Chapter 171 Tears and Smile

When that familiar voice sounded in her ear, Nüjiao's nonchalant smile instantly vanished.

Almost instinctively, she pressed the voice message button, glancing at Jue and Yu Ji, who were conversing nearby. It was as if thousands of years of experience had suddenly disappeared. She subconsciously smoothed her clothes, then raised her hand to tidy her hair before listening to the voice message through her earpiece. If she closed her eyes, it felt like that person was still by her side.

Yu Ji had been chatting with Jue.

It was her first time visiting Qingqiu. Since her feigned death and awakening on the battlefields of the late Qin Dynasty, she had spent the past millennium wandering throughout Shenzhou, searching for any possibility of the rebirth of Overlord Xiang Yu's true spirit. She had never visited places like Qingqiu before, so this trip was indeed eye-opening, filled with things she had only read about in stories.

As for the bixie they had brought, it had long been taken away by the elders of the Qingqiu fox clan for safekeeping.

"Truly a legendary land, with extraordinary scenery."

Yu Ji sighed in admiration, taking a sip of sweet wine brewed with honey. She looked towards Nüjiao and suddenly paused, slightly stunned. Tiannü Jue noticed Yu Ji's reaction and turned her head in surprise. Yu Ji narrowed her eyes, not saying much, and quietly left the house with Jue.

"What did Lady Nüjiao see?"

Outside, Yu Ji frowned and said, "Why is she crying..."

"Crying?"

Tiannü Jue hesitated, recalling the scene she had just witnessed. The white-haired woman had tears in the corners of her eyes, but a hint of a smile on her lips. So she said softly, shaking her head and smiling, "Witch Nüjiao, she was clearly smiling..."

"I've been here many times."

"It's been a long time since I've seen her smile like that."

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After sending the voice message, Wei Yuan suddenly realized a very serious and unfortunate problem.

Although he had cleverly deleted Qi's words beforehand,

This also meant that Nüjiao would focus a lot of attention on what Yu had said himself.

And this passage was left to him by King Yu.

It didn't mention Nüjiao at all...

He had deleted Qi's part, wasn't that focusing the firepower on himself?

His forehead immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Soon, Nüjiao sent a voice message on his phone. Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, but he chose to accept his fate and pressed the voice message button. In a moment of silence, Wei Yuan heard Nüjiao's gentle voice:

"Thank you."

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, then understood and his expression softened.

For Nüjiao, no matter who that person was talking to, or what he was saying, it no longer mattered. Thousands of years had passed, and for her, the loneliness of immortality was far heavier than Wei Yuan himself could imagine.

Anything related to that person was like starlight in the darkness to her.

No matter what was said, as long as it existed, it was precious.

Just like Wei Yuan himself, who kept the pottery jar and the nine-section staff, she did the same.

A person is just the sum of all social relationships. From this point of view, immortality is just a person abandoned by time, constantly meeting new people, constantly drifting apart, and ultimately only able to recall the past alone, longing to find traces of their existence in history, to find everything they cherished in the past. Therefore, Wei Yuan and Nüjiao were better able to understand each other.

Nüjiao's voice was soft, without the previous slyness, and she said:

"This time, I'll consider your gift to be acceptable."

"But next time you dare not come to Qingqiu, it won't be so easy to fool me."

Her voice paused, and she joked:

"At that time, you'll have to bring even more things."

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So, are you looking forward to me going, or are you hoping I don't go...

Could you please give me a straight answer?

Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, not knowing how to reply. Fortunately, Nüjiao didn't say anything more to him.

In Qingqiu, Nüjiao looked at the phone in her hand.

Her finger clicked on the voice message, selected "Favorite," and then downloaded it to her phone, feeling slightly more at ease.

Wei Yuan put away his phone, looking at the three bronze artifacts neatly arranged on the table.

He restrained his distracting thoughts and began the ritual he was already familiar with.

Finally, the light on the three bronze artifacts lit up one by one.

Wei Yuan was able to establish contact with the Chaoge City in the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Therefore, relying on the sacrifices of the people of Chaoge City, he arrived and manifested the Mountain God form through the ancestral veins of the mountain god outside the city. But this time, he also brought two things with him. The Jade Book of the Classic of Mountains and Seas did not show any abnormality, but when he arrived at the top of the mountain, the bronze lamp from Kunlun suddenly changed.

A cluster of golden flames lit up in the bronze lamp.

Wei Yuan was in a daze for a moment.

From the reflection of the flames, he saw Kunlun in its prime.

Then, he saw the Queen Mother of the West in Kunlun.

The dignified woman's eyes were clear, flashing past in the smoke. By the time Wei Yuan steadied himself, he couldn't see anything in the bronze lamp anymore, only a wisp of flame still burning quietly...

Wei Yuan suppressed the emotions in his heart and slowly pondered.

Whether it was Kunshan Hill, or the place that seemed to be the Jade Pool, or the Jade Mountain where the Queen Mother of the West lived, they were all recorded in the Classic of the Western Mountains, that is, in the fragments of this Mountain and Sea Realm. Judging from the situation just now, this bronze lamp would also react to Kunshan Hill and Jade Mountain?

Or rather, the magical artifacts used in those three places were of the same type? Could they be used interchangeably?

What did the Queen Mother of the West and Kunlun he had just seen represent?

Wei Yuan sorted out his thoughts and sighed inwardly.

This time, he might really need to try to go to those three places to take a look.

To see if he could find more clues.

After all, he still remembered that the large-scale entry of Buddhism into the Central Plains and the extinction of the Crouching Tiger lineage both occurred during the Sui and Tang dynasties. At that time, something else also happened, that was, Yinglong Gengchen left the Huai River, causing problems with the Huai River God system, and Yinglong Gengchen's departure must have been related to Kunlun Mountain.

All the mysteries lie in Kunlun.

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Museum.

After Wei Yuan entered the inner room, the Water Ghost was still studying his happy water.

As for the power he had obtained from the Huai River,

The Weapon Soul used it to improve his strength, hone the fusion of his saber techniques and water techniques, and then rely on the spirituality of the Soul-Nourishing Wood to improve his cultivation.

But the Water Ghost believed that fighting and killing was too boring. Anyway, he couldn't beat the boss. With such convenient power, wouldn't it be a waste not to study the proportions of various happy waters? So, he had been working on this all this time.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the museum.

The Water Ghost didn't want to bother, but he sensed the familiar magic power emanating from outside the door, so he still went over. Holding a flask in one hand and three test tubes filled with different kinds of happy water between the fingers of the other hand, he looked outside and saw an old Taoist with white hair and beard.

It was an acquaintance.

The highest-ranking cultivator of Longhu Mountain stationed in Quanzhou.

He was also the Taoist who had previously found the shulu sword for Wei Yuan.

The Water Ghost thought that since he was an acquaintance, it wouldn't be good to ignore him, so he opened the door and let the old Taoist in. The old Taoist was also helpless. Just now, his Uncle-Master, the Heavenly Master, had called him and told him to come over in person and keep an eye on that Curator Wei's annotation of the latest Qi-Nourishing Incantation.

As the Heavenly Master of the Zheng Yi Meng Wei Dao, Zhang Ruosu understood the nature of cultivators too well.

And he was very experienced in how to deal with these idling Taoists, to the point of specializing in it.

The old Taoist was helpless.

He couldn't afford to offend the Heavenly Master, who was his Uncle-Master.

But the origins of that Curator Wei also made his scalp tingle.

Well, he could only come over and do a perfunctory job.

Fortunately, he could also slack off in the matter of watching others and preventing them from slacking off.

The old Taoist mocked himself inwardly, pushed open the door, and heard the Water Ghost say that Wei Yuan was currently in seclusion in the back, which was a real relief. He sat down and saw the cultivation method turned upside down on the table, and only about a quarter of it had been annotated. He immediately smiled bitterly.

Well, he should go back.

It seemed that Curator Wei's "soon" and his Uncle-Master's "soon" were two different units of time.

However, he was also relieved in his heart that he didn't have to stare at that Curator Wei here.

After exchanging a few polite words, he stood up to leave.

But the sleeves of his Taoist robe were too wide, and as he stood up, he accidentally knocked over the iced black tea bottle on the table.

The empty bottle gurgled a few times and rolled to the display stand below. The old Taoist smiled apologetically and went over to pick up the bottle. When he looked up, he saw a new display stand. He had been here several times, but he hadn't seen this before.

With a hint of curiosity, the old Taoist slightly pulled open the curtain hanging from the counter and looked at it.

It was a simple feather fan.

There was a piece of paper underneath, which seemed to have been written not long ago, and the traces on it were still a bit wet.

The old Taoist subconsciously read it out.

Museum Collection · 004.

Feather Fan.

"Made by Yuan-di Zhuge Kongming at the age of sixteen."

"To give one's all, until one's heart stops beating."

"Only regretting that I didn't take another step forward before Wuzhang Plains, a great regret."

The old Taoist looked at the feather fan and couldn't say anything more.

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