Chapter 473 Hero

Zhang Ruosu looked at Wei Yuan with a smile.

Going to North India and taking out a double ticket.

A trip on the public dime!

Reimbursement possible!

That way, this kid would definitely understand what it meant, like, you know what I mean, right?

The old Heavenly Master's abacus was clicking away in his mind. He couldn't leave Longhu Mountain right now, and Wei Yuan's combat power was well known. Headstrong? That headstrong personality was a debuff on his own turf, but it was an ultimate positive buff somewhere else.

In the game, teammates who steal their jungler's red buff are trash.

But teammates who wipe out all the enemy's wild monsters are gods.

Awaken, the headstrong power hidden in your flesh! In the name of the Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master, Wei Yuan, the seal is released! Go out and cause a ruckus!

The old Daoist muttered to himself.

Of course, he had a deeper, more personal goal.

His heart just couldn't take it anymore.

Going out and digging up the four sages of the military strategists and the number one of the Ten Philosophers of the Martial Temple, Bai Qi, who was the first of the ten philosophers on the left side of Jiang Taigong in the Martial Temple of the Tang Dynasty. Now you can dig him out. I can't imagine what kind of people you'll unearth if you stay in Shenzhou for a little while longer. jpg

I just don't believe it.

I'll throw you abroad, into the same ancient pantheon, and see what kind of waves you can make.

It would also allow this old Daoist's heart to relax a little.

Of course, Zhang Ruosu naturally knew that his relationship with Wei Yuan was quite good, and the other party definitely knew his little calculations, but well, there were still two ultimate moves: eating and drinking on the public dime and getting reimbursed afterward. He didn't believe that this guy could resist. He didn't know why, but this kid's affinity with wealth was extremely poor.

And he disdained making money through his cultivation.

In short.

Powerful but poor.

However, as friends who were very familiar with each other, the old Daoist naturally knew that there would definitely be some bargaining and haggling before they finally decided. He was prepared, after all, it could be considered a form of recreation.

But he didn't expect Wei Yuan to look him up and down.

The museum owner's eyes undoubtedly saw the subtext.

But, but he didn't take the opportunity to haggle!

A look of pity appeared in Wei Yuan's eyes, and he nodded, sighing,

"There are things to do, aren't there?"

"Don't worry, Lao Zhang, I'll go."

Zhang Ruosu's smile froze.

"Huh?!"

What's the problem?

Wait, that's not right...

Well, don't panic, maybe this kid is just pretending.

Keep calm in the face of great events. I need to stay calm.

The old man's mouth twitched. Wei Yuan, who had suddenly become strangely agreeable and even carried a bit of pity, made his brow twitch. He felt a sudden panic in his heart, feeling like something was about to happen. The museum owner patted him on the shoulder and sighed,

"It's just a business trip, don't worry, leave everything to me, don't worry."

"There's no need for public funds for eating and drinking, but you can put it on me. Buy some wine yourself, recharge some money for the game, or if that doesn't work, if there's any wine you want to drink, I'll definitely get it back for you this time. I'll even find a way to get you the fine wine from ancient India."

The little Daoist A Xuan was stunned and said, "Museum Owner Wei, my senior brother can't drink."

The museum owner was amiable, "It's okay."

"Drink if you want to."

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Ruosu: "??!!"

That's not right.

There's a problem!

A big problem. This is something to panic about.

Wei Yuan looked at the bewildered old Daoist, his eyes glancing over the elegant, beautiful, and gentle Tiannv Jue, at least for now, and sighed in his heart. He also looked at the little Daoist and Feng Siyu next to him, a smile unconsciously appearing at the corner of his mouth, causing the two little fellows to be at a loss, not knowing what to do. Even Feng Siyu slowed down her eating.

Feng Siyu shrank her neck and said stubbornly,

"Museum Owner Wei, I did my online homework..."

Although A Xuan did it.

Museum Owner Wei smiled and said, "It's okay, you guys eat yours."

He looked at Feng Siyu and A Xuan with a smile.

Looking at the flame mark on the latter's brow.

The gods in the Age of Gods all know that whenever Crown Prince Changqin plays the Fenglai Qin, no matter how far away, the phoenix bird will definitely come. Not bad, not bad at all… childhood sweethearts, innocent playmates.

He wondered in his heart, should he just move the Civil Affairs Bureau over?

Directly using the supernatural power of moving mountains and filling seas to carry it over.

Or directly ask a mountain god for help with a meal.

Don't worry, the museum will pay the processing fee.

Hmm, can Feng Siyu's ID card be used to get a marriage certificate?

No wonder Zhurong would respond to Feng Siyu's prayers even in his sleep. Heh… the Feathers People Country in the East Sea.

The Feng Hong Clan.

No wonder.

Interesting, interesting.

Because he had learned some secrets, Wei Yuan, who was in a low mood, also had a rare hint of a slightly relaxed tone. Of course, in the end, this smile made the two little fellows at a loss and made the old Daoist's scalp tingle.

He knew that he seemed to be out of luck.

But he didn't know where the bad luck was coming from.

Wei Yuan himself patted the old Daoist on the shoulder and went down the mountain happily.

The Tu Shan clan's ancestral motto, taught by the eldest sister through words and deeds—

Making the other party feel anxious and uneasy is actually a delightful trick.

Just take this as the reward for going out on a business trip.

As for the Male and Female Dragon Tiger Swords, Wei Yuan planned to give them to the old Daoist after he returned from North India. After all, the old man had just said that it seemed like some gods had revived, so it was better to have a few handy weapons on hand. Well, the more weapons, the better.

However, what about the sword-wielding Rama who manifested during the Tang Dynasty?

What the hell is that?

Don't recognize it.

Don't understand it.

Never seen it.

Wei Yuan pondered. He was also in ancient India during the Tang Dynasty. How come he never saw this thing? But no matter, he'll just meet it when the time comes… He returned to the vicinity of Quanshi alone, riding the wind. By the time he returned, it was already dark.

Bai Qi needed certain procedures because of his identity, so he stayed at Longhu Mountain for the time being.

Alone on the way, the spirit that had been forcibly raised earlier gradually subsided.

In fact, the old Daoist saw that Wei Yuan's mood was relatively low as soon as they met.

This was normal.

Having learned of such enormous pressure, it was impossible to turn a blind eye.

Wei Yuan was just a person, not a machine without emotional fluctuations. Since he was a person, he would feel fear, feel at a loss, feel powerless, be hurt, feel pain, be afraid, and die, but he would also rise up because of it, and therefore move forward.

Wei Yuan rubbed his brow, his thoughts clear and calm. Now.

There were only two directions he could take. The first was to increase his own strength, increase the strength of his teammates, and comprehensively raise the ability of modern human Shenzhou to deal with disasters. The second point was to try to awaken the ancient heroes, like Bai Qi, like the First Emperor.

The first point, the overall improvement of Shenzhou's ability, needed to be done slowly.

This could not be accomplished overnight.

But at least, the highest-level destructive human weapon could cause some damage to gods like the Four Fiends. Although the other party would open the concept of mythology, the impact of this nuclear weapon would be further reduced, but such strength was enough to give a devastating impact to most ordinary demons and ordinary small gods.

Especially good at eliminating medium and low-level, large-scale demons.

Find a demon's nest and throw it in. Okay, you can watch the mushroom cloud.

It's faster than drawing a sword and killing them.

But this also has limitations.

Weapons that must reach or approach the temperature of the sun are effective.

And this directly renders most conventional weapons useless.

After all, the core temperature is related to the explosion yield.

Moreover, this thing is probably useless for gods who wield fire.

These bastards are immune to fire, and the body of the gods can disperse and avoid the impact in time.

You can't possibly plan to use nuclear fusion and nuclear fission to bombard the Golden Crow that represents the Great Sun, right?

Fire can't even roast the Bifang bird.

Gu gave a thumbs up to Yu the Great for this.

Another problem is that humans are in the human world and lack high mobility.

And these gods themselves don't care about the human world. The mountains and seas where they are located are directly in another world, including the Great Wilderness. They can cross space to appear in the human world to cause destruction, but the human race's reverse tracking and attack capabilities are extremely weak compared to these gods.

However, Yu also buried Gonggong in the East Sea of the human world.

There is also the body of Chi You that can restrain Gonggong.

You have to abide by the rules of the human world when you come here, otherwise everyone will be finished together.

This buys valuable time.

In addition, Wei Yuan himself also urgently needs to improve his strength. He won against Chong by one move before because of Chi You's aura. He can't keep taking Chi You's wool every day. He must have his own strength. Well, on the one hand, he needs to develop the concept of Kunlun Mountain in the human world, and on the other hand.

Wei Yuan's own body also needs to have the combat ability of the concept of mythology.

Either he can take the old path himself and push his swordsmanship to the peak and forge a divine weapon.

Or he can learn from Kua Lin.

Find a ready-made mythological concept and then forge it into a divine weapon.

Such strength is bound to be weaker than those three mythological concepts, belonging to the type that takes shortcuts and is not of good quality, but at least he has it. As for how to create a mythological concept, the first method that Wei Yuan thought of was to kill one of the Four Fiends.

For example, if he can stabilize the golden pillar of luck, he can take back the concept of mythology of Qiongqi.

Or, well…

Kunlun Mountain Taotie, mythological concept, kill on the spot?

Kunlun products, honest and reliable.

The Taotie, who was so hungry that he was gnawing on rocks on Kunlun Mountain, shivered violently and raised his head suspiciously.

Then he continued to lower his head and gnaw on the rocks.

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Finally, after pondering for a long time, Wei Yuan realized that he had flown too far, so he had to turn around and return to the vicinity of the old street. He pressed down on his supernatural powers and walked on the road like an ordinary person. In winter, he didn't know if it was because of the influence of the mountain and sea rift or because the spiritual energy had recovered, but the cold wave had also become fierce, and it had even started to snow. Wei Yuan walked alone on this snowy road.

In the sky, riding the wind, he is a cultivator who has walked through the ages alone.

Walking on the ground, he is a person in the mortal world.

Wei Yuan put his hands in his pockets, listening to the whispers of the people coming and going, talking about today's work, today's life, either laughing or worrying, or saying that such worries are also a component of the human world. Wei Yuan exhaled a breath of white air, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

Welcome to reality, Wei Yuan.

Ji Xuanyuan's words rang in his ears, and Wei Yuan walked on the street.

Thinking about how to improve himself and how to strengthen the overall safety of Shenzhou.

As for what Ji Xuanyuan said, or rather, the half of the sentence that he didn't say, Wei Yuan understood—it's your turn now. Of course, there was no need to hesitate at all. Wei Yuan would choose to move forward without hesitation. He should protect these people to the best of his ability.

Even if he had to fight against the entire Great Wilderness.

Even if his opponents were the strong enemies who once made Xuanyuan lonely, caused Dayi to fall, and caused Emperor Shun to be besieged and killed.

My heart is not a stone, it cannot be turned!

Like an arrow made of bamboo from Nanshan, piercing the chaotic world straight through.

Under the light, the young man brushed the snow off his clothes and whispered:

"We must not yield, what is there to fear, right, Master..."

Wei Yuan had already thought about his goal for going to North India.

If he couldn't find a mythological concept, he could only try to advance his skills.

Like Dayi's peak of skill, for example...

A possibility of the future manifested by the Hetu Luoshu appeared in Wei Yuan's mind. Holding three thousand miles of Kunlun as a sword, if, according to what Zhujiuyin said, this is definitely a mythological concept-level ability, and if the human race wants to forge a divine weapon, the prerequisite is the extreme of the Dao or the peak of skill.

There is absolutely no possibility of taking shortcuts.

Only an unparalleled peak, skill approaching the Dao, there is not even a trace of luck in these four words.

So, is that future the one where he lost everything again, his state of mind returned to the peak of swordsmanship, finally ascended to the mythological concept, and took this opportunity to forge a divine weapon with the power of the Kunlun God, solidifying the future?

A feeling of desolation and loneliness emerged in Wei Yuan's heart.

Strong enemies, difficulties, choices, and himself all came to mind, as well as the approaching pressure and possibility of that future Kunlun Sword Master.

It was as if the winter snow had become cold and desolate, but when he opened the door, he was slightly stunned. He saw the warm light and the dishes placed on the table, with the wind rotating to hold the dishes up.

The girl in the fluffy pajamas was sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

She was holding a book in her hand and seemed to be dozing off, her head nodding little by little, and her high ponytail swaying behind her. But even so, her drooping fingers were still swaying, maintaining the magic and maintaining the temperature of the dishes.

Wei Yuan, who had been thinking about countermeasures and choices under strong pressure all the way, felt as if something had suddenly melted in his heart. The cold and calm reality had a feeling of being washed away. He slowed down his steps, walked over there, and looked at the Tiannv dozing off, suddenly sighing.

The desolate and lonely image of the peak of skill, Kunlun as a sword, that had just appeared in his heart shattered.

As long as the girl in front of him was still there, he could not fall into such a situation...

Wei Yuan whispered.

He sat down and looked at the girl's sleepy appearance.

…………

"The Museum Owner hasn't returned yet? Why don't you go back first, Miss Jue?"

"I'll just wait here."

Accompanied by almost no footsteps, the painter hiding on the second floor of the museum remembered the Tiannv below, swayed and flew down, and then suddenly froze. Under the warm light, the Museum Owner in black clothes, his hair wet with snow, was sitting cross-legged on the ground, quietly looking at the Tiannv dozing off against the sofa.

The sword for slaying demons and killing gods was placed next to him.

The young man's face was quiet, with a hint of a smile.

Noticing the appearance of the painter, the Museum Owner stretched out a finger and pressed it against his lips.

"Shhh..."

The painter's eyes widened, and he covered his mouth and nodded heavily.

He retreated step by step.

This time, he didn't record or anything. For some reason, seeing this scene, he felt touched.

He whispered in his heart.

Good luck… Museum Owner.

………………

The Tiannv, who had been looking through some ancient books and thinking about where the Queen Mother of the West might be, had been tired for a long time and fell asleep unconsciously. When she opened her eyes in a daze, she saw Wei Yuan sitting cross-legged next to her and was stunned: "Yuan, you're back?"

"Yeah."

"I prepared a meal for you. I guessed that you left in such a hurry that you probably didn't have time to eat."

"Yeah."

The Tiannv shook her head, seeming to have a headache from sleeping.

The Museum Owner looked at the girl and laughed as if he had remembered something. He said softly:

"Jue, you're really like a hero..."

The girl seemed to find it a little funny and said:

"What are you talking about, Yuan."

"A hero, isn't that someone who can appear at just the right time and save others?"

"I've read books."

"You're more like a hero, aren't you? You've saved a lot of people, like Kua Lin seems to have been saved by you, and that First Emperor, and many, many others. It's the same in this era. You defeated the Four Fiends, and many times..."

The young man watched the girl count something with great interest, and his heart relaxed for some reason, his eyes quiet.

Haven't you noticed...

The death of the ancient times.

The heart-piercing wound of the Overlord of Western Chu at the end of the Qin Dynasty.

The loneliness and desolation after losing everything in the Three Kingdoms.

And the exhaustion and coma when fighting to the death with the Mountain Lord.

You always appear at just the right time.

From ancient times to the present.

I may have been saving others all along.

But only you are saving me...

The girl swayed, her ponytail swaying.

Wei Yuan looked at the girl quietly, exhaled a breath, and suddenly laughed: "As expected."

He said: "People will indeed fall in love with the hero who saves them..."

"Jue."

ps: Today's third update... four thousand eight hundred words.

I shouldn't have said there would be a third update. The hand holding the cigarette is shaking slightly, numb, my writing is numb.

Okay, back to lazy mode again—a certain Yan, who is banned from staying at home but doesn't want to write any more words, holds tea, drinks tea, and exhales.