I write novels in Liyue

He wanted to rush down to find her.

However, he was stopped, told that it was too dangerous down there, and that an ordinary person like him would surely die if he went down then.

So he hesitated...

At this point, the other person paused.

"Oh, I see... Brother... If I have any wine on hand, I'll definitely buy you a drink."

The man's eyes were filled with remorse.

"Need not……"

The other person shook their head and said, "Just enjoy the movie, the ending is really sweet."

"Ah."

The man nodded firmly.

Just as he was feeling sorry for the other person's plight, a sweet-looking woman took his arm from behind.

"My lord, let's go to Wanmintang for lunch. I want to eat the dishes made by Miss Xiangling."

"can."

The man was completely dumbfounded when he saw this. He subconsciously asked, "Brother, what's going on?"

"Oh, I forgot to mention, she wasn't working at the bottom of the Abyss of Layered Rocks at the time. If I had gone down there, we would have been separated forever. Luckily, the Thousand Rock Army stopped me. Just as I hesitated for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, intending to muster up the courage to secretly go down and save her, she appeared."

"What kind of painful memory is this?"

"You almost died at the bottom of the abyss of towering rocks because of a momentary lapse in judgment, wasn't that painful enough?"

"I thought you were in pain because you didn't have the courage to save your loved one back then... Forget it, take my blessings and get lost. Damn it, I haven't even started watching and I've already been shown off my love... I probably won't be able to sleep tonight."

Their conversation was just one example. When the first group of viewers came out, many people asked them about whether the plot was angsty or not.

The answer was unanimously: It's not diced, it's super sweet, as sweet as milk tea with dumplings.

But the other party's reaction was invariably disbelief.

After all, one person's eyes turned red after watching it, and they forced a smile and said it wasn't sweet.

Anyone with a brain wouldn't believe it.

For a moment, Fang Qiu was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

These people, even if they answer, don't believe it, so why ask in the first place...?

It must be said that the newly built street has become much more prosperous thanks to the influence of the photo studios.

It was only morning, but the business was already packed.

The entire street was packed with people.

They walked toward a rice house that sold candied apples.

After they left.

Zhong Li also came out of the photo studio. He glanced at the backs of the hall master and the others, and then looked away.

He also watched "The Rebellion," but he watched it in the highest-class box and did not watch it with them.

"It's less about desire and more about love... love?"

Zhongli looked at the sky, his gaze slightly darkened, and murmured to himself.

Homura Akemi finally asked Madoka a question: Which is more important, order or desire?

Back then, I asked myself that question countless times.

Which is more important, order or desire?

At that time, he chose the former without hesitation.

After all, he carries the weight of the entire Liyue on his shoulders...

The people of Liyue were also his beloved subjects.

Therefore, one by one, his cherished companions left and died...

Ruoduo, Guizhong, the Dharma Protector Yaksha, and a group of immortals.

Along the way, we've lost everything.

Now, I have relinquished my responsibilities and entrusted Liyue to the people.

He is no longer Morax the Rock God, but Zhongli.

that……

How should one choose between these two options?

He didn't seem to have thought about it either.

Fang Qiu is quite interesting; he always manages to come up with questions that even he would ponder.

Just as he was about to find a place to have a good cup of tea and think about this problem, an old man walked over.

This old man is the same old man who usually sets up a stall.

"young people."

He patted Zhongli on the shoulder.

"Um...sir, is there something you need?"

Zhong Li was slightly taken aback, then replied politely.

"You looked so sad when you talked about love just now. You must be heartbroken. Let me give you some advice: just let things take their course. Some things, as long as you're not so attached to them, you can let go. It's like that story that little girl with white hair and red eyes told someone about someone asking a deity how to let go of the person they love. When it hurts, you can let go."

"Thank you for your guidance, sir."

Zhongli was speechless for a moment.

All I could do was thank you and leave.

The old man watched Zhongli's departing figure, a smile playing on his lips.

Although I was utterly defeated in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and card games, I have won far more in terms of life experience.

Speaking of which, the story told by the white-haired little girl involved a man who later asked the deity about the cup. He eventually received the cup from a girl he liked, and even after burning his hands, he still held onto it...

That's ruthless.

The conversation between Zhongli and the old man was overheard by the three True Lords sitting in the audience on the first floor.

They stared at the old man, speechless for a long time.

They wandered the streets for a long time, until noon, before finally making their way to Wanmintang.

Xiangling and Master Mao personally cooked a sumptuous lunch for them.

Paimon forgave Fang Qiu only after he had eaten until his stomach was bulging.

During the conversation, they also inquired about Fang Qiu's new work.

After all, his new work would be released soon, so Fang Qiu naturally had nothing to keep secret.

After learning that the new book was set in Liyue, Yun Jin raised a question.

The question is whether the work focuses on mortals or immortals.

"This new work is about gods and mortals traveling together."

In response to Yun Jin's question, Fang Qiu replied.

"Gods and mortals traveling together, like in Liyue?"

Yun Jin's eyes lit up slightly.

Everyone became interested.

"Uh...more or less."

Fang Qiu nodded, feeling both amused and exasperated.

When she said "colleagues," she meant "colleagues" literally.

It refers to Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and the White Dragon Horse, four immortals... well... they should be considered immortals, and the story of Tang Sanzang, a mortal, going to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures...

Together, walking side by side...

But to be honest, it could be said that gods, immortals, Buddhas, humans, ghosts, demons and monsters coexist in the human world.

I guess I could be considered one of their colleagues?

Unfortunately.

The immortals in Journey to the West are not like the immortals led by the Emperor who love the world.

Even without the dark conspiracy theories, such as burying the baby boys from the Kingdom of Women under the ginseng fruit tree.

However, there was also a case where the Jade Emperor caused a county to suffer from drought year after year over a trivial matter. The fire broke the lock, and rain only came after the dog had finished pecking at the rice and licking the flour.

As for those who starve to death or die from sunburn, the gods don't care.

There's also the saying, "The Lion Camel Ridge stretches for 800 li, littered with corpses, and piles of bones piled up like mountains."

The gods don't care about any of this.

In their eyes, there is only incense offerings and the tradition.

Speaking of this, Fang Qiu suddenly didn't feel like eating anymore...

It's not because that world is too cruel.

I just happened to think that writing these things reflects some aspects of reality.

Hopefully, Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhen Jun and the others won't misunderstand and think I'm writing something to criticize them.

If there's a misunderstanding, even if I explain that it's to show the True Lord how good they are to the world through contrast, running several kilometers would probably be unavoidable...

It's a little numb...

They chatted and ate the food.

After finishing their meal, everyone dispersed.