“A potter’s apprentice?”

The group of drinkers laughed and said, “How is that possible?”

“Storyteller, that person is at least the ruler of a country now. Although he relied on the precious medicine bestowed by the gods, he has lived for thousands of years. You're saying he's a potter's apprentice? Isn't that a bit too much?”

The drunken man spread his hands and smiled lazily, “Anyway, he's in the north of the Great Wilderness.”

“We're in the west of the Great Wilderness. It's so far away, what can he do to me?”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Wei Yuan took a sip of wine, the entrance was clear and cold, and his tone was calm.

“What's the name of that old man, Yi?”

The man glanced at him drunkenly, “His name is Yi Riyue.”

“Yi Riyue.”

The white-haired swordsman murmured.

In his memory.

The sunlight of the Tushan tribe was always warm, making people lazy.

However, sometimes the memories were not all beautiful.

In the final moments in Tushan, the trapped beast broke free from its seal. The sharp horns of the Bo beast charged forward. In front of it were the old craftsman's apprentice and a six-year-old child, cautious and protected their entire lives. The craftsman roared and rushed forward, blocking the apprentice and the child.

‘Your surname is Yi. Since you want to learn this craft, I'll give you a name.’

‘Since you're going to be a potter anyway, let's call you Yi Shi.’ (Yi Stone)

The potter, who almost scratched his scalp trying to come up with a good name for the young celestial maiden, gave his apprentice such a simple name. The fact proved that almost all of his wisdom and brain cells in that life were used on the girl's name, and his apprentice's name was much more casual.

But even so, he didn't skimp on teaching him everything he knew.

After all, he was already old at that time.

Precious medicines and spells could heal physical wounds.

But they couldn't smooth the aging of the soul.

People with short lifespans always want to pass on everything they have learned in their lives to the next generation.

“Yi Riyue, like an ordinary stone, is no longer worthy of your ambition, so you abandoned even your name? Or does Yi Riyue mean acting according to the instructions of the sun and moon gods…”

Wei Yuan murmured silently.

The drunken man said, “But no matter what the name is, it's useless.”

“After all, he was originally a mortal. Even if he has been constantly trying to prolong his life for so long, he has reached his limit. There are three Qingniao in West Kunlun, and there are also three five-colored birds, Luan birds, Phoenix birds, and Emperor birds in the Great Wilderness. What he ate was just the grass guarded by the five-colored birds, barely surviving in the world.”

“I guess he'll die in a few days.”

“However, enjoying wealth and honor for thousands of years can also be considered a happy funeral.”

The white-haired swordsman silently drank his wine.

After a long silence, when he looked up, he saw that the unkempt man was already drunk.

Wei Yuan reached out and placed the Great Wilderness coins on the table, then left silently.

This Bai Clan country is on the west side of the Great Wilderness, and the Mao Min country where Yi Riyue is located is in the north of the Great Wilderness. The battle with Taotie is in ten days. He has to solve the matter within these ten days, and then return to the human world to fight Taotie.

But, what should he do…

After the white-haired swordsman left, the storyteller, who was originally drunk and lying on the table, opened his eyes, thoughtfully, and then picked up the Great Coins on the table, put them in his sleeve, and poured the remaining wine in the glass on the table into a wine bag, without missing a drop.

Then he slowly went downstairs.

………………

Wei Yuan identified the direction and headed north of the Great Wilderness.

He had to hurry.

The Great Wilderness is extremely vast, comparable to the Kunlun Mountain and Sea.

The point is, he can't fly here. It's not that he can't do it, but this Great Wilderness is different from the divided Mountain and Sea. This place is complete. No one knows whether there are some grumpy gods hidden in the mountains and rivers on the roadside.

And these gods might have some kind of karma with him.

For example, being beaten by Yu, being beaten by Yu, being beaten by Yu.

Moreover, the west side of the Great Wilderness…

The father of the Twelve Yuanchen, the god Yi Ming, who is in charge of the movement of the sun, moon, and stars, is here.

Chang Xi, the wife of Emperor Jun, who brought twelve rounds of the moon to force the human race, is also in the west.

Unlike Kunlun, this place is almost full of enemies.

Wei Yuan pondered.

That's not right…

It seems that Kunlun is not much different.

A certain *Mountain and Sea Realm* author fell into contemplation.

He always felt that the fierce beasts in Kunlun were also particularly enthusiastic.

Finally, he came to the conclusion—

No matter what.

It's all Yu's fault!

……………………

Wei Yuan had only been walking for a while when he saw someone sitting on a bluestone by the roadside, drinking and singing loudly, unrestrained and free, quite like a master. It was the storyteller, the drunken storyteller, who saw the white-haired swordsman coming, leaned back slightly, and put on the air of a master among the worldly masters.

He raised his neck and drank wine, laughing loudly, “Knowing the past and future, calculating the common people of the world.”

“A thousand autumns and ten thousand years of fame, entrusted to the cup.”

“Happy, happy, hahaha!”

This demeanor was extremely unrestrained, and the storyteller, filled with alcohol, was pleased with himself.

With this demeanor, this temperament, wouldn't this guy be shocked?

But after waiting for a long time without hearing anyone speak, the storyteller's posture was a little sore, he turned his head to look over, and then he was stunned, his voice stopped abruptly.

There was nothing in front of him.

The white-haired swordsman hurried past, ran far away without even looking at him.

Leaving the storyteller messy in the wind.

No… he ran away?

He just ran away?!

“Wait, this is not right…”

“You are not playing by the rules.”

…………

Wei Yuan went far away, frowning—as he expected.

There was something wrong with this storyteller.

He knew too much.

Now he was deliberately waiting for him in front.

There was something fishy.

This was the Great Wilderness after all, it was better to be careful.

Just as he was thinking, he met the drunken storyteller again. Wei Yuan ignored him directly, his speed was even faster than before, but it was also strange, several times, Wei Yuan could see this down-and-out drunken man on the roadside in front of him.

And every time he turned a blind eye.

Finally, the man couldn't bear it anymore, and directly blocked the road, saying, “Stop, stop for me…”

“Aren't you curious?!”

Wei Yuan turned his head to look at the drunken man in green.

Wei Yuan pondered for three seconds.

Then he took out a few Great Coins and placed them on the ground.

“That's all I have.”

“Take it and drink.”

Storyteller: “…………”

“What do you take me for?!”

“Am I a beggar?!”

The man in green said angrily, then squatted down, picked up the Great Wilderness copper coins, stuffed them into his sleeve, looked at the white-haired swordsman in front of him with calm eyes, without any ripples, and finally seemed to sigh in annoyance, helplessly saying: “I was entrusted by someone to come and guide you people participating in the trial.”

He stretched out his finger and pointed to Wei Yuan's palm, “You should have a brand there, right?”

“On the back of your hand, a door, that door represents how long you can stay here.”

“The Great Wilderness is very far away from Kunlun Mountain and Sea, you can't come here easily. Kaiming Beast sent you here, and there are nine heavenly gates in Kunlun's Southern Abyss, which means you only have nine days. Within nine days, you must complete the Kunlun trial, otherwise, you can only fail, and the mark on this brand will send you back to the human world.”

The man in green revealed the inside story.

He paused, waiting for Wei Yuan to ask him.

But he saw the white-haired swordsman thoughtful, then nodded and said, “Thank you.”

He seemed to be planning to turn around and leave. The drunken storyteller quickly reached out and grabbed him, stammering:

“Wait, aren't you going to ask me how to pass the Kunlun trial?”

“Aren't you going to ask what the Kunlun trial is?”

Wei Yuan replied, “No need… Nine days may not be enough.”

The storyteller was stunned.

But he stubbornly held Wei Yuan and refused to let him go, saying, “Wait, you go and try.”

He really didn't understand the choice of the person in front of him. If he hadn't made an agreement with Kaiming Beast before to guide each person who participated in the Kunlun trial to that place, he wouldn't bother with this matter. Moreover, over the years, this was the first time someone really didn't plan to go to the trial.

Then what are you doing in the Great Wilderness?!

Traveling and eating?!

The man with messy hair had a headache and finally had to say, “Okay, okay, I'll tell you the content, isn't telling you the content okay? In the past, the Great Wilderness and Kunlun fought each other, and Kunlun took the upper hand, so, in fact, in the deepest part of this Great Wilderness, on the west side of the Fengju Jade Gate where the sun and moon enter, there is also a mountain.”

“That mountain is directly called the Mountain of the Queen Mother.”

“The attendants of the Queen Mother of the West, the Sanqing Birds, are near this mountain.”

“Below it is the Xuanyuan Platform.”

“As long as you reach the Mountain of the Queen Mother, get a bow from the Sanqing Birds, and then climb the Xuanyuan Platform and shoot west, you can pass the trial. Just go with me, I have been so frank, nine days is very tight.”

Wei Yuan knew for the first time that the Queen Mother of the West had actually set up a mountain here.

This was the Great Wilderness.

However, it can be seen from this how bad the relationship between Kunlun and the Great Wilderness was back then.

The person in front of him said it so simply, but the difficulty of the trial must be very high.

If it were before, he would probably go.

But now he didn't have that thought, pondered for a while, and looked at the man next to him, saying:

“How much lifespan does Yi Riyue have left?”

“Him? What are you asking this for?”

“Probably not much, maybe three or five days, maybe ten days, or maybe one or two months.”

“Because only that wisp of gossamer is left, it may be able to support it for a long time, or maybe he will never wake up again after closing his eyes.”

“Okay, I have answered the questions you asked, you have to come with me.”

Wei Yuan sighed, “I still have things to do, sir, I have also given you the money, you can go drinking and have fun, there is no need to pester me…”

“How can this be called pestering you?!”

The drunken man pressed Wei Yuan's shoulder tightly with his right hand, gritted his teeth and smiled:

“It's just that I have a good relationship with you.”

“I think, we can go together for a while, for example, go to Xuanyuan Platform to have a look first.”

Wei Yuan was helpless, just about to break free from the man's palm, but the strange strength of this body, for a time, he couldn't break free, and when he was vaguely preparing to do it, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He hadn't paid much attention before, but looking at it up close.

This face, if he tidied up his messy hair and shaved the stubble on his face.

Suddenly became familiar.

Especially when this storyteller, who seemed to know everything, mustered his strength, that familiar feeling became more and more obvious, and when Wei Yuan's sword intent surged, the storyteller also suddenly raised his head, looking at the white-haired swordsman in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.

Both of them stopped their movements at the same time, and the expressions on their faces were slightly frozen.

The corners of the storyteller's mouth twitched: “This soul aura… no way…”

Wei Yuan thoughtfully: “This face… could it be…”

“It's you!”

“It's you!”

The storyteller took a few steps back.

Then blurted out:

“You are the pendant next to King Yu.”

“The potter Yuan who wrote the black history of the Kunlun Four Seas and Eight Desolations ghosts and gods?!”

Wei Yuan exclaimed:

“You are the pendant next to Xuanyuan.”

“Bai Ze, who wrote a full ten thousand black histories of ghosts and gods?!”

The two of them stared at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

In the mountains and seas of the Great Wilderness, in the years of Kunlun, there were countless gods, ghosts, and fierce beasts.

And if you had to choose a list of the most gnashing-of-teeth people or gods from the bottom of the hearts of all the fierce beasts and ghosts and gods, then the others could be put aside, and the Big Brother on this list could only be born from two names.

The pendant on Xuanyuan Huangdi's thigh, who took the initiative to record 11,520 kinds of ghosts and gods' black history for Xuanyuan, and also included appearance diagrams and methods of dealing with them, and then freeloaded on the human race, Bai Ze.

The pendant on the thigh of the King of Men, Emperor Yu, who recorded five volumes of the Mountain Scripture, eight volumes of the Sea Scripture, plus the four volumes of the Great Wilderness Scripture made by King Yu and attributed to his name, a total of seventeen volumes of the Mountain and Sea Scripture, with the black history and gourmet practices of countless fierce beasts and ghosts and gods, the potter Yuan.

And the two strong candidates for the list of Big Brother, which made countless fierce beasts and ghosts and gods hate them with itching teeth.

Met here today.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Presumably, those fierce beasts and ghosts and gods who hated them with itching teeth would also be happy for it… right?

Wei Yuan thoughtfully: “The Great Wilderness Western Scripture, there is the Long Mountain of the Great Swamp, the country of the Bai Clan.”

“The Mountain of the Great Swamp, the country of the Bai Clan, Bai Ze, is this your place?”

Bai Ze coughed a few times and said, “No way… I can't stay in Kunlun and the Central Plains. After Xuanyuan's death, Xuan Nu again… Anyway, there are too many enemies, if I were there, I might become a recipe.”

“However, I figured it out… I figured out why you don't plan to go to Xuanyuan Platform.”

“You want to solve the matter of the human traitor, right?”

Bai Ze sighed with a wry smile: “If I had known, I shouldn't have said it out of my mouth.”

“Are you going to the north of the Great Wilderness? Bitterly…”

“Then I won't bother you.”

Bai Ze withdrew his hand and then turned to leave.

He only took a few steps.

A hand pressed on his shoulder.

Bai Ze didn't change his face and said, “…What's the matter?”

Wei Yuan thoughtfully said, “Bai Ze, understands the emotions of all things, knows the appearances of all things.”

“It just so happens that I don't know the way very well, didn't you say that I have a good relationship with you?”

“Why don't we walk together?”

The corner of Bai Ze's mouth twitched and said, “Don't think about pulling me into the water.”

Wei Yuan said quietly, “You were the one who wanted to pull me into the water first…”

“You must have agreed something with Kaiming Beast.”

“Could it be that your black history has also been targeted by Kaiming Beast?”

“So I have to do the job of guiding people to Xuanyuan Platform.”

Bai Ze's face froze.

Then he straightened his neck and said, “So what?”

“Everyone is a pendant, now that Xuanyuan and Da Yu are not here, I am also the body of a divine beast, you are a potter, what else do you want…”

With a clang.

Wei Yuan directly took out a large axe from his sleeve and smashed it on the ground with a click.

Bai Ze's voice stopped as if he was being choked.

Lowering his head, he glanced at the bright axe blade.

He also looked at the expressionless white-haired potter.

He also glanced at the big axe.

As a certain Bai Ze, the pendant on Xuanyuan Huangdi's thigh, the corners of his forehead twitched.

Was it an illusion…

Why was this axe so familiar?

“Xingtian Axe?”

“Xingtian Axe.”

“Where did it come from?”

“Xingtian gave it.”

“Can you use it?”

“It's quite handy.”

Bai Ze was silent, then laughed heartily, “Ha, haha, you, you are a civil servant, you should have said so earlier.”

“I think, we really have a good relationship.”

“Why don't we go together next?!”

“Can I ask?”

“What are you going to do in the Mao Min country?”

Wei Yuan's thoughts paused.

What to do?

He thought.

The ignorant young man of the past appeared in front of him.

He replied, “To retrieve the ‘thing’ I once gave him.”

ps: Today's first update... four thousand six hundred words. Thank you for the thousands of stars of eyes million reward, thank you~

*The Great Wilderness Western Scripture*: There is the Long Mountain of the Great Swamp. There is the country of the Bai Clan.

To the west is the Mountain of the Queen Mother, Heshan, and Haishan. There is the Xuanyuan Platform, and the shooter dare not shoot westward, fearing the Xuanyuan Platform.