I write novels in Liyue

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P.S.: I got a guaranteed win... I'm so sad...

Volume 1: Chapter 439 (Combined with Chapter 438)

The applause at Heyu Teahouse was thunderous, and the discussions were endless.

The second floor.

"What a show!"

Amidst his astonishment, Uncle Tian wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, then looked at Zhongli sitting beside him and asked, "Mr. Zhongli, what do you think?"

"This trip was worthwhile."

Zhongli withdrew his gaze from Guoba, looked up at the starry sky, his eyes deep and thoughtful. After a moment of silence, he gave his answer, saying, "Heroes deserve to be remembered."

He has lived in the mortal world for over six thousand years, so five hundred years is not a long time for him.

However, as Fang Qiu and Yun Jin said in the play, for the people of Liyue, the land beneath their feet has changed time and space.

Things have changed, people have changed, and landscapes have shifted.

Only this starry sky remains unchanged from back then...

Along the way, those who burned themselves out for Liyue have gradually been forgotten.

Even the Rock God himself, who should remember them, is gradually losing his memories due to wear and tear.

"Yes, they should not be forgotten, and they cannot be forgotten."

Uncle Tian nodded and said.

"Passing on the torch and keeping virtue alive—that is what makes Liyue Liyue."

Zhong Li said, "And Fang Qiu and Mr. Yun are putting this into practice."

"The torch is passed on, and virtue will never die..."

Uncle Tian was stunned for a while before nodding and looking down at Fang Qiu, who was comforting his companion, with even greater satisfaction in his eyes.

In his view.

In the Liyue Seven Stars, while ability is certainly important, virtue is equally important.

When abilities are roughly equal, moral character becomes the most important criterion for judgment.

After Fang Qiu went to the Layered Rock Abyss, he collaborated with Yun Jin to create this play promoting the Thousand Rock Army.

At least in Fang Qiu's heart, he deeply respected those martyrs who sacrificed for the country.

He looked at Fang Qiu and became more and more pleased with her.

I still have some time. If I can nurture Fang Qiu, she will surely achieve great things in the future.

Seeing that Uncle Tian was deep in thought, Zhong Li looked at the pavilion not far away.

From the pavilion, Xiao also cast his gaze.

After bowing, Xiao left.

The other three immortals also bowed to Zhongli, then transformed into a gentle breeze and disappeared from the spot.

On the field.

Amidst enthusiastic applause, Yun Jin gracefully bowed and then stepped down from the stage.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Yun Jin also came out from backstage.

"Yun Jin".

Paimon waved.

Good evening, everyone.

Yun Jin smiled and waved.

"The performance just now was so amazing, I even cried."

Paimon said.

"It's all thanks to Miss Fang Qiu."

Yun Jin smiled and said.

"I knew it was you who stabbed him!"

Paimon crossed his arms and looked at Fang Qiu, his eyes red and his face full of resentment, and said.

"I'm just telling everyone the story of the Abyss of the Rocks; their stories shouldn't be forgotten."

Fang Qiu said, "After all, Liyue is a kingdom that walks with the gods, which means that the history of Liyue is not only the history of gods and immortals, but also the history of humans."

"Paimon, may heroes of the world never be strangers."

Ying said, "In Fang Qiu's view, the heroes' demise must be that they are forgotten by the people they protected."

"Yes."

Fang Qiu nodded, gazing at the dazzling starry sky with a profound look in his eyes, and said, "The moment a person truly dies is the moment when the last person in the world forgets his existence. Even gods are no exception. Although the Emperor has passed away, he will live forever in our hearts. But the day when everyone in the world forgets the Emperor, then the Emperor will truly be dead."

That's why those people in their past lives didn't fight for one lifetime but for hundreds, even thousands of lifetimes of fame.

"Oh? Another brand new theory about life and death? Forgetting? Interesting."

Hu Tao's eyes lit up, and she said.

Upon hearing Fang Qiu's words, Ying and Xiang Ling instinctively turned their gazes toward the rice crust.

"Lulu lulu?"

Guoba tilted its head.

"Hmm... alright then... I'm convinced, I'll let you off this time..."

Paimon was thus persuaded.

Although Fang Qiu's example seems inappropriate.

After all, Zhongli is still alive and kicking in the Hall of Rebirth...

Moreover, he just saved Xiao today...

It would be a perfect fit for rice crackers.

Mark Hughes, the devil of the hearth.

In order for the people of Liyue to live and work in peace, he infused his power into the earth. From then on, his intellect diminished, and he became Guoba (a type of rice crust).

His name has already been gradually forgotten by people...

When the story of Guoba is incorporated, Fang Qiu's words take on considerable weight.

Fortunately, there are still quite a few people in Liyue who remember Guoba.

Ok……

However, upon closer reflection, it seems that what Fang Qiu said makes sense.

After all, the Emperor of Liyue is indeed dead.

Now only Zhongli in the Hall of Rebirth remains.

Although they are the same person, their identities are no longer the same.

Zhongli is Zhongli, and the Emperor is the Emperor.

"Let's go, to celebrate the successful conclusion of Yun Jin's new play, shall we go out for a nice meal?"

Fang Qiu smiled and said.

In her past life, she received royalties, albeit meager ones, but they added a touch of ritual to her life.

That means having a good meal.

She remembers the first time she received a payment for her writing. Although it was a small amount, she gritted her teeth and spent a huge sum of thirty yuan to buy a roast duck to treat herself.

They ate with great relish.

Moreover, the quantity was large enough for her to eat two meals a day.

However, she never bought from that store again after it raised the price to thirty-seven.

Poverty limited her celebrations.

Even if she stops writing books in this life, the money she invested in Ningguang is enough for her to live comfortably every day, with a large surplus.

So, it's your treat!

"Yay! Let's go to Wanmintang! I want to eat boiled black-backed bass, tender and spicy chicken, and also Mora meat!"

Paimon immediately said.

"Sure, you can eat whatever you want."

Fang Qiu smiled and nodded.

"Let's go, Guoba, let's show them what we've got today!"

Xiangling rolled up her sleeves and stood up excitedly.

"Rumble rumble!"

Guoba also mimed rolling up his sleeves.

So, led by Xiangling, they walked downstairs.

However, as soon as they went downstairs, they saw Araki Ichito squatting not far away, loitering in the street.

"Hey, it's the cowherd, and Ah Ren too? What are you doing here?"