Wei Yuan put away the mobile phone.

He took out three power banks that he had prepared in advance and put them in the box together.

After he planned to give these things to Wu Zhiqi, he would send goods to Wu Zhiqi every once in a while. He also had to consider that although Wu Zhiqi was called the Water Lord, he was essentially the god who conquered the Huai River. He didn't know if the other party had mastered similar thunder methods.

He also didn't know if he could charge the phone using the thunder spell when it was out of power...

Or should he prepare a portable transformer and voltage stabilizer for Ta?

A thought flashed through Wei Yuan's mind.

Suppressing this distraction, he put away the mobile phone, prepared a bottle of strong liquor, and thought for a moment before preparing a bottle of happy water.

He didn't know if Wu Zhiqi would like these things.

But before going to the Huai River, he had to wait for a guest here. The pottery studio had contacted him before, saying that an old man would come to visit. Wei Yuan prepared tea in advance and planned to leave directly after meeting the old man.

He looked at his right hand and took off the glove.

From the base of his fingers to a few inches below his wrist, there was a clear and vivid red talisman.

There was no sign of it fading.

Especially the two characters of the decree, they were both mysterious and somewhat eerie in this folk museum. When Wei Yuan received this decree, he felt that he seemed to have a faint connection with something invisible in the sky, but he still couldn't activate that power with this decree.

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Perhaps he should find an authentic Taoist sect and borrow their scriptures.

To understand the rituals and ceremonies of Taoist exorcism.

Since it was difficult to earn merits, Wei Yuan naturally preferred to choose a way that didn't require merits.

The best way would have been to go to the Longhu Mountain, the main altar of the Zhengyi Taoist sect. However, Wei Yuan instinctively felt that he should not go to Longhu Mountain for the time being. He was worried that there would be some kind of change in the decree on his back when he stepped into the main altar of Longhu Mountain.

Excluding Longhu Mountain, the nearest and largest Taoist temple was the Baiyun Temple in the Yingtian Prefecture.

But that belonged to the Quanzhen sect, while Wei Yuan's decree was the emblem of the Zhengyi Alliance.

The mountain gates were all different.

Using the emblem of the Zhengyi Alliance to perform the methods of the Quanzhen sect was like using a key to open the lock of the neighbor's door.

It felt like causing trouble.

Wei Yuan pondered for a long time and decided to go to the Weiming Sect where Xuan Yi and Zhou Yi were. The latter was also a branch of the Zhengyi Taoist sect, and their disciples were also involved in the Taoist exorcism activities. Moreover, Zhang Xiaoyu was also studying in the Weiming Sect, so he should go and see the child.

Thinking of Zhang Xiaoyu, Wei Yuan also remembered that he still had the Xuan Yuan Sword Art from Zhang Daoling in his hand.

Now he had obtained the emblem of the Zhengyi Alliance as well.

The entanglement with the Heavenly Master's Mansion was getting deeper and deeper. He should find a way to pass on this lost sword technique to the Zhengyi Taoist sect. Yes, he could find a young disciple with good aptitude and secretly pass on the Xuan Yuan Sword Art. Finally, he could give Zhang Daoling's sword to him as a means of protection.

Try not to reveal his identity.

Even if he was recognized, he could say that the item had returned to its original owner.

The long sword that gave birth to the emblem of the Zhengyi Alliance was given to Ban Chao by Zhang Daoling, and it had been passed down from generation to generation until now. The Xuan Yuan Sword Art was obtained by Ban Chao from the Heavenly Master's Mansion in ancient times, but now it had to be handed over to the Heavenly Master's Mansion again. Looking back from two thousand years later, Wei Yuan had a feeling of destiny.

A taxi stopped outside, and Wei Yuan put on his right glove.

While collecting his thoughts, he wondered if he should find a pair of hand armor that could conceal his aura.

He saw an old man with white hair but meticulously groomed getting out of the car. He carried a bag in his right hand, looked at the address, and then pushed open the door of the museum. The bell on the door rang softly, and Wei Yuan naturally greeted him, "Welcome."

.................

Following the address in the text message, Dong Yuefeng found the destination.

He looked up and saw that it was a quaint folk museum, decorated in an old-fashioned style. There was a flower shop opposite, but it was closed, and there was an old bookstore next door.

These kinds of shops didn't quite match the fast-paced modern society, but they were all located in the old city area, giving people a feeling of staying in the previous era, slow and leisurely, making people nostalgic.

He pushed open the door.

"Welcome."

The crisp sound of the bell and the greeting of the museum owner.

He saw the owner of the museum.

Wearing simple clothes, sitting quietly in the museum, enveloped in the shadows of the antiques.

As a historian, Dong Yuefeng suddenly felt that the young man had also turned into an antique.

.................

"Hello, Master Wei..."

Dong Yuefeng snapped back to reality and greeted politely.

Then his attention was involuntarily drawn to the museum's collection, and then he recognized that almost all of them were fakes. When he withdrew his gaze, he was slightly startled to see an ancient pottery on the wooden cabinet that seemed a little different from the others. He couldn't help but approach and observe it.

The pottery was held in place by a glass cabinet.

There was a piece of paper inside, but it was turned upside down, so he couldn't see the text on it.

Dong Yuefeng stared at the pottery, looked at it for a long time before retracting his gaze, and couldn't help but sigh, "A red pottery earthenware with painted beast ears, this style is very ancient. I didn't expect to see it here."

He saw the young owner smiling and said, "I made it."

Dong Yuefeng looked at the obvious fakes around him, thoughtfully, without thinking too much, just smiled apologetically and said, "As I get older, sometimes when I see things I like, I can't help but want to look at them more. I'm sorry for bothering you, Master."

"Not at all, please have a seat."

Wei Yuan invited Dong Yuefeng to sit down.

The old man looked at the young Wei Yuan, even though he knew from Yu Xuecong that he was a young man, but he still felt that he was too young. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but at the same time, he hoped to see the young man's teacher.It is believed that the special ancient-style pottery that he learned from an old man is similar to the Shang Dynasty bronze vessel. Dong Yuefeng couldn't help but ask after a brief conversation, "Wei Guan Master, your pottery is very well made. I wonder where you learned it from?"

Wei Yuan paused for a moment and smiled, "At first, I learned it by secretly observing the old people in the village."

"Then I just experimented on my own, adding strokes where I thought it would look better. Occasionally, there were some mistakes, but I thought it would be troublesome to remake it, so I just left it as it is. Pottery is meant to be used anyway."

Dong Yuefeng was surprised and astonished.

Then he felt that Wei Yuan was deceiving him and couldn't help but frown -

That kind of ancient style is extremely obvious and orthodox.

There is a rigorous study of the patterns, colors, and specifications of ancient pottery. It is a systematic discipline, and various works can fill an entire bookshelf. He just saw that every part of the pottery perfectly conforms to the rules of ancient pottery.

It can almost be said to be extremely orthodox, without any errors.

Even the most knowledgeable masters and professors in the study of ancient pottery art would not be able to find any flaws. They could only marvel at the craftsmanship. The person who made the pottery must have thoroughly studied the rules of ancient pottery, which requires serious learning to achieve such orthodoxy.

How could it be something he figured out on his own?

And what's with the attitude of thinking it's wrong, so he doesn't bother to change it...

Everything on it is clearly orthodox and highly respected as excavated ancient pottery, strictly adhering to the rules followed by future ceramic artists, without any violations or deviations!

Even though Dong Yuefeng has a good temper, he almost burst out laughing at how easily the lie was exposed, especially when he heard the voice of the Shang Dynasty bronze vessel in his backpack, as if it was laughing secretly, saying, "This little guy is deceiving you."

"This thing, even if it was placed in my era, would definitely be considered a classic example."

Dong Yuefeng didn't lose his composure because of the Shang Dynasty bronze vessel speaking. He already knew that only he could hear the voice of the Shang Dynasty bronze vessel, and others couldn't hear a single sound.

For example, this young man in front of him remained unchanged.

Obviously, he didn't notice anything.

Although Dong Yuefeng was somewhat disappointed and angry that this young man was fooling him, he still reluctantly spoke, "Wei Guan Master, the reason I came to disturb you this time is because I saw the ancient-style pottery you made before. I happen to have one here and I wanted to see if you have any thoughts on it."

He carefully took out the Shang Dynasty bronze vessel from his bag.

He pushed the dried and antique bronze vessel in front of Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan was not surprised. He reached out and touched the Shang Dynasty bronze vessel. When he touched it with his right hand, the spirituality that was born from it suddenly stagnated, and he instantly realized that something was wrong.

Dong Yuefeng, who was already disappointed, even regretted whether he should have taken out the Shang Dynasty bronze vessel. What if it caused trouble? Just as he was about to take it back, he found that his old companion suddenly stopped talking. He thought it was another exhaustion of spirituality and fell into a deep sleep, but he realized that something was wrong.

He subconsciously widened his eyes and looked at the young museum curator.

In Dong Yuefeng's eyes, the young curator, who had the temperament of a historical relic but was still young, nodded slightly and said in a gentle and polite voice, "Wait..."

Dong Yuefeng nodded heavily, excited in his heart. He finally found someone who could still hear the voice. In that case, even after he left, the bronze vessel would not be lonely for thousands of years. He felt a bit lost and curious about who this person in front of him was.

Wei Yuan saw the hidden story in the Shang Dynasty bronze vessel.

He saw the silhouette of the Shang Dynasty king and his expression filled with emotion. It was indeed an artifact from the Shang Dynasty. But when he saw the picture of the majestic and heroic king facing a young girl, his expression froze slightly. He saw the girl wearing the attire of the Shang Dynasty, her eyebrows and eyes clear and beautiful. Even without any makeup, she was still stunning, with a natural charm.

But what made his expression freeze was not the girl's appearance.

It was because he recognized this girl.

If she were to change into modern attire and look a few years younger, she would be exactly like Su Yu'er. However, she was different because Wei Yuan recognized people based on their true spiritual aura. The stunning girl in this picture and Su Yu'er only had the same appearance, but their temperament and expression were completely different.

They were not the same person.

But there must be a deep connection.

Wei Yuan felt a slight burning sensation in his palm, and the bell in the museum rang again. A girl wearing a white waist-length dress and light blue high heels walked in, holding a letter in her hand. Since it was in the museum, she didn't wear glasses to conceal her face, revealing her true appearance. She spoke, "Wei Guan Master, here is your letter..."

Dong Yuefeng subconsciously turned his head to look.

Then his pupils contracted instantly, and the old man almost stood up abruptly.

And the voice of the Shang Dynasty bronze vessel rang out again, stuttering and unbelieving, "Queen, Queen?!"

Wei Yuan felt the scorching breath of the bronze vessel reach its peak when Su Yu'er entered. A damaged map appeared on one side of the bronze vessel. He lowered his head and saw recognizable words - Chaoge.

Su Yu'er saw the bronze vessel and looked confused. The scene in her dream became clearer. The unclear face and the beautiful and charming woman became clear. The girl's face gradually turned pale, and she suddenly took a step back and turned to escape.

Dong Yuefeng subconsciously wanted to chase after her, almost forgetting that he was just like an antique shouting loudly, "Queen, Queen!""Your Majesty, please wait!"

They wanted to give chase.

But their movements abruptly halted, unable to proceed.

The museum's door closed shut.

Dong Yuefeng's actions froze, involuntarily sitting down, lowering his head, only to see water flowing away from his ankles. It seemed that these gentle streams had just held him back. He lifted his head in disbelief, looking at the young man opposite him.

The latter leaned against a rattan chair, his expression serene, playing with the Shang Dynasty's bronze goblet, and smiled, saying:

"It seems that she doesn't want anyone to disturb her current life."

It took Dong Yuefeng a while to recover from the shock of seeing 'Su Daji'.

His heart was still surging.

He looked at Wei Yuan, fell silent for a moment, and still earnestly advised, "Master Wei, you saw the images on the ancient artifact, you should know who she is, why... this might be a huge breakthrough in the field of history, it holds great significance for historical studies."

"But she doesn't want to."

"But..."

"There are no buts in this matter."

Wei Yuan held the bronze goblet, and after Su Yu'er left, the map on the bronze goblet disappeared.

He poured a cup of tea for Dong Yuefeng, and replied:

"After all, I can barely be considered her elder."

"I was entrusted by someone, so I have to protect her to some extent."

Wei Yuan was referring to Su Yu'er, entrusted by Nu Jiao.

Dong Yuefeng, who was excited about seeing the ancient woman, was lost in thought. He slowly raised his head to look at the young man playing with the Shang Dynasty's bronze goblet, seeing his youthful face, and an ancient aura as if he was an antique.

His surging thoughts came to a halt.

PS: Thank you, Alliance Master 'Are you silly ii', thank you.

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