I, Jingliu, the Fatui Executor

The funeral was held in the hall, but the funeral was held in the hall.

The next morning

"Zhongli Zhongli, Ningguang has agreed to let the Hall of Rebirth host the emperor's funeral."

"Since it is the emperor's funeral, we in the Hall of Rebirth must show the greatest etiquette. Do you understand?"

Jingliu, who had just arrived in the living room, heard what Hu Tao said to Zhongli.

"What the hall master said is very true. As the god of Liyue and the master of all immortals, the emperor must follow the highest standards." Zhongli said lightly after taking a sip.

Hu Tao nodded in satisfaction, walked to Zhong Li, and patted Zhong Li on the shoulder: "In that case, I'll leave the materials to you."

Zhong Li's body stiffened slightly, but soon returned to normal: "Okay."

Hu Tao also saw Jing Liu and Columbia at this time: "Good morning, you two, chat, I'm leaving first." After saying this, Hu Tao hurriedly left.

"What's wrong with Hu Tao?" Jing Liu looked at Hu Tao and asked Zhong Li.

"I don't know." Zhong Li looked at Hu Tao and felt a little headache, and then said to Jing Liu and the others: "The Fatui executive "Young Master" invited me to Liuli Pavilion to attend a dinner, I wonder if you two want to go together? Of course, it's "Young Master" who will treat us. "

"It seems that Ying's journey to find the immortals has ended." Jing Liu thought silently in his heart.

"Columbia, what do you think?"

"I'm fine with it."

"Then let's go together, I haven't eaten Liuli Pavilion's food yet. We can eat as much as we want, after all, it's the "Young Master" who's treating us."

"Well, then let's go together." Zhongli nodded, stood up, and walked towards the Glazed Pavilion.

...

"This is the Glazed Pavilion."

"Welcome to the "Young Master", your arrival will make our humble home shine."

"Let's go." Tartaglia waved to Ying and Paimon behind him.

"Wow, it's so luxurious here." Paimon walked into the Glazed Pavilion and looked at the inhumane decorations around him, his eyes sparkling with stars.

"Haha, the Glazed Pavilion is the most high-end and luxurious restaurant in Liyue, so it naturally has its own advantages." Tartaglia laughed on the side.

"Young Master, this is the private room you reserved." Tartaglia heard this and waved his hand: "Okay, you can go down. "

After saying that, he pushed the door open and went in, followed by Ying and Paimon.

"Hey, man, we..." When Tartaglia saw the figures in the private room clearly, the smile on his face and the movements of his hands froze instantly.

"What? Don't you welcome us?" Jingliu took a sip of tea and said lightly.

Tadalia quickly reacted, patted his chest, and smiled apologetically: "No, no, as compensation, order whatever you want for today's meal, Mora will be on my head."

"Order whatever you want? In the end, the bill was sent to the North Country Bank." Jingliu complained silently in his heart, but did not say much. Anyway, it was not his own money, and the North Country Bank would not go bankrupt.

"Jingliu, why are you here?" Paimon looked at Tartaglia, then at the two of them, and asked in confusion.

Hmm... three executives, it won't be a black car...

"I have nothing to do, and I came to eat at the invitation of Mr. Zhongli."

"Oh, who is this? ? "Paimon turned his gaze towards Zhongli.

"Let me introduce you. This is a man from the underworld, a guest of the Rebirth Hall, Zhongli. He is a knowledgeable man." Tartaglia introduced them.

"The underworld... a man from the underworld!" Paimon exclaimed in surprise.

Black car, black car, no matter how you think about it, it must be a black car!

If it weren't for his trust in Jingliu, Paimon would have been ready to take Ying away.

"Yes, in Liyue, an industry like the Rebirth Hall always has to deal with some underworld business."

"And we are stupid... uh." Tartaglia said here, looked at Jingliu and Columbia, hesitated, then spread his hands, and said with a smile: "And I, "Master" Tartaglia, like to deal with these friends in the shadows the most. "

Paimon did not notice Tartaglia's flash of slowness, but spoke with some fear: "Walking in the shadows... and rebirth... this... this can't be a murder organization..."

Hearing this, Zhongli smiled faintly: "You misunderstood, the Rebirth Hall is an organization in charge of funerals. Rebirth means to fulfill your wishes and be reborn peacefully."

"So that's how it is, it's a formal organization." Paimon patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, a murder organization,

You really thought of it." Tartaglia teased, and then said: "Anyway, I brought you to see him because..."

"Because... I can let you see the immortal body of the Rock King." Zhongli interrupted Tartaglia and said.

Hearing this, Jingliu, who was picking up food with chopsticks, was slightly stunned, attracting everyone's attention.

"Jingliu, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just thought of something very funny." Jingliu shook his head slightly and continued to eat the food on the table.

"Morax helped others find Morax's body?" Columbia approached Jingliu and said.

"To be precise, it was Zhongli who helped others find Morax's body."

"Aren't they the same person?" Columbia was a little confused.

"Zhongli is Zhongli, Morax is Morax. At least, that's what he really thinks. "

The two spoke neither loudly nor softly, but they were isolated by the barrier created by Columbia.

"Hmm?" Jingliu looked at Columbia's face and saw a grain of rice, and reached out to take it away: "Eat slowly, no one is snatching it from you."

"Hmm... Hey!" Columbia exclaimed, and saw Jingliu put the rice taken from Columbia's face into his mouth.

"Jing... Jingliu, what... what are you doing?" Columbia's face flushed, and she looked at Jingliu and stuttered.

"What's wrong? There is an old saying in Liyue, called "Every grain of rice is hard-earned." So we can't waste it." Jingliu said reasonably.

"You... you..." Columbia was a little speechless.

"What are these two people doing?"

Because of the barrier blocking him, Paimeng did not hear the conversation between the two, but just looked at the two's behavior and felt a little strange.

"So... since there is a ceremony to invite the immortals, why can't there be a ceremony to send the immortals? ”

“Traveler, since you have some friendship with the God of Wind, would you like to prepare a farewell ceremony for the God of Rock with me?”

Ying thought for a while and nodded: “Okay, I agree.”

“A wise choice. The immortal body of the God of Rock is hidden by the Seven Stars. If you want to find it, I’m afraid this is the only way.” Tartaglia also nodded, agreeing with Ying’s choice.

“Indeed, this is the only way to see the God of Rock.”

“It can only be done this way…” Ying felt a little tired. In order to see the God of Wind, Mond joined forces with the Knights to deal with the dragon disaster, but found that the God of Wind was right beside him…

When he arrived in Liyue, he had to help the God of Rock prepare for his funeral…

“Is Zhongli the God of Rock?” Ying looked at Zhongli with some doubt.

“No, no, how could a god who has guarded Liyue for more than 3,700 years be the same as that drunkard poet? "Ying immediately rejected the idea in her mind.

"Well, if you allow, come with me, we can talk slowly on the way."

"Okay."

Zhongli stood up and left the private room with Ying and Paimeng.

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