When you muster the courage to express your feelings to the girl you admire.

Only to realize, after speaking, that her whole family is right there.

How would you react?

When you confess, only to find the girl's family reaching for their weapons.

A burly uncle-type character, picking up a pure steel hammer with a kind smile.

How would you defend yourself?

Wei Yuan's lips twitched. He felt the gazes of the Kunlun gods, the feeling of watching their thousands-of-years-old "little cabbage" being snatched away welling up in the mountain gods' hearts. Wei Yuan was silent for a long time, then stiffly, slowly, raised his head and looked at the water ghost: "You brought them?"

"I brought them."

The water ghost was puzzled. "Boss, are you not happy?"

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

Facing the Kunlun gods, Wei Yuan took a deep breath.

His lips twitched.

He said, one word at a time:

"I'm very happy."

Extremely happy.

The water ghost pondered.

He asked:

"Then why aren't you smiling?"

....................

Time rewinded to about an hour earlier.

When the water ghost arrived at the old street with the Kunlun mountain gods "small detachment."

Nothing much happened.

But when he pushed open the door and strode cheerfully into the museum, the mountain gods behind him saw the girl quietly reading a book inside, saw her aloof and refined eyes, and Jue also sensed their presence, instinctively looking up.

In that instant.

The imposing manner of the mountain gods, whose sleeves were full of magical treasures, deflated at once.

"Is... is that you?"

An incredulous expression appeared on the face of the old mountain master of Chongwu Mountain.

After coming to the human world, the water ghost had personally taken care of the mountain gods' clothes.

Don't forget, the water ghost had worked odd jobs before.

And was registered in the Tushan Department, codenamed Happy Water.

A little savings was no problem. The old mountain master, dressed in modern clothes, his hair neatly combed, and wearing a pair of round, flat glasses to add a touch of refinement, the highly respected old mountain master of the entire Western Mountain Realm never imagined that he would be able to see the youngest celestial maiden of Kunlun Mountain.

After a brief chat, a look of emotion appeared on his face.

"Ah, so you were in the human world."

"That's wonderful."

"I never thought that after so long, I would be able to see you again, it's really..."

The mountain gods, who had been quite eager to "take a stroll in the human world and then go to Kunlun Mountain to deal with that bastard," suddenly became peaceful. The water ghost brought out his Happy Water, and the great monk also prepared tea, making the atmosphere even more harmonious. No matter what, Jue was a celestial maiden of Kunlun Mountain, with an extremely high status.

Most mountain gods and water gods belonging to the Kunlun divine system would maintain sufficient respect and affection.

Towards the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, the Kunlun God of War, they were powerful and cold.

The gods only had respect.

Towards the celestial maiden Ba, two sides of the same coin, drought fiend appeared, the land was scorched for a thousand miles.

This was far beyond what those fierce beasts who caused great droughts could compare to.

Scorched earth for a thousand miles, how could ordinary droughts be so fierce?

Do you know what a scorched earth is?

Have you seen a volcano crater?

How about turning a thousand-mile radius directly into a volcanic region?

Have you seen charcoal-grilled mountain gods and water gods?

The gods were faintly afraid.

Towards the young Jue back then, there was more care and consideration. Especially when Jue was left on Kunlun Mountain, although he couldn't visit often, the old mountain master would still bring her many small things, such as flowers, such as some pottery tools, and the god Lu Wu had already tacitly approved.

Now that he actually saw the girl in the human world, he was simply overjoyed.

So they sat down in the museum to chat.

Just as the old mountain master was asking how the girl was doing here, if she was not used to it, and so on, the atmosphere was harmonious and peaceful, someone directly kicked open the door and walked in, and then appeared with flowers in hand, dashing, no, silly, and said:

"Jue, I'm back."

"I brought you some flowers, I hope you like them."

"Um, do you want to have dinner together today? I have something I want to say to you..."

Dead silence.

The old mountain master recognized the potter, and his lips twitched.

As for the other mountain gods, they didn't recognize this bastard.

Or rather, what did it matter if they recognized him?

The mountain gods were raring to go, their aura fierce. Wei Yuan, holding the flowers, twitched his lips. He couldn't advance, he couldn't retreat. The old mountain master simply pretended to ignore Wei Yuan's SOS signal, took off his glasses and wiped them, even breathed on them, and said, "Jue, Your Majesty, who is this person?"

Then he put on his glasses, wearing an old-fashioned, thick long shirt.

His hands were clasped together, his elbows resting on the table, his palms against his chin.

Behind him were the most capable mountain gods and water gods in the entire Western Mountain Realm.

It was like those big boss godfathers who were kind and benevolent on the surface, but had blood on their hands behind the scenes.

Regardless of who he was, they would beat him up first.

Why was this stinky brat still here?

The mountain gods and water gods grinned and made a show of drawing their weapons.

The water god Changcheng pondered for a moment, looked at the weapon he had made by wrapping water plants around a piece of wood, and decided to drink his Happy Water in one gulp, holding the slender Happy Water bottle neck, sitting among a pile of mountain gods with a lack of deterrence, indicating that he was also participating in the battle.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

Wei Yuan felt that he had to retreat first.

The girl coughed softly, her face calm, stood up, and took the flowers.

Then she looked at the gods of the Kunlun lineage who had come to visit and said:

"Let me introduce you, this is Yuan."

"Probably..."

She tilted her head and looked at the young man next to her.

This was the first time she had seen him so flustered. He was once a slightly arrogant but unrestrained potter, a general of the Qin Dynasty, a thin Taoist who always frowned during the Three Kingdoms period, and also the confident and calm Crouching Tiger who had come with his sword. When he came, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the slanting sword was somewhat familiar.

When they met five thousand years ago, the memories of the mythical era that had already faded in her memory peeled away.

At the moment we met, would we have foreseen such a long reunion after so many years, in the present moment spanning countless romantic stories and epics, on streets with mottled shade and large old buildings, sparrows flying behind the wires intertwined in the air.

The old wooden furniture in the museum exudes a warm smell, you are sitting behind the translucent glass window reading a book, the afternoon winter sun falls on your hair and face, with a familiar smell.

Will I see you in every windy season, will I think of you every day when the sky is dyed blue?

She pulled Wei Yuan's arm and thought for a while, then said:

"Is my boyfriend."

......................

It was as if Jue had finally activated the authority of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, the God of War, and Nüba, the Drought Fiend. In an instant, a huge, stormy impact swept through the entire museum. The great monk Yuanjue's Buddhist beads were directly crushed. The water ghost and the painter exchanged glances and instantly took out their mobile phones.

Click.

The glasses worn by the Chongwu Mountain Lord, who had undergone an initial modern knowledge skill baptism, directly shattered into dense spiderweb patterns. The old man still maintained the majestic posture of crossing his fingers and holding his chin, but his glasses were shattered all over the ground. A brawny man next to him opened his mouth, and his dentures almost broke free from their master and flew out.

The words "Did you feed the celestial maiden some kind of love potion?" were almost written on their faces. Each and every powerful body almost burst the clothes on their bodies, revealing a mythological posture different from the human form. Huge stone fingers could almost poke through Wei Yuan's forehead.

They couldn't wait to crush Wei Yuan to death.

If they had experienced a period of human cultural baptism, they would probably ask the following questions.

Do you have a key? (Do you deserve her?)

Do you deserve her?

How many do you deserve?

The entire Kunlun Mountain was looking forward to her growing up, what the hell did you do?

Do you believe I'll kill you?

However, the quiet girl, wearing winter clothes, with even a picture of a colorful animal on her sweater, was quietly watching them. Chongwu Mountain Lord saw that in the warmth in the girl's eyes, there was still the aloofness and indifference of her nature. In the end, he couldn't say all the words he had in his stomach and sighed regretfully.

"I understand."

He smiled lightly and said warmly: "We will respect your wishes."

Then, looking at Wei Yuan, the repressed anger in the old mountain master's eyes turned into a cold storm in the mountains. When facing the girl, the mountain gods and water gods were like the warm sunshine of spring, the small streams in the mountains, the growing long grass, and even the furry puppies.

When he turned his head to look at Wei Yuan, it was almost a fierce gale, a violent sun, and waves that wanted to slap him to death on the beach, a Siberian Arctic icefield wolf, and a mutated one at that. Looking at them, he almost felt that these guys' eyes were red.

Old Mountain Lord Chongwu said: "But this stinky, this kid, we will consider..."

"Um."

"I'll take the flowers over there first, Yuan."

Wei Yuan stiffly raised his head.

He nodded with a smile on his face, polite and gentle.

His brain was crashing.

The celestial maiden held her breath and quickly transmitted her voice: "This title is only to help you resolve some troubles. Get on good terms with the old mountain master later..." These words brought Wei Yuan back to his senses and also gave him a somewhat lost feeling, while the girl, holding the flowers, walked through the old street with mottled shade, the blue sky high and empty.

She put the flowers away.

Then closed the door.

She walked to the bed and closed her eyes.

Three, two.

One.

She fell onto the bed with a *plop*, her face turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And in the museum, Wei Yuan was sitting here, with the elegant water ghost in his butler's uniform on one side, and the great monk Yuanjue on the other. The former was one thing, the latter had a Buddhist heart, great wisdom and foolishness, and looked at all living beings equally, while opposite him were the Kunlun gods led by the Chongwu Mountain Lord.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Wei Yuan felt that these guys were emitting black air all over their bodies.

Even the entire room was darkening and twisting.

Wei Yuan smiled and said:

"Long time no see, Old Mountain Lord. What are you here in the human world for this time?"

*He had* to get on good terms with them.

The museum owner muttered to himself.

The old mountain master exhaled a breath.

"To resolve the human world's Kunlun master."

Okay, there's no hope.

PS: Today's second update... 3,000 words.