Chapter 147 Real

In the lucid dream split from Wei Yuan's true spirit.

Kua Fu was silent, staring ahead, having lost the ability to speak—

Who am I?

Where am I?

Am I back in the Age of Gods?

Xing Tian was drinking heartily.

Zhu Jiuyin silently watched something while, nearby, the water sprite who'd been dragged over was impatiently playing a game.

There was even a heroic woman, her brows sharp, concealing the secrets of heaven.

Xing Tian waved.

"Yo, you're here."

The familiar tone made Kua Fu silent for a long time. Wei Yuan's words seemed to echo in his mind. The young man had whispered gently, "...My dreams might be a little different from ordinary people's."

So that's how it is.

Kua Fu seemed to understand something.

...Is it realistic?

After a long silence, he walked to the huge round table, sitting cross-legged on the ground covered with lush green grass and flowers. Opposite him was Zhu Jiuyin, his face ancient and his aura profound. Zhu Jiuyin casually handed him a cup of tea and said faintly, "First time?"

"Yeah..."

Kua Fu's thoughts slowly regained their ability to turn.

"Civil official?"

"Yes."

The two silently clinked their cups.

...

On Longhu Mountain, Wei Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that everything was normal. Before letting Kua Fu enter the dream, he had already used the imprint and cause-and-effect to send messages to those who could enter his dream. It seemed that nothing had gone wrong this time.

Even the water sprite, lost in his game and unable to extricate himself, had appeared.

However.

Zhu Rong's wisp of true spirit didn't come out.

It seemed that the backlash from the events of six hundred years ago was more serious than Wei Yuan had anticipated for Zhu Rong.

It had caused Zhu Rong's true spirit to fall into a deep sleep.

After successfully accommodating the giant spirit of Kua Fu, the old Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain looked at Wei Yuan with an expression as if he was about to sacrifice himself, patted his shoulder, and said with emotion, "Wei Yuan, I've always misjudged you."

"You, you are a good man."

"Why not stay on Longhu Mountain for a while longer? If anything happens, we can lend a hand."

Wei Yuan: "..."

After the matter here was settled, the black-robed man who had caused the change in the Peach Blossom Spring was also taken down by the disciples of Longhu Mountain. Wei Yuan raised his head, looking at the surging clouds in the sky, and the image predicted by the *Hetu Luoshu* flashed in his mind.

Although he had cut it away with a sword.

But, didn't that scene really leave a trace in his heart?

There were only a few days left until the third step of Kunlun's test. How should he choose then? Should he ignore everything and take what he should take, obtain the power of Kunlun with ease, or should he refuse to embark on the path of a god?

The former seemed to be following the prediction.

The latter, deliberately going against the prediction, was in fact believing in the prediction in his heart.

Be careful of the *Hetu Luoshu*.

Wei Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, once again feeling the weight of these six words.

As long as you come into contact with the *Hetu Luoshu*'s prediction.

Then, even if you have shattered the *Hetu Luoshu*, the prediction still exists, in your thoughts, in the inertia of logic. A slight hesitation in your mind will be affected by it. This is why fortune-telling methods have endured for so long.

Wei Yuan shattered all these distracting thoughts in his heart.

He cursed inwardly.

If only...

He had chopped that stone tablet into even smaller pieces.

No, he shouldn't have chopped it.

He should have poured cement on it and sunk it into the East Sea to see which was more 'poisonous' to Gonggong, the *Hetu Luoshu* or him.

If you have the ability, calculate Gonggong's future, go ahead and calculate it.

Calculate it, damn it.

The old Daoist looked at Wei Yuan's silent appearance and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Wei Yuan raised his head to look at Zhang Ruosu and subconsciously replied:

"Daoist Zhang, which is harder, the *Hetu Luoshu* or Gonggong's head?"

Zhang Ruosu: "..."

...

In the end.

Wei Yuan was kicked off Longhu Mountain.

Jue left the women's kingdom team, or rather, she quietly left Longhu Mountain while Wei Yuan wasn't paying attention, and then, taking Qin Yuan with her, went in a big circle and returned to the flower shop in the old street. The flower shop was as it always was, just as she had left it.

Jue put away her armor, then pretended to be normal, arranging the flower branches and flipping through the books.

When Wei Yuan came back, he saw the soft white light shining in the flower shop.

Like that dream, it illuminated the old street without streetlights, making him pause slightly.

"Jue, you're back?"

The girl reached out and smoothed the black hair at her temples, answering with a smile, "Yes, I am."

"I did experience some things."

"But thankfully, I'm back."

She looked at the joy on Wei Yuan's face.

And silently hid the women's kingdom armor even more securely.

Because of Jue's return, Wei Yuan simply suggested having a long-awaited gathering at the Zhenyao Museum. Except for the water ghost who had been lost in the mountains and seas for some reason and whose safety could only be divined, the museum was complete.

While preparing the dishes.

Jue naturally stood in the inner position, and Wei Yuan also familiarly stood slightly outside, chatting about his previous experiences while washing the vegetables. After Jue washed the vegetables and put them on a plate, Wei Yuan took them and proceeded to the next step.

"So, you were plotted against by someone and then entered the Mountain and Sea Realm..."

"It was hard to come back."

Wei Yuan thoughtfully said:

"Then that person might be Hundun." (Chaos)

As he spoke, he didn't turn around, and casually reached out to take the thing in the girl's hand.

He handed the seasoning bottle back to her.

The girl took it and casually placed it where it usually was.

"Hmm? Hundun?"

"Yes, it matches..."

The two completed everything tacitly.

Qin Yuan silently watched.

Feng Siyu held a bag of melon seeds in the back.

Qin Yuan: "Is there any room for us to get in there?"

"It doesn't seem like it."

Feng Siyu pondered and said:

"So, want some popcorn?"

"Oh, right, and..."

When Wei Yuan turned his head to take something, his fingers touched the girl's, and the two froze. When their eyes met, they were surrounded by the atmosphere of everyday life, firewood, rice, oil, and salt, the slightly dim yellow light in the museum, and the not-so-large but comfortable sofa. Qin Yuan and Feng Siyu sat cross-legged and played games.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who had rarely returned, and Lin Ling'er, who had come to visit, sat on stools, watching obediently.

The great monk was mopping the floor.

The painter ghost had locked himself in the attic, seemingly because the deadline had arrived, and was frantically rushing to finish his manuscript.

The Qijia Army's soldier souls were quietly pruning the trees, and beside them was the spirit born from the Red Embroidered Shoes.

Noisy, clamorous, soft shouts, the sound of snatching the game controller, the sound of mopping the floor, and the sound of slippers tapping on the ground, mixed into the dim yellow light, mixed into the steaming water vapor, and even time seemed to soften.

Wei Yuan suddenly recalled where the previous sense of familiarity came from.

It was that illusion.

Jue also noticed the faint strange feeling.

Was it that illusion?

Everything was too similar to the illusion. That night, after coming back from working overtime, the two of them prepared dinner while talking about things in life. The feeling at that time was just like now, an indescribable tacit understanding.

Wei Yuan withdrew his hand, exhaled a breath, and pressed his forehead.

Was it a preconceived notion?

He was annoyed by his chaotic thoughts—

Preconceived notions are like already believing that something has a certain characteristic. Then, when you look at that thing again, you will naturally look at it with that kind of scrutinizing eye, just like the three great illusions in life.

You think the other person likes you, so you can find all kinds of arguments to support your point.

Humans are inherently creatures who are good at finding excuses and reasons for themselves.

You think you are going to win in the game.

Then, even in the positioning, you can see that you have a suave demeanor that can turn the tables in the next second.

But that's just an illusion.

You are often taken away in one wave.

It was because he had that experience in the illusion that he unconsciously superimposed reality on it...

Wei Yuan suppressed his distracting thoughts, pretending that nothing had happened. After a while, he went back to the room to get something, while the goddess next to him had a similar illusion, also feeling that she was overthinking it.

That was just an illusion.

Maybe it was because it was, after all, something from the Age of Gods, so the effect was very good.

The girl withdrew her finger and prepared the materials alone, but when she thought of the morning in the illusion, a smile appeared on her face. Wearing an apron, she unconsciously hummed the song of Qi Niang in the illusion, her sleeves rolled up, revealing two sections of her fair arms, and her ponytail swayed behind her.

After a while, Wei Yuan also found what he wanted, and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, he heard the familiar humming sound coming from outside the door.

Wei Yuan froze, his pupils slightly widened.

In the previous Peach Blossom Spring illusion, he had heard this song. In the morning of the illusion, the girl turned on the TV, and the TV was broadcasting a live report of Qi Niang singing a song. At that time, the goddess was humming this song, and smiled lightly:

'Qi Niang sings better now.'

'Next time, I really have to ask her to teach me again.'

Could it be...

Was the illusion not fake?

Wei Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he reached out and pressed his hand on the door, slowly pushing it open.

When he came out, the girl who had been in the kitchen was gone. Wei Yuan was stunned and saw in the living room the soldier souls sitting quietly, plucking their swords to make music. Next to them, the spirituality born from the Red Embroidered Shoes spread her arms and hummed—

That song was the tune Wei Yuan had heard last when he saw Wan Qi Niang off.

Wei Yuan exhaled a breath, not knowing whether it was regret or relief.

He looked around for the goddess and saw the girl standing at the door opening the museum's door. Standing outside was a young monk in black robes with a handsome face. Daoyan had come to the museum again, and in his hand, he carried one of the reasons that had forced him into the Peach Blossom Spring.

The ancient object with a trace of Mr. Yuan's true spirit, a fragment of his past.

An ancient book.

ps: Today's second update... three thousand words.

As for the third update... it depends on fate...