Chapter 262: The Method of Transforming a Sword into a Magical Weapon

"At noon that day, Wu Song was thirsty and saw a tavern in front of him. There was a flag in front of the door with five words written on it: 'Three bowls of rice and you won't get over the hill'."

Jiang Yi recalled the story and tried his best to translate the original text into Liyue language.

"The owner placed three bowls, a pair of chopsticks, a plate of hot food in front of Wu Song, and poured a bowl of wine. Wu Song picked up the bowl and drank it all..."

"The so-called 'three bowls and you can't get over the hill' means that the wine in his shop is stronger, more fragrant and more mellow. Most of the guests who come and go can't drink more than three bowls and fall drunk on the road, unable to get over the hill ahead."

Jiang Yi told the story slowly and leisurely, saying that Wu Song ignored the dissuasion, drank 18 bowls of wine, and went up the hill alone.

Tartaglia looked at the empty wine jars around him. Liyue's "Three Bowls and a Half" is also a strong liquor, and this kid has already drunk eighteen jars.

"Wu Song walked four or five miles and saw a big tree. He scraped off the bark and found two lines of words on it."

"There is a new big beast on Jingyang Hill, which has recently harmed people's lives... You can cross the hill in groups during the hours of Si, Wu, and Wei. At other times and alone, you are not allowed to cross the hill during the day, for fear of being harmed."

"After seeing this, Wu Song thought that the innkeeper was being deceitful and trying to intimidate his guests, so he stayed overnight in his inn. He continued to climb the mountain."

"Then he saw another official notice, which also said there was a tiger on Jingyang Ridge. Only then did he become convinced. But he couldn't save face, so at dusk, he took a whistle stick and walked into the mountain path."

Jiang Yi's face was slightly red and his breath reeked of alcohol.

"Halfway through, the alcohol took effect and Wu Song became hot and held the whistle stick in one hand and pulled open his collar with the other, exposing his chest."

"He stumbled and ran through the woods, and saw a large bare bluestone. He leaned his whistle stick against the side and wanted to rest and take a nap."

"A strong wind suddenly blew up... and there was a sound of fluttering behind the tree, and a huge white-browed insect with hanging eyes jumped out."

Jiang Yi's storytelling skills are not superb. He relies more on the ups and downs of the story itself to attract people, and adds a little action performance to make up for the lack of eloquence.

"It's too late to say it, but it will be soon..."

The diners who had not yet left heard his voice and couldn't help but come over to see who was telling the story.

Unfortunately, when I came over, the story was already half over.

"…It turns out that the big beast can catch people with just one pounce, one flip, and one cut; when it fails to catch them with these three methods, its temper will be half gone."

"...Wu Song dodged to one side again, raised his whistle stick with both hands, and with all his strength, he struck it down from mid-air with one blow."

Jiang Yi used chopsticks as a stick and almost hit Dadalia on the head.

"I only heard a noise... When I looked carefully, I realized that I couldn't hit the big insect with my stick. It turned out that I hit it too quickly and hit the dead tree, breaking the stick in two. I could only hold half of it in my hand."

The chopsticks were knocked on the table and broke into two pieces.

Everyone's heart was lifted.

"You'll pay for the compensation, sir!" Jiang Yi smiled at the shopkeeper.

Tartaglia was helpless and muttered, "This guy drank so much, is he really drunk or just pretending to be drunk? Why does he look like he wants to beat me like a big insect?"

He scratched his head and felt that Jiang Yi's gaze was very dangerous, as if he was looking at others with a fighting spirit.

"Pure Yang body!" Zhongli smiled and admired Jiang Yi very much as he immersed himself in whatever he was doing.

When he plays with a sword, he is a silent swordsman; when he tells a story, he is a dancing storyteller; when he eats, he is the best diner... It seems that his personality changes a lot, but in fact, he has returned to the innocent heart and acts freely.

Ignore other people's opinions and start living a truly free life.

"When Wu Song saw the tiger rushing towards him again, he simply threw away the half-broken stick... and pressed the tiger to the ground with force." Jiang Yi squeezed a large bowl with force.

"I raised my fist as big as a hammer and struck with all my might."

"After hitting the tiger fifty or seventy times, blood started to gush out of its eyes, mouth, nose, and ears..."

The wind from his fist brushed against Tartaglia who was standing next to him, and with a crack, the bowl broke.

The shopkeeper calculated the Mora silently.

Jiang Yi ate another table of dishes while telling stories, piling the plates high.

When I arrived at Dalia to pay the bill, I suddenly realized that treating Jiang Yi to a meal seemed to cost more money than treating Zhongli.

Zhongli only eats well and eats expensively, but this kid not only wants delicious food, but also expensive food. Once he starts eating, he can't stop even for the whole night.

"It seems that I have to go to the North Country Bank to prepare more money!" Tartaglia looked at the empty Mora bag.

The Northland Bank is a deposit-taking institution opened by Zhidong in Liyue. It has squeezed out Liyue’s former money houses and become a dominant force.

The Mora inside is like flowing water. If someone enters and steals once, he will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of his life.

After finishing the story, Jiang Yi touched his stomach and said, "It tasted so good!"

"Sir, do you want to eat cheaper here next time?"

He raised an eyebrow at Tartaglia and found the wallet particularly pleasing to the eye. He knew he couldn't scare him this time or he would not dare to treat him to a meal in the future.

"What do you have in mind?" Tartaglia asked curiously.

"I'll tell you a secret..." Jiang Yi waved his hand, "Their fermented rice balls are mixed with water. It's up to you how you make them!"

"Liyue's laws on food are not so detailed. This can only be considered a violation of morality. You can punish him slightly, but don't go too far!" Zhongli shook his head.

He had long seen that most businessmen were dishonest.

The three of them separated, and Jiang Yi went to stay in the Adventurer's Association's room for another night.

When he woke up the next morning, he sighed and said, "Sooner or later, I will live in a big house in Liyue."

He clenched his palm and a cyan-gold sword appeared in his hand.

"I have sensed the magician's spiritual power, but it has not formed the legendary divine consciousness. Using true energy to control the sword is like flying a kite with a string. If the string is cut, the sword will fall."

"The spiritual imprint is used to refine the long sword. Perhaps this is the true way to control the sword. It is not a dotted line, but an entangled quantum state!"

Jiang Yi originally wanted to go looking for immortals today, but he had a dream about a sword fairy last night and wanted to refine the Four Winds Slashing Rock again.

By refining the magic weapon of Teyvat.

Some of Teyvat's magical weapons can surround the God's favored ones, relying on the special method of refining the magical weapons and the control of the master's spiritual imprint.

Such a magical tool cannot be taken too far away from the body, but it is enough as a reference for inspiration.

All the knowledge he had learned was not for show. The suffering he had endured, the magic potions he had taken, his strong spirit, and the magical Four Winds Rock Slash were enough for him to become a swordsman who could take the heads of monsters at a distance of a thousand meters.

"Wait for Old Zhang to come back, and see if I can buy a map of the magic weapon, secretly disassemble its internal core, and transfer the characteristics of the controller to the sword." Jiang Yi put away his sword and went to Wanmin Hall to find Xiangling, and he got to enjoy the free meal.

Boiled black-back sea bass, crystal shrimp, golden shrimp balls...a series of delicious dishes.

"Eat slowly, I'll go cook!" Xiangling brought the dishes and hurried into the kitchen at the urging of the customer.

Jiang Yi was halfway through his meal when he saw Zhongli, who lived a very comfortable and upper-class life, eating and drinking, listening to music and books every day, and Tartaglia, who was idle.

"We meet too often!" He subconsciously touched the alchemy backpack.

Is it appropriate to take out the things inside in Liyue Harbor?