Genshin Impact: Without the Eye of God, the Original Man Witnesses the Original

Jiang Yi stood on the edge of the cliff and thought to himself that it was a close call.

It was flying too fast, and there were too many wind elements accumulated on the sword, so it almost couldn't stop. It could only use the monster to vent the power of the sword.

"Flying Sword Master!" An adventurer subconsciously called out a nickname.

Jiang Yi frowned, not very satisfied.

Why don’t you call me Sword Immortal?

He really wanted to continue to maintain his status and handsomeness, but he found that without the sword spirit, the sword would not come back by itself. He had to either use his true energy to pull it back or pick it up himself.

"..."

"Forget it, I'll take the title of Sword Immortal later."

The two options are actually similar. Jiang Yi moved and chose to pick it up.

It passed by like the wind and appeared above the ruins the next second. The cyan-gold sword turned into a spot of light and returned to his body.

The others' eyes blurred and they found that the Relic Hunter was scattered like building blocks, turning into numerous fragments and disappearing into Jiang Yi's backpack.

"This speed?" Tartaglia's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

Jiang Yi confronted him: "Sir? The Fatui executive officer. Compared to the 'lady', you have a lot of free time."

"So you heard my introduction. The Lady and I are not the same kind of people. You don't have to be too prejudiced against me." Tartaglia said, "Liyue is controlled by the Seven Stars. We, the Fatui, can't make any big waves."

Jiang Yi did not comment and looked at Zhongli next to Tartaglia: "Who is this..."

"The guest of the Rebirth Hall, Zhongli!" Zhongli's voice was impressive as soon as he opened his mouth.

All three of them were masters at pretending to be confused. Two of them hid their own plans and intentions, and one hid a secret he knew. They started chatting with each other.

As night fell, the onlookers prepared to set up a tent and go down the mountain tomorrow.

"It's a rare opportunity to see the night view of Liyue Harbor here!"

Zhongli looked at Jiang Yi who was taking pictures with the camera.

The moonlight fell on the other person's body, and a silver-white pill that looked like condensed ice appeared and disappeared, hanging seven moons.

The fact that he could use Fontaine's small items so skillfully meant that he was very receptive to things in Teyvat, even... strangely familiar with them.

Refining oneself into an ancient tree with mysterious concepts means that the other party is not only studious and has acquired the knowledge of Teyvat, but also has integrated that knowledge as a step to pursue power.

The subtle emotional expressions conceal the loneliness and stubbornness of the wanderer.

Zhongli has observed countless people, and after just a short period of time together, he can roughly understand what kind of person the other person is and what kind of personality he has.

Good and bad, good and evil, virtue or no virtue…

In this way, the perspectives of old friends and those who exist can be verified, which will determine the depth of future friendships.

"Take a picture for me too?" Tartaglia was quite outgoing and said this while striking an extremely handsome pose with his back facing Liyue Harbor.

Jiang Yi reluctantly took a few photos of the other party and also took a photo with the executive.

"Next time, ask my brother to come to Tianheng Mountain to play too!" Dadalia took the photos and prepared to send them back to Zhidong.

He looks more like a brother who dotes on his family rather than a terrifying executive officer.

"Mr. Zhongli, do you want to take a picture?" Jiang Yi pushed away Tartaglia who still wanted to take a picture and moved in front of Zhongli.

"Turning the beauty of a moment into an eternal image." Zhongli looked at the photo, "No painting skills are needed, everyone can keep precious memories! Very good! Very good!"

Zhongli walked over, and his every move and every gesture revealed a temperament that made the photos look great no matter how they were taken.

"Photo with the gods!" After Jiang Yi took a photo of the Emperor alone, he went over and took two photos with Zhongli.

From now on, if you pray to the photo, maybe you will be able to make a lot of money.

"Although the view from the top of the mountain is beautiful, it is still very cold at night. The strong wind and the morning dew will make ordinary people who are not prepared sick!"

Zhongli looked at the mortals gathered together. The cakes from the stalls became midnight snacks and the tables became bonfires.

Jiang Yi thought about it, walked into the ruins, and soon his sword was full of energy, and all the dangers were cleared away.

"Old Zhang, let them spend the night in the ruins!" He said to the people in the blacksmith shop, "They are here to test the sword of Tianheng. It would not be good to leave some bad memories here!"

"Your Excellency is very considerate!" Old Zhang hurried to inform the onlookers.

"Mr. Zhongli, sir, can you go back to Liyue Harbor?" Jiang Yi came to the edge of the cliff and asked. He didn't want to stay in the cold wind here. Wouldn't it be nice to go back to Liyue Harbor and live in a restaurant?

"You can go back!" Zhongli put his hands behind his back. "Today, there will be no performance by Mr. Yun, the famous actor from Liyue Harbor. But three bowls of Huyan's food is not bad, and the storyteller's story is also quite interesting!"

"Fly back?" Tartaglia looked at Liyue Harbor below. He didn't mind jumping down.

"Jiang Yi, how about using your sword to carry us back?" Tartaglia said generously, "I'll buy you drinks tonight!"

Jiang Yi really wanted to refuse. A swordsman's sword, like the swordsman himself, should be respected. How could it be stepped on by others?

Moreover, the first time he carried people, he wanted to keep the frightened beautiful girl as the one to carry.

But... the young master with the nickname "wallet" in this game came to him on his own initiative, and it was hard for him to imagine Zhongli flying on the sword, so he was a little tempted.

He took out the Four Winds Rock Slasher.

After the sword came into the world, its attributes as a means of transportation seemed to suppress its attributes as a weapon.

“Don’t blame me if you fall! After all, I have never tried to lead people, and I am not very skilled in the operation!” Jiang Yi stood on the tip of the sword, and his true energy turned into a shell, wrapping the cyan-gold sword edge.

"Power beyond the seven elements!" Tartaglia observed this mysterious energy again. He had noticed it before, but now that he stepped on it, he felt the thickness of the energy.

Jiang Yi knew that this move would make the young master more aware of his strength, but he has been improving, and the strength he has exposed now will become a trap to confuse the opponent in the future.

Tartaglia stepped on the sword blade, and Zhongli stepped on the hilt at the back.

A golden light spurted out from the Four Winds Slashing Rock. Jiang Yi really wanted to know whether the concept of "flying with the gods" could be transformed into nutrients for the sword.

Will the sword's status be comparable to that of the Rock King's chariot?

The sword bears witness to everything.

The green wind surged, and the sword caught the airflow and glided towards Liyue Harbor.

Like a meteor flying across the night sky, under the nervous expressions of Qianyan Army, three figures fell in the cyan-gold light ball.

"This feeling of flying is much more comfortable than using the elements or the Mondstadt Wind Wings! It's just that your shield is a bit redundant!" Tartaglia prefers the feeling of having her hair messed up by the wind at extremely fast speeds.

"Suitable for viewing mountains and rivers!" Zhongli actually prefers the shield to block the wind.

"Three bowls is not enough!" Jiang Yi walked towards the restaurant, "Mr. Zhongli, do you have any wine or dishes to recommend?"

He trusted Zhongli's taste, and the drinks and dishes he ordered must be the most delicious or the most expensive.

I will eat as much as I want later and eat until I am half full.

"This is the Gangkou Laojiao that is highly praised by the market. It is not like the taverns in Mond that sell fruit juice. It only has various kinds of wine." Zhongli ordered a few bottles of the best wine and ordered seven or eight dishes.

“The so-called praise in the market means not only good wine, but also good environment!”

Listening to the storyteller's voice, Jiang Yi remembered a dream he had when he first came to Teyvat, which was to become a storyteller and make money.

The past is gone with the wind, and he no longer has this idea in his mind, but when he thinks of the name of this restaurant, he recalls a story.

"Speaking of which, the phrase 'Three bowls of rice cannot pass through the port' reminds me of a story from my hometown, 'Three bowls of rice cannot pass through the hill'."

"Oh!" Zhongli was curious, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Yi drank his wine and said, "This is the home court of the storyteller Tian Tiezui. I won't steal his limelight. Wait until he finishes, and then I'll talk to you guys alone!"

"Your hometown..." Tartaglia remembered the intelligence that the other party seemed to be from another world.

When he first saw this story, he almost laughed out loud, thinking it was just a little kid's middle school fantasy.

Now, it doesn’t seem fake.

When the storyteller stopped, Jiang Yi asked the boss to continue serving the dishes and tapped the table, saying, "The story I'm telling is called Wu Song Fighting the Tiger!"