“Yuan…”

Dong Yuefeng stared blankly at the ancient character.

In the silence, only Bai Ze's snores echoed.

The old man adjusted his forehead and naturally thought, "...Is it the Sage Yan Yuan?"

"That benevolent man who restrained himself and returned to propriety?"

"He actually also has this… this…”

The old man was at a loss for words, not knowing how to describe the boldness and uprightness revealed in these characters. For some reason, the museum curator's image surfaced in his mind. Finally, he paused and said strangely:

"Also has such a frank and upright side?"

"It seems some stereotypes can't be fully believed. Yan Yuan also never took office, content with poverty and finding joy in the Way, which seems to fit. However, would someone as gentle and refined as him say, 'I can be killed but not humiliated; I will not serve the Son of Heaven above, nor serve the feudal lords below'?"

"This, this is too…"

The old man sighed, "This is too straightforward."

"Almost as stubborn as Curator Wei."

………………

The God who Holds Up the Sky had returned to human form, but it was hard to say how good he felt. Ordinary humans, beasts, even gods, could not harm him, because he was a god capable of bearing the concept of the heavens. But now, the destructive power of the Nine Li, at the level of Heaven's Wrath, had truly wounded him.

Even after returning to human form.

His right arm was still empty, and he wouldn't need any makeup to play Yang Guo in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*.

At this moment, the God who Holds Up the Sky was stunned, expressionless, in anger and pain.

But what caused his complex expression wasn't the defeat.

It was the group of Mountain and Sea Kunlun demonic beasts in human form surrounding him.

The hot pot was bubbling, with all kinds of food inside: sliced mutton, duck blood, and vegetables. Shi Yi sat down expressionlessly, nonchalantly taking out a portion of hot pot pulled noodles and putting them into the pot.

His skill was almost so practiced that the waiter next to him was amazed.

Chong lowered his head and looked at Shi Yi: "What… do you mean by bringing me here?"

"Don't want to come?"

Shi Yi was concise: "Can you still fight?"

Chong was silent and shook his head.

Shi Yi asked suspiciously, "If you can't fight, are you going to cry?"

Chong was furious.

"Of course not!"

Shi Yi used chopsticks to soak tripe in the soup, calmly and rationally saying:

"Then if you can't fight and you're not going to cry, why not eat something?"

Chong: "…………"

I can't refute that.

Ju Fu, who had drunk too much, slurred, "Old Shi, be careful. Tripe only needs to be rinsed for seven seconds, otherwise it'll be too tough if it's overcooked."

Shi Yi adjusted his sunglasses: "I never make mistakes with time."

And Chong sat down expressionlessly.

A moment later, he had an apron with the words 'Hai'an撈' written on it.

A butterfly knot was also thoughtfully tied on his severed left arm.

Shi Yi nodded, was silent for three seconds, turned his head away, and his shoulders twitched.

Then twitched violently.

He turned his head back, expressionless, and said seriously:

"It suits you."

Chong viciously stuffed a slice of meat covered in sesame sauce into his mouth. Perhaps thanks to the food, the expression on his face seemed less stiff and violent, and somewhat better. He had eaten a lot of human food with Zhuanxu. Who said that people who cause trouble only know how to cause trouble and sneer behind their backs?

You still have to eat when you should, and drink water when you're thirsty. To put it bluntly,

Even the cool and awesome demonic villains in various wuxia dramas.

Even if you plot to conquer the world, you still have to wipe your butt. Go ahead and don't use paper if you have the guts.

Chong said, "In any case, thank you for saving me and throwing away your salary card."

"I owe you a favor."

Shi Yi replied, "Okay, I'll remember that favor."

"I just happen to want something."

"What?"

"Nuwa's clay for creating humans, is there any left? After all, you also carried the sky, so Nuwa gave you some as a reward, right?"

Even though Nuwa's clay for creating humans was extremely valuable, Chong nodded without hesitation.

"There's still some left."

Shi Yi nodded.

Chong still said slowly:

"After all, it was me who caused you to voluntarily give up the reward you got from traveling in the human world."

Shi Yi's expression was calm: "It's okay."

This question and answer were extremely cold and decisive.

Neither Shi Yi nor Chong seemed to be losing face for the gods at this time.

And at this moment, Shi Yi raised his right hand, shook his palm, and a pile of salary cards fell down, calmly adding:

"Anyway, I have other salary cards."

Chong, who had just promised to take out a portion of Nuwa's clay for creating humans, was stunned:

"Huh?!"

Shi Yi replied slowly:

"Money is the result of workers completing tasks within a certain period of time, and as the God of Time, it's reasonable for me to work three hundred jobs at the same time, isn't it?"

"Controlling time, accelerating time."

"Completing piecework within a second."

Chong: "…………"

Shi Yi glanced at Chong: "As for what you're going to do during this time, I have a good place to go."

The next day, during the day, Chong was wearing short sleeves and camouflage clothes, standing on a construction site. The foreman patted him on the shoulder, a burly man wiping his tears, and said with emotion, "So that's how it is, you were bullied so badly that your arm was even removed. It's okay, I heard you've cultivated your body pretty well?"

"Don't worry, we charge by the piece here."

Chong carried steel bars on his shoulders, gritting his teeth and looking at Shi Yi: "You…"

"How can you endure such a life!"

"How can you tolerate such treatment? Voluntarily doing these lowly things? How can you mix with them?!"

He was extremely angry.

Shi Yi replied calmly:

"Because I am a god."

谷</span>“You…………!”

Chong couldn't say anything for a moment.

But for some reason, he always felt like he had forgotten something.

What was it?

………………

"Yesterday, a huge earthquake occurred in the Guanzhong area and has been brought under control."

"The Mausoleum of the First Emperor and the Qian Mausoleum suffered some damage."

"There were no casualties."

People lowered their heads and looked at the news push on their phones. At the Qian Mausoleum, because it had been struck by the furious God Who Holds Up the Sky and the Pangu Codex, the entire underground collapsed. Finally, during the battle at the Mausoleum of the First Emperor not far away, a girl who should have been in a coffin opened her eyes.

“…Looks like, he's gone.”

She reached out, pushed open the coffin, jumped out, and patted her clothes.

"Strange… why can't I remember anything?"

"Where is this?"

She muttered in confusion.

The God Who Holds Up the Sky's reshaped body walked out of the dark Qian Mausoleum and came outside. Then, he was treated as a lingering tourist and arranged to take a bus back to the city. Finally, seeing this world that was completely different from his subconscious, the girl was crushed by the times and muttered.

She walked blankly and aimlessly.

Such a lost look, or rather, a naive and easily deceived appearance, at least looked easily deceived, caught the eye of some people with ulterior motives. Especially since this reshaped body had a dignified and beautiful face, it naturally attracted the attention of some people with ulterior motives.

Two women who looked very enthusiastic, like the aunties next door, exchanged glances.

'What a pretty girl.'

'Lost, right? Heh… looks like a student, easy to deceive.'

'Isn't so-and-so looking for a wife for his son?'

'Heh, yeah, this figure, this look… tsk tsk, valuable.'

The two women approached with harmless smiles, greeting:

"Hello… little girl."

The girl turned her head, her eyes blank, pure, and harmless, smiling softly like a very weak and easily deceived little white rabbit.

………………

"So, I left the Taotie there for the time being. I don't know what to do with him. In the current situation, Kunlun is neutral. It's hard to say whether the mountain gods of Kunlun will help us. In the human world, there's Chi You and Gonggong. Outside, there are the scattered Mountain and Sea, and the still intact and huge Great Wilderness."

"And the ancient Emperor, the gods Shu and Hu, and Hundun, who died because of them."

"And the Nine Netherworlds, and the legendary Xu."

"I always feel like the human world doesn't seem that big anymore."

"What should I do? Sometimes I really feel like I'm in a dilemma. I have a terrible headache."

The emperor whispered in response, "Naturally, we must muster our remaining strength and try to counterattack…"

"Since King Yu has completely separated the opponent, he has already given us an opportunity."

"First conquer the weak…"

"Then subdue the strong… As for those who are neither strong nor weak, they will naturally be under our control."

The whispered voice slowly subsided. The First Emperor, who had only briefly recovered and whose soul had not been completely condensed, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully, with others still present, after experiencing his childhood.

"Really, it's easy to say, but I'm not you."

Wei Yuan muttered a few words, and when he saw that the emperor was sleeping peacefully, his brows relaxed, not as tightly furrowed as usual.

When Bai Qi saw that Wei Yuan was holding the Iron Eagle Sword, and the emperor was still sleeping peacefully, he sighed in his eyes. Wei Yuan put his finger to his lips, signaling Wu'an Jun to come out with him, and then breathed a sigh of relief. A familiar voice came to his ears.

It was Zhu Jiuyin—

Finish your business outside and come back.

I have something to tell you.

Wei Yuan nodded slightly. In fact, he also had many things to ask. Even if Zhu Jiuyin didn't look for him, he would go back to ask. As a mortal in the first life, Wei Yuan was not qualified to come into contact with mythological concepts. He had only heard of them slightly, so he had to ask clearly what this so-called mythological concept really meant. He already had a vague feeling.

The mythological concept of gods…

And why the heroes who fought against each other in prehistoric times and the age of gods inevitably had their own inherited weapons.

Xuanyuan Sword, Chi You's Demonic Weapon, Xing Tian's Axe, Shennong's Whip, Ye Ying Sword, Sun-Shooting Bow.

What is the connection between these two?

But he still had to wait for Zhu Jiuyin to say it himself. Before that, Wei Yuan had to solve one thing. He turned his head back and saw Bai Qi, who looked refined and like a man in his forties, still handsome, with eyes as deep as the sea. The latter returned a smile.

Wei Yuan subconsciously grabbed his phone.

………………

Half a day later.

Longhu Mountain.

The Old Celestial Master saw Wei Yuan suddenly visiting in front of him.

He was shocked: "You, what are you doing here again?!"

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and said, "Of course, I'm here to give you wine, haha, Fellow Daoist Zhang, don't be polite, don't be polite. Come, this is the wine I got from traveling during this time. I came here specifically to give it to you. This is the wine from the Great Wilderness Mao Min Country. The taste is clear and you must try it. And this, this is the wine personally brewed by the divine beast Bai Ze. This, this is brewed by the old mountain master of Chongwu of the Kunlun gods himself with hundreds of fruits from the mountain."

"And this, this is brewed by the mountain god of Taiqi Mountain with the clear spring in the mountain. This, and this must also be drunk, haha, the Nine Virtues of Heaven, the water god Changcheng himself made it with the water that nurtures divinity, good stuff, good stuff!"

Wei Yuan had a gentle smile, and his sleeves were like a mountain.

He kept taking out bottles of rare wines that were rarely seen in the human world.

In a moment, he filled the old Taoist's table. And they were all legendary wines, almost sticking Zhang Ruosu's eyeballs to them. He twitched at the corner of his mouth and said, "No good deed goes unpunished, Wei Yuan."

He thought, "Could it be that this old Taoist is about to die?"

"How could it be? I think your body is so good that you can live for hundreds of years."

The old man was suspicious: "But you're suddenly so nice to me, I always feel like my lifespan is over."

"Or did you do something?"

Wei Yuan laughed heartily: "Oh, look at you, what can I do?!"

"Isn't it just that I miss you and thought I should bring Fellow Daoist Zhang some good wine? If you don't like it, I'll send it to Mr. Lin Shouyi." Only then did Zhang Ruosu take out a bottle of wine with suspicion, squinted his eyes, smelled the taste, and said with a face full of intoxication:

"Then what's the matter with you?"

"Actually, it's nothing."

"It's just that I have a friend to introduce to you."

Wei Yuan said honestly.

After the old man carefully poured a glass of wine and took a sip.

He pointed to the figure that appeared behind him and said, "Let me introduce you."

"This is my senior."

"Bai Qi."

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

Happy Winter Solstice, everyone, did you eat dumplings?