Chapter 385 Returning Home

Having passed through the cracks of space, Wei Yuan returned to the human world.

Since becoming a mountain god of a branch of Kunlun Mountain, Wei Yuan's perception of spatial changes had become higher than that of ordinary cultivators and mountain gods. Perhaps the gods of Kunlun were naturally endowed with a high affinity for spatial changes, which was why Wei Yuan was able to use his swordsmanship to create the move "Hometown."

He had taken a step from the pinnacle of skill towards the concept of mythology.

When he saw the lights of the human world, Wei Yuan's nerves, which had been tense in the Great Wilderness, finally began to relax. The wind from the lands of China blew across his face, and even though it was a biting winter wind, he felt his heart calm down, and fatigue immediately followed.

This feeling of relaxation could probably be described as coming home.

"Finally back..."

Wei Yuan whispered.

Jue nodded. When she turned her head, she saw that Wei Yuan's short hair, which had only grown slightly longer when he set off, had now fallen to his waist. White hair was mixed in with the black, and the five thousand years of vicissitudes and suffering that had been suppressed in the past could no longer be held back.

"This is..."

She asked softly.

"Ah, this..."

Wei Yuan scratched his head awkwardly. He didn't want to worry anyone when he came back, so he had specially adjusted the hair dye to dye his hair black, but there was no doubt that the effect of the Taiyin Moon Essence was quite stubborn. Even Great Wilderness-level hair dye couldn't suppress the white.

Later, he even used the supernatural power of fetal transformation.

But even this kind of transformation seemed unable to resist the effect.

Wei Yuan even suspected that the white hair was because of the extreme yang of thunder and fire, which coincided with both the Thunder-Heaven Grand壮 and Heaven-Fire Grand有 hexagrams, directly engraving the white hair into his DNA, no, directly into his soul. Wei Yuan even felt that even if he were reincarnated, he would probably have a head of white hair.

Young white.

Baby white.

Old white.

The deceased is great, with a head of white hair.

Fortunately, he wouldn't be reincarnated as a female, otherwise, if he encountered the Shenzhou-specific attack DNA of white hair and red pupils engraved by Xuanyuan, things might get messy.

Wei Yuan complained in his heart. Did the Taiyin lineage have some special preference for this kind of white hair, or was it that the hair on the Taiyin side had to grow to the waist? It was growing like crazy. Was what Chang Xi gave him the purest treasure of Taiyin, or the hair growth tonic of the Taiyin Palace?

If this thing was mixed with some water and sold in China, it would be sold out immediately.

Not only could it improve one's Dao practice and cultivation, but it could also enhance control over lunar techniques.

Moreover, it could cure hair loss.

Making your hair always fluffy.

"Heaven-Fire Grand有, the superior man punishes evil and praises good, obeying Heaven and resting fate..."

Wei Yuan muttered, thinking of that hexagram.

The girl next to him stretched out her finger and picked up a strand of white hair hanging from Wei Yuan's temple, and said, "It's okay."

"After we get home, I'll see if I can change it back."

"Yeah."

Although part of the reason for the white hair was that he was exhausted at the time and his foundation was severely damaged, after all, his body had been tempered by thunder and fire, and his foundation had been supplemented by Taiyin Moon Dew. This white hair didn't have the texture of weeds in autumn, but was delicate, like silk.

The girl played with the white hair with her fingers, subconsciously wrapping it around her fingertips, and then pulled it.

"Hiss..."

Wei Yuan was thinking about something and felt a pain. He turned his head.

Jue looked apologetic and subconsciously raised her eyes.

The two were very close. The girl raised her hand, her fingers still wrapped around a strand of white hair at the young man's temple. Their eyes met, and they could hear each other's breathing. For some reason, Wei Yuan's heart suddenly beat faster, and the words he wanted to say suddenly stopped. His gaze fell on the girl's lips.

The girl paused slightly, and that strand of white hair slipped from her fingers, brushing against her cheek.

Only romance remained.

"What's wrong with white hair?! White hair is great!"

At this moment, Wu Zhiqi's dissatisfied voice suddenly came from the side, angrily saying:

"Tell me, what's wrong with white hair!"

"I think white hair is great!"

The white-haired youth walked beside him, carrying a weapon made of water veins, frowning in dissatisfaction, revealing his right tiger tooth.

Jue subconsciously let go of the white hair at her fingertips, her face flushed.

She turned her face away.

Wei Yuan was silent, then glared at Wu Zhiqi, and replied with a smile, "It's nothing, it's pretty good."

A potter whose skills were tempered by thunder and fire, yin and yang circulated, and the three religions merged, laughed heartily:

"Look at my white hair."

"It looks even more like your dad."

"Come on, grandson, call me daddy!"

"???!"

Wu Zhiqi was stunned, then furious.

"I think you're getting carried away!"

He stretched out a hand and grabbed Wei Yuan's half-black and half-white hair. Wei Yuan grabbed the monkey's white hair with his backhand and pulled the monkey's cheek to the side, stretching his face out, revealing the Water God's tiger teeth. Even his right golden eye was pulled into a danfeng eye.

"Potter, you are taunting..."

"I'm just taunting you, what, you don't like it!"

Wu Zhiqi was furious. He had just been rescued from the Great Wilderness, and he felt an inexplicable fire rising up. He fought with his fists and feet in the air. At this moment, accompanied by the gathering of heaven and earth's vitality, a water-type monster suddenly appeared in a water vein on the ground, raising its head and roaring, its baleful aura terrifying.

"Vast heaven and earth, for a long time..."

The water-type monster's voice stopped abruptly. It raised its head and looked at the two white-haired figures fighting each other.

??!

The white-haired figures fighting each other in the sky lowered their heads and looked at it.

The water monster was silent, then stiffly said, "Sorry, I disturbed you."

"You two continue."

"I'm just coming out for some air."

"Coming out for air, do you think you're a mammal?!"

"A freshwater fish in the water, pretending to be an overseas blue whale?"

Wu Zhiqi sneered, and with a backhand pull, the water staff directly smashed down from the air, becoming larger and larger in the air, until it was like a mountain, and it smashed down with a bang, directly smashing the water monster that had just emerged back into the lake, and then said, "Where are the water god and land deity of this place?!"

"Here, here, here, ah, my Lord Huai River God, the houses below my place have just been built, this is the third time this month, can you not be so violent? If this continues, the construction team won't be willing to come."

A water god emerged from the water area, his face full of complaints and a wry smile.

Then, he cupped his hands towards the several people in the sky.

Wu Zhiqi conveniently put away his weapon.

The water god jumped into the water to fish and deal with the monster just now.

Wei Yuan's expression was dazed and dumbfounded. His gaze swept across this scene. It was obviously a very strange thing, but although the people on both sides had excitement on their faces, they seemed to have slowly become familiar with it. Especially an old man by the river bank who was fishing, who was splashed with water on his face, directly wiped the water off his face and said excitedly:

"I saw the river god today, it's impossible to get nothing!"

"A good omen!"

"Huh? What did you say, what if you get nothing?"

"Nonsense, isn't there still the water splashed by the water god?"

The main thing was that there were actually more buildings on both sides, with the words "某某 River Water God Treatment Center" written on them.

The plaques were very new, obviously newly built. The water god crawled out of the water for a while, holding a fat carp in his right hand, and then walked into the house, slapped open a laptop, typed噼里啪啦, and said with a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette in his mouth:

"Where are you from?"

"What year did you become a demon?"

"Have you eaten blood food? Go to the Longhu Mountain's stationed river physical examination center later for a soul physical examination."

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

I've only been away from the human world for a little over a month, what's going on...

"It started to be promoted before you left the human world. After the time was ripe, it was directly implemented in one go." Wu Zhiqi put away his staff and said, "Probably all the river gods and the like have been incorporated into the civil servant system, and they have been given official positions. Those who are willing to do it are responsible, and those who are not willing to do it go into seclusion."

"The annual sacrifices are enough, just for the Zhuyou branch's cultivators to practice."

"That old Taoist plans to let these water gods be the final exam teachers for the Zhuyou branch students."

"There is a corresponding salary every month, but now there is another ruckus."

The water monkey said indifferently, "Probably these guys are asking to retire at fifty and then receive a pension without working. The old Taoists of Longhu Mountain and these water gods are arguing every day, and it's hard to tell who is right and who is wrong."

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched as he looked at the water monster who was honestly planning to have his identity verified.

His expression sank slightly, and he said, "...The monsters in the water area are rampant and gradually awakening."

"Gonggong's power is further recovering?"

Wu Zhiqi nodded slowly.

"I won't help either of you in this matter..."

Wei Yuan nodded, rubbed his head of black and white hair, shook his head, and said, "Let's go home first, no matter what, let's go home first..."

……………………

Wei Yuan returned to the museum. The food had already been prepared. The hot pot had been prepared long ago. When he pushed the door open, the young strategist was waiting with a smile, and said, "Liang calculated that you would be back at this time, it's about the same."

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Until the water ghost let it slip that A-Liang had prepared the food early and had been using magic to keep it fresh. It wasn't any kind of foreknowledge at all. In the end, the strategist was dragged to the small dark room for friendly and warm exchanges.

Wei Yuan ate a hot pot at the museum.

Yuanjue's vegetarian dishes also had a unique flavor. The water ghost specially made happy water, chilled to the best temperature to drink. Taking a sip, the days of fighting and feeling apprehensive seemed to be dispelled in that bubbly feeling. His muscles and bones were lazy, and he took a hot bath.

He slept until the next day.

He sent a message to the old Taoist.

"Daoist Zhang, are you free recently?"

"I have some things I need to discuss with you..."

Such as the disappearance of Nuwa, such as the doubts about Fuxi's authenticity.

Such as the revival of Buzhou Mountain God...

Such as the strength of the Golden Crow.

The old Taoist quickly replied, very cautious, showing a very rich experience:

"How many people..."

Old Heavenly Master had learned his lesson and understood this kid's routine.

Wei Yuan replied, "Just me, at most Jue."

On Longhu Mountain, the old Taoist and Zhao Gongming both breathed a sigh of relief. The two unfortunate brothers looked at each other and saw the relief in each other's eyes.

Well, it's just that guy alone.

Nothing, nothing.

This time, he didn't bring back any terrible monster.

That's fine.

It seems that he's just coming over for a visit, as usual, that's good.

So the old Taoist replied cheerfully, "Then come."

Wei Yuan put the phone aside, pondered for a while, formed a hand seal, and whispered in his heart:

"Zhu Jiuyin..."

"Yes, I'm here."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his lucid dreams had returned after he returned to the human world, or rather, Zhu Jiuyin and the others had returned. Immediately, he closed his eyes slightly, and his true spirit took Dayi's soul to his lucid dream.

When they appeared in the lucid dream, Shennong's expression changed slightly, and he and Xing Tian stepped forward to support the weak Dayi.

Zhu Jiuyin frowned, looked at Dayi, thoughtfully, and said in a cold tone:

"The battle soul has transformed into a true spirit, it seems that you have experienced a lot... What did you encounter..."

He looked at Wei Yuan and saw that Wei Yuan's soul was already white-haired. He frowned slightly, and Wei Yuan sighed:

"This...it's a long story."

"Then make it short."

Zhu Jiuyin's tone was still cold and ordinary. His gray robe had wide sleeves, revealing his fair and slender hands with clear knuckles. He picked up a teacup, and Wei Yuan needed to use his brain to pour tea, quite 'bootlicking'. Zhu Jiuyin quite enjoyed this kind of treatment. He raised his eyes and saw Wei Yuan, and was about to ask.

Suddenly, a mark on Wei Yuan's brow lit up.

?!!

Zhu Jiuyin's pupils contracted.

This seal flew directly into Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, and a smiling, playful female voice rang in his heart:

"Another me, this is a gift..."

A gift?

Zhu Jiuyin's expression was slightly condensed.

Then the sound disappeared, and scenes appeared before his eyes—

The 'self' in a green shirt smiled, and the chef crossed his hands with a knife and shovel, his face full of vigilance and bewilderment.

Then, the 'self' in a green shirt, with his black hair scattered, smiled, put his hands behind his back, leaned forward and approached, smiling.

He even stretched out his finger to lift the chef's chin:

"So, from his death onwards, until the world returns to silence, time loses its meaning, and all things in heaven and earth return to paleness, he will completely belong to this seat, belong to Zhu Jiuyin..."

"The years are long, death is eternally silent, everything is destined to be here, this seat should naturally wait quietly, without being in a hurry."

"So, please escape as much as you want, but no matter what, death will catch up with you."

"This seat's chef."

Zhu Jiuyin: "............"

Crack crack...

The cup in the hand of the dragon of Zhuzhao Jiuyou, who has always been calm and resourceful, slowly cracked.

Turned into powder.

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