Chapter 134 Daughter’s Country

Wei Yuan originally thought that the old Heavenly Master's unprecedented phone call was for some important matter.

He never expected it was because they had ingredients. This was quite strange. Wei Yuan pondered slightly, thinking of a certain possibility—did Little A-Xuan want to eat his cooking again, so she pestered the old Taoist, who cherished his life, into contacting him?

Of course, this was just a joke.

Perhaps, he just wanted to eat some dishes.

Wei Yuan looked at his hands and said, "Daoist Zhang, you know my current physical condition. I can't lift or carry anything. Right now, I..."

The old Taoist casually added, "There are quite a few fruits and vegetables grown in the spiritual fields."

"They might be more suitable for Miss Jue's taste."

Wei Yuan's tone remained unchanged, "…Right now, I have plenty of time."

The old man laughed heartily,

"That's wonderful, Daoist Wei. I'll be waiting for you on Longhu Mountain."

Wei Yuan hung up the phone, glanced at the *Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady's Six Ren Lessons* placed on the ground, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the book, dusted it off, and muttered to himself, "I'll give you one last chance." Then he washed his hands, burned incense, and meticulously prepared before casting a divination.

Very good, a peach blossom calamity.

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he threw the book back onto the bookshelf.

Peach blossom calamity, peach blossom calamity!

Even calculating Zhang Ruosu resulted in a peach blossom calamity.

There's definitely something wrong with this book!

Yuan Tiangang, I don't believe a word you say.

The great monk Yuanjue helped clear the table, smiling and saying, "What would you like for lunch, Curator Wei? This humble monk should start preparing soon. But since your injuries haven't healed, it's better to eat something light."

Wei Yuan shook his head, "I might be going to Longhu Mountain later."

"I should be eating there."

His gaze fell on the ancient Zen staff on the weapon rack in the museum, and his eyes paused for a moment.

Then he calmly looked away.

The monk understood telepathy. Although he usually didn't use it and it wouldn't affect someone of Wei Yuan's cultivation, Yuanjue still felt a trace of sorrow in the depths of his being. For some reason, it seemed to carry the taste of endless vicissitudes and the permanence of time.

In that instant, he almost subconsciously thought that Wei Yuan's black hair had turned white.

But in the blink of an eye, it was still Wei Yuan sitting there.

It was all just an illusion.

Wei Yuan pushed his wheelchair himself, thinking about things, watching the weapon spirit hone his blade. His thoughts paused—Ying Long was the second-generation God of the Huai River. He didn't know if Ying Long Gengchen had been reincarnated yet. If he finally killed him, allowing Him to reincarnate successfully,

According to the basic laws of the ritual, Ying Long should be connected to him in this life as well.

And the legend of the Water God of the Huai River.

Well, first exclude the water monkey.

Now, what is related to Wei Yuan and also connected to the divinity of the Huai River? One is the weapon spirit, and the other is…

Wei Yuan fell silent, looked at the weapon spirit, and suddenly whispered, "Gengchen?"

There was no reaction.

Generally speaking, calling out the true name with the Disha method can shake the soul.

The lack of any reaction meant it wasn't the weapon spirit.

Then the remaining choice seemed to be only one.

A water ghost?

Imagining Ying Long, who laughed heartily and drank a lake of happy water in one gulp, the former Deputy Heavenly Master of the Way of Peace, the number one swordsman of the Tang Dynasty, the halberd-wielding captain of the First Emperor, the museum curator, Wei, crossed his hands under his chin and fell into deep self-doubt.

And an uncontrollable thought emerged.

If it really was him,

Should he arrange for Ying Long to be reincarnated as soon as possible?

This account is ruined.

Deleting the account and restarting might still be possible.

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open, and Bai Niangzi in a white coat walked in.

She greeted him gently and politely.

Then she gently put down the food box and said,

"I've made some Jiangnan pastries recently, so I brought some for you."

After Wei Yuan thanked her, he took the box and opened it. Inside were quite exquisite pastries.

Wei Yuan had never been to Jiangnan before.

But seeing these delicate and cute pastries, images seemed to float before his eyes.

Jiangnan, misty rain, oil-paper umbrellas.

Red clothes, ponytails.

He was dazed for a moment and blurted out, "…Tianweizhai's pastries?"

Bai Niangzi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Indeed. Tianweizhai in Lin'an Prefecture wasn't far from my home. Xiaoqing liked them very much and often bought them…"

She said a few words, then suddenly reacted, her eyes showing a strange color, staring intently at Wei Yuan:

"Benefactor, do you remember?"

"…Remember what?"

Wei Yuan frowned.

Slight disappointment appeared on the faces of both Bai Niangzi and Yuanjue.

Wei Yuan felt a strange sensation in his heart. He had asked Yuanjue and Bai Niangzi many times, but both said that for the sake of the completeness of his memory recovery, they shouldn't tell him these things. Instead, Wei Yuan's own true spirit should surge and recall them naturally.

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow. Logically speaking, after the end of the second trial, there should also be a gradual fading of memory, but he had no such signs. Moreover, his own sword energy and sword stance became more and more condensed, vaguely seeming to have broken open the cracks in the original sealed memories.

As if, he was about to remember something.

But it was like viewing flowers in the mist, always separated by a layer.

Who exactly was that figure flickering like starlight before his eyes?

………………

After eating the pastries from Tianweizhai and carefully preserving the book left by Yuan Tiangang,

Wei Yuan finally came to Longhu Mountain, and it was the little fellow Feng Siyu who personally sent him. Wei Yuan, of course, knew she wanted to avoid the terrifying online classes, but she also said that she wanted to go to Longhu Mountain to see how Little A-Xuan was doing and harvest some melon seeds along the way.

The Yu Clan's art of wind control was quite commendable, so Wei Yuan agreed.

Although, which of the three things—skipping class, getting melon seeds, or finding A-Xuan—was more important was quite debatable.

It was just that, strangely, when they went to Longhu Mountain, the young Taoist didn't wait at the mountain gate as usual. Instead, it was another Taoist. Feng Siyu put Wei Yuan down at the mountain gate, then waved his hand and said, "Well, Curator Wei, I'll go find A-Xuan first."

"Just send me a message when you want to go back."

After saying that, he moved his feather fan and disappeared.

The strange Taoist pushed Wei Yuan's wheelchair and took him to the place where Zhang Ruosu usually stayed. But when he opened the door, Wei Yuan was stunned—before him were not one, but five white-haired old Taoists sitting inside, watching him with gentle smiles.

"Huh???"

This strange scene made Wei Yuan feel a chill down his spine.

He instinctively felt something was wrong.

The Taoist behind him pushed him forward, and Wei entered the room. Then the Taoist ducked back, closed the door, and turned to run. Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he raised his head, looking at the smiling old Taoists. After a moment of silence, he said without changing his expression:

"…Daoist Zhang, didn't you call me here because you had vegetables?"

"Where are the vegetables?"

The old Taoists looked at each other.

They smiled and approached step by step, stopping within five steps.

Then they suddenly jumped up and pounced on Wei. Zhang Ruosu held a hemp rope in his hand, gritting his teeth and rushing to the front, saying, "Fellow Daoists, no need to be polite, let's all go together."

"We finally have a chance to 'retaliate against you, kid.'"

"You've even cured my low blood pressure, old Taoist!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"This is a friendly sparring match!"

The old men of the southern village bully me for being weak and powerless.

After a fight that was more of a joke, Wei was 'forced' to be tied up.

Although he could shatter the rope with a single tremor.

But it didn't matter, he sighed and said helplessly, "So, you called me here just for this?"

Zhang Ruosu struggled to tighten the rope, saying, "Half and half. There's also another good thing. The Daughter's Kingdom managed to send a message from the depths of the rift. Judging from the time, they should have already set off and will be here soon."

Wei Yuan was surprised, "The Daughter's Kingdom is going to sign a treaty with Shenzhou? That's a good thing."

"But what does that have to do with you tying me up?"

Lin Shouyi said silently, "They have a condition."

Another Taoist took over, "They have to send you over there, tied up."

Then another Taoist said helplessly, sighing:

"For the glory of Shenzhou, Daoist Wei, you can only sacrifice yourself a little."

The last short Taoist silently added:

"Actually, I think you're profiting."

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, "…You don't think this rope can hold me, do you?"

He burst forth with strength, circulating his qi, but for some reason, the rope didn't react at all. It seemed as deep as an abyss, and Wei Yuan's inner qi was absorbed. Instead, the rope emitted bursts of golden light. Wei Yuan was surprised, and the old Taoist said triumphantly:

"Daoist Wei, have you ever heard of the Ming Dynasty novel *Investiture of the Gods*?"

"The Immortal Binding Rope in it has a prototype. This old Taoist specifically went to borrow it."

Wei Yuan: "…………"

You're ruthless enough.

Seeing Wei Yuan's stunned look, Zhang Ruosu laughed loudly, his mind clear. Finally, he shook his head and cupped his hands, saying:

"Don't worry, don't worry, we won't actually make you go and be a bride. It's just to make a show."

"A complete performance."

"This old Taoist will teach you the incantation for the Immortal Binding Rope later. After the treaty is signed, you can run away yourself." The old Taoist blinked and smiled, "The Daughter's Kingdom's additional condition is already quite unreasonable. Playing along with them is harmless."

"We have fulfilled the requirement of tying you up."

"You running away yourself has nothing to do with us, does it?"

He spread his hands in a rather rogue-like manner.

Wei Yuan said helplessly, "But why didn't you discuss it with me?"

"Instead, you directly assumed that I would refuse."

"Is there even a need to discuss it?"

Zhang Ruosu was stunned, then suspiciously said, "Don't you like the celestial maiden?"

Wei Yuan's expression froze, and then he stiffly raised his head little by little to look at the five old Taoists.

The old men saw Wei Yuan's bewildered expression and realized, raising their hands to lightly pat their foreheads, saying:

"Uh… could it be that this matter is still a secret?"

"We're 'not supposed to know' yet?"

"Sorry, sorry, Curator Wei, you can pretend you didn't hear what I just said."

Zhang Ruosu shifted his gaze without changing his expression.

The other Taoists looked at their noses and minds, with expressions that said, "I don't know anything."

While Wei Yuan was staying at Longhu Mountain, taking the opportunity to recuperate for about three days, auspicious clouds suddenly swayed on Longhu Mountain, and there was a faint sound of giant beasts roaring. The old Taoist raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems the main characters have arrived."

"Curator Wei, let's go and perform a play."

ps: Today's second update… Actually, everyone might have misunderstood this part of the plot.jpg

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