Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

"...I can't afford expensive things, senior brother."

Floating House Road.

"Let's go, I'll pay the bill." She took Fushe's hand and walked towards the bustling world. She seemed to have everything, thinking she had observed carefully and understood time, but in reality, it was just wishful thinking.

Fireworks are fragile, and Gan Yu was unaware that this was the last New Year her senior brother would spend with her.

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"The first move of the Xuan-level martial art 'Seven-Colored Sunshine' is the first section of the 'Extending Divine Skill.' The moves are simple yet profound, eliminating all unnecessary complexity. Its name is 'One'."

Qiqi opened her eyes wide, feeling impressed.

"one!"

Nuoyan looked solemn.

He slightly bent his knees, crossed his left hand over his body with his elbow slightly bent, fixed his right hand on his left elbow, and then brought his left arm towards his body until he felt the muscles in his shoulder tighten.

The little girl, Qiqi, also became serious. She reached her short left hand across her body and tried very hard to hook her right elbow, looking very earnest and forceful.

"very good."

Nuoyan said seriously, "The second move of the divine skill, the move name: 'Two'."

He turned his body to the other side and repeated the operation, only this time he switched the movements of his left and right hands. "Two!"

"two!"

Qiqi hurriedly followed along, looking very anxious, and called out to Nuoyan in her childish voice:

"two!"

"You have just begun to grasp the basics of this divine skill. Now, mobilize your innate energy and follow me to circulate the technique several times until you have mastered it. Note that you need to adjust your breathing rhythm, adjust your 'qi,' and adjust the rhythm of its circulation."

Nuoyan said with a serious expression.

"Mobilize your innate energy and circulate the exercise several more times." This sounds incredibly sophisticated and demonstrates high emotional intelligence. A less sophisticated approach would be simply repeating morning exercises a few times for the school leaders to see.

"Adjusting breathing rhythm" actually means doing exercises in unison according to the rhythm given by the school leaders: "one, two, one, two, one, two!"

Little Qiqi had no doubts. Listening to Nuoyan's words, she adjusted her breathing rhythm and circulated the first form of the Seven-Colored Sunshine technique several more times.

"one."

"two."

"One, two, one, two, one, two..."

Today is the second day of the new year.

From New Year's Eve to the Lantern Festival (the fifteenth day of the first lunar month), it can all be considered the New Year.

The morning air is fresh and clean, and the sunshine is bright and warm; it's the best time of day.

It was early morning, and the earth was bathed in the soft light of dawn. An old man and a little man were earnestly doing their morning exercises in Liyue Square. The scene was quite harmonious and interesting.

You should exercise in the morning, you should do morning exercises.

This is an essential part of Qing Nuoyan's "Happy and Carefree Life Plan," which emphasizes living life earnestly and taking the little things in life seriously.

This is what Yan taught Qiqi.

Ying, resting her chin on her hand, sat on a bench not far away, staring idly at the two zongzi, one old and one young.

Paimon watched intently, hands on her hips, looking indignant, muttering, "That wretched bastard! He has such a divine skill, yet he won't pass it on to Paimon! He must be afraid of Paimon's extraordinary talent and is wary of Paimon's genius!"

Her eyes widened, her ears perked up, and she listened intently, hoping to learn a few tricks from them.

That idiot Paimon actually took it seriously.

Ying shook her head helplessly.

She was slightly...

The boy wore a thin shirt, which clung to his collarbone with sweat. His long, slender hair was also damp. His fair skin shone in the bright morning light, his eyes were as warm as ink, and his demeanor was dignified...

This old rice dumpling looks even better after its rebirth?

Ying suddenly realized this fact.

Is it because his body is made of the jewel from Cape Oathmori...?

Just then, the morning exercises over there ended, and Nuoyan turned around and met Ying's gaze.

The auricles of the ears were slightly red.

She shook her head, clearing her mind of the jumbled thoughts, stood up, picked up the towels she always carried, one large and one small, handed the large one to Nuoyan, and the small one to Qiqi.

She kept nagging the boy, "Make sure your hair is clean, don't catch a cold... it's time for breakfast soon."

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Note 1: The element of the original work, Fushe, is thunder.

Note 2: The original novel did not give a specific time for the war between immortals and demons, so Sigu set it to be one hundred years after the war between demons and gods.

Note 3: Oh my god, Omega, I'm not done with you yet!

Volume 1: Chapter 75 Wanting to Buy Osmanthus Flowers and Share Wine (Chapter 2.5)

[Remaining lifespan: one year]

A thin layer of snow had accumulated on the windowsill, and a shallow snow line flowed along the bluestone wall all the way to the window frame. The spring breeze brought warmth to the New Year's wine, and another year had passed.

For the people of Liyue, this is a new year, a time of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. The end of one year is followed by a new one, filled with hope and anticipation. But for Fushe, this is only the last year.

When was the last time we celebrated Chinese New Year?

Fu She still remembers it was with his junior sister.

Was it four years ago...?

Fu She stared at the light snow on the window frame, somewhat lost in thought.

He looked very young and healthy. He didn't cough or feel tired, and his energy was like that of a young man—after all, nearly seventy years of life had been compressed into just a few years.

"Big brother."

Call out softly.

Fu She raised his eyes and saw Ying Da dressed in a light red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a pure white scarf around her neck. Her delicate white hands were held to her lips, and she breathed warm, moist air into them. "Happy New Year."

“Happy New Year…” he said.

The hot wine burning on the stove emitted a faint aroma and rose in thick steam. Fu She poured himself a full cup of hot wine, drank it all in one gulp, and felt a warm sensation spread through his body as the wine went down his throat.

"This wine tastes quite good," Fu She exclaimed. "Let's drink another big cup."

"Big brother's alcohol tolerance is still so good!" Yingda, the little sister, exclaimed in admiration. The wine that Fushe drank was not ordinary wine, but a celestial wine brewed by immortals, called "Immortal's Intoxication." As the name suggests, even immortals could get drunk from it.

An ordinary martial artist would be completely drunk after just one drop.

The eldest brother hasn't changed much; his alcohol tolerance is just as good as it was in his youth. Yingda was very happy about this discovery.

Or rather, peace of mind.

His eyes were still as bright as they had been in his prime, the purple-brown color of his eyes clear and deep, like a clear pool under a lush spring. His breathing was steady and regular, and his heart was beating strongly—all of this indicated that he was very healthy.

Human lifespan can never match that of celestial beasts, but my elder brother has been getting younger and younger over the years. People often say "black hair in the morning turns to snow by evening," but my elder brother is the opposite; the older he gets, the more vibrant he becomes.

Every year when I come to see my elder brother, he looks the same.

"Big brother."

Just in case, she still asked, "How have you been feeling lately...?"

"Very good."

Fushe tapped the table, making a thumping sound. He joked proudly, "I can still live for hundreds of years—maybe I'll live longer than you, and you'll go before me, haha, then I'll go burn paper money for you."

When he said this, his eyes were very serious.

Hearing this, Yingda, the little girl, was indignant. For some reason, she felt a surge of competitive spirit and started joking like Fushe. She muttered, "You old geezer, it's Yingda who should be burning paper money for you in the future!"

"Then you'll have to burn a lot more."

Fu She chuckled and said, "I need the money to buy liquor."

"All you do is drink. I'm not going to burn any more for you."

"If you don't give me money, I'll haunt you in my dreams and become a vengeful ghost!"

He's using those kinds of threats to scare himself, like when he was a kid. His older brother often threatened him with things like, "You're such a picky eater, you've made me so angry I'll haunt you as a ghost!"

That scared her so much that she cried loudly and had no choice but to eat properly.

They're still using this lie now.

"I'm ignoring you. The fireworks are about to start in Liyue Harbor, so I have to go now."

Yingda stood up, patted her skirt, and before leaving, made a face at Fushe, "Big brother, aren't you really coming down the mountain...? Let's all celebrate together..."

“I’m in seclusion. Do you understand what seclusion is?” Fu She tapped the edge of the table, making a soft, resonant sound. “You are not allowed to come down the mountain during your seclusion.”

"You've been in seclusion for years. It's time to go out and relax."

Yingda said helplessly, but she didn't say anything more.

After all, the concept of time for immortals is different from that of mortals. A few years is not a long time. Hundreds of years have passed, so a few years is just a fleeting moment. It is very normal for immortals to go into seclusion for a few years to cultivate immortal techniques.

With your brother being so young and handsome, there won't be any problem.

"I'll be very content as long as you come to visit me every month," Fu She said with a smile.

"Then I'll come visit you again next month, brother."

She waved and walked away, her light steps barely touching the soft snow, almost skipping.

The firewood in the stove crackled and popped as it burned; the snow had been falling for quite some time.

Fu She kept his eyes slightly closed, and only slowly opened them after Ying Da had completely left.