Liyue Port, Wanmin Hall.

Master Mao went out to listen to books, and the huge Wanmin Hall was handed over to Xiang Ling. Because of this, many more people came to dine at Wanmin Hall than when Master Mao was the chef.

The reason why Xiang Ling attracts so many people when he is on duty is that his cooking skills are one thing, and the rice cooker that always follows him is another factor.

I don't know why, as long as people see the rice dumplings, their appetite will get better.

It was mid-afternoon. On the way to Wanmin Hall, Ning Yu and Grandma Ping met many Liyue people who had just eaten and drank. Nodding along the way, Ning Yu realized that his new master had something.

How popular.

Almost everyone in Liyue would greet Grandma Ping with a pleasant look. Thinking of her identity, Ning Yu felt that his own values ​​were being severely impacted.

"Haha...why do you look so confused? Did you not expect that I would be so popular in Liyue Port?"

Seeing Ning Yu's state, Grandma Ping said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ning Yu nodded seriously.

Ning Yu dared to say that he was more familiar with immortals than most Liyue people. Because of this, he knew how high and insurmountable the term "immortal" was in the hearts of Liyue people.

Not to mention greeting someone when they meet on the street, even if they meet someone, most people in Liyue will choose to salute respectfully and show sufficient etiquette.

"In my opinion, in the eyes of Liyue people, immortals are existences that can only be seen from a distance. They respect and love immortals, but it seems that there is a thin layer separating them, and they can never be on the same page."

"good..."

Grandma Ping seemed to agree with Ning Yu's point of view. Then she turned to look at a hawker selling jewelry on the roadside and said: "For example, he makes a living by selling dolls that look like immortals and even emperors. But what if one day the great demon conqueror

If the Holy Spirit comes to him in person, he will be scared out of his wits."

Ning Yu nodded silently. He remembered that Ningzhe had mentioned that there was a story called "Ye Gong loves dragons" recorded in ancient books. This was the truth.

"So, Ning Yu..."

Grandma Ping turned her head, looked at Ning Yu, and said softly: "If a conflict between immortals and mortals is bound to break out one day, how do you think we should deal with it?"

This is a big problem...

Ning Yu pondered for a moment and quickly gave his answer: "Just like Mondstadt is based on the belief in the Wind God [Freedom], Liyue is also based on the Emperor [Contract], but the two have their essence."

The difference."

Grandma Ping smiled and listened quietly.

After a pause, Ning Yu stretched out his hand, and a faint water element condensed in his palm.

"The foundation of a contract lies between people. If there is only one party, it cannot constitute a contract... Liyue's current prosperity is inseparable from the emperor's thousands of years of hard work, but the decisive factor that makes plants thrive is, after all, the plants themselves.

"

While they were talking, the two of them had already reached Chihu Rock.

"It's very good. For you to say these words, you have surpassed most people of this era."

Grandma Ping looked at Ning Yu with satisfaction and made a comment.

"No, I can only say that it's just a joke. These words were told to me by Ningzhe when Dao Zhe was traveling. I think they make sense."

Ning Yu was calm and didn't hide anything.

“Fresh and hot tiger fish! Try it, it’s cheap!”

Suddenly, the sound of knives being cooked at the food stall was heard, bringing with it the smell of fireworks.

At a glance, Kuai Dao Chen was using his advanced knife skills learned from the ancient Chinese sect to quickly handle one fish after another, with a smile on his face and enjoying it.

"..."

Ning Yu had some enlightenment and seemed to understand what Grandma Ping meant when she mentioned this matter to him.

If immortals want to coexist with mortals, they must blend in with mortals.

But how difficult it is for immortals...

"Ahead is Wanmin Tang. Today I want to eat the spicy pork steamed bun made by that girl Xiangling. Let's go there quickly."

Grandma Ping spoke softly, bringing back Ning Yu's thoughts.

"good."

Ning Yu agreed. Speaking of this, he was also a little hungry. It was a pity that Xingqiu was not here, otherwise it would have been better.

...

Perhaps it was already past lunch time. There were not many people in Wanmin Hall at this time, and the huge hall was not crowded.

As soon as he arrived at Wanmin Hall, Ning Yu discovered an old friend.

Looking over, Chongyun was sitting alone on the wooden table, holding a bowl of hot noodles in his hand.

"Chongyun...?"

In fact, it is not unusual to see Chongyun here, but it is unusual that he is holding a bowl of hot noodles in his hand.

The point is – hot noodles!

Doesn't this guy's head get hot when he eats even a little bit of hot food, and he overloads himself and falls to the ground?

No, I have to go take a look...

"Hey Master, how come you have time to come to Wanmin Hall?"

But almost at the same time, Xiang Ling, who was wearing a white hat, jumped out with a big spoon. When she saw Ning Yu, she said in surprise: "And Ning Yu? Why are you here with the master?"

"Actually, this..."

Suddenly being interrupted, Ning Yu coughed slightly and was organizing his words, but Grandma Ping beat him to it.

"Ning Yu is my new disciple, and he will be your junior brother from now on."

Grandma Ping smiled, seemingly curious about Xiangling's reaction.

"Wow! Really!"

Xiangling's eyes sparkled and she looked at Ning Yu.

The girl's smile was so dazzling that it made Ning Yu's heart beat.

But soon, Ning Yu bowed towards Xiang Ling in a serious manner and said, "Master is right, I have already joined Master's sect. It stands to reason... you are indeed my senior sister."

"Hehe... Then can I ask my junior brother to help with something?"

"This..." Ning Yu swallowed, and after two seconds of hesitation, he finally nodded, "Senior sister has something to ask for, and if I can do it, I will be obliged to do so."

"Ah, Ning Yu, why did you come to Wanmin Hall? Where is Ningzhe? Also, who are the senior sisters and junior brothers?"

At this moment, Chongyun heard the noise and came over with a curious look on his face.

"..."

Ning Yu suddenly felt that his apprenticeship was a bit hasty?

"Okay, stop making trouble. Girl, we haven't eaten yet, let's go make something to eat."

When Ning Yu was thinking about life, Grandma Ping finally extended a helping hand.

"Hey, good!"

Hearing this, Xiang Ling suddenly became proud and ran back to the kitchen with a squeak.

Ning Yu and Grandma Ping also sat down at Chongyun's table under the leadership of Chongyun.

But Ning Yu clearly heard what Xiang Ling was saying, that she must cook an unforgettable dish for her junior brother, so that he could feel the love and care of her senior brother...

Ning Yu's face twitched.

Xiangling, this isn’t the first time I’ve met you! Is this necessary? I’ll call you Xiangling, and you call me Ningyu. Can’t we talk about it ourselves?

"Eh?"

Seeing Ning Yu's expression change, Chongyun was immediately confused.

However, he still politely said hello to Grandma Ping and bowed.

Grandma Ping also smiled and nodded, sighing in her heart.

The body of pure Yang...has been artificially influenced to become like this?

Ning Yu and others were still young and could not clearly see the changes in Chongyun's physique. But Grandma Ping was different. She could tell at a glance that Chongyun's pure Yang body had begun to gradually merge with the power of the Eye of God.

Once the two forces are completely integrated, Chongyun's strength will make a qualitative leap.

But...it's still early.

Seeing Ning Yu sitting upright in front of her and Chongyun with a curious look on her face...Grandma Ping suddenly thought of the sneaky Ningzhe again.
Chapter completed!