I write novels in Liyue

In his opinion, the plot of "Chinese Paladin 2" even surpasses that of "Chinese Paladin 1" by a considerable margin.

Although Fang Qiu is writing Yun Tianhe's story, she is actually writing about the lives of the people she meets along the way from Yun Tianhe's perspective.

Beneath the Nulu Rock, humans and demons stand in opposition.

In the tomb, the price to pay for the pursuit of immortality.

Quanzhou, the poignant love story of Qin Ji and Jiang Shi, a tale worthy of song and lament, reminds us to cherish the present.

In Jimo, the scholar and the silly girl's love lasts through countless lifetimes, until death do them part.

The cruel reality of becoming an immortal in Shenlong Cave.

Murong Ziying will keep his promise to the emperor for the rest of his life.

The kinship in the ghost realm, and the principles of reincarnation.

Each storyline tells a different life story and teaches a different lesson.

It is equally moving.

These life lessons and principles are all adding color to Yun Tianhe, who is like a blank sheet of paper.

Having experienced everything, Yun Tianhe looked back and recounted the words that Zhulong said to him after bestowing the curse of immortality upon him with the Breath of Zhulong.

"Having gone through everything, will you still be as carefree as you are now?"

Zhong Li closed the book, looked out at the night sky, and said, "Sometimes, living too long isn't necessarily a good thing."

The longer you live, the more you will experience loss.

The longer you live, the more you lose.

Outside the window, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the osmanthus tree was swaying softly.

There was a long silence.

With a sigh, Zhong Li placed "The Legend of Sword and Fairy 2" on the antique shelf, walked to the window, and looked out into the hall.

There was no one in front of the hall.

The fallen leaf circled in the air and landed on the stone railing. Then, a gust of wind blew it into the river, where it swirled around before drifting slowly downstream.

Hu Tao, who used to sit on the stone railing reading Fang Qiushu at this time, is nowhere to be seen.

The wind grew stronger.

The osmanthus tree in front of the hall rustled, its leaves falling like rain.

"The wind is so strong tonight. I wonder how that drunken poet is doing now."

Following the direction of the wind, Zhongli turned his gaze northward.

A gentle breeze swept past the window of Yuehaiting's office, carrying with it the soft whisper of Gan Yu, "I will keep this promise for life."

Bypassing the rolling mountains, gently caressing the glass pouches growing on the cliffs, and the Qiqi and Baizhu trees below looking up at the mountain walls.

Qiqi covered the talisman on her hat, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the talisman had not been blown off by the wind.

"Qiqi likes the cool breeze very much."

Then we entered the boundless Reed Island, where reeds fluttered in the wind and the reed stalks bent low.

On Dihua Isle, the Wangshu Inn stands tall.

The large trees growing on the boulder rustled in the wind.

A boy with dark green hair sat on the roof with his eyes closed, the wind ruffling the hem of his clothes and the strands of hair on his forehead.

He slightly opened his eyes, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, remained silent for a moment, and then looked down at the Wangshu Inn at his feet.

Have you guys read Fang Qiu's latest book?

"What new book?"

"Of course it's 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy 2'! I read the beginning, and it's so well-written! That feeling of entering the mortal world is just amazing."

"Hiss... I forgot about that. I have to hurry up and buy it. If I don't, my wife at home will beat me to death. She's a loyal fan of Fang Qiu's books."

"Your wife also likes Fang Qiu's books? It shouldn't be like that, given her taste. At the last gathering, your wife even introduced a book called 'Chen Qiu's Sword Collection' to everyone... but the content of that book was... well, let's just say it's hard to describe."

"Who is Fang Qiu? Is he famous?"

"Wow, bro, where did you come from? You don't even know Fang Qiu? That old rascal is one of the hottest people in Liyue Harbor right now. Even Yuheng Star and Gan Yu, the chief secretary of the Seven Stars of Liyue, love reading his books. Moreover, Ningguang of Tianquan even adapted his 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy 1' into a movie, which became a huge hit throughout Liyue. I couldn't even buy a movie ticket."

"Indeed, that guy is almost rivaling the fame of that opera star Yun Jin. It's just a pity that no one knows whether he's a man or a woman. If he were a beauty, he could definitely rival Mr. Yun Jin in fame."

"Forget about it. That guy is so ruthless. Even if it were a woman, let alone a beauty, I'd eat pig swill for three days."

"That's true. Although there's always been talk that Fang Qiu is a stunning white-haired beauty, anyone with a brain knows that's unlikely. What girl writes a book that's so ruthless? Apart from 'Your Name,' has she ever had a happy ending? And that was only after the two of them forgot each other... Every time I finish reading that old scoundrel's book, I feel depressed for a long time..."

"Fang Qiu?"

Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly. From what they were saying, they were saying that even the Seven Stars of Liyue liked to read that person's books?

However, he wasn't very interested.

He looked north with the wind in his direction.

The wind continued to sweep northward.

After leaving Liyue, we headed north.

The dandelions along the way are carried by the wind and drift away into the distance.

As the breeze swept through Qingquan Town, the Mushrooms swayed gently.

It swept across the clear waters of the lake, blew into Mondstadt, and finally landed on a boy who had been kicked out of the street by the bartender of the Angel's Gift Bar.

The boy was dressed as a green bard, wearing an elegant green hat adorned with Cecilia's signature Mondstadt ornaments. He wore a green cloak, and his long, slender legs were encased in delicate white stockings.

The boy had very delicate features, like a pretty girl, with two small braids of different colors on either side of his face.

At this moment, he was completely drunk, his pretty face flushed with an alluring rosy glow, and his bright green pupils were filled with a dazed look.

"Could I have another drink? The wind god will bless you."

He had just been kicked out and wanted to turn back into the store, but the bartender ruthlessly stopped him.

"You've already racked up a 30,000 Mora debt at the bar. Come back when you've earned enough Mora."

The bartender said, "Lord Barbatos, the god of wind, will not bless me just because I let a lazy drunkard have an extra glass of cider."

"Believe me, the wind god will protect you because of this."

The young man wanted to say something more, but the bartender ruthlessly rejected him.

Chapter 208 A Story of Resistance, Freedom, and Poetry (Part 2)

"Oh dear, how could this happen? Okay, okay, I'll go..."

Seeing the bartender's resolute attitude, Wendy could only sigh and stagger towards the street.

Seeing Wendy walk away, the bartender finally breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that the problem was finally solved.

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly frowned slightly.

There's something strange about this drunken bard.

In the past, if I chased him away, he would always linger at the tavern entrance for a long time.

Why did you leave so easily this time?

Moreover, the way he walks is strange...

Like...

However, before he could think further, a woman's voice came from inside the tavern behind him.

"Bartender, another one of Dark Night's Verdict."

"Okay, please come right away."

The bartender looked helplessly at Wendy, who had already run far away, and had no choice but to turn back.

The one who just spoke was that nun from the church, and she's no pushover. If you keep her waiting, you'll be in big trouble.

This nun, aside from paying money, is basically just as troublesome as Wendy.

Lord Barbatos, the god of wind, will not protect them...

Especially that nun, who is supposed to serve the god Barbatos, yet she behaves so recklessly and is often an alcoholic. She is completely incomparable to the gentle, kind, and dutiful Miss Barbara.

Lord Barbatos would be furious if he knew about this nun's character...

Besides, what gift from angels can compare to the judgment of the night...?

Headache.

I'll have to ask that troublesome nun...

So, the bartender helplessly rubbed his forehead and went back into the tavern.

When Wendy saw that the bartender didn't chase after them, a smug smile crept onto her lips.

He then reached behind his back with both hands and pulled out two full bottles of cider from under his green cloak.

"Luckily, I used the wind element to levitate the bottle inside the cloak, otherwise I would have been discovered. The free wind is really useful; other elements probably wouldn't work as well."

Wendy smiled, her dreamy eyes narrowing into slits. She then opened one of the bottles and took a sip directly from the bottle opening.

"It's really good, the taste is really good."

Wendy wiped her mouth with her sleeve, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "However, since I took two bottles of wine from Grandpa Lu, next time I sing at Angel's Gift... no, when I sing my new poems for the free drinkers for a fee, I'll only charge half price as compensation. If you think about it, I should be considered quite generous, right?"

"After all, I am one of the top bards in all of Teyvat, so it's normal for me to charge a high price, right? The ancient stories are repeated, the poets sing, the gods dwell in the mortal world, how many springs and autumns have passed in the human world."

Bathed in the deep night and a gentle breeze, Wendy's pretty face was flushed, her eyes were dreamy, and she swayed as she drank cider, reciting poetry as she walked towards the inn.

As I walked past the flower shop, the orange-red chrysanthemums in the flowerpots outside were turning gently in the wind. The blacksmith's furnace had been extinguished, and the Adventurers' Guild had closed its doors.

Mondstadt has fallen into slumber.

As he walked past the Cat's Tail Tavern, he saw a little girl emerge from it.

Her pink hair was tied up with a hair tie, and her cat ears would twitch from time to time.