After lunch, the two said goodbye to Mandrill.
It's still quite a long way from Huaguanglin, and it will be dark if we delay any longer in the afternoon.
"Bye, see you next time."
Watching the two people unfold the wings of wind and descend from the roof until they are getting further and further away, Mandrill brushed his face with one hand, and a terrifying Nuo face appeared on his face, and his figure slowly disappeared.
…
Liyue Harbor is bustling with people coming and going.
After listening to the play, Zhongli walked in Liyue. There was an endless stream of pedestrians on the road and the sounds of various hawkers could be heard.
He walked quietly, without any destination, and walked very slowly.
This is a recreational activity in his spare time. He likes to walk around Liyue and look at every plant, tree, flower and tree on this land.
The breeze blew across my cheeks, and the smell of food wafted in the air.
His eyes slowly swept across everything in Liyue Port. Whether it was the bricks on the ground, the tiles of the houses, or the overhanging cornices, every plant and tree here grew up under his witness. .
Thousands of years after thousands of years, he has protected this city and this country for countless years.
He watched the Hall of Purity from its inception to its inheritance to this day; he watched the seven stars change from generation to generation; he watched the familiar things in the past gradually be forgotten; he watched the objects in the past gradually weather; he watched old friends disappear one by one... ..
The wear and tear on his body increased as the years went by.
Will days like this continue?
What will happen in the future?
These questions would pop up in his mind whenever he walked around Liyue Port recently.
Maybe it was the changes brought about by people from outside the world, or maybe he remembered things from the past, or maybe he simply felt a little tired.
He walked slowly, as if he was blending in with the crowd, but also seemed to be detached from the crowd.
Suddenly, he felt a familiar sight.
A familiar figure appeared in the quiet alley and met his gaze.
He chuckled, frowned, and walked over slowly.
"Emperor." Mandrill lowered his head to show respect for the person in front of him.
"You rarely come to Liyue Port. Are you here to find me this time?" Zhongli could tell at a glance that Mandrill was here to find him.
This child would never enter Liyue Port if nothing happened.
"Yeah." Mandrill nodded slightly. He had doubts in his mind and needed to find the emperor to clear them up.
"Would you like to walk around Liyue Port with me?"
"No, I'm not suitable for going to crowded places." Mandrill shook his head gently.
The evil spirit in him is harmful to ordinary people and cannot be contaminated by ordinary people.
"As long as I'm here, it'll be okay."
Zhongli waved his hand, and a barrier separated the two from the surroundings.
"You haven't been to Liyue Port for a long time. Please come with me for a walk."
"good."
Two figures, one tall and one short, were walking in Liyue Port, but no one could see them.
They walked through the busy streets and passed by passers-by.
"The annual ceremony to invite immortals will begin soon." Mandrill spoke softly and asked an irrelevant question.
He paid little attention to human affairs, but during the annual invitation ceremony, the emperor would appear and guide Liyue's development throughout the year.
This has happened every year for thousands of years.
"Well, there's still one month left."
This time, it was Yuheng Xingqing who presided over the ceremony of inviting immortals.
Zhong Li didn't ask him if he had any questions. The two of them just walked and looked at the plants and trees in Liyue Harbor.
Since the Demon God War, Liyue has become more and more prosperous, and the lives of its people have become better and better. All of this is inseparable from the dedication of the god beside him.
But, millennium after millennium, in the present and future of countless thousands of years, will this god feel tired?
Walking to Yujing Terrace and overlooking Liyue Harbor from a high place, Mandrill finally asked the question he wanted to ask.
"Will the emperor feel tired?"
"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Zhongli was a little surprised that Mandrill suddenly asked this question. After all, Mandrill's personality would not ask such a question.
"I met Hu Tao and Jiang Bai from Shengshengtang today..." Mandrill didn't hide anything and briefly talked about meeting the two people.
"They asked me, do you feel tired too?" He raised his head and looked at Zhongli's face.
This face has undergone countless changes in these thousands of years, sometimes it is an old man, sometimes it is a child, sometimes it is a woman, sometimes it is a man.
He has countless incarnations and countless ways of walking in Liyue Port.
But what remains unchanged is his rock-like unwavering heart.
Zhongli didn't speak, but looked at Liyue Harbor at his feet.
The people of Liyue Port did not live in Liyue Port at first. They lived in Tianheng Mountain, Guiliyuan, or somewhere further away.
During the disaster, they gradually moved to Liyue Port. People mined, smelted, traded, farmed, and developed from generation to generation, and this is how prosperous Liyue is today.
After being silent for a long time, he said:
"I'm also looking for an answer to this question."
Is he tired after guarding Liyue for so long? Thousands of years to come, will he continue to protect her as always?
He is also looking for answers to these questions.
"Let's put this question aside for now. There is one thing I think they said is right." Zhongli stretched out his hand and put it on Mandrill's head.
A warm touch came from the top of his head, Mandrill was stunned for a moment, and a blush appeared on his face.
The big hand gently rubbed the top of his head, as if comforting a hesitant little animal, "Only by resting can you face the next dispute with a full attitude."
"You're so tired, you need to rest."
Mandrill pursed his lips tightly, the hair on his head softened, and his face became even redder.
"Liyue today is not what it used to be. Maybe I will get the answer in the near future. You are the last Yaksha, and I don't want you to fall into an endless battle..."
Zhongli's voice was distant, like the sound of bluestone striking, echoing in the mountains, carrying the weight of the rock and the emotion of the years.
Those who once followed him have lost countless lives in the past.
Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer familiar figures.
"Well..." Mandrill hummed slightly, and even though Zhongli had taken his hand away, the blush on his face did not dissipate.
But at the same time, there was a little confusion in his eyes.
If Liyue loses her emperor, how will she deal with herself?
How will he deal with himself?
Perhaps as they said, he should give the current Liyue a chance to train in order to deal with various future crises.
But if this is the case, what should he do if he has nothing to do?
Seeing his confusion, Zhongli rubbed his head again:
"If you have nothing to do, keep in touch with young people. Their ideas and opinions are very interesting...Some things must be passed down, and the Yasha clan should not be forgotten by the world..."
"Um……"
The red color that has not faded from Mandrill's face is getting brighter, and the tips of his ears are pink.
"You can also come and find me..."
"Um!"
