Museum of Demons

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Speak calmly.

This vast and majestic sentence, this is the first and only time Yuan saw the appearance of that person with flying brows. It was the first time that he understood what is called the first true cultivation of Shenzhou.

Fulu turned into a streamer, wrapped around that dagger.

Zhang Jiao slashed down with all his might, his sword qi surging horizontally and horizontally, and the extremely powerful qi luck real dragon was torn apart in an instant.

then,

Yuan saw that the broken air transport turned into small dragons and beasts and tigers. In this dim and dim illusion, the scene was magnificent and vast, and people couldn't help but look disillusioned, like heaven and earth discolored.

The collapse of luck in the Great Zhou gave birth to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

And this will inevitably give birth to a brilliant era comparable to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

But the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it was a long five hundred years.

And this time, these brilliant characters will appear at the same time in just a few decades, and the heroes will stand side by side. That is the extremely bright time even in the vast five thousand years of China. At the same time, in the Luoyang Palace, the young The 27-year-old Lingdi suddenly fainted for a while without warning.

He died in just five years.

Emperor Han no longer had previous authority.

Yuan didn’t know this, he just watched the brilliant light come and go, some of them were stunned. Suddenly, the Taoist standing in front of the light shook and fell towards the back, falling on him. When descending, the scattered air luck, like shining stars, suddenly scattered in all directions of China.

Yuan supported Zhang Jiao, and saw the streamer shooting towards Shenzhou.

When one of the Tamrons flew past A Yuan, it was gently brushed against the scales of the young man's palm.

And this time, Zhang Jiao fell completely ill.

He could hardly get to the ground and eat very little. A Yuan was next to Zhang Jiao to take care of him. He watched this young Taoist lose weight little by little. One day Zhang Jiao suddenly became very interested and ate a bowl of porridge. , And even ate a chicken, but Yuan had an extremely unclear premonition in his heart.

Zhang Jiao let Yuan fetch "Tai Ping Yao Shu".

He stroked the book that he had renewed, and he was silent for a long time. He suddenly opened the content, tore off the pages of the book involving the dragon veins, and threw it directly into the stove. A Yuan was startled, and subconsciously went to grab it in the brazier, but Stopped by Zhang Jiao.

This action made Zhang Jiao's body worse, coughing violently.

The boy hurriedly beat Zhang Jiao on the back, but at this moment, the brazier suddenly shook.

Some of the pages were curled up by the fire and flew out of the house. Yuan was startled, and rushed out to look for what Zhang Jiao said, but saw that there was suddenly a flat ground and a bad wind, which made these pages of the book of peace and peace fly far. With the strength of the young man's feet, he couldn't catch up at all.

Zhang Jiao was a little tired, looked into the distance, was silent for a long time, and said:

"Fine, is God's will so..."

He handed the rest of the Taiping technique to the young man, and said softly: "Take it, this is what I have learned in my life, heaven and earth, yin and yang, five elements, ten branches, disasters, and immortals..."

The young man knew his body state and said:

"Teacher, I don't have such a talent to finish learning."

Zhang Jiao smiled and stretched out his hand and rubbed it on the top of the young man's head, and said softly:

"It's okay. If you can't learn well, then accept a few more apprentices and pass on these things to them. If these knowledge can assist one of them and calm the troubled times, then it is the best. Those days are like Yin and Yang. Somewhat useful..."

The boy was silent for a long time and nodded seriously.

Zhang Jiao said: "Your child's body is already poor, so you should pay more attention to it in the future. Originally, this burden should be more suitable for Bai Qi or Ayan, but think about it again, they are the kind of personality that has gained momentum, I'm afraid It's even more unsuitable."

He lay on the bed and murmured: "This world is going to be in chaos, but this chaos starts with me again."

"In fact, it's ridiculous to think about it. As a Taoist, I failed to leave a complete inheritance. As a Han, I broke the dragon veins of the Han and wanted to treat illnesses and save people, but on the contrary, it caused more people to die. But I think that silence is silent, so quiet death. In the corner, things are even more intolerable."

"A Yuan, do you think that after breaking the dragon veins, will there be an overlord who also thinks about ordinary people's life? If there is, you can go to him. It really doesn't work. It's fine to grow vegetables. There are a few acres of land. You can live a good life."

"Actually, I still hope that you will find a few disciples and start a Taoist temple to treat illnesses and save people. Then, you will raise up the little Taoist priests, teach them Taoism, medical skills, and so on, and then the little Taoist priests will grow up, and then go to cure illnesses and save people. The world is peaceful, then open the Taoist temple, and then take in a few little Taoists..."

"In fact, Master told you, Master is just a liar."

"I told them that there was a golden age. Actually, I don't know what it was like. I don't know whether there will be real peace in future generations."

Zhang Jiao smiled and stroked the child's head.

"Don't starve to death."

The young man raised his head and burst into tears.

The young Taoist squinted his eyes and slowly began to doze.

Finally, he murmured the last words of his life:

"Master is tired, sleep for a while..."

……………………

Zhang Jiao passed away.

Liu Niu and Zhang Liang rushed back. After a **** battle, Liu Niu looked a lot more aggressive. He looked at the young man who was holding the nine-section scepter and said nothing. He stretched out his palm and rubbed his hair heavily. What? Did not say that Zhang Liang commanded the Yellow Turban of the Jizhou Ministry.

And immediately afterwards, the army from Huangfusong attacked and killed it.

Even A Yuan will be on the battlefield. In this Guangzong land, Liu Niu patted him on the head, handed him a spear, or a spear, and said: "You are always so weak, little guy. But it’s okay. The battlefield is different from a one-on-one match. Simple moves may not be useless. Follow me to learn."

With the gun in both hands, he stabbed forward and retracted.

Simple movements, but with a strong aura of killing.

Yuan nodded and practiced these movements meticulously. He still had to live. He wanted to find a true heir for the teacher, and taught him all the right time and place, Qimen Dunjia, and the wind and rain call. He thought of the big man's fortune. At that time, the long and elegant blue dragon was a little lost.

Liu Niu slapped him on the top of his head.

Had to continue to practice this method honestly.

Huangfusong’s army quickly arrived. Surrounding this Guangzong City, a battle was almost on the verge. It was the elite of the big man in the true sense. In this Guangzong City, only the Yellow Turban of Jizhou, who first followed Zhang Jiao, faced With this gap, Zhang Liang insisted.

The mourning soldier will win.

Even if the opponent is no longer a corner, just a beam.

The elites of the Han Dynasty led by Huangfu Song were still unable to capture the city or the isolated Yellow Turban army for more than a month, but at this time, Tang Zhou, who was rewarded for betraying the Taipingdao, rushed to Huangfu Song's military camp again.

He wears silk and silk, is accompanied by carts and horses, eats first-class delicacies, drinks old wine, and is surrounded by beauties, which can be described as the most beautiful.

He begged to see Huangfu Song, and he had a plan to break the yellow scarf.

Huangfusong only met this former Taipingdao disciple and asked about the strategy. Tang Zhou knelt on the ground and moved forward and said: "The official once heard that the thief Zhang Jiao had died of illness in the camp. As the saying goes, the mourning soldier must win. At this moment, a strong attack on the Yellow Turban thief is bound to fail, but there is also a saying that is called a rush, then decline, and exhaustion."

"Tomorrow, the general may not leave the camp."

Huangfu raised his eyes, "Oh?"

Tang Zhou whispered: "Zhang Jiao has been dead for more than a month. He has been fighting repeatedly and cannot be buried."

"Tomorrow they will definitely find a way to get him into the soil first, even if it's just a simple funeral, they can be looked at. Those yellow turban soldiers must be sad and tired at night. Then the general will rush to kill before dawn. Hit the enemy."

Huangfusong stared at Tang Zhou with cold eyes.

Tang Zhou said with a flattering smile: "It's just for me."

Huangfu nodded slowly: "...work."

"If this plan is successful, there is Mr.'s credit."

After a while, Tang Zhou walked out, with a calm temperament and wind in his footsteps. Obviously he had never seen the surrounding sergeants in his eyes, but after walking a few steps, suddenly the sound of a gust of wind in his ears made an arrow directly pierced his head bun. He turned his face pale with horror, turned his head, and saw a young man with an ordinary figure in red, with a fresh-clothed angry horse, and he casually opened his bow.

Tang Zhou recognized this person and left in embarrassment.

Next to the young man in red, a handsome young man in armor raised his eyebrows and said:

"Ama, what are you doing? This is a military camp, how can it be so stubborn?"

The young man in red said casually:

"It's not pleasing to the eye."

"Telling your master to betray your ancestors, betray your friends for glory, whichever sunset is in my hands, find a cause and kill."

"Can you see this person at first?"

The handsome young man snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "How can he come into my eyes?"

The young man in red laughed and pointed at the young man again and again: "It really is you!"

……………………

On this day, the Han army could not leave the camp, and the Yellow Turban army finally couldn’t help being sad, and buried Zhang Jiao in this Guangzong land. The Taoist once pulled them out of the black abyss, but now he is better than them. Leave earlier.

A deep sorrow lingers in everyone's hearts.

Under this sadness, the lone army exploded from the exhaustion that Huangfusong led the elite support for January. Everyone fell asleep. The same was true for A Yuan. He fell asleep, and suddenly remembered that when he was very young, he laughed. There are dimples on his cheeks, and he handed it to the Taoist who had his own chicken.

He was suddenly awakened.

When I opened my eyes, I saw raging flames, smoke, the sound of weapons colliding, the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, the boy was dumbfounded, and a soldier in Han army costumes in front of him severely chopped at him. When he came down, his movements suddenly stagnated, and then he fell to the side, Liu Niu rushed in with a panic face.

He told A Yuan that the Han army took advantage of the chance to sleep the deepest before dawn to launch a surprise attack.

Must break through immediately.

A Yuan carried Master’s nine-section scepter, wrapped in oilcloth in his arms, and followed Liu Niu to try to break through. Liu Niu was a yellow turban warrior sharpened on the battlefield. He carried a knife on his back and a spear in his hand, even if it was a cloth war. , This long-handled weapon also has greater power.

The boy saw Zhang Liang, his uncle.

He wanted to say something, but Zhang Liang patted his shoulder hard and grinned.

Then ran forward and laughed loudly:

"General Ren Gong is here, who dares to take my life?!!!"

A Yuan was pulled by Liu Niu and ran towards the trail.

Guangzong City is not big, and the surrounding environment is a bit chaotic. This gives them a chance to break through. There is a river next to it, and the fierce water can be heard. Liu Niu’s big hand presses on the young man’s hair and makes him bow his head. There are torches. In fact, the flames in the camp were bright enough, and the Han army chased them over.

The Yellow Turban Army here is only one in Jizhou.

Some of them are family members.

Compared with the Han army, it has no advantage at all.

A Yuan's eyes widened and saw that the Han army was approaching, and there were floating bodies in the river with arrows on them. Even if they escaped into the river, they would be shot and killed by the Han army who came to hear the sound of water. The Han Jun said that there are hundreds, maybe two or three hundred, Liu Niu lowered his voice and said:

"Lower your voice, cover your mouth, let's run away quietly."

A Yuan nodded, honestly covering his mouth, carrying a nine-scepter on his back.

The uncle raised him since he was a child, and he has always believed in Liu Niu.

And just as he retreated according to what Liu Niu said, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen and his eyes widened. He saw that Liu Niu's hand should be guarded against the long-handled weapon in front of him, and the handle of the gun hit himself and saw Liu Niu. Farther and farther away from me, I saw myself being thrown into the river.

Liu Niu turned his head, he stretched out his big hand and pressed it against A Yuan's hair as before.

Then, he dragged the yellow scarf on the boy's head straight away.

thump--

A Yuan fell heavily into the water, and the sound that he made attracted the attention of the Han army. He struggled to swim past, but could not resist the turbulence of this section of the river. The Han army suddenly shouted:

"I found it, there is a yellow turban thief here!!"

"Come on!"

The sound was heard from afar, and then there were dense footsteps. Liu Niu tied the yellow scarf in his hand to his arm. He held the gun in both hands, looked forward angrily, and roared:

"Come on, Yellow Turban Army Commander Qu, Si Li is here!!!"

The boy stared in the river.

Do not……

Do not!

Standing on this narrow path with guns in both hands, Liu Niu suddenly felt like he could never use up his vigor. The gun in his palm kept piercing and killing enemies. He glared at the front, his arm came from Brother Paoze's yellow turban danced fiercely, like an unquenchable flame.

He is standing here alone, but it seems that he is full of brothers and comrades standing beside him, he gritted his teeth-

Come on, let's fight together again!

Come on, let's pave the way for children!

come! ! !

I don't know how long it has passed.

With a clank, the weapon leaned on the ground, and Liu Niu gasped quickly. There were more than 30 Han army corpses lying around, and there was even a general. It turned out that the night battle was unprepared and it would be really uncomfortable. Killing more than 30 people will also break.

The surrounding Han army hesitated to step forward.

Surrounding this man with a rather simple face, some people snarled: "Come on, he's dying! There is a yellow turban thief behind him. He must be an important person to protect him. That's a great military exploit!"

Puff, the broken gun was thrown out, piercing the young general.

Liu Niu slowly got up, the armor on his body was broken, arrows were inserted upside down, his eyes were scarlet, he pulled out a knife next to him, held the knife in both hands, leaned on the ground, gritted his teeth and roared:

"How can you let you pass!"

"With XX, stay!"

The terrible suffocation on the battlefield made the Han army afraid to approach.

The sky was already lit up, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a hundred-man crossbow team was transferred, Liu Niu stood up straight, he once again killed one person with a knife, suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air, subconsciously raised his head, and saw how many arrows. , Pounced towards him like black rain.

At this moment, his thoughts stagnated and became slow.

As if the speed of the arrows falling has slowed down, the bright morning light fell on the delicate arrows, under the clusters of icy steel arrows, the arrows appeared yellow in the sun, densely ——

It's like the wheat in autumn when I was young.

The steel tore the flesh and blood flowed out~www.NovelMTL.com~ Liu Niu's eyes still widened.

Standing still on the spot, the sunrise reflected in his eyes, and the blood-stained yellow scarf dancing with the wind.

………………

Wei Yuan didn’t know when he opened his eyes. He sat quietly in the quiet room with the nine-segment scepter in front of him. The sandalwood beside him had been burned. He stretched out his hand and looked at the palm of his hand. It is extremely vague.

He opened his mouth, as if looking for some reason.

"why……"

"That's just the past, that's not my experience, it's not Wei Yuan's experience."

"But why, huh, it is the influence of the true spirit..."

Wei Yuan wiped away his tears indiscriminately and stood up. He thought of familiar faces, but his heart suddenly showed a kind of extreme pain. In pain, he could hardly stand upright. He staggered and knelt on the ground. His face was pale and his ears were pale. A familiar voice came from the bank:

"Little guy, why are you still so sick?"

"That won't work."

There seemed to be a broad palm pressed against his hair, rubbed it, and pressed it down.

Lifted his head, there was no one.

Tears finally came out uncontrollably. In this quiet room, Wei Yuan opened his mouth and fell to his knees. A depressed, extremely painful voice sounded. He suddenly remembered that when he got the jade dragon, he had A flashing picture.

King Zhou Mu hoped to get the elixir from Queen Mother of the West, but was rejected.

King Zhou Mu asked, didn't you say that you are in love with me? Why can't you give me a long life?

The West Queen Mother of that generation whispered:

"I am nostalgic for you, so I don't want to."

"Because longevity is the cruelest curse in the world."

PS: Today’s second update...Thanks to the leader of Qianxia Qingsang, thank you~

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