"Huh?"

　　"Who's that?"

　　"Who is that? Yuan?"

　　The smile on the girl's face gradually froze. She saw a child dressed in brown short clothes walking over, looking about nine years old in age, his hair divided into two halves tied into small buns, his face still chubby, with a few soft strands of hair at his temples, gnashing his teeth as he approached.

　　She had been about to pick up her sword and paused slightly.

　　She saw a girl in a long dress, a black, dignified dress that suited the era. Her hair was tied up in a bun. Although the outfit was supposed to be dignified and elegant, for some reason, she just looked pretty. Her brown pupils were like gems in the sunlight, her eyelashes long and black, and her skin fair.

　　She was a very, very beautiful girl. It was just that, for some reason, she looked a little dazed.

　　That's what the child, who was just over six years old, was thinking. As for why his hair wasn't in a chui tiao style but tied up...

　　People always said that this child had been straightforward since birth, and even his hair was explosive. If it wasn't tied up, he would be running around the streets with a head full of frizzy hair, so it was better to tie it up.

　　He looked at his wooden sword, which was right next to the girl's feet. He saw a pair of shallow lotus-root-colored thin-soled shoes. Then he looked at his sword. He had originally planned to just squat down and grab it, but his friend was behind him, and the child's innate stubbornness flared up.

　　"Hmph! How can a dignified man retrieve his sword from under a woman's skirt?!"

　　"No way!"

　　"Absolutely not!"

　　The child glared at the girl, trying to make her retreat with his mind, but she was also staring straight at him. The Yuanshi Tianzun, still in his little brat stage, had no choice but to admit defeat, realizing that the other party didn't seem to be any less stubborn than he was.

　　"Damn it..."

　　The child had no choice but to hold his breath and grab a tree branch. He squatted down and reached out, using the branch to pull his sword over. "Okay, come on, a little more, a little more..."

　　Then he saw the beautiful girl subconsciously take a step.

　　Her lotus-root-colored shoe gently stepped on the hilt of the wooden sword, not exactly stepping, but pressing down on it.

　　And then he couldn't move it.

　　!!!!

　　The smile on the child's face froze. His eyes widened little by little.

　　He pulled at the sword, but it wouldn't budge.

　　He looked at the sword, then looked up.

　　He looked at the girl, not knowing if she was doing it on purpose or not.

　　The girl also subconsciously looked at him.

　　Then the child tried twice, his eyes widening, so angry that two big teardrops visibly appeared. Only then did the girl come back to her senses. She paused slightly and quickly retracted her foot. The child's face turned red, and he gnashed his teeth as he tried to pull the sword out, crying because of his stubbornness.

　　"Ah, A-Yuan, are you crying?!" Who bullied you!"

　　Another child, who was obviously from a much better background, ran over, shocked to see his friend's appearance.

　　"Leave me alone!"

　　"I'm not crying either!"

　　The child in plain clothes wiped his tears heavily with his dusty sleeve.

　　He turned around.

　　He sniffled.

　　Then, as always, he raised his head and snorted.

　　He strode forward, his wooden sword dragging behind him, leaving a scratching mark on the dirt. He walked away angrily, looking like, "I'm very angry, don't talk to me." The slightly older teenage Zhang Han scratched his head, helpless. "Sigh, he's angry again..."

　　"But the Black Ice Terrace's elite selection is really difficult."

　　This friend was also from a military family, but his grandfather and father had died in battle one after another. His family's martial knowledge wasn't very profound. Even if he practiced the military's combat techniques very hard, he could only become an elite soldier in the end, earning some military merits. It was too difficult to enter the Black Ice Terrace and become a core member of the Black Ice Terrace, which was a legendary elite force among the Qin Dynasty's iron cavalry.

　　When he looked up, he couldn't see Tiannü Jue.

　　The latter had already avoided him with an illusion. Thinking of the goal that the Ruins of Return had pointed out, Jue was thoughtful. "The lord of the Ruins of Return, the overlord of this great power... Yuan. In other words, Yuan is the enemy who will confront him? The lord of the Ruins of Return wants to avoid confronting him in reality and try to kill Yuan in history or change Yuan's fate."

　　"And then weaken A-Yuan, reducing his foundation and strength?"

　　Jue easily deduced the general situation.

　　She just didn't know why the lord of the Ruins of Return didn't let his confidants participate in this matter, but chose to let her participate? One question after another emerged in the girl's heart, and finally turned into the childhood version of Yuan just now.

　　Just now, she had subconsciously wanted him to stop.

　　So the Tiannü, whose nature was slightly innocent, chose the most direct method.

　　And a certain poor and straightforward curator should bear the main responsibility for this change in personality.

　　The girl recalled the baby fat, the hair in small buns, the childhood sword immortal with two big teardrops walking away angrily with his sword. Her heart was filled with apology, curiosity, and a strange feeling. Her fingers rubbed her brow. "Why do I feel like it's a little fun to bully A-Yuan a little?"

　　"No, no, Jue, you can't do this."

　　"The Queen Mother taught me that I can't do this..."

　　"I can't bully the weak."

　　"But A-Yuan is obviously very strong, so it's okay to bully him a little?"

　　"Ah, no, no, no, that's not right, that doesn't make sense."

　　"But even five- or six-year-old A-Yuan cries, that's a little novel."

　　"Wait, we should be kind to outsiders, but A-Yuan isn't an outsider, and we can't bully non-outsiders either."

　　The girl suppressed her curiosity and a little bit of amusement. She suddenly remembered a scene from the past, when the water ghost angrily denounced Madam Vodka and argued fiercely about the choice of manga themes. At that time, Madam Vodka seemed to be venturing into new areas, and the water ghost, as a loyal subscriber, couldn't accept it.

　　Madam Vodka slammed her right hand heavily on the table and said in a sonorous voice:

　　"Bullying?!"

　　"Wrong, wrong, wrong, what do you call bullying between lovers? What do you call bullying between lovers?"

　　"'Tovarish, you have to take a long-term view and accept everything!'"

　　"'That thing is called foreplay! On a larger scale, humans all have slight masochistic tendencies, and happiness and pain often go hand in hand, and this is called bondage and restraint in my manga.'" It was just a pity that Madam Vodka hadn't finished speaking when the water ghost directly knocked her over with a five-liter bottle of Happy Water. Well, the weapon spirit directly used the scabbard to hit the young artist on the back of the neck.

　　The Qin Yuan bird shoved two bottles of honey grapefruit tea into Madam Vodka's mouth.

　　Then she dragged her away by one leg.

　　In the end, after a friendly agreement, Madam Vodka's new publication, which she was desperately trying to make money from, was cut off.

　　So the Tiannü just felt that the young artist was being unreasonable at the time, but even so, she felt that "bullying" that sword immortal who had experienced a long journey, even in his childhood, was quite novel and a bit fun. Thinking about it, she was worried that this mission didn't just involve herself, and she was worried about the past of the young A-Yuan.

　　She still chose to follow him.

　　Along the way, she watched the child dragging a heavy wooden sword, and then walked all the way to a quiet and deserted place, wiped the tears from his face, and still began to practice swordsmanship with gritted teeth. The Qin sword had no scabbard, and this wooden sword was heavy enough. Although the child was quite strong, his foundation was ordinary, and his swordsmanship was too weak.

　　Jue thought about it and didn't plan to interfere with such a past, didn't plan to interfere with Wei Yuan's life. At least this part of his life didn't belong to her.

　　So she quietly retreated, or rather, she concealed her figure and watched the child practice swordsmanship over and over again.

　　Then the next day, the girl was shocked to see that the child had changed his weapon.

　　In his hand was a large broadsword, which he wielded with great force.

　　Jue: "..."

　　On the sixth day, when she saw the boy wearing a thick suit of clothes pretending to be armor, and then gesticulating with a ceremonial axe, the girl didn't understand what he meant. She worried that Wei Yuan had really been interfered with and distorted by the incoming Ruins of Return walker.

　　Thinking about it, she still walked behind the child. A-Yuan heavily dropped the axe he had taken from the Black Ice Terrace barracks to the ground, panting. The Qin Dynasty valued actual combat. If his swordsmanship wasn't good, he would have to change his path.

　　"Damn it, this big axe is so big and heavy, it will definitely pass the preliminary selection, huh, huh..."

　　"I, I will definitely win."

　　He cheered himself up.

　　The child with his hair in small buns took a deep breath and gritted his teeth to lift the axe, staggering and trying hard. Suddenly, he heard a helpless voice in his ear: "You're so stupid, A-Yuan." "Ah! Who?!"

　　The child was startled and lost his balance, falling on his butt.

　　Leaves flew down, and he fell in a daze, seeing the girl sitting on the tree stump in front of him, her blue hair falling down, one hand propping up her chin, her sleeves slightly drooping, revealing her fair wrist, her brows clear, her face beautiful. In this city of Xianyang, with the child's simple knowledge, there was no woman more beautiful than her.

　　But the child A-Yuan was startled.

　　He hugged the axe and scooted backward on the ground with all his might.

　　"You, you, you..."

　　He blurted out: "It's you, you bad woman!"

　　"What are you doing here?!"

　　The child, who was only six years old, was still being spoiled in later generations, but in this era, he had already begun to try to wield a sword.

　　This was also a descendant of the Qin Dynasty, who regarded dignity as the highest and took pride in the spine of the Yanhuang. Thinking of what had happened a few days ago, he was heartbroken and said with a resolute attitude: "You, you..."

　　"Are you here to make me cry again?!"

　　The girl suppressed her laughter and secretly recorded this scene.

　　Leaves flew, and the young Celestial Venerable lost sight of the girl.

　　He was shocked. When he was looking around, he suddenly felt his forehead being gently tapped. Then he saw her with her hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly, her temples with blue hair falling down, her smile warm and bright:

　　"Oh, the great demon king is here to make you cry."碎裂的花草随风扬起，孩子瞪大眼睛，看着前面清丽美好的少女。

　　She said:

　　"You, you, I, I won't lose..."

　　The young A-Yuan raised his weapon, full of heroic spirit, domineeringly:

　　"Want me to cry!"

　　"Unless you beat me!"

　　The girl thought for a while and said seriously, "If I beat you..."

　　"Will you cry for me to see?"

　　The young Yuanshi Tianzun waved his small hand: "A gentleman's word is as good as a bronze tripod!" He was full of confidence!

　　Just like his past and future self.

　　"I am no longer the me of three days ago! I have been reborn!"

　　"I, won't lose!"

　　A moment later.

　　"Wuuu... You, you're bullying me..."

　　The six-year-old child lost again and again, his eyes red with anger.

　　He stood there trying hard to cry, trying hard to perform. The girl propped up her chin and sat on the tree stump, playing with the blue hair at her temples. She suddenly joked, "Want to learn?"

　　"No!"

　　Bamboo of the Southern Mountain, the reincarnated body, Yuanshi Tianzun, both firm and straight.

　　"Brute!"

　　The girl thought for a while, coughed, and said, "Is that so?"

　　"Looks like you want to fail the Black Ice Terrace selection?"

　　She learned the tone of the Mountain God Qian Lai and the Water Ghost when they were joking in the Zhenyao Museum, saying:

　　"Little guy, you don't want to fail the Black Ice Terrace selection competition, do you?"

　　"You!!!"

　　The child immediately stopped crying and froze, his black eyes looking at the girl.

　　She let go of her blue hair, and the smile on her lips bloomed little by little:

　　"If you worship me as your teacher and beg me well, I... cough cough."

　　"Well, this lady might consider it..."

　　ps: Today's first chapter, 3400 words.