Chapter 1 Dragon Tiger Mountain

On Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhang Ruosu took a sip of tea.

He had already gotten the gist of things from Nü Jiao. As a cultivator guarding the human realm, he could naturally sense why the master of Qingqiu Kingdom from the Age of Gods, the wielder of the divine weapon Shennong Whip, would suddenly leave the secret realm of Tushan in Qingqiu and come to the human world. Naturally, he had to ask the usual questions.

And so he found out.

One question, and the answer was: the museum.

The old Daoist reacted quickly.

This had to be an incredibly juicy piece of gossip.

This old man has traveled far and wide, roaming the world with his sword for countless years. What haven't I seen?

I've seen it all!

Just recalling the slightly flustered tone on the other end of the phone earlier, Zhang Ruosu had already deduced what was going to happen. Delightful, delightful! If it weren't for the fact that Tiannü Ba was in a terrible mood for some unknown reason, he might have even burst into a Daoist song right then and there.

As for why she was unhappy...

Actually, Zhang Ruosu, the loafer, knew perfectly well.

After all, not long ago, some demon beasts had broken through the seal and come to the human world. Before they could even take a single step out of Dragon Tiger Mountain's sealing formation, Tiannü Ba had beaten them to a pulp and sent them scurrying back. That day, the fiery clouds stretched for thousands of miles – and that wasn't a figure of speech; it was literally a sky ablaze with fire.

Those demon beasts were basically half-cooked after the beating, and then they ran back crying for their daddies and mommies.

However, she hadn't killed all the demon beasts, but had left some alive.

"So, this Tiannü Ba is a gentle person with a bottom line, who doesn't like to kill."

Zhang Ruosu mused to himself, sipping his tea.

Zhao Gongming beside him wanted to say something but hesitated.

Hesitated, but still wanted to speak.

He was struggling over there.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, there was a knock at the door. Each knock was evenly spaced. When the door was opened, it was the Lord of Wuan, dressed in modern clothes. He wasn't particularly tall, but he exuded the stillness of a mountain. Apart from the Qin Dynasty hairstyle, he looked no different from a modern person.

"Lord of Wuan, you're..."

"I plan to go down the mountain, to the old street."

"Oh, oh, that's right. Heh, it has been renovated."

The old Daoist stroked his beard and nodded.

"If the Lord of Wuan is interested in the future, you can also come to Dragon Tiger Mountain for a short stay."

"Certainly."

After some pleasantries, the atmosphere was cheerful. In fact, this Lord of Wuan, despite his illustrious reputation in history, was a very amiable person to get along with, befitting his title of 'Wuan,' which means 'pacifying the people'. Although it wasn't the only title of Wuan, even Li Mu later was given the title of Wuan by the King of Zhao, who said, 'Li Mu is like my Bai Qi.' This showed how important Bai Qi was.

But wasn't that sentence from the King of Zhao a threat?

The old Daoist muttered to himself. During his time on the mountain, the Lord of Wuan had become very familiar with the young Daoists here. If one didn't mention his historical deeds, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, and the kind without any temper. Now that he was leaving the mountain, the young Daoists were a little reluctant.

"I plan to become a farmer."

When asked what he planned to do after going down the mountain a few days ago, Bai Qi said, "I had the idea in the past."

"But later I found that modern farmers seem to be different from what they were in my time."

"So I thought, it would be good to be a teacher."

Zhang Ruosu hesitated: "Lord of Wuan, you are skilled in..."

Bai Qi pondered: "The laws of the Qin Dynasty are no longer applicable to the current era. What I have learned can be taught to others, such as the Body Refinement Art of the Military School, the secret techniques of the Great Qin Black Ice Terrace, or the art of combined battle formations. I have also mastered almost all the sword and spear techniques of the Great Qin..."

After learning in detail about the knowledge that Bai Qi possessed, Zhang Ruosu, covered in cold sweat, directly burned the qualification certificate for the hobby class that he had applied for. After five hundred years of Spring and Autumn and Warring States period slaughter, every sword technique and every spear technique of that era basically aimed at killing people.

The Great Qin military rank system required one's head to exchange for military merits. This sword skill tree was simply maxed out.

With this kind of swordsmanship...

Those outstanding graduates who practiced seriously would basically be eating a peanut. (euphemism for execution)

If one failed the exam, they would probably end up with free gourmet food and all-inclusive accommodation for the rest of their lives.

Of course, this kind of killing swordsmanship could not be allowed to spread. In order to appease the Lord of Wuan, the old Daoist signed another contract with him, saying that he would send a batch of students to him for training every once in a while, a group of rebellious thorns from the Shenzhou Special Adaptation Warriors, with distinct personalities, who should be able to satisfy the Lord of Wuan's teacher hobby.

At that time, the old man asked the Lord of Wuan for the third time what kind of shop he planned to open in the old street.

After pondering, the Lord of Wuan replied:

"If all else fails, I want to open a Civil Affairs Bureau."

The old Daoist was bewildered.

……………………

"Heh, Lord of Wuan, the Civil Affairs Bureau you requested... well, it's been approved, the Civil Affairs Bureau branch stationed in the Civil Affairs Bureau..."

Now that Bai Qi had come to visit, the old Daoist took out the red seal and some documents from the cabinet and handed them over. When Bai Qi was saying goodbye, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Forgive this old Daoist for being presumptuous, but why does the Lord of Wuan want a Civil Affairs Bureau?"

Bai Qi said with a slight smile: "I received an order from His Majesty the First Emperor."

"To protect the marriage contract of the Shao Shangzao (a Qin Dynasty official title)."

"A ruler does not jest, and speed is essential in war."

"Like deploying troops in battle, one should grasp the mountains, rivers, and key terrain in one's own hands. Since this is the case, one should also tightly control the most important link, so as to be able to adapt to all changes."

"Once the time is ripe, the marriage certificate can be completed according to the rules of this era."

The old Daoist suddenly understood, and then said:

"May I ask presumptuously, what is the Lord of Wuan's unchanging factor..."

Bai Qi took the seal of the Civil Affairs Bureau and smiled without answering.

The Lord of Wuan never fights a battle he cannot win.

The old Daoist's lips twitched.

He probably guessed Bai Qi's thoughts.

The advantage is on my side. If all else fails, I'll tie them up and get the certificate, and issue it to you on the spot.

Bai Qi said goodbye and left. The old Daoist looked at Bai Qi's back, and thought of the previous sentence, "In our era, the betrothal gifts included geese, because geese always have only one mate, and will not look for a second even if the mate dies, to show that the heart is undivided."

"During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period, there seem to be records of many famous generals and gentlemen of the Warring States period having concubines."

"The Lord of Wuan doesn't seem to have any scandals. He seems to be consistent from beginning to end."

The God of War who shook the world.

A loyal and devoted husband.

Truly, a pure love war god.

The old Daoist sighed. He saw that the scenery outside was beautiful, the sky was bright, Bai Qi's steps were unhurried, and the elegant girl in white Daoist robes was quietly admiring the flowers, her fingers touching them, and even in the cold winter, the flowers were blooming. It was truly a peaceful and beautiful day.

The old Daoist turned around and picked up his tea.

At this moment, suddenly, a thunderclap exploded, rumbling like muffled thunder.

Before he could react, the second muffled thunder-like sound directly overlapped, and together with the sound waves of the first, swept in all directions.

A deafening thunder.

In the Age of Gods, during the battles of the various gods and fierce beasts, the roar could shake three thousand eight hundred miles, and the effect was super doubled in the human world.

A powerful voice fell with the thunder, just like the Xuanyuan tough guy group who kicked down the mountain gate to fight in those years, the voice was like thunder, shaking a full seven thousand six hundred miles:

"Zhang Ruosu of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhang Ruosu of Dragon Tiger Mountain, ran away! Ran away!"

"Zhang Ruosu of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Zhang Ruosu of Dragon Tiger Mountain, ran away! Ran away!"

A kind of magical melody, as if unconsciously reminding people of the rhythm of the Jiangnan Leather Factory.

It fell with that domineering shock.

Then the sound of inhaling could be heard, and then the sound of booming drums wrapped up with the voice and spread out.

"Zhang Ruosu!"

"You heartless man!!"

"You have the nerve to run away, you have the nerve to open the door!!!"

"You have the nerve to run away, you have the nerve to go down the mountain!!!"

??!

The entire Dragon Tiger Mountain fell into silence.

Zhao Gongming pondered.

Zhao Gongming seemed to understand.

Zhao Gongming instantly dodged, moving a full hundred zhang away from the old Daoist.

"You're in trouble?"

The old golden crow pondered.

Zhang Ruosu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"What, what are you talking about?!"

"I mean... Celestial Master, don't move from there, yes, right there, calm down."

"You want me to calm my mind?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll splatter me with blood later."

The old golden crow answered rationally and calmly.

"In this situation, first, are you saying that you even flirt with males?"

The veins on the old Daoist's forehead bulged.

"Okay, no, then the second possibility is that you have old debts of romance, and now someone has come to your door with a son, just, just like those classic novel plots, right?"

Zhang Ruosu was furious.

"You, you're slandering me!"

Outside, the girl in white Daoist robes, unable to conceal her beautiful figure and temperament, thoughtfully said, "This aura, Kui Ox Drum? Is it an old friend coming?"

Kui Ox Drum was a divine weapon that the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden made for Xuanyuan after the human race general killed the Kui Ox.

Although the Kui Ox was not a top-tier god, it once had the title of Thunder God.

This divine weapon solidified the power of the Kui Ox. Its sound was like thunder, and as for the concept of myth, this thing was not a common item. The Kui Ox did not yet possess it. If it did, it would not have been killed by Chang Xian and Li Mu.

However, the concept of myth is also divided into different types, some are auxiliary, such as Yuan Chen.

But the mythological concept of the Thunder God style must be combat-oriented.

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden living within the true spirit gritted her teeth, and then said: "Aren't you angry?"

"Angry?"

The Tiannü Ba, whose black hair had a dark red gradient at the ends, was surprised: "Why should I be angry?"

She picked up a flower, her smile warm and pure, and casually asked:

"By the way, what does he mean by shouting so much?"

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden was silent.

Then she explained: "Geng Chen is hooking up with women again."

The girl's movements froze.

Our side has broken through the opponent's defense layer.

"While you were asleep."

Our side's attack critically strikes.

"According to Geng Chen's past, this is probably the nth one."

A fatal attack effect is generated.

The girl with dark red tips in her black hair clenched her fingers unconsciously, and the surrounding sea of flowers was a mess.

………………

Zhang Ruosu's scalp was numb. He turned around and planned to deal with the matter, saying:

"There must be some misunderstanding in this."

"I need to explain."

"Or should I run first?"

Looking back, it was the ancestral tablet, so he couldn't go that way.

He looked to his left, his face freezing. He saw the girl picking flowers, and wisps of scarlet flames were rising against the sky. This thing was completely analogous to the terrifying things like the Nine Heavens Flame in the cultivation classics. The beautiful flower field had just turned to ashes.

The old golden crow turned into a golden rainbow and slipped away.

The mountain road directly ahead, and the booming thunder sounded again.

He could only go from the right...

When Zhang Ruosu turned around subconsciously, a hand landed on his shoulder with a *pa*.

A domineering killing intent that could rival Chi You swept across, and it seemed like two red lights lit up in the shadows behind him. Bai Qi, the Great Qin War God with a refined and gentle appearance, said gently: "Daoist Zhang, you and I are friends, therefore, I have something I want to say to you..."

Behind him was the ancestral tablet, on the left was the Tiannü burning with fire, on the right was the God of Slaughter whispering, and ahead was a catastrophe.

The old Daoist was speechless.

Eating melons, eating melons...

Eating melons is really a beautiful thing.

This old Daoist has roamed the world for so many years, what haven't I seen?

This scene, I have really never seen before.

…………………

The museum.

When they came back and opened the door, the water ghost and the painter were neatly collapsed on the sofa.

As if they had lost all meaning, turned into a pale gray color.

"It's over, it's over."

"I'm unemployed."

"Wuwuwu, all the food has been lost."

The white-haired beauty was sitting on another sofa with a smile, behind her was Su Yu'er, with an heroic spirit and a bronze short sword on her waist. The situation was obvious. After the cinema, the museum members were brought back by Nü Jiao. The white-haired beauty wore sunglasses, a high white ponytail, and drove a luxury car with one hand.

She instantly turned Curator Wei into scum.

Aren't they siblings?

The gap between rich and poor is outrageously large, isn't it?

A group of people stayed in the museum waiting for the curator to come back. The burned-out painter was disheartened and subconsciously said, "Do you think they will come back today?"

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Lovers, not going home.

Mother Vodka stirred up the flames of war again.

The pupils of the Water God Changcheng began to constrict in an orderly manner.

The white-haired beauty was surprised, and then full of a sense of relief.

Soon, the Great Monk Yuanjue realized something.

Even the old guy, the weapon spirit, noticed something.

Only the water ghost was still drinking soda.

Invisibly, the atmosphere seemed to become tense.

Just before the atmosphere exploded, the museum door opened with a *ding-dang*, Wei Yuan and the Tiannü came back. The Water God Changcheng breathed a sigh of relief and put away the iron shovel next to her.

The white-haired beauty clicked her tongue, with a disappointed yet predictable expression.

It seemed that something that had been solemnly suppressed suddenly dispersed.

"Eh? Why are you all here?"

Wei Yuan subconsciously opened his mouth to answer, but was directly dragged away by Nü Jiao, who grabbed him by the collar: "Come here, I have something to say."

Curator Wei, physically, left the battlefield.

Mother Vodka scrambled up and jumped into Jue's arms: "Jue, I'm so unlucky, wuwuwu, hug..." She directly buried her face in the girl's arms and rubbed against her, Tiannü smiled and comforted her, making the weapon spirit couldn't help but sigh.

She easily did what Curator Wei had not been able to do in five thousand years.

As expected of you!

"Where did you guys go?"

"We went to the beach in the end." The Tiannü said with a smile: "The light of the stars fell on the sea, like shattered gold, flickering, very beautiful."

The delicate painter girl was stunned for a moment, and comforted Jue in turn:

"Today's date experience was terrible, right?"

"It's okay, I will definitely tutor that wooden-headed Curator Wei."

Jue subconsciously said, "Huh? I think it was very good."

"Eh?"

The painter subconsciously said, "No, that's impossible, that milk tea shop is too ordinary..."

The girl wondered, "Actually, the milk cap was very sweet, and the taste of honey and lemon was harmonized just right, like stepping on creamy clouds, soft and fluffy."

"The oil fumes in the snack street are too heavy."

"But the joy of everyone and the lights there gather together. Looking at it from a distance, it's like a winding galaxy, with countless people's beautiful dreams rising and falling inside, brilliant and dreamlike. Walking in it, I am also a point of starlight."

"Eh eh eh?!"

"The cinema is too boring, right?"

"Movies are people's stories, a microcosm of life. Countless people are immersed in the same dream, as if they have let go of themselves. It's really good."

Mother Vodka was sunk, murmuring: "No, impossible..."

The water ghost raised his head and said, "Look, these things are for certain people, right?"

The delicate girl looked at the Tiannü over there getting tea and said, "No, there can be no mistake."

"That milk tea shop is indeed very bad."

"The snack street is actually very average and crowded."

"The movie selection is also very ordinary, long and uninteresting."

She denied it three times in a row like venting.

"You can't use your own judgment to decide the preferences of others."

The water ghost resisted.

"Yes, but there is one thing."

The delicate painter looked at the high ponytail girl over there and said:

"My hometown is by the sea."

"The sea at night is pitch black, like a bottomless black abyss. Neither moonlight nor starlight can make it bright. The ocean and the sky are black. The beauty and tranquility of the day are completely gone, as if to swallow everything."

"Neither starlight nor moonlight can make the sea look good."

"Ah?"

The just-right sweetness, like creamy clouds, the mortal world with a myriad of stars, and the brilliant light river that undulates with the ocean like shattered stars, all the beauty of this world is just an embellishment around someone.

"What illuminates the sea, what is as brilliant as shattered stars, is the light in her eyes."

ps: Today's first update... 4,800 words.