Museum of Demons

After taking off the hideous gods mask, Rama holding the sword showed an oriental face.

Wei Yuan just took a look, just bewildered.

Wait a minute, what's the situation...

This face is 70%, at least 70% similar to that of him in the Tang Dynasty!

That kind of similarity, no one would doubt that it was born by a parent.

It's just the arrogance and hostility between the eyebrows, and the black hair that turned into curly hair that didn't know how to make it, so that others can clearly distinguish the king in this Northern Indian legend from the Luotuo Ranger of Tang Chang'an.

And, the few impurities in the true spirit made Wuzhiqi in a drunken state feel familiar, but he didn't notice the problem for a while, but the doubt on Wuzhiqi's face made Wei Yuan's own heart almost stop beating—

After all, although this guy has a strong head, his instinct is powerful and outrageous, and the thieves hold grudges.

A clay pot was recorded five thousand years ago until now.

I don't know how many times he was reincarnated, but this monkey could even recognize him at a glance.

It’s ridiculous...but fortunately, even if this true spirit is related to my experience in the Tang Dynasty, it’s okay to be known by a monkey. Anyway, he knew about the things I went to the west with Xuanzang. Fight.

Wait, this is Rama? !

Wei Yuan's thoughts were stagnant, and the North Indian epic on the road came to mind.

Rama, one of the ten incarnations of Vishnu, is actually one of the weakest in divinity.

The most famous deed.

Defeat the Great Demon King and save Princess Sita.

Break up with Sita.

Harmony is multiplied by Harmony.

Also gave birth to two sons.

two!

Be recorded in the epic...

If the monkey is asked to tell the truth about the fragments of the true spirit...

Fuck!

My date!

At this moment, the phone on Wei Yuan's waist suddenly rang. It was a specially set ringtone. For example, the ringtone of the female girl was the soundtrack of Death Coming. This soft ancient Chinese music was a call from Jue.

Unsupported Qi turned his head in doubt.

Wei Yuan raised his head to look at Wuzhiqi, and saw the latter ponder, and suddenly, if he was thinking, he seemed to be about to realize what it was. Wei Yuan didn't change his face, grabbed the mask with his backhand, and stuck it directly. The face of Rama holding the sword blocked Wuzhi Qi's sight.

The strength was so strong that Rama holding the sword was hit into a coma.

The bridge of the nose was broken.

The drunk monkey wondered: "How are you..."

"It's nothing, I feel that this face is very awkward." The main face of Weiguan didn't change his face.

"Mr Shui, do you drink?"

Wei Yuan backhanded out a bottle of God's sake.

Open the cap with your thumb.

With a sway of his right hand, with an impeccable smile on his face, he directly plugged the wine bottle into Wuziqi's mouth.

Wuzhiqi: "??!"

The owner of Wei Guan turned his palm into his right hand and moved Wei Tuo to present flowers. The palm of his right hand held the monkey's chin and lifted it straight up. The monkey subconsciously raised his head. Wei Yuan's wine in his left hand was accelerated by an inwardly rotating turbo to directly pour it into him. Go down.

The wine of God's Generation, produced in Baize, was blackmailed.

It was originally prepared for the celestial master.

"Pity…"

Wei Yuan whispered regretfully looking at the bottle that had been dried directly.

Boom!

Wuzhiqi, who had already reached the critical point, fell directly to the ground. The golden pupils were filled with confusion. This wine bottle didn't look big, but Wei's container was generally blessed with the pot of the seventy-two methods of Disha. The technique.

And his Hu Tian, ​​after long-term exercise, has almost been upgraded to the level of Qian Kun in his sleeves.

Huai Shui has no support for the monarch, so he can't get up again.

Wei Yuan breathed out slowly, and threw the bottle backhand.

The look is solemn.

No one knows my dark history.

Although this thing has nothing to do with me at all.

He took out the phone and was about to answer, raising his eyes to see the movement in front of him.

Hanuman, who was beaten up over there, seemed to recognize Wei Yuan's true spirit, and his face panicked: "You, you are also Luo..." Before the voice fell, Wei Yuan didn't change his face and threw the phone up. The golden light of the vertical ground approached instantly, and the five fingers of his left hand overturned, using the magical power of Tiangang, and the charm of moving the star to change the fight, he slapped it on the monkey's skull, and made a fist with his right hand.

Enveloping the supernatural powers of Tiangang, the great power of overturning the rivers and the seas.

It hit Hanuman's abdomen fiercely.

Die to the Lord!

The huge air wave penetrated Hanuman directly, rising up into the sky like an angry dragon, leaving traces of radioactive shock waves on the ground.

Hanuman rolled his eyes wildly, and knelt on the ground with his stomach, his forehead hit the ground, and he couldn't get up again.

The master of the Wei Guan let out a sigh of relief slowly.

No one knows my dark history.

He raised his hand, caught the phone, and pressed the connect button, his tone was calm: "Je?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Where am I?"

Wei Yuan smiled and whispered, looking around, watching the mess everywhere, the ancient seal hero lying half-dead, nosebleeds, Hanuman knelt and burned, foaming at the mouth, Wu Qi was directly stunned by the strong alcohol, palms With a puff, a piece of ruined wall after the bombing of nuclear weapons saturation.

Wei Yuan took out a lollipop from his arms and held it in his mouth.

Without changing his face, he said in a gentle voice:

"...Looking at the scenery."

…………

After answering Jue's phone call, Wei Yuan came to the grove with Rama holding the sword.

Knapped twice to wake up.

Then I figured out the origin of this true spirit, and looking at him, his expression was a bit complicated—this was in the new Brahman classics compiled during the Tang Dynasty, because in history, there has never been a great kingdom of Rama. , The only two heroic kings in the history of Northern India, the only ones are the Maurya King Ashoka and the Jieri King.

The Rama Valley is just a fabricated history and a fabricated myth.

There is no historical basis.

For example, the legendary women, such as the emperor of the Shang Dynasty, are history in China.

The rest of the civilizations of the same era are all attributed to the age of mythology.

Even his past, his feats, and his pride appeared only to enrich the identity of the sword-bearing Rama. His existence was to drive away the enemy from the three-phase gods. As a sword, he came from the earth 21 times. Eliminate the arrogant Kshatriya and maintain the dominance of the Brahmin.

Even his wife is just vain.

sad.

When Wei Yuan retracted his palm, Rama, who knew himself, griefed and dissipated the cursed gods.

Part of it belonged to the gods and flew away, and the other part was fabricated and scattered.

The part that belonged to Chen Yuan remaining on the Ring Sun Sword was instinctively returning.

Was rejected by Wei Yuan.

Only this part of the true spirit, he didn't want to take it back at all.

Wei Yuan dissipated this part of the true spirit naturally.

He doesn't need other people's lives, let alone epics and myths to be compiled.

It's just a sentence of emotion, can't you even get rid of the fate of being single?

He got up calmly, Hanuman was hit hard by Wuzhiqi's face stick, and Wei Yuan was beaten so severely that he couldn't get up again. Wei Yuan pulled Wuzhiqi's back collar and dragged him back. Where the old cow was, Da Qing Niu looked at Wei Yuan blankly.

Wei Yuan didn't change his face: "I'm drunk too much."

Qing Niu smiled helplessly.

Looking at the extra sword in Wei Yuan's right hand, it was a divine soldier in the period of the ancient seal ring and the Japanese king. Eyes, couldn't help but admire: "A sword with the concept of the **** of the sun, this sword itself represents a part of the mythological concept."

"It's a rare weapon."

"Yes."

Wei Yuan said with a slight smile and pride: "It was given to me by my friend."

Looking at his triumphant appearance, Qing Niu couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, and gently brushed his left hand across the blade. Under the influence of Qi, the core of the magic weapon was jumping for joy, and the traces accumulated on it over the long years gradually collapsed. The blade was still bright and sharp as before. Rui, exuding moving sharpness and sharpness, and the divinity and spirituality of this sword took the initiative to accept Wei Yuan, the new sword master.

"Quit the sword of the sun king."

Wei Yuan whispered, this sword is a master of classical Indian culture, the last emperor to dominate northern India, and the identity of the King of Jieri, who is as famous as the Maurya King Ashoka. If you compare it to Shenzhou, I am afraid it is also the same as the Tai'a sword. The same status.

Of course, that big beard must not be able to beat Brother Zheng.

Wei Yuan added something in his heart.

A friend is a friend, a brother is a brother, but it’s not possible for Zhengge to be Zhengge.

We have different opinions.

If the bearded man knew he thought this way, he would definitely swear. When that guy was young, he unified many kingdoms and knew the curse languages ​​of various countries. Wei Yuan couldn't help smiling, and put the Japanese sword into the scabbard. After thinking for a while, he said: "Daqing, I want to go out, it's a rare one. I have to go to the places I've been to before."

"When we come back later, we will set off back to China, and let this monkey sober up by the way."

"By the way, don't worry, although he seems to be drunk, it is because I am here."

"Once he notices the hostility, he will wake up instantly."

Wei Yuan thought for a while and added:

"If you can't wake up, just give him this last piece of news."

He took out a recording pen, handed it out, and was about to pass it over. Suddenly remembered something, he took it back and looked at the sticker on the back, patted his forehead, and said, "I took it wrong, there are a lot of things, Daqing Wait..."

"Let me see, is it this? Nor is it..."

"Is that this?"

The Master Weiguan took out a dozen recording pens from Qiankun's sleeves, and rummaged through it to find the corresponding one. He breathed a sigh of relief, handed it to the old cow, smiled and said, "Don't worry, he will wake up immediately if he sleeps again. of."

Qing Niu stared at the dozen recording pens of the same type in Wei Yuan's sleeves, with weird eyes.

Wei Yuan patted his clothes, turned and left.

To find where Xuanzang once came.

Then come back to Shenzhou.

The old green cow looked at the drunk white-haired young man, with a little curiosity, stretched out the cow's hoof, looked at the hoof that was completely incapable of fine manipulation, sighed, and turned into a green-shirted old man with white hair. With a long beard and a kind face, he stretched out his hand to fetch what Wei Yuan left behind.

After opening, a record appears on the narrow display.

"Fox Rebellion Record 1"

"Records of Special Attacks on Female Girls · Yuwang Language Residual Recording Version 2.0"

"The special record of the anti-female anti-system·2.1"

"The last one is invalid, it's a special attack on a female girl..."

"The previous one has failed again and again. Correction and countermeasure 2.1.1..."

Green Bull: "..."

The big green cow, who turned into an old man, twitched, and then found the voice that is said to be able to directly awaken Wuzhiqi. It seemed that Wei Yuan had just recorded it by himself. Qingniu was a little curious, and was a little bit dissatisfied. Stretched out his hand to push Wuzhi Qi: "Monkey, monkey..."

"Woke up."

Wuzhiqi turned over and continued to sleep.

The old man caressed his beard and said, "Don't want to listen to the second half of "The Tao Te Ching" anymore?"

Unsupported Qi snored like thunder.

Stretched out his hand and scratched his waist.

Qingniu helpless, UU reading www. uukanshu.com laughed blankly: "A real monkey..."

He looked at the recording pen in his hand, opened the last one, and clicked.

Because the voice was weak, I had to get close to Wu Zhiqi's ear.

Wuzhiqi is making a noise in the palace in his dream, playing happily, happily, sooner, hahahaha, no one can stop me, no one! I am the king of the world, I am the Monkey King! !

The voice in the ear whispered gently:

"I posted a video of you drunk pretending to be Monkey King on the Internet."

Half-drunk Wuzhi Qi suddenly opened his eyes.

The snoring and breathing stopped abruptly.

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