Wei Yuan didn't know how long he had been absentminded.
When the ancient craftsman Yuan closed his eyes, the eyes of Wei Yuan, a modern man from Qingqiu Kingdom, regained their vitality. The ancient pottery was still firmly placed on the table, reflecting the sunlight flowing in from the window, with delicate lines.
Still the same, but with a hint of familiarity.
That long memory was hidden, just like the vague memories of my childhood.
I can only remember some important things, but most of the things and details are like weathered rocks, without any traces.
The white-haired woman smiled and said, "Do you remember?"
Wei Yuan raised his head and saw the wrinkles on her face and the long silver-white hair. He slowly connected her with the witch in his memory. He subconsciously stood up, paused, and then stopped following his memory.
He made a salute and slowly replied: "Mikoji...senpai."
The girl nodded with satisfaction.
Wei Yuan sat down again, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue speaking.
Nujiao said with a hint of emotion: "The Tushan clan, which was extremely powerful back then, is still alive today, and you and I are the only ones alive. I didn't expect that the Kunlun Immortal Flower back then could not keep you alive."
, but your soul has not dissipated between heaven and earth."
"After all, even people like Fangfeng who can be called descendants of the gods will have their souls dissipate after death."
Wei Yuan thought of Jue in his memory.
At that time, she was just a little girl, with or without a table.
Thinking about her now, Wei Yuan felt a little weird. Then he thought of something and said, "How did you recognize me? She didn't even recognize my relationship with Yuan..."
Nvjiao said frankly: "She has only seen you three times, and she was too young at that time."
"You were the first human she communicated with."
"She has a simple mind and doesn't want you to die, so she steals the Flower of Immortality. However, time has passed too long. She probably no longer remembers the appearance of that human craftsman, nor your true spirit. It was just the first time she came into contact with death.
And I still remember the joy of getting the name."
"As for me, after all, you were once a subject of the Tushan clan, and I am a witch of Tushan's generation."
Wei Yuan nodded, his expression a little dazed and complicated.
The girl smiled and said: "What's the matter? Your expression seems a little awkward. The smell on this pottery alone cannot affect you. But knowing your past experience, shouldn't you feel proud? After all,
It can be considered a magnificent story.”
Wei Yuan squinted his eyes and replied softly: "Do I have anything to be proud of?"
"What is magnificent is not the abyss, but that era."
"If the times were changed, Na Yuan had just been a craftsman all his life. When someone came to propose marriage, he stopped him according to the rules of the time, and then attacked the crazy beast with the tribe's residents, and finally killed the tribe leader.
The few words he said were recorded, and he died when he was over sixty years old. It was a very ordinary and boring life."
"The reason why you think I should be prouder is because that era was a time when humans and gods coexisted, and the person I once blocked was named Yu. The beast that attacked was once the water god of the Huaihe River system, and the words I recorded for Yu spread.
In the Hereafter.”
"So what you really mean is that it is Yu's life that deserves to be remembered, not Craftsman Yuan's past."
"As his wife, you are still the same as before."
Wei Yuan's voice paused, he considered his words, and finally said: "Just as cunning."
The girl smiled with a sly smile on her lips:
"But you are also part of that era, so naturally there is a part that belongs to you in the grandeur. This is what the materialist view of history in the modern world seems to say."
historical materialism?
No, this is not magical at all.
Wei Yuan was speechless for a long time, and finally said:
"Anyway, thank you very much for today, senior."
Nvjiao was not surprised by his title. She just responded with a smile, then took out a box and handed it to him, saying: "Here is a secret letter to the Tianshi Mansion. The identity of the evildoer has been identified. Compared with He
Qingqiu Country, which has been isolated from the world for a long time, Tianshi Mansion knows more."
"The method practiced by those people was transformed from a righteous book. They eliminated the original part of true cultivation and chose a practice method that was eager for quick success, so that it appeared to be almost demonic. And that book was very famous.
Da, you should have heard of it too."
""The Art of Peace"."
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Wei Yuan walked out of Nujiao's courtyard.
The whole person was still a little dazed and absent-minded. Outside the courtyard, Tiannu Jue was waiting quietly. Wei Yuan looked over and noticed that she looked like an ordinary person who had grown up for more than ten years compared to back then. She no longer looked young, but she was still.
It hasn't changed too much, you can still see the original outline.
It's just that the original black hair was longer, and the slight baby fat on her cheeks when she was young has disappeared. Wei Yuan immediately thought that it seemed that it couldn't be described as baby fat. After all, Jue might have lived hundreds of years at that time.
.
Maybe when she gets old and dies in this life, she will still look the same as she does now.
The girl heard the noise and turned around.
Wei Yuan vaguely seemed to see the little guy squatting in front of the pottery.
Those eyes haven't changed much at all.
The goddess said: "Yuan, you have come out."
Wei Yuan nodded, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Jue, do you like your name?"
The girl was surprised, then nodded and replied: "Of course."
"This is the name given to me by a Tushan craftsman when I was very young. He was my first human friend."
"Although it has been a long time, I can still vaguely remember the story he told me about pottery. He said pottery should be used to boil water or cook, but everyone on Kunlun Mountain did not use it for food, so I had to cook in the pottery he gave me.
Put some picked flowers."
Wei Yuan replied naturally: "It doesn't matter, pottery is meant for use."
"It is both used to hold flowers and boil water, there is no difference."
"As long as you like it."
When he passed away, his last regret was that he didn't ask the little guy whether he liked the name he gave him. Now it seems that the original choice was not wrong. Wei Yuan had a small knot in his heart and the regret was over.
Looking at the appearance of Jue, who was only twenty years old, he sighed in his heart just like Yuan back then.
"She is indeed the goddess of Kunlun Mountain."
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After getting the information from Qingqiu Kingdom after interrogating Xie Dao, Wei Yuan had no reason to stay in Qingqiu Kingdom. After saying goodbye to Nujiao, he spent some time and found the girl who had been missing for several days without knowing why.
The black cats are on their way back.
In the museum.
Wei Yuan hung up the phone, Zhang Hao said he would come over soon, then wiped the wooden cabinet with a soft cotton cloth dipped in water, and finally placed the pottery with simple patterns in this corner. According to ancient legend, Shennong made
Pottery was passed down from generation to generation, and pottery still exists until modern times.
Wei Yuan used a glass box to hold the pottery in place.
A vertical pottery pot with red painted animal ears from the year when humans and gods coexisted.
There is an imperfect vermilion glaze.
There is Tushan's nine-tail pattern, which is simple and complete, with soft curves.
Yuan made it, Yu used it, and Nu Jiao hid it.
Return to the abyss.
Museum Collection 001.
Wei Yuan wrote the number on the paper with a marker and pasted it casually.
While they were away, Hu Ming, the Qingqiu fox, was not idle. He bought back all the books his old friend had collected. He felt that he could not let all his hard work go to waste, so he planned to open an old bookstore.
bookstore.
I searched for many places throughout Quan City, and finally decided to open in this old town. There happened to be a two-story loft on this old street, so I simply bought it.
It has been undergoing renovations recently.
Wei Yuan looked at the simple pottery, and vivid pictures flashed through his mind, but he could no longer connect them. He simply stopped thinking about it. After all, the ancient experience only left him with pottery making and making.
It's just jade craftsmanship. At most, you can use this craftsmanship to make fakes. Other than that, life is still the same.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of a car outside. It must have been Zhang Hao's arrival.
Wei Yuan stepped out, and the bookstore next to him also opened the door. Wei Yuan subconsciously turned his head to look, wanting to say hello, but the person he saw walking out was not Hu Ming, but three girls who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old.
The girl who walked out at the end was wearing jeans, with a vigorous face, bright eyes, and a soft and gentle complexion.
The upper body is wearing a light-colored embroidered jacket, the skin is fair and delicate, and he is holding a thick book.
Wei Yuan's face froze a little.
"Senior Wei."
Hu Mei was excited at first, and then saluted honestly. Su Yaner had already smiled gently.
The Su family of Qingqiu Fox Clan and the Hu family of Qingqiu Fox Clan.
There is also a nine-tailed fox with a bronze dagger with a black bird pattern.
Su Yu'er saluted and said politely: "The ancestor said that we would be involved by the wild fox spirit because we rarely had contact with the outside world. She didn't allow it before because there was no one trustworthy. Now she said that we can stay on this street for the time being.
Please take care of me in the future."
She added: "Of course, we have already completed the transfer procedures."
"I will go to the nearest university to study."
Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and saw that Hu Ming was busy putting out the books, the bookworm was crawling quietly, the red embroidered shoes were dancing in the room, the black iron scissors clicked, Qi Jiajun's soldier soul was given to Wei Qing
The branches of the soul-nurturing tree brought back were being pruned, the water ghost was secretly drinking cola, and the five-hundred-year-old black cat was lying on the roof basking in the sun, making purring sounds.
The years are quiet and ordinary, well, at least they look ordinary.
The flower shop opposite is open.
Zhang Haozheng got out of the car and said hello, "Master Wei, you're back from your trip."
Su Yu'er next to her said politely:
"Uncle Wei, you still have guests, so we won't disturb you."
Zhang Hao glanced at Su Yu'er and said curiously:
"I didn't expect your niece to be so old, Master Wei."
Wei Yuan was silent for a moment and explained: "I'm just a little older."
"Come on, come in and sit down."
"okay."
Wei Yuan opened the door, followed by Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng, and entered the small museum. When the door opened, the bell behind the door rang softly. Wei Yuan poured them two cups of tea, sat on the sofa, and spit out
One breath.
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My name is Wei Yuan.
An ordinary museum owner.
I have a potted plant at home and a cat.
Opposite my house there is a flower shop owned by an old friend, and next door is a newly opened used book reading room.
The bookstore owner's surname is Hu, and he fosters three high school students from his hometown.
Live a normal and stable life in the old city.
PS: Second update today...
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