Facing Wei Yuan's inquiry, the goddess just turned her back to him and looked at the human world that had been away for more than 1,700 years. It was not the ghost land where she was trapped when she just recovered. This was the human world that she had longed for, with the fragrance of flowers and plants.
The flowing wind blew through the treetops, and the sunlight fell into the gaps between the leaves.
She looked into the distance and after a long time replied: "I'm going to see if my old friend is still there, to listen to the song of the mountain ghost, to see if the river uncle is still fishing. Finally, I have to go back to the mountain."
Mountain.
Wei Yuan has always been curious in his heart. Previously he only thought it was the mountain in the ghost realm. Now it sounds like it is not that simple. He asked with a smile: "The mountain the girl is talking about refers to..."
The goddess replied: "Kunlunxu."
Kunlun...
Wei Yuan was speechless.
She looked back at Wei Yuan and said:
"For the grace of saving my life, you can call me Jue."
Wei Yuan originally wanted to ask the goddess what her surname was, but then he realized that the goddess of Qin and Han Dynasties was not an ordinary person. How could she have a surname? Most likely she would still use one word to call her like the primitive clan. Since the other party didn't care, he
He was not a rigid person, so he simply cupped his fists and said with a smile:
"Well, Jue, have a safe journey. If you have free time in the future, you can come to this world and look for me."
The goddess nodded and said softly: "Don't pass."
After the voice fell, he turned around and stepped forward lightly.
His body was wrapped in the wind, and he no longer knew where he was going in the blink of an eye.
Wei Yuan stood on the mountain with his sword behind his back, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand raised up, picking up a fallen leaf swept up by the breeze. This trip to the ghost land was like a dream. After recalling it for a long time, he smiled casually and picked up the fallen leaf in his hand.
Let go, let it fall, turn around and leave.
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After Tiannu Jue left the mountain, she walked along the river system.
It’s just that what you see along the road is completely different from the past. In ancient times, the Pre-Qin Warring States and even the Qin, Han, Wei, and Jin were just dynasty changes, and the tone of the world did not change significantly. The cities of the pre-Qin and Wei states, and the later Wei states, may have
Also in use, King Qin's Great Wall also became a barrier for the Han Dynasty.
But the gap between the present and the past is no longer that simple.
Almost the foundation of the world has changed.
A jungle of steel rises from the ground. Mortals move at the speed of true cultivators in the past. They are like iron dragon-like objects that cut through mountains and cross long rivers. They rush to different cities non-stop. The goddess who has been sleeping for thousands of years only feels that the world is changing.
It was so big that it was almost unbelievable for a moment.
I wanted to ask someone, but I didn't know how to ask.
Although she has been moving like flying for several days, she has just woken up after all. She forced herself to use large-scale magical powers, which caused her cultivation to be like stagnant water, and she couldn't get anywhere fast. It's just that she was nowhere to be seen in the Yellow River along the way.
He Bo, there are no mountain ghosts in the mountains, which makes this world feel more and more strange to her.
One day, the moon is at the middle of the sky, and the moon is as cool as water all over the earth.
The goddess of heaven was walking on the top of a mountain, silently looking at the mundane world under the mountain where the lights were like daylight, and she was in a daze.
His eyes moved slightly, and his voice suddenly became cold, and he said, "Come out."
A rustling sound.
The visitor did not conceal his aura.
The goddess turned around and saw a white-haired old man wearing a simple gray robe. He seemed to be just an old man who could be seen everywhere. At most, he was mentally strong. However, it would not be that simple to follow the goddess all the way here.
She sensed a few breaths of Qi from the old man, and a look of surprise appeared on her face:
"Are you... Zhang Daoling's descendant?"
The old man bowed slightly and said with a smile:
"The poor Taoist Zhang Ruosu has seen the goddess of heaven."
The goddess of heaven looked at the old man, thinking of the Taoist cultivator who was said to be rare in a thousand years, her expression softened, and she said: "You came here specially to wait for me, what's the matter?"
The old Taoist nodded and replied: "It's just a sign in the hexagram. I'm here to prevent the goddess from returning to Kunlun."
"At least you shouldn't go back at this time."
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The old Taoist waved his sleeves and stepped on the ground, and the Feng Shui pattern of the place changed.
Isolating all the sounds in this area with the breeze to ensure that the words would not be exposed, he slowly explained to the goddess that this was a conversation that no one else knew about except the two of them.
With a surprised look on his face, he finally nodded slowly in agreement. The old man smiled and said:
"In the past thousand years, the world has changed greatly, and the life of the goddess is long. Why not go around and take a look first."
"If there is anything that needs help, Tianshi Mansion will definitely do its best to help."
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As the sun rises above the willow branches, Wei Yuan slowly wakes up.
Stretched out, did morning exercises, practiced the Crouching Tiger Technique, and took the medicine bought from the Han Dynasty's arsenal to regulate the damage to the internal organs caused by the forcible use of evil spirits. There was some noise outside the door. He came from the ghost land.
It's been more than half a month since I came back, but nothing has changed.
Except this museum still doesn't have many visitors.
That is to say, two more small shops were unable to open and closed down.
Then a new person bought the site and started renovating it.
After all, this place is an old city. The core of Quan City's development is not in this area. Therefore, the flow of people in this place is really pitiful. Although it is clean, it is not suitable for opening a store. In the end, it will probably become a memory of this city.
, slowly disappeared.
Wei Yuan didn't pay much attention.
Although his museum has no salary, it does have some income now.
When the museum signed the transfer contract, Zhang Hao was also there. He also guessed that Wei Yuan seemed to be a little short of money now. He originally had salary, but now that the museum became his own, his salary was gone. This time he killed the Ghost King.
, sending a reward similar to that offered by the police on suspects.
It relieved Wei Yuan's embarrassment at once.
Wei Yuan also gave the yellow talisman obtained after killing the evil Taoist directly to the special operations team.
Based on the information from the special operations team, we should be able to find clues about the evil identity from this talisman. As for meritorious service, Wei Yuan spent ten meritorious points in exchange for wound medicine from the Han arsenal to recuperate his body.
Injury.
For the remaining meritorious deeds, wait until the injury recovers, and then think carefully about what kind of magical power you want to exchange for.
It is indeed a rare day for leisure.
Wei Yuan pulled out the Eight-sided Han Sword and stepped on Yubu. Only in the narrow environment of the museum, he still mastered the Xuanyuan Sword Technique. His swordsmanship was no longer as sharp and sharp as it was at the beginning. After a life-and-death battle, it became as dull as a sword.
Stone, smooth and calm.
After using this sword skill several times, Wei Yuan put away the sword and prepared to open the rolling shutter door outside.
The museum will still be open.
It was already spring, and the sunshine was warm and genial. As soon as I opened the door, I saw the car of the special operations team outside. In the car were Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng, who was obviously very excited. After seeing Wei Yuan, he first called Wei Guanzhu and said hello.
, and immediately couldn't hold back the faint excitement on his face.
Wei Yuan said in surprise: "Did you find the trace of the yellow talisman?"
Zhang Hao's face twitched.
Wei Yuan thought for a moment and then said: "It's a new breakthrough in spiritual energy research."
Shen Jifeng lowered his head and adjusted his glasses.
Wei Yuan said with a smile: "It's not that we found out the details of the evil way, or that there was a breakthrough in the popularization of spiritual energy. Why are you two so excited to come here?"
Shen Jifeng then raised his head and said:
"We, we just came here to help out and pay a visit."
"He is a senior who has lived in seclusion for a long time. He is going to come down to earth and walk around. We can help with some mundane matters."
"That senior is so good-looking..."
"I see."
Wei Yuan welcomed the two people in with a smile and served them two cups of tea. Then he saw a bouquet of flowers at the door. He was slightly surprised and asked about the two paper figures who came here early every day. After hanging around the people for a long time, Wei Yuan understood what they meant. They were sent by the person who opened the new store opposite.
Only then did Wei Yuan notice that the two original stores opposite had been merged into a new store.
It's a flower shop. In spring, flowers are blooming, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers is already blowing along the wind.
"It's a neighbor."
Wei Yuan smiled, put the flowers into a bottle, thought for a while, and felt that Yu Qingyuli should pay a visit. He turned around and said something to the two people in the house, and walked through the slightly sloping asphalt road, which was illuminated by the sun. Feeling a little warm, Wei Yuan knocked on the door and said, "Hello, I'm from the museum opposite. Thank you for the flowers."
"Hello?"
Wei Yuan opened the door, and the bell rang softly.
Then he froze in place.
Sitting on a rattan lounge chair surrounded by flowers, a girl wearing a goose-yellow skirt and a light-colored knitted vest over her shirt raised her head, her black hair was like a waterfall, placed an ancient book gently on her lap, nodded and said:
"You're welcome, Crouching Tiger."
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