After a moment, Zhao Gongming finally came down after Wei Yuan had to personally sign and write a note. The originally very sturdy New World satellite was directly hugged, leaving a huge mark, and finally fell into the sea, swept away by the backflow.

I wonder if some fishing enthusiast will catch it.

After all, as everyone knows, fishing enthusiasts can catch anything but fish.

Actually, Zhao Gongming's overreaction wasn't surprising.

Imagine eating melons happily, observing humans and writing diaries every day.

Living a comfortable life.

Then one day, suddenly seeing a nightmare from his youth appear...

Zhao Gongming flew into a rage on the spot.

It took a lot of effort to persuade him to calm down.

"So... you're going to use arrows... to fight enemies outside..." Zhao Gongming finally understood that the Great Yi in front of him wasn't looking for trouble after thousands of years, and heaved a sigh of relief. A smile appeared on his face: "No problem, of course, no problem."

"Here."

He turned around, went to the inner room, and took out the arrow, handing it to Da Yi. For some reason, Zhao Gongming had protected this arrow very well. Although there were traces of time, it was largely free of any corrosion or collapse, just like it was back then.

Da Yi was just a phantom created by Wei Yuan with Taoist magic.

But when he took that dark golden arrow, it radiated a condensed aura as a whole, faintly seeming to turn into reality. To put it more simply, it felt like walking from the second dimension into the third dimension.

"Well, I've recovered a bit of my combat power."

The corners of the shy young man's eyes narrowed, and his voice was gentle and quiet: "Although there's a time limit."

"But it's enough."

Earlier, Da Yi had told Wei Yuan that this was relying on the power of the past residing in the arrow. Using it would diminish it, and it wasn't inexhaustible. He beckoned and put away the ancient Sun-Shooting Arrow. Zhao Gongming looked at the arrow, then at the handsome and shy Da Yi, and said:

"So, when you put the arrow on my window back then, you were saying you were letting me go?"

Da Yi nodded and said, "Yes."

"I had a total of ten Sun-Shooting Arrows, and I used nine. That leaves only one last arrow that could completely kill you. Putting the arrow that could make your soul fly away on the window, doesn't that mean I've given up on killing you?"

"Ah, this..."

Zhao Gongming opened his mouth.

What you said makes sense, and I can't refute it.

But at the time, his feeling was completely that an ultra-invincible, perverted, murderous demon had put a weapon at your door, grinning while staring at you from a distance, with the hidden meaning of 'You wait, after I've dealt with the names on this list, I'll kill you, and scatter your ashes.'

After all, Da Yi's reputation was terrible in ancient times.

If it were that Vodka lady, she would probably use attributes like 'a fair-skinned, sickly young boy who can't control his killing intent and whose hands are stained with blood' to describe him. The shy young man was surprised, and then hesitated, "Was it that I didn't express myself clearly back then?"

Before Zhao Gongming could react, he subconsciously said:

"No, no, you expressed it very clearly."

"I just didn't realize it."

After that, Wei Yuan successfully visited the Old Celestial Master. Zhang, the old Taoist, seemed to have lost the game again, his expression dazed, his eyes blank. After careful questioning, it seemed that he had been completely shaved bald by four novice accounts. In this strategic game, he hadn't even left a single soldier's head.

This unprecedented defeat left a huge psychological shadow on the old Taoist.

Of course, he quickly cheered up and said that he would work hard to improve his game skills, striving to completely defeat these opponents in the end. Regarding Wei Yuan's intention to borrow people and magical treasures from Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu nodded affirmatively. After thinking for a while, he said, "This is not difficult."

"But it's not that simple either. Well, either you do three things for my Longhu Mountain, or you become a nominal guest elder in my Longhu Mountain. This old Taoist will prepare the treasures and talismans for you, otherwise..."

Zhang Ruosu paused, revealing his true intention: "Otherwise, you apply for an account."

"Play a game with this old Taoist. Before, it was just me fighting against the four of them alone."

"Now that there are two of us, you and I, if we beat them, I'll prepare it for you."

I see you weren't planning to make any requests at all.

You're just looking for a gaming expert to carry you through the game.

Wei Yuan complained. With these two conditions put together, everyone knew what to choose. He casually moved the computer over, full of confidence: "No problem. Back in the day, I was the best player in the old street games. Come on, who are the opponents..."

His voice stopped abruptly. Wei Yuan saw a row of familiar names.

Lord Wu'an of Qin.

The Conqueror of Western Chu.

Guan Yunchang of Han.

Zhang Wenyuan of Wei.

"It's them?" Wei Yuan said.

"It's them!" Zhang Ruosu nodded affirmatively, waving his right hand heavily:

"Beat them up!"

"You and I, the two of us working together, will definitely dominate!"

Dominate... we'll be the ones screaming, and the four of them will be dominating. The confident Wei Yuan twitched his lips, put down the computer keyboard, weighed his words, and said seriously: "Or, let's talk about the matter of being a guest elder of Longhu Mountain."

Zhang Ruosu: "???"

In the end, the old Taoist despised Wei Yuan for following his heart and not daring to join forces with him.

And he confidently said that he would work hard to find various strategies and tutorials from online experts. He didn't believe that so many experts on the rankings couldn't defeat these four tender newbies?

Wei Yuan complained in his heart. If that's the case, I'm afraid you won't win in this lifetime, old Taoist.

Newbies are monsters since ancient times.

Those four are monsters among monsters.

In the end, Wei Yuan successfully persuaded the old Taoist with his cooking skills, but who would eventually go down Longhu Mountain to help Marquis Champion Huo Qubing conceal the secrets of heaven? The old Taoist kept it a secret, smiling and saying, "That, I can't tell."

"Or, you and I win against these four guys, and I'll tell you."

"Ah, that, then forget it."

Gu Wei Yuan glanced at the row of four accounts and said sincerely:

"Keeping it a secret is also good. It has that feeling of surprise."

When Wei Yuan himself was a Qin elite soldier, he belonged to the style of military strategists and tactics. Even if he grew up later, his command rate was only three thousand elites. If there were more, he couldn't control them at all. Internal chaos in the army would lead to mutiny. Moreover, if it exceeded this number, he couldn't control the baleful aura with military formations.

In the end, it would only lead to a waste of personnel and the sluggishness of the army formation.

So he could better understand the horror of those top historical generals.

"Forget it, then you go back first. Later, I will let that person go to the museum to find you."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled, "In short, it perfectly meets your requirements."

"Then I'll wait patiently."

Wei Yuan glanced outside and vaguely saw the beautiful-faced, black-haired, slightly curly-haired Lady of the Lake. So he got up and said goodbye. Standing outside Longhu Mountain, he looked to the east. The East China Sea was constantly rising, and coastal cities had already begun to relocate their residents inland.

Otherwise, it was very likely that they would wake up and find that their home had become a sea view room.

Of course, it was also possible to find that their home had become SpongeBob's neighbor's house.

Directly submerged to the bottom of the sea.

As soon as they opened their eyes, they would see those merfolk beauties swimming away.

"Mermaid Warrior and Penguin Boy combine into one..."

Wei Yuan jokingly muttered an old joke, pondered for a while, and chose to go to the East China Sea to meet the Water God who had been sealed by the human race for five thousand years. He also had the recording pen he had obtained from the vanguard army of the Great Wilderness. He wondered if it could have some influence on Gonggong.

Well, he had prepared meals in advance at Longhu Mountain.

Bringing some of the past.

But this time, Wei Yuan clearly miscalculated, because he was stopped by Xiangliu before he even got close to the East China Sea. This former Disaster God of Sakura Island, Yamata no Orochi, bitterly stopped Wei Yuan's path, and said politely: "Curator, His Excellency does not intend to see you."

It seemed normal for Gonggong to understand divination, with his destiny running like flowing water.

Among the top ten peaks, any one of them probably had extremely high attainments in divination.

"Doesn't intend to see me?"

"But I brought wine and meat..."

Xiangliu listened carefully, and then said: "His Excellency said, let the potter leave the meals and go back."

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Xiangliu cupped his hands and saluted, "The hatred of five thousand years cannot be stopped. His Excellency said that the battle between us is inevitable, so there is no need to say more before the war. If you really want to talk to him, after His Excellency defeats you, He will also seal you for five thousand years, and you can chat with you then."

After a pause, Xiangliu said: "In addition, His Excellency said to let Curator choose."

"At that time, whether to seal you in a pottery pot."

"Or seal you in a pottery pot filled with salt?"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Gonggong, are you too obsessed with pottery pots?

I remember I didn't smash you with a pottery pot filled with salt.

Wei Yuan complained in his heart.

Immediately, he thought, could it be that Gonggong was planning to stand up for the kappa?

Taking out the recording pen, he threw it over and said, "You can listen to the words inside."

Xiangliu breathed a sigh of relief, caught the recording pen, originally planning to put it away, and then his movements paused again, looking at Wei Yuan with a mournful face, and hearing the roaring waves in his ears, like an old mouse being caught in the middle of a blower, finally gritting his teeth, clenched his right hand, directly crushed the recording pen, and then repeatedly cupped his hands and bowed, with a bitter face:

"His Excellency said, the fox of the Tushan clan, not even a punctuation mark can be believed."

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Immediately, he was furious: "Slander! This is blatant slander!"

Xiangliu also said: "His Excellency also said that the information you want to send is almost 100% that the Great Wilderness intends to pick peaches. Since you are here, the information has already been delivered, so there is no difference whether you listen to these words or not."

"As for the Great Wilderness..."

Xiangliu cupped his hands and said slowly: "If the Great Wilderness has the intention to fight, then come."

"Even if the human race and the Great Wilderness join forces, what do I have to fear?"

"I have not set foot in the mortal world for five thousand years."

"I only fear that this battle is not lively enough, not joyful enough, not... enough for me to enjoy myself."

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, helpless.

In these few words, it seemed that he had already seen the most arrogant and arrogant of the Four Directions Gods. Although he had some premonition before coming, he was still somewhat lost after being rejected. However, even if he knew the possibility of failure in advance, he still needed to try.

Thinking about it carefully, being able to become a close friend with Wuzhiqi, and being arrogant enough to fight against the Kunlun God System, the human race, and even the overseas countries alone, and even once gaining the upper hand, the top Celestial God, Gonggong, would naturally not join forces with the human race because of the Great Wilderness.

After all, not to mention the Great Wilderness line, the human race had solidly locked Him up in a small dark room for five thousand years.

Facing Gonggong, the human race's ancestral negotiation skills were useless, after all, the other side's tough negotiation skills might be even higher than their own.

At this time, Zhujiuyin's cold and indifferent voice came from his ear: "Wei Yuan."

"Yes, I'm here, what's wrong?"

"The things you wanted have been interrogated."

"The things I wanted?"

"Yes."

The gray-robed man slightly clenched his five fingers and said:

"The marching route map of Zaochi."

ps: Today's second update... three thousand four hundred words.