Chapter 168 In Which One Will Learn To Raise A Child

Gentle and calming words fell, or rather, into the ears of the maiden wearing a cloak and veil.

Especially gentle and calming.

The Golden Mother of the Primordial Lord pursed her lips, her dark eyes showing stubbornness and indifference. She wanted to refuse, no, *not* refuse.

Ideally, she wouldn't even say a word, maintaining her cold indifference, just like when facing the so-called damn arrogant Yuanshi Tianzun. She'd just turn and leave. *I have experienced hundreds of trials and thousands of battles, invincible wherever I go. Wherever my spear points, all flee in disarray. The golden wind sweeps, my heart is stone, unmoving!*

*My Dao heart is like the ice of Kunlun.*

*Like the armor forged from the Geng metal's aura.*

But as she took a step, the girl was walking her bicycle past, wearing a light-colored cardigan and a swaying, bamboo-colored long skirt. In the bicycle basket were some flowers.

She smiled and said with concern, "Well, if you don't mind, there's hot tea and some snacks inside."

"I made them myself. Would you like to sit for a while?"

Made them herself...

The Golden Mother of the Primordial Lord paused slightly.

Drip, drip...

She heard her heart, as solid as the Kunlun snow mountain, melt directly.

The Golden Mother of the Primordial Lord heard her voice soften.

"Okay, sure..."

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

Inside the Zhenyao Museum—

"It's flower tea planted in my hometown. The taste might be a little light. There are also some snacks. I don't know if you'll like them."

"Mm... thank you."

Sitting on the sofa, the Golden Mother of the Primordial Lord was still wearing her clothes, the cloak concealing the secrets of heaven and karma, the veil covering her face. But she leaned back naturally against the old chair, holding the hot tea with both hands, not drinking yet, but closing her eyes slightly, placing the Kunlun flower tea in front of her, and taking a deep breath. She felt the clear aura of the Kunlun snow lotus enter her heart.

Jue smiled in surprise, "You seem to be very good at 'drinking tea'."

The Golden Mother of the Primordial Lord pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer.

She didn't even know how she had agreed, then how she had pushed open that faded old wooden door, listening to the light ringing of the bell above, and then walked through rows of cabinets holding ancient objects, in the dappled sunlight and the stirred-up dust, scattering like golden light in the sun.

Sitting here, holding hot tea, then habitually smelling the fragrance of the Kunlun flower tea first.

Yes, she didn't know.

It was as natural as a brand ingrained in her body and true spirit. Even though she had been adventuring and fighting to the death for so many years, this instinct still easily took over the Golden Mother of the Primordial Lord's body.

She took a sip of tea, her tone slightly stiff, "...Very delicious."

"...Madam, your tea is very fragrant."

Jue was stunned for a moment.

Then a loud laugh came from the attic: "Hahaha, madam?"

"If the curator had the guts, then she would indeed be madam."

"After so many years of affection, the child would have been born already!"

The Water Ghost, who had accidentally bumped himself into a bruised face under the blessing of many adjectives such as accidental, unintentional, and careless, etc., and was carrying happy water, couldn't help but walk out laughing. His laughter also made Vodka, who was still rushing to write, raise her head and push the glasses on her nose with a paintbrush—

She hadn't stopped for a while.

Who knows what was going on!

The client suddenly started urging her to death, urging, urging!

It was as if they couldn't wait for her to hand in the finished manuscript immediately.

Damn it, just because you have money, you can do whatever you want? Can the client be so arrogant?! Huh?

Client Daddy?

Pah! You rebellious client!

When I finish drawing, I will never take your order again! Damn it!

Anxious, anxious, anxious? What's the rush? What's the hurry?

What, is your boss going bankrupt in two days?

Vodka's irritability and dissatisfaction were constantly accumulating, but she glanced at the girl in the cloak and veil, and somehow, the anger value in her heart dropped straight down, like drinking iced drinks in the heat of summer. She herself didn't know why this feeling was so mysterious.

In the end, she could only attribute it to:

"Looks like a good kid."

"The styling aesthetics are also good. Can be used as material in comics."

Vodka looked at the girl and casually drew a picture on the side.

The Water Ghost walked over with a smile and said, "It's rare for us to have customers in our store. Little girl, would you like to drink something else?"

"I have all kinds of happy water here. You can't think of anything you can't drink."

"How about it?"

The girl in the cloak said, "Then, I want the kind mixed with your thirty-seventh ingredient and seventy-eighth base."

"Ice-cold."

"Add one-third of a straw of Kunlun Jade Dew and one-third of a straw of Qin Yuan honey."

The Golden Mother of the Primordial Lord blurted out a long list fluently.

The Water Ghost raised his eyebrows.

He didn't even think about why his formula list would be leaked. He just looked at the girl with great satisfaction and said, "Yo, I didn't expect you to be an expert."

He turned around and went to his small studio to mix a happy water and threw it to the Golden Mother of the Primordial Lord.

"So, are you cosplaying in this outfit?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, alas, but you said 'madam'... when will we have a child of the boss and the proprietress?" While Jue was putting things away, the Water Ghost couldn't help but start fantasizing. Vodka warned him, "You'd better change your glib tongue as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, you'll be kicked out by the curator again."

"Hahaha, just kidding, just kidding."

The Water Ghost forcefully defended himself, "Besides, aren't you curious?"

"If they really get together one day, how should we raise the child in the future?"

"Aren't you curious? Aren't you worried?!"

"Will they follow the curator to cultivate, or will they follow the proprietress?"

Vodka also showed hesitation on her face, "I think, they have to go to Kunlun, right?"

"Ahem, I mean, go to the maternal family to practice."

This made the Water Ghost very unhappy, and said, "The proprietress's maternal family is powerful, but you think those guys the boss has known for so many years are easy to get along with? Not to mention anything else..." He lowered his voice and said, "Tell me, that Zhu Jiuyin, tell me about the gods related to the boss, Huai River Disaster Lord Wuzhiqi, which one has a good temper?"

"Not to mention, Zhuge Wuhou, Qin Shihuang, Wu'an Killing God, Han Xin Xiang Yu, Champion Marquis, God of Wealth."

"One by one, which one doesn't have a big enough temper?"

"If the curator's child is handed over to Kunlun Mountain to raise."

"Do you believe that this group of old bastards with historical ashes all over their bodies can form a group to brush Kunlun Mountain?"

"Of course, it's not about fighting, but making trouble in various ways..."

These words made Vodka also a little hesitant and unclear.

As a result, it seemed that the quarrel went too far, and even the honest-looking soldier spirit appeared to join in the fun. The three ghosts of the Zhenyao Museum, who were also veteran-level employees, were whispering and arguing fiercely about this old topic, that is, how to cultivate Wei Yuan's descendants, whether they were the young curator or the Wei family's eldest lady, no matter what their identity was.

The Golden Mother of the Primordial Lord in the cloak pretended not to hear the words of these three ghosts.

After all, they also pinched a silent magic seal.

She still had to respect them a little.

Holding the happy water in both hands, biting the straw in her mouth, she muttered to herself in her heart.

Of course, they should be raised together...

Since seeing the Jade Dragon Snow Python on Kunlun Mountain, the cold is moving the sky.

On the edge of the four seas, see the Xuanwu breathing clouds.

Ascend the Heavenly Terrace to observe the stars; follow the Earth's records to see the mountains and seas. Learn Qimen Dunjia from Uncle Qi, unparalleled in the world, and learn strategies and changes from Han Xin. The battlefield is in my hands, and I can see the ultimate mysteries of military science.

Learn overall planning from the young Marquis Wu.

Sit on the Champion Marquis's shoulders to play horse-riding games.

And once, when she was young, she was held in the arms of the First Emperor, riding war horses, galloping across the magnificent mountains and seas.

The Buddhist sect has the true cultivation of the present world, and the Daoist sect has the orthodox methods of Xuanmen.

Whether it is a long handle, short soldiers, swords, blunt weapons, or knives, magical powers, Xuanmen Daoism, or pure Buddhism.

As long as she wants to learn, there will be the world's top powerhouses to teach her.

She once felt that she was not worthy of being taught by them like this.

But whenever she said this, those people always smiled and vaguely brushed it off. Only later did she know that the reason why these heroes of the world, unparalleled hegemons, would help her was only because they had formed a cause and effect with that person in the past. Cause leads to effect, and effect leads to cause. The entanglement of cause and effect has long been unclear, so it is still on her.

Only... that person...

She lowered her eyes slightly, her silver teeth slightly exerted force, biting the straw.

"Quarrel, quarrel, what are you quarreling about!"

"If you can quarrel so much, go find the great monk to debate! Numb, really."

"It's not easy to get off work overtime. What are you still arguing about?"

A loud voice, with the unique fatigue of making up for sleep after staying up late playing games. Then, a dark door opened, and Bai Ze, wearing a set of blue and white patterned pajamas, walked out yawning, with a look of displeasure on his face. His white hair was curly, and he glared fiercely at the three elders of the Zhenyao Museum, then mumbled, "I feel that the karma of that kid Wei Yuan has suddenly become ridiculously heavy."

"What's going on? Is he back?"

"So fast..."

Before the last sentence was finished, Bai Ze, who was omniscient to some extent, saw the person on the sofa.

He just wanted to tease, is there also a guest in this Zhenyao Museum?

Rare, rare. Wei Yuan's poverty curse has been broken?

Then he casually glanced at it.

The smile on Bai Ze's face froze.

?!!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!"

Bai Ze's mentality exploded directly for the first time.

The void seemed to stagnate.

Time seemed to lose its original characteristics in that flowing golden wind. Bai Ze heard the sound of drinking the last sip of beverage with a straw in his ear. Everything lost its color, leaving only the girl in the cloak more and more clear and more and more prominent, and then put down the happy water.

The cloak personally given by Emperor Jun was woven with stars, and the veil was also transformed by Emperor Concubine Chang Xi with moonlight.

Only those eyes were black and big, as deep as an abyss without water.

This was not the first time Bai Ze had seen similar black pupils.

"...Hello."

Bai Ze, Uncle.

ps: Second update today...