Museum of Demons

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A Zhao's historical identity.

This does not involve the existence of some transcendental mysteries, nor does it involve too high a level of personality, which is above the Luoshu of the River Map after being broken, so that the Luoshu of the River Map at this moment cannot be deduced at all, so the lines on the stone tablet quickly disappear. Derivation is complete.

In the picture on the stone tablet, A Zhao, a girl who walked out of the flower shop holding flowers, smiled and turned to the sun.

Raising his head, the sunlight in his eyes turned dim and flickering, turning into candlelight on a bronze lamppost, his black hair was curled up, a few wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and there were complicated lines on his sleeves. His bouquet turned into a jade decree, turned around, and flicked his sleeves.

The soft sleeve robe pierced the air like a sword, making a lingering sound.

His eyes were cold as he looked down at the princes under the hall.

The aura that belongs only to the emperor of the world emerges.

The smile on Wei Yuan's face slowly disappeared, looking at the stone tablet, as if it appeared in the picture of the stone tablet, majestic and ruthless, not the woman who looked like an old friend in the past, her temples and white hair raised slightly, just like the Chang'an Ranger back then.

"...Wu, Lin..."

Wei Yuan whispered slowly.

I can't tell how much it is an old friend's meeting, and a little bit of hostility to want to draw a sword.

Zhu Jiuyin held up the tea cup: "Is it her?"

"Wumiao plan, it can be said that she is also one of them. The emperor of the world chose to keep the plan edict in the back, and was noticed by future generations... Does she know where the Nuwa soil is?" Zhu Jiuyin looked at Wei Yuan and said: " Do I need to ask this seat?"

"No need."

Wei Yuan replied, he stared at the Hetu Luoshu stone tablet until the lines on it gradually disappeared, and said, "I will ask her about this matter... Hetu Luoshu, has her memory recovered at this moment?"

Hetu Luoshu itself is an incomplete version, and the information that can be deduced at one time is limited.

The lines on it finally flowed, and he replied, "Never..."

"For some reason, its memory has always been in a latent state, and the source of its recovery is confused with a very complicated celestial secret."

Wei Yuan sat there and said after a long time, "It seems that her recovery is not easy."

"Maybe it has something to do with some existence, or maybe it is because of this that it is connected with Nuwa soil."

Xuanyuan and Xing Tian sensed that the atmosphere was not right.

Zhu Jiuyin held the tea cup and said indifferently, "What are you going to do? Kill her to get the treasure?"

"Kill her, that's not enough. I went back after killing Twelve Yuanchen. It was she who consumed Wu Zhou's luck and avoided the enemy who avenged Yuanchen for a short time, and let me revive after suspended animation. Although I was old and virtuous. Thin, lonely, but barely considered a good death."

Wei Yuan stood up and said, "I tried to save her, but she refused."

"She tried to restrain me, and I refused."

"As Yu Ji said, the ultimate love and hatred is just the embellishment of the past years, and it can no longer be regarded as the hatred rooted in the heart, but even so, I still understand one thing."

Zhu Jiuyin saw those eyes, like a ranger who left Chang'an on a snowy night:

"She never needed my forgiveness."

"And I will never forgive her."

…………

Until Wei Yuan left Lucid Dream, Xuanyuan was a little cowardly, the kind of cowardly and cowardly.

"This atmosphere... sigh, it was rare to get angry after the wind back then, that's the atmosphere."

"It's incredible, it's incredible."

Xuanyuan patted his chest. He didn't say a word just now, and just sat there playing poker.

The so-called emperors and heroes are ancient mascots. When everyone gets angry, Xuanyuan is the easiest to be treated as a gas bag. Probably if he doesn't understand the atmosphere and makes jokes, he will be slapped madly. This has nothing to do with strength. , because friendship and friendship are not divided by strength.

The friendship that divides the superior and inferior by strength is the same as the closeness and distance are divided because of wealth.

Not really a friend in and of themselves.

Only Bai Ze doesn't have to worry about this, so for Ji Xuanyuan.

As long as Bai Ze is there, his status is the worst and worst, and it has to be the second to last.

Therefore, Bai Ze, it is very important!

"A Yuan is this, have a grudge?"

"Yes... If it's just hatred, that's fine."

Zhu Jiuyin drank tea and said calmly: "They met since childhood and supported each other. This person once rescued Wei Yuan once, and was one of the promoters of the Wu Temple project, because the Wu Temple was promoted by several generations of emperors after her. It can also be regarded as a far-reaching and outstanding talent in the world, with both grace and power, and a moment of romance."

"If you are a woman and become an emperor in ancient China, your evaluation will go up a lot."

"Isn't that good...?"

"But she was also the one who killed Yuan's niece with her own hands, so that his elder brother Tang Xuanzang could not return to his hometown after his death, but was forcibly kept in Chang'an just to see Chen Yuan. At that time, he covered up the secret and rescued Wei Yuan. time to call."

"Then when Wei Yuan finally turned softly, a sword stabbed into his heart."

"So, saving him is true, and the feeling of betrayal at that moment is also true."

Xuanyuan took a breath, and there was a pain in the egg on his face.

"This…"

"It's a little bitter."

In the end, he just said something like this.

Zhu Jiuyin was noncommittal.

The things in the world, whether it is pure kindness or pure hatred, are very simple. It is enough to repay the kindness and the vengeance, but the things in the world are often not so simple, there are both kindness and hatred, and the kindness and hatred are intertwined.

Perhaps the one who saved him also had a blood feud with him.

Or maybe his benefactor finally betrayed him.

All kinds of things are intertwined, so it is called a world that is impermanent.

Only in this way can it live up to the name of Baiwei in the world.

Zhu Jiuyin drank the tea and said to herself, "I just have to see how he chooses."

Ji Xuanyuan sighed with emotion and said, "Right, but, how do you know Zhu Jiuyin so clearly about the matter between them, it seems that you were in the world at that time, and you also knew A Yuan, hahahaha, My intuition never fails, tell me, how did you and A Yuan know each other?"

"Isn't it particularly interesting and exciting?"

Ji Xuanyuan is working hard to change this heavy atmosphere.

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

Back then, the rebellious Ranger who fell from the sky appeared vividly in front of him.

For some reason, my left eye hurts again.

At that time, it should have been like just now, slapped the Ranger on the wall with a slap, and the button couldn't be buckled.

Feels really good.

Zhu Jiu snorted coldly, and then crushed a teacup again.

Ji Xuanyuan: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched, I am, screwed up again?

…………

Wei Yuan opened his eyes for a long time and looked at the inner room of the museum, and it was rare for him to be distracted. When he was in school, he often looked at the wall in a trance, and when he was distracted, a class passed, but then he gradually practiced, like this The situation is getting less and less serious.

Wu Lin…

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, the two little boys when they were young, and the scenes they met later, the last ruthless and ruthless, the only one who was the only one appeared in front of him, saying it was relieved, absolutely impossible; saying it was extremely strong murderous intent and hatred , which is mixed with other, but it is difficult to tell.

The only thing that cannot be forgiven is this very clear.

Only the other party will never need his forgiveness, which is extremely clear.

He stood up, washed up, ate breakfast, pushed open the door and walked out of the museum. When he was walking out, there was a clattering sound from the old fox bookstore next door, and then a water cup fell directly. Su Yuer, Su Yaner, Hu Mei Three fox girls from Qingqiu Country looked at him dully from the windowsill on the second floor.

Standing tall, the white hair was combed by Ah Liang, because the owner of the guard house is not good at keeping long hair, so he picked up the kitchen knife and cut his white hair at that time. , Wei Yuan still has the same facial features, but the slight changes in the corners of the eyes, the brows, the pupils, the teeth, the hair volume and the quality of the hair, the whole person's temperament is lifted again.

Standing tall, with long hair in a wooden hairpin, he carries his right hand behind his back.

For Su Yaner and Su Yuer, the three little foxes.

It was just blowing the air on the windowsill, and saw a thousand-year-old white fox walking out next door. The huge impact directly made the three of them stunned. Wei Yuan touched the hair on his temples and looked at it. The three fox spirits were stunned.

Fortunately, it didn't fall off the drying rack.

After slandering the story of Ximen Qing, the head of the guard house raised his mobile phone with a smile on his face.

Click, click, click.

Accompanied by the sound of flashing lights, he once again proved the purity of his Tushan bloodline.

The three fox immortals who showed the flaws that the Tu Shan clan should not have hurriedly ran back and slammed the door shut. The owner of the guard house thought that these guys sent a message to Nu Jiao when he and Jue went out on a date some time ago. The 'evil deeds', happily sent the three little hands to Nujiao.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this Tu Shan's vixen? I haven't seen it for a while, why did you pull it like this?"

"No, no, no."

"Is Tu Shan's fox already like this?"

"No, no, no, it can't be true, these are already the best fox demons of the Tu Shan clan, right?"

Click send and you're done.

Today, Odoudou, the princess of the Qingqiu Kingdom of the Tushan Clan, once again overconfidently and confidently initiated the Tushan Clan's traditional morning provocative duel invitation to her eldest sister, and will be crushed again soon after. , but this did not prevent him from being happy and relaxed at the moment.

Until he raised his head with white hair like frost, he saw Ah Zhao who was walking out of the flower shop in front of him.

"Ah, Master Guard."

The girl A Zhao greeted her politely and politely. At first, she didn't even dare to recognize her. When she spoke with a smile, she saw the pair of deep black pupils and her white hair fluttering slightly. For some reason, her thoughts paused. The ice cubes shattered, and pictures emerged.

White hair, sword fairy...

In the deep and distant palace, where the height is too cold.

She is no longer young, and the empress who is on the verge of becoming old is playing with the jade Ruyi in her hands, squinting her eyes, the whole world seems to be in her hands, and the handsome and refined female official next to her smiled and said something to her. Fun things to relieve boredom.

But ah, the years are getting longer, as Zhuge Wuhouzhi said, the years gallop with the times, and the meaning flies with the sun.

All kinds of things in the past are like withering, and when I recall it, it is just a big dream.

She squinted in the warm sunlight and slept, just like when she was young when she was watching fish under a flower tree, she was bored and bored, until the girl next to her saw her boredom and said, "Speaking of which, Wan'er heard that something interesting happened in Chang'an City, and sometimes, a white-haired sword immortal came across with a sword, pierced through the entire guards of Chang'an in one breath, and went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda Buddhist Temple."

"Master Xuanzang's Buddha-light relic actually resonates with him."

"That person was a peerless figure many years ago, but the appearance of that white-haired sword immortal is clearly still very young, but it is 70% or 80% similar to the painting you played with... Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

The Empress was dazed, and the thing in her hand fell.

Yu Ruyi and the flower pot seemed to hit the ground at the same time, shattering into powder.

White-haired Sword Fairy…

The girl A Zhao raised her head, her face stiff.

Memories are surging.

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