Chapter 172 A Slap for a Slap

Wei Yuan walked out of the Huai River.

Turning his head to look at the Huai River behind him, still surging with waves, he felt a mix of emotions. He didn't know what to say. The sky had completely darkened, and the city was brightly lit, but it was hazy due to the rain. Wei Yuan thought about the water god he had stuffed into his sleeve.

The dragon, usually stuck in the Qiankun Sleeve, hadn't spoken to anyone and was already feeling stifled.

Now, it had moved closer and started chatting with the water god.

After thinking about it, there was no rush. He casually found a place and had dinner.

A large bowl of stewed noodles, a specialty around Mount Tongbai, with wide noodles and fresh broth, made with mutton. A pot simmered mutton bones over low heat in the restaurant, the broth as white as milk, steaming hot. The noodles were served with some spinach, two spoonfuls of white broth, a spoonful of beef, and finally a handful of chopped cilantro and scallions, with two drops of sesame oil to remove the gamey taste.

The whole city was wet.

The noodle dishes in this land each had their own unique flavors, but Wei Yuan found this one particularly comforting.

After finishing his meal.

Inside the Qiankun Sleeve, the water god was tied up artistically with the Immortal Binding Rope.

The dragon sat in front, a cigarette between its fingers.

It chatted idly, but then the water god suddenly noticed small bottles of cumin and chili powder appearing in front of the dragon. Suddenly, he was pierced through the ropes with a wooden stick and set up over a fire.

The dragon transformed into a human form while massaging the water god.

While massaging, it took out various coarse salts and cumin, patting and rubbing them into its body.

"??!"

The dragon asked innocently, "Are you a river fish or a sea fish?"

The water god was stunned.

Then, he roared in anger, "I am a river god!"

The dragon said, "So, that means you're a river fish?"

"River fish have a strong fishy smell, so I need to add more cooking wine to remove the fishiness and enhance the flavor."

"Sea fish have firmer muscles, making them a good material for sashimi!"

"??!"

………………

Wei Yuan finished his dinner and walked away along the river.

Thoughts floated and fell in his mind.

About Wu Zhiqi, about the water god Gonggong, and the struggles among humans that would follow.

And a question that had been overlooked gradually resurfaced in his heart. Now, after the meal, re-examining it, he could sense that there was something wrong with the water god's appearance.

It was too coincidental.

Rather than coming to find Wu Zhiqi, it was more like he was coming to find him.

Was the target him?

Wei Yuan keenly grasped the key point of the problem.

After all, the other party showed hostility as soon as they met and revealed his background and purpose.

These two things were not a problem when separated, but put together, they seemed particularly strange.

Whether it was not showing hostility after meeting, despite being a subordinate of Gonggong, or showing hostility but not revealing his background, it would have been smarter than the water god's previous behavior. Either he was very stupid, or he was doing it on purpose.

Unconsciously, he had walked more than ten miles. Wei Yuan looked up at the starlight and took out the water god, interrogating him directly. As expected, the latter pretended to be stupid, saying, "You'd better release me quickly, or Lord Gonggong will make you regret it!"

Communication failed, and Wei Yuan put the water god back in.

He also provided the dragon with a large portion of pickled fish seasoning packets.

Ignoring the water god's roars.

Wei Yuan thought back and forth, unable to tell which was more likely.

Seeing the problem from the clues, seeing the whole leopard from a spot, was the method of a wise man. After pondering, driven by a sense of frustration, Wei Yuan chose a more direct approach—

He quickened his pace.

However, he did not go back to the museum. After crossing several mountains, his vision suddenly widened. The sword behind him was hidden in its scabbard. Beyond the mountains, the city lights still shone. Wei Yuan hurried towards the East Sea in the night, his speed getting faster and faster, until finally he was like a long sword breaking through the water.

As the speed increased, his sword intent became more and more majestic.

But this sword intent did not reach its peak.

It was still one step away, about to be released, the moment before joy, anger, sorrow, and joy erupted, also the most violent moment of sword intent.

He directly entered the East Sea from the estuary of the Huai River that he and Wu Zhiqi had guided out.

At the mouth of the East Sea, the young man transformed by Xiangliu was waiting there early. The latter was dressed in ancient Shenzhou clothing, a set of dark clothes, black representing the virtue of water. Xiangliu was originally just guarding the gate here, but he sensed something and raised his head, seeing a person wielding a sword under the moonlight.

"It's you? What do you want to do..."

Xiangliu the Second Generation did not expect the young man in front of him to come to the East Sea estuary at this time.

"I have something to see Gonggong about."

Why think so much?

Wouldn't it be easier to ask Gonggong directly?!

Even so, the sense of frustration that drove him here was inexplicable, and could not be explained by this alone. Wei Yuan chased after his thoughts but could not find a reason, so he simply let it go. The sword behind him hummed more and more clearly.

"Impossible! How could I let you pass so easily..."

Xiangliu replied decisively.

But looking at the sword behind the young man, still in its scabbard, yet the sword intent was already making his eyes hurt.

Letting him pass meant death, not letting him pass meant being beaten half to death.

Xiangliu the Second Generation hesitated, followed his heart, and lowered his voice, "If I just let you pass, I'll be hung up and beaten later. How about you hit me a few times first, just to make it look like you're breaking through? Give me some face, or it won't be good if you just break through like this after I've only been on the job for a year, right?"

"That's... a bit damaging to my self-esteem."

Even Wei Yuan felt a little helpless at this moment.

"What happened to your unruly appearance back in Sakura Island?"

Xiangliu looked at the tightly wrapped clothes he was wearing now, remembering that he used to just casually wear a robe, and coughed, "I was young and ignorant back then, please forgive me, please forgive me. How about you hit me a couple of times? Don't be polite."

Wei Yuan nodded in agreement.

Xiangliu was overjoyed, immediately assumed a horse stance, and layers of scales appeared on his chest.

"Come on, hit me here, harder, so I can explain it!"

"Don't be polite."

"Okay."

Wei Yuan took a step, not drifting like a martial arts hero, but more like a cannonball being fired, direct and straightforward like military martial arts. His right hand pressed on Xiangliu's chest, his fingers exerting slight force. Xiangliu's expression changed, and his body was sent flying heavily, crashing into the waves.

"F***?!"

A sharp pain almost made him black out.

A fishy taste in his mouth.

He, it hadn't been long since the battle on Sakura Island, how could his strength have improved so quickly?!

The original Eight岐大蛇, now the Venerable Xiangliu, lowered his head, saw his clothes shattered. His clothes were actually made of scales, which meant Wei Yuan's palm had just crushed the thick scales on his chest.

"You really hit me when you said you would, not polite at all..."

Xiangliu's body moved backward, breaking through the waves.

Suddenly, something hooked his neck from behind and lifted him up.

In the waves, the one who single-handedly fished up the Eight岐大蛇 was a barefooted fisherman, tall but unkempt, it was Fang Feng, or rather, the last descendant of the 防风氏 giant that Wei Yuan had seen. He shook his hand and threw Xiangliu onto the wooden boat.

Looking at Wei Yuan in front, he said with emotion, "Long time no see, Curator Wei."

"I still have a lot of the pickles you gave me back then, and I was thinking of asking you for more later, but I didn't expect us to meet like this."

"Fang Feng..."

The tall man cupped his fist slightly and smiled, "Under the water god Gonggong, the 防风氏 of the Giant Clan."

"Greetings."

"My lord sensed the sword energy coming from the east and ordered me to invite you here."

Wei Yuan nodded and landed on the wooden boat.

Only Xiangliu the Second Generation couldn't help but roll his eyes. If you had said so earlier, why would I have acted so professionally and taken a beating?! Really, why is it always the gatekeepers who are unlucky?!

Fang Feng saw the slander in his heart, sneered, and kicked the big snake out.

He stirred the heavy oar in the sea, creating a whirlpool with a radius of hundreds of meters, like a water tornado, reaching deep into the seabed. The boat was not swept away by the water, but steadily passed through the whirlpool, returning to the seabed.

The place where Gonggong was, which Wei Yuan had visited before, reappeared before his eyes.

It was just that his mood was completely different from that time.

Gonggong's true form had begun to break through the seal. The terrifying pressure could be felt without getting close. Because of the leakage of the seal, the surroundings emitted light.

That was not actually a torrent of magic, but something that was born naturally. If the water monkey were to explain it now, it would definitely say that this was because the existence of high energy caused all the surrounding atoms to enter an excited state.

The excited atoms would release energy when they returned to their normal state, emitting a blue light.

He always felt like he had lost to an ancient monkey in science. Thinking of this, Wei Yuan wanted to laugh, but considering the current situation, he really couldn't laugh. Gonggong sat in the water temple, his long hair falling down, his face handsome, his eyes on Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan's attention was on the black-clothed youth next to Gonggong.

Wei Yuan paused slightly, recognized the purple gem pendant on his right ear, the aura of the amber-eyed youth, and said slowly, "... Mountain God..."

He slowly withdrew his gaze.

Gonggong's lips curled up, and he said pleasantly, "As expected, you would come."

For some reason, looking at Gonggong, the sense of frustration in Wei Yuan's heart rose again. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the water god, who was almost roasted, from his sleeve and threw him directly at Gonggong. Without seeing any action, the water god directly solidified in the middle.

Seemingly intimidated by the dragon's roasting, the ancient god had never seen such a terrifying interrogation method. As soon as he came out, he shouted, "Calm down, I am really a water god, sent by the Lord Gonggong..."

His voice stopped abruptly when he saw the handsome Gonggong over there.

Seeing the heavenly god with long hair falling down, supporting his chin with his left hand, holding a scroll in his right hand, his white robe like water, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Sent by me?"

The water god stiffly lowered his head and turned his head little by little to look at the museum owner.

You f***...

His thoughts almost froze.

How is it possible!

How is it possible!

According to common sense, shouldn't you be fighting each other?! Shouldn't you be more hostile to each other when you hear that sentence?! Shouldn't you immediately go back to discuss how to prevent Gonggong from gathering all the water gods of Shenzhou and then try to make targeted arrangements?!

Why are you here?!

How are your brains wired?!

Wei Yuan said, "As expected, he said he was your subordinate, going to find Wu Zhiqi to participate in the war."

Gonggong said, "Why do you know that he is not my subordinate?"

Wei Yuan said, "Wu Zhiqi would hold the line for you, blocking King Yu three times; after Wu Zhiqi was sealed, you also chose to fight King Yu and Gengchen head-on to the death. With such a relationship, you would naturally not choose to force Wu Zhiqi to be hostile to humans."

"Because you already know that Wu Zhiqi has found something he likes among humans."

Gonggong said, "From a rational point of view, Wu Zhiqi is very strong, and I naturally need his power."

Wei Yuan replied, "But a proud water god naturally disdains doing such a thing."

So Gonggong laughed loudly.

"I really admire you."

He stretched out his left hand, clenched his five fingers, and the pale so-called water god was directly crushed by Gonggong, actually killed and erased in front of Wei Yuan. The water god in white robes said lightly, "However, why did you come here? It can't be to join my side, right?"

Wei Yuan was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to speak, feeling a faint sense of frustration in his heart.

Of course, he also came here with a probing heart. Now that he was sure that the god who blocked the way was not under Gonggong's command, and thinking that the mountain gods of the Mountain and Sea Realm could also find unclaimed mountains to use in the human world, there was no doubt that this so-called water god either came from the Great Wilderness or somewhere else.

Belonging to a third party, it should be 重's side.

Stirring up the conflict between humans and Gonggong.

Playing the trick of sitting on the mountain to watch the tigers fight, or taking advantage of the situation, looking at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, he was really a professional old silver coin. He had been professionally fanning the flames for thousands of years, but he didn't expect to become firewood in the fire himself.

The wise control everything, but King Yu and Qi have proven that headstrong fools are the natural enemy of the wise.

But even so, Wei Yuan still felt uncomfortable. At this time, according to reason, he should confront Gonggong neither humble nor arrogant, try to probe as much as possible, or try to ease the conflict with humans and buy more time. But were these things really useful to Gonggong?

Or should he try whether it was useful or not?

He needed to ease the conflict as much as possible.

"I just wanted to ask..."

Wei Yuan slowly opened his mouth, his voice paused, that sentence of whether they could not fight, or those gentle words, such as whether Shenzhou and you could coexist, he couldn't say anything, as if his throat was blocked.

Gonggong waved his hand, and naturally a mermaid beauty brought fine wine, the color of the wine was deep, the aroma was pleasant.

The black-clothed Mountain God said, "Please drink."

It was obvious that the sea clan had been subdued by Gonggong. Faint and soft tunes came from his ears, making people intoxicated. The mermaid clan often produced beauties, with delicate faces, youthful and lovely, looking at such beautiful faces, it seemed impossible to be angry.

This was Gonggong's territory.

In front of him was a top god.

He couldn't act on impulse, he had to be able to bend and stretch.

Thoughts flashed through his mind.

But Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and thought of the misty Shenzhou land, the shrouded city, the rising water level.

He paused with the wine in his hand, and then suddenly seemed to understand. He suddenly raised his head and drank the wine. The strong wine entered his throat, and his spirit was refreshed. He casually threw the cup away, the smell of wine had not yet dissipated, and suddenly raised his hand and grasped his sword. The long sword was unsheathed, the sword energy was cold, and then without mercy, he violently and aggressively swept towards the Mountain God on the side.

A mouthful of frustration erupted with the help of the wine.

The Mountain God's face was shocked, he retreated, and blocked with his arms.

The long sword directly broke through three layers of defense and cut into the black-clothed man's shoulder. Wei Yuan's left hand directly locked the Mountain God's neck, and he turned and slashed, almost splitting him in half. Gonggong was shocked, and slammed the book in his hand, wrapping a water dragon, and heavily impacted Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan did not force or dodge, and resisted the move.

"Stop!"

"Presumptuous!"

Fang Feng and the Yellow River God took action together.

Turning his sword, Sword Art Chang'an.

Sword energy was violent!

The two groaned and took a few steps back.

The water dragon dissipated with a long cry, the Mountain God staggered and sat down. If Gonggong hadn't taken action, he would have been almost cut open diagonally by Wei Yuan's sword. Even so, blood gushed out, and a bloody smell suddenly spread. A murderous aura was added to the water. The illusory peaceful atmosphere brought by the fine wine, beauties, and songs was instantly shattered, and Wei Yuan's mind suddenly opened up.

No one has ever slapped us in the face and then bit their teeth and bowed their heads to submit.

He couldn't swallow this breath!

Swallow it?

Swallow N/A!

Gonggong said, "Mythological concept-level swordsmanship."

Wei Yuan held his sword, "An eye for an eye."

"It's a pity, I couldn't kill him."

Wei Yuan looked at Gonggong, the frustration in his heart swept away, "When you come out, let's fight once first."

"At that time, we'll decide life and death."

Wei Yuan flung his sleeves and left, directly exposing his back, but Gonggong didn't attack. It was only facing Gonggong that Wei Yuan could be so bold and unprepared. He walked out of the East Sea, looking at the constantly raining city, raised his head and howled wildly, his aura becoming more and more turbulent and majestic, almost uncontrollable, and returned to Shenzhou directly against the river.

The sword is straight, the sword is easily broken if it is too rigid.

The bamboo of Nanshan is both strong and tough, and the lack of the moon does not diminish its light.

Master, Wei Yuan really can't learn those ways of swallowing his anger and bowing his head.

Wei Yuan always felt that what he did today was not quite appropriate, but thinking about it, he was not a person like A亮 who had a perfect plan. He couldn't achieve step-by-step operations. Facing difficulties, the wise had their own solutions, and a fool like him also had his own reasons. Moreover, with Gonggong's nature, if he showed weakness, he would look down on this place.

In these thousands of years, no crisis has been resolved by retreating and being weak.

The way to seek peace has always been to have a sword in your hand.

If someone slaps you, you must use all your strength to give him two slaps!

Otherwise, how much can you eat by retreating step by step and begging on your knees?

It's like holding firewood to put out a fire, the fire will not go out if the firewood is not exhausted.

Wei Yuan's heart was happy and carefree. Even if he had decided to go and fight Gonggong in advance, knowing that this battle would be dangerous, there was no fear. When he came back to his senses, he had unknowingly walked back to the museum. Seeing Jue in the flower shop over there, Wei Yuan thought of that text message.

'Accomplices in life.'

Wei Yuan paused slightly, originally intending to go to the flower shop to ask about the situation directly.

But he changed his mind.

He returned to the museum, went upstairs, unlocked the door, took out his household registration book, stuffed it into his arms. The swordsman who could draw his sword in Gonggong's temple was hesitant at this moment. He finally convinced himself, who knew, maybe Jue meant... maybe, although it was like those small probability events, but maybe?

If he guessed wrong, wouldn't it be right to put the household registration book away?

If she doesn't know, it means I didn't bring the household registration book.

When Wei Yuan reacted, he had already walked to the door of Jue's flower shop.

He knocked on the door of the flower shop.

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