original Zhongli didn't care, Liyue's history was etched in his memory.

But as the idea of retirement became heavier, Zhongli began to be faintly worried.

Whether the story of him and his friends guarding Liyue will be changed beyond recognition in countless years.

"Daoyi, do you think our history will be forgotten?"

Zhongli spoke suddenly.

Wang Daoyi didn't react to the sudden question, and was slightly stunned before answering:

"History is written by the victors, just like Liyue now, not many people remember the demon god who once fought with you, and you in Liyue's story are infinitely glorified, even if you don't ask for it, but people will still take the initiative to glorify you."

"If one day we are forgotten by history, it will definitely be worn out by time, and only time can make Liyue forget you for your dedication to Liyue, and that time may be infinite."

After listening to Wang Daoyi's words, Zhongli nodded, as the oldest demon god, even if the demon god of time Ishalo has fallen, he is still alive, he understands the power of time better than the demon god of time,

Perhaps, I need a recorder who will not be worn out by the heavens, and that will be his sister?

Zhongli thought secretly, and then looked at Wang Daoyi.

"What do you think of the traveler?"

Wang Dao was not surprised that Zhongli knew about Ying's existence, as one of the demon gods who participated in the battle of Kanria, Zhongli must know Sora, and that Kong's sister Ying will definitely be on Zhongli's attention list.

"Like me, she is from outside the world, but she is more complete than me, she is completely outside the world, and I only have a soul outside the world, I can't read her, but she is very friendly and should not be Liyue's enemy, at least, not now!"

Wang Daoyi once thought that he and Ying would have a strong sense of identity as visitors from another world, but after meeting Ying, he realized that he had naturally stood in Liyue's position, and Ying, despite all her help in Mondstadt, was still an outsider, and she had no place to belong in Teyvat.

"She still needs more encounters, and I heard that she will continue to embark on a journey to find her loved ones, and perhaps only at the end of the journey can we know her true story!"

Zhong Li.

So, let Liyue be a part of her journey, and perhaps when she returns to the sea of stars at the end of her journey, the history of Liyue will be recorded outside the sea of stars.

"Daoyi!"

"Huh?"

"Wait for that traveler to come to Liyue, don't reveal my identity!"

"Oh~"