Museum of Demons

Chaoge City.

After the old lady came out of the mountain belly for a long time, she didn't recover for a long time.

I was amazed at the scene I saw, and I couldn't even think about it carefully. As long as I think about it, my nose will feel sour. They used to be considered cold and ruthless, sitting and watching the emperor who walked towards the city to the present situation. , How much did you pay in three thousand years?

Then, Fei Yu and Wu Yu sent the map.

Tell the old lady teacher what Wei Yuan said.

The latter was also pleasantly surprised by the effect of the fruits on the mountain of Chongwu. Compared with Wu Yu and Feiyu, he knew better about the current plight of Chaoge City, and also understood the value and significance of this treasure for Chaoge. The biggest problem facing Chaoge City is not a problem to improve the aptitude of future generations. He flipped through the map, shaking his palm, and gently brushing the location of Chongwu Mountain on this map.

Then read the words next to it in a low voice:

"The head of the Three Classics in the West is called the mountain of Chongwu. In the south of the river, there is wood yan. The leaves are white and the red is red and black. In fact, it is like a trifoliate, suitable for children and grandchildren."

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The five mountain gods left Chaoge City and walked together, preparing to return to their own mountains to nest.

The old man looked back at Chaoge and said with emotion: "It's a pity."

"I felt that breath. I thought it was Yuan. Since Yuan is here, then King Yu must be there too. But after halfway there, I found out that it was a new mountain god. Heh, although it is also a happy event, somehow, there is It feels like being happy for a while."

"It was King Yu who recorded our sacrificial methods, but how the sacrifices were made? Maybe he didn't care about the idea that Yuan gave, but that was the first time we tasted human food and wine. I always feel that I have never eaten such a good thing."

The burly mountain **** glared at him and said, "You are thinking of Yuan's food instead of King Yu."

The old man twitched his mouth and said, "The old man naturally respects King Yu."

"However, King Yu's character and character are too frugal." The old man finally found a complimentary word and said: "Because of his character, he doesn't pay attention to what he eats. Basically, he doesn't waste any food. What comes out is really not as good as Yuan's."

Lishi Shanshen glared at him, and said, "You fart, King Yu has no flaws!"

"Then do you think the sacrifice made by King Yu is delicious?"

"Unappetizing."

"Then it's over?"

Li Shi glared at the old man and said: "But even if it is not delicious, it is perfect!"

The Lao Mai Mountain God was helpless, too lazy to pay attention to this mountain god, but he felt that he was indeed a bull-shaped mountain god, and his character was really stubborn. He looked into the distance and whispered: "In any case, King Yu will never come back again. Qiu Guo, and Yuan..."

"The courtier of King Yu was also buried here."

The other mountain gods stopped talking.

Time is always cruel to people.

The old man drank the wine of the human race, and with his spirit of wine, he chanted an article of the Shanhaijing, which is also the mountain of Chongwu, but it is different from what Wei Yuan told the people in Chaoge City. The old and simple voice mixed in In the wind, it's like poetry:

"The head of the Three Classics of the West, the mountain of Chongwu, lies in the south of the river."

"Look at the mound to the north, the Zee of Yao to the south, the hill where the emperor catches the beasts to the west, and Yanyuan to the east."

"Dongwang Yan... Yuan!"

Shan Hai Jing.

After Yuan's death, King Yu completed the rest.

The head of the mountains of the Western Three Classics is Chongwu Mountain, which is in the south of the Yellow River in the God Dynasty.

I climbed this mountain and looked from the north to the Mt. Tomb Sui when my father died, and from the south, it was Daze where my teacher Yao Emperor was buried. Looking to the west, it was hunted by the late Emperor Shun. The hill, looking east, that is Yuan...

The accomplishment has been accomplished.

Everyone died.

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With a loud whistle, Wei Yuan pulled out the eight-faced Han sword with his backhand, and the iron eagle flapped its wings on the hilt.

He carried the eight-faced Han sword behind him.

The nine-section scepter is too big to carry, and the Zhang Daoling magic sword, Wei Yuan originally carried it, but think about it, the functions of the two swords are similar now. Losing one will not affect Wei Yuan’s strength. Big damage, besides, this time it was the monks of Taipingdao.

Using the Sword of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, it's somewhat unfair.

First use the octagonal sword to chop off one-third of the fish heads and place them in a special foam box. Inside are frozen ice packs. While laying them, they muttered. The old Taoist was too vague, and the refrigerator was reluctant to bear it. If you use it, you can use the freezer, and you don’t need an ice pack to cool down.

What age is it, and it is marinated in lime like the Three Kingdoms period.

Gee, old antique.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and put the head of the fish on his back. Wei Yuan carried the black cat on the back of his neck and warned the black cats seriously. Don't take advantage of the chance of him to leave and eat the fish head secretly, otherwise you can eat it for three months. The cat food was left untouched, and then he stepped out, with a creak, and the museum door closed slowly, regaining silence.

The black cat licked its paw.

Staring at the refrigerator, struggling inside.

Finally walked towards the refrigerator door.

Ah--

Stupid humans.

Actually thought he could threaten this uncle.

Da Da Da, Da Da Da—

Hearing the movement, it made its tail stand up in surprise, and then realized that the sound was not coming from the door. Turning its head, it saw that the box on the wooden cabinet was struggling, with gold-painted and red embroidered shoes sticking its head out of it, and hurriedly wanted to run towards it. At the door, it was unsuccessful, and it seemed a bit lonely and regretful. The soldiers of the Qi family and the water ghost also knew the origin of the red embroidered shoes, and knew the story of Wan Qiniang.

Binghun patted it to express his comfort.

The water ghost said quickly, "Maybe the owner of the museum is more important this time. Next time, I will go there later and get angry. Alas, the owner of the museum is not particular about it sometimes. You said to bring me too. It’s great to go to Sakurajima. I want to try some of the specialty drinks there."

"Whose tongue is behind you?"

The group of ghosts was stunned.

One side of the red embroidered shoe supported the ground, and the toe of the shoe lifted slightly, as expected.

Squeaking.

The door of the museum was opened, and Wei Yuan appeared at the door with a sword on his back.

He looked at the red embroidered shoes, as if returning to the original time, seeing that the regret and pain in his heart turned into the old man who bound the spirit, thought of Wan Qiniang's last song, thought of her lover who died in the country, thought That era.

Finally stretched out his hand and said: "Come on."

Wei Yuan whispered: "There is gratitude to repay gratitude, and there is grudge to avenge."

"I said."

"Besides, you want to go to Sakurajima too, don't you? The story back then should always have an ending."

"Where is there a story of the victim's suffering and the perpetrator's impunity?"

The red embroidered shoes jumped up, this time directly turned into a flying light, put it in a box, and was put in a backpack by Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan's gaze swept across the museum and looked at Qi’s soldier spirit, saying: "You follow me too. Come on, just leave a few housekeepers at home, there is no need for so many."

The eyes of Qi's army soldier soul lit up.

He straightened up subconsciously, squeezed the remnant sword, and shouted in a deep voice:

"promise!"

The water ghost raised his hand: "What about me, what about me? What about me?"

Wei Yuan pursed his lips and said seriously:

"You have a more important task, which is related to the safety of our future lives."

"Fuck, this awesome, boss, what's the job?!"

"Housekeeping."

Water Ghost: "..."

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"Have you remembered?"

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu put down his phone, looked at the Taoist next to him, and warned word by word: "After following him out this time, be sure to keep an eye on him, and never let him mess around again. Now, he is not allowed to make any movement, understand?!"

"It's not allowed at all!"

He was still young, he looked just a teenager, and the delicate Taoist man with a scarlet flame mark on his forehead was at a loss:

"But, brother, aren't we just going to play on the court this time?"

"They all sent their heads over."

"Isn't the movement bigger the better?"

After Zhang Ruosu heard the six words, “The greater the movement, the better”~www.NovelMTL.com~ it is rare for Zhang Ruosu to twitch his forehead. Since the last time he said this sentence, he has made a diversion of Huai Shui River. The words created a psychological shadow.

The old celestial master waved his hand with a sad face and said:

"You are still young."

"You do not understand……"

At this time, Wei Yuan had also arrived at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

Stepped on the steps of Longhu Mountain.

On the back of his hand, a faint streamer lighted up from the Destiny Red Urn.

PS: Thanks for the dog's words, thank you very much.

The original text is, looking to the mound to the north, looking to the south of? Zhize, looking to the emperor’s hill of hunting animals to the west, looking to the east of Yuan, Yi Yaotong? There is such a sum of money~ Of course, the true record of our world may really be just an abyss~

Of course, Zhong Sui didn’t have too much pen and ink in the record, so the novelist made a note, above~