Chapter 296 Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion

Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.

Zhang Ruosu stared intently at the screen. The swordsman in the picture instantly shook his blade, then shuttled through the battlefield like lightning, slaying enemies one after another, earning higher and higher ratings. The old Daoist was smug, his whiskers almost perked up.

Look, look!

Who said the old Daoist couldn't play games?

Who said my 'Invincible Lonely Dragon Tiger' account was trash?

Who else?!

Who else!!!

"Meow!"

With a dissatisfied meow, the black cat in front of the computer screen slapped the table. The old Daoist coughed and quickly put the cat food down. The black cat had a piece of dried meat dangling from its mouth, its eyes sweeping the game world as it wreaked havoc.

The old Daoist looked at the stats of his account, feeling pleased.

Even though this old Daoist isn't that good at playing…

But I have a cat!

No, it's not that I can't play; it's just that a low-end machine can't unleash the old Daoist's true strength.

Once Lei has raised the battle points, I can go back to playing on high-end machines.

Wonderful, wonderful.

The old Heavenly Master, known as the mudslide of high-end machines, watched the character on the screen slaughtering everyone. He thought of how he would be able to do the same later and was so pleased he couldn't close his mouth. Suddenly, the phone in his Daoist robe pocket rang with the ringtone he had set for special contacts.

The old man's laughter stopped abruptly.

This ringtone was the classic theme music from the Western movie *Final Destination*.

Final Destination – a message from Curator Wei.

To look, or not to look?

That is the question.

After hesitating for a long time, the old Daoist still opened his phone. Frankly, generally speaking, if Wei Yuan's messages were about nothing, then nothing would happen. But if there was something, reading it would bring bad luck. And what would happen if he didn't read it?

It would be even more unlucky.

"Are you there, Daoist Zhang |•'-'•)و✧."

"I have a great piece of good news to tell you."

Zhang Ruosu pondered, replying quickly without changing expression.

At the Zhenyao Museum, Wei Yuan's phone vibrated. He lowered his head to look.

"Ah, it's Curator Wei. Shixiong isn't here. This is A-Xuan."

Wei Yuan raised an eyebrow and replied:

"Oh, it's little A-Xuan."

"Why aren't you calling me Big Brother Wei anymore? So formal?"

"Does Big Brother Wei have something he needs?"

"It's nothing much. It's just that when we went to Sakura Island last time, didn't we snatch a pot of good wine from the gods? I asked you to bury it in the spiritual grounds of Longhu Mountain to cultivate the flavor. How is it now? But remember, don't let Daoist Zhang know about it."

Divine wine?

Zhang Ruosu's drooping eyelids lifted, and his eyes lit up.

Little Shidi actually hid wine?!

He placed his left hand behind his back, carrying the cat food, and held the phone in his right hand.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen: "Ah, Big Brother Wei, I forgot. What was that wine again?"

Wei Yuan said with a smile, "It's the 'Old Daoist Who Doesn't Know Shame Pretending to be Young' wine."

The corner of Zhang Ruosu's mouth twitched: "…………"

Helpless, he sighed and said, "So, Daoist Wei, you came all this way to find me not just to make fun of the old Daoist, right?"

Wei Yuan: "Haha, we're the closest of friends, brothers-in-arms."

"Of course, it's a great thing!"

The old Daoist glanced aside and casually divined with Lei's cat treats and dried meat.

The upper trigram was Kan, Kan representing water; the lower trigram was Gen, Gen representing mountain.

The mountain rocks were rugged, the water flowed tortuously, there was no path to heaven, and no door into the earth.

One of the four most ominous hexagrams. A *junzi* who observes this hexagram should turn inward, reflect on themselves, and cultivate virtue.

The corner of Zhang Ruosu's eye twitched.

A great thing?

But this old Daoist has complete virtue and is beyond reproach. What is there to reflect on?

No matter what, this hexagram means that one must be safe and righteous and not act rashly.

Whatever this guy says later, I have to refuse.

Wei Yuan sent a message: "This time, by chance, I went to the Great Wilderness and met the divine beast Bai Ze. I obtained the divine wine that he brewed with the essence of all things, hundreds of herbs, and flowers. I want to go to Longhu Mountain and share it with you, Daoist. If you're not free…"

"Okay, I'm free!"

Zhang Ruosu's fingers sent out the message before his brain could react.

After a long silence,

He suddenly felt that this scene seemed very familiar.

……………………

Done.

Wei Yuan put away his phone, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

His phone still contained the message Zhang Ruosu had sent before:

'Curator Wei, I have some excellent ingredients here. Would you like…'

'Yes.'

Karma comes around, Zhang Daoyou.

The curator of a certain museum sneered a few times.

Zhu Jiuyin thoughtfully said, "You seem to have some other opportunity?"

Wei Yuan put his phone in his pocket, glanced at Jue, thought for a moment, and looked at Zhu Jiuyin, his lips silently forming the words: "Geng Chen."

A trace of surprise flashed in the gray-robed man's eyes.

He nodded thoughtfully and said:

"If it's him, then it is a rare opportunity."

"After all, in some ways, his weight to Nüba is no less than Kunlun's. The impact on her True Spirit will be even greater, making it easier for Nüba's True Spirit to recover and awaken."

"Even if the reason for her awakening is murderous intent or something else, that's another matter."

"But at least… Nüba's authority remains in the Great Wilderness's Earth Vein Fire, which is harmless for now."

Zhu Jiuyin then looked at Wei Yuan, then at Nüba and Jue, and said, "Time is of the essence."

"Let's set off now."

"Oh, right, when I arrived, what were you doing?"

The gray-robed man's gaze landed. Wei Yuan felt a tightness in his chest but noticed that Jue seemed to be suppressed to some extent by Zhu Jiuyin's gaze. This wasn't intentional but rather the natural pressure of Zhu Jiuyin's presence as an ancient god during scrutiny.

Zhu Jiuyin said, "Of course, if it's not appropriate to say, it's fine."

The girl was about to speak, saying calmly, "Your Excellency…"

Wei Yuan took a step towards her, blocking Zhu Jiuyin's unconsciously emitted divine power.

He subconsciously grasped the girl's hand.

He steeled his heart, activated his headstrong trait, looked at the dragon who illuminated the Nine Netherworlds, and said calmly:

"It's nothing…"

"Just a matter of personal feelings."

"Zhu Jiuyin, are you also interested in our relationship?"

The girl behind him stiffened, her calmed thoughts becoming sluggish again.

Kunlun's Changfeng, however, felt the intense heartbeat that should not have been felt at this moment.

!!!

The originally regretful great monk Yuanjue's eyes lit up. A bald head suddenly popped out of the bushes next to the museum entrance, and then with a few *poof* sounds, several more heads emerged, their eyes shining as they looked at the scene inside the museum.

He said it?!

No, isn't this a direct declaration?!

"Oh?"

The gray-robed man looked at him with interest and said, "I certainly don't pry into your private affairs."

"However, is she the one you love?"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

"Yes."

The swordsman's voice was as sharp as a drawn sword.

"Lifetimes after lifetimes, never apart."

He turned his head stiffly, looked at the girl who was like Kunlun's Changfeng, took out the bronze finger ring he had snatched back from Chaos, grabbed the girl's hand, placed the ring in her palm, and said in a calm and normal tone: "This thing seemed to have been taken by Chaos before. I got it back."

"From now on, you don't need to call me Venerable God or Your Excellency. Just call me Zhu Jiuyin."

"Zhu Jiuyin, let's go to Longhu Mountain."

Wei Yuan, like the Sword Saint of the Tang Dynasty, looked deeply at the smiling girl, turned around, and strode away.

Zhu Jiuyin thoughtfully said, "I see."

Wei Yuan was like a swordsman who had made his fated strike.

There was no more hesitation in his heart, only righteousness and extraordinary momentum.

If he hadn't been walking with both feet on the same side.

It would have been even better.

Wei Yuan walked stiffly forward, his left hand and left foot moving together, his right hand and right foot moving together.

He felt both the exhilaration of having said what was on his mind and as if his limbs no longer belonged to him, each cell having its own ideas. He pushed open the door, and the winter chill rushed in, making him feel refreshed, as if he would be burned in the next second.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a bald head popping out of the pile of grass at the door.

Behind the bald head were four more heads.

Oh, that wasn't a pile of grass; it was a fortress made of Chinese cabbage.

Five faces with mysterious smiles, one in front and four behind.

Wei Yuan: "…………"

He gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing here?!"

Zhu Jiuyin withdrew his gaze and looked at the girl in front of him, saying, "Kunlun's Changfeng…"

The girl blinked and came back to her senses.

"Your Excellency…"

The gray-robed man said concisely, "Just call me Zhu Jiuyin."

He stared deeply at the girl in front of him, looking at one of the future factors that would eventually lead to a single person and sword, which was Kunlun, and perhaps the most important reason. Finally, he took out an object and handed it over, his tone rarely gentle:

"This is our first meeting."

"Consider it a gift."

The girl was stunned and subconsciously accepted it.

It was a pendant with extremely mysterious patterns, as if it carried the powerful force to shield everything, interfere with the years and the sun and moon, and confuse the mysteries of heaven. Almost instantly, it enveloped the girl in layers of mist. Jue almost immediately judged the value of this thing and subconsciously said, "I can't…"

"Don't worry. I will get it back from that chef."

Zhu Jiuyin nodded with a smile.

He flicked his sleeves, got up, and left with Nüba.

Zhu Jiuyin, illuminating the sun and moon; Yuan Tiangang, calculating the past and the future.

He will appear at the most appropriate time.

Wei Yuan saw Zhu Jiuyin leaving and exhaled a breath of turbid air, saying, "Let's go, to Longhu Mountain."

Zhu Jiuyin said, "Are you sure that's where it is?"

Wei Yuan said, "I can't be sure either, but…"

"The most likely place is there…"

Wei Yuan glared 'fiercely' at the eavesdroppers. The great monk Yuanjue stared back at him with a smile. Wei Yuan had no choice but to follow Zhu Jiuyin and leave for the time being. After they left, the painter ghost suddenly exclaimed and clutched his head in pain, saying, "Oh no!"

"I couldn't capture it on camera. This, this, this…"

"Wuwuwu… The boss promised so much paint."

The great monk clapped his hands and sighed, saying, "Excellent, this poor monk's great wish has been fulfilled."

The soldier's spirit said politely, "Congratulations, Master."

Yuanjue said, "Yes, as long as I see their child born, I will have no regrets."

Soldier Spirit: "??!"

The great monk's eyes shone: "I think their child must be extraordinarily talented and have deep Buddhist nature."

"This poor monk must pass on the Buddhist supernatural powers…"

The painter ghost was shocked: "What are you thinking, Great Monk? Old Soldier, say something to him!"

The soldier's spirit pondered: "My saber technique is actually not bad."

The painter was dumbfounded.

The painter ghost pondered, "My paintings…"

Yuanjue roared, "No!"

The soldier's spirit shouted, "Absolutely not!"

The painter ghost muttered, "I can also draw pictures of children."

The soldier spirit roared, "Is that a stroller?! That's clearly an oil tanker truck!"

"An oil tanker truck is too much… Wait, how do you know what my paintings are like?" The painter ghost retorted a few words, then realized a blind spot and looked strangely at the soldier spirit. The Qi Family Army soldier spirit's face flushed, and he looked away.

Just then, the door of the museum opened.

The eavesdroppers outside were startled and looked up to see the heavenly maiden as always, her face calm and peaceful, with a smile, and then looked at the extremely strange people.

Yuanjue's expression was solemn, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The soldier's spirit lowered his head and sharpened his knife.

However, the heavenly maiden just nodded elegantly as usual, then ignored these guys and walked back to the flower shop.

The painter ghost murmured, "No, something's not right…"

"Could it be that she refused?!"

The great monk said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"No, I'm still a little uneasy…"

"I'll go take a look."

The painter ghost slipped over and took a peek, watching for a while.

A smile appeared on his face, and he turned back and gave an OK sign.

The soldier spirit said, "How is it?!"

The painter ghost muttered, "She's writing poetry."

"What is she writing?"

"A *Bu Suanzi*?"

The White Maiden, who had just joined the group, was surprised and then smiled knowingly, dispersing everyone. The Marine and the Japanese painter were bewildered, and Yuanjue also didn't understand. The White Maiden smiled and whispered:

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at the tail of the Yangtze River."

"I think of you every day, but I can't see you; together, we drink the water of the Yangtze River."

"When will this water cease?"

"When will this hatred end?"

"I only wish your heart is like my heart,"

"And will certainly not betray the longing."

Inside the flower shop, the girl put down her pen, but the last two lines were different.

I only wish your heart is like my heart.

Wei Yuan’s heart is like my heart…

She subconsciously crumpled up the paper, hugged the pillow, and rolled back and forth on the bed, then buried her face in the quilt, her ears completely red, holding the bronze finger ring tightly in her hand.

And will certainly not betray the longing.

……………………

Wei Yuan arrived at Longhu Mountain, wearing the other half of the bronze finger ring on his waist.

"Daoist Zhang…"

"I'm here to bring you warmth."

ps: Today's first update………

Three thousand eight hundred words.