Genshin Impact: The Great Evil Dragon’s Death System

The younger ones could only sit in the outer room, such as Klee, Yaoyao, Qiqi, etc. Hu Tao didn't dare to act rashly and also chose to sit outside.

What is Jing Fantian's status? How can he be seated with these juniors?

But the seats for gods in the inner room were already full, and if he wanted to squeeze in, someone had to make room.

You are all elders of the immortal family, and your reputation is greater than his. Who can give up his seat for him?

Jing Fantian found Guoba, who looked easy to bully.

"Uncle Guoba, you have watched my nephew grow up, can you give me a seat?"

"Lulu~"

Guoba showed a happy expression and gave up his seat.

Liu Yun beat Jing Fantian away and said, "You are such a beast! Guoba is the devil of the stove, the one who is most qualified to sit at the same table with the three gods. Don't bully the stove king and make him lose his intellect."

"Kitchen King, sit down. You have done a great favor to Liyue. This little evil dragon can never compare to that. Don't listen to his nonsense."

Jing Fantian looked at Changsheng again, and the other party gave him a contemptuous expression.

"What are you looking at? I don't have a seat. Do you want to lie on the table too?"

Jing Fantian snorted, "I am the Dragon King, how can I be the same as a shameless snake like you? There must be a place for me at this feast of the gods."

Jing Fantian walked up to Gan Yu and said with a smile, "Senior Sister, let me sit here with you. I'll hold you and pick up some food for you later."

"Grudge from Ganyu, +100 constellation points."

Ganyu's face turned red, and Liuyun ran over and grabbed Jing Fantian's ears.

"You evil creature, don't bully my Ganyu."

"Okay, don't bully her, don't bully her."

In the end, Jing Fantian had no choice but to transform into his original form, and then use the method of transformation to shrink his body, becoming as big as Changsheng, and squeezing into the seat of the gods like a lizard.

"Ningguang, you are such a fool! Can't you make the table bigger? I can't even find my seat now."

Changsheng taunted, "Hey, isn't this our Brahma Dragon King? How did you turn into a little lizard?"

Jing Fantian glanced at her and said, "A dragon can be big or small, can rise or hide. When it is big, it can create clouds and mist, and when it is small, it can hide its shape. When it rises, it can fly in the universe, and when it hides, it can lurk in the waves."

"Now that spring is deep, the dragon takes advantage of the changing season, just like a man who has achieved his ambition and travels the world. The dragon is like a hero in the world."

The immortals thought that Jing Fantian was going to argue again, but they didn't expect him to say something earth-shattering.

All the immortals are cultural immortals, proficient in both literature and science. They can naturally understand the meaning of Jing Fantian's words, which is the magnanimity of a hero who does not care about his origin and can bend and stretch.

Zhongli nodded repeatedly, carefully savoring Jing Fantian's words. When he became interested, he picked up the wine glass and drank.

"Interesting, interesting, my son Brahma is very talented, just like me, just like me."

The old man is happy! Although this rebellious son is suffocating in operation, his literary talent is outstanding and does not embarrass him.

Even the great poet Wendy praised him: "I have learned your Liyue style of writing, Brahma, this dragon talk is really extraordinary, it will surely be a good story if told to others. Write it down, I want to write it down."

"Resentment from Changsheng, +100 constellation points."

Changsheng seemed to be hit hard. She was about to confront the little dragon, but the opponent directly used his power and refuted her with literary talent. This time, she was defeated miserably.

"Damn it! You have never been educated and have never even attended a private school. How can you say such things? You must have copied them from someone else."

Jing Fantian laughed: "Changsheng, you are jealous of my literary talent. I am known as the Immortal Poet in the cultural circle of Liyue Port. For example, have you read the "Brahma Poetry Collection" published by Feiyun Chamber of Commerce?"

"Every piece is a masterpiece, every sentence is a masterpiece. Copying? If I were to copy, where would I be able to copy so many?"

Zhongli can testify: "My fellow immortal Yaojun, this is how narrow-minded you are. My son Fantian has the qualities of a poet. I have read his "Fantian Poetry Collection", and they are indeed all excellent works."

"For example, in one of the articles, "On the Clouds of Liyue Harbor," it says, "After getting drunk, I didn't realize the sky was under the water, and the whole boat was filled with clear dreams that overwhelmed the stars. This sentence can be said to have dominated Liyue Harbor and dominated the trend for hundreds of years."

Changsheng couldn't help but feel jealous after hearing this: "After getting drunk, I didn't know the sky was over the water, and the boat was full of clear dreams pressing down on the stars. Damn, it's written so well, how can this not be my style?"

"After getting drunk, I didn't know the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of sweet dreams that pressed down the stars..."

Wendy recited the famous line that Zhongli had just said. He was a bard and had read poems from various countries. Among them, the most poetic was Liyue, whose artistic conception was unmatched by any other country.

Wendy is also a poet of some note. After listening to Jing Fantian's poem, she couldn't help herself.

"Where is Feiyun Chamber of Commerce? I want to buy the "Brahma Poetry Collection"."

Zhongli smiled and said, "You don't have to run around. I have several copies collected in my cave. I'll give them to you later."

"Thank you, old friend."

Wendy couldn't stop being happy.

Jing Fantian laughed even louder, and kept saying to the immortals: "Excuse me, excuse me."

Changsheng didn't believe that Jing Fantian had such writing skills, and said jealously: "Little evil dragon, I don't believe you have the writing skills of a poet. Even if your poems are all masterpieces, you must have copied them from somewhere."

Jing Fantian lost his appetite after hearing this. He put down the crab leg he was eating and angrily said to Changsheng: "Stinky snake, you actually doubt my literary talent? It seems that there are too many suspected rebels in your snake tribe. Do we have to issue the order to kill the snakes?"

"Resentment from Changsheng, +100 constellation points."

"Look, you're in a hurry again. I just doubted your writing skills, and you're in a hurry to slaughter my entire family. Isn't this a guilty conscience?"

Changsheng raised his snake head and confronted Jing Fantian aggressively.

Jing Fantian did feel guilty, but he was shameless. Even if he had copied the poem himself, could Teyvat find the original owner of the poem?

He shouted, "Changsheng, today I will compose a poem in seven steps, and let you see if my reputation as a poet is just for show."

Changsheng snorted, "Okay, you can write a poem in seven steps. I want to see what the title is."

Changsheng looked around and suddenly stared at the tall Tianheng Mountain outside the window. It stood majestically in the dark night like a giant guarding Liyue’s fireworks.

"You can use Tianheng Mountain as the subject, and the mountain as the person, to think of Yixiao Daotian Zhenjun."

As soon as Changsheng said this, all the immortals looked towards Tianheng Mountain. The banquet felt less pleasant and more... heavy.

They can drink, write poetry, brag and chat here because of the heroes they once were.

Xueyue sighed deeply: "Liyue carries the hopes of too many people. When Tianheng Mountain collapsed, Yixiao used his horns to support the entire mountain in order to protect the people of Liyue Port, and he..."

"He shed his last drop of blood in that battle and passed away."

Zhongli praised Changsheng: "Mr. Yao, your suggestion of using Tianheng Mountain and Missing the Sky as the theme is great. Heroes should not be forgotten, and history should not be changed at will."

He then glanced at Jing Fantian who was deep in thought: "How is it? Fantian, have you figured it out?"

Jing Fantian's eyes lit up, and he gestured with his fingers, "Hey, I'll make you a bowl of noodles to try, you wait."

Changsheng quickly blocked Jing Fantian's way and said with a snort of laughter, "Don't even think about running away. If you can't compose a poem in seven steps today, you have to give up your title of Immortal Poet to me, and your "Collection of Poems by Fantian" must be changed to "Collection of Poems by Changsheng"."

Jing Fantian pointed at the other party and cursed: "Okay! Changsheng, so this is what you were thinking, you wanted to plagiarize my writing style."

Changsheng snorted: "Do you dare?"

Jing Fantian laughed: "It's just a poem praising the mountain, just wait and see!"

Jing Fantian looked up at Tianheng Mountain and took two steps with great momentum.

Changsheng stared at him closely. With such confidence, could this guy really be the immortal poet?

"In that case, then I will make a fool of myself!"

Jing Fantian looked at the mountain and suddenly chanted, "From a distance, Hengshan looks dark and thin at the top and thick at the bottom. If you turn Hengshan upside down, it would be thin at the bottom and thick at the top."

"I am not talented, but I would like to invite you to enjoy this masterpiece together."

"..."

You really made a fool of yourself!