Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

"Hey, hey! Have the wooden boards over there been polished?"

"Come on, come on! The last one!"

"Take it!"

"Hello!"

The last planks were stacked up, and the man who asked the question picked them up and carried them on his shoulders.

"Are these wooden boards used to build beams?" Shang Zhaoyue walked over at the right time and walked side by side with him, asking by the way.

"Are you... that ally of Prince Yan?" The man suddenly paused, weighed the wood and said, "It's not a beam, it's the wood used for the archway in the east."

"We in Liyue have always opened our doors to do business with neighborhood gatherings. We can't do business without a grand door. The sudden flood washed away everything in Guiliji, otherwise we would all want to go back and move some ready-made items.

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"Then, it's really a pity," Shang Zhaoyue showed an awkward but polite smile, "Morax will leave many things to you to solve by yourself. Do you find it hard sometimes?"

"You are asking, it must be a bit hard, but we all understand what Prince Yan means. The gods are not our nannies. On the contrary, he is our last guarantee. We cannot trouble the gods if we can solve things by ourselves."

"Excuse me, please do your work first." After getting the answer she wanted, Shangshang Zhaoyue didn't bother much, turned around and branched off into another road, preparing to go deep into the forest to cut down some firewood.

After receiving Zhongli's commission, he went directly to cut down the most primitive firewood and came back to let people process it themselves.

Don't worry about cutting down trees, you really have found the right person.

With the extreme sharpness of the clouds in the sky, when Shangshang Zhaoyue cut down the tree, he swept across a large area.

The sword light slashed through, and tons of trees fell down. The sound of collapse was almost continuous, and those who didn't know thought that the mountain collapsed.

"Thank you for your hard work, let us leave the rest to ourselves," Shangshan Zhaoyue didn't need to say more. The men who followed took turns to pick up the fallen trees one by one. Two people lifted one tree, and the division of labor was clear.

"Don't you want me to help with transportation?" Shang Shang Zhaoyue asked the same question to one of the workers.

"Are you kidding? You immortals are our guides and have helped us overcome many obstacles along the way. We don't have much ability, but we still have the strength to carry wood. If we are unwilling to do anything within our capabilities, what qualifications do we have?

They are called the people of the Rock God.”

"This..." Shangshan Zhaoyue secretly clicked her tongue, her ideological consciousness was really high.

It can be seen that the spots on the road are being cleaned up, and the revitalized Liyue Port is gradually becoming prosperous, with faint traces of development for later generations.

On the road, you can see immortals who like people walking through the market, contributing their own strength. As for Zhongli and Guizhi, they are mostly in Jueyunjian.

Immortals often gather there to reminisce and chat.

The current situation has been calmed down in most places in Liyue, and no demon god can compete with Morax, the Demon God of Rock.

Shangshang Zhaoyue once asked about the news in the Mondstadt area, but Morax didn't know either. The stone door in the middle almost blocked the sight and hearing. It was difficult for Zhongli to find out the news there. He didn't even know about the existence of the lonely king in the tower.

It is worth mentioning that thanks to her hard work against Osel, Shangshan Zhaoyue was released early.

"You have already paid enough, and if you continue to ask for more, I will be greedy. I only recognize help within the scope of the contract, and I should not continue to use this contract to bind you now."

"This guy is very talkative. Anyway, thank you."

After listening to Gui Zhong's interpretation, Zhong Li showed helplessness visible to the naked eye.

In fact, the devil also has a wife, and Shangshang Zhaoyue only knew that Osel had a wife after hearing Gui Jiu mention it.

Shang Shang Zhaoyue was quite surprised. He never thought that the fierce eight-headed sea snake could find true love.

But after hearing it finally mentioned in front of Zhongli, he seemed to understand something again, and Maxius seemed to be trying to understand it, but all it came out was just a whisper, and almost no one could understand it.

"How pitiful..."

Walking through the market, Shangshang Zhaoyue suddenly heard someone whispering.

He subconsciously let go of his hearing and instantly heard the chat between the man and his companions.

"That guy Yan San, his wife and daughter are both dead."

"Yes, it is said that it is a severe wind and cold. Although the immortals took good care of it, the distant water cannot save the nearby fire, and the disease is too fast."

"What now?"

"What should I do? Some time ago, he locked himself up all day long and never saw anyone. But recently, it is said that he got a spell from an immortal and was able to see the two of them for the last time during the first seven days."

"Is it that kind of soul-calling spell?"

"Yes, he is an immortal after all."

"A spell to summon souls?" Shangshang Zhaoyue thought thoughtfully. He jumped a few times and disappeared under the newly built eaves.

In the mountains and fields, a young immortal stood quietly. He was facing the wind on a protruding stone peak, his eyes staring down at the man crying at the graves of his wife and daughter.

"Human beings are so fragile," he sighed quietly and turned away, as if he couldn't bear it, but there was clearly no emotion on his face, as if he was wearing an iron mask.

Suddenly, his body froze, and then he turned around like a tiger and leopard that had discovered its prey, staring at something behind him. The green light in his eyes rose, and a green gun appeared in his hand. He gathered his strength.

Ready to go, there are faint signs of a big fight.

"I thought it was Zhenjun Liuyun Jiefeng and the others, or the remnants of some other gods, but I didn't expect it was you." Shang Zhaoyue walked out from behind the stone with her hands spread out, her expression calm and unafraid.

"Is that you?" Mandrill put down the gun and looked slightly relaxed.

He continued to turn around and looked at the man who was placing the incense burner and other items for sacrifice according to the instructions. Zhaoyue, wearing a shirt, walked up and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to see which immortal would be so kind-hearted," Shangshan Zhaoyue said.

"I just happened to be asked to do it. After all, I worked under the God of Death earlier and had many ways to summon souls," he said.

"This method will damage the spiritual life of the spiritualists, and they won't like it," Mandrill continued, "and please don't talk nonsense."

"Yakshas have just integrated into the group of immortals. I don't want them to be implicated because of me."

"Am I the kind of person with a big mouth?" Shangshan Zhaoyue said, "Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense."

"Thank you," Mandrill's voice was still cold, but a hint of gratitude could be heard.

"It's because he wanted to see his dead wife and daughter, otherwise I wouldn't teach this technique." Mandrill also made a special explanation, but Shang Zhaoyue already knew the whole story, so his words were unnecessary.

"Remember to erase his memory afterward, especially the specific steps of the ceremony." Shangshan Zhaoyue left, without further disturbing the gentle Yasha.