Reality

Lin Li and her old man walked out of the quiet room. She still had some doubts and puzzlement in her heart. She didn't understand why the owner of the Wei Pavilion agreed, and why the latter's attitude was different from what Zhou Yi said, but she didn't insist on this matter too much.

Everyone has secrets, there is no need to dig deep.

The old man's words that the strongest person in Taiping Dao is the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jue scared her.

But after coming to her senses and thinking carefully, she knew that it was impossible.

How could a modern person have seen the legendary ancient true cultivator? You know, there is no mountain or sea between them, nor a distance of one hundred or two hundred miles.

There are two thousand years between them.

Maybe it has something to do with some hermit predecessor who practices Taiping Dao.

Lin Li thought aimlessly, and then was sent away by her old man.

The old man shook his head and smiled, "We are leaving tomorrow. Why don't you go and have a good reunion with your friends in Beijing? What are you doing with me, an old man? It will probably take another half a year to come down from the mountain. Don't make noises on the mountain when the time comes."

"No way."

Lin Li stuck out his tongue, bowed, and left briskly.

He was going to tell his friend Zhou Yi what the museum owner agreed to, which was also a way to show off.

The old man smiled as his granddaughter went away, and slowly retracted his gaze.

He returned to his secret room.

He suddenly let out a long breath and let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

As soon as he let go, the nine-section staff fell down with a clang, but it did not lie flat like before.

Instead, it was suspended in the air, shaking continuously.

The old man slowly lowered his head and saw that his palm had been burned red. He was trembling slightly due to the severe pain, and even left traces of secret text due to the high temperature. He touched the traces on his palm, exhaled slowly, and looked at the nine-section staff, with shock and horror hidden in his eyes——

Although it was still very weak, the spirituality of the nine-section staff that had disappeared due to the breakage had been awakened.

He understood what this meant in the next moment, and his breathing stagnated slightly.

Just like the value of the male and female dragon and tiger swords to the Zhengyi School, the Zhengyi School and Quanzhen School are now flourishing in the world. Among them, Zhengyi is also listed in the Three Caves and Four Auxiliary Schools, and the revival of the Taiping Nine-section Staff represents the revival of the Taiping Department, which is one of the Three Caves and Four Auxiliary Schools of the Fundamental Daozang of Shenzhou.

It has been a thousand years since the Song Dynasty.

The old man couldn't believe it and murmured to himself:

"Taiping Dao... Daoist Master...?"

......

Wei Yuan hadn't eaten for three days and three nights.

After drinking that cup of tea, he finally woke up and felt hungry.

After he came out, he ate five servings of food, including fragrant oil-splashed noodles, twice-cooked pork, and a large plate of chicken noodles from a restaurant next to a long-distance highway. They were served one by one, and he ate heartily. Finally, he stuffed a boiled egg into his mouth, and then he was satisfied and felt that he was alive again.

But he saw a child next to him with half a plate of rice left.

He always felt a little itchy and wanted to push the boy's head over directly. He didn't do anything, just stared at him to finish his meal.

Wei Yuan held his right wrist with his left hand and used his greatest willpower to restrain this impulse.

He ate so cleanly that the waiter was a little surprised when he cleaned up. He smiled and said, "You have a good appetite, sir."

Wei Yuan looked at the plate, was silent for a while, and replied with a smile, "Always cherish food."

"Life now is hard-won..."

The waiter responded twice, but obviously didn't care too much about this sentence. Born in the most peaceful country in the world, many people don't have enough understanding of how precious and rare it is to have enough food, good food, and a normal life.

When Wei Yuan paid the bill, he took out his mobile phone and was shocked after turning it on.

A series of missed calls.

Moreover, looking at the monkey avatar of the contact on the caller ID, who the call came from was a question that didn't need to be considered at all. Wei Yuan's forehead twitched and counted. It has been about eight days since he turned off his phone. Wuzhiqi has called more than 40 times.

In other words, he stood up this monkey for more than a week.

Wei Yuan felt a chill on his back and hurriedly paid the bill. As soon as he got back to his place, his phone vibrated. He glanced at it and saw the monkey selfie on the caller ID. Wei Yuan's face froze, and he looked like he was thinking about life.

Then after the ringing for ten seconds, he sighed, closed the door with a wooden face, and pressed the answer button.

After a long while, a curious voice came from the other side: "Hello?"

Wei Yuan: "..."

He said: "This is Yuan."

It was silent for more than ten seconds, and the atmosphere was as depressing as the sea before a storm. Then Wuzhiqi's angry roar came from the other side of the phone:

"Okay, you kid!!!!"

"You dare to answer it?!!"

At the bottom of the Huai River, Wuzhiqi stood up in anger.

After he knew about making phone calls, he wanted to try it for the first time, but the only person who could try it was the guy who hit him with a pottery jar in ancient times.

After struggling for a day between curiosity and unwillingness, Wuzhiqi felt that he was a big monkey, so he gave the boy a break and called him.

Then he was stood up for seven days.

At this time, a nameless anger was ignited.

Wei Yuan thought that his crime was exposed, but he was relieved when he heard the hidden message under Wuzhiqi's roar. When he was not so angry, he comforted him for a while and finally said: "Shui Jun, I have encountered some things during this period, so I can't reply. It's not intentional."

"Wait for about five days, I should return to Quan City. At that time, I will go from Shuimai to Huaishui and bring some good wine and meat to apologize to you. How about it?"

Wuzhiqi's anger was slightly relieved, and he said:

"In this case, then let's put this matter aside for the time being..."

Wei Yuan looked calm and composed, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Take it easy.

People grow up.

After experiencing the Yellow Turban War, finding his past true spirit, witnessing, fighting, and losing, all these will make people grow. He is no longer the Wei Yuan eight days ago, but a stronger self in the true sense. He will not be affected by simple things and lose his mind...

Beside Wei Yuan's ears, Wu Zhiqi's voice sounded faintly, saying:

"Then, the second thing."

"The head of the family, formerly known as the head of the family."

"Generally refers to parents or other guardians or elders of children. Does this sentence sound familiar to you?"

Wei Yuan: "..."

The young museum owner, dressed in simple black clothes and carrying a sword box, had a blank expression on his face.

After a few breaths of silence, he held the phone in one hand, away from himself, and said loudly:

"Ah? What?"

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly here."

"Hello, hello, the signal is bad. Oh, you are at the bottom of the Huai River now. The water is too deep and the signal is bad... I can't hear anything. Wait until I go back and talk."

The voice deliberately paused, and a certain true preacher of the Taiping Dao pinched his throat with one hand and said:

"Hello, the number you dialed cannot be connected temporarily, please call again later."

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is busy, please please try again later."

Wuzhiqi: "??!"

Wei Yuan raised his hand and pressed the phone directly without hesitation, and then turned it off at the speed of light.

Under the Huai River, Wuzhiqi looked at the phone that was hung up, confused, and then furious.

Just as he was about to call back, his phone suddenly sounded and turned off. Wuzhiqi was stunned for a moment, flipping through his phone and frowning. Gods don't need to sleep, so Wuzhiqi had been turning on his phone and connecting to the Internet for ten days after getting it.

Now, even with those power banks connected, they are completely out of power.

Having experienced the modern Internet, Wuzhiqi found that he could no longer stand the days without power and Internet.

He thought about it, reluctantly stretched out a finger, held his breath, and tried his best to gather his strength. Finally, a dark black thunder burst out from his finger. It was the water mine form of one of the Yin Five Thunders that the Taoist sect of the time was eager for. Wuzhiqi carefully moved his finger over.

The charging light came on.

A smile appeared on Wuzhiqi's face.

Then,

Kachaka-

Accompanied by a series of harsh sounds, the phone lit up, and then smoke came out directly.

The smile on Wuzhiqi's face slowly solidified. He widened his eyes, first touched the phone with his finger, but there was no response. Then he patted the phone with his palm, as if hoping that the phone would be revived. But he accidentally used a little more force, and the phone that embodied the technology of the special operations team was directly broken into a handful of dregs in his hand.

Wuzhiqi: "..."

He remembered what Wei Yuan said, that it would come once every five days, and looked around.

Bewildered.

The wine had been drunk, the phone was broken, and there was no network.

Wuzhiqi, who had survived five thousand years, suddenly felt that five days was unexpectedly long and unbearable.

.........

Wei Yuan met Lin Li this afternoon.

Then he knew their plan to deal with the Taiping Dao, which was very likely to attack.

The plan was to split the troops into two groups, one bright and one dark, one real and one fake, to lure the Taoist priest into a trap and delay him, to avoid complications. All preparations had been made, but this time, the old man from the Lin family was silent for a moment, and took the initiative to ask Wei Yuan, saying:

"I don't know Wei..."

He originally wanted to call Wei Xiaoyou, but he thought of the nine-section staff that had restored his true spirit today.

Even though he didn't know if this matter was really because of the person in front of him, he subconsciously changed his name and said:

"Master Wei, do you have any ideas?"

Lin Li and the other three beside him looked back in astonishment, and Wei Yuan was also slightly startled, and then he saw that the old man was really asking for his opinion, not just a polite remark, and was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand and pointed to a place on the map, saying: "The place for the battle, why not choose this place..."

Everyone looked at it and was surprised:

"Guangzong City?"