Liuli Pavilion.

Behind the landscape screen is still the elegant counter filled with plates of porcelain.

The gold and jade tableware on the table simply added luxury, but the three people dining clearly didn't care about this.

Zhongli stretched out his hand and handed out a gorgeous chess piece, along with the prepared gift box, and pushed it to Shang Zhaoyue.

With the magnificent colors and the unique heaviness of the rock, it’s not difficult to guess what it is.

The Fools had planned it for a long time, but Zhongli gave it away just like that.

"Is Mondstadt the next stop?" he said with lowered eyes.

"Yes, we have stayed in Liyue for a long time, and Ling Hua has also broken free from the constraints of lifespan. We want to travel to the Seven Kingdoms as we expected."

Time is something that cannot be retained. It will pass by your fingertips unconsciously. In the blink of an eye, nearly a year has passed since the Demon God of Whirlpool was wiped out.

"It is indeed a good travel route to travel through the seven countries. Unfortunately, I cannot escape the affairs of the Rebirth Hall. According to the contract, it will take at least three to five years before I can choose to stay or go."

"My guest is not an employee. You just can't let go of your responsibilities. After all, not long ago, you were still a human god."

"Compared with these, is it really okay to just give it to me like this?" He pinched the Heart of God and felt the thickness and calmness of the rock.

"It is no longer of use to me. Keeping it will only cause trouble, so it is better to give it to those who need it."

"It's quite free and easy." He did not refuse this farewell gift. He was also very curious about the connection between the gods and Sky Island.

"The link has been interrupted by me a long time ago. If you don't want to offend heaven, it's best not to act rashly." Zhongli warned.

"The seven rulers of the world, the seven victors of the Demonic War, five have now passed away, and the rest are their successors. Baalzebul, who finally ascended to the throne of God, was only about eight hundred years ago."

"That godless country was destroyed hundreds of years ago. They left only ruins and monsters running around the world."

Zhongli talked at length, talking about the secret history of the Gods that he usually never talked about.

The door was pushed open with a click, and in came Kamisato Ayaka, who had an ice-white high ponytail, a delicate face, and tear moles hanging from the corners of her eyes.

She smiled reservedly, waved the folding fan gently in her hand, and sat next to Zhaoyue, who was still on top, and said

"Mr. Zhongli is as knowledgeable as ever."

Zhongli knows a lot of things, but more often than not, he prefers to talk about insignificant customs and little things.

He was happy to share this useless knowledge with his friends, and the two spent the last time listening to Zhongli's chat.

Over the course of a year, the relationship between Kamisato Ayaka and him has obviously warmed up. Now, under the table, the two of them are still intertwining their fingers with each other, and their seats are even closer together. They are like a pair of lovers who are envious of others.

Zhongli obviously understood that they were tired of being together. He had seen many couples of all kinds over the past six thousand years.

"Bon voyage." He said his last words of farewell. In addition to the Heart of God, he also presented a pair of jade bracelets, carved with dragons and phoenixes, and overflowing with color. They were rare fine products.

Before exiting the private room, Shangshang Zhaoyue saw him closing his eyes and meditating at the table. His danxia-orange eyeshadow added to the grace of a phoenix. His round face combined the dominance of a dragon with the harmony and beauty of a phoenix.

This is the god of Liyue people, and it is the culmination of Liyue's eclectic mix, whether it is clothing, appearance, or even words and deeds.

"He just lives a very particular life, both as a human being and as a god." He showed his hands to Kamisato Ayaka.

"Mr. Zhongli is the God of Rocks. It's really surprising, but it makes sense." Kamisato Ayaka snuggled next to him, held his arm, and mentioned Zhongli's quirk of not carrying money.

"Sir General, the same is true. Are gods all weird guys?"

"The God of Wind is also a strange guy and an out-and-out drunkard."

"God of Wind, Barbatos?" Ling Hua's eyes widened. It was obvious that in her heart, the image of the god had hit rock bottom.

They walked side by side on the long street, their shadows stretched long by the sunlight.

...

For about half a month, a caravan staggered forward on the rugged mountain road.

As the carriage shook more and more obviously, after finally rolling over the last wooden bridge over the water, they passed through the stone gate in the neutral area between Liyue and Mondstadt, and completely entered the city of Mondstadt.

"Let's part ways here," he said to the steward from Feiyun Chamber of Commerce.

The other party nodded, and then led the people to continue to Chenxi Winery.

On the other hand, Shangshan Aoyue led Kamisato Ayaka across the famous wine-producing base of Mondstadt and headed straight towards Mondstadt.

The exterior layout of Chenxi Winery is actually quite good. Fences and fences can be seen everywhere, and ice mist flowers, which are rare outside, are often planted.

It is said that the winery has recently developed the intention to develop ice mist flower to improve the wine. Shangshan Zhaoyue didn't understand it, but was shocked.

Mondstadt, known as the city of wind and pastoral and the city of freedom, is also a beautiful scenery in the Blue Wind Plains.

The city has only an ancient stone arch bridge leading to the outside world, and the huge cider lake surrounds the entire city of Mondstadt.

It is like a white leaf on blue silk, with verdant green edges.

In the free Mondstadt, the wine industry is popular, and the adventurous spirit has swept the whole city. In Mondstadt, the Adventurers Association has a large branch in addition to Miss Catherine at the gate of the city.

"Barbatos, the god of wind, was originally a wisp of thousands of winds when he was born in the world. Later, he transformed into a wandering wind without a specific form. He is the spirit of the wind and the darling of the wind."

"This kind of Barbatos is free, until one day, he hears a melodious grass flute."

"At that time Mondstadt was still a snowfield, and the people of Mondstadt were ruled by the lone king of towers, the God of Gale, Diakrapien. He oppressed the people to build sky-high towers for him, and he also used hurricane barriers to isolate the harsh winds from the outside world.

Snow."

"In such a depressing environment, Mondstadt people live in oppression day and night, unable to straighten their spines. Barbatos also finds Mondstadt like this boring."

"But the grass flute was different. The hope, excitement, and upward emotions were rare in Barbatos's life. He couldn't help but be attracted, hovering around night after night, and became friends with the young man who played the grass flute."

"Later the young man rose up and Barbatos also provided help. He became the first generation God of Wind. He scattered the snowfields with thousands of winds, flattened the mountains with hurricanes, and ordered the four gods to come to protect him."

"At this point, the original Mondstadt was established. The three nobles, Leghenfinder, Gunwenhild, and Lawrence, were the largest followers of the Wind God at that time. After the Wind God disappeared, they became the actual rulers of Mondstadt."

As he walked, he told Ayaka Kamisato the ancient history of the founding of Mondstadt.

"There are quite a few..." the black-haired girl wearing a red bunny ears headdress said in surprise.
Chapter completed!