Museum of Demons

Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist finally came back to their senses. Looking at the words that had been recorded by people for two thousand years, they still felt a sense of unreality as in a dream, like stepping on cotton. .

They subconsciously recalled what the man said in the yard today.

I found that what he said fits almost perfectly with the words recorded by Han Tan.

The old Taoist priest looked at the text of this ancient book and muttered: "It's too detailed, too similar, it's almost like..." He couldn't continue, Zhou Jiefu took a breath and said: "It's almost like it is. He personally experienced the same."

Both of them stopped talking.

They subconsciously looked at the carved sword that was quietly placed in the transparent booth.

The famous sword weapon of the ancient times was put in the bronze scabbard, and fell asleep quietly, as if the sharpness of everything had been reduced.

But they still remember that just now, when it was held by the young museum owner, the sword screamed like a beast with open fangs, roaring in a low and wanton manner, as if leaving the world for a long time. For the hero, the rust deposited on the sword body over the years was blown up by the wind, surrounding him, sharp and cold.

"His name is Wei Yuan?"

"Ok."

The old Taoist replied, thinking of the picture he saw in that dream when he first met. The lonely general rushed to the brave overlord. If you say, he is really the stubbornness recorded in the classics. Ji Lang's words, then the so-called dream of fighting with the overlord, also has enough explanation.

There is Yu Ji, and the old man.

That's it.

The corner of the old Taoist's eyes twitched. He seemed to know something, but he didn't tell these things. Zhou Jiefu swallowed, put down the file, and said, "Do you think we want to talk about this matter?"

The old Taoist lowered his voice and said, "Whether it is true or not, keep it secret."

Zhou Jiefu said, "I think so too."

Just now I reminded Zhou Jiefu’s researcher to come over and greeted with a smile: "Old Zhou, and this veteran road leader, we will have a seminar later to discuss the next direction. Do you both want to participate? a bit?"

If before, Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist were still interested in this kind of thing.

But now they are full of the words just now, where are they still thinking about participating in this kind of obviously boring research conference. Although the researcher was kindly invited, they declined, and then they didn't want to stay here and stay for a while. After a little refreshment, he said hello to leave.

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And at this moment.

Wei Yuan is riding a shared bicycle, carrying the vegetables he bought along the road, while thinking about some questions, while rushing back. He had seen Jue in the late Qin Dynasty, and the graceful and dignified woman, if there were no accidents, she should be Queen Mother of the West. Up.

Queen Mother of the West lives in Kunlun Mountains for long.

But Jue once said before that there was a problem in West Kunlun, so he didn't go back.

In the Tang Dynasty, when the Sangha entered the customs, Ying Long Gengchen, who was the Shui Jun of Huai Shui at that time, also left the waters under his control and went back to Kunlun Mountain, and never appeared again.

I don't know what happened to Kunlun Xu.

In the late Qin Dynasty, Queen Mother Xi was a great help, allowing him to get revenge.

Wei Yuan has a very good sense of the Queen Mother of the West, coupled with the relationship between Jue, if possible, he still hopes to find out what happened to Kunlun Xu, if there is anything in his power, he also wants to help, but think carefully. Thinking of the power of those gods, Wei Yuan laughed at himself and suppressed the idea.

His own strength is still too weak.

If it is really a predicament that even the Kunlun Xu gods have fallen.

So even if he went to see it, he would just send a remote takeaway.

The current self, even if I go to Sakurajima to see the whereabouts of Xushi, I’m afraid I can’t do it. Judging from the development and mythology of Sakurajima for two thousand years, Xushi is probably not dead, but has swallowed Sakurajima Genchu The immortal potion cultivated by the divine nature has accumulated over two thousand years of Taoism, and he is definitely not an opponent now.

He also needs to heal his injuries, improve his cultivation and strength, in order to cut that Xu Shi under the sword.

As for helping Queen Mother Xi...

Wei Yuan suddenly thought of what the dignified woman said to him with a smile at the end of Qin Dynasty, as well as her own promise, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

‘Then he must be a person with eyes and no beads. ’

‘If I can see it, I’ll give my wife a breath. ’

Wei Yuan paused in his thoughts, coughed slightly, kept his eyes closed, and said silently in his heart, in fact, this is not a lie, it means that after seeing it, I gave Queen Mother Xi a breath, but I couldn't see'him'. The way to do it is still to be discussed, maybe ordering a delicious meal to try to kill'him' is also a way to vent your anger.

Wei Yuan silently hypnotized himself, feeling that his mind was masterful.

It happened to be a red light in front of him. Let the martial arts superb and deep, the rules that should be followed still have to be observed. Wei Yuan squeezed the brakes and stopped. He saw the crossroads and the traffic was endless. He was still immersed in thinking. Suddenly saw a middle-aged man in his thirties sitting in the back seat of a taxi.

Wearing dark green clothes, short head, thick eyebrows, and big eyes.

His brows were frowned, as if he was thinking of something, very ecstatic.

Wei Yuan remembered him.

Just before Zhang Hao came to pick him up to see Qin Jian, this person was hesitating at the entrance of the museum, as if he wanted to come in, but he was hesitant. When Wei Yuan found out, he walked quickly.

The car quickly passed by the intersection in front of Weiyuan.

It is an episode that Wei Yuan doesn't care about the people who are only one side by fate.

It’s not too far from the museum.

He rode for a while and hurried back home. Yu Ji and Jue happened to be a guest in the museum. When Wei Yuan walked into the museum, the Overlord's spear hissed again and pointed directly at Wei Yuan. Even Yu Ji was inattentive. , Couldn't control it, the gun had turned into a cold light and tore it over.

Wei Yuan was putting down the vegetables he bought. He noticed the strong wind and never drawn his sword. He just swept his side coldly. The Overlord's spear suddenly stopped in the void, never moved forward, just whistling slightly in the air, like Facing the enemy.

Yu Ji was stunned.

Wei Yuan constricted his eyes, and suppressed the murderous intent that had been smudged.

Different from the memory fragments of the past, the memory of the Three Kingdoms I was only incomplete Taiping Taoism. This time, a large number of memory fragments of the end of Qin emerged, including the iron eagles who crossed the battlefield, including He Bawang's That fight.

Only the broken Overlord's spear and no Overlord by his side, Wei Yuan was enough to stun it for a short time.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, gently tapped on the side of the blade of the Overlord's gun, and smiled at Yu Ji:

"I said, it just admitted the wrong person."

"Is that right."

He lowered his head, smiling and staring at the Overlord Spear.

The Overlord Spear was unwilling to tremble, but he had to be threatened by Wei Yuan and was re-stuffed into the box. Yu Ji came to him this time because the water ghost opened the talisman and released the Overlord Spear. As a result, the previous box was lost. The effect was that there was no way to seal this ancient weapon, so I had to come to find Wei Yuan to apply it again.

Wei Yuan set up the talisman again, sealed the Overlord Spear in the box, and sent away Yu Ji.

After a while.

Jue stretched out his hand and pressed it three inches above Wei Yuan’s heart. With his eyes closed, fresh air appeared to relieve Wei Yuan’s injury. Wei Yuan looked at the girl with closed eyes in a daze. He was clearly only talented in this life. It didn't take long to know Jue, but what Jue was like when he was a child, and what he looked like at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he actually knew it, as if he really had walked through Jue's long years.

Jue opened his eyes and said, "Your injury will recover quickly, but you will have to take care of it for a month or two. During this time, try not to use your full strength, or you may have sequelae.

Wei Yuan nodded, paused, looked at the black pupils that were as clear as the long wind in the sky, and sighed in a low voice:

"You saved me again."

"also?"

Jue glanced at Wei Yuan suspiciously, then smiled and shook his head:

"Obviously you saved me."

"So, this time we can be considered equal at best."

"Although you can't say that between friends."

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In the research institute of antiquities.

Numerous researchers gathered together for a meeting. Among them, a gray-haired old man and a man about forty years old gave an impassioned recount of the next program. Several times in a row, first the Huai Shui diversion, and then Ying Tianfu battle, extraordinary. The era is about to come.

The importance of their research institute has also risen sharply.

Because the aura has disappeared, leading to the generation of inheritance, while starting to study and develop modern practice models, there was a prosperous and extraordinary era in the past, which has become a precious material with important reference value.

"Therefore, it is necessary to develop gifts from ancestors that are buried under the earth."

"We have found the next research goal and have applied for it. It will be the most suitable, appropriate, and valuable place. Its value and significance are not inferior to the splendor of Shindai."

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Because Wei Yuan was injured, Jue helped take care of him, and the food was also contracted.

The girl’s black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she was wearing a dark blue apron with a Winnie the Pooh on the apron.

He hummed softly the current popular tunes, raised his hand and circulated the breeze, directing the kitchen utensils.

And Wei Yuan looked at the quiet old street outside, in a daze. This is an era of sufficient peace, at least in the land of Shenzhou. Teacher, your majesty, rest assured, the era you are looking forward to is now being staged one by one.

I will look at this era instead of you.

Wei Yuan took out the jade dragon accessory, and there was a faint stream of light on it. He suspected that the memory of the previous recovery was sufficiently rich and detailed, because the carved sword and this jade dragon wear resonated, after all, he had worn this thing for a long time.

But it's time to let go.

He rubbed the jade pendant and put it down.

That was the agreement of the first emperor.

That is the memory and identity of the last warrior on the Black Ice Platform~www.NovelMTL.com~ That is the identity of the Daqin general, the first emperor’s guard, and the order of the halberd.

Your Majesty, Yongan.

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The forty-year-old head of the research institute patted the table heavily, his eyes bright:

"If our goal can be fully developed, the richness of the harvest is even more valuable than the relics of the gods. Apart from the classics, there are thousands of ancient warriors there, as well as those made by Qin Mo. Golden Man Twelve!"

"We want to develop the tomb of Qin Shihuang!"

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