The voice of Zhu Jiuyin fell flatly, and Kua Fu's face was full of doubt.

Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady seemed thoughtful, a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth.

As for Wu Zhiqi... Wu Zhiqi didn't care about these things. He just lowered his head to play games.

The expression on Wei Yuan's face froze slightly.

Then quickly returned to normal.

"Oh, Yuan Tiangang."

The teacher of the number one sword master of the Tang Dynasty, the master of a sword that chilled fourteen prefectures, museum curator Wei Yuan held a cup of tea, his face peaceful and smiling:

"Is it Yuan Tiangang who used to eat with me?"

Zhu Jiuyin twirled a cup of tea, swaying it slightly, his eyes ancient, and leisurely said:

"No."

"It's Yuan Tiangang who was punched in the right eye by you when you met."

"Hahaha, is it Yuan Tiangang who toured Chang'an with me?"

"No."

"It's Yuan Tiangang whose grave you dug up after his death."

Wei Yuan: "............"

He put down his teacup, got up, put the chair back under the table, and bowed slightly.

His expression was sincere.

"Sorry, I bothered you."

"I'm already full."

"Goodbye."

Then he turned and left.

All in one go!

Zhu Jiuyin took a sip of tea, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I won't care too much. After all, you accompanied Tang Xuanzang on the journey to the West, at least you are one of the prototypes of the Monkey King born in the legends of later generations, right?"

Wei Yuan walked away in a hurry.

Suddenly,

A hand pressed on his shoulder.

Even Wei Yuan's strength could not break free in the dream.

Wei Yuan's face stiffened, turning his head stiffly, and saw the tall white ape Wu Zhiqi. Because the perspective was from bottom to top, Wu Zhiqi's face was covered with a layer of shadow, and his eyes revealed golden light.

However, today the golden light in these eyes is a bit red.

Then a twisted smile appeared on Wu Zhiqi's face, one hand pressed on Wei Yuan's shoulder, and the other hand slowly lifted, with a smile, his right hand turned into a fist, and smashed the game console with a crack.

"Yo, Wei Yuan... why are you leaving in such a hurry..."

The bulging veins stretched from his arms to the corners of his forehead, and Wu Zhiqi's face twisted.

"This is your dream."

"Hahaha, why leave, that's too polite."

"Too polite!"

"Come here... come here!"

Wu Zhiqi, laughing 'cheerfully', dragged the seriously ill Wei Yuan back. Kua Fu saw two deep trenches appearing on the ground in the dream, and then the Lord of Huai River raised his hand to say hello.

"Yo, Zhu Jiuyin, please turn off the lights."

Zhu Jiuyin took a cup and drank tea, his expression calm.

Closed his eyes.

…………………………

“...Curator Wei?”

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

After getting up in the morning, the great monk Yuanjue, who used sweeping as his homework, stared strangely at Wei Yuan, who kept rubbing his eyes, and couldn't help asking. After the latter came over today, he kept rubbing his eye sockets, rubbing his left eye, and then rubbing his right eye.

Wei Yuan raised his head, his eyes twitched, and said, "Yes, I didn't sleep well."

"I had a nightmare that I wanted to wake up from, but I couldn't."

His voice paused, and he sighed, "It was a nightmare."

However, he had to face it sooner or later. Wei Yuan raised his hand and pressed his eye socket, the corner of his mouth twitched. He felt that he was a bit unlucky yesterday. His left eye was punched by the Kunlun goddess whose identity was unknown, and his right eye was punched by Wu Zhiqi. He never expected that Zhu Jiuyin was so insidious.

Saying those fatal words while watching him drink tea.

As a result, Wu Zhiqi's anger was directly ignited.

He fought all night yesterday, and in the end, the right eye socket could not be saved.

The monkeys in Nan Village bullied me for being weak.

You rebellious son!

Wei Yuan rubbed his eye socket and went to eat porridge.

Bottom of the Huai River.

Wu Zhiqi rubbed his left eye socket, grinning, not even interested in playing games.

Of course, he won the whole night yesterday, but that guy also gave him a hard blow to the eye socket at the end.

Although it was in Wei Yuan's dream.

Although Wu Zhiqi was still under seal.

But this punch made Wu Zhiqi start to doubt his monkey life and recall the old things.

And the pottery jar specially blessed by the Tu Shan goddess Nüjiao.

After thinking.

So he restarted a game.

No matter what, I won in the end anyway.

Wu Zhiqi's brain circuit instantly found a matter-of-course route.

Happy mood.

In that case, he will surely win a great victory today.

Wu Zhiqi opened the game, connected to the Internet with the method he figured out, and then entered the game interface refreshed, and saw a matching teammate, a black cat head with a peace sign avatar, named 'I control the dragon and tiger and I am invincible, I disdain becoming a god, hooray'

Wu Zhiqi sneered.

Okay, I've never seen such an arrogant one.

Today I will let you see what it means to become a god.

However, this game should be stable.

Wu Zhiqi looked at the cat's head with the peace sign.

With a pleasant mood, he entered the game.

………………

At this time, Kua Fu in the lucid dream was lost in thought.

A guess, not necessarily right.

This is just a dream after all.

He just seemed, maybe, possibly, saw a brawl?

After being punched a few times, a certain museum curator angrily stood up from his wheelchair, and then, with a bruised nose and swollen face but a happy grin, he picked up the wheelchair and smashed it on the monkey's head, then the monkey flipped his hand and used the iron chain to play a cross lock. Finally, while smashing the ground with his hand, smashing out cracks, he shouted that he wanted to die, wanted to die. This scene caused severe psychological trauma to Comrade Kua Fu.

Although he couldn't win, he stubbornly held his breath to give Wu Zhiqi a hard blow to the eye socket, and then the two of them gave each other a friendly gesture, rubbed their eye sockets, drank happy water, and left with harsh words. There is no doubt that the extent of this fight was even greater.

But, a fight... is it to this extent?

Kua Fu pondered, and finally murmured: "...It's a pity he didn't become a civil official."

"He is a civil official."

Zhu Jiuyin said lightly:

"And he is Yu's civil official."

Kua Fu: "............"

Everything suddenly became reasonable.

I gradually understood everything.

……………………

In any case, now that he knew that his sword had the blood of the gods of the Shan Hai Da Huang, Wei Yuan had no choice but to accept it and think about the current situation. The opponent's lineup now had at least the wild god of the Houtu lineage. Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, and sword energy flowed between his fingers.

During this period, Kua Lin did not come over, seemingly earnestly negotiating an alliance with the human world.

Wei Yuan also recuperated for a few days.

Xiao Yu'er rarely came back from the mountain to rest for a while, but it was a pity that Daoist cultivation, especially the foundation building in her stage of cultivation, was extremely strict, so after a period of rest at home, she still had to return to the mountain to cultivate.

Feng Siyu, like in her dream in the Peach Blossom Garden, liked to play with the little guy very much.

In the end, she generously opened her snack inventory to Xiao Yu'er and Lin Ling'er.

It's a pity that there is no special drink for water ghosts.

Wei Yuan divined his position, but he could only know that it was a good thing to be in the world of Shan Hai. He didn't know anything else. He didn't know what he was doing there now. There was no happy water in the world of Shan Hai, so why was he so reluctant to leave?

This time, he didn't take the high-speed train or anything, but directly sent them back to the Weiming Sect mountain gate by riding the wind.

This mountain was still the same as when Wei Yuan came here.

The green hills were still there, but the mood was completely different.

Just as the two little guys were sent down by the wind.

Wei Yuan's pupils shrank.

A sense of urgency arose in his heart.

He suddenly raised his head and happened to see that the mountain and sea rift near the Weiming Sect suddenly became dark and deep. Then, a fierce beast as big as a hill flew out of this mountain and sea rift, violent and crazy, rushing towards the two little guys in a panic.

"Be careful!!!"

Feng Siyu exclaimed, her wings fanned, and flames flowed, about to fly over.

The Daoist elders who had refused to let Zhang Xiaoyu, a living corpse, come to the Weiming Sect paled, almost instinctively roaring, stepping into the air, the sword in their hands swept out, trying to block Zhang Xiaoyu and Lin Ling'er, but the fierce beast was violent, so it could not be stopped at all.

And at this moment, a sword cry suddenly burst out in the air.

Heaven and earth seemed to freeze.

Everyone had the illusion of being cut by a sharp edge in an instant.

The giant mountain-like fierce beast froze, and then broke directly from the middle.

Zhang Xiaoyu widened her eyes and saw the young man in black and red clothes in front of her. The latter didn't know when he appeared, and his arm lifted, pulling a piece of cloud to cover Zhang Xiaoyu and Lin Ling'er's eyes, so that they didn't see the **** scene of this huge fierce beast being beheaded.

Among the mountains, the young man with a cold expression pointed his fingers together like a sword.

The huge fierce beast in front of him slowly fell to the ground.

The blood was dripping and the **** smell was strong.

All of this gave people a very impactful picture.

The people of Weiming Sect were speechless. Suddenly, Wei Yuan's face turned pale, he groaned, and his sword finger trembled slightly. With his current body, running the sharpest aura in the world, the severe pain surfaced immediately after the sword energy dissipated, and traces of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

His face was as white as if there was no blood, only those eyes were like cold stars.

His five fingers clenched slightly, and the blood of the fallen demon beast rose, condensing into a restrained and solid blood sword. Just as he was about to make a move, Zhang Xiaoyu behind him stretched out her hand and pulled Wei Yuan's sleeve. Wei Yuan lowered his head and saw the look in the little girl's eyes. Zhang Xiaoyu, wearing a Daoist robe, shook her head, and there was a rare look of entreaty in her eyes.

She is a living corpse.

She had already felt the strong aura of death on Wei Yuan's body, so she refused to let Wei Yuan take action again.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and sighed.

The blood sword in his hand dissipated, turning into a rain of blood and falling into the mountains and forests.

Zhang Xiaoyu pressed Wei Yuan's finger and asked, "Does it hurt..."

Wei Yuan reached out and rubbed the little girl's hair and said:

"I'm fine."

When things reached this point, Wei Yuan couldn't let Zhang Xiaoyu and Lin Ling'er stay here.

It would be better to send them to Longhu Mountain.

Wei Yuan had a feeling that the sudden madness of this fierce beast was aimed at him, not really at these two little guys. It was only at this moment that Wei Yuan became more and more concerned that these mountain and sea rifts were usually not dangerous, but once a being with a certain level of strength took action.

Then these places may turn into a road for fierce beasts to break into the human world at any time.

But, who is targeting him?

After racking his brains, Wei Yuan could only frown.

Because it seemed that there were too many.

ps: Today's first update... 3,200 words, buffer chapter

Scratching my head, it's like what I said before, if there is no third update before 1:30, then there will be no third update. After experiencing a period of time in the third update state, I have realized it, survival is the most important thing.