Chapter 156 Something like that

There's a thing like this.

You don't want it to come, but it always does.

And the more you don't want it to happen, the more likely it is to happen.

What is it?

Is it fate?

No…

It's Wei Yuan.

The old Daoist priest, peering through the window glass, saw Curator Wei miraculously escape his wheelchair and make a dashing entrance. He instinctively sensed something was amiss. He hesitated for a long while, but reason prevailed—

No, something's not right.

That kid's definitely trying to trick me.

Nothing's ever that good.

I'll tell those little Daoist priests later that I'm not here.

He peeked through the window crack, seeing Wei Yuan ask around, but the Daoists all shook their heads, saying they didn't know where the old Heavenly Master was. Then, Wei Yuan seemed regretful, slowly taking out a bottle of wine from his sleeve, slightly opening the cork. A wine fragrance mixed with the rich aroma of spiritual fruits permeated the air.

"What a pity, this good wine of mine can only be enjoyed by myself."

*Whirr…*

The old Heavenly Master opened the door with one hand, making a dashing entrance: "Hahaha, isn't this Curator Wei?"

Wei Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Old Heavenly Master, I thought you weren't here."

"Ahahaha, what are you saying?"

"We are the closest of friends, brothers-in-arms. You come here, how could I not entertain you?"

Zhang Ruosu's face was full of cheerfulness.

He invited Wei Yuan inside.

Meanwhile, Zhu Jiuyin concealed his presence, slowly walking up the mountain with the bewildered, memory-lost Nuba from the foot of the mountain. Wei Yuan poured a cup of wine for Zhang Ruosu. Wei Yuan wasn't lying about the wine. He got it from Bai Ze when he was in the Great Wilderness.

As for whether it was good wine…

Bai Ze and Du Kang worked together under Xuanyuan.

And that guy knew everything about the world.

The wine he brewed was probably not much worse than Du Kang's.

The old Daoist priest savored the aroma with satisfaction, then cautiously took a sip, a look of contentment appearing on his face. He couldn't help but sigh: "Since ancient times, sages and wise men have all been lonely, only drinkers leave their names behind, haha, good wine, good wine."

"The old Daoist was just thinking if there was any trouble again this time."

"Haha, now there's such good wine."

"Even if there's a big pit in front of me, I can jump into it."

"Oh? Is that true?"

The old Daoist's laughter stopped abruptly.

"…Is there really a pit?"

Wei Yuan smiled slyly like a fox, saying:

"Well…"

"Guess?"

Zhang Ruosu opened his mouth, but Wei Yuan suddenly acted, throwing the entire pot of wine down. The old Daoist knew in his heart that there was definitely a trick. With his old man's cultivation, with his temperament, with his rich experience…

The old Daoist instinctively pounced towards the wine.

When facing wine…

Experience and such…

Were useless.

Wei Yuan waved his hand, and a golden light flew out from his sleeve, directly tying the old Daoist up tightly. It was the same immortal-binding rope that the old Daoist used to tie up Wei Yuan to send to the Daughter Kingdom, the treasure of a certain blessed land in China, the prototype of the Immortal Binding Rope in the novel Investiture of the Gods.

Wei Yuan grinned, tying the rope even tighter.

The old Daoist opened his mouth, drinking like the sun and moon, directly finishing the pot of wine in one gulp.

Then he said helplessly: "So, the anger is gone, the fuss is over."

"Curator Wei, what exactly is the matter?"

"A great thing."

Wei Yuan smiled and tied the immortal-binding rope even tighter, sighing: "I didn't expect that Daoist Zhang, you deliberately let me trap you to vent my anger. As expected of the old Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, with a broad mind, worthy of admiration."

"Well, after all, what happened before was wrong of the old Daoist."

Zhang Ruosu sighed and said:

"Besides, you and I are friends after all, you wouldn't harm me."

Then, he saw a look of hesitation on the face of a certain museum curator in front of him.

??!

The old Daoist's face stiffened: "I said… Curator Wei, you wouldn't really harm me, would you?"

"No."

Wei Yuan pondered for a moment, then said: "Well, Daoist Zhang."

"Zhengyi doesn't seem to prohibit marriage, right?" (Zhengyi is a major Daoist school)

"Have you ever considered finding a Daoist partner?"

"If you haven't considered it before, can you consider it now?"

"??!!!"

The old Daoist suddenly raised his head and struggled violently, shouting:

"No, no… who came up the mountain?"

"Curator Wei, how can you do this?"

"She, she, she, she ran directly from the Nordic fairyland?!"

Wei Yuan was stunned: "From the Nordic fairyland, who is it?!"

"Wait, Nordic… Valkyrie?!"

"Don't tell me you even went to the Nordic God Era's Valhalla martial arts competition back then? You, you, you…"

"Um… it's not her, is it the Lady of the Lake?"

"Neither."

"This… ancient India?"

"Not really…"

Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Ruosu, whose scalp was numb, with a blank expression.

The museum curator's compassion had run out.

You are finished.

He took out a tape recorder with his backhand.

Silently put it in his pocket.

Wei Yuan patted Zhang Ruosu on the shoulder. When this old Daoist was young, he was free and easy. With a sword in his hand, he dared to make all things in the world repeat themselves. He was not bound by love, which conformed to the Daoist idea that all things have feelings, but also are detached. He was the most affectionate and the most detached.

Loving all beings, loving heaven and earth, but never cherishing one person.

The highest level is to forget emotions, the lowest level is to be devoid of emotions, but the focus of emotions is in our generation.

Perhaps this is why he has unparalleled Daoist cultivation.

But now, the retribution has come.

Zhang Ruosu opened his mouth and smiled bitterly, saying: "...Well, I did cause some trouble when I was young, but I can swear that I have never let anyone down. It's just that the grievances have been settled, and I'm not young anymore, I really don't have the energy to get involved in these things anymore."

"Curator Wei, tell me, who is it?"

Wei Yuan pondered and said: "Probably, your Daoist partner in your previous life?"

"Well, with a noble status and extraordinary strength."

"And deeply in love, with a strong personality, and your childhood sweetheart, and your previous life was a carefree one."

"Many women liked you, so she was very angry."

"In the end, she was displaced because of you."

"Unable to return home, unable to reunite with her family."

"Even being plotted against and losing all her cultivation…"

Zhang Ruosu's expression went from thinking you were joking, to slowly becoming dull, and finally his eyes twitched wildly.

Zhang Ruosu was at a loss: "...Are you sure?"

Wei Yuan nodded: "I can't say for sure, but it's very likely."

"Whether it is or not, you will know when you meet."

The Heavenly Master breathed out, smiled bitterly and resigned himself to his fate, and suddenly said: "Is it the one outside the door?"

"Huh? Already here?"

Wei Yuan turned his head to look.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of glass shattering behind him.

He felt bad.

Turning his head, he saw the old Daoist jump up and run away through the window. The little Daoists outside were sweeping, and when they raised their heads, they were about to shout not to litter, because sweeping every day was so difficult, but they saw their old Heavenly Master being tied up like a rice dumpling jumping down from the high building.

Landing on the ground, he shook his sleeves, nodded gently: "Thank you for your trouble."

Then he ran away directly.

The little Daoist was stunned.

He also saw the museum curator who dared to make Taotie submit with a sword in his hand, following closely behind.

He jumped down directly from the third floor.

With a thud, he landed.

He was exasperated and chased after him.

"Old Daoist Zhang."

"Stop right there!"

"Stop? Do you think I'm stupid..."

Zhang Ruosu gritted his teeth.

The muddled accounts of his youth were already giving him a headache.

Good heavens,

You come here and just double it?

What is collected in your museum?

The old Daoist's foot strength was extraordinary, and Wei Yuan's speed was also extremely fast. One chased and the other fled.

They ran straight to the front door, but they happened to see the gray-robed and ancient Zhu Jiuyin, and the girl with black hair and flames between her eyebrows. Zhu Jiuyin's aura was deep and Zhang Ruosu stopped subconsciously. The black-haired girl who was picking up a fallen leaf slightly raised her eyes and saw the white-haired old man.

She saw Wei Yuan behind Zhang Ruosu.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment.

Wei Yuan held his breath, took two steps back, and stretched out his hand to let the immortal-binding rope return.

Nuba looked at the white-haired old man who still had the unrestrained spirit of his youth.

She looked surprised and looked at Wei Yuan, who looked a little familiar, and said blankly:

"...Who is this?"

Wei Yuan: "??!!"

Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyebrows.

……………………

Although it was already the middle of winter, Longhu Mountain was not cold at all, which made Feng Siyu, who was temporarily staying in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, very dissatisfied, because she had no way to try the traditional candied haws frozen on the windowsill, but fortunately, the logistics are now very fast, and various specialties can be quickly circulated.

When the temperature drops a little in winter, she nestles in the house, moves the small table to the bed, and fills the table with dried melon seeds, winter oranges, pears, persimmon cakes, peanuts, and hawthorn apples. Feng Siyu watches the leaves outside sway and fall, and the clouds in the sky are high and far away, and she can stay lazy all day long.

Autumn harvest and winter storage.

Winter is the season to gain weight.

Of course,

As a loyal and faithful believer of Lord Vulcan, Feng Siyu doesn't care about this at all.

No matter how much sugar, or how much fat.

Lord Vulcan will also fully accept it for His believers.

Feng Siyu lay lazily on the table, her round goose-egg face贴贴 against the table. The whole person was soft and cotton-like, as if she was about to melt. In front of her, a little Daoist priest, A Xuan, was holding a Daoist scripture in one hand and a cattail fan in the other, slowly cooking a bowl of winter pear soup.

Reed root, loquat, lily, white fungus, red dates.

The dried loquat was dried by himself, and the white fungus had already been soaked.

There were also pears that looked ugly and were picked up by the little Daoist priest.

The little Daoist priest turned over the Daoist scripture in his hand, wiped the charcoal ash on his face and said:

"Girl Feng."

"Do you want rock sugar or brown sugar?"

Feng Siyu was using her fingers to pull the walnuts and melon seeds, arranging troops, and letting General Walnut and the melon seed army fight. Hearing this, she said seriously: "I want all of them!"

"Eh? But eating so much sugar..."

"It's okay, I won't get fat!"

Wei Yuan saw the harmonious appearance of these two little guys from the window.

He turned his head stiffly.

On Longhu Mountain, it is currently speculated that the old Daoist priest is most likely the reincarnation of Gengchen.

But Nuba has no feelings for him, so he has to look at A Xuan.

Wei Yuan looked at the smiling appearance in the house.

He was silent in his heart.

Gengchen is the old Daoist priest. Needless to say, his whole life is a muddled mess.

The Nordic goddess Valkyrie, the Western European Lady of the Lake, the ancient Indian God Era's tomb keeper.

Okay, a shura field of shura fields, let's start over.

Gengchen is little A Xuan. Looking at the house, there is a childhood sweetheart, and a innocent and carefree atmosphere.

How warm?

But what would this scene be like in the eyes of the original childhood sweetheart, Nuba?

Is it pure love or NTR? (Netori, a Japanese term for cheating)

The battle between the Vulcan Zhurong and the Drought God Nuba?

Let's start over.

Finally, Gengchen is the water ghost.

Well, without Nuba taking action, Wei Yuan estimates that Gengchen would directly commit suicide and delete his account to start over.

Wei Yuan looked at Nuba. Nuba just curiously looked at the handsome young man with the same flame mark between his eyebrows, and didn't say much. Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then had a headache... It's not Zhang Ruosu, nor A Xuan, could it really be the water ghost?

Based on the reincarnation agreement back then, Gengchen's reincarnation would inevitably have a huge connection with Wei Yuan.

He couldn't think of who else it could be for a while.

Zhu Jiuyin thoughtfully said: "None of them?"

"Are we going back to the museum now?"

Just as Wei Yuan was about to nod, Nuba smiled and said:

"Huh? Can't we stay here a little longer?"

When she smiled, there was a bright light in her eyes:

"I think there is a very familiar aura on this mountain."

"Very warm, very nostalgic."

Wei Yuan was stunned and suddenly realized a key problem. If the current Nuba and Gengchen are both in a state of true spirit dormancy, that is to say, they have not been able to remember the past, it can be compared to the first meeting between Wei Yuan and Jue. Wei Yuan doesn't remember Jue, and Jue didn't recognize him either. They met but didn't know each other.

Then, are the current Gengchen and Nuba also like this...

The Heavenly Maiden's instinctive perception ability is a very magical existence.

It's like being able to naturally find fate and karma.

She wants to stay on Longhu Mountain.

In other words, Gengchen's reincarnation is either the old Daoist priest or little A Xuan.

Now the choice is placed in front of Gengchen—

Is it an unprecedented divine shura field, or a double taboo childhood sweetheart?

Or start over.

Please choose.

Wei Yuan took a breath of cold air and suddenly understood how evil the fate between Nuba and Gengchen was, so evil that even Bai Ze, who was talkative, had a look on his face that he couldn't say anything about. Is this kind of evil fate still this style even after reincarnation?

Think of a way, how to deal with it...

Did Xuanyuan and Bai Ze also consider this question back then...

Fortunately, Jue and I are not like this.

Wei Yuan had a headache and was a little relieved in his heart.

The same in every life.

Zhu Jiuyin said lightly: "In that case, let her stay on Longhu Mountain for a while."

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden is attached to her sea of consciousness, which can guarantee her safety and avoid bad situations.

The gray-robed Celestial God looked at Wei Yuan, who was frowning and thinking hard about how to solve the troubles in front of him. The latter didn't know that his troubles were coming too. He was still having a headache about the current situation. Zhu Jiuyin swept his sleeves slightly and said indifferently:

"I remember, your battle with Taotie is only two days away?"

"The last member of the Four Fiends to fight."

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