Wei Yuan didn't know how long he had been lost in thought.

When the ancient craftsman Yuan closed his eyes, Wei Yuan, the modern man from Qingqiu Country, regained his composure in his eyes. The ancient pottery was still sitting steadily on the table, reflecting the sunlight streaming in from outside the window. The delicate patterns remained the same, but there was a hint of familiarity.

Those long memories were hidden away, just like vague childhood memories.

He could only vaguely remember some important things, while most of the events and details were like weathered rocks, leaving no trace.

The white-haired woman smiled and asked, "Do you remember?"

Wei Yuan looked up and saw the wrinkles on her face, the silver-white long hair. Slowly, he connected her with the priestess in his memories. Subconsciously, he stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped the gesture of bowing according to his memory. He slowly replied, "Priestess Jue... senior."

Jue nodded in satisfaction.

Wei Yuan sat back down, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

Jue sighed and said, "The Tu Mountain Clan, once so powerful, is still alive today, with only you and me left. Unexpectedly, the Kun Lun Immortal Flower, although it couldn't keep you alive, allowed your soul to not dissipate in this world."

"After all, even the descendants of the Fengfeng Clan, who can be called the descendants of the gods, will have their souls dissipate after death."

Wei Yuan thought of Jue in his memories.

At that time, she was just a little girl, regardless of her height.

Thinking of her now, Wei Yuan felt a bit strange, and he thought of something else. He asked, "How did you recognize me? Jue couldn't even recognize the relationship between me and Yuan..."

Jue calmly replied, "She has only seen you three times, and she was still very young at that time."

"You were the first human she communicated with."

"She is simple-minded and didn't want you to die, so she stole the Immortal Flower. But it has been too long, and she probably doesn't remember the appearance of the human craftsman anymore. She only remembers the first encounter with death and the joy of getting a name."

"As for me, you were once a member of the Tu Mountain Clan, and I was the priestess of that generation."

Wei Yuan nodded, his expression somewhat dazed and complicated.

Jue smiled and said, "What's wrong? You seem a bit uncomfortable. Just relying on the aura on this pottery can't affect you, but knowing your past experiences, shouldn't you feel proud? After all, that was quite an epic story."

Wei Yuan squinted his eyes and replied softly, "What do I have to be proud of?"

"The epic story is not about Yuan, but about that era."

"If we change the era, Yuan was just a craftsman who lived his whole life. When someone came to propose, he followed the rules of the time and stopped it. Then he fought against the crazy beasts with the tribe's residents and recorded the words of the tribe leader. He died at the age of sixty, a very ordinary and boring life."

"The reason you think I should be proud is only because that era was a time when humans and gods coexisted, and the person I once stopped was named Yu, and the beast I fought was the water god of the Huai River. The words I recorded for Yu have been passed down to later generations."

"So what you really mean is that Yu's life is worth remembering, not the past of craftsman Yuan."

"As his wife, you are still the same as before."

Wei Yuan paused for a moment, carefully choosing his words, and finally said, "Equally cunning."

Jue smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"But you are also a part of that era, so naturally, there is a part of you in the epic story. This seems to be what the materialist view of history in the modern world says."

Materialist view of history?

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No, this has nothing to do with gods and demons.

Wei Yuan remained silent for a long time, and finally said, "Anyway, thank you, senior."

Jue was not surprised by his address, she just smiled and handed him a box, saying, "Inside is a secret letter for the Celestial Master's Palace. The identity of that evil practitioner has been identified. Compared to Qingqiu Country, which has been isolated from the world for a long time, the Celestial Master's Palace knows more."

"The cultivation methods they practice are derived from a legitimate scripture, but they have removed the true cultivation part and chosen a shortcut to gain power. It almost resembles the demonic path. The name of that scripture is quite famous, you should have heard of it."

"The Book of Great Peace."

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Wei Yuan walked out of Jue's courtyard.

He still felt a bit dazed and lost. Tian Nujue was waiting quietly outside the courtyard. Wei Yuan noticed that she had grown up like an ordinary person for more than ten years compared to before. She no longer looked young, but the change was not too drastic. He could still see her original features.

Her black hair was longer, and the slight baby fat on her cheeks when she was young had disappeared. Wei Yuan suddenly realized that it might not be appropriate to describe it as baby fat, as at that time, Nujue might have already had a lifespan of several hundred years.

When he died of old age in this lifetime, she would probably still look the same as now.

The girl turned her head when she heard the sound.

Wei Yuan seemed to see the little girl squatting in front of the pottery in the past, in a daze.Those eyes hardly changed.

Tian Nü Dao: "Yuan, you've come out."

Wei Yuan nodded, fell silent, and suddenly said, "Jue, do you like your name?"

The girl was surprised, then nodded and replied, "Of course."

"This is the name given to me by a craftsman from the Tu Mountain tribe when I was very young. He was my first human friend."

"Although it has been a long time, I can still vaguely remember him telling me stories about pottery. He said pottery should be used for boiling water or cooking, but everyone on Kun Lun Mountain doesn't eat or drink, so I had to put some flowers in the pottery he gave me."

Wei Yuan naturally replied, "It's okay, pottery is meant to be used."

"Using it to hold flowers or boil water is just a different application."

"As long as you like it."

When he passed away, the last regret was not asking that little guy if he liked the name he gave him. Now it seems that his choice back then was not wrong. Wei Yuan felt a small sense of closure and regret in his heart.

Looking at Jue, who had just turned twenty, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, just like Wei Yuan did back then.

"Truly a heavenly maiden from Kun Lun Mountain."

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After obtaining the information about the evil path from Qing Qiu Country's interrogation, Wei Yuan had no reason to stay in Qing Qiu Country. After bidding farewell to Nü Jiao, he took some time to find the missing black cat who had been missing for several days and didn't know what it was doing, and set off on his journey home.

In the museum.

Wei Yuan hung up the phone. Zhang Hao said he would be here soon. He then used a soft cotton cloth dipped in water to wipe the wooden cabinet and finally placed the ancient pottery with its quaint patterns in this corner. It was made by the ancient craftsman Shen Nong and had been passed down through generations until modern times.

Wei Yuan used a glass box to cover the pottery.

The Zhu Hui Beast Ear Standing Pottery Teapot from the year of coexistence between humans and gods.

It had an imperfect vermilion glaze.

With the Nine-tailed Fox pattern of the Tu Mountain tribe, it was quaint and complete, with soft curves.

Made by Yuan, used by Yu, hidden by Nü Jiao.

Returned to Yuan.

Museum Collection - 001.

Wei Yuan wrote the number on a piece of paper with a marker and stuck it on.

During the time they were away, the Qing Qiu Fox Hu Ming had not been idle. He bought back all the books that his old friend had collected, feeling that he couldn't let all his efforts go to waste and planned to open an old bookstore.

He searched many places in the entire Quan City and finally decided to open it in this old district. There happened to be a two-story attic on this old street, so he directly bought it.

They were currently renovating it.

Wei Yuan looked at the quaint pottery, and vivid images flashed through his mind, but he couldn't connect them anymore. He decided not to think about it anymore. After all, those ancient experiences were only left with his pottery-making and jade-carving skills. At most, he could use these skills to create fakes. Other than that, life continued as usual.

While he was contemplating, he heard the sound of a car outside. It should be Zhang Hao who had arrived.

Wei Yuan walked out, and the bookstore next to him had also opened. Wei Yuan subconsciously turned his head to greet them, but the person who walked out was not Hu Ming, but three girls who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old. One was spirited and bright-eyed, one had a gentle and soft complexion, and the last girl was wearing jeans.

Her upper body was a light-colored embroidered jacket, with fair and delicate skin, holding a thick book.

Wei Yuan's face stiffened.

"Senior Wei."

Hu Mei was excited at first, then bowed respectfully. Su Yu'er had already been smiling gently.

Su Yu'er from the Qing Qiu Fox Clan, Hu Mei from the Qing Qiu Fox Clan.

And there was also the Nine-tailed Fox with the bronze dagger with the Xuan Niao pattern.

Su Yu'er bowed and politely said, "Our ancestor said that we would be involved with those wild fox spirits because we rarely interacted with the outside world. Before, it was because there was no one trustworthy, but now she said we can temporarily stay on this street. Please take care of us in the future."

She added, "Of course, we have already completed the transfer procedures."

"We will go to the nearest university to study."

Wei Yuan rubbed his temples. Seeing Hu Ming busy arranging the books, the bookworm veins were quietly crawling over. The red embroidered shoes in the room were dancing, the black iron scissors were clicking, the soul-nurturing wood brought back by the Qi family's soldiers was being pruned, the Water Ghost was secretly drinking cola, the black cat that had been around for five hundred years was sunbathing on the roof, making a gurgling sound.

Time passed peacefully and ordinarily. Well, at least it looked ordinary.

The flower shop across the street opened.

Zhang Hao got out of the car and greeted, "Master Wei, you're back from your trip."

Su Yu'er politely said, "Uncle Wei, you have guests, so we won't disturb you."

Zhang Hao glanced at Su Yu'er curiously and said, "I didn't expect that your niece has grown up so much, Master Wei."

Wei Yuan fell silent and explained, "I'm just a little older in terms of generation."

"Come in, have a seat."

"Okay."

Wei Yuan pushed open the door, and Zhang Hao and Shen Ji Feng followed behind him into this small museum. When the door opened, the bell behind the door made a light sound. Wei Yuan poured them two cups of tea, sat on the sofa, and let out a sigh of relief.

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My name is Wei Yuan.

An ordinary museum curator.There is a potted plant at home, and a cat is kept.

There is an old friend's flower shop across from my house, and a newly opened old book reading room next door.

The owner of the bookstore is surnamed Hu, and he is fostering three high school students from his hometown.

Living a normal and stable life in the old city area.

PS: Second update today...

Thanks to the generous reward from Ah La La I, thank you~