Yuan Shen: After the emperor abdicates, I will be in charge of Liyue

Ai Yi brought the two of them to Yujing Terrace. He did not directly reveal his identity and gave a speech on stage, but quietly mixed into the crowd with the two of them.

At the moment, Yujingtai is full of people. After all, everyone is one of the best people in various industries, and there is no one who is afraid of the society. It is very easy to socialize at the moment.

But what's interesting is that although the overall situation seems to be happy and harmonious, a small group of people are isolated on closer inspection.

It was the ten alchemists.

They were squeezed out on the periphery of the square, and no one from other factions spoke to them. The gap between people seemed to form a semicircle, isolating them from the other 1000 people.

Alchemists stayed in the laboratory all day, and they were not good at communication. Although they were angry when they saw this scene, they were used to it.

After all, the alchemy of Tivat is seriously lost. In the eyes of most people, alchemy is to make soap, spices, or replace splicing items to save some glue.

Originally, this skill was nothing, just like Yinger used part of her alchemy knowledge to refine balm, but she was not rejected by everyone.

But some alchemists want to put a big hat on their heads, saying that this is the greatest subject in the world, an omnipotent magical art, but they can't come up with the corresponding foundation, so they are slow Slowly rejected by all workers, it became a profession that everyone looked down upon.

At the moment, the atmosphere on the alchemist's side is entirely supported by a woman. The player must know this person, and it is the famous Yingerche.

It's also interesting to say that Ai Yi thought that Liyue's alchemy was unbearable, but he didn't expect that the highest level of alchemy in Liyue turned out to be Yingerche.

But this is not important.

The important thing is that Liyue's understanding of alchemy is wrong. After all, Tivat is an extraordinary world, where technology is only the lower limit, while alchemy and extraordinary power can determine the upper limit.

So this wrong concept must be corrected, and it is a coincidence that a dramatic conflict is about to break out here, and what is even more coincidental is that this contradiction can just be used to correct Liyueren's concept.

When Morax was in power, Liyue was ordinary, but as soon as Ai Yi came to power, Liyue immediately had so many available coincidences.

It seems that destiny is really on Ai Yi's side.

Even if Ying'er is eloquent, the low air pressure on the alchemist's side is hard to save. This kind of atmosphere, in the eyes of outsiders, is the result of a group of losers.

So a person who was eager to gain the right to speak and improve his status in the crowd spoke rhythmically:

"I didn't expect alchemists to be invited, and there are still ten people. It feels a bit wasteful. Is it because of Seven Stars and the whole good meaning that they forced ten people to come here?"

Although Yinger is not a pure alchemist, but through her own channels, she knows that she will occupy a place in Liyue Alchemy in the future, and that she has a bright future if she is classified as an alchemist, so she has to improve the relationship with her colleagues, so He turned back without hesitation.

"Oh? What is Mr. Wen's opinion? I heard that you competed with Master Suan on the same stage. I didn't expect you to beat the famous Master Suan. It's really surprising."

Mr. Wen's face changed a little at that time. He had deliberately picked an old, weak and unknown person as his opponent, but he didn't expect so many people to doubt his level.

Even though few people knew the details of that match, he didn't want to mention it too much, so he laughed and wanted to bring it over: "Miss Ying'er, don't blame me, I didn't mean to target Miss Ying'er, I just spoke out and said it out loud, and I hope you don't mind it." Don't blame Miss Ying'er, and don't secretly raise the price when I and my wife buy balm on the Lantern Festival."

This is a bit of emotional intelligence, Yinger is not good to continue to make things difficult, after all, she has given enough face in her personal capacity, although the words still have the meaning of looking down on alchemists, but even the alchemists behind her She didn't say anything, and she didn't want to say anything.

The face is earned by oneself, not given by others.

Although Ying'er was not easy to mess with, the retreat of the alchemists still made Mr. Wen feel relieved.

He is not afraid of Ying'er's troubles, because although Ying'er has been transformed into an alchemist, she has a very high attainment in the Tao of incense, and is admired by many ladies and ladies, and she is regarded as the leader of the Tao of incense.

He was afraid that the alchemist would make a fuss, because it is a very cheap behavior to be awkward with the alchemist. He just wanted to belittle the alchemist to temporarily control the right to speak, and then guide the topic of his small group, imperceptibly elevating himself status.

After a while, seeing that the alchemists were as cowardly as ever, he spoke again:

"I heard from the gossip that the immortals seem to be here to preach to us."

Mr. Wen's strategy worked. Everyone saw that he was more aggressive, so they didn't catch his words, and they agreed for a while.

Mr. Wen also took advantage of the situation to share what he knew and what he made up.

But while he was talking, he turned his offensive again: "I just don't know what alchemists have to preach. This thing doesn't seem to be our Liyue's craft."

Faced with another provocation, a little alchemist girl finally couldn't help it: "That's because you are ignorant, and many ancient monuments have been produced to prove one point: the immortals have used alchemy a long time ago."

This is true, the fairy who used alchemy is now waiting for the opportunity to enter the field.

When Mr. Wen heard this, he was overjoyed, but his face showed a furious expression: "How noble is the immortal! How can you speak nonsense! You...you just learned the alchemy of other countries, it is impossible to learn the awe !"

Hearing this, Ai Yiyi immediately thought to himself: Good luck!It's almost like linking to the Malphite sharing network!

He sent a voice transmission to Abedo and Lisa, asking them not to expose themselves for a while, and to wait and see what happened. At the same time, he temporarily gave them some mind-reading authority, and asked them to help find some plastic talents.

On the other hand, he looked for an angle and prepared to enter the market.

Even as simple as an alchemist, when he heard this, he knew that he had been kicked into the pit, so he stammered and defended: "I'm not! I don't! I..."

But the so-called good things don't go out and bad things spread thousands of miles, the voice of disrespect for the immortal master quickly spread in the square, and everyone in the square looked this way.

The little alchemist was so anxious that she was on the verge of crying, and she faltered in her excuses, but everyone didn't care about her words at the moment, and more and more people pointed at her, with dissatisfaction on their brows.

The little alchemist pursed her mouth, tears pooled in her eyes, but she held her head up, as if I was dissatisfied.

Being so stunned, it seems that she also has the qualifications to connect to the Malphite shared network.

Ai Yi quietly walked to her side, appeared in front of everyone naturally, and said: "She just said that the immortals have used alchemy before, and it is nothing to the immortals' supernatural powers? But you, why do you want to put a big hat on it?" , Bullying other little girls?"

Chapter 86

Ai Yi picked a very appropriate time to appear on the stage, and also turned up his own voice, so that the voice could be clearly heard by everyone.

Mr. Wen showed displeasure: "Who are you? Why do you want to speak for her?"

"It's not to help her. I think you have a problem. Don't you have other plans for such indiscriminate labeling?"

"It's her who disrespects the immortal master!"

"What's wrong with the alchemy of the immortal's supernatural powers? Is there anything wrong with her telling the truth? Do you look down on the immortal's IQ?"

"You... how dare you talk about the immortal master!"

"Right is right and wrong is wrong, and the immortal didn't tell you to turn black and white. The emperor once said, I examine myself three times a day, and even the old man has to reflect on his words and deeds all the time. Why don't you reflect on what you said now?"

Facts have proved that Ai Yi is more aggressive than Mr. Wen, and he is speechless after two or three sentences.

But just now he showed a clear sense of righteousness, and he couldn't say it out loud. Seeing that the situation was developing in his own unfavorable direction, Mr. Wen could only make a dangerous move.

He decided to directly transfer the conflict to the feud between alchemists and other trades:

"If you speak for him like this, are you also an alchemist?"

Ai Yi secretly thought that the fish was hooked, and decisively pretended to be caught: "What's wrong, alchemists can't do it?"

Seeing Ai Yi take the bait, Mr. Wen heaved a sigh of relief: "What the alchemists say, everyone weighs in, it has the same weight as their alchemy."

This move was quite effective. As soon as they heard that Ai Yi was an alchemist, many people immediately changed their attitudes, and the situation became one-sided.

"Do you think alchemy is irrelevant at all?"

"Huh." Mr. Wen smiled disdainfully, his attitude can represent the attitude of most people.

"Can you tell me why you look down on alchemy?"

Mr. Wen didn't answer, but in the crowd, there was a strange voice:

"Gold is a very precious thing. The soap maker only needs to make good soap, and don't get involved with gold."

Suddenly the whole square burst into laughter.

The indignation on Ai Yi's face gradually disappeared, and turned into Da Dao's ruthless indifference: "There is no other reason?"

No one responded, and some even turned around in gangs and started talking on their own, as if they felt that even looking here would dirty their eyes.

"It's surprising that more than 800 people agreed with the idea."

"Liyue people, when did you become so arrogant?"

Ai Yi's voice became colder, but Mr. Wen suddenly found a blind spot: "Wait! I remember that there are only ten alchemists. How did you, No. 11, get in? Could it be spies!"

Only then did everyone realize that the number of people was wrong, and said one after another:

"It's possible, brother, if you don't get your approval record, or we'll be called Qianyan Army."

"Just call Qianyan Army. If he can sneak in openly, he must have good hands and eyes. I think he is probably a crowd of fools!"

Faced with all kinds of doubts, Ai said expressionlessly: "It flew in."

"fly……"

Mr. Wen questioned subconsciously, and then his arrogant expression froze on his face, because he suddenly remembered that they seemed to be here to wait for the immortals to come.

Mr. Wen was not the only one who realized this. Many people who were laughing at first also had unnatural expressions. Silence is contagious. Once word spread, the square soon fell into dead silence.

He stepped out in one step, directly crossed a distance of [-] meters, and appeared on the high platform out of thin air.

Ai Yi didn't waste any time, disregarding some people's doubts about where he went, he said directly:

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ai Yi, and my title is Dongxu Guanhuo. During the Demon God War, I once controlled Liyue with Morax, and I made a small achievement."

Ai Yi's icy eyes swept across the audience: "I don't know if I am qualified to judge the saints one or two in my position."

Someone in the audience immediately said: "Please forgive me, the gods, we mortals can't be called saints."

A burst of echoes sounded: "Please forgive me, immortal!"

"Oh? Could it be that I heard it wrong? Just now, everyone looked very complacent, and they were full of confidence when evaluating other subjects. Only saints dare to judge others without knowing a subject. "

"You are so confident, aren't you saints?"

Mr. Wen just missed the first wave of admitting his mistakes. Hearing this, he immediately shouted: "Please forgive me..."

"Shut up!"

But before he finished speaking, he was stopped by a loud shout.

Mr. Wen and most of the people in the square felt that there was a thunderstorm in their minds, which made them dizzy, and many weak people even fell to the ground directly.

But there are also people who don't feel it, such as Ying'er, she wonders what kind of plane these people are doing.

"boom--"

As if in response to Ai Yi's words, there was a roar of thunder from the sky, and the originally sunny sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky.

The people in Liyue Port were in a panic, those who put away their clothes put away their clothes, and those who took shelter from the rain.

The small vendor hurriedly put away his stall, and said with a confused face, "What's going on? It was sunny just now, why did it suddenly rain?"

Someone exclaimed: "No...it doesn't seem to be rain...it's blood!"

The small vendor took a closer look and found that the water on the ground was light red.

The bloody water gathered into a meandering stream and flowed down the gutter into the drainage ditch. In an instant, Liyue Port seemed to have fallen into an endless hell.

"What's going on here? Lord Yan bless you!"