Chapter 296 A Warm Welcome Home

After receiving the promise from the old Taoists of Longhu Mountain, guaranteeing that if Wei Yuan 'accidentally' took down a few of the so-called eight million gods, it would not bring any diplomatic problems to the extraordinary world of Shenzhou, Wei Yuan hung up the phone and continued to lie down.

In his lucid dream at this moment.

Xing Tian's hand pressed his head onto his neck, twisting it left and right, making a cracking sound.

Then he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

This time, he didn't spill the tea directly onto the table.

After friendly and enthusiastic consultations, the God of War Xing Tian successfully obtained the room key to Wei Yuan's dream.

Becoming the third regular visitor to Wei Yuan's dream after Wu Zhiqi and Zhu Jiuyin.

But to be honest, even if Xing Tian was not a god skilled in manipulating authority, with his strength, once he had been to Wei Yuan's dream, it wouldn't be difficult to find it a second time. But of course, this doesn't mean that Wei Yuan's dream has become an unguarded place that anyone can come and go as they please. On the contrary, for other existences planning to enter Wei Yuan's dream, these regular visitors of his dream would definitely be the most tragic nightmare.

For example, if there were still dream monsters like Boqi entering Wei Yuan's dream now.

Harboring supreme anticipation and joy.

Pushing open the door.

If they were unlucky enough not to see Zhu Jiuyin eating, they would likely see the incomparably tall Xing Tian, laughing heartily while wielding that large axe, smashing it down on their heads. And a moment later, Xing Tian would drag them back into the dream by one hand holding their leg and the other holding the battle axe, leaving deep nail marks on the ground, along with Xing Tian's hearty laughter.

"Hahaha, you've already come, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Get in here!"

But even in this situation, Xing Tian still sought Wei Yuan's opinion.

His demeanor and tone were refined and gentle.

Of course, Wei Yuan had no way to refuse. The most important reason was that the head now was transformed by Zhu Jiuyin in the dream. Once Xing Tian woke up, he would return to that violent and mindless temper. If he followed the Shanhai and the human world to kill, Wei Yuan's head would ache to death.

Therefore, regarding the application of the God Xing Tian to reside in the dream for a long time, Curator Wei expressed a warm welcome and gave high affirmation, saying that my dream is your home.

Stay as long as you like.

Don't be polite.

Visit my dream often, dear.

Xing Tian expressed extreme gratitude.

He earnestly and sincerely stated that he would use all his strength and effort to train Curator Wei, striving for Curator Wei to achieve the combat quality that the Age of Gods should have as soon as possible, and not to lose face for the Yanhuang tribe.

The Yanhuang Age of Gods standard?

Wei Yuan suddenly realized what this represented, and after a moment of silence, the corner of his mouth twitched and said:

"...No."

"Isn't this too rushed?"

"Not rushed at all, it's already very slow." Xing Tian smiled heartily, counting on his fingers and saying, "Look, you are a subject of King Yu, Yu is the successor of Xuanyuan, and the Yan Emperor tribe later merged into the Yellow Emperor tribe. And if you, as a descendant of the Yellow Emperor tribe, are bullied by the gods of that small place, it means losing the face of the Xuanyuan tribe."

"And losing the face of the Xuanyuan tribe means losing the face of my Yan Emperor tribe."

"As a subject of the Yan Emperor, I naturally have sufficient reason to maintain the dignity of the Yan Emperor."

Wei Yuan: "............"

Your logic is so sufficient that I can't refute it.

He looked at Zhu Jiuyin, who was sitting sideways, exuding an ancient aura as he sipped tea.

Zhu Jiuyin, why not take Xing Tian's brain out?

I think he's still the stubborn type...

A reckless man with brains is a hundred times more terrifying than a reckless man without brains. And if this reckless man is staring at you with enthusiasm, Wei Yuan feels his scalp tingling a little. The corner of his mouth twitched as he tried to explain whether the training difficulty was set too high, saying, "But, Xing Tian, I'm actually a civil official."

Xing Tian nodded and said, "Don't worry, I've considered this."

"I will train you according to the standards of the Yan Emperor's civil officials."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Xing Tian said confidently: "I am a civil official, so I am very clear about this standard."

"I'm not very familiar with the military side."

"Don't worry, I fully met the strength standards of a civil official back then."

Wei Yuan: "............"

After a moment of silence, he said, "Civil official?"

Xing Tian looked at him in confusion and affirmed, "Yes, civil official."

He pointed at Wei Yuan, then at himself, and then gently patted Wei Yuan's head, smiling heartily and saying, "You write books, I make music, we are the same, we are both civil officials."

Xing Tian patted Wei Yuan's shoulder again and again, laughing heartily.

Wei Yuan's eyes were dull, his body swaying with the pats.

A moment later, Wei Yuan in reality arrived at the Quanshi High-Speed Rail Station, resurrected from this lucid dream. This special dream could not last too long. Xing Tian looked at Zhu Jiuyin: "Lord of Zhuzhao Jiuyou, would you like to return together?"

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes were calm, his face ancient, and he shook his head lightly.

Xing Tian did not force it, cupped his hands and smiled, saying, "After going out, I'm afraid I will act according to instinct and emotion again. If there is anything offensive, please forgive me."

He looked in Wei Yuan's direction and said with emotion, "We cannot yet enter the human world at this moment."

"And Zhurong has fallen asleep again. The events of six hundred years ago and more than a thousand years ago can only rely on him."

"We must intensify the training a little bit."

"As a civil official, how can we be so lax?"

With another hearty laugh and a cupped hand, Xing Tian disappeared into the dream.

In this dream.

Zhu Jiuyin was still sitting sideways, his expression distant, like a true ancient heavenly god. After confirming that the two had left, Zhu Jiuyin turned his head. One eye was calm, as if containing the mysteries of time and space, and the other was equally calm and distant, with the nature of a god.

It would have been better if Zhu Jiuyin's right eye wasn't constantly shedding tears with a blank expression.

Xing Tian, the second stubborn reckless man in the Shanhai Realm.

The other is Chi You.

A fierce man who could beat King Yu into the mountain and couldn't be dug out.

Even Zhu Jiuyin was tricked by that helmet.

On this day...

*The Chronicles of Jiuyou: The Chapter of Longevity* records.

The sun and moon revolved, lightning struck incessantly, and then a torrential rain that was rare in a thousand years lasted for three days and three nights.

It's just a pity that this page of records was torn off directly for some reason.

Later generations have no way of knowing.

The high priest, who was the only one who knew about this, sighed at the end of his life:

"Regretful."

"Child, be sure to remember this matter and pass it on to future..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, his legs kicked, his eyes closed, and he went directly to see the Lord of Jiuyou.

………………

Wei Yuan opened his eyes.

The high-speed rail station had been reached a while ago. He packed up his things, turned around and walked out, looking at the familiar place. He eased up for a while, and could only sigh bitterly. If it is a blessing, it is not a curse; if it is a curse, it cannot be avoided. It was just a friendly exchange of fists with Xing Tian in the dream, anyway, he wouldn't die.

But this time, he found that all the advertisements in the high-speed rail station had been replaced with medicines.

Moreover, they were all like 'Changbai Mountain old ginseng, the best for refining qi and strengthening bones', 'Secret Jianghu recipe, Yangqi Zhuji Dan', When riding a bike, he heard two people next to him discussing new policies, such as banning cultivation guidance classes on the market that have not passed the Special Operations Team assessment, and whether they will be able to let their children enter places like Wudang Mountain in the future.

Unfortunately, in order to ensure that the talents of modern universities do not flow into ancient sects.

Now these sects are tightened by policies and supervised by the Special Operations Team, and are not allowed to expand enrollment on a large scale.

"Hey, isn't this delaying people?"

One of the young men said with emotion, "How do you think about it, if you can enter Wudang Mountain, it must be better than practicing popular exercises in university, right? However, it is said that universities will also open elective courses of various schools in the future, if that is the case, it would be great."

"It's a pity that current college students can't attend, and current universities are all *Yangqi Zhuanggu Pian*."

A taxi driver waiting for guests next to him sighed, "High school students are even more troublesome."

"Like my daughter, they have to popularize the *Yangqi Pian* now. They don't have much time to do test papers, and now they have to spend a late self-study class every day to cultivate qi, isn't this a waste of time?"

"But now, if you practice, Yangqi pills are distributed free of charge by the community, and there will be no such opportunity after this time."

The young man licked his lips, thought of the novels he had read, and said, "Then I don't know if I can take drugs."

The two people chatting around were startled and quickly dissuaded, "You're crazy, medicine is three-point poison, what if you have problems with drug use, and, people detoxify by relying on the kidneys, young man, aren't you afraid of kidney deficiency?"

When the young man heard those two words, he subconsciously shrank his crotch.

"Is this, really?"

The taxi driver clapped his hands and said, "Hey, how can it be fake?"

"This is what Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain said!"

"Pfft..."

Wei Yuan was drinking water and almost sprayed it out, attracting strange gazes from those people. Wei Yuan apologized repeatedly, but still couldn't help but want to laugh, his shoulders shaking. Of course, you can't eat too many pills, or it's useless to eat too many, the speed of transporting the exercises is limited, eating too much is like too many cars on the road, and in the end, it will directly cause a traffic jam, like constipation, without moving at all.

And moving the air engine also consumes the mind, and if you are not careful, it is like a car going the wrong way.

It's like it was originally a one-way street, but as a result, a good guy stepped on the accelerator and turned directly, causing a major pile-up on the spot.

Even the buildings on both sides of the road were crashed.

This is going crazy.

In fact, there is nothing profound to say. When Wei Yuan suggested writing this in the book, a group of old Taoists looked at me and I looked at you, with an expression like eating Lao Ba's same style, never expected that the luck of practice could be expressed in such a life-like way. In the end, they were very moved, but still did not agree, refused despite being moved.

Wei Yuan later heard from Ah Xuan that these old Taoists, who were five hundred years old, gnashed their teeth in hatred.

Why not revise the version?

The old men were numb when they memorized the book back then.

What is Zhihu Zheye, passing Yumen, going to Tianting, if you make a mistake, you will reach out directly, and a bamboo board will hit it. It was not easy for the young Taoist to become an old Taoist, and he was able to watch the young Taoists recite books, and he was feeling happy in his heart. You did this, wouldn't we have recited it in vain?

No, I'm not balanced in my heart.

This mentality is like crying and shouting during military training every year, hoping for rain, but when you get to the second year, you will definitely be happy to watch the little cubs of the first year, and by the way, carry a watermelon and stroll past these little guys.

I can't wait to cast a spell to pray that Grandpa Sun will take drugs and go to work every day.

Moreover, this picture of making spells to pray for sunny days will definitely be made by college students who choose the 'Prayer Course' in the foreseeable future.

After all, young people have never disappointed the people of Shenzhou in doing things.

In the end, Zhang Ruosu made the final decision.

Wei Yuan's metaphor is used in the kindergarten textbooks that are currently printed. It is better to cultivate the foundation of this kind of practice from an early age, so Curator Wei's name is added to the main writer of that book. As for why this decision was made, it is not because Zhang Ruosu no longer has the dark pleasure of watching the little Taoist reciting books, but for other reasons.

According to the old Taoist's emotional and calm statement:

'I am more than one hundred and forty years old, and I have finished enjoying it.'

'Now I don't have that kind of worldly desire.'

Seeing the changes in Quanshi, Wei Yuan realized that he had not paid attention to the changes in the surrounding environment.

It turned out that without realizing it, practice has gradually become popular, and Shenzhou has also entered the first step of comprehensive practice.

"However, if you say that..."

Curator Wei was thoughtful.

Curator Wei pondered for three seconds.

Curator Wei suddenly turned the bicycle's head, pedaled wildly, and ran to the street committee.

A moment later, Wei Yuan came back with a small notebook and a whole basket of eggs and a bottle of peanut oil with satisfaction - Sure enough, at this time, the street office will directly offer the free eggs, rice, and oil of the magic weapon for grandpas and grandmas.

Ding, the street office used free eggs on the grandmas.

The effect is excellent.

The temptation of this thing is comparable to that of middle-aged men nourishing yin and replenishing yang.

Wei Yuan sighed, and when he came back carrying the food, he happened to see the girl pushing the door open in the flower shop.

Jue looked at Wei Yuan with eggs in one hand and oil in the other.

Wei Yuan looked at Jue, who was habitually holding a book.

The wind is also gentle.

The girl seemed to Wei Yuan never left, cautiously and quietly hid the book that she accidentally took upside down when she came out, and smiled:

"Wei Yuan, welcome back."

Wei Yuan's expression softened:

"Well, I'm back."

"What are we eating tonight?"

"If there are eggs, egg custard?"

"Okay..."

ps: Today's first update... three thousand eight hundred words.