Primordial God: Tenryou Is The Head Of This Matter

Pick the star cliff.

It is one of the holiest places in the hearts of all Monds.

This is not only because of the most abundant Cecilian flowers in all of Mond, but also because in all the stories of the poems and ballads, the wind god Barbatos was originally born here.

Even children who have just learned how to speak in Mondstadt know that the legend says that the wind god was born here, holding the sky lyre, riding the wind, thus attracting the arrival of the sky dragon.

Since then, the god of wind has pacified the land and led the free people to build what is now Mondstadt.

Of course, how much of the residual truth in such legends and stories has long been known.

When everyone arrived, it was already noon.

Yura is not among them, and Koto is worried that the Wind Dragon will make too much movement in a while, so she is asked to dismiss the guerrilla team members who are on a mission nearby.

As the leader of the squad, Yura naturally agreed and went quickly.

Seeing Wendy pouring the collected dragon tears on the worn Sky Piano, a magical scene also appeared in front of everyone.

The already 'ordinary' Sky Qin burst into a brilliant green light at this time.

Seeing this scene, Qin clenched the divine eye on his body and said excitedly: "It's the power of the wind!"

"Lord Barbatos!"

Wendy, who called the whole call, was a little embarrassed, but still said with a straight face: "Ahem, so Ben Bard won't lie to you."

"Hmph, the one who sells the singing, count you a little skillful." Paimon patted Wendy's shoulder and grinned, "So, just wait for Miss Eura to come back, let's start, right?" "

Hmm..." Wendy didn't say anything more, just caressed the Sky Lyre with her hand, falling into thought.

Mo Han understood that the inconspicuous Lord Wind God beside him now had a stunned look in his eyes that he had never had before.

Wendy squatted down, then plucked a blue and white flower, twisted it in her hand, and seemed to think of some past events.

"Hey, singing, what's wrong with you?"

Paimon flew next to Wendy, and at the same time his eyes came to the flower itself.

"Oh," Wendy came back to her senses and smiled, "Just thinking of a friend."

Ying stepped forward, looked curiously at the petals in his hand, and spoke, "What kind of flower is this?"

Jean, who was on the side, enthusiastically explained: "This is the Cecilia flower, which in the historical records of Mond is a representative of more historical than dandelions." It

can be seen that this eldest daughter of the Gunhilde family should read a lot about Mond's history books.

At this moment, Wendy glanced at the scabbard on Mo Han's waist, blinked her eyes, and casually handed the Cecilia flower in her hand to the other party.

"Oh, little brother."

"To thank you for your help to me, this flower is given to you."

"Eh? Why send me flowers? Mo Han was stunned, but he subconsciously accepted this kindness.

"Hey, Cecilia flower, this is a symbol of Mond."

"It's the most appropriate gift for women."

Mo Han looked at such a nonsensical wind god, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"So, isn't this flower pinned to your head when you sing!"

"God is mysterious!"

"Hey, you found it."

While Paimon and Wendy were entangled together, Diluc stepped forward, as if to take a look around.

Ying frowned and looked in a certain direction.

"Traveler, what's wrong?"

"Where is...?"

"It was once the Temple of a Thousand Winds, and now it is long abandoned."

Ying muttered, "I always feel that there is some familiar feeling..."

Mo Han looked at the flower in his hand, towards Wendy's words, and glanced at the qin in front of him.

"Since the poets have said so, then give this flower to Miss Qin."

To his surprise, Jean, who had always been very calm, became restrained.

"Ahhh... I.. Me? "

Is there something out of place?" Mo Han scratched his head, "It's just an ordinary little flower..." "

I think the color of this flower is quite compatible with you."

"Or if you don't think it's appropriate, forget it..."

Wait a minute. Jean suddenly opened her mouth and took the white flower.

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't received flowers from others for a long time..."

"

I remember that Mond didn't have any wind flower festivals, and on such a day, I think you can also receive a lot of flowers."

Jean lowered her eyes slightly and did not answer.

In fact, there have always been many people who send flowers, but whether women accept them is another question.

What's more, this so-called Cecilia flower is another concept for the women of Mond...

Just thinking of the shadow lady who suddenly appeared, Jean also knew that she was not very suitable, so she diverted the topic.

Mo Han wanted to continue chatting with her, but he felt that the artifact around his waist was not honest again.

He quickly used his hand to comfort the other party, and whispered at the same time: "Okay, okay, I'll have to rely on you later." "

Stop playing tricks."

Shadow doesn't go too far in the pure land, and looks quite arrogant.

This guy, it turns out that he usually still engages in a little ambiguity behind his back, but fortunately, the puppet general left himself behind, and it is not bad to be an overseer....

At this moment, Eura also rushed over and beckoned to the group.

"All set, acting chief."

"Okay."

Jean took a deep breath and said to the wind god over there, "Then, Mr. Wendy, please."

"Okay, okay."

"Then it's up to me."

Wendy held the Sky Lyre in her arms, standing at the highest place, looking at the sea level in the distance.

"Hmm... Yes, this is it..."

Once where the story began.

"Goodbye to fate, this should belong to today's theme..."

"By the way, when Twalin appears in a while, don't be alarmed by it."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have the next chance."

As he said this, he glanced at the knife on Mo Han's waist again.

At this point, everyone nodded cautiously.

Wendy finally closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "Okay."

"The best bard on earth is about to begin to ripple his strings..." The

breeze blowing his clothes to meet the white Cecilian flowers actually made people feel very sacred.

Immediately afterwards, under the fluctuations of those god hands, the sky qin, which contained great power, finally began to make a sound...

This voice, there is a special magic, seems to make people forget troubles, forget worries, so that everyone present can't help but immerse themselves in it.

Until a certain moment, a huge dragon groan woke everyone up, and the wind and waves of the dragon wings hit everyone's faces.

Paimon's heart tightened, flew backwards, and hid behind Ying,

"Yes... It's Twalin! "

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