That young artist stood beside the pavilion, her eyes slightly lowered, looking down.

Her simple long dress swayed gently, her pale hand resting on the railing, her eyes gleaming as she blinked.

Her presence was surprisingly imposing.

It was enough to make people ignore her delicate stature of less than 1.6 meters!

Whoa--

The water ghost's scalp tingled, and he slowly retreated.

He raised his hands and said:

"Hey, calm down, calm down..."

The artist gritted her teeth and said, "You dare to come back?!"

"Where's my food?!"

"Ah, food, oh right, right, it's here."

After the museum curator left, even the landlady was gone. The end result was several consecutive days of eating Qijia Army rations 10 and Qijia Army rations 1, 1 from the veteran soldier souls.

The water ghost couldn't bear it any longer and rose up in revolt.

Damn it, this was unbearable!

Then, after several days of eating cola chicken wings, cola duck wings, cola hot pot, and cola-flavored egg-wrapped rice.

And rice cooked with cola.

The painter, Vodka, who was easy to feed and didn't care about food and drink at all, went berserk.

Finally, after eating several meals of flammable oolong tea rice that were so strong they could be lit on fire.

The three museum ghosts almost burst into tears.

They discovered that after leaving the museum curator and landlady, they had become useless ghosts.

Relying on a large sum of manuscript fees recently received, they successfully placed a large order for takeout.

Then, they promoted the excellent tradition of thrift and frugality in the museum.

In order to earn another sum, they chose to have the water ghost personally take the order.

Perfect!

The water ghost quickly turned around and pulled out the food, saying, "Haha, look, isn't there not a drop of oil or soup spilled?" He cheerfully opened his delivery box, and then saw that the delicacies inside, after enduring the long passage of time, had turned into a pile of black charcoal.

Water Ghost: "........."

The water ghost's expression instantly darkened: "???"

Finally, the three museum ghosts sat at the table, facing each other.

Three bowls of steaming instant noodles were placed on the table.

Vodka said expressionlessly, "Old Alum Pickled Cabbage Noodles, yours."

The soldier soul said blankly, "This ham sausage, is yours."

"Your cola."

"Ours."

"Let's eat!"

In the end, the water ghost was heartbroken and took out his private money to buy another takeout. Vodka, who failed to drink wine and eat meat, angrily walked back to start working.

"Damn it, cheap goods, idiot, like a cat without a brain." "No."

"It's like a guy with a bunch of brains, but every brain is fighting!"

Vodka gritted her teeth.

Finally, when painting, she used Bai Ze and the water ghost as models. Her movements paused, and she said suspiciously, "Strange, why do I feel like something is missing from this museum?" She was puzzled, not seeing the imprint left by Fuxi in the void.

[Celestial Imprint - Eliminate Presence.]

A certain scumbag snake, who didn't want to reveal his name, developed a means for unknown purposes.

Causing the disappearance of Bai Ze and a small paper figure to go unnoticed.

And the flow of celestial secrets even completely enveloped the entire museum.

Enough to eliminate most of the crises and disasters.

Also, Fuxi's character was lazy. Unless it involved Nüwa, he would absolutely lie down if he could, so his methods were naturally crude. The boundless celestial secrets flowed and changed, completely obscuring all the celestial secrets, karma, and fate of everything in the museum.

Seeing without seeing is called Yi; hearing without hearing is called Xi.

Celestial Great Divine Power - Xi Yi

And, for various reasons--

Curator Wei's pitifully few guests would have their numbers reduced to zero because the entire museum's presence was eliminated.

Even if you are not here

Poverty still closely follows your footsteps.

This is the backstab from [Intimate Performance]!

The young girl, who was clearly just an ordinary painter ghost, pondered for a long time, always feeling that something was wrong around her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She rubbed her brow and casually colored the model she was painting. She didn't know why, but she subconsciously picked up her brush and added a stroke to the water ghost.

The water ghost, with slightly longer hair and a handsome face, was wearing a butler's uniform.

He bowed slightly, one hand draped with a white towel, and the other hand holding a tray with a stemmed glass of cola.

The artist moved the brush away.

The water ghost on the painting had a faint purple glow in his eyes.

His temperament changed instantly. The corners of his mouth seemed to be curved slightly.

"He slipped away."

Wei Yuan looked at the guy riding a shared bicycle ahead of him, leaving everyone else in the dust.

He felt that the other party seemed to be running away in a panic after being caught doing something bad by someone familiar.

"What a pity..."

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes. Karma was already flowing and changing in his right hand. Just now, with his strength, he couldn't see through the power surrounding that guy. He could sit and observe the ten directions, concealing the inquiries inside and outside the ten directions. Although, according to what he said, he was just an incarnation, he was more skilled at using this technique of sitting and observing the ten directions than the original body.

Actually, he originally wanted to try to fight him to see if he could get a glimpse of his origins.

But that guy was too slippery.

Wei Yuan originally planned to continue looking for Jue, but as soon as he had this thought, which came along with the karma, since the karma of [Jue being hurt] had already ended, the power of rejection from this era began to make Wei Yuan's consciousness fly backward. He sighed.

Crossing eras is not difficult.

But trying to cross the years and distort the original trajectory of certain things is very difficult.

Because it involves fate and karma.

Not to mention sending others to the past, distorting and transforming major historical processes. Even more than once.

That is an extremely terrifying and difficult feat.

Wei Yuan thought about what Huntian had done and sighed again, realizing how big the gap between himself and the former number one in the world was. Now that the karma was over, only a wisp of green cloud remained, dissipating invisibly. Before leaving, he pressed down slightly with his five fingers, erasing the traces of the previous fight.

As if the confrontation had never happened here.

Kunlun Mountain --

Kaiming, who was sitting in meditation in front of the Nine Heavens Gate, suddenly opened his eyes.

!!! What's going on?

Why did one of my incarnations disappear again?

No, it doesn't seem to have completely disappeared?

This, this is…

The expression on Kaiming's face changed several times, struggling a lot. He wanted to send out a few more incarnations to see how the incarnation disappeared, but he was also inexplicably extremely vigilant, worrying that there would be a situation of "Hulu brothers saving grandpa, going to their deaths one by one." (idiom: referring to people who rush into danger without thinking)

Huh?

Hulu brothers saving grandpa?

What is that?

Why does this description appear in my mind?

Kaiming rubbed his brow, feeling that it seemed to be because of the previous division of the nine heads' foundation that he would often feel inexplicably tired. He lowered his eyes slightly and slowly fell asleep in a daze. He didn't know how long he had slept, but suddenly he had a nightmare, and he suddenly raised his head. The surroundings were actually a blank space.

Vast and boundless, a large expanse of white.

It was like being on a piece of paper.

In a picture.

And he was wearing a black suit, with a towel draped over his arm and a tray in one hand.

There was a black liquid in a goblet on the tray.

"This, where is this..."

Kaiming was startled in his heart.

Then he suddenly raised his head and saw "outside," a girl in a simple, elegant dress with black hair falling down. Her eyes were slightly lowered, and she held a pen in one hand. Then she quickly and sharply stabbed down at her own eyes, her movements calm and composed, as lofty as the sky, vast and magnificent, but her expression was freehand, as if painting.

The pen landed on his eyes.

"Ah!!!"

Kaiming suddenly got up, covered his eyes, gasped violently, and his face was uncertain.

"This dream is..."

"That woman outside, judging from her height."

"Is it the Queen Mother of the West?"

"Or who? Or is it the differentiated body of Heavenly Calamity Five Remnants?"

Kaiming covered his eyes and gasped for a long time, and finally made a decision--

He won't go down the mountain for the time being.

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

Shi Yi opened his eyes.

After confirming that Jue was fine, he rode the flowing wind and hurried to the white-haired girl's place. In the end, he and the girl and the green-shirted Dragon Lady Xian ate half a meal, and then slowly walked outside, strolling home.

The green-shirted Dragon Lady Xian smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so quick, Celestial Venerable."

Zhu Yuan said, "I can't let her be disappointed again."

He looked at the white-haired girl walking a few steps ahead, thinking of his experience during the Tang Dynasty, and the fact that the girl had disregarded her own safety and used the power of creation to help him before. His expression became more and more irritable: "In any case, I will protect her. Whatever she wants, I will satisfy."

"Not to mention just eating a meal together."

"Oh?"

The green-shirted Dragon Lady Xian raised her eyebrows.

"You can satisfy everything in the world?"

The white-haired girl suddenly said, "I want that!"

She raised her hand expressionlessly and pointed to a stall in front of her, pointing to the candied hawthorns stuck on a scarecrow.

Coincidentally, she pointed to the one that pierced the kidney.

Shi Yi's face froze, and he subconsciously recalled the candied hawthorn weapon from before, and subconsciously said:

"No way!"

The white-haired girl's eyes widened

The Daoist coughed, put his hands on her shoulders, and said earnestly: "Be good, let's change to another one, a whole bunch of them, okay?"

After only convincing her, he bought some other snacks and desserts. Also, Curator Wei used his remaining skills to find high-quality clay specifically for sculpture. This was also what the white-haired girl wanted herself. Shi Yi thought that perhaps Nüwa's instinct was activating, and she always wanted to sculpt something.

Ahem, in this case, she can simply transform into the top beautician in the mortal world.

No,

A beauty master!

And an original product of mythical level.

Because Curator Wei only lost his culinary skills, he still had no problem with choosing pottery.

Which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

When he returned to their lodging, he casually asked, "What do you want to sculpt?"

The white-haired girl said unusually, "It's a secret."

Her tone was not fluctuating, but she seemed to have some joy and depression.

As expected of Nüwa...

Zhu Yuan thought to himself. Suddenly, the white-haired girl tugged at his sleeve and said, "Your body, materials."

"Hmm?"

Shi Yi was puzzled. He saw the girl pointing to his sleeve and reaching out to take things out. There were weapons, sundries, and even kitchen utensils that couldn't be used for a short time. The green-shirted Dragon Lady Xian shook her head and said, "You really are, stuffing everything into your sleeves, it's like you've stuffed your whole house in there."

Shi Yi said, "Sleeves are used to move houses, is there a problem with that?"

"This is common knowledge!"

The green-shirted Dragon Lady said, "I haven't heard of it."

Curator Wei coughed and said righteously, "Sleeves are a Taoist art." "I am the Celestial Venerable of the Origin."

"I say it's used to move houses."

"Is there a problem? No problem!"

I, the Celestial Venerable of the Origin, have the final interpretation right for the use of all Taoist arts.

The Daoist was righteous and confident.

The green-shirted Dragon Lady was helpless.

On the other side, the white-haired girl seemed to have found the materials she wanted in the pile of things Shi Yi had taken out. She held the things and the clay and ran away. Zhu Yuan waved his sleeves and put the things away. After waiting for a while, Wei Yuan also came. Only then did he think of one thing and said, "By the way, I have a tricky question here, and I want to ask you how to deal with it."

"What?" The Dragon Lady Xian held the tea. Wei Yuan nodded: "You say."

Shi Yi said, "It's not a big deal." He took things out.

"Just asking, after killing one of Kaiming's heads and crushing his consciousness and spirit and extracting his authority."

"What should I do with the remaining part of the mythological concept to make it clean?"

The Dragon Lady Xian's movements paused. Ripples appeared in the tea cup.

Wei Yuan was silent.

Wei Yuan pondered.

Comrade Zhu Yuan took action.

He got up without changing his expression, turned around, and walked!

"I don't know." "Don't ask me."

"I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to take medicine." "Goodbye." He turned around and left. Shi Yi was stunned.

The Dragon Lady Xian digested the news and sighed, "Don't tell me that you spent half a meal's worth of effort to kill one of Kaiming's heads, almost reducing it to ashes and crushing his consciousness, and then came back to eat half a meal and take a walk with A'wa."

Zhu Yuan shook his head and said, "Actually, a lot of things happened." "It took a little longer." So he did these things anyway.

The Dragon Lady Xian sighed, put down the tea cup, supported her chin with one hand, and said curiously, "Did you kill him with swordsmanship?"

"No..."

Shi Yi looked strange: "You may not believe it, but he died from a candied hawthorn."

Xian: "???"

Shi Yi shook his head and continued searching;

"Hmm? Strange, I remember putting it here, why is it gone?" "It shouldn't be."

"Could it be that it's really too messy in the sleeves?"

At the same time--

In the courtyard, in another studio.

The white-haired girl moved a stool and stepped on it with a thud.

She rolled up her sleeves and tied her white hair into a high ponytail.

Her eyes were dark and dull, looking at the materials on the workbench.

Good clay.

Materials with partial spirituality.

And Kaimingzai's remaining authority, tightly bound by the Questioning World Immortal Binding Rope.

His mouth was also stuffed with a talisman as he struggled violently.

He looked at the front with horror.

The white-haired girl was expressionless and slowly stretched out her hand. I'll sculpt!