“So, let's go invite her out?"

Feng Siyu stuffed a handful of snacks into her mouth, her bright, brown almond eyes shining.

"So, let's go invite her out!"

The Water Ghost, holding a swaying goblet, made this suggestion.

Then, seeing Wei Yuan's hesitation, the old Taoist's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Wei Yuan was the kind of person who was very sensitive to details. Such an obvious direct approach would easily reveal their flaws. At this time, he couldn't do anything about it, and the monk on the side had already closed his eyes and chanted scriptures to escape reality.

Just then, the Water Ghost took a swig of his happy water, and as everyone was wondering how to continue, he slammed the table and said fearlessly:

"Boss."

He said, "Are you chickening out again?!"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Zhang Ruosu: "…………"

Qijia Army War Souls: "…………"

Yuanjue: "…………"

If this were a stage play, then the Water Ghost would be the absolute center. At this moment, high-powered spotlights that you couldn't usually buy should be shining on him from all directions, setting off the Water Ghost in everyone's eyes as handsome and bright as a god, or as tragic as a hero from ancient Greek mythology.

But this is reality.

The Water Ghost was like a convenience store clerk hilariously charging a heavily armed violent group with a bottle of happy water.

Ding, the Water Ghost used the skill Self-Destructive Sacrifice, with remarkable effect!

A moment later, the Water Ghost was thrown out again, backwards. Before being thrown out, he gave everyone a thumbs up, with a hearty smile on his face.

'My life, I have no regrets.'

The old Taoist and the war souls gasped and paid their respects.

Whether it was Feng Siyu's whispering or the Water Ghost's self-destructive attack, they finally succeeded in getting Wei Yuan and Jue out of the house. It was almost winter, and the weather was getting a little cold, but Wei Yuan felt his heart beating faster for some reason.

Scientific studies have proven that the surrounding atmosphere can also inversely affect a person's emotions and sanity.

So, taking the person you like on a roller coaster will make their heart beat faster, mistakenly thinking that this accelerated heartbeat is because they like you, so haunted houses and horror movies have also become the best places for young men and women to gather with their little thoughts.

As long as your sweetheart isn't the kind who instinctively kicks the haunted house staff into oblivion.

Then, the favorability rating will be extremely high.

Wei Yuan's mind was in turmoil. He just wanted to give a gift, but after being messed with like this, he felt a little uneasy. He smiled and nodded as if nothing had happened. The goddess on the other side recalled the paintings just now and subconsciously looked away.

The smile on Wei Yuan's face froze.

Are you seriously taking a step back?

It was just a commemorative gift.

There was no need for this.

"Morning."

"Mm, morning."

After a simple greeting, there was a long silence.

A strange silence was fermenting between the two of them, which also made the Water Ghost sigh. In the distant Qingqiu Kingdom, Nv Jiao pursed her lips. This guy was really a wimp. In the end, Wei Yuan seemed to muster the courage he once had when fighting the Six Kingdoms, and asked in a normal tone:

"I saw Ehuang and Nvying come."

He smiled and said, "It's rare to see them. How about we have a simple meal together tonight?"

The Water Ghost clenched his fist secretly.

Yes!

The goddess raised her hand and gently tidied the blue silk that fell from her temples, and said as usual, "Okay."

A gleam of light flashed in Feng Siyu's eyes.

Feng Siyu and the Water Ghost exchanged a look.

Hmph, you did a good job.

You're not bad either.

Then the girl's fingers behind her back tapped out Morse code skillfully.

The Water Ghost, hanging up, shook and sent out Morse code at a frequency.

"This is Snacks, this is Snacks, the phased mission has been completed, over."

"This is Cola, this is Cola, the phased mission has been completed, over."

Nv Jiao adjusted her sunglasses.

The elegant white hair turned into a neat high ponytail, and the corners of her eyes were painted with bright red eyeshadow. She raised her hand and tightened the loose feather belt around her waist, and with a hook of her lips, she changed from the elegant Qingqiu Queen to the Tushan goddess who traveled the mountains and seas with the long whip passed down from Shennong, feeling the joy of her travels back then.

Leaning on the high-backed chair, wearing a baseball cap, she patted the 'script' in her hand:

"Okay, pass."

"Next scene."

………………

In Quanzhou in winter, you can't see the heavy snow like in the north, but there's no problem with the sky being clear. At night, you can see the clear starry sky. Because there's a lack of light pollution here in the old street, the starry sky can be even purer.

During the meal, Wei Yuan was a little absent-minded.

And everyone else was eating absent-mindedly.

Only Zhang Hao, a member of the Special Operations Team who came to freeload on time, was still eating happily.

He even managed to suppress Feng Siyu in terms of the amount of food he consumed.

"I've practiced hard."

Zhang Hao said modestly in a Versailles tone, satisfied.

But he didn't say that in order to resist Feng Siyu's suppression, he did basic training every day, hanging dumbbells at the limit of ordinary people on his arms and quickly picking up soybeans with chopsticks in his stomach. This wasn't because of that damned competitive spirit, but because of the purpose of freeloading.

Good food is great to begin with.

And free food is even more delicious.

Zhang Hao, who didn't know what the arrangement would be next, successfully played a role in interfering with Wei Yuan and Jue's own judgment, while the old Taoist, Feng Siyu, and even the Water Ghost had quietly left the museum's restaurant. Today's gift had to have an atmosphere. It felt strange to give a gift at a family dinner.

The painter's ghost sat cross-legged in the small attic on the second floor of the flower shop.

Surrounded by large patches of blooming violets.

This represents eternal beauty and love, and represents simple virtue and the never-fading midsummer.

Integrating these three points, this mysterious and quiet flower always symbolizes a long-lasting existence and beauty, like the high wind circling above the nine heavens, like the humans walking alone in the world. The wind will not stop flowing, just as humans have never given up exploring.

The painter looked down at the museum cross-legged, with several canvases next to her. She wore headphones, drank a beverage, and replied, "Ahem, I'm in tuning mode, 123, 123, vodka is in position."

"I'll bet on my name as a painter to capture the best picture."

She raised her head and chugged down a mysterious liquid beverage.

While waiting for things to happen, she took out her phone and swiped silently.

She saw that there were still fans in her fan group asking her if she would produce more content recently.

"It's a pity, I've already retired."

The young female painter muttered regretfully.

While her fans were sobbing and marveling that a generation of grandmasters was about to fall,

She hooked the corners of her mouth, and then added triumphantly:

"But I can jump back in."

"Hmph, not only that, but I can also jump horizontally on the shore, spreading my wings like a roc on the shore."

She put away her phone and gestured to the environment with her thumb, feeling a little regretful in her heart. It was a pity that almost all of her masterpieces had not been approved. The final gift chosen was just to give a handmade pottery, there was no way, it was really too regrettable, it was rare to draw something good.

What a pity.

The old Taoist freed himself to the little paper figurine in the museum, flew into the sky, and with a flick of his sleeves, performed the Returning Wind and Returning Fire spell, gathering and collecting all the smog and pollution in the sky above the old street, so that the starry sky tonight would be more suitable for giving gifts.

The Water Ghost quietly climbed to the second floor. His task was to send back photos of various perspectives to Nv Jiao of the Qingqiu Kingdom. He saw the painter's ghost and said strangely, "What are you drinking?"

"A drink, I call it Quanzhou Happy Water."

The Water Ghost saw the painter's drinks, which were the same color as Happy Water.

He took a cup with interest, looked at the old street with a sigh, and then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. Immediately, his expression froze, and he suddenly turned his head and spat the black drink out directly. His eyes widened and he coughed violently: "This, this, this, what is this?"

The painter's ghost, whose appearance had gradually solidified to that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old with her cultivation, said:

"Happy Water."

The Water Ghost was stunned and furious, and said decisively, "This is not cola water at all!"

The painter's ghost said slowly, "This makes me happy, why can't it be called Happy Water?"

"Besides, aren't the colors the same?"

The corners of the Water Ghost's mouth twitched: "………You heretic!"

"What exactly is this?"

The painter thought for a while, and counted on her fingers: "If you're talking about the ratio, let me think, 2 ounces of vodka, 1 ounce of white rum, 2 ounces of lemon juice, 1 ounce of gin, 1 ounce of tequila, 1/2 ounce of orange liqueur, and, of course, cola."

"Cola? How much?"

The painter girl looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, and smiled shyly:

"Appropriate amount."

Water Ghost: "…………"

The Water Ghost, wearing a butler's uniform, elegantly took out a lighter and put it next to the painter's happy water.

He snapped it open.

With a whoosh, blue flames burned on the surface of the happy water.

Veins popped out on the Water Ghost's forehead: "You said this is happy water?!"

"It's happy water."

"This is not happy water at all!"

While the Happy Water Duo of the Museum were clashing, Ehuang learned from her phone that the mistress she had been silently following had the intention of returning to the market, and she was very relieved. Then she nervously looked outside. She and Nv Jiao had inherited Shennong's whip to taste hundreds of herbs at a young age, but unlike her personality of walking the world with King Yu, she was more gentle and kind.

At this time, Feng Siyu spread her wings behind her back and flew in the air, carrying a flower basket.

Her task was to create an atmosphere, an atmosphere, still an atmosphere!

She was almost like that Cupid in the legend.

She pretended to draw a bow and made an arrow gesture, "Hmph, this arrow will pierce the stars..."

It was just that at this time, the child of the museum's neighbor happened to be in the attic, pushed open the window, originally wanting to see the scenery outside the window, but saw a beautiful and ethereal girl fluttering her wings, and was stunned.

Feng Siyu making a bow and arrow gesture: "…………"

Only then did she remember that she hadn't concealed her aura. She was stunned for a moment, but didn't think much about it.

She had no sense of social embarrassment.

With a bright smile, she stretched out her hand: "Trick or treat!"

For her, what this festival or that festival didn't matter.

Having something to eat and being able to slack off was a good festival!

The museum neighbor, whose brain froze, blankly took out his fruit candy and handed it over, and then saw the Yuren girl leave triumphantly. It took him a long time to react, turned around, took a deep breath, and almost rolled and crawled down the stairs.

"Mom! Mom!"

His shouts could still be vaguely heard: "Come out and see the angel!"

Feng Siyu stuck out her tongue, flapped her wings and flew into the sky, adding an invisibility spell to herself to prevent anyone from seeing her again. The original plan was that as soon as they gave a gift, she would sprinkle all these flowers down, like a scene in a story.

At this time, Jue, who didn't know anything, and Wei Yuan, who had vaguely guessed the problem.

There were only the two of them left in the house.

Even Zhang Hao had been carried out by the Qijia Army War Soul and Yuanjue in the name of exchanging knife skills and martial arts. It was conceivable that whether it was exchanging knife skills with the Qijia Army War Soul, or competing with the Xuanzang successor, the Taoist didn't get any advantage.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath.

You're finished, do you really think I didn't react...

Just wait for me.

And Jue was also thinking about how to give Wei Yuan the pottery she had made.

"By the way..."

The two of them looked at each other at the same time, their eyes meeting almost without any expectation. The atmosphere that was a little strange from the beginning became subtle, and on the second floor of the flower building, the shy girl painter pressed the Water Ghost's head and pressed him to the ground, watching the next development with bright eyes.

"Get out of my way!"

Feng Siyu, who was soaring in the sky, was about to sprinkle flower petals, but found that when she took the candy just now, all the petals were sprinkled. The Water Ghost was directly overturned by the wine-soaked girl painter. Nv Jiao's left and right arms, the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Chick, were directly gone, losing their original purpose and function.

Wei Yuan had seen the naive goddess who didn't understand human emotions, and had seen her when she was a young and ignorant girl.

He had also seen her who already understood some of the principles of the world.

But he hadn't seen such a girl.

His heart was beating a little faster again, the sky was clear, and the stars were bright.

"Jue, I..."

"Yuan, I..."

The two of them spoke almost at the same time.

Perhaps it was the traces left by the years spent together in the late Three Kingdoms period. Sometimes, the two of them were always tacitly in perfect harmony, their voices paused, Wei Yuan looked at the surprised girl, and slowly exhaled a breath. For some reason, those worries and anxieties disappeared.

It's just a gift, what's there to worry about?

He took out the gift he had prepared earlier, the pottery he brought back from the Yumin Kingdom.

Which made Nv Jiao, who could only see this scene through camera technology, extremely disappointed.

"This is my gift to you."

Wei Yuan said softly, and then tapped the pottery lightly with his finger. His originally black pupils turned golden in a short period of time. At this moment, Wuzhiqi, who was at the bottom of the Huai River, put down his game console and cursed, preparing to take action, his right hand stretched out.

Almost at the same time.

Wei Yuan's voice and Wuzhiqi's voice rose in his heart.

"Divine Realm · Illusion of Mountain Haze."

"Divine Realm · Mirage."

There is miasma in the mountains, and people who stray into it will lose their way. And in the waters, there is a god named Shen, who can control illusions, and is called the Shen Dragon. But there is also a saying that Shen is just a weak creature, admiring the greatness of the Dragon God, so it uses illusions to disguise itself as the appearance of a Dragon God, even the identity of the Dragon is just an illusion.

But in any case, the divine realm of illusions was unfolded simultaneously with the power of the mountain god and the Huai River scourge.

Wuzhiqi said that illusions were something he disdained to use, but he understood it to some extent.

Feng Siyu, who was flying in the air with a sad face, suddenly saw a light rising from the old street. This soft light almost instantly filled the entire street. Not only the group at the museum, but even the residents who had been abandoned by the bustling city and remained in this slow pace of life noticed this light.

They opened the windows and pushed open the doors.

Starlight sprinkled into the world, and the songs and dances of the Yuren tribe reappeared in the world after more than five thousand years.

The people who sing and dance have short lives, but why be sad? Even if we have passed away, our culture and writing will always be passed on to future generations, and the people who come later will also have the same dream and sing the same song as us.

The long wind does not die, civilization does not end, and people are also immortal.

Feng Siyu was stunned, as if the legend had become a reality. Under the soft starlight, the priests of the Yuren tribe who existed in the past crossed the starlight and years, walked out of the dim yellow past engraved on the artifacts, came to reality, and walked past her, dancing under the starlight.

This is the grand ceremony of the country under the command of the Southern Fire God Zhurong, recorded in this pottery. The Yumin Kingdom, the Zhourao Kingdom, the Sanmiao Kingdom, the Guanhong Kingdom, all the countries and people recorded in the Overseas Southern Classic came to participate. This was originally something that happened thousands of years ago.

But at this moment, it was as if the long river of history was intertwined, a reappearance of the years.

The mountain people of the past, wearing masks with flame patterns on their faces, sang and danced, walking on this street. The merchants of Xuanqiu hawked jade, and there were Yumin Kingdom decorations everywhere. There were heroic women leading young children passing by, and gentle Central Plains potters squatting there haggling.

The starlight scattered traces of flowing in the wind.

Wei Yuan turned his head and saw the sky stars reflected in the girl's pupils, stunned and lost, and then, his expression softened, and he turned his head again to look at this reappearance. There was nothing else to care about. The Kunlun goddess's voice was soft and low, "Didn't you say that you would give me some time before you would tell me about the past?"

"Yes, that's right."

Wei Yuan said softly, "Let's just treat today as a small exception."

"Is that so?"

"Forget about it tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, that's fine."

The two of them didn't look at each other, their voices communicated quietly, but it was as if something quiet and warm was spreading out in their hearts. Wei Yuan's heart, which had gone through battles and hard training, slowly calmed down, his eyes looked forward, his expression soft.

I want to give you something…

But what should I give you?

Give you the wind.

Give you the snow.

Give you the never-fading moonlight of that night five thousand years ago.

………………

Feng Siyu, who was flying in the sky, was stunned and crashed directly into the second floor of the flower shop.

The Water Ghost had just drunk the painter's happy water, and now the alcohol was surging to the top of his head. When he looked up, he saw Feng Siyu crashing directly over, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He only had time to scream, and the two of them fell down like rolling gourds, pulling the painter's canvas down with them.

Accompanied by the painter's screams:

"My canvas, my white paint, my happy water, I'm going to fight you!"

Large clusters of the painter's happy water also fell down, falling on the ground, and it wasn't clear what they touched and ignited. Although it couldn't really cause any damage, the movement was really loud. Jue took a step subconsciously, and Wei Yuan also reacted subconsciously.

In the sky, Feng Siyu flapped her wings with difficulty, her hands pulling on the Water Ghost's right leg.

The Water Ghost swayed back and forth like this, one hand pressing on his top hat, his coat fluttering like a dashing thief jumping from the Big Ben of the Tower of London. At the same time, he held a camera in his left hand and took the most important photo of his life with a click.

The sound of the shutter made Wei Yuan and Jue look over subconsciously.

The photo was left behind.

In the photo, the young man in black and red clothes took half a step forward, and the girl in white was subconsciously protected. It was just the right reaction, the girl was half-embraced in his arms, her blue silk surrounded her, touching the hair on the young man's temples, the prosperous stars in the sky, and the old streets of the past and the modern era were boundless and magnificent.

ps: Two-in-one, 5,600 words, split into a 2,800-word chapter, but it doesn't seem very good to split it, so I posted it together... How should I say it, I hope everyone will like this kind of museum daily life, but there won't be too many daily life plots, this is also an attempt to improve my weakness in transitioning plots like this...

I'm really not good at writing daily life, I feel like I've killed a lot of brain cells.

Thanks to the Sea Lion Winter Swimming Alliance Leader, thank you~