Genshin Impact: The purity at the beginning is directly maxed out

In the Hall of Rebirth, Zhongli was taking Wendy, Nasida and Hutao sitting at a table playing mahjong.

It just so happened that Hutao recently took on a huge order, which was enough to allow her to go to Shengshengtang without work for quite some time. Hutao is even considering whether to hand over the Palace of Purity to others for a while, and then travel to other countries with the guest.

And Ruo Tuo was lying on the bed on the side, sleeping soundly.

Hu Tao was looking at the cards in his hand with a troubled face at this time. Hey, there was probably no way to win this hand.

Fortunately, they don't play Mora, otherwise she, the master of the Hall of Rebirth, would have lost all her underwear.

"Well, Erbing, by the way, Nasida, are you really okay if you don't return to Sumeru? Aren't you the god of Sumeru?"

After listening to Hu Tao's words, Nasida also shook her ears and said obediently.

"It's okay. Xumi's matter has basically been settled, and the current God of Grass is Ye Qing. I'm considered retired."

Zhongli on the side also nodded silently, well, it is better to retire. Only retirement and fishing is the final destination of the gods.

Nacida was only five hundred years old and accomplished what she had accomplished when she was more than 6000 years old. This was equivalent to avoiding more than 5000 years of detours.

However, Hu Tao looked at Nasida and couldn't help but shook her head and said with some sigh.

"To be honest, I originally thought that the gods would be as majestic as our Lord Rock, or as mysterious as the Wind God in Mondstadt. I didn't expect you to be quite approachable, Nasida."

Listening to Hu Tao's words, Nasida also quietly looked at Wendy and Zhongli sitting on both sides of her, majestic and mysterious...

Well, it seems, there is no problem.

"Actually, it's okay. Maybe it's because I don't have as much strength as the two of them. I'm just a five-hundred-year-old and not a very qualified god..."

"Hi, it's okay."

Hutao said to Nasida carelessly.

"Even if you are not a qualified god, my descendants of the Rebirth Hall will definitely make your ceremony of sending immortals a success for you!"

"Let me tell you, it was our Goshen Hall that organized the ceremony for sending the immortals to the old man Yan Shen. Although I don't know what Yan Shen's opinion is, my guest said that the God of Yan was quite satisfied with the ceremony."

Nasida: "..."

Indeed, Iwagami did it himself, how can he be dissatisfied?

As for Hutao, she couldn't help but shook her head with regret as she spoke.

"Oh, it's such a pity. I collected the funds for the ceremony of sending immortals that you booked, Naxida, but my hall master will definitely not be able to participate in your ceremony. But don't worry, I will definitely leave the ancestral teachings. When the time comes, I’ll do it for you with great success!”

Speaking of this, Hu Tao suddenly remembered something and slammed the table.

"By the way, there is a wind god in Mondstadt next door who is from the same era as the old man Yanshen!"

"Maybe I can catch up with the wind god and his old man's immortal ceremony!"

"puff!!!"

Wendy, who was drinking, couldn't hold back and squirted out. Is this his gift-giving ceremony? To be honest, it would be better if this thing can be done later.

Mondstadt is no better than Liyue. Although Mondstadt is different from him now, if he really dies, then he doesn't have to think about it to know what kind of chaos Mondstadt will be.

"Eh? What's wrong Wendy?"

Hutao looked at Wendy who suddenly sprayed wine and suddenly thought of something, and then said to Wendy with an apologetic look.

"Ah ah ah, this hall master forgot, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to curse the old man Fengshen!"

"Cough, cough, it's okay, cough..."

Zhongli glanced at the cards that Hutao had replaced while banging the table and the six strips he had just thrown out, and silently hid the three six strips in the cards.

"It's okay, Hall Master. I think Fengshen knows that Hall Master, you want him to have a beautiful ceremony for sending immortals. I'm afraid it's too late for him to be happy. You say so, Wendy."

"Ahem, yes, ahem..."

Nasida looked at Zhongli and Wendy and couldn't help but lowered her head silently. Seeing that Fengshen and Yanshen are having a lot of fun playing trumpets, by the way, do you want to have a trumpet yourself?

Well, let’s go back to Xumi to study it later.

However, before Nasida could figure out how to go back and open the trumpet, with a flash of golden light, a tightly wrapped skirmisher was couriered over by Ye Qing using the Flying Thunder God.

When Hutao saw this, he pushed the card and jumped out.

"Ke Qing, look quickly, there is someone here!"

Zhong Li was a little surprised when he looked at the soldiers, but he still took off the note attached to the soldiers' heads.

[This is Balzebul's great son, Thunder Cannon. I will leave it with you for a few days. By the way, this guy has a dirty mouth. Remember to teach that nerdy girl a lesson. 】

【Ye Qing】

At this time, the skirmishers were breathing heavily, and then looked at everyone in the room fiercely.

"You bunch of idiots..."

Before he could finish speaking, the second half of the sentence was swallowed back by the skirmisher.

Good guys, God of Wind, God of Rock, God of Grass, is this a gathering of gods?

Although he is not smart, he is not stupid! Although he knew that neither the Wind God nor the Rock God had the Heart of God, he knew that the power of the first-generation gods did not entirely rely on the Heart of God.

These first-generation gods were not named the Seven Gods because they had the Heart of God, but they were given the Heart of God because they had the power of God.

Otherwise, why did Tianli give them the Heart of God? Could it be because they liked it?

But a second-generation god...if he had the Heart of God as an energy supply, he probably wouldn't be weaker than a second-generation god.

Moreover, according to the Queen, Morax's temper was not good before. It might be fine if he sneered at Fengshen, but if he swore at Morax...

I'm afraid that he will be dismantled into pieces soon, right?

So the skirmishers looked at Zhongli, whose expression showed no change in front of him, and forcefully forced out a smile.

"Why haven't you eaten yet? What time is it? It's not good for your stomach if you don't eat anymore."

"Then what, if you don't know what to eat, why don't you untie it for me and I'll treat you to something to eat?"

Hu Tao looked at the skirmisher who was smiling, and scratched his head in confusion.

"Eh? This little brother, why do I feel like that's not what you wanted to say just now?"

The skirmishers couldn't help laughing after hearing Hu Tao's words.

"Ahaha, what is that? My wife, Mrs. Dao, speaks Liyue with a slight accent. It's normal."

"Eh? Is it?"

Although something still felt a little wrong, Hu Tao didn't think too much and turned to look at Zhongli.

Zhongli looked at the stragglers and silently put away the note in his hand. Well, he even knew how to invite him to dinner. Yes, I heard the truth.

"No problem, it's the person Ye Qing sent here. Master, please prepare a coffin first, and then we'll go have dinner."