"In my day, people said that glass lilies are human beings. If they hear good voices, singing and laughter, they will grow well. But if they hear too many bad voices, such as random rumors, they will grow well. If you gossip, they will wither quickly..."
Hearing this, Jiang Bai squatted down next to the glazed lily and started singing. At the same time, he asked Gudong on his shoulder to water them.
"Da Qiuqiu is sick, Er Qiuqiu looks at..."
A pretty song came out, but the glazed lily closest to it lost all its petals when I brushed it.
Jiang Bai was shocked and took several steps back.
"My singing voice is actually to the point where the flowers will wither after listening to it..." He was deeply shocked.
He obviously thinks he can sing pretty well!
The hall master even praised it!
Grandma Ping adjusted her glasses, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Even if you sing, you still have to choose the songs...
She shook her head, "Liu Li Lily has sensed the rumors in Liyue Port. She can't get over it just by singing..."
"Then when things are over, will it bloom again? How long will it take to bloom?" Jiang Bai looked at Grandma Ping nervously.
Before, he thought that glazed lilies were valuable and wanted to dig them up in the wild to plant them. However, he couldn't find them in the wild at all, and only some grew in Yujingtai.
If the glazed lilies here stop blooming, his apprenticeship tea will have to be made with sweet floral water!
"When people's hearts stabilize, it will naturally bloom again." Grandma Ping sighed, "It's just that Liyue Port today is like a powder keg. It only takes a spark to explode. When people's hearts stabilize, I don't know when... ....”
Jiang Bai breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he can drive, it won't take long for people to stabilize when Zhongli takes over.
"Speaking of it, Grandma Ping, you are also an immortal. Do you know why the emperor returned to heaven?" Jiang Bai asked.
Grandma Ping turned her head and looked at the vast Yunlaihai outside Liyue Harbor with a complicated expression.
"Aside from time, what else could make the former God of War be killed?"
"Do you also think it was a natural death..." Jiang Bai thought thoughtfully. In this way, Zhongli really didn't do anything wrong.
Grandma Ping shook her head and had no intention of expressing any further opinions on this matter.
They were people who came out of that war-torn era, so they naturally knew how powerful the emperor was.
The emperor will not die for no reason. If his life is approaching, he will definitely tell them that there must be a purpose for why he is doing this this time.
Let's see what happens next...
"By the way, Grandma Ping, we are here to borrow something from you."
"Yeah, that thing is called a dust-cleaning bell." Paimon responded.
"That's it..." Grandma Ping suddenly realized and then showed a smile.
"I heard that Zhongli is responsible for the ceremony of sending immortals..."
"Yeah, he said he had a reason not to come, so he asked us to borrow it..." Jiang Bai spread his hands, feeling that things were a little different from what he imagined.
Why doesn't Grandma Ping and Zhongli look like they've broken up?
"It's in my cave, you can go get it yourself..."
Grandma Ping opened the lid of the pot and all three of them inhaled.
Not long after, the three came out with the bells.
Seeing that they had gotten the things, Grandma Ping smiled and said: "Bring a message to Zhongli for me. If you have time, you can come to my place for tea. Even though I don't have much, I still have a teapot."
Jiang Bai joked: "Grandma Ping, you are too humble. If you don't have much wealth, our guest will have to say that you are poor."
Immortals are not poor. Whatever they bring out can attract people to grab it, just to see if they are willing to do so.
Grandma Ping chuckled, waved and watched them leave.
After leaving Yujingtai, Paimeng felt quite emotional.
"Is this Grandma Ping also an immortal? I really can't tell!"
"Da Yin is hiding in the city. I heard that there are many immortals in Liyue Port, but I only know this one, Grandma Ping."
"Speaking of which, why didn't we just ask us to find the immortals in Liyue Port instead of going to the mountains to look for them?"
"There is nothing you can do. Even if the immortals in the city stand in front of you, you won't be able to recognize them."
"That's right..."
Several people walked to the venue where the ceremony for sending immortals was arranged, and found the walnuts and Xiangling in the venue.
"Mr. Zhongli, I got the stuff." Jiang Bai handed the stuff to him.
Zhongli looked at this thing with some nostalgia, "Yes, this is the dust-cleaning bell. It is really well kept."
"I got it so quickly, thank you for your hard work." Hutao patted Jiang Bai's shoulder, and then looked curiously at the dust-cleansing bell in Zhongli's hand.
According to the description in ancient books, this is a magical instrument that can automatically play music. It will be used to accompany every ceremony of sending immortals.
Listening to Zhongli's words, Paimon flew up and down in a circle around Zhongli, "With this tone, you must be an immortal too, right?"
"Haha..." Zhongli smiled but said nothing.
Seeing Zhongli smiling and saying nothing, Hutao rolled his eyes, stood up on tiptoes and patted Zhongli on the shoulder, saying deliberately:
"Our guest, you are too low-key. He had a drink with the emperor back then. It was a life-and-death friendship. It is most appropriate for him to organize the ceremony of sending immortals to Prince Yan!"
"Master, it's serious. I'm just an ordinary person, Zhongli. I know a little more at most. I can't be called an immortal..." Zhongli was helpless.
Even if he knew that he was the Rock King, the hall master would probably not change his temper.
"Okay, okay, this hall master knows that you don't want to reveal your identity."
Seeing Zhongli denying this matter, Hutao waved his hand and looked at Kong and Paimon threateningly, "There are only a few of us here and we won't tell anyone."
Paimon and Sora nodded quickly, they would never tell anyone!
"By the way, Grandma Ping asked me to bring you a message." Paimon remembered something and imitated Grandma Ping's words vividly.
"...Old lady, although I don't have much, I still have a teapot."
"Haha, this tone doesn't suit you, but her teapot is really good, and it's perfect for making tea. When the time comes, I will naturally bring good tea with me..."
After Hu Tao revealed his identity as an immortal, Zhongli was no longer too lazy to hide it.
"The balm is still being made. It won't be ready until night. So what should we do next?"
"The next item we need to buy is a kite," Zhongli said.
"Go on, go on, this hall master still has many details to deal with." Hutao waved his hand and went to work on his own affairs.
This ceremony of sending immortals is unusual. When the time comes, people from all over Liyue Port will come to see the emperor off. It must be the grandest in history.
Buying a kite is much simpler. You have already ordered it and just go and pick it up.
"What's the meaning of this kite?" Jiang Bai was very curious as he held one of the kites with complicated patterns.
Is it possible that a kite flying performance should be performed at the immortal ceremony?
"The seven kites symbolize the seven gods."
