Wei Yuan arrived at the old street in front of A Zhao's place but didn't enter. He simply waited quietly.

When the girl came out, she asked with a smile, "Ah, Curator Wei, you're here. Why didn't you come in and sit for a while? Would you like a cup of tea to warm up before you go?"

The white-haired swordsman's voice was calm and gentle, but with a hint of alienation:

"No need to trouble you."

"......I see. Very well then."

A Zhao closed the door, dressed in ordinary clothes, and said, "Well then, there are a few places I really want to see. I'll have to trouble Curator Wei to protect me along the way. As for me, this weak woman, Curator Wei, you must protect me well."

'Brother Chen, when I become the ruler of the world one day, will you still be good to me?'

Wei Yuan seemed to see the young child from back then.

His eyes were indifferent as he deeply looked at the past that seemed to exist and not exist behind the girl, and said calmly.

"Let's go."

A Zhao said that she had places she wanted to go and asked Wei Yuan to accompany her. Although the girl said she was a person from the past who had been revived, her own strength was actually very ordinary. The strength of past heroes varied. For example, Lord Wu'an, if he had enough troops, could still unleash extremely strong combat power.

As for Overlord Xiang Yu, the number one single-soldier nuclear warhead at the end of the Age of Gods, his strength would only be stronger upon revival.

And A Liang's own strength was only enough to barely protect himself in the battles of the gods.

Facing those guys who could carry mountains at any moment, he was really not enough. So now, A Liang is basically guaranteed to have three Xishan Realm Mountain Gods and Water Gods by his side at the same time. The Master of Chongwu Mountain, the Mountain God of Taiqi Mountain, and the Mountain God of Qianlai Mountain are basically inseparable from him. Even if they leave, other Mountain Gods will fill in.

This is the brain, after all.

Must protect him!

And the Mountain God of Taiqi Mountain and the Mountain God of Qianlai Mountain are among the top-tier Mountain and Water Gods.

They can't compare to those legendary heroes, but in the Xishan Realm, they are also contemporary powerhouses.

In the human realm of this era, unless it was a god like Shi Yi, or someone like Zhutian acting shamelessly and launching a surprise attack, otherwise, there would hardly be any problems. Even the Four Fiends, if they were not in their own garrison and didn't have a mythological concept, would never want to kill Marquis Wu under the Mountain God's Three Talents Formation.

Mountain Gods have always been good at defense.

In addition, Monk Yuánjué researched history.

He discovered that Marquis Wu was extremely picky about food and didn't like to eat when he was thinking about things.

After applying to Curator Wei.

He forced Marquis Wu to eat a fixed amount of food every day.

Only Master Yuánjué, who was single-minded and wouldn't let Marquis Wu leave until he had finished eating, could be immune to Marquis Wu's schemes. A single-minded person is the nemesis of those who strategize.

The girl, A Zhao, had ordinary footwork. Wei Yuan carried her with the wind, and after asking for directions.

In the sky, the girl, whose face had changed from the past, stretched out her hand, wanting to pull on the sleeve of the person in front of her. Her fingers curled slightly, but in the end, she put them back down, lowered her head, and looked at the human world at this moment. She had never seen the human world from the sky before, and she watched quietly.

The first place was Chang'an City, the Chang'an City of the past, which had long become a modern city.

The Tang Dynasty roads of more than a thousand years ago had almost all disappeared. Even if an old friend came again, they would not be able to find a trace of them. The noble mansion where he once met the little girl had been burned down in the Huang Chao Rebellion. After years of passing, it was now just a park.

Wei Yuan stood still, seeing the grass in the park gradually turning green, with children playing and running with their pets. There was also a pond with the stalks of autumn lotuses remaining, turned black and withered. The white-haired swordsman also felt a little lost in his heart. Even that old tree was gone.

A Zhao looked at the place where she had been when she was young, watching the children playing.

For some reason, she seemed much gentler at this moment, and said, "The swallows before the halls of the old Wang and Xie families, fly into the homes of ordinary people... Isn't that how it goes?"

"What did you remember?" Wei Yuan said.

"It seems that I used to play here, but nothing else."

She had clearly remembered, but if she lied, no one would be able to see through it.

Wei Yuan nodded and took her to the Da Ci'en Temple. She seemed very devout to Buddhism, bowing and worshiping sincerely. During the reign of Empress Wu, she was extremely respectful and worshipful of Buddhism, as if she was trying to make up for some mistake. Wei Yuan carried his right hand behind his back, his white hair reaching his waist and falling on his wrist.

When the wind blew, Wei Yuan closed his eyes, as if he had returned to the snowy night when Xuanzang passed away.

Only then, he was guarding Xuanzang's spirit and kneeling here, the empress of that year stood behind him and asked him to raise his head, but today it was a completely different position.

After finishing the Buddhist ceremony, they walked through the alleys of Chang'an and went to the Ziwei Palace during the Wu Zhou Dynasty. The Ziwei Palace was located in Luoyang and was originally built by the Sui Dynasty. Now it has become a tourist attraction open to the public. The girl, A Zhao, walked at a steady pace, like an ordinary tourist walking in what was once her center of power.

The sky was very blue, and there were not many tourists coming and going, but it could not be said to be few.

Although the Gonggong disaster was imminent, this kind of disaster was not widely publicized, because it would not help, but would lead to some chaos. The swordsman, who was calmly preparing for the battle with Gonggong, stood quietly beside the white marble railing, looking at the peaceful scene before him.

In the souvenir shop of the Ziwei Palace, there were various jade products on display, which were new cultural creations. Wei Yuan noticed a crescent-shaped jade pendant. A Zhao pointed to the jade pendant and said, "This jade pendant looks a bit familiar."

Wei Yuan nodded slowly.

The shop owner, who was also a part-time tour guide at the Ziwei Palace, said with a smile, "This one? Good eye! It is said that this thing was the favorite jade ornament of Empress Wu Zetian. Even after the Shenlong Coup, she would often hold it in her hand and play with it. It was discovered in ancient books and later became a special cultural creation of our Ziwei Palace."

Wei Yuan looked at this jade pendant. He had to say that modern restoration technology surpassed that of ancient times.

This kind of thing was certainly not hand-carved. Although it was mass-produced, the details perfectly matched his memory, matched the past. Before he went west with Xuanzang, the girl took it off and gave it to him, wishing him peace and worry-free on his journey, the crescent jade pendant.

"Please get me one."

Wei Yuan spoke slowly, and the staff member took a new one for Wei Yuan with a happy mood and a smile.

Wei Yuan pushed the crescent-shaped jade pendant towards the girl.

A Zhao looked surprised, and then accepted it with a smile, skillfully tying the jade pendant around her waist. The attendant in the cultural and creative hall couldn't help but praise, "It really suits you! I've seen many people here, even celebrities, but no one is more suitable for this jade pendant than you, guest."

This was not a lie. There might be someone more beautiful than the girl in front of him.

But there had never been a woman like her with such a dignified and graceful aura.

The staff member wanted to take a picture but was a little embarrassed. Finally, when Wei Yuan was leaving, he randomly drew a prize. He originally just drew casually, but the tall staff member's face froze, and she looked at it several times. She raised her head and said, "Um, well, congratulations, guest."

"You have won the first prize..."

"It's 5,000 yuan in cash. Um, please come here to confirm."

Wei Yuan: "Um..."

"Um?!"

He subconsciously raised his head and saw the equally incredulous staff member. After exchanging the prize with the service staff over there and walking out, Curator Wei, who had only won a consolation prize in elementary school in his entire life, was still a little unbelievable. He bought something and actually made money. So it turns out...

Zhao Gongming's blessing is really useful.

Next time, I'll have him say a few more good words... Yes, a few more good words.

Um, this is not because he is too poor and hopes that the God of Wealth will bring him good luck. It is actually because...

Yes, because my vast Divine Land does not support idle gods.

Curator Wei subconsciously found a reason for himself in his heart.

Then he restrained his mood and walked forward.

………………

The girl, A Zhao, seemed very happy to get this jade pendant. She carried her hands behind her back, walked forward step by step, and finally walked to the front of the main hall. She turned her head to look outside, smiling slightly:

"Back then, that Emperor Zetian looked down on the world from here."

"As the years change, even if the person has passed away, this place is still the same as it was back then. Although it has experienced wind and frost, it is still overlooking this world as if Emperor Zetian was still here."

"You're wrong."

The white-haired ranger stood next to her and replied calmly, "This is no longer the Ziwei Palace of that year."

"During the Song and Yuan Dynasties, it was burned by the Jin soldiers. Historical records state that they burned all of Xijing and left."

"So, everything from back then is gone. Every brick, every tile, every blade of grass, every tree here has only been restored by later generations according to the remaining drawings. That era has ultimately passed."

He turned sideways, looked at the girl who suddenly seemed to have suffered some kind of impact, stretched out his palm, and a withered leaf that had experienced the cold winter fell into his palm. His white ponytail swayed slightly, and the white hair at his temples fell down: "Nothing is eternally unchanged."

"The emperor's achievements, the palaces they built, the era and ambition of overlooking the world will gradually disappear. Even gods will gradually be worn down by the years and become ruthless. The legends of the past will also be buried over time."

"If I had to say, only culture and will, these things, can resonate with people of the next millennium through writing."

"It's gone..."

After a long time, the girl, A Zhao, came back to her senses, blinked her eyes, looked at Wei Yuan next to her, and said:

"I seem to have remembered something."

She smiled and said, "I seem to have lived here before, it seems I stood very high, and then, I seem to have seen that Emperor Zetian, and I know that she seemed to have some old affair with a white-haired swordsman, but in the end, it seems that both sides broke up unhappily."

Wei Yuan replied, "I've heard that story too."

"But it wasn't an unhappy breakup."

"But rather a falling out, never to see each other again. If it weren't for the unwillingness to cause suffering to the people, and because they had grudges against each other, it might have become an endless battle."

"......What a pity. It was originally a childhood romance. I think it developed to the point where it was really, the world is unpredictable." The girl, A Zhao, muttered softly.

"It's not exactly that the world is unpredictable."

The white-haired ranger replied, "Because for that ranger, the world is like a dream. In that era, there were only six people he truly cared about, and that empress personally took away three of them."

"The first was the ranger's niece, who had just been born."

"The second was the monk who, after his death, longed to return to his homeland."

A Zhao said, "...What about the third?"

"The third..." The ranger's voice paused, his voice low and calm:

"Was herself."

Turning around, he said, "I'll wait for you at the Ziwei Palace. I don't like this place."

The sound of footsteps faded away.

The A Zhao behind him looked at this world, her shoulders thin, lonely and silent, yet lonely and stubborn.

After a long time, Wei Yuan, who was waiting outside, saw A Zhao walking out with a normal expression. Wei Yuan said, "Didn't you remember? If you didn't remember, there are other places you can go and see..."

"No need."

A Zhao held the jade pendant in her hand and said with a smile, "I can only vaguely see that my past doesn't seem to be a very beautiful thing. Being able to remember one or two fragments and get a jade pendant is enough for my heart. I won't recall the past. A Zhao is just A Zhao of the old street."

"Although that is the case."

She smiled and said, "I will return the Nuwa soil to you."

Wei Yuan nodded, relieved.

But he didn't notice that the word she used was "return."

His footsteps faltered slightly, he raised his head and subconsciously turned around, but he couldn't see anything. He frowned, turned his head back, and said:

"Then, let's go back."

"Okay."

And on a tall building far away from here, the tall god Zhutian looked at the scene of Wu Zhao and Wei Yuan walking side by side again, the corner of his mouth slightly raised:

"I've found you..."

"Even a useless move has value."

ps: Today's second update...

Regarding the jade pendant, it is in the fourth paragraph of chapter 453.