Chapter 8 Encounter with Ning Rongrong

Zhongli did not immediately go to find the Shrek Academy or Tang San's group. Anyway, the Shrek Academy was there and would not run away. He first took Ying and wandered around Soto City.

When Ying was in Inazuma, she was always a homebody, able to stay in her own pure land for hundreds of years without coming out; but Zhongli is different. Outsiders only know that he is the invincible Rock King Emperor in Morax and the battlefield of the Demon God; but he has many other identities, and even worked as a guest official of the "Wangsheng Hall".
Walking birds, listening to music, eating delicious food, and reading storytelling are all hobbies of the old men in Liyue Harbor. Zhongli is one of them. In fact, he can be said to be a master among them. In layman's terms, he is the most experienced man in Liyue Harbor for thousands of years.
Of course, the experience of shopping in Douluo Continent is very different from that in Liyue. The scenery, customs, and entertainment here are completely different from any other place in Liyue, and may be a little closer to other countries in Teyvat. He heard a bard singing, singing about a legendary ancient hero who protected human cities from the attack of the beast tide, united human soul masters, used the power of light to drive out evil spirits, established ancient beliefs, and finally became a god but left this world in a low-key manner. Zhongli listened with relish.

"Are these stories true? I never thought that there would be such legendary figures in Douluo Continent."

After leaving, Shadow asked with a thoughtful look in his purple eyes.

"Maybe it's true. Or maybe part of it is a real story. The epics and stories sung by poets are usually not pure fiction. There are often real story prototypes behind them. But sometimes it doesn't happen to one person."

Zhongli said with interest.

He had heard so many storytellings on the continent of Teyvat, so he naturally felt the most deeply about this. For example, some of the ancient demon gods of Liyue, such as the God of the Hearth, Marcosius, and the Demon God of Dust, Guizhong, their beliefs had long since dissipated, and their specific deeds had long since disappeared from history books. However, in legends, some fragments of their deeds have been passed down. Moreover, most of them were finally embodied in the body of the Rock King Morax.
Perhaps, this can also be considered a kind of inheritance of faith.

For example, the story that the bard just sang reminded him of the ancient existence in the original work, the first generation of angel god who existed in the background story and created the Spirit Hall. However, that existence was different from the later Sea God Tang San, and did not leave many traces of his existence; even in the Spirit Hall that he left behind, it was forgotten by most people, and only the Worship Hall was still watching over his existence.

Zhongli couldn't help but feel a little relieved for a moment; what would happen if he came to Douluo Continent ten thousand years later? Then I'm afraid that the epics and legends he heard everywhere would revolve around that blue-haired jerk. Everything would be related to him, just like when he was in Liyue. If that were the case, then the experience of leisurely wandering in the mortal world would be a bit disappointing.

Hmm. Is it necessary for me to prevent such things from happening on this continent?

"Okay, okay! Come on! Beat him to death!"

"Master White Tiger! Awesome!"

The noisy sounds kept coming into her ears, as if she was in a frenzy of ocean. Ying frowned slightly; she was really a little uncomfortable with such a place.

This is a huge circular venue with a huge crowd of people; from the appearance, it looks a bit like the ancient dueling arena in Fontainebleau, and the atmosphere is more like the popular arena in Nata.

Inside the venue, there is more than one circular arena, on which soul masters are fighting, and commentators are passionately explaining the situation on the arena.

"Quick, look at him holding up the Panlong stick and fighting alone!"

"Kalim skillfully sent out a soul skill, cooperating with Aveiro! The ultimate kill! As graceful as a startled swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon!"

“Ah, Evil-eyed White Tiger, don’t kill me! Ahh ...

Zhongli and Ying looked at the competition stage in front of them. A blond young man had won three consecutive games. He put away his sharp claws and needle-like hair, turned to face the audience, and elegantly put his hands in front of him to salute. The young man was handsome, with a pair of strange double pupils, and a somewhat smug look on his face.

"Hey, Zhongli?"

A surprised voice suddenly sounded behind Zhongli, and Zhongli turned around.

"Rongrong, long time no see."

Zhongli also smiled gently and said. The girl in the green skirt happily rushed forward and gave Zhongli a big hug. Zhongli didn't expect that after not seeing him for two years, this young lady would be so enthusiastic to see him.

What he didn't notice was that not far away, a bearded young man's face suddenly froze, and then a deep gloom flashed in his peach blossom eyes, and his fingers dug deeply into his flesh.

It was a long time before Ning Rongrong let Zhongli go, with a hint of excitement about seeing an old friend on her face.

"Gailuozi, why don't you stay in Tiandou City and come to this small place like Soto City?"

Ning Rongrong seemed to realize her own gaffe, her pretty face blushed slightly, and then she asked.

Before, when Ning Rongrong sneaked out of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect’s headquarters, she happened to meet Zhongli who was leaving the palace, so she naturally knew the "virtue" of this prince.

"It's just a private visit. As for you, I heard that you have left the sect and gone to Shrek Academy. What do you think of this academy?"

Zhongli smiled faintly and asked.

"Well, this place is completely different from the sect. At the beginning, I was very uncomfortable in Shrek and had many conflicts with everyone. However, later I realized that not everywhere is the same as in the sect."

A hint of sadness flashed across Ning Rongrong's face, then quickly turned bright again as she spoke.

"Is that so? If so, remember to introduce us to the friends you meet here when the time comes."

Zhongli smiled imperceptibly and said.

Ying just glanced at the young man in the distance who had a gloomy face and even murderous intent between his brows, and then looked away.

While Dai Mubai was resting on the fighting stage, the young man walked into Dai Mubai's VIP lounge unnoticed, his eyes full of coldness.

"Brother Li, do you want to try fighting spirits when you come here? I found that fighting spirits can improve strength faster than normal training in the sect. The academy doesn't have anything else to do right now, so they bring us here to fight spirits every day. This can improve our strength and make money, killing two birds with one stone."

Ning Rongrong was still talking excitedly.

"I'm just here to take a look, I won't experience the fighting spirit yet. Sometimes I prefer to be a spectator rather than participate in it myself."

Zhongli declined politely.

He really wasn't interested in this kind of soul fighting between low-level soul masters; when he was the Rock King Emperor, he had experienced life-and-death duels between demons countless times.

"Boy, you came to the fighting arena and only knew how to look at it, but you don't dare to really go in? Generally speaking, this is not what a man should say!"

A somewhat harsh voice suddenly came from behind Zhongli.

(End of this chapter)

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