Museum of Demons

When Wei Yuan held the Crouching Tiger's waist card with great expectation, the merit numbers flashed across the eyebrow soul platform.

Then a smile at the corner of his mouth completely solidified.

The part that represents the merits is still empty. Even if the beheading of the imps and the capture of the painted slaves, there are three points of merit, and the many evil gods in the Huai River Basin were beheaded, and there was not even a merit value left to him.

The part shown by the Crouching Tiger Waist Card has not changed in the slightest.

The defender Yuan found the difference.

The picture scroll representing Weird Force and Chaos God is slightly lit up.

Wei Yuan's consciousness moved slightly, and the strange power and chaotic **** scrolls flashed, and a rolled scroll appeared. One of the scrolls flew out and slowly unfolded in front of him. There was a blank space, and then the form of a river appeared from the left. On the bank of the river is kneeling people praying for sacrifices.

A person sits cross-legged on the river, the water is a sword, and the spirits who claim to be gods fall down

A line of text appeared next to it.

"Guai Li Luan Shen Picture Volume: Seventy-six of Gods"

In the Huai Shui Nie God's chaos, Si Li Xiaowei Wei shot and killed, in order to suffocate the world.

Then text appeared next to him, and the picture scroll of the strange power and chaos **** appeared next to Wei Yuan, asking Wei Yuan to write his own name, and Wei Yuan realized at this moment that he had used his helpless power to kill the **** of the Huai Shui River and transformed it into It was not meritorious deeds, but "Guai Li Luan Shen Tu Juan" recorded by Crouching Tiger Ling.

And it is classified as a scroll of God.

According to the previous understanding of Crouching Tiger Ling, this is not a merit, but a qualification.

In exchange for top inheritance and magic weapon qualifications.

And bear the brunt of the Dragon Tiger Mountain male and female Dragon Tiger Sword.

And the inheritance of magic weapons from all ages.

It is not only merits that can be exchanged for it. You must do something big enough to be recorded by the Crouching Tiger Order to obtain this qualification. The Crouching Tigers of the past did not hope that the treasures of the predecessors would be shamed in the hands of future generations. This is considered a selection. Even in the ancient Crouching Tiger, not every generation can make such a major event.

Wei Yuan exhaled and looked at the new dossier in his hand.

This qualification is undoubtedly more valuable than mere merit.

He stretched out his hand and Void wrote his name in the blank space on the side of the file, Wei Yuan, but Crouching Tiger Ling did not record it. He thought for a while, and had to compare his name with the ancient characters and replace it with seal script. Written on it later.

The text lights up, then the streamer fades, and the dossier closes.

Suddenly, the Crouching Tiger Order opened. While the dossier flew into the Dahan’s arsenal and kept it, something flew out and went straight to Wei Yuan. The latter had already subconsciously reacted to Wu Xia Amon, raising his hand to hold this thing. In the hand, the tentacles are cold, whistling faintly, this is a sword.

The abnormality on the Crouching Tiger Order disappeared.

Only the sword in Wei Yuan's hand was left.

It seems that after recording the dossier, I got this object as feedback.

In other words, this sword has experienced many Crouching Tiger hands?

Is it similar to the inheritance that can be touched after reaching a certain level?

Wei Yuan was a little curious and looked carefully. The sword was not a broad sword used by generals like the Eight-faced Han sword in his hand, or even a war sword that was not a four-faced Han sword. The sword was slender and it was a sharp sword. General Wei Yuan The sword was pulled out, the blade was still cold, and the faint talisman text lit up on the back of his hand.

Wei Yuan sat down, a picture appeared before his eyes.

Moon Dew takes a photo.

At the same time, strands of blue light on the sword climbed past, entangled in the back of his hand.

This is indeed a heritage.

…………………………

After the magical effect of Moon Dew's photos stabilized, Wei Yuan saw an ancient city. On a very majestic and quaint school, there were teenagers giving lectures. Among them, astronomy, geography, and the book of Heluo Weiwei were mentioned. Being good at it, Wei Yuan raised his eyes and looked over, and saw that this place was huge and crowded with people.

Hundreds of less people listened to his lectures.

Most of them are people older than this boy.

The mighty and magnificent is amazing.

The people around could not see him, and they were fascinated by hearing. Wei Yuan simply found a quiet place and listened quietly. After a full hour, the lecture was over. The boy came down with the classics, and then hundreds of students. All are respectful and respectful to the teacher's gift.

The boy was half-littled sideways.

Wei Yuan saw that the clothes he was wearing were the same as those who listened to.

All are students.

But these people are obviously students, but these people learn from it. Obviously it is not simple. The picture moves with the boy. Wei Yuan slowly follows behind him, seeing his calm and gentle expression, meticulous in dealing with others, and his waist. A sword is exactly the one that emerged from the Dahan's arsenal.

The young man finally gathered with another person. The man with raised eyebrows looked older than the lecturer. His skin was bronzed and his face was lean. When he saw the white boy, he smiled and joked: "Fu Han Your reputation is getting more and more full, hahaha, masters who are too educated have to convince you."

The teenager who was called Fuhan smiled bitterly: "Zhong Sheng, don't make fun of me anymore."

Zhong Sheng smiled and spread his hands together and said: "Where is this teasing? You are a descendant of the Marquis, young and promising, proficient in Confucianism and Taoism, and knows everything about astronomy and geography, so there are more than a thousand lorewalkers. I am nothing but be honest."

The boy in white was dumbfounded and speechless.

Zhong Sheng stopped his friend's shoulders and smiled: "Walk around, it's rare for you to have free time. I am two years older than you. The old mother in the family still needs support, and she will have to leave Luoyang soon. Today, you and I will get together."

Zhong Sheng is obviously poor in his family. Even though he has to go to school because of his family background, he has to barely live here. If he wants to entertain guests, he can't help it. When the boy blinked and looked at his friend cheeky, the boy in white Had to honestly take out the money bag, so Zhong Sheng was overjoyed, and spent all the money in the money bag to buy meat and wine. The family was poor, and he simply left the city.

At this moment, the power of the Han Dynasty is strong, and the surroundings of Luoyang, the capital city, are naturally safe.

They looked for a mountain, avoided the outingers, and sat on Gaopo, where Luoyang was prosperous in the distance. Zhong Sheng sighed contentedly, laid out the wine and vegetables on the stone, patted the mud seal of the wine jar, and drank with their necks back. , Yelling happily.

The white-clothed boy drank it in a cup, was teased, and just smiled and shook his head.

The wine and meat gradually became drunk. Zhong Sheng hiccuped and looked at the prosperous capital in the distance. He said with emotion, "I'm going back. There is still a big brother in the house. I can't enter the court first, let alone my little sister. When I grow up, my mother is also older. It's not comparable to you. Your talent has already been revealed, and you will surely be on the same track."

The boy in white took a sip of wine and said flatly: "But I don't like these..."

Zhong Sheng was surprised: "What's not to like?"

The boy replied: "The Confucian strategy of governing the country cannot seek longevity and cannot answer the mystery of life and death."

Zhong Sheng scratched his head and said:

"Changsheng? How many emperors have been seeking immortality throughout the ages, and which one has to be made?"

"Born in the world, a man should make an immortal merit. It is true to be honored as a minister. If you are seeking longevity, why don't you look for the immortal flowers in West Kunlun as well as the ancients? The prolonged life in the scriptures of mountains and seas. Medicine? They should be able to solve your problem."

The boy in white:

"That’s Zhong Sheng, you don’t know. The ancient gods have not been shown in the world for a long time. Both the unicorn and the beast have been things in the Confucian period. The West Kunlun has not appeared for a long time and has not responded to the sacrifices. All the gods that existed in ancient times have disappeared."

"Evil devil mountain ghosts are on the contrary more and more, occupying incense and offering sacrifices."

Zhong Sheng thought for a while, and then said: "Haven't your majesty once confessed landscapes and land for gods only?"

"It is enough that these gods of mountains and rivers are responsible for regulating the veins."

The white-clothed boy shook his head again and said, "Heaven and earth are born of nature, and the gods from West Kunlun are the gods; and the imperial emperor of the dynasty in the world can only be called the earth only, not the god."

"They uphold the fate of the human dynasty and the birth of sacrifices. They are connected with the fate of a country and share prosperity and humiliation. When the dynasty is strong, they can naturally call the wind and the rain. When the dynasty is lonely, how many of these places can survive? How many survivors can get sacrifices again?"

"If the new dynasty confessed other existences, wouldn't the original place be reduced to an obscene worship?"

"This can only do those things that are icing on the cake, but it can't deliver charcoal in the fire. What's the use? Once a dynasty collapses, they will not be able to resist the evil repairs of demons, and it is more likely that these dynasties once imprisoned them. It will also become a way of demons."

Zhong Sheng took a sip of wine, and said: "The ancient gods disappeared, but you don't look down on the imperial seal of the dynasty."

"Then what are you going to do?"

The white-clothed boy stood up, looked at the distant capital from a distance, spit out a breath of alcohol, and said:

"The gods are not my clan, so you can't rely on yourself, but the land only follows the king's order, and it rises and falls once!"

When the elegant boy spoke, he was actually magnificent and proud.

He pointed to heaven and earth, and said: "Then why can't my Shenzhou human race establish the order of heaven and earth by myself, not gods, not earth only, but the younger disciples can call on the wind and call for rain, can cast down demons and kill demons, pass on from generation to generation, and protect our Chinese people from demons. Victimized!"

Zhong Sheng was dumbfounded and burst into laughter: "Zhang Ling, what a daydream you have!"

The white-clothed boy turned red and sat down and said, "Whether it can be done is still unknown."

Zhong Sheng suffocated a smile, thinking that his friend was going crazy after drinking too much, so he said: "Then how can you do this huge thing? Even if you can be like your ancestor Liuhou, you can live longer than the average life. Longer, can you do this kind of thing?"

The boy replied: "Children and grandchildren, I am poor, I will be a pioneer and only accept disciples."

Zhong Sheng said: "Tsk, disciple, but it's not cheap to study too much now, and private education also costs money."

Zhang Ling said: "Then I don't need to invest."

Zhong Sheng smiled and said: "Then you can't do it. What do you eat when you open the mountain, even if you can dig wild vegetables, it won't fill your stomach."

The white-clothed boy thought seriously and said, "How about joining with five buckets of rice?"

Zhong Sheng was dumbfounded, laughed suddenly, and his stomach hurts. Later, he realized that this friend did not seem to be joking. He rubbed his stomach and said, "Okay, well, if you can do it, then you, puff, five buckets of rice. How can you tell whether the disciples of later generations are good or bad? You died early then."

Zhang Ling said: "Simple, you and I both have a register, so I will compile a kind of register that seems to be a rural household, and call it a urn to prove my identity."

"Only by obtaining this Dharma can we mobilize the power of this formation."

Zhong Sheng opened his mouth and said, "Are you here for real?"

Zhang Ling calmly said: "Yes, I have decided to leave Taixue soon. The gods have already left, and the earth will only follow the dynasty's demise, but even if the dynasty dies, the city built by the previous generation can still be used and can resist foreign enemies and bandits. ."

Zhong Sheng's smile converged, and said: "Then other Qi refiners have also learned of your technique..."

Zhang Ling in white replied: "The Great Wall of Qin is not the power of his country. There are also the Great Walls of other countries during the Warring States period. It can build a mighty Great Wall for China that is hard to see with the naked eye, and resist foreign demons."

Zhong Sheng slapped his tongue, scratching his head and said:

"But it's too difficult, you won't be able to succeed in your life."

Zhang Ling sighed:

"Perhaps, after the death of a person, the soul will return to the great thousand, and this invisible Great Wall can be built by one body. There may be no progress for a hundred years and nothing for three hundred years. But I believe that after a thousand years, this city of thousands of miles will be built and protected. My people from China, a talisman can attract storms and thunder, and surrender foreign demons."

Looking at Zhang Ling's seriousness, Zhong Sheng laughed loudly: "It really is a daydream!"

Zhang Ling took a sip of wine and said, "Don't talk about me, what about you?"

"After returning to my hometown, waiting for the opportunity to enter the DPRK as an official?"

Zhong Sheng fell silent and said, "My father is a historian, but I don't want to be a historian. Before those old men retreat, I can only fight against them. Hey, I don't want to."

He raised his neck and took a sip of wine, stood up abruptly, pointed to Luoyang ahead and said loudly:

"The big man has no other ambitions, he should be like Fu Jiezi, and Zhang Qian has made meritorious deeds in order to win the title, and An Neng has a long history of pens and inkstones!"

The voice was agitated, and there was a laughter from a woman across the woods, but someone else was walking on the road, and there was a faint voice commenting on him talking loudly. The boy's face flushed, and he sat down in embarrassment. Now Zhang Ling is in white clothes, dumbfounded, and suddenly pointed at it The teenager laughed:

"Ban Zhongsheng, Ban Zhongsheng, why are you daydreaming here too?!"

Ban Zhongsheng gritted his teeth and said: "You wait, I will be sealed in the future!"

The boy in white nodded with a smile.

It means you continue to say, I'm listening.

Ban Zhong was so angry that he pointed to Haohao Zhangkong and said angrily:

"Fenghou!"

"I want to seal Hou!"

"And it's not the lords whose names are fiefs. Such lords have been passed down from generation to generation. I don't know how many of them will be in future generations. A man who is a man can do what he wants to do. Like a champion, he has a reputation as a prince. Even after thousands of years, when future generations mention this nobleman, it can only be my Ban Zhongsheng!"

The boy in white finally laughed wantonly: "Daydreaming!"

Someone passing by outing heard the voices of the teenagers and just chuckled. This is Luoyang, the bustling Central Plains. The teenagers in this city can dream whatever they want. Dreaming is the privilege of the teenagers, so they leave. , And did not take it to heart.

The two young men lay drunk in the mountains and spent the night.

On the second day, the two young men with the first hangover hugged their heads and rolled on the mountain with pain.

Almost falling down the mountain.

The face is pale.

When leaving, Zhang Ling released his sword, handed it to Ban Zhongsheng, and said, "This is an agreement."

"Do you remember what you said yesterday?"

Ban Zhongsheng took the sword, put it on his waist, stretched out his hand, and said calmly: "My Ban Zhongsheng, I will definitely let my big man dominate again, wherever the sun and moon come out, wherever the mountains and rivers come, all are concubines!"

"I am in one day, that is the Great Wall of the Western Regions."

Zhang Fuhan smiled and said: "I will go to various places to practice first. If it is possible, I will reshape the order for my Shenzhou that is not inferior to that of the gods. One generation will not succeed. For generations to come, this vast Great Wall will eventually be cast into one day. My Great Wall, no Will be inferior to your "Great Wall""

"Hahaha, you are determined to lose."

"That's not necessarily."

The teenagers left with high-five, laughed and parted, and then each went to their own destiny. They never met again in this life. When the old Ban Dingyuan passed away, the next generation depended on the Divine State of China as dependent on the mother. The same Western Regions are more than fifty countries surrendered to the Great Han.

The sword in his hand points forward--

Wanli Fenghou, Ban Dingyuan.

Unparalleled in the ages.

And just as the flowers in Luoyang were blooming, all the children and teenagers were chanting the year of Ding Yuanhou. After three years of elixir refinement by Zhang Ling, that year the dragon and tiger aura was actually produced by one person.

And the Hou Tianshi entered Shu.

After cutting down the mountains and breaking the temples, it was passed down through the Daomen, called Zhang Daoling.

That sword is here at this moment. The sword in Wei Yuan's hand slowly dimmed. His eyes were in a trance, and the past scene ended again. Dingyuanhou, who once opened the Western Regions Protector House, once established Zhang Daoling, who was inherited by the heavenly master for two thousand years. They were actually people of the same age, passing by in that era.

A talisman appeared on the back of Wei Yuan's hand.

It is the urn of Zhengyimeng's prestige——

The original urn.

It represents the ability to perform Taoism and arouse the power of the heavens and the earth. It represents the true cultivators of the past dynasties who walk in one body and built for the Divine State. They are not inferior to the rules and order of the gods. The teacher imagines the most romantic miracle for a thousand years.

The foundation of the Shenzhou Fulu system has spread for more than two thousand years, and it is unique in its supernatural powers.

Let the extraordinary order of China always maintain the basic core.

Any foreign gods can only try to steal and assimilate, but cannot open the cause of the gods' wars and seizures.

It is not a god, nor is it a land only.

And mankind in this ancient land has the most vast dream that has been possessed by true cultivation for generations.

Its name is--

Heaven!

All my disciples, teach the urn to cast spells, recruit the heaven and the earth to become prestige, and establish the right way for three days.

Zhengyi Mengwei.

Presented by Zhang Daoling.

Ban Dingyuan's appointment.

箓成.

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Dragon Tiger Mountain·Tianshi Mansion.

There are old Taoist priests dozing off.

The highest level of the generation dossier.

Under Zhang Daoling's name, there is an original hidden urn appearing. This is a record of the identity of the Taoist priest, and the hidden talisman slowly transformed ~www.NovelMTL.com~ finally shaped for the somewhat crooked official script text——

Wei Yuan.

Tied with Zhao Sheng and Wang Chang.

In the mountains, there were immature little Taoist priests playing and passing by, being arrested to recite scriptures, some Taoist priests slowly making pianos, and some lying dozing in front of the lotus pond. No one found a lotus flower in the lotus pond that was more than two thousand years old. The child sprouts slowly.

It's just lurking in the lotus pond, which is inconspicuous.

PS: One of the functions is to improve the talisman system

Overhead the world, and then the Eastern system is set without a heaven in the true sense. After all, if there are heavenly gods, many things are difficult to explain. Instead, the original mythology, the ancient gods, is chosen.

After all, it is the story of people and the story of heroes.

The history books record that Ban Superman was born in 32 years with great ambitions and non-trivial matters.

Zhang Daoling was born in Taixue in 34 years.