In Genshin Impact, No One Understands Holy Relics Better Than Me

"But Xiao Jiujiu didn't let go of the book! Hold on tight, because Brother Jiu said the book is very important..."

"After that, I finally climbed ashore and wanted to find a place to dry the book."

"And I was so tired that I lay on the side and slept for a while. When I woke up, the book was gone..."

"I remember very clearly that I was drying books in the woods next to me... Please help me go to the woods to find them."

At first, I just thought that this was an ordinary task, nothing more than a little story about two childhood friends who had no guesses.

After a long time, I realized the sadness...

Xiao Jiujiu accidentally fell into the river, her body was frozen, she still didn't forget to look for Brother Jiu's book, and finally she was so tired that she wanted to sleep for a while... Perhaps, at that time, Xiao Jiujiu didn't know, when her innocent eyes closed If you open it again, you will forever lose the chance to meet Jiu Ge.

She is dead.

Her body was mercilessly carried away by the flowing water.

Her soul, with her obsession with the ninth brother, remains proudly on Wuwangpo.

Every time I think about summer, I feel extremely uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, he is only a man with limited abilities, not an omnipotent god, unable to resurrect the dead and change the past.

But as Hu Tao often said, life and death are inherently a cycle of reincarnation and an integral part of the cycle of the world. You cannot break this stability just because of your compassion.

Who doesn't have a sad story? How many people have never been unwilling and obsessed?

If one day he becomes an omnipotent god, there may be more rules to consider.

But now, after all, there is something that can be done.

Xia Tian asked, "Do you want to see Brother Nine?"

This should be Xiao Jiujiu's obsession.

If she can help her achieve it, maybe she will be able to be proud but worried and enter the afterlife before being burned by the "uninhibited fire".

"Really... Is it okay?" Xiao Jiujiu looked at Hu Tao, hesitant and unwilling to believe.

What does Brother Jiu look like now? What else to do? Are you still working hard for his dream?

As a soul body, she doesn't have much sense of time, but seeing so many people coming and going, she also knows that time has passed for a long, long time.

She herself almost stopped looking forward to it, and it was precisely because she no longer looked forward to it that she thought it would be better to dissipate in the wind.

Hu Tao treats Xiao Jiujiu as a friend, and naturally doesn't want her friends to disappear like this.

Xiao Jiujiu is a kind, innocent, and pitiful lonely soul. I believe that reincarnation after reincarnation can definitely become an excellent person.

Hu Tao nodded: "Trust him! This guy can always do some magical things."

With the assurance of her friend, Xiao Jiujiu turned to Xia Xia. Facing this stranger she met for the first time, she expressed her wish:

"I...I want to return the book to Brother Jiu."

"Is that all? Isn't it meeting Nine Brothers?"

Xia Xia and Hu Tao were both surprised. The normal logic must be to hope to see Brother Nine, right?

And Xiao Jiujiu just wanted to return the book?

"No, maybe it would be better if we didn't meet." Xiao Jiujiu shook her head. She didn't want Brother Jiu to know about the small intentions she had and the sadness she felt.

So, she doesn't want to meet.

Xiao Jiujiu went to the crevice of the stone she just hid in. The spirit body was unable to make contact with the real object. She used a small amount of spiritual power to blow a weak wind, blowing the paper in the crevice into Xia Xia's hands.

"Please return these books to Brother Jiu, and tell him that Xiao Jiu Jiu likes these stories very much, please he must... must write it down.

Said "must" three times, each time more resolute, and each time more uncomfortable.

If the soul could cry, she had already burst into tears.

I don't know how many times I have read these manuscript papers in the past ten years. Every word, every story, every blemish is deeply engraved in Xiao Jiujiu's mind.

The few memory storages in the soul body are full of stories about her and Ninth Brother.

Xia Tian looked at a few manuscript papers in his hands. They were old and soaked in river water. The handwriting on them was already blurred and difficult to read.

Probably only the author himself knows what he wrote.

"You really don't want to see Brother Ninth? Maybe this guy can do more things, even if he finds Brother Ninth..." Hu Tao was still thinking about persuasion, and he had a fascinated confidence in Xia Xia in his words.

Xia Xia took her hand and signaled that there was no need to persuade him any more: "You guys wait here, I'll go now..."

If Xiao Jiujiu's wish is only to return the book, then she should be respected.

"Is it really too late?" Walnut was as optimistic as possible.

But she knew that Xiao Jiujiu's time was running out. Although the "Uninhibited Fire" burned very slowly, it only needed to burn one-third of it, and the soul body would dissipate.

At least one day.

"Not sure, but I'll try my best." Xia Xia's eyes were serious.

Brother Jiu is probably Master Chang Jiu.

One always fantasizes that one day he can revive his family business, and his novels can be popular all over Tivat... The initial impression is not a positive character at all, and I wish I could give him a beating.

After knowing more, I realized that he also has his own tragedy.

I don't think much about it, I'll go to Qingcezhuang to talk about it.

Goo—

Suddenly there was a strange cry.

Xia Xia's expression froze, touching his stomach, his face flushed: "Excuse me, do you have anything to eat? I'm going out in a hurry today, I haven't had dinner yet!"

It was already late at night, maybe it would be dawn in a few hours. In summer, I really didn't eat for a day.

Qingcezhuang must have something to eat, but if he doesn't replenish his energy first, he's afraid he won't be able to last.

"Pfft." Hu Tao first snickered, then with a helpless expression, he pretended to be generous and took out a few buns from his backpack.

In order to worry about Xia Xia's face, she chose to lean in and whisper: "How reliable are you? I only vouched for you and praised you so much... You can't make me lose face!"

Saying that, she made a cute face.

There were four buns in total, and Xia Tian immediately ate two: "Don't worry... If there is no accident, people should be in Qingcezhuang."

There is one more thing, because I accepted the "Side Quest" enthusiastically, so naturally I couldn't go back on time.

In the summer, he found Zhenjun Liuyun Borrowing Feng who was waiting not far away.

It stands to reason that the matter is completed, she should urge Xia to go back, or just throw Xia here and go back by herself.

But this time, she waited quietly.

Hearing Xia Xia's footsteps approaching, Liu Yun borrowing Zhenjun's eyes glanced with a hint of resentment.

Even if it was unintentional, as an immortal who sees all directions and listens to six directions, he must have heard the conversation just now.

"I'm sorry, I may have to stay for a while longer. I'm going to Qingcezhuang, and I will stay with you, Zhenjun Liuyun borrowing the wind..."

Xia Xia wanted to say that she was afraid that the immortals would be hard to wait, so let her go back first, and then she would follow Hu Tao and the others...

Zhenjun Liuyun Borrowing Feng was surprisingly patient: "It's not too far from here, shouldn't I send it?"

"No, no." Xia Xia was flattered: "Thank you immortal for understanding, I will be back soon."

Actually, if he had the cheek to open his mouth, Zhenjun Liuyun Borrowing Feng would probably agree to help him with a ride, right?

He even said that just because he didn't open his mouth when he saw the outside world, it made the immortal not very happy...

The four hundred and seventieth chapter manuscript paper twenty years ago

From Wuwangpo to Qingcezhuang, it is not far.

Before the village was washed away by the flood, the two sides themselves were neighbors who cared very well.

Walking through a dilapidated ancient ruins, along a mountain road with bamboo forests, and then through two suspension bridges... It is like stepping into the peach blossom garden in "The Story of Peach Blossoms".

Suddenly bright.

It is not evenly spread, and even the areas need to be connected by high suspension bridges, but the terraced fields reclaimed along the mountain road are extremely fertile.

Several creeks sounded, accompanying a beautiful piece of music, and the birds on the trees were not alone, singing happily, as if in harmony with the sound of the stream, forming a moving symphony .

The creek eventually converged into a river, passing through the mountain stream, moisturizing the land on both sides.

There are green vegetables, paddy fields, and a few glazed lilies blooming beautifully.

These wild glazed lilies are expensive, and one can sell for tens of thousands of mora, but it was banned from buying and selling a long time ago.

This is a real fairyland. Before walking through the bamboo forest, no one would have imagined that there would be such a beautiful place in the mountains.

I already felt beautiful in the game, and after arriving, it was like a fairyland.

If you have time, you can bring Mona and the others here to play...

In fact, many tourists come to Qingcezhuang, especially when the Lantern Festival is over, many people will choose this village known as "Liyue Granary" as a second sightseeing spot.

But now, it should still be on the road, so there are not many tourists.

When summer arrived at Qingce Village, it was just in the early morning, and the hard-working villagers had already started their preparations for the day.

After passing several houses built on slopes with special methods, and then passing the archway at the entrance of the village, you can see a drunk driver with three or four tables.

The old man with gray hair and beard is the stall owner, remembered as "Uncle Kai".

"Guests from afar, come and drink tea..." The old man greeted warmly.

When he doesn't need to work in the fields, Uncle Kai runs this tea shop and sells homemade large bowls of tea and snacks to tourists.

"Next time, definitely!" Xia Xia received support from Hu Tao's four big buns, so he was half full, so he didn't want to stay in a hurry.

Continuing on, there is a short bridge, next to a waterwheel stirring the flowing water, which belongs to the owner of the mill.

The aunt "Xiao Bai", who inherited his father's family business, started selling: "Do you want some tofu? My family's tofu guarantees your satisfaction!"

Her business is always good, tofu sells out quickly, and sometimes tourists have to compete with locals.

Relying on the understanding in memory, Xia Xia walked to the depths lightly.

Uphill in front is the village head's house. There lives an old grandmother named "Ruoxin". Because the name is very nice, I always remember it in summer.

In fact, Grandma Ruoxin is not the village head, but because of her enthusiasm, she has been doing the village head work, and over time, she is respected by the villagers as the village head.

Grandma Ruoxin used to be an actor in Liyuegang and Yu Teahouse. She also lived a glamorous life and was once sought after by thousands of people.

But those, for her, are like the status of an actor, nothing is real.

She always yearns for a plain rural life, and once had an unforgettable love, but in the end...the "him" who belonged to her failed to fulfill her promise.

Compared with the feelings of the two, they still chose the ship that took the risky voyage.

The so-called promise of returning to Qingce Mountain together is only left to Grandma Ruoxin's lonely adherence.

When someone asked, "After so many years, are you still waiting for him?"

Grandma Ruoxin would laugh "haha": "Haha, who knows... After all, it doesn't matter if you are an old man..."

Xia Xia wondered if the grandmother Ruoxin was the real big adventurer "Stanley".

Thinking about it now, what a luxury it would be to be able to stay together in a different world full of dangers everywhere.

When it was time to sigh, Xia Xia had already climbed from the stairs to the high platform behind the village chief's house.

There is an old house there.

Even though it is dilapidated, you can still vaguely see the glory of the year, and it should have been a big family in the past.

The overall structure is very old. Fortunately, the mountain next to it is a whole piece of rock, so there should be no danger of landslides.

In the yard in front of the house, there is a man in his thirties, sitting on a stone bench, thinking hard.

After approaching, I could hear him whispering softly, "How can I write the novel well?"

Being able to reasonably express the stories in your mind and get the approval of others is a very beautiful and romantic thing in itself.

But there are very few people who can do it.

Xia Tian couldn't answer such a profound question. If he could answer, he would have been a novelist long ago.

Aware that someone was coming, Chang Jiuye raised his eyes, his eyes full of hostility and vigilance: "Who are you? Is there anything? Tell me if you have something!"