Chapter 1 A Start

The girl's hand was fair and soft, beautiful enough to stir the heart.

Only, now that soft palm had a rather hideous and deep cut.

It was hard to imagine that she had cut it herself, and even more astonishing was that this hand, which by all accounts should have already split open, revealing bone and constantly bleeding, was now only scattering particles of dust, floating like the Milky Way, like ribbons.

Combining what Bai Ze had said, there was little doubt as to what this was.

It was just that having just returned from the museum, the girl, still suspicious after losing her memory, and still possessed of considerable initiative, had given herself a cruel blow. The result did indeed prove her guess that she was the embodiment of Nuwa Earth, which meant that she belonged to someone from ancient times who had been revived.

A trace of fear appeared in the depths of the girl A Zhao's eyes.

Who did it?

Life and death were major events; in her mind, nothing could surpass them.

She had actually been revived after death. Before that, then? Were even memories and self something that could be manipulated? This made her extremely repulsed and disgusted, as if the thing she was most proud of had suddenly become as worthless as dust.

She subconsciously stood up, then closed her eyes, and slowly sat down again.

The chaotic emotions were instantly contained.

Pondering the current situation.

Some existence used Nuwa Earth to revive her.

She felt familiar with that museum owner.

The museum faction needed Nuwa Earth.

There were fluctuations in Jue's backing forces.

She was Nuwa Earth.

She was placed here.

In an instant, countless intertwined possibilities emerged in her mind. In the end, the girl, who had lost her memory, made a choice that was absolutely in line with her character—running away. Or rather, running away was the first choice, the final choice, and a necessary part of the preparation.

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running is the best!

Figure out the situation.

Then protect herself.

Sacrifice? Dedication? What were those?

What a joke.

Impossible!

This thought didn't even linger in A Zhao's mind for a second.

She extremely contemptuously scorned such behavior, as if a voice in her mind gave a response. Like a sword that would not change its edge even when broken, the moon's light would not be diminished by its waxing and waning. That voice told her, how could someone as proud as she sacrifice herself for others?

Whether selfish and self-centered, or unruly and rebellious, those who had left their names in history were all proud.

She recalled that tarot card.

The final upright King, absolute power, and spiritual loneliness.

"Hmph, sacrifice myself for others?"

She murmured to herself: "How could a lonely egoist die for the sake of dedication?"

She combined her current situation and devised a series of strategies in her mind.

The ultimate goal was to pack her bags and run.

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, running is the best.

And in this short time of thinking, the hideous and terrifying wound on her hand had completely healed, leaving not a trace, as fair and soft as before. The fruit knife in her right hand danced gracefully in her palm, and after a beautiful flourish, she gripped it in her hand.

The blade of the fruit knife was slightly raised, aligned with the center line, as if there was an enemy in front of her.

The blade of the fruit knife vaguely pointed at the other party's brow, crown, throat, and heart.

'This is the White Ape Fencing Technique often passed down by us Tang Dynasty wandering swordsmen.'

'According to legend, it goes back to the White Ape who received the teachings of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman. In the Spring and Autumn period, Yue Nu A Qing used it to train three thousand Yue soldiers.' A free and easy voice seemed to speak in her ear, followed by her own light laughter.

'You can't even beat that great monk.'

'He, he's different. He's the only one I can't beat.'

The person seemed a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and said, 'Anyway, you know.'

'Come on, little one, I'll teach you, so you won't be bullied in the future.'

'I am...'

The blurry images in front of her dissipated like smoke. The last image was of a young man flying down from a tree. When she looked at him against the light, it seemed to give him a golden edge. The fruit knife in the girl's hand turned, and finally grazed her palm, leaving a second wound.

She hadn't used it for a long time; it was still unfamiliar.

………………

*Pa*, a chess piece falls.

The battle of the Chu River and Han border had just ended, and now it was replaced by the black and white killing of Go.

Lord Wu'an held the black pieces; Qin took water as its virtue, dark and black in color.

The Hegemon-King of Chu naturally used the white pieces.

The two were fighting each other on the chessboard, a fierce battle, full of heroic spirit.

Even the old gatekeeper couldn't help but be attracted, and then he came closer to watch the fun.

Wei Yuan smiled and greeted them, then wiped the tables in the Zhenyao Museum.

Bai Ze had now gone back to continue his hard study of formations; he was also going to find Shi Yi.

Then he signaled the soldier spirit water ghost to watch the house. He had originally wanted to say a few words to Jue, but the girl saw his current reaction as if he were the big bad wolf and she was Little Red Riding Hood. She turned around and ran away in her cotton slippers, but her ears could still be seen to be red.

Wei Yuan scratched his head and suddenly heard Zhu Jiuyin's voice.

"If you go to find Shi Yi now, there will be danger."

Wei Yuan's expression became solemn.

"Mm."

Facing the top experts of the first echelon below the Ten Great Gods of the Age of Gods.

Wei Yuan's individual strength was still below them at the moment, so it was naturally dangerous.

He was prepared to take notes on a walkthrough.

Who knew that the gray-robed man picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said casually: "However, I will not tell you how to avoid it, nor will I tell you what the trouble will be, nor will I tell you how to find Shi Yi. Divination is also forbidden; I'll ban the Liuren divination for you first."

"This time, think for yourself how to do it."

??!

Wei Yuan's face slowly froze.

Like a student being told about changes to the exam scope the day before the exam.

"No, isn't this too sudden?"

The gray-robed man frowned, "You should also use your brain."

"There's already Xuanyuan and Xing Tian."

"If you add you, then this human world is too hopeless."

Wei Yuan thought of the Great Wilderness, Shi Yi, the God of Supporting Heaven, and Gonggong, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "No, isn't this too rushed? How about next time?"

The gray-robed man said: "Is thinking so difficult for you?"

The ancient eyes of the Candle Dragon of Jiuyou retracted his palm, his five fingers were fair and slender, his knuckles prominent, he tapped the table, and said calmly: "If thinking ability is the core key that distinguishes humans from animals, then I really don't know whether I should classify you as normal humans."

Wei Yuan said: "No, this..."

"If you fail to satisfy me."

"Then, perhaps I will choose to cooperate with Kai Ming, or Di Jun."

Wei Yuan was critically hit.

"Okay, I understand, I'll go!"

The gray-robed man's lips curled up, and then he pursed them, nonchalantly, and said lightly:

"Go."

Wei Yuan always felt that he had found a tutor, but he was also a trump card-level combat force on his side. Helplessly, could it be that this guy had been holding a grudge about that old punch back in the Tang Dynasty? It couldn't be that the Candle Dragon of Jiuyou was a petty person, right? It couldn't be, right?

Could anyone really hold a grudge like that?

Wei Yuan complained in his heart.

He explained the matters, stepped out, and Zhu Jiuyin obviously didn't intend to let a third pure steel brute appear in the Lucid Dream. Museum Curator Wei's growth stage was cruelly twisted. Even a bamboo of Nanshan, you have to understand how to bloom. Even if he only thinks in his mind.

Based on the current situation, the crisis may come from Gonggong.

But this possibility is very low.

Then it comes from Shi Yi, from the God of Supporting Heaven Chong, or the Great Wilderness.

Wei Yuan thought in his mind, and then thought of the first question now.

How to find Shi Yi.

Shi Yi is the God of Time. This guy hides his aura so that no one can find him. On the other hand, Chong, the God of Supporting Heaven, never knows how to restrain himself and is as conspicuous as a searchlight in the night. Could it be that he has to start with Chong? How to get him to speak is also a problem.

Wei Yuan walked out while thinking.

He saw the new store in the old street, and the girl named A Zhao was in a daze.

The girl also happened to look over from the window.

The two's eyes met.

Wei Yuan was stunned, and a fierce struggle instantly emerged in his mind.

Their eyes met. Should he say hello?

Wouldn't it be impolite not to say hello, after all, she helped Jue.

But if he said hello and she ignored him, it would be quite awkward.

In the end, Wei Yuan subconsciously said hello.

As expected, the girl in the window was in a daze, pretended not to see him, and then slowly retracted her gaze. This was really an extremely deadly level for social phobics, no, it was a deadly experience for anyone, too embarrassing.

Wei Yuan turned his head and continued to follow the aura of the God of Supporting Heaven.

And the girl A Zhao in the window was stunned and lost in thought.

When the museum curator just walked past and said hello, the sunlight fell down, as if plating him with a layer of gold, unfamiliar but with an unspeakable sense of familiarity. The images in that memory seemed to be about to break through the seal of the spell and burst out.

But in the end, in a painful whisper, A Zhao suddenly raised her hand to her forehead. A complex spell appeared on her brow.

The seal set by the God of Supporting Heaven Chong re-sealed those things that were not allowed to be recalled.

Leaving not a trace.

By the time she恍惚returned to her senses, she had forgotten the young man who had just walked past here, and once again forgotten the wandering swordsman in her memory.

………………

Shi Yi is the God of Time, and time is hidden in tranquility.

And you can see the sky when you look up.

Therefore, the God of Supporting Heaven Chong is easy to find.

And for some reason, Wei Yuan was shocked when he discovered the location of the God of Supporting Heaven.

Hai Di撈, hot pot restaurant?

"Welcome, please come this way."

In the lively hot pot restaurant, Wei Yuan looked up, looked at the God of Supporting Heaven who squeezed out a smile on the front and wanted to kill him, then looked down at the menu, then looked up again, confirming that he was not mistaken, that look was like seeing a pig running to the Empire State Building to do a striptease.

"Chong?"

The Great Wilderness Heavenly God who had to work because of his agreement with Shi Yi had veins bulging on his forehead, with a business-like smile, one word at a time:

"Yes, dear customer, have you ordered?"

He emphasized the five words "dear customer" very heavily.

As if he would start fighting in the next second.

Beating the guy in front of him into Wei Yuan sauce.

Wei Yuan nodded, lowered his head, thoughtfully, and then as if nothing had happened.

Ordered the dishes.

Chong immediately served them to him.

And when Chong felt that he could leave, the museum owner in casual clothes and gentle temperament pointed his finger at the God of Supporting Heaven, and said to the foreman next to him: "I hope this waiter brother can help me make pulled noodles, can you? Oh, by the way, please adjust the sauce bowl."

The foreman manager immediately replied: "Okay, no problem."

A moment later, the veins on the forehead of the God of Supporting Heaven Chong bulged, standing in front of Wei Yuan with a murderous smile, waving the pulled noodles with one hand, powerfully and powerfully, as if he would turn into a sharp blade at any time to completely shatter the guy in front of him.

Wei Yuan subconsciously picked up the tea, imitating Zhu Jiuyin's movements, leaning back slightly.

When he picked up the teacup, the curling smoke and movements could cover the expression on his face, concealing his emotions well. Chong heavily waved, threw the pulled noodles into the pot, and leaned forward with a smile that was about to kill someone: "Then, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first, customer."

Wei Yuan took a sip of tea, took out his mobile phone, opened the corresponding app, and directly gave the waiter a bad review.

The employee card on Chong's collar flashed red.

God of Supporting Heaven: "…………"

"You ****...the God of War of the human race, what exactly do you want to do?!"

He smiled grimly, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to crush Wei Yuan: "Here to find fault?!"

"I want to see Shi Yi."

Chong was stunned and narrowed his eyes: "You want to find him, but you can't find him, so you came here?"

"Heh... I think you've misunderstood something, it's you who are begging me."

Wei Yuan glanced at Chong's number and said slowly: "You've misunderstood."

Wei Yuan tapped the table with his fingers.

Attracting attention, adjusting his tone and rhythm, learning Zhu Long's tone and said: "With the character of the God of Supporting Heaven, he wouldn't be working here voluntarily, and the one who can make you bow your head is probably either Di Jun or Shi Yi who is kind to you."

"So, you shouldn't want to make a scene here, right?"

The God of Supporting Heaven looked unkind: "You're threatening me?"

"No, of course not."

Wei Yuan said: "I'm just appropriately exercising my rights."

Chong said: "You think I'll be threatened by this?!"

Wei Yuan thought for a while and said: "If you clash with me here, Shi Yi will appear immediately with his speed and perception. You probably don't want to encounter the scandal of your family coming to bail you out because of a conflict at work, right?"

"Anyway, I don't care. As long as there's a conflict, I'll see him."

"God of Supporting Heaven Chong, can't you even do ordinary work well?"

He smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, tomorrow is payday?"

Fatal blow.

The veins on Chong's forehead bulged, then he took a deep breath, exhaled turbid air, and sneered:

"Using words to force me?"

"Heh... as long as I neither agree to your request nor conflict with you, what can you do to me?"

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth curled up and he smiled brightly: "Of course not."

"I thought of another way. Sometimes, coercing the general trend and winning without fighting is the best strategy in military strategy. By the way, Miss Foreman." He turned to look at the short-haired, sharp-eyed, and beautiful foreman, and said: "Today is a friend's birthday."

"I hope to hear the Happy Birthday song."

"This big brother is tall and strong, he must be suitable for singing."

Wei Yuan smiled and looked at Chong.

The beautiful foreman was surprised: "Is today your birthday, customer?"

"No, it's a friend's."

Wei Yuan lowered his voice, looked at the God of Supporting Heaven, and said with a monotone without fluctuations:

"Ah, it's the birthday of my sister's favorite anime character."

"Magical Girl, Balala Dark Energy Transformation."

"So I hope this big brother can hold this transformation stick and sing a song, I'll take a video and show it to my sister."

The museum curator smiled warmly, looking at the God of Supporting Heaven.

Then he turned on the camera button like lightning.

Ready to take pictures at any time.

The God of Supporting Heaven's forehead twitched. Looking at Museum Curator Wei's preparations, with his pride, he would never let Shi Yi come to clean up. If he really wanted to fight, the guy in front of him was full of vigor, and he would probably be blown out of this city by him in an instant.

When Museum Curator Wei reached into his arms, his aura was fierce and majestic, as if he was a swordsman who struck the final sword.

But when he was about to pull out that magical girl transformation stick.

The corners of the God of Supporting Heaven's mouth twitched.

"I'll, I'll call Shi Yi, for you."

………………

"You need my help?"

Shi Yi, wearing the clothes of a seafood worker, frowned and said, "Aura of time."

"What for?"

Wei Yuan said, "Healing."

Healing Shenzhou.

Shi Yi nodded and pondered: "Okay, but you have to satisfy one of my requests."

"What?"

"Let me join the party."

?!!!

The happy water in Wei Yuan's mouth almost sprayed Shi Yi in the face, and then he coughed violently.

"Can't I?"

"This, it's a little troublesome..."

Wei Yuan patted his chest, looking at Shi Yi in surprise and uncertainty.

Shi Yi was thoughtful and said:

"Indeed, religious beliefs are not allowed. I myself belong to the worshipped. Forget it, it's just a casual question."

The God of Time's eyes were indifferent, and he stretched out his palm, the power of time flowing:

"Or, you beat me."

"I can give it to you."

"After all, I also have the responsibility for letting you leave the checkpoints of the Great Wilderness at that time."

Wei Yuan was slightly stunned, raised his head and saw Shi Yi's quiet and calm eyes.

The atmosphere instantly became solidified and fierce, with murderous intent crisscrossing.

PS: Today's second update... four thousand eight hundred words.