Chapter 371 The Talent

The scene before Wei Yuan's eyes came to an abrupt halt.

The true spirit within the Crouching Tiger Token dissipated completely, and the memory of that chaotic period of history ended with the agreement between the Queen Mother of the West and the many disciples of the Kong Sect, stating that she would descend to the mortal realm every hundred years or so, with Jue accompanying her.

What happened after that?

*Pa.*

Nothing.

Wei Yuan was silent for a long time, then pressed his brow.

Many questions arose.

He vaguely remembered being moved at the end, seemingly because Confucius had asked him to find someone and bring them out of a certain situation. He had seriously asked Confucius what to do if that person refused to come out.

The aged Confucius had jokingly replied that he still had to bring them out.

He couldn't let them remain secluded any longer.

To what extent?

"Yuan, even if you have to tie him up, you have to bring him out."

As for the rest, Wei Yuan had not even a shred of a vague impression. He didn't remember who he was supposed to bring out, whether he succeeded, or what experiences they had afterward.

It seemed that the faint aura of true spirit remaining on the Crouching Tiger Token had been purged of anything related to that part, and even Wei Yuan couldn't recall it using the token.

However, it seemed like just a request from Confucius, not that important.

Or perhaps because it wasn't important, not worth dwelling on, he had forgotten.

Like how it's hard to remember a specific day from childhood.

Confucius made many such requests; would you remember how many small breads you've eaten?

Of course not.

However, Confucius's joking remark, "Even if you have to tie him up," left Wei Yuan curious.

He wondered who it was that Confucius valued so highly.

Wei Yuan easily understood that the phrase was just an exaggeration, not a literal instruction to visit with ropes in hand, and if the person refused, to tie them up and throw them into a bullock cart, then drive out of the city, taking small paths to return to the land of Lu.

"Even I couldn't do something like that."

Did I really do that back then?

"Hahaha, just kidding."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Wei Yuan was confident.

The museum curator was full of confidence.

Although he didn't realize that before even considering these things, his mind had naturally completed the outrageous criminal act of how to use an old bullock cart and a rope to kidnap someone from a major city and evade pursuers.

Despite the confusion and the incomplete aura of true spirit in the Crouching Tiger Token, Wei Yuan finally understood why the Queen Mother of the West was so idle, wandering around the mortal realm for no reason. It was because Confucius had entered her trials to obtain the Crouching Tiger Token.

And that was the Kunlun trial with the Queen Mother of the West herself present.

The difficulty was unimaginable.

As a result, Confucius easily broke through two trials, and even the proud Queen Mother of the West acknowledged him, thinking he could be the Lord of Kunlun in the mortal realm. But Confucius said he didn't care and turned to leave. With the Queen Mother of the West's personality, she must have felt frustrated.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you take Kunlun Mountain for?"

So she went down the mountain to intercept Confucius.

Finally, after a period of debate, she realized she couldn't lead Confucius to a life of seclusion, so she gave up her plan to bring Confucius back to Kunlun as the mountain god of Kunlun in the mortal realm, and made an agreement with the disciples of the Kong Sect to come to the mortal realm every hundred years or so to see all things in the world.

But…

Wei Yuan's thoughts slightly strayed.

The image of a delicate little girl with wide eyes appeared in his mind.

Then her face turned pale, her eyes filled with tears, and finally, she looked like she was holding back two big bags of tears.

Young Jue actually had a bit of baby fat on her face?!

And she was expressionless, obedient, and timid.

"I really want to pinch her cheeks."

Damn it.

Wei Yuan gnashed his teeth.

"Why didn't they have cameras back then!"

"Why!"

If they did, he would definitely take a dozen pictures from every angle, then hide them in the textbooks Confucius gave out, and when he died, he would bury his textbooks with him. He could go dig up his grave now.

"Perfect!"

Then Wei Yuan suddenly thought that although there were no cameras, he could draw her. Chinese painting had existed since the Zhou Dynasty, but at that time it was done on silk, which was quite expensive, but as a disciple of Confucius, he would naturally have some knowledge of it. Confucius had also used branches as pens to demonstrate on the sand.

Wei Yuan looked solemn.

He took out white paper, brush, ink, and inkstone.

Then he dipped the brush in ink.

He concentrated his mind.

And put all his energy into the tip of the brush, slowly placing it on the paper.

A moment later.

"Boss, I've concocted a new happy water…"

The Water Ghost cheerfully pushed the door open.

He saw the painting on Wei Yuan's desk, saw the drawing on it.

The Water Ghost was thoughtful.

The Water Ghost remembered that he seemed to have been kicked out a lot recently.

The Water Ghost decided to flatter him.

So he enthusiastically praised, "Ah, Boss, you actually know how to draw!"

"Look how well this is drawn, the strokes are so wonderful!"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"This one word, awesome, two words, awesoooome!, four words, awesoooome to the max!"

"In short, this is awesome's mother opening the door for awesome, it's awesome to the extreme!"

The Water Ghost praised endlessly, still not satisfied:

"But it's not New Year's yet."

"Boss, why are you drawing a wealth-bringing lucky baby?"

"Chubby and round."

"This is really rich in fortune."

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Without changing his expression: "Just practicing."

The Water Ghost, who was quite familiar with Wei Yuan, noticed something unusual.

The Water Ghost decided to adopt a conservative strategy.

This strategy basically wouldn't have any bad results.

If it were in a game, this would basically be a cheat code!

He confidently said: "Ah, Boss, are you preparing a surprise for Miss Jue?"

"Do you want me to show this painting to Miss Jue?"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Water Ghost: "…………"

Stepped on a mine?!

His smile froze, he was silent, and then he accepted his fate as a matter of course, asking in a rhetorical but affirmative tone: "Kicked out?"

Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth:

"Walk out."

"That's fine."

"Okay, you're busy!"

The Water Ghost nodded neatly.

After the Water Ghost retreated completely.

Wei Yuan was silent, put down his brush without changing his expression, crumpled the paper into a ball, and then threw it hard.

"I throw!"

The paper ball burned in the air, turning into ashes.

Kong Sect disciple Yuan.

Etiquette, second to last.

Music, barely passed.

Writing, above average among the three thousand disciples, entered the hall, but not yet the inner chamber.

Divination, first place!

Of course, the last one.

But horsemanship and archery were perfect scores!

In conclusion, he was a lopsided idiot.

Wei Yuan sighed to the sky.

"Why can't I draw?!"

"Confucius, why didn't you try a little harder?"

"Maybe there are artistic cells hidden in my inherent nature?"

………………

After reluctantly giving up the hope of preserving the appearance of the girl when she was young.

Wei Yuan re-examined the Crouching Tiger Token.

However, although he had broken through the internal system and origin of the Crouching Tiger Token, the reward and punishment rules of the Crouching Tiger Token were directly based on Lu Wu. Looking at so many merit points, after conversion, he basically had to plow through the entire Shenzhou like the past Celestial Masters and Crouching Tigers.

Wei Yuan tapped the Crouching Tiger Token with his finger and said, "You are a treasure of Kunlun, you should also have spirituality."

"So you should also know that I killed Taotie and quelled many crises."

"Please include these in the merit points as well."

The Crouching Tiger Token hummed.

Then it expressed its disapproval, I act impartially, you still have to subdue a hundred more great demons.

Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, in a sense, he felt like a miserable wage earner.

He had completed a big business deal, and then the boss said, "Oh, sorry, this business was not our original goal, we can't count it as your performance. If you want a bonus, you have to do something else," and so on.

Suppressing his temper, he persuaded gently:

"A hundred is too many after all, that's Taotie."

"In the name of disaster, it far exceeds a hundred great demons."

"Besides, I was too neglectful of you before, it's my fault."

The Crouching Tiger Token hummed.

Wei Yuan said, "No negotiation?"

The Crouching Tiger Token completely ignored him.

No negotiation.

Good.

The next second, Wei Yuan didn't change his expression, and directly took out a big axe from his sleeve, and slammed it heavily next to the Crouching Tiger Token, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, but the big axe was full of deterrence and momentum.

Confucius said, there is no need to retreat again and again.

The youth of our generation should have an axe in one hand and reason in the other.

Swallowing my merit points?!

Spit it out!

Crouching Tiger Token: "…………"

After a while, after Wei Yuan finished speaking with kind and gentle reasoning, the one hundred great demons required by the Crouching Tiger Token were reduced to one. Wei Yuan put away the axe without changing his expression, and said in a gentle tone, "That's right."

He put on his waist tag, ready to exchange the Dragon Tiger Sword from the old Taoist.

He glanced in Jue's direction and saw the girl reading a book.

His heart warmed.

It's always you.

He had no hesitation about his feelings, and at this moment his state of mind had become so strong that even facing the questions of the Kunlun gods, he was full of courage.

After all, he had no hesitation, and since there was no need to question the emotions in his heart, he was also confident that in his external performance, there was nothing that could make the Kunlun gods suspect him. What was that saying...

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror."

Wei Yuan walked out of the museum.

The Crouching Tiger Token's function of searching for great demons was rarely activated.

It was almost on par with the status of the Yellow Turban Warrior's function of protecting the law and punishing evil.

And in order to at least exceed the Yellow Turban Warrior's function of sweeping away curses in status.

It had a bit of motivation.

It quickly found a big fish.

'More than 1,400 li to the northwest, there is a great demon with more than a thousand years of Taoism!'

Wei Yuan retracted his gaze and swiped a shared bicycle.

"Let's go!"

Great demon, your Crouching Tiger Grandpa is here!

…………

Museum, more than 1,400 li northwest.

This was the largest city nearby.

Inside a restaurant in the city.

A girl wearing a hoodie, with a heroic face and big, bright eyes, had a rare youthful chivalrous air.

Sitting in the store, for some reason, she suddenly felt her brow throb.

She raised her head in surprise.

She tried to calculate carefully.

But she didn't feel anything.

After thinking about it, she had to continue to lower her head, pointing to the menu. Her face was heroic, but her voice had the soft and glutinous quality of the Jiangnan region: "I want this."

The pretty waitress reluctantly looked away from the heroic girl's face and said, "I see, a bullfrog and chicken pot?"

"This is a meal for two, are you eating alone?"

"Yes."

The heroic girl raised her hand, her black hair tied into a bun, but secured with a simple wooden hairpin.

She added:

"More bullfrogs, please."

ps: Today's update... three thousand four hundred words, thank you to Alliance Leader Tian Zhi Qi Dao Ren, thank you~

In fact, it should be regarded as an extra update (justified), and it is without ruining the schedule, so... asking for votes (๑•̀ㅁ•́ฅ✧~

Two million words, one million words away from the goal.

Then there will be no long memories, the focus is on long ah, there will be no long Tang Dynasty chapters, Yellow Turban chapters, but interspersed a little bit, of course, not much.