Chapter 107 The Neighbor

Wei Yuan looked at the goddess in front of him, and it took him a long while to react, saying:

"Jue?"

"Weren't you going back to Kunlun Xu?"

A smile graced the goddess's face as she replied in a soft tone, "I was originally going, but the human world has changed so much along the way, and some other things have happened. Someone told me that Kunlun seems to have undergone some changes. It's better to stay in the human world for a while and recuperate from my injuries."

Wei Yuan was surprised and said, "Kunlun Mountain has changed? Who told you this?"

The goddess didn't seem to take it to heart and replied:

"A young Daoist named Zhang Ruosu, a junior disciple of Longhu Mountain."

"Would you like some tea?"

Wei Yuan kept the name Zhang Ruosu in his mind and smiled upon hearing this:

"Then I won't be polite."

The maiden smiled and waved her hand gently. Behind Wei Yuan, a rattan chair of the same style floated out. He wasn't one to stand on ceremony, so he sat down directly. An ancient teapot also hung in the air, pouring two cups of tea. One landed on the table next to Wei Yuan, for guests, and the other floated beside the goddess.

Wei Yuan took a sip, and even someone like him who didn't understand tea couldn't help but praise it.

He guessed that the senior Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng spoke of was probably the goddess, but he was curious about the goddess's current identity to the outside world. After pondering for a moment, he still asked. The latter shook her head and said, "Just treat me as a reclusive cultivator. Others don't know my identity. It's just that this human world is unfamiliar, and only in your Wuhuo's place can I find a trace of familiarity."

Wei Yuan said with a smile, "Then when other people are around, what should I call you?"

The goddess still said, "Just call me Jue."

After thinking about it, she asked again, "Wuhuo, what is your *biaozi*?"

"Living next door, it's not appropriate to only call you Wuhuo."

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment before realizing what the goddess was referring to. He couldn't answer this, and could only try to explain to the goddess that in this era, the concept of *biaozi* no longer existed. The goddess was surprised and said, "Then do you only have a name, and no *zi*?"

That's how it is in our era.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Just call me by my name."

The goddess thought for a moment and said, "Yuan?"

"Cough cough cough—"

Wei Yuan was drinking tea and almost choked, coughing violently.

Only then did he realize that Wei was the surname, Yuan was the given name. Without a *biaozi*, directly calling the given name was indeed that one word in the goddess's perception. It was just that he hadn't been addressed like this in eight lifetimes. Wei Yuan still felt a little awkward. He finally stopped coughing and said with a wry smile:

"This, Wei Yuan, Lao Wei, A Yuan, anything is fine."

The goddess nodded, indicating that she understood, and smiled again:

"It's been a long time since I've entertained guests."

"There are some snacks here, would you like some?"

Wei Yuan hadn't had breakfast yet, so he smiled without hesitation:

"Then I won't be polite."

………………

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng waited for a long time for Wei Yuan to return.

As elite disciples of the Tianshi Mansion in Quanshi, they were responsible for receiving this great senior who had just entered the human world, and solving various troubles in her life for her.

They had heard of this kind of thing in the past. Some elders would enter the deep mountains to cultivate, and it would be decades before they came out. When they came out and saw the world turned upside down, they would have various maladjustments, and they would need the help of their juniors.

It was just that they had only heard of it in the past. This time, they were able to see it for themselves. And they didn't expect that this great senior, whose Daoist cultivation was said to be very profound, actually looked no more than twenty years old, but her temperament was very different from ordinary people, and one could tell at a glance that she was not an ordinary person.

Zhang Hao looked at the time and said, "It seems that Curator Wei has been visiting for quite a while."

Shen Jifeng thought of something and said worriedly:

"Senior brother, do you think Curator Wei might have accidentally offended that senior..."

Zhang Hao was about to subconsciously reply that it was impossible, Curator Wei was not a reckless person, but then he thought that this elder was, after all, of a very high seniority, perhaps having spent decades in the mountains cultivating and attaining this level of Daoist cultivation. The social customs of that era were completely different from now, and it was possible to accidentally offend her with an unintentional remark.

He thought again that although the senior had been easy to get along with, she had also been rather cold.

If one unintentionally offended her in their words…

Zhang Hao thought of that scene, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt that things were not good. He quickly got up and walked towards the flower shop across the street with Shen Jifeng.

Originally, they were anxious, but before they reached the entrance of the flower shop, they saw Curator Wei and the senior sitting and chatting happily through the glass window. They saw that the curator seemed quite relaxed in front of the senior, not like he always seemed to be hiding some secrets in front of them. The senior also had a calm and gentle expression, with a hint of a smile on her face.

It reminded people of the gentle breeze that swept through the mountains in spring.

The two who had rushed out in a panic slowed down.

Zhang Hao: "…………"

Shen Jifeng: "…………"

Wei Yuan noticed the man and woman standing with blank faces behind the window. Only then did he remember that he had met this goddess, with whom he had once shared life and death, and had become somewhat carried away, chatting for a little too long. He said a few words and then got up to bid farewell.

The goddess put down the ancient scroll and got up to see him off.

Then, under the silent gazes of Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng, Wei Yuan walked out and said with a smile:

"We'll be neighbors from now on, please take care of me, Jue..."

His gaze fell on the two Special Operations Team members, and without changing his expression, he added two words:

"Boss, see you later."

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng saw the senior with her hands folded in front of her abdomen, wearing modern clothes, yet as elegant and beautiful as a lotus pond in West Lake, nodding with a smile, and were momentarily stunned.

Wei Yuan patted the two of them on the shoulders and said:

"Let's go, or are you going to buy flowers?"

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng watched Wei Yuan return to the museum with light steps, busy with opening up shop. Then they turned their heads and saw the goddess nod slightly before returning to the flower shop, sitting in the rattan chair, slowly flipping through that ancient scroll, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Zhang Hao looked at Shen Jifeng and said, "That, just now, the senior smiled?"

Shen Jifeng nodded and said, "She smiled."

"She smiled a lot of times?"

"A lot of times."

Zhang Hao fell into deep thought and self-doubt:

"Was it because we didn't do a good job before that she had a cold expression?"

"Probably not…"

"Hey, what are you two little guys thinking about?"

Just as the two were entangled in whether they had been rude before, or another explanation hidden in their hearts, a man in a trench coat suddenly appeared next to them, reaching out and tapping the foreheads of the two Special Operations Team members. Only after the two were startled did he look at them with a smile.

"Shishu?!"

"Why are you here?"

Shen Jifeng's eyes widened, obviously surprised and delighted.

The man, who looked no more than thirty years old, smiled and said, "Wasn't it because the higher-ups were worried that you would be rude in entertaining the elder, that they sent me here? But I just watched, this senior is quite easy to talk to. Perhaps the higher-ups were overthinking it, saying that we must pay considerable attention to etiquette. I don't think she's that rigid."

He patted Zhang Hao on the shoulder, then confidently stepped into the flower shop, cupped his hands and saluted, saying:

"Zhang Yu, a disciple of Longhu Mountain, greets senior."

"If senior has anything, you can instruct this junior."

The goddess had a peaceful expression and said, "Thank you for your concern."

There was a rattan chair next to her. Zhang Yu had previously seen someone sitting here, and it was the owner of the shop next door. But seeing that the senior didn't say a word about sitting, he couldn't just sit down like that, and could only stand there foolishly, feeling a little awkward.

Smelling the rich aroma of tea in the air and seeing the teacups on the small table next to him, he, who had cultivated in the mountains and always loved tea, couldn't help but try to get closer, saying:

"Senior Jue, this tea is really fragrant."

"I wonder if this junior can be so bold as to ask you for a cup of tea?"

His opening was in the tone of a junior, so it wasn't too presumptuous.

But he didn't hear a response.

He felt that the air seemed to be getting a little cold.

He raised his head and saw that the girl's face didn't have the gentle smile she had when she was talking to others just now. Instead, she had a hint of anger, her willow eyebrows slightly raised, and she said unhappily, "Addressing me directly by my name? Didn't the Tianshi Mansion teach you etiquette?!"

Zhang Yu: "Huh?!"

Wait,

This is different from what I saw just now?!

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng blankly watched the door of the flower shop being opened, and then Zhang Yu was thrown out of the flower shop as if he was being held by an invisible hand, landing on the ground with his butt. The two looked at the girl whose face was covered with a layer of thin ice, seemingly vaguely displeased, looked at the dumbfounded Zhang Yu, thought for a while, turned their heads, and looked at the curator who was happily opening the shop.

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng exchanged glances and saw the expression in each other's eyes.

There's definitely something wrong!

ps: I'm about to prepare a new story, and the writer's block is killing me... playing dead.