"Then I'll call you Hatao."
Jiang Bai reached out and put on his hat.
The skirmisher adjusted his hat and was not very satisfied with this title.
"This name is too random..."
"Huh? Do you want me to give you a name?" Jiang Bai pointed at himself in shock.
The skirmisher raised his eyelids slightly, "Can't you?"
"But I'm a sucker for naming. Just look at the name I gave Gudong... Or do you want to call him Gulu?" Jiang Bai spread his hands, looking like he really couldn't think of a good name.
Names are very important. Even if he was asked to think about it, he would have to go back and read the book. It was impossible to give him a new name with just one mouthful.
The corner of the soldier's mouth twitched, but he was still very persistent in wanting Jiang Bai to give him a name.
"You gave me a new life, and you deserve to be the one who gives me my name."
Of course, he will definitely reject those that are unpleasant or outrageous.
"Master~" Jiang Bai looked at Zhongli and asked him for help.
Your Majesty the Emperor is well-educated and well-educated, so it will be no problem to come up with a name or something.
Zhongli just smiled and did not provide him with any advice.
"A new name represents a new beginning, Xiaobai, think about it seriously."
"I can't think of a good name for a while, so I have to go back and look through the book. Let me call you Ah Mao first, just think of it as a nickname."
The skirmisher said nothing and took it as his acquiescence.
A good name naturally requires careful consideration.
Jiang Bai led Zhongli and the scattered soldiers into the clouds, waved his hands and covered the huge mechanical weapons with mountains that appeared out of thin air.
He hasn't figured out what to do with this thing yet, so he'll just leave it here for now.
All the way back to the Hall of Purity, Jiang Bai landed in Zhongli's courtyard, stretched out his hand to help the stragglers sit down in the pavilion.
"This should be the safest place in Liyue. You are too weak now. Take a good rest here. My master has a very good personality and is very knowledgeable. If you have any questions or advice, I can You can ask him..."
Jiang Bai finished speaking to the stragglers and turned to look at Zhongli.
"Master, please help me take care of him!"
He couldn't wait to see the hall master. He hadn't seen the hall master for a long time and really missed him.
"Go ahead, it just so happens that I also want to have a chat with this guy."
Zhongli sat down in the pavilion, lit the fire, and began to boil water and make tea.
Seeing Jiang Bai just leave without even looking back, the soldiers' eyes were particularly resentful.
He sat silently on the other side of the tea table, his hat taken off, and his hands placed neatly on his legs.
He looked at the tea that was starting to roll on the table, as if he was visiting a friend's house for the first time and meeting his parents, not knowing how to react.
If he had met Morax before, he would have made some taunting remarks, trying to use words to cover up his weakness in front of the gods.
However, things are different now.
The person in front of him was not just Morax.
He is still Jiang Bai's master and friend's elder, and he has no ill intentions towards him.
He sat on one side of the tea table, feeling a little on pins and needles.
He really had no experience with elders and didn't know what to say or what to do.
After being silent for a while while the pot of water went from cold to scalding hot, he finally spoke.
"What should I call you?"
"Just call me Zhongli." Zhongli slowly brewed tea, his movements pleasing to the eye.
"Mr. Zhongli."
The skirmishers did not call Zhongli by his first name. Out of respect, he added the title of sir.
"I know something about you."
Hearing what Zhong Li said, the soldiers raised their heads in surprise.
"You know……"
…
Leaving Zhongli's yard, Jiang Bai went straight to where Hu Tao was.
Looking at Hu Tao, who was sitting on the swing with his cheeks dazed, the smile on Jiang Bai's face overflowed unconsciously.
The person on the swing did not wear the Qiankun Taigua hat she often wore. Her long hair hung casually on her back, and was only slightly combed, but not taken care of much.
She wore a goose-yellow long-sleeved top and a pair of loose gray trousers with some auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on them.
The slippers on the feet were put on casually, and the white feet swayed along with the swing.
She dragged her cheek with one hand and stared at the pot of lotus in the yard without focus.
All the lotus flowers have withered away, leaving only lotus leaves the size of washbasins. But even these lotus leaves are a little withered and yellow now.
After a while, this lotus tank will be completely silent, waiting for new buds to grow next spring.
"Is Xumi so fun? He hasn't been back for such a long time..."
She muttered in a low voice, not in a very good mood.
I was used to Jiang Bai being around, and being away for so long all of a sudden made me feel useless at doing anything.
Jiang Bai came quietly behind Hu Tao, and all of Hu Tao's whispers fell into Jiang Bai's ears.
There was some sourness in his heart.
He has been in Xumi for quite some time, and during this period he has not had much contact with Hutao.
Qianli's microphone had a time limit, and he had to transmit messages to Kong from time to time, so what was left for Hu Tao suddenly became scarce.
In addition, he didn't want Hu Tao to worry, so he didn't tell Hu Tao many things.
Seeing Hu Tao in a low mood at this time, he felt indescribably sad.
Jiang Bai reached out to cover her eyes, adjusted his mood, and spoke in a brisk and melodious tone.
"Guess who I am?"
Hutao didn't even need to listen to the sound, she knew who was coming as soon as she got close.
The corners of her lips were raised slightly, and the droopy hair on her head stretched out.
She deliberately puffed up her cheeks and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Hmph, a certain guy almost forgot about this Hall Master. How could this Hall Master have guessed it?"
Jiang Bai let go of his hand, deliberately stretched his neck and turned his face to her.
"How could it be? Even if I forget everything, I can't forget my hall master."
Hu Tao turned his head away angrily.
"If you tell the ghosts this, they won't believe it."
The little ghost emerged from Hutao's body and put his hands on his hips in agreement.
Yes, it doesn’t believe it!
"I promised to contact you frequently, but I haven't heard from you for five or six days..." Hu Tao became angrier as he talked.
Damn that guy, he promised to celebrate her birthday, but she didn’t even come back on her birthday!
She had no interest in it and didn't even invite friends.
Jiang Bai put his arms around her neck, put his chin on the top of her hair, and rubbed her head.
"Hall Master, don't be angry. Didn't I come back as soon as I got some free time... Hall Master, you don't know, I'm so miserable, you almost won't be able to see me..."
Hu Tao raised his eyebrows. He had heard Jiang Bai's remarks several times.
"After provoking the God of Thunder, you provoked the God of Grass in Sumeru?"
"It's not the Grass God, it's the Doctor of Fools. Almost the hall master would only be able to see my body..."
Regarding the name of the skirmisher, I will give him a formal name, but the name [Amao] is more commonly used. After all, everyone knows who Amao is, but if I use the name I chose, it will be ten years apart. This name appears again a few chapters later, and no one can remember who it is →_→
(End of chapter)
