Chapter 133

A hundred and thirty years ago.

The first meeting was actually by the lake.

It's a well-known habit that the Lady of the Lake enjoys picking up human children and adopting them, taking them to the Faerie Realm. Of course, in the end, she always entrusted these children to other fairies to care for. But ultimately, those tempered in the Faerie Realm would become the greatest heroes of their era.

But that one time, when the Lady of the Lake snuck out for a stroll, she picked up not a human child, but a human teenager who had collapsed by the roadside.

He had a sword case on his back, and in his right hand, he held a cold, long sword of a style different from Europa.

His whole posture practically screamed, "Don't stop."

The Lady of the Lake didn't like taking human teenagers home. She could see that although this young man was a mess, as if he had fought his way out of somewhere, and looked like he was about to kick the bucket, his aura was as powerful as the mythical dragon kings like Tiamat or Nidhogg in legends.

The blood flowing from him made countless creatures tremble, unable to approach.

No wonder it was so quiet here today. Was a God Era ancient dragon lying here?

The maiden completely ignored the swordsman and left in an elegant circle. But she couldn't complete her movement. The teenager lying there grabbed the maiden's ankle with his left hand, while still holding his sword in his right. The Lady of the Lake froze, then gritted her teeth, "Let go!"

"Let go of me!"

Back then, Merlin, that old pervert, had only had a thought about her and was immediately sealed away.

But this teenager, she didn't know what his identity was. A surge of Dao followed nature, immune to most spells. The Lady of the Lake was so angry that she lifted her skirt with both hands, and couldn't make him let go even when she stepped on the teenager's back with her right foot. In the end, after casting who knows how many faerie spells and still being unable to stun the teenager, the Lady of the Lake had no choice but to drag him back.

Later, she found out that this guy had collapsed here because he was starving.

He had fainted from hunger.

"I can't communicate with the people here. You are also of the clear and natural essence of heaven and earth, so I can barely communicate with you. What kind of bird language are the people here speaking?"

The young swordsman, who had devoured a table full of food, lay on the bed, his face delicate, his sword-like eyebrows sharp, his black hair messy, tied into a ponytail. He smiled like a warm sun and introduced himself, saying that he came from the legendary country of the East and was here to train.

He was covered in injuries.

The most serious sword wound had almost pierced him through.

But the young swordsman never mentioned the origin of this sword wound.

He stayed in the Faerie Realm for a whole month, mainly to learn the language. The Lady of the Lake quite disliked this guy, but the other fairies all said that this person was very good, and that the Queen couldn't treat him like this. But she still didn't like him.

She didn't like his free appearance, didn't like his nonchalant attitude as if nothing could leave a mark in his heart, didn't like his carefree way of humming songs while doing simple carpentry to earn food, and didn't like the smile in his black eyes.

However, during that time, as the Faerie Queen, she still had to interact with him.

When teaching him dance etiquette, the young swordsman's right hand was stiff and unyielding, always maintaining the style of a swordsman.

And he could never learn the most elegant faerie dance.

Once, she secretly went to watch and found that this guy was using clones to fool the other fairies, while he himself was making spinning tops and kites, and having fun with the other little fairies, the Eastern swordsman with black hair and ink pupils, surrounded by fairies from Western epics and little fairies with transparent wings, smiling freely.

That was different from the great knights struggling with fate.

But he also possessed the aura of a hero.

As for why compare him to those great knights who danced with fate?

Of course, because that was the Lady of the Lake's ideal type!

Naturally, otherwise, why were all her many adopted children knights of legendary caliber?

Although it later turned into a nurturing mindset, when she looked at those great knights, all that flashed through her mind was the state of these little guys in their childhood. It was a pity for the black-haired guy, who looked quite good, but didn't seem like a knight at all.

Hmm, what kind of dance is this? He seems to be having fun.

Finally, the young swordsman flicked his whip, and the spinning top flew up, making a very difficult move. The swordsman turned his body, catching the spinning top in the air with a very dashing and beautiful posture, without using any supernatural powers, all purely martial arts skills, dashing and beautiful.

A little fairy sitting on the swordsman's shoulder flew up happily, kissed the swordsman's cheek, and then flew away blushing, while the young swordsman didn't care, standing there with a smile.

The fairies surrounding him saw the Lady of the Lake and scattered in a panic.

The Lady of the Lake's pair of emerald pupils looked down at the smiling black-haired teenager.

"You, come here!"

During today's faerie court dance, the young man's right foot was stepped on by the Lady of the Lake countless times.

A month later, the young man's injuries had recovered to about fifty percent, and he left the Faerie Realm.

When he left, he had invited the Lady of the Lake: "I think you're quite bored here."

"Do you want to go out and have some fun?"

The Lady of the Lake kicked him out.

"I am the Queen of the Faerie Realm. What kind of shabby invitation is that?"

At that time, the swordsman hesitated and said sincerely:

"Perhaps it's a bit offensive to say this, but if you really can't come with me…"

The black-haired teenager looked at the emerald-eyed fairy, his expression without any artifice, full of emotion, which made the Lady of the Lake couldn't help but feel moved, and then said:

"Then can you give me some wine?"

The swordsman revealed his true colors, his eyes gleaming.

In exchange for a look from the Lady of the Lake as if she were looking at garbage.

And a sentence in clear Shenzhou language.

"Get lost!!!"

"Alright, alright."

The swordsman ran away carrying his luggage in a sorry state.

Originally, she thought that she would never see that person again from now on. After all, as a long-lived species and short-lived species, even the most famous heroes in the entire West were like stars streaking across the sky, eventually disappearing from her life. The black-haired swordsman who was still being talked about by the fairies in the Faerie Realm.

In fact, soon, not even a trace would be left behind.

That was how it was supposed to be, but later, the royal family of Mist City, and a series of supernaturals, in order to allow the supernatural of the human world to complete their inheritance, actually took out something, saying that it was the object of the contract from back then.

They demanded that the Faerie Realm fulfill the contract with the King from back then, and the request they made this time was that the current Faerie Queen, the Lady of the Lake, marry the prince in order to purify the royal family's Red Dragon bloodline.

But the contract from back then had already been completed.

This belonged to the other side taking advantage of the loopholes with the strength of the entire country to create a contract deception.

However, the entire Faerie Kingdom had a special ability similar to a 'contract'. Once the contract was violated, there would be huge penalties and backlash. It was a kind of self-restraint. Of course, it was not impossible to undo, but the other party had indeed paid a sufficient price and was very sincere.

The other members of the Faerie Realm's Immortal Council all agreed.

Both sides were very satisfied, but no one had asked the Lady of the Lake's opinion. The composition of the Faerie Realm was not a strong power state, but similar to a council. But just as the final matter was about to be completed, news came.

Before the Gate of Truth, a young swordsman from the East broke through the royal guards with his sword.

With one sword, he shattered the fifteen-meter-high mithril gate.

Then, surrounded by layers of encirclement, the swordsman, whose name had not yet resounded throughout the human world, pierced through the siege of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table of that era, covered in blood, and appeared before the Faerie Gate, holding the object of the contract from back then.

"A drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring."

Finally, under the heavy encirclement, under the eyes of more than a hundred supernatural cultivators, the contemporary Twelve Knights of the Round Table, and the Faerie Council, the swordsman from Shenzhou, looking carefree, this time holding his sword in his left hand, extended his right hand, bowed slightly, the sleeves of his Eastern-style robe rising and falling.

Like a knight making an invitation.

He had the so-called object of the contract hanging from his waist.

Full sleeves of moonlight, a body full of sword energy.

'I am the Queen of the Faerie Realm. What kind of shabby invitation is that?'

The swordsman smiled brightly.

"Vivian."

He said, "I'm here to snatch you away!"

……………………

The starlight scattered in the forest that year, and those bright black pupils were still in her heart.

At that moment, that was her knight, not a knight who submitted to fate, but a knight who cut off fate. The Lady of the Lake closed her eyes, her heart warm, as if the starlight of that night was still falling in her heart. Taotie asked curiously, "Who is he?"

"I'll take you to find him!"

The Lady of the Lake said softly, "He, he is the most amazing, the most amazing swordsman."

"Zhang Ruosu."

………………

"Achoo!"

An old Daoist priest, who was already one hundred and forty years old, sneezed, his body shaking. He murmured in confusion, "Hiss… where does this strange chill come from? Strange, strange…"

The old Daoist priest shook his body.

He had just finished arranging a large formation at the research institute.

'The truly correct way to use authority.'

It must be used this way.

Shenzhou naturally had to use people to overcome the heavens. Was he going to feed it to Old Zhao? No way, no way.

That old golden crow already had indigestion.

Its body was gone, what was it eating for?

That's what he said, but this was also Zhao Gongming's opinion. He had personally watched the human race gradually prosper, so he was willing to give this as a gift to the human world again. At most, he would buy some fried soybeans for the old golden crow to practice its beak.

In the face of the great calamity, everything was being arranged in an orderly manner.

Zhang Ruosu felt that this matter should be notified to Wei Yuan.

He did a quick calculation.

Hmm, calling at this time would affect Wei Yuan's good deeds and interrupt his atmosphere?

The old Daoist priest pondered.

Wouldn't that be even better!

If you're not happy, I'll be even happier!

The old Daoist priest had no scruples and called cheerfully.

After the call was connected, for some reason, it was as if the other side was secretly doing something and was suddenly interrupted by a phone call. Wei Yuan's tone was a bit gnashing, which made the young swordsman who had once roamed the world, and now the old Daoist priest, even happier, as if he had drunk a pot of good wine.

Your bad luck is my happiness, haha!

Although it was the same the other way around for Wei Yuan, this was a sign that the relationship had reached a certain level. The old man's tone was pleasant, and he explained his use of the sun myth concept. Wei Yuan's tone was calm, and he said, "That's what should have been done…"

"Not just us, this land should also have the power to fight against the gods."

The sense of oppression that had always existed in his heart since he learned the true history from Xuanyuan finally eased a little. After that, he had to hone his strength and further improve the strength of his teammates in order to cope with the great calamity…

Wei Yuan thought of the monkey, and his mind turned to thinking about whether he should also learn some physics?

Hmm, reading some books might be useful.

He also had to accept the training of those old guys.

Zhang Ruosu's mouth curved up on the other side of the phone. He suddenly shouted loudly:

"Well then, Wei Yuan, you and Miss Jue can chat slowly, hahaha, I, the old Daoist priest, won't disturb you!!!" This sentence directly used the Shangqing Jade Tone method of the Daoist sect, directly entering the soul. It could be heard clearly on this side of the phone.

Wei Yuan's body stiffened.

The girl next to him had a slightly red face, trying her best to maintain her composure.

She had just asked if he wanted to go on a date when the old Daoist priest's phone call came.

He really knew how to pick the time!

Wei Museum Master hated it secretly.

The girl slightly lowered her eyes, controlling her emotions, and said, "Then, when?"

Wei Yuan exhaled and said, "Now."

If it was later, Nüjiao would probably rush over urgently.

There must be a 'spy' in this museum!

He just didn't know which one it was.

"Eh?!! N, now?!"

Wei Yuan grabbed Jue's wrist and stood up, his heart full of vigilance towards Nüjiao, and the determination to protect his date no matter what. Both of their minds were in a mess. After walking a few steps, the auntie in front of them was stunned, and then a strange ambiguous smile appeared on her face, "Ah, this, are young people so eager?"

"Oh, hehehehe… so young."

The auntie had a happy smile on her face.

While reaching out to cover the corners of her mouth that were almost reaching her ears, she quickly moved past in small steps. Her Southern Fist-style legwork was used beyond her normal level, almost flying past in a flash. Wei Yuan's sharp hearing clearly heard the voice over there.

"Hey, have you heard? Museum Master Wei and Miss Jue seem to be living together?"

"What? They're engaged?!"

"What? Is Old Street going to have a wedding banquet?!"

"What are you saying? They're getting married in Old Street tomorrow?!"

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Jue: "…………"

He lowered his head and saw that his clothes were fine, but the girl was obviously dressed at home, lazy, fluffy, and warm, wearing white cotton slippers. Wei Yuan was wearing black ones. There was a smiling curve on the girl's cotton slippers, and Wei Yuan's had a winking expression.

They were bought in bulk by the frugal master Yuanjue, along with the museum's Hello Kitty cooking apron, and the great monk, used to being thrifty, directly gave them to the two of them.

The two of them looked at this outfit, and their faces slowly turned red. The girl's little feet subconsciously shrank back.

"Then, then I'll go change clothes first…"

Jue stammered.

Then she turned around and flew back. Before Wei Yuan could say anything, he saw the girl's elegant and swift back. In the end, he stood in the cold winter, but felt that his blood was boiling. He squatted down, reached out, and pressed his hand on his face, covering the uncontrollable curve.

"Mommy, there's a big brother over there smiling foolishly!"

"Children can't tell the truth!"

………………

Far away, the old Daoist priest stroked his beard and laughed loudly.

"Good, hahaha."

"Go well, Wei Yuan, but you have to take good care of this relationship, otherwise, I'm afraid all seven stars of the Big Dipper will light up. Sigh." The old Daoist priest thought of the existence of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden, and couldn't help but sigh, feeling that Wei Yuan's death omen star was brighter than the sun.

Really, bright, so bright.

Then he walked with light steps, with the joy of resolving things.

With the happiness of having turned the tables on Wei Yuan, and the gossip-loving heart of preparing to eat melons and watch the show.

He prepared to return to Longhu Mountain to eat melons on the mountain.

Eating melons was truly a wonderful thing!

The old Daoist priest stroked his beard and smiled.

ps: Today's third update… 4,400 words.

The Celestial Master's past first appeared in Chapter 331. I have burned out and entered the cooling state. Next, it is estimated that it will take a while to cool down before there will be three updates. Lying down. Good night everyone in advance.