Wei Yuan put the phone away.
He took out the three power banks he had prepared in advance and put them in the box.
He planned to send these things to Wuzhiqi and send goods to Wuzhiqi every once in a while. He also had to consider that although Wuzhiqi was called the Lord of Water, he was essentially the God of conquering the Huai River. He didn't know whether he had mastered the means similar to thunder magic.
He didn't know if he could use the magic thunder spell to charge when there was no power...
Or should he prepare a portable transformer and voltage stabilizer for him?
An idea flashed through Wei Yuan's mind.
He suppressed this distracting thought, put away the phone, prepared another portion of strong liquor, thought about it, and made another portion of happy water.
He didn't know if Wuzhiqi would like this thing.
But before going to the Huai River, he had to wait for a guest here. The pottery studio contacted him before, saying that an old man would come to visit. Wei Yuan prepared tea in advance and planned to go out directly after meeting the old man.
He looked at his right hand again and took off the glove.
From the base of the finger to a few inches below the wrist, a red talisman is extremely clear.
There is no tendency to fade.
Especially the word "imperial decree", in this folk museum, it is both mysterious and a little weird. When Wei Yuan received the imperial decree, he felt that he seemed to have a connection with some invisible thing in the sky, but he could not rely on the imperial decree to activate that power.
Perhaps he should look for the orthodox Taoist sect and borrow classics.
Understand the rituals of the practice of the festival.
Merit is rare, since there is a way that does not require merit, Wei Yuan will naturally tend to choose this.
Originally, the best way was to go to Longhu Mountain, the main altar of the Zhengyi sect, but Wei Yuan instinctively felt that he should not go to Longhu Mountain for the time being. He was worried that the imperial decree on the back of his hand would undergo some changes when he stepped into the main altar of Longhu Mountain.
Excluding Longhu Mountain, the closest and largest Taoist temple is Yingtianfu Baiyun Temple.
But that belongs to the Quanzhen lineage, and Wei Yuan's decree is the talisman of the Zhengyi League.
Everyone's mountain gate is different.
You use the Zhengyi talisman to apply my Quanzhen method, just like using a key to open the lock of the neighbor next door.
I always feel like I'm ruining the place.
Wei Yuan pondered for a long time and decided to go to Xuanyi, the Weiming Sect where Zhou Yi and others were. The latter is also a branch of the Zhengyi Sect, and therefore its disciples are mostly involved in the Tianshi Dao's demon-slaying and demon-eliminating affairs. Secondly, Zhang Xiaoyu is also studying in the Weiming Sect, and it's time to go and see the child.
Wei Yuan thought of Zhang Xiaoyu, and then thought of the Xuanyuan Sword Art from Zhang Daoling in his hand.
Now he has the Zhengyi League talisman.
The dispute with the Tianshi Mansion is getting deeper and deeper. We should find a way to pass this lost sword for a thousand years back to the Zhengyi Sect. Well, we can first find a young disciple with good roots and pass on the Xuanyuan Sword Secret to him quietly. Finally, we can give him the sword of Zhang Daoling as a self-defense.
Try not to reveal your identity.
Even if you are recognized, just say that it is returned to the original owner.
The long sword that gave birth to the Zhengyi League Prestige Scroll was given to Ban Chao by Zhang Daoling, and it has been passed down from generation to generation until now. The Xuanyuan Sword Secret was obtained by the ancient Wohu from the Tianshi Dao, but now it has to be handed over to the Tianshi Mansion by Wohu. Wei Yuan stood two thousand years later and looked back, and he actually had a sense of fate.
A taxi stopped outside, and Wei Yuan put on his right hand glove.
While putting it away, he thought about whether he could find a hand armor that could conceal the breath.
Seeing a white-haired, but meticulously groomed old man getting off the car, holding a bag in his right hand, he looked at the address, and then pushed open the door of the museum. The bell on the door rang slightly, and Wei Yuan greeted naturally: "Welcome."
......
Dong Yuefeng found the destination according to the address on the text message.
He looked up and saw that this was a somewhat quaint folk museum with an old-fashioned decoration style. Opposite was a flower shop, but it was still closed, and next door was an old bookstore.
This kind of shop is not in line with the increasingly fast-paced modern society, but they are all opened in the old city, giving people a feeling of staying in the last era, slow and leisurely, which makes people miss it.
He pushed open the door.
"Welcome."
The crisp sound of the bell, and the greeting of the museum owner.
He saw the museum owner.
Wearing simple clothes, sitting quietly in the museum, shrouded in the shadow of antiques.
As a historian, Dong Yuefeng suddenly felt that the young man had turned into an antique.
......
"Hello, Master Wei..."
Dong Yuefeng came back to his senses and greeted politely.
Then his attention was involuntarily attracted by the collections of the museum, and then he realized that almost all of them were fakes. When he retracted his gaze, he was slightly startled and saw an ancient pottery on the wooden cabinet, which seemed to be different from the others. He couldn't help but move forward to observe.
The pottery was covered by a glass cabinet.
There was a piece of paper inside, but it was turned upside down, so the words on it could not be seen clearly.
Dong Yuefeng was fascinated by the pottery. He looked at it for a long time before he looked away. He couldn't help but sighed: "The vermilion painted animal ears standing pottery, this style is very old, I didn't expect to see it here."
He saw the young boss smiled and said:
"I made it."
Dong Yuefeng saw the obvious fakes around him, thinking about it, but didn't think much about it. He just smiled apologetically and said: "I'm old. Sometimes when I see these things I like, I can't help but want to look at them more. I'm sorry to make you laugh."
"No, please sit down."
Wei Yuan asked Dong Yuefeng to sit down.
The old man looked at the young Wei Yuan. Even though he knew from Yu Xuesong that he was a young man, he was still too young. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, and then he looked forward to meeting the young man's teacher.
It seems that the special pottery with ancient flavor was learned from an old gentleman. Perhaps the old gentleman had also encountered ancient artifacts similar to the Shang Dynasty bronze jug. Dong Yuefeng thought about it, and after a brief greeting, he couldn't help asking:
"Master Wei's pottery is very good. I wonder where did you learn it from?"
Wei Yuan paused and replied with a smile:
"At first, I learned it from the old people in the village."
"Then I just figured it out casually. I thought it would be better to draw a stroke, so I added a stroke. Occasionally, there were some mistakes, but I thought it would be troublesome to remake it, so I just let it go. Pottery is meant to be used."
Dong Yuefeng was surprised.
Then he felt that Wei Yuan was deceiving himself, and couldn't help frowning-
That was a very obvious and orthodox ancient style.
There are extremely rigorous studies on the patterns, colors, and even specifications of ancient pottery. This is a systematic discipline, and various books can almost fill an entire bookshelf. He just saw that every part of the pottery is extremely in line with the rules of ancient pottery.
It can almost be said that it is as orthodox as it can be, without even the slightest mistake.
Even the most powerful masters and professors who study the history of ancient pottery can't find any problems. They can only sigh and admire that the people who make pottery have studied the rules of ancient pottery thoroughly, which must require extremely serious study to be so orthodox.
How could it be that he figured it out by himself?
What else, he felt that it was wrong, so he was too lazy to change it...
It's obviously all orthodox, and the ancient pottery that was discovered is extremely respected, and it is strictly followed by later potters. There is no rule that dares not be exceeded or violated!
Even though Dong Yuefeng had a good temper, he almost laughed when faced with such a lie that could be easily exposed, especially when the voice of the Shang King Bronze Jue in his backpack sounded in his ears, as if he was laughing, saying:
"This little guy is lying to you."
"This thing, even in my era, is definitely an orthodox model-level thing."
Dong Yuefeng did not lose color because of the Shang King Bronze Jue's words, because he already knew that only he could hear the sound of the Shang King Bronze Jue, and no one else could hear a single bit.
For example, the young man in front of him still had an unchanged expression.
Obviously, he didn't notice anything.
Although he was a little disappointed and angry because the young man was fooling him, Dong Yuefeng still reluctantly said: "Master Wei, I came to disturb you this time because I saw the ancient style pottery you made before, and I happen to have one here, and I want to see if you have any opinion."
He carefully took out the Shang King Bronze Jue from his bag.
He pushed the shrunken, still simple bronze artifact in front of Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan was not surprised. He reached out and touched the Shang King Bronze Jue. This ancient artifact was just laughing and talking to Dong Yuefeng about wasting time. When Wei Yuan touched it with his right hand, the spirituality that was born suddenly stagnated, and he instantly realized something was wrong.
And Dong Yuefeng, who was already disappointed, even regretted it a little. He wondered if he shouldn't have taken out the Shang King Bronze Jue. What if he got into trouble? When he was about to get it back, he found that his old friend suddenly stopped talking. He thought it was another spiritual exhaustion and fell asleep, but he realized something was wrong.
He subconsciously widened his eyes and looked up at the young museum owner.
In Dong Yuefeng's eyes, the young owner of the museum, who looked like a historical relic, nodded slightly and said in a gentle and polite voice:
"Wait a minute..."
Dong Yuefeng nodded heavily, excited in his heart. He finally found someone who could still hear his voice. In this way, after he left, the bronze jug would not be lonely for a thousand years. He was also a little lost and curious about who this person was.
Wei Yuan saw the hidden story in the bronze jug of the Shang King.
Seeing the silhouettes of the Shang King, he sighed with emotion. This is indeed a thing from the Shang Dynasty. But when he saw the tall and heroic Shang King greet a girl in the picture, his expression froze slightly. He saw that the girl was wearing the clothes of the Shang Dynasty, and saw that her eyebrows were clear and beautiful. Even without makeup, she was still a stunning figure, and there was a natural and innocent beauty in the corners of her eyes.
But what froze his expression was not the appearance of this woman.
But he recognized this woman.
If she were to change into modern clothes and look a little younger, she would look just like Su Yuer, but she was different because people like Wei Yuan judged people by their true spirit aura. The peerless woman in the picture and Su Yuer only had the same face, but their temperament and demeanor were completely different.
They were not the same person.
But they definitely had a great connection.
Wei Yuan felt a slight burning sensation in his palms. The museum bell rang again. A girl in a white corseted dress and light blue high heels walked in with a letter in her hand. Because she was in the museum, she did not wear glasses to cover her face, revealing her true face. She said:
"Master Wei, your letter..."
Dong Yuefeng turned his head subconsciously.
Then his pupils shrank instantly, and the old man almost stood up suddenly.
The voice of the Shang King Bronze Jue also sounded again, but he stammered and couldn't believe it:
"King, Queen?!"
Wei Yuan felt that the burning breath of the bronze reached its peak when Su Yu'er came in.
A broken map appeared on the side of the bronze. He lowered his head and saw recognizable words - Chaoge.
Su Yu'er saw the bronze jue and looked dazed. The scene in her dream became clearer and clearer. The unclear face and the beautiful and charming woman became clearer. The girl's face gradually turned pale. She suddenly took a step back and turned around and ran away.
Dong Yuefeng subconsciously wanted to chase him. Even the Shang King Bronze Jue almost forgot that he was just an ancient artifact and shouted:
"Queen, please wait a moment!"
They wanted to chase him.
But his movements were immediately stagnant and he couldn't move anymore.
The door of the museum was directly closed.
Dong Yuefeng's movements froze, and he sat down involuntarily. He lowered his head and saw that water was flowing away from his ankles. It seemed that it was these weak water flows that pulled him just now. He raised his head in disbelief and looked at the young man opposite.
The latter leaned on the rattan chair, his expression was calm, playing with the Shang King's bronze cup, smiled and said:
"It seems that she doesn't want anyone to disturb her current life."
Dong Yuefeng finally recovered from the shock of seeing and 'Su Daji'.
Still surging.
He looked at Wei Yuan, was silent for a while, and still persuaded seriously: "Master Wei, you have seen the picture of the ancient artifact, you should know who she is and why... This may be a huge breakthrough in the entire history, and it has great significance for history."
"But she doesn't want to."
"But..."
"There is no but in this matter."
Wei Yuan held the bronze cup, and after Su Yu'er left, the map on the bronze cup disappeared.
He poured Dong Yuefeng a cup of tea and replied:
"After all, I can barely be considered her elder."
"I have to protect her a little bit when someone entrusted me with something."
Wei Yuan meant Su Yu'er, who was entrusted by Nu Jiao.
Dong Yuefeng, who was excited to see the ancient woman, was stagnant in his thoughts. He slowly raised his head and looked at the young man playing with the bronze cup of the Shang King. He saw that he had a young face and an ancient aura like an antique.
The surging thoughts in his heart stagnated.