Genshin Impact: The Sage's Disciple Doesn't Want Fame

“Zhongli, I want to build the new city on the site of the former Guiliji.”

"...Why?"

"Since Morax has made me mayor, I don't want to disappoint him. I heard that Guiliji was established by Morax and his old comrade-in-arms (old flame). If Guiliji reappears in the world one day, they will be very happy."

"I think Morax will be happy."

The child has finally grown up.

Having raised the children of his two old friends to become the Crown Prince of Liyue, Zhongli could say he had a clear conscience. He was truly not good at raising children and did not want to interfere with Ji Ming's growth trajectory.

Now, feeling Ji Ming's sincerity, Zhong Li was somewhat dazed. This child had been wandering alone for so long, yet he could still retain his sincere heart. He was indeed a qualified candidate for emperor.

In short, Zhongli was very happy.

Chapter 147 Preparations for the Lantern Festival (Total 4000 words)

"Amin's handwriting is so ugly!"

"You can't blame me. I didn't attend a private school when I was a child, so how could I have had the opportunity to practice calligraphy?"

“Then let’s start practicing now. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. I believe that Amin will definitely become a calligraphy master.”

"Unrealistic delusions."

The bickering and arguing between childhood sweethearts is a common sight as the Lantern Festival approaches, and even Grandpa Zhongli has gotten used to it.

The Lantern Festival is the most familiar New Year and Spring Festival for the people of Liyue. Who would refuse a festival for family reunion?

Even Ji Ming hoped to spend the Lantern Festival with his loved ones, such as his lonely master and senior sister Shen He who lived in seclusion in the suburbs, his neighbors at Feiyunpo and Chihuyan, the cat carver and senior sister Gan Yu at Yujingtai, and his sworn brothers.

There's still some time before the Lantern Festival, so there's no need to rush to send out invitations. We're in the preparation stage now, so it's best to write a few New Year couplets to make it feel more like Chinese New Year.

As the actual owner of the courtyard house, Ji Ming still needed to personally take charge of things like writing New Year couplets.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

It's obvious that Ji Ming made a fortune.

If Ji Ming were to write with a pen, his handwriting would be passable, but forcing him to write with a brush would be putting him in a very difficult position.

A person with high emotional intelligence has elegant handwriting that resembles that of ancient masters.

The low emotional intelligence of the speaker led Bai Tang to scribble with a brush in her mouth, yet the characters she wrote were still better than those written by Ji Ming.

Hu Tao watched from the sidelines, clapping her hands and mocking, "Little Ji, you're not good at this either."

Ji Ming raised an eyebrow and presented the calligraphy brush: "Stop talking big, if you're so good, then you do it."

"Come on then, my writing will definitely be better than yours."

Xiangling lay on the desk, giggling foolishly, with no intention of stopping her; she just wanted to watch the show.

Grandpa Zhongli silently sipped his tea, glanced over, but still didn't say anything.

Hu Tao and Ji Ming, two rookies, are pecking at each other. Big brother, don't laugh at second brother.

"Tao, you'd better not try to be brave."

Hu Tao blushed, revealing her little tiger teeth: "I wasn't showing off, my writing is better than yours, right?"

Ji Ming suppressed a laugh: "You're so bad you're practically picking your toes."

Enraged, Young Master Hu lunged forward with a howl, trying to bite Ji Ming, filling the entire courtyard with a joyful atmosphere.

Sugar squatted at Xiangling's feet, looking at the two natural enemies with a look of disdain. Even it wouldn't bite people randomly. Did these two idiots like this kind of mood?

After a little fuss, Ji Ming pinched Hu Tao's little face and said, "Writing calligraphy should be left to Zhong Li. I'm really not suited for calligraphy."

Zhongli did not refuse, took the brush, and said calmly, "Young friend, you should practice calligraphy more often in the future, as it will greatly benefit your self-cultivation."

"I don't have that kind of patience. I just need to learn how to write with a pen. Calligraphy and such are not suitable for me."

Ji Ming had a clear idea of ​​his role: to become the new generation's mascot. He didn't have the ability to manage two countries at once, so he simply adopted a laissez-faire approach.

Of course, Mondstadt can remain as it is, but Liyue must undergo radical reforms. Starting with the re-establishment of Guili Village, Ji Ming already has a grand blueprint for the city's development in mind.

Poke, poke, poke...

Whose child is this... Oh, it's the little cook. Well, it's alright then. Let Xiangling poke if she likes. It won't hurt her to poke.

But it really does itch; Ji Ming is most afraid of people poking the ticklish spot on his waist.

"Heroine, please have mercy."

Xiangling chuckled, "I hadn't noticed before, but Ah Ming actually has ticklish spots."

Ji Ming was a little embarrassed: "Now that you've discovered it, you're starting to poke at it nonstop?"

I never noticed before that the little cook has a cunning side. Sometimes she even likes to bully him. Has she finally let loose? It's quite an adorable contrast.

"How does Amin plan to spend the Lantern Festival?"

"Just live like this."

"Like a salted fish?"

Ji Ming looked completely bewildered: "Xiangling, where did you learn that word?"

Xiangling put her hands on her hips proudly: "Sister Dudu taught me this. She said that Amin looks like a half-dead salted fish. Occasionally he'll be full of energy and turn over, but the rest of the time he'll turn back into a salted fish."

Well, I never expected that Sister Dudu, with her thick eyebrows and big eyes, would secretly call someone a salted fish. But that description is quite accurate.

That's right, Grandpa Ji Ming is a lazy bum who usually likes to lie down and do nothing.

Ji Ming stretched and said, "Probably. That's how it is during the Spring Festival, isn't it? Anyway, it's going to snow heavily this year, so I might as well crawl into bed and stay there all day."

Of course, the hot spring in the backyard is also a good choice. If you have time, you can trick the cat into coming over to play. Senior Sister Gan Yu is very smart and probably won't fall for it easily, but she will spoil him a lot.

What? You're asking why we don't call it Walnut?

The sect leader is sacred; how could anyone covet her body? A saint's body is filled with holy light, leaving no room for desire.

"And what about your job as mayor?"

"No rush, let's talk about it after the Lantern Festival."

Xiangling looked suspicious: "Amin's expression is so wicked, is he thinking about something bad?"

Ji Ming didn't hide anything: "Yes, I want to see Xiangling in a swimsuit. There's a hot spring in the backyard, how about we go soak in it together in a few days?"

"Oh, but I don't have a swimsuit?"

"It's okay, we can go shopping together sometime."

"So it's settled then?"

Xiangling blushed slightly, as it sounded somewhat unreserved to have her childhood sweetheart accompany her to buy a swimsuit.

On second thought, we used to sleep together on the same blanket and I touched your abs more than ten times. We should be considered an old married couple, right?

Besides, it's nice to soak in a hot spring together. I can openly look at his abs. It's a treat from my childhood sweetheart. Why not take advantage of it?

Hehe, that's one of Amin's wise sayings.

Grandpa Zhongli held the teacup, his hands trembling slightly. "Are there so many ways for young people to have fun these days?"

Should I give my master a helping hand? Never mind, the master was still practicing calligraphy, completely oblivious to what the childhood sweethearts behind him were saying.

If the sect leader heard this, he might blush on the spot and then pounce on the young friend to teach him a lesson with his little tiger teeth.

It wasn't because he secretly went to the hot springs without her knowing, but because, out of her sight, he secretly made a move on Miss Xiangling of Wanmintang.

Forget it, let the young people worry about their own love affairs. Old Master Zhongli is only concerned about whether Ji Ming can successfully inherit the throne of Emperor Yan.

If there is already a divine heart in one's heart, can there be room for another divine heart?

If you can't make up your mind, take some time to try it out.

"Brother Ji Ming, someone is looking for you."

Butler Lao Meng ran over to give a heads-up, and then rushed back to the Hu family mansion, as he was busy setting up the lantern festival at the mansion.

For Wangshengtang, which operates in the funeral industry, the festive Lantern Festival is undoubtedly the best way to dispel bad luck. Even if Hu Tao doesn't value it, Lao Meng, as the housekeeper, has to.

Ji Ming was a little curious, so he ran out of the courtyard and saw that it was Ke Maomao and Senior Sister Gan Yu who had come together.

No, these two aren't exactly on very good terms, are they? They're great colleagues, but not really friends. Aside from work hours, Ji Ming has never seen them together.

"Senior Sister Gan Yu, it's been so long! I've missed you so much."

He went straight to the point the moment we met, confirming it was that rascal who had always harbored ill intentions towards his senior sister.

Ke Qing was a little annoyed: "What about me?"

Ji Ming replied perfunctorily, "Mmm, I've missed you terribly these past two days."

You bastard, I'll bite you to death!

Gan Yu smiled: "Junior Brother Ji Ming, it's been a long time. Don't tease Lady Ke Qing on the street, or you'll only bother her."

It's been a few months, and Junior Brother Ji Ming has grown a bit taller again? It's probably psychological; the young man in front of me has long passed puberty, so there's no reason for him to continue growing taller.

It should be more reliable now, right? Gan Yu could tell that Ji Ming's strength had increased. She didn't sense much immortal power on him, but she could sense a lot of power belonging to the demon god.

This power is also present in the Rock King Emperor.