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Chapter 106 Zhiyi Goes to Xumi

Little Lucky Grass King?!

Zhiyi was stunned. He thought that he was going to investigate the Liyue traitor who had fled to Xumi, but he didn't expect that he was going to investigate the gods of Xumi. Could the Liyue leaders really trust him to entrust such a matter of investigating gods?
"Here is your mission fund. There will be a caravan heading to Xumi tonight. They will be waiting for you at the entrance of Liyue Harbor. I have already arranged everything for you. You can just follow the caravan directly to Xumi."

"Let's go, you don't have much time left, there are two people waiting for you outside."

After saying that, Ye Lan disappeared in front of Zhiyi. She heard clearly what Zhang San said in the prison just now. She needed to find Zhang San to learn more about the monster riot two years ago.

"Two people?"

Zhiyi muttered to himself, pushed the door and walked out. He was already very happy to have someone come to see him at this time, and with two people coming at once, Zhiyi had a very strange feeling, as if he was no longer a lonely boat drifting in the sea, but a wanderer with concerns in his heart.

This feeling is not bad.

After tidying up his messy hair, Zhiyi looked at the first person waiting for him with a smile on his face. At the corner of the stairs, Ruojin was eating Mora meat in big mouthfuls. Seeing Zhiyi coming out, Ruojin handed the Mora meat in his hand to Zhiyi.

"You must be hungry. Eat it while it's hot. It's just out of the pot."

"Oh, I won't eat Mora meat without pickles."

"You are the only one who has many things to do."

He took out a big bag of pickles and threw it to Zhiyi. The two of them didn't say anything else. The sound of the two people eating echoed in the empty staircase. Zhiyi didn't even want to eat a single bite of the pickles from beginning to end.

"Zhiyi, have you decided to go to Xumi?"

"Well, I'm the only one who can do this kind of thing. After all, you don't look like a scholar. If you go to Xumi, you'll be exposed immediately."

Zhiyi, who was in a good mood, made a rare joke with Ruojin, but in this joke, Zhiyi revealed his true feelings. Having known Ruojin for many years, he always felt that Ruojin would be a hero, a hero standing in the light.

There was a time when he was jealous of Ruojin's background. Now thinking back on it, it was really funny how he felt at that time. What could be more precious than a friend who was sincere to him? Fortunately, it was not too late for him to realize this now.

"Hey, hey, hey, I've read a lot of books, so why don't I look like a scholar?"

After rolling his eyes at Zhiyi, Ruojin refuted Zhiyi's words and the two fell into silence again. Perhaps it was because neither of them was good at saying goodbye, or perhaps they were both reluctant to leave, and they didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Zhiyi, aren't you a scholar? Shouldn't you say something to bless me at this time?"

"??? It should be you who bless me now."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Ruojin retreated to the side of the stairs. Zhiyi knew that his farewell to Ruojin was over, and now he should go to meet the man who was like a mentor to him.

"Zhiyi, come back alive. I'm still waiting for you to become a Tianshu star so that I can have your banquet."

"Don't worry, I won't die outside without eating at your wedding banquet."

The moonlight shone onto Zhiyi through the narrow window in the prison. Looking at Zhiyi's back in the moonlight, Ruo Jin couldn't help feeling sad. Only some high-ranking officials in Liyue knew about Zhiyi's mission to go to Xumi this time. This meant that if Zhiyi encountered an accident in Xumi, his deeds could not even be circulated in Liyue, but could only be sealed in the archives along with dust.

Walking up the stairs towards the exit, an old figure was standing at the exit. Under the moonlight, Zhiyi found that the figure who always taught him seemed a little hunched. Uncle Tian was still old. "Zhiyi is out, um, he looks pretty good."

"Uncle Tian, ​​I..."

"Needless to say, young people are full of energy, that's how it should be. When I was your age, I even thought I could pick the stars from the sky. Hahahaha, I was much more arrogant than you back then."

To Zhiyi's surprise, Uncle Tian did not blame him or lecture him. Instead, he laughed and affirmed his action. Zhiyi looked at Uncle Tian in disbelief. Uncle Tian helped Zhiyi smooth out the wrinkles on his clothes with a kind smile on his face.

"Zhiyi, when you go out, you must pay attention to safety. We should avoid going to the desert and rainforest if we can. It's good enough to stay in Xumi City."

"Also, I heard there's a place called the Death Zone in Xumi that's extremely dangerous, so don't go there to join in the fun."

"Don't be so frivolous. Listen carefully. This is all for your own good."

Zhiyi could not help but smile, as he had never heard Uncle Tian speak in such a way. Uncle Tian glared at Zhiyi, and Zhiyi immediately put away the smile on his face like a child who was caught after a prank. Uncle Tian at this moment did not seem like the Tianshu Star who wielded tremendous power. Instead, he was like an old father who was instructing his child who was about to travel far away, constantly imparting his experience to Zhiyi.

At this moment, Zhiyi did not feel a bit annoyed. Instead, a kind of warmth flowed through his heart. He had not experienced this feeling for a long time after his parents passed away.

"Uncle Tian, ​​it's getting late. I have to leave. You should take care of yourself."

Although Zhiyi hopes that time will pass slower and slower, he is not the devil of time. Time will not slow down because of his thoughts. When they have to part, Zhiyi's eyes are a little red. He admits that he doesn't want to leave Uncle Tian.

"Is it time? Let's go, be safe on the road, and write to me when you have time."

Finally, he patted Zhiyi on the shoulder and slowly turned around with his back to Zhiyi. As people get older, there are some things they cannot bear to watch. In this kind of parting scene, he was worried that he would ask Zhiyi to stay. Uncle Tian resisted the desire to watch Zhiyi leave and looked up at the moon.

The moonlight tonight seems particularly cold, and there is no warmth at all when it shines on people.

Looking at Uncle Tian's slightly thin back, Zhiyi did not leave immediately. The scenes of Uncle Tian's care for him over the years appeared in his mind. As if he had made up his mind, Zhiyi knelt down and kowtowed three times to Uncle Tian's back.

"Uncle Tian, ​​I'm leaving now. I'll go fishing with you when I come back."

Zhiyi gritted his teeth and ran towards the entrance of Liyue Harbor without looking back. He knew that if he looked back, he was not sure whether he would change his mind.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes, Uncle Tian still maintained the same posture. When Ye Lan, who was preparing to go to Wanmin Hall for a midnight snack after learning what had happened at Zhang San's place, saw that there seemed to be two tear marks on Uncle Tian's face, she said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Uncle Tian, ​​if you are reluctant, you can call Zhiyi back."

"No, it's just that the wind is too strong tonight and the sand is blowing into my eyes."

Uncle Tian rubbed his eyes and ignored Ye Lan's teasing. He suddenly thought of something just now. When he was young, he had the honor of hearing an old man with a fairy-like charm talk about a fate called Tianju. The fate of Tianju might be a gift or a curse. People with this fate have been set up by God since they were born.

This person will possess a charm that does not belong to his age group, and the price he pays is that he will definitely have all the misfortunes of his age group. Those who can break the impasse can achieve great things, while those who cannot will either go astray or die in depression.

Now Uncle Tian thought of Zhiyi. Looking at Zhiyi's fate, isn't this the so-called destiny? Zhiyi, one of the young people he is most optimistic about, has your destiny been broken by you?

(End of this chapter)