Chapter 167 Gift of Knife and Contract

Chen Tianfeng was silent for a few seconds, his expression was very interesting. After quietly looking at Zhongli's expression, he carefully and guiltily reached out his hand, raised his index finger, and pointed at himself: "Because... me?"

"My friend is really smart. You can guess the truth so quickly." Zhongli nodded.

"..."

Chen Tianfeng swallowed his anger and thought that he didn't hear what Zhongli meant.

It was all because the tea was so bitter. He didn't think about it at the time. He just wanted to take the opportunity to express his attitude and smash the teacup to escape the fate of drinking bitter tea.

——Now it seems that not only did he not escape, but he might even owe a lot of debts.

The antique tea set from three hundred years ago was an antique tea set that had accompanied the God of Rock for more than three hundred years. If this thing was sold in Liyue, it might be sold at a sky-high price.

He couldn't afford to compensate Mora, but he couldn't compensate Zhongli with a few kilograms of blood condensed from pure death, right?

Zhongli looked at Chen Tianfeng's stiff and awkward expression, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he gently lifted the lid and changed the subject: "Young friend, do you no longer use the sword now?"

"I still use it." Chen Tianfeng answered very quickly due to guilt, and his attitude became like meeting a teacher. He said honestly: "I did want to change to a long sword for a while in Mondstadt, but after thinking about it, I felt that I was still used to using the sword, so I didn't change it."

"It's better not to change it."

Zhongli said in a gentle voice: "I still remember the scene when I first saw you. At that time, you held a long sword and fought with others for broken snow. The blade was cold but not weak. After that, you always carried a long sword on your waist. Now that you no longer wear a sword, I miss it a little."

He paused for a few seconds, as if waiting for Chen Tianfeng to respond, but there was no response, so he had to look at him, his golden eyes full of sincerity: "I wonder if you can take out the long sword and let me take another look?"

Chen Tianfeng: "..."

Can I say no?

You definitely want to break my long sword, right? You must be right!

Chen Tianfeng's eyes twitched. Although he wanted to refuse, he saw the gentle look in Mr. Zhongli's eyes and the faint smile on his lips, and he knew that if he didn't take it out, this old... mature and steady Mr. Zhongli would bring up his three missing tea sets again.

Sorry, Wendy, I can't keep our agreement and not accept the new equipment given by Mr. Zhongli.

Chen Tianfeng apologized to Wendy in his heart, took out the long sword from the Eye of God, looked into Zhongli's eyes, and tried to struggle: "Mr. Zhongli, you... won't break it on purpose, right?"

"Why do you think so?"

Zhongli seemed a little surprised, and said softly: "This long sword must be your favorite thing, how could I do something that intentionally destroy your beloved thing?"

He then sighed, a little disappointed: "Do you think I am someone who would intentionally do such a thing?"

"Of course not, I also don't believe that Mr. Zhongli would do such a thing!"

Chen Tianfeng hurriedly explained, holding the sword and the scabbard with both hands, and handed it to Zhongli: "Mr. Zhongli, please..."

"Crack-bang!"

A crisp metal breaking sound rang out, Zhongli held the scabbard in his left hand and the handle in his right hand, and pulled out the long sword with only one-third of the blade left. Then he looked at the broken sword, then raised his eyes to look at Chen Tianfeng, thought for a while, and said regretfully: "My friend's sword has been scarred for a long time. It is rare that it can hold up until now. Please accept my condolences."

Bullshit! It can obviously hold up another not-so-intense battle!

Chen Tianfeng stared, but he was not angry at all, just a little bit amused.

Why did it come to this!

I never said that I would not accept the gift from the God of Rock. Not only does it look like a locator that can be used like a long sword, why did you have to break my sword?

Chen Tianfeng sighed and grinned: "Mr. Zhongli..."

"Don't misunderstand, my friend. I really didn't mean to destroy your long sword." Zhongli sheathed the broken sword, put it on the table, pushed it to Chen Tianfeng, and said: "But it's a coincidence that I happened to find a magic weapon a few days ago, which is also a long sword. Now it seems that this magic weapon should be your chance."

"..."

Chen Tianfeng looked at the sheathed broken sword, then looked at Zhongli, and suddenly wanted to play a joke, so he smiled slightly and took out another long sword: "No need for Mr. Zhongli to spend time I just happened to have a spare knife here."

"..."

Zhongli paused for a moment, then returned to his natural posture, smiling: "That's fine. Coincidentally, I just regretted not seeing your long knife... Hehe, can you let me see it again?"

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Chen Tianfeng was the first to give up. He put away his long knife and bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Zhongli, for the knife."

Looking at Mr. Zhongli's look, I'm afraid that no matter how many knives he takes out, Mr. Zhongli will destroy the knife by accident. In this case, why should he compete with an old man?

Everyone has been or is being a god, knowing each other's hard work, so don't embarrass each other.

"You're welcome, my friend."

Zhongli nodded slightly, and with a finger, the fragrant wine filled the empty space in the two wine glasses: "My friend, please."

"Please."

So the two wine glasses touched lightly, making a "ding~" sound.

Zhongli put down the wine glass and gently pointed his finger at the stone table. A long sanded wood box appeared on the table.

"This is the magic weapon."

Chen Tianfeng opened the box and saw a long knife lying quietly in the box. The appearance and style were exactly the same as the long knife he often used, except that the blade of the original long knife was black with a white blade, while the blade of this long knife was emerald green, as if it was carved from a whole piece of jade.

Chen Tianfeng picked up the long knife. The handle was comfortable and the weight was appropriate. He held the knife horizontally and looked at the figure reflected on the emerald blade. His wrist was slightly tilted, and the figure's eyes followed his eyes and wandered around the blade.

Chen Tianfeng flicked his fingers and listened to the long knife's clear sound. He felt a little reluctant to let it go. He held the knife upside down, stood up and saluted to Zhongli, and said sincerely: "Mr. Zhongli, thank you for your trouble."

This knife was obviously made by Mr. Zhongli himself, and he spent a lot of effort to customize it for him according to his preferences and habits. Even if this long knife has some "extra functions", he should thank him for such a thoughtful gift.

"As long as you like it."

Zhongli looked at Chen Tianfeng holding a knife, and saw that he was full of vigor and vigor, and he couldn't help but be in a trance, thinking of the figure who once held a sword and was equally proud and unrestrained, and couldn't help but lower his eyes slightly.

"Mr. Zhongli, does it have a name?"

"...No, you can give it a name you like."

Zhongli came back to his senses, smiled and answered, then picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in the glass, with memories in his eyes.

People who live too long can only visit their past comrades and past scenes in their memories.

Even so, he never regretted meeting them.

If one day I have to say goodbye to you, my friend, you will shine like gold in my memory.