Chapter 170 A Good Dream

When the training began, Wei Yuan didn't even have time to say a word to Nü Jiao before he fell asleep on the spot. In the end, the little fox who delivered the food found Nü Jiao. Nü Jiao was a witch of the Tushan clan during the time of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and also a goddess. She immediately cast a spell in the place where the Tushan clan stored secret arts.

She pointed at Wei Yuan's brow and directly entered his dream to communicate with him.

When the anxious Nü Jiao arrived,

she saw Xing Tian in the dream, laughing heartily as he used his shield to embed Wei Yuan directly into a rock.

He was trying hard to dig him out.

Zhu Jiuyin was calmly drinking tea. When he noticed someone coming, he instantly closed his eyes, his expression unchanged, and his bearing long and profound.

Wei Yuan saw Nü Jiao and was overjoyed. His lips moved silently.

"Save me!"

Nü Jiao's expression changed from anxious to stunned, and then the corners of her mouth curved up, the arc getting bigger and bigger. The expression of this goddess quickly became playful and interesting, and quite, quite happy. A familiar feeling made Wei Yuan's scalp tingle, and the corner of his mouth twitched—usually at this time, he and Yu the Great would be unlucky.

As for Qi?

That fortune teller would run away half an hour early.

The ancestor of astrology went into stealth and sacrificed two teammate cards to attract firepower, exchanging them for his own escape from the battlefield.

Quite the scoundrel.

Then, as Wei Yuan's expression changed from hope to a loss of light, the family member and teacher of the student had a friendly and cordial communication. The instructor, Xing Tian, and the headmaster, Zhu Jiuyin, expressed their importance to the student and their greetings to the parent, and reached a high degree of consensus on the matter of strengthening and increasing Wei's training.

They were just a little puzzled as to why Zhu Jiuyin kept his eyes closed.

Zhu Jiuyin wore a gray robe, his face was ancient, and his temperament was deep and vast. He said faintly:

"I see and it is day; I close and it is night. I do not look upon the mortal realm."

These words were indifferent and distant, yet they possessed a grandeur that was difficult for ordinary people to match.

Wei Yuan was shocked.

This guy is so eloquent?!

Nü Jiao didn't think much about it.

At least in her memory, the persona of the dragon who illuminates the ninefold darkness was still quite well established.

She stood up with a satisfied smile.

She touched Wei Yuan's head and said, "Good little brother, be good and train hard here."

Then, just like a parent sending their gold-devouring pet to a kindergarten teacher, she felt relieved and left quite happily.

She clapped her hands, called over two little foxes, pointed at the corpse-like Wei Yuan, and said:

"Send him to the Quan City Museum."

The two little foxes looked curiously at the sleeping Wei Yuan, nodded together, and then rubbed their fleshy paws, puffed out their cheeks, and worked together to carry Wei Yuan up. Then, they used the wind-riding technique of the nine-tailed fox, carrying Wei Yuan all the way back.

Their cultivation and magic power were still far behind, so there were bound to be bumps along the way, but no matter how loud the noise, Wei Yuan remained sound asleep. It could be said that he was quite at ease and showed no signs of waking up.

"He can really sleep."

After delivering him to the museum, the fox spirit with dark circles under his eyes looked at Wei Yuan and said with emotion:

"I wonder what kind of dream he's having, sleeping so peacefully."

"However, it must be a beautiful dream that he doesn't want to wake up from."

The water ghost war soul next to him agreed and nodded repeatedly.

Everyone sighed in their hearts.

So peaceful.

It must be a good dream!

……………………

*Paji.*

*Boom!*

"Hahaha, not enough, not enough!"

Xing Tian, who was training, seemed to have found something interesting after a long time. His energy seemed endless, and his hearty laughter never stopped. Wei Yuan didn't know how long had passed in the dream. As for why, it was naturally because of that Great God Zhu Jiuyin who refused to open his eyes to look at the world.

This guy was, to some extent, a deity related to years and time.

Reducing the flow of time significantly in a dream was as simple as breathing.

The battle axe in Xing Tian's hand fell with a frequency that could be described as crazy.

However, compared to the initial inability to fight back, Wei Yuan had finally found some tricks at this time. Just like Xing Tian said, after being chopped by the same move thousands of times, as long as you didn't die, even a pig could grasp a little trick.

The Iron Eagle Sword in Wei Yuan's palm was used at a completely different level than before.

Just like Xing Tian said,

a pound of cotton couldn't kill anyone.

But the same pound of steel could be forged into a dagger or short sword.

This was the application of one's own mana.

Now, the way he used his Qi was in the style of the Age of Gods. Of course, this style was not achieved by any kind of cultivation technique, but was formed by Xing Tian's giant hammer hitting him again and again, a subconscious method.

With a *paji* sound,

in the thirtieth round of the fight, Wei Yuan was once again sent flying by Xing Tian's axe.

Lying on the ground, he felt exhausted all over, too lazy to move a finger. He panted to calm his strength and said, "...You're attacking too frequently. I can't even think."

Xing Tian took a swig of strong liquor and said with a hearty laugh, "No need to think."

He said, "In battle, what is needed is the control and grasp of Qi. Your attack must be faster than your own thinking and the opponent's thinking. You must make the opponent unable to keep up with your instincts. You must surpass the opponent's judgment and then pull the opponent into your rhythm."

"Fighting is not chess or composing music. It's not so beautiful and gentle. Fighting is a life-and-death struggle. It's a battle where you'll die if you're even a second late."

Xing Tian paused and added, "Of course, there are also ways to calculate back and forth."

"But I don't think you're suited to that style."

"Our style of fist-to-flesh combat is more suitable for you."

Wei Yuan: "…………"

No, I'm not the same style as you.

He supported himself to sit up and said, "But aren't you a civil official? Why do you know so much about fighting?"

Xing Tian scratched his head and waved for Wei Yuan to stand up and continue fighting. While answering, he said:

"Most people are pursuing uniqueness."

"In ancient times, it was the same."

Xing Tian waved his battle axe heartily and explained something to Wei Yuan in detail. The terrifying power of the battle axe, which seemed to break through everything in the world, made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

Wei Yuan seemed to understand something.

Was it to pursue uniqueness that a civil official was sent to learn martial arts?

Xing Tian said heartily:

"So, you also know, Ah Yuan, in our time, everyone was quite capable of fighting."

"Civil officials were very special. Besides, civil officials could get prey without fighting, which was so cool. So, how could one become a civil official?"

Wei Yuan had already noticed something wrong with the topic.

He fell into a kind of silence.

"Could it be..."

Xing Tian affirmed: "That's right. Of course, the most capable generals were selected from among the military officers."

"Besides, at that time, we also had to 'spread the law to the world'. How could others listen to you if you didn't have two axes in your hands? To reason with someone, a tiger won't listen to an ant, but if it's a Azure Dragon, the tiger will be very obedient."

Your logic is perfect. I can't refute it.

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. He finally realized how ridiculously different the civil officials of the Yellow Emperor's era were from the civil officials of the late Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors era. Xing Tian had already begun training at the level of training civil officials for the Yanhuang tribe. In addition to fighting Xing Tian, Wei Yuan in the dream also had to cook.

Yes, because Zhu Jiuyin was there.

What was even more outrageous was that

Zhu Jiuyin liked a light taste, while Xing Tian (with a head) liked the spicy style of Sichuan and Guizhou.

Soon, the third day arrived.

The so-called Takamagahara Festival was about to be held as scheduled.

The door of the museum was knocked open.

Feng Siyu, who came to freeload a meal, opened the door with snacks in her arms. She saw the handsome young Taoist, A Xuan, with a flame mark between his brows. The latter also saw the beautiful and ethereal Yu tribe girl. His eyes first fell on the snacks in Feng Siyu's arms, and then he moved away with great perseverance. He looked at the girl, cupped his hands, and said:

"Little Taoist Zhang Ruoxuan is here to find Curator Wei."

"To go to Takamagahara in Sakura Island together."

"Ah?! You're looking for Curator Wei..."

Feng Siyu threw a spicy broad bean into her mouth and said, "But Curator Wei is still sleeping."

The little Taoist swallowed carefully:

"Little Taoist can wait."

"Are you sure?"

"Curator Wei has been sleeping for almost three days."

"Ah, this..."

A Xuan was stunned.

His brain went blank for a moment, and then he frowned and thought about what to do. For a time, he was a little at a loss. Feng Siyu saw how upset he was and generously handed him a handful of snacks. "Do you want some?"

"Ah, okay, thank you."

The little Taoist subconsciously took the snacks.

"But Curator Wei..."

Feng Siyu asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious."

The girl's eyes turned and looked at a box in A Xuan's hand and said, "What is this?"

A Xuan said, "This is for Curator Wei. My senior brother told me that it's a Jiangnan snack, but actually..." Before the little Taoist A Xuan could finish his words, Feng Siyu's eyes lit up and she opened the box.

A Xuan's second half of the sentence just barely fell:

"It's a human head..."

The expectation on the girl's face instantly froze.

……………………

A moment later.

Feng Siyu's reaction was like A Xuan's when he was tricked by Zhang Ruosu into treating Xu Fu's head as a snack. She shrank on the sofa like a little sparrow, hugging a pillow and glaring at little A Xuan. Of course, this was not because of fear, but because of the huge contrast between opening the thing with appetite and seeing a human head.

A Xuan sat honestly.

His eyes looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart.

Next to him was the box containing Xu Fu's head.

However, this was the second time he had sent a head to Sakura Island.

The little Taoist thought.

Of course, his senior brother hated this sentence.

After hearing him say "sending a head", the old Taoist repeatedly worshiped the patriarch and spat several times with a "呸 呸 呸".

He even said something unlucky. The child didn't understand. At first, A Xuan thought it was a real taboo. Later, A Xuan learned that his senior brother was always sprayed by the sect masters and elders of other sects for "sending a head" those days.

But this time the treatment was much better.

The first time, the human head was pickled with lime. This time it was much more high-end. After the old chef in the back kitchen ranted with a kitchen knife that he would never allow this thing to be put in the refrigerator, the Old Celestial Master bought a bunch of ice cream online, and then while licking the ice cream cone, he reused the ice pack for a second time.

By the way, he put Xu Fu's head in a foam box.

"The Land of Propriety. It would be inappropriate to go without a gift." Zhang Ruosu said to A Xuan when he gave him the thing, "Even if they don't know how to treat guests, we can't lack our etiquette. Since it's the Takamagahara Festival, there's nothing more suitable than the head of Amenominakanushi."

"This can also be considered returning to his roots."

"Granting his wish."

"Go to Shenzhou!"

When he said this sentence, the old Taoist rarely had no smile. For the alchemist two thousand years ago, the strongest Celestial Master of the Celestial Master Mansion in a thousand years gave his own judgment without any mercy. A Xuan also received the decree of the Celestial Master and went to Sakura Island.

"But why is Curator Wei still sleeping?"

The little Taoist was a little dazed.

This thing had broken the chain before it even started.

In the end, he found a wheelchair from somewhere and put Wei Yuan directly on the wheelchair.

Wei Yuan put his hands on his legs, his eyes closed, his face as peaceful as if he had passed away.

"He's sleeping so soundly."

The little Taoist sighed in his heart.

Then he set off pushing Wei Yuan. Feng Siyu thought for a while and quietly followed behind. The reason was that Feng Siyu's Wind Manipulation Technique could greatly reduce the effort of traveling, and not because she wanted to go outside to taste something delicious, such an absurd reason.

In the end, Feng Siyu joined the team as a contract worker without a contract from the museum.

The water ghost secretly stuffed something into Feng Siyu's hand and muttered in the girl's ear for a long time. Feng Siyu looked at Wei Yuan and seemed to understand. She stuffed the thing into her pocket and took two bottles of the water ghost's special happy water.

At this moment, Takamagahara, Sakura Island, known as the Land of the Rising Sun, overlooked the residence of the myriad gods.

The so-called major event of human and gods rejoicing together was about to begin.

The whole world attached great importance to this extraordinary event and sent their own envoys.

Dream world.

Xing Tian said slowly:

"You actually did it. I'm proud of you."

"As long as you can pass the final assessment, you can go out."

"The golden autumn is refreshing, and the sweet osmanthus is fragrant. This is the year of parting, and also the season of harvest. I will celebrate your graduation in the most grand way. I am proud of you. The years of mountains and seas are still there. As long as you don't give up, then this world will also give you the glory you deserve. This is... um, it's an unbreakable truth. It's my expectation for you."

While he was saying this, he was secretly looking at his cheat sheet.

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Finally, after Xing Tian finished speaking the words on the cheat sheet, he let out a breath, and then with a hearty smile, he snapped his fingers.

"Enough small talk, let's start the final assessment now. You've been sleeping for three days, you want to wake up, right?"

Zhu Jiuyin helped along the way.

So, what appeared in front of Wei Yuan was—

Zhu Rong, who was sleeping and was confusedly pulled over.

Wu Zhiqi, who came to Wei Yuan's dream to extort games, was first shocked after learning what he had to do, and then laughed and happily accepted the invitation.

Xuanyuan Huangdi, whom Zhu Jiuyin pulled out from Xing Tian's combat memories—

The number one person who specializes in tough guys with his Xuanyuan Sword for five thousand years.

Emperor Yan, beautified by Xing Tian's personal filter.

Passing on the torch, a benevolent ruler.

Plus the biggest enemy of the Yanhuang tribe—

The Mountain and Sea War God, the Lord of War, Chi You, a tough guy who surpassed Gonggong.

Xing Tian was once a general of Emperor Yan, and he participated in the battle between the Yanhuang tribe and Chi You.

Wei Yuan: "…………"

At the very front, Xing Tian spread his arms, gave Wei Yuan a thumbs up, showed a row of white teeth, and laughed heartily:

"Come on, Ah Yuan, I will celebrate your graduation in the most grand way. Don't worry, the fake is fake. Zhu Jiuyin has suppressed their power. I, Zhu Rong, and the Water God will also suppress our power."

"You can do it!"

"Assessment goal: support for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense."

"Now..."

Xing Tian took off his head and put it on the table.

His chest suddenly opened his eyes, and then he raised the axe high with a wild laugh:

"You little bastard."

"Die!!!"

ps: Today's first update... 4,200 words.

I feel like I can't write directly to Sakura Island in one chapter, it's difficult... 'Smoking hand trembles slightly expression pack'... Keep writing.