Chapter 327: Alley Faction, Qiuqiu Ballad

A day and a half later,

Everyone went downstairs from the upper room of Wangshu Inn.

"Hey! Ying, a lot of people left messages under what we wrote!" Paimeng flew to the bulletin board of Wangshu Inn. It had been a long time since he came here, so naturally he wanted to see if anyone had replied to his comments.

Logically speaking, after such a long time, what they wrote should have been covered by other people's notes, or cleaned up by the people at Wangshu Inn and put in a box.

The reason why they are put in the box instead of destroyed is because any random remarks made by the public on the notes have value as information.

The intelligence personnel of the Seven Stars can unravel the situation in Liyue from various bulletin boards in Liyue.

Therefore, in order to attract comments, those who are in charge of the bulletin board will generally post those that are interesting or have more comments and keep them for a long time.

"Damn false advertising... Hey!" Paimon looked at the words he had written, "Wanhuotong, this is the merchant whose advertisements we met when we came to Liyue, claiming to be 'selling all kinds of daily necessities in the world'."

"Look at this sentence. I almost got fooled. I suggest Wanhuotong change its advertising slogan..." Paimon shook his finger. "Does this person agree with what Ying and I said? He was also fooled by the advertisement."

"Take a look below. You don't need to read any more. There must be some who agree with you."

Chongyun silently looked at the opposing comments below, such as "Poison is not a daily necessity, and magic weapons will never appear in small shops", and the approving comments, such as "Poison is a daily necessity, and magic weapons are also daily necessities."

Although the latter are at a disadvantage, there are indeed quite a few.

"Well! For me, popsicles and talismans are also daily necessities, but for ordinary people, they should not be considered as such. It feels like this is a fight between a bunch of people with different living environments." Chongyun scratched his head silently.

Ying glanced at the sentence that Paimon read, which mentioned alchemical daily necessities, "Could it be..."

Jiang Yi felt Ying's gaze: "Yes, I wrote this sentence."

Paimeng exclaimed, "Oh, it's Jiang Yi! Why do I feel less happy all of a sudden?"

Jiang Yi looked at Paimeng. This floating spirit deserved a beating.

Xingqiu looked at the writing and said, "Master Jiang Yi, did you also write something on the bulletin board at Shimen?"

"There is a poem in it that contains sword meanings, and the handwriting is very similar to this sentence."

"The tea shop owners said that it was written by a swordsman in green clothes who killed a young rock dragon lizard. The swordsman came from Mondstadt..."

"The wind blows up from Mondstadt and brushes the hills. I see a light rain when I first arrive in Liyue. A cup of tea brings me up and down in the world. I draw my sword and slay the demons on the steps."

Jiang Yi smiled and said, "I did write something in Shimen, and I did write these four lines, but I have always thought that they are not really poems. After all, they do not conform to the rhyme of poetry at all. If I call them poems, I am afraid people will laugh at me."

Chongyun also went to Shimen and left a poem there.

Because it didn't follow the rhythm of poetry, people scolded him for writing nonsense.

Later, I read the reviews many times, and they were all critical. At that time, I also saw this "Press the sword to go down the stairs to slay demons." It was also highly reviewed, saying "Slaying demons and eliminating evil, the hero becomes a poem."

Xingqiu was nearby at the time and said he wanted to meet him.

"Language and poetry are used to express one's emotions. Master Jiang Yi's four sentences are enough to form a picture in my mind. I like them more than poetry!" Xingqiu's eyes lit up when he heard Jiang Yi's admission, "Master Jiang, are you interested in reading some Liyue poetry collections?"

"I am not talented. Besides practicing martial arts and reading books, what I like most is writing poetry."

"Besides, Chongyun, I, and a good friend have formed our own faction."

"Three people?" Paimon counted them, "What faction are you from?"

Chongyun said with a little shame: "Alley sect."

"..."

"Poof!" Paimon couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"I improvised poems in the streets and alleys, and most of them were doggerel, so it was called the alley school." Xingqiu explained with a smile without getting annoyed.

"The poems of our Xiaoxiang Sect have been heard as far away as Qingce Village and as close as Liyue Harbor. Paimon, please don't underestimate me and my friends."

Chongyun was standing aside, adding silently in his heart.

My own poems are not worthy of being published. Xingqiu's poems are difficult for ordinary people to appreciate.

Most of this fame is due to their good friend the "Dark Poet". Every little kid likes each other's catchy limericks.

Jiang Yi was naturally interested in poetry, so when Xingqiu wanted to give him a collection of poems, he accepted it.

"In fact, I left my humble work on the Shimen bulletin board, but no one has read it!" Xingqiu said regretfully, and an idea of ​​leaving the sword intent in the poem also arose in his mind.

At that time, when he saw the four sentences Jiang Yi casually wrote being read by a bunch of people, he was actually a little envious.

The right time, right place and right people, coupled with the story and sword spirit, give Jiang Yi's calligraphy a different value in Shimen.

Jiang Yi thought of the only poem on the bulletin board. He looked at it for a long time but couldn't recognize all the words. It was most likely written by Xingqiu. Now he wanted to compliment him but didn't know how to say it.

It’s better to pretend you didn’t notice.

The two of them casually exchanged ideas about poetry creation, and Chongyun sometimes spoke up to share his thoughts.

Paimon and Ying nearby also started to show some Liyue culture, trying to compose some poems to reflect their own moods.

By the way, she mentioned that they had met a ghost in the inn before, and the ghost sang a ballad, which seemed to contain some poetry.

"Big Qiuqiu is sick, Qiuqiu Two is going to see him. Qiuqiu Three is collecting herbs, Qiuqiu Four is stewing..." Paimon sang, "Every time I think of it, I still have nightmares at night."

Xingqiu and Chongyun hummed, "That's Qiuqiu Ballad... It's the masterpiece of another friend of ours. If there's a chance, we can arrange for you to get to know it."

"Her family's business is a bit special..."

As everyone was talking, they walked and stopped, and finally came in front of the Star Lord.

This is their purpose today.

There were several believers standing around the Starry Lord, and they prepared food for the motionless Starry Lord.

"Are you also here to see the Heavenly Monarch's divine journey?" the believers asked Jiang Yi and others.

"The Heavenly Monarch is at an extraordinary level. He has not moved for a whole day and night. Who knows where he has wandered to? If you want to wait for the Heavenly Monarch to wake up, you should prepare some fruits and vegetables to offer to him later so that you can make a wish first."

"I have prepared the antiques in my home and am waiting for the immortal to wake up... As long as I sign a contract of offering, the immortal will fulfill my wish."

Jiang Yi, Ying, Paimeng, Xingqiu, and Chongyun looked at each other.

These believers truly have complete faith in this Star Lord.

"Jiang Yi, do you want to drive them away?" Paimeng wondered if it would be too cruel to directly expose the true identity of the Star Lord in front of these believers.

"Ying, what do you think?" Jiang Yi asked casually.

"... Let's wait until he is alone, and then teach him a lesson." Ying was afraid that after these believers knew the truth, they would angrily pick up a bench and beat Xingchen Tianjun to death.

At that time, they will have to stop the believers.

"These people don't look like they will leave easily. Do you want to find the Qianyan Army?" Chongyun asked.

"No need to go to so much trouble. Let me talk to them." Xingqiu stepped forward and talked with several believers for a few minutes. Then those believers walked away with doubts on their faces.

Jiang Yi took back the true energy that blocked the acupoints on Xingchen Tianjun's body.

Xingchen Tianjun staggered and found that he could move.

He looked at the people surrounding him, at the offerings made by the believers, which tempted him with food for the day.

He touched his rumbling stomach and licked his cracked lips.

"Star Lord?" Jiang Yi smiled, "How do you feel? Do you want to stay in the spiritual world for two days?"