He carefully stowed the phone away.

Then, he took out the three power banks he had prepared in advance, storing them in the box as well.

He planned to give these things to Wu Zhiqi, delivering supplies to him every so often. He also had to consider that although Wu Zhiqi was called the Water Lord, his essence was as the god who conquered the Huai River. He didn't know if the other party had mastered methods similar to thunder magic.

He wondered if he could use magic thunder spells to charge them when they ran out of power...

Or should he prepare a portable transformer and voltage stabilizer for him?

The thought flashed through Wei Yuan's mind.

Suppressing these distracting thoughts, he put away the phone and prepared a bottle of strong liquor, and after thinking about it, he added a bottle of cola.

He wondered if Wu Zhiqi would like this stuff.

However, before going to the Huai River, he had to wait for a guest here. The pottery studio had contacted him, saying that an old gentleman would come to visit. Wei Yuan had prepared tea in advance, planning to leave as soon as he had met the old gentleman.

He looked at his right hand again, taking off the glove.

From the base of his fingers to a few inches below his wrist, a scarlet talisman was clearly visible.

There was no sign of it fading at all.

Especially the two characters of the decree, which were both mysterious and eerie in this folk museum. When he received this decree, Wei Yuan felt that he seemed to have a faint connection with something intangible in the sky, but he could not yet use this decree to activate that power.

Perhaps he should seek out the authentic Daoist sects and consult their scriptures.

To understand the rituals of offering sacrifices.

Merit was hard-earned, and since there was a way to do it without spending merit, Wei Yuan would naturally prefer that option.

Originally, the best way would be to go to Longhu Mountain, the ancestral altar of the Zhengyi Dao, but Wei Yuan instinctively felt that he shouldn't go to Longhu Mountain for the time being. He was worried that the decree on the back of his hand would undergo some kind of mutation when he stepped into the main altar of Longhu Mountain.

Excluding Longhu Mountain, the closest and largest Taoist temple was Baiyun Temple in Yingtian Prefecture.

However, that belonged to the Quanzhen lineage, and Wei Yuan's decree was the Zhengyi Mengwei Lu.

Their sects were different.

Using the Zhengyi Lu to perform the Quanzhen Dharma was like using a key to open the neighbor's lock.

It felt like he was trying to cause trouble.

Wei Yuan pondered for a long time and decided to go to Xuan Yi and Zhou Yi's Weiming Sect. The latter was also a branch of the Zhengyi Dao, and therefore, many of its disciples participated in the Tianshi Dao's work of subduing demons and eliminating evil. Secondly, Zhang Xiaoyu was also studying in the Weiming Sect, and he should go to see the child.

Wei Yuan thought of Zhang Xiaoyu and then thought that he also had the Xuanyuan Sword Manual from Zhang Daoling in his hands.

Now he had also obtained the Zhengyi Mengwei Lu.

His entanglement with the Tianshi Mansion was getting deeper and deeper. He should find a way to return this sword technique, which had been lost for thousands of years, to the Zhengyi Dao. Yes, he could first find a young disciple with good aptitude and secretly pass on the Xuanyuan Sword Manual, and finally, he could give this sword of Zhang Daoling to him as a protective weapon.

He would try not to reveal his identity.

Even if he was recognized, he would say that he was returning it to its original owner.

The long sword that nurtured the Zhengyi Mengwei Lu was given to Ban Chao by Zhang Daoling, and the Wohu passed it down from generation to generation until today, while the Xuanyuan Sword Manual was obtained by the ancient Wohu from the Tianshi Dao, but now it was going to be transferred back to the Tianshi Mansion by the Wohu. Standing two thousand years later and looking back, Wei Yuan actually had a feeling of destiny.

A taxi stopped outside. Wei Yuan put on his right-hand glove.

While putting it on, he thought about whether he should find the kind of gauntlet that could conceal his aura if he had the chance.

He saw an old man with white hair, but meticulously groomed, getting out of the car, carrying a bag in his right hand. He looked at the address and then pushed open the door of the museum. The bell on the door rang slightly, and Wei Yuan naturally greeted him, "Welcome."

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Dong Yuefeng found the destination according to the address on the text message.

He looked up and saw that this was a somewhat quaint folk museum, with an old-fashioned decoration style. Opposite was a flower shop, which was still closed, and next door was an old bookstore.

This kind of shop was inherently incompatible with the increasingly fast-paced modern society, but they were all located in the old city, giving people a slow and leisurely feeling that lingered from the previous era, making people nostalgic.

He pushed open the door.

"Welcome."

The crisp sound of the bell, and the museum curator's greeting.

He saw the museum curator.

Dressed in simple clothes, sitting quietly in the museum, shrouded in the shadows of ancient artifacts.

As a historian, Dong Yuefeng was momentarily dazed and felt that the young man had also turned into an antique.

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"Hello, Curator Wei..."

Dong Yuefeng came back to his senses and greeted politely.

Then his attention was involuntarily attracted by the museum's collection. Afterward, he distinguished that almost all of them were fakes. When he withdrew his gaze, he was slightly stunned to see an antique pottery on the wooden cabinet, which seemed to be different from the others. He couldn't help but step forward to observe it.

The pottery was covered by a glass case.

There was a piece of paper inside, but it was placed face down, and he couldn't see the words on it.

Dong Yuefeng looked at the pottery intently, and after a long time, he withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but sigh, "A Zhu-painted beast-ear upright pottery, this style is very old. I didn't expect to see it here."

He saw the young owner smiling:

"I made this."

Dong Yuefeng saw the obvious fakes around him and was thoughtful. He didn't think too much and just smiled apologetically, saying, "I'm getting old. Sometimes when I see these things I like, I can't help but want to take a closer look. I'm afraid I've made you laugh, Curator."

"Not at all, please sit down."

Wei Yuan invited Dong Yuefeng to sit down.

The old man stared at the young Wei Yuan. Even though he knew from Yu Xuesong that he was a young man, he was still too young. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and then he hoped to see the young man's teacher.

He thought that the special, ancient-flavored pottery must have been learned from an old gentleman, and perhaps that old gentleman had also encountered ancient artifacts similar to the Shang King's Bronze Jue. Dong Yuefeng thought for a while, and after exchanging pleasantries for a moment, he couldn't help but ask:

"Curator Wei's pottery is very well made. May I ask where you learned it from?"

Wei Yuan paused and replied with a smile:

"At first, I secretly learned it from the old people in the... village."

"Then I just figured it out on my own. I thought that adding a stroke here would look better, so I added a stroke. Occasionally, there were some mistakes, but I thought it would be troublesome to remake it, so I just let it go. Pottery is originally meant to be used."

Dong Yuefeng was surprised and stunned.

Then he felt that Wei Yuan was lying to him and couldn't help but frown—

That was an extremely obvious and orthodox ancient style.

There was extremely rigorous research on the patterns, colors, and even specifications of ancient pottery. It was a systematic discipline, and various works could almost fill an entire bookshelf and more. He had just seen that every part of the pottery was extremely consistent with the rules of ancient pottery.

It could almost be said to be orthodox to the point where it couldn't be more orthodox, without even a trace of error.

Even the most powerful masters and professors who studied the history of ancient pottery couldn't find any problems, and could only sigh and admire that the person who made the pottery had thoroughly studied the rules of ancient pottery. This inevitably required extremely serious study to be so orthodox.

How could it be something he figured out on his own?

And what was that about feeling that it was wrong, so he was too lazy to change it...

It was clearly all orthodox, all of which were extremely respected by the unearthed ancient pottery, and were the strict rules followed by later potters, who did not dare to overstep or violate them in the slightest!

Even though Dong Yuefeng had a very good temper, he was almost amused by such an easily debunked lie, especially when he heard the sound of the Shang King's Bronze Jue in his bag, which seemed to be laughing and saying:

"This little guy is deceiving you."

"Even if it was placed in my era, this thing would definitely be a classic of the orthodox level."

Dong Yuefeng did not lose his composure because the Shang King's Bronze Jue spoke, because he already knew that only he could hear the voice of this ancient artifact, and no one else could hear even a trace of it.

For example, the young man in front of him still had an unchanged expression.

Obviously, he hadn't noticed anything.

Although he was a little disappointed and angry because this young man was fooling him, Dong Yuefeng still reluctantly said, "Curator Wei, the reason why I came to bother you this time is because I saw the ancient-style pottery you made before. I happen to have one here too, and I want to see if you have any opinions."

He carefully took out the Shang King's Bronze Jue from his bag.

He pushed the somewhat dry and still ancient-looking bronze ware in front of Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan was not surprised. He reached out and touched the Shang King's Bronze Jue. This ancient artifact was still laughing with Dong Yuefeng, saying that it was wasting his efforts again. When Wei Yuan's right hand touched it, the spirituality that was born suddenly stagnated, and in an instant, it realized that something was wrong.

And Dong Yuefeng, who was already disappointed in his heart, even regretted whether he should have taken out this Shang King's Bronze Jue. What if it caused trouble? Just as he was about to ask for it back, he found that his old partner had suddenly stopped talking. He thought it was another spiritual fatigue, and it had fallen into a deep sleep, but he realized that something was wrong.

He subconsciously widened his eyes and looked up at the young museum curator.

In Dong Yuefeng's eyes, the museum curator, who had the temperament of a historical artifact but was still young, nodded slightly, and his voice was gentle and polite:

"Please wait a moment..."

Dong Yuefeng nodded heavily, feeling excited in his heart. He had finally found someone who could still hear the voice. In that case, after he left, the Bronze Jue would not be lonely for thousands of years. He was also a little lost and curious about what kind of person the person in front of him was.

Wei Yuan saw the story hidden in the Shang King's Bronze Jue.

He saw the silhouettes of the Shang King one by one, and his expression was filled with emotion. This was indeed a relic of the Shang Dynasty, but when he saw the tall and heroic Shang King facing a young girl in the picture, his expression slightly solidified. He saw that the girl was wearing clothes from the Shang Dynasty. He saw that her eyebrows were clear and beautiful, and even without makeup, she was still a stunning beauty, with a natural, charming, and naive look in the corners of her eyes.

But what made his expression solidify was not the girl's appearance.

It was that he recognized this girl.

If she were to put on modern clothes and be a few years younger, she would basically look like Su Yu'er, but it was different. Because people like Wei Yuan recognized people from their true spirit aura. The peerless beauty in this picture and Su Yu'er only had the same appearance, and their temperament and demeanor were completely different.

They were not the same person.

But they definitely had a great connection.

Wei Yuan felt a slight burning sensation in his palm. The sound of the museum's bell rang again. A girl in a white, waist-cinching dress and light blue high heels walked in with a letter in her hand. Because she was in the museum, she didn't wear glasses to cover her face, revealing her true appearance. She said, "Curator Wei, your letter..."

Dong Yuefeng subconsciously turned his head to look.

Then his pupils instantly contracted, and the old man almost stood up abruptly.

And the voice of the Shang King's Bronze Jue also rang out again, but it was stuttering and unbelievable:

"King, Queen?!"

Wei Yuan felt that the burning aura of the bronze ware reached its peak when Su Yu'er came in.

A fragmented map appeared on the side of the bronze ware. He lowered his head, and there were recognizable words—Chaoge.

Su Yu'er saw the Bronze Jue, her expression blank. The scenes in her dreams became clearer and clearer. The blurred face and the beautiful and charming woman became clear. The girl's face gradually turned pale. She suddenly took a step back and actually turned around and ran away.

Dong Yuefeng subconsciously wanted to chase after her, and even the Shang King's Bronze Jue almost forgot that he was just an antique and shouted, "Queen, please wait!"

They wanted to chase after her.

But then their movements stagnated and they couldn't move anymore.

The door of the museum closed directly.

Dong Yuefeng's movements froze, and he sat down involuntarily. He lowered his head and saw water flowing away from his ankles. It seemed that these weak water currents had just pulled him back. He raised his head in disbelief and looked at the young man opposite him.

The latter leaned on the rattan chair, his expression peaceful, playing with the Shang King's Bronze Jue. He smiled and said:

"It seems that she doesn't want anyone to disturb her current life."

It took Dong Yuefeng a long time to recover from the shock of seeing ‘Su Daji’.

He was still in turmoil.

He looked at Wei Yuan, was silent for a moment, and then seriously persuaded, "Curator Wei, you saw the images of the ancient artifact, you should know who she is, why... This may be a huge breakthrough in the entire field of history, and it has great significance for history."

"But she doesn't want to."

"But..."

"There is no 'but' in this matter."

Wei Yuan held the Bronze Jue in his hand. After Su Yu'er left, the map on the Bronze Jue disappeared.

He added a cup of tea for Dong Yuefeng and replied:

"After all, I can barely be considered her elder."

"Since I've been entrusted, I have to protect her a little."

Wei Yuan meant that Su Yu'er was Nu Jiao's entrustment.

Dong Yuefeng, who was excited about seeing the ancient woman, had his thoughts frozen. He slowly looked up at the young man playing with the Shang King's Bronze Jue, seeing his young face and ancient aura like an antique.

The surging thoughts in his heart stagnated.

PS: Thanks to 妳是不是傻ii for becoming the alliance master, thank you.

Chapter 1, 4,000 words, another chapter is in progress~

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