Museum of Demons

When the wind blows, looking down from the top of the mountain, you can see countless green trees moving with the wind, like waves, and the clouds in the sky are also undulating. Sitting on the top of the mountain, you can go up. Looking at the sea of ​​​​clouds, looking at Lin Tao from a distance, and it seems that I am the only one between heaven and earth, Tao Ran forgets, it is wonderful.

A goose-yellow bird fluctuated with the wind, flapping its wings diligently to maintain stability and balance.

A strand of white hair suddenly fell in front of him, and the bird who was trying to keep his balance in the mountain wind fell, his claws lightly grabbed the strand of soft white hair, as if he was relieved, and then fell down with a slap. The claws grasped the white hair and swayed, and was gently supported by the white palm of a sale.

The girl with white hair like snow sat quietly on this mountain and looked at the world. The white hair that originally only fell to the shoulders, now it has also fallen to the waist.

Looking at the world over the past 30 years, her face has hardly changed. Her brows are quiet, her pupils are large and deep, like a lightless night. Holding a jade comb, one hand gently held up the soft white hair to help her comb.

"ring."

The white-haired girl's voice was quiet, even if it was a goddess who had accompanied her for thirty years, her voice still didn't have the slightest ripple.

It would be better to say that she was in a state of weakness for a long time after she came out because she spent a lot of effort, and the rest of the 30 years was waiting quietly. Jue only told her some basic knowledge of the world. That's all, and Gengchen, Kunlun's first **** general, after trying his best to **** them out, he sat down on his own.

"It's just a pity, I originally hoped that Chen Yuan would kill me and contaminate my breath, so that I could appear in the world when he reincarnates and when the catastrophe comes."

When Geng Chen was about to die, he was extremely regretful in his heart, but he did not regret it.

"You'll be there in that era."

The girl wearing a tanuki mask agrees.

Then, when Gengchen was puzzled, she stretched out her palm, raised her palm, and the qi was entangled endlessly, but it was not only her own breath, but the fresh qi from Kunlun, but also entangled with the foundation of a human race. Sometimes separated and sometimes reunited, the entanglement never ceased.

Gengchen's eyes widened, and finally he saw the girl stretch out her palm and take off the cat-mad mask on her face.

Seeing the familiar face, she said softly, "We're engaged."

"So, you will definitely meet us.

Heavenly God Gengchen's eyes widened, and he finally laughed a few times.

Jue recalled the Kunlun Martial God who had supported them all the way from the Kunlun Ruins in the turbulent world, and then broke out with serious injuries and died. If you think about it carefully, after she woke up in the modern age,

It was Zhang Ruosu, who barely had a strong causal connection with Gengchen, who found her. It was Zhang Ruosu who gave her a modern identity and sent her to the old street to complete the entanglement of cause and effect.

It turns out that the predestined relationship has already been forged at this time.

All the coincidences may be destined, and there is a fate in the past.

While thinking about it, she helped the white-haired girl with her hair, and nodded to answer her call. "Well, I'm here."

Jue held the wooden hairpin in his right hand and turned it gently to fix the hair of the white-haired girl. The white-haired girl had a high ponytail, and she was wearing a navy blue robe with a jade-white lining, embroidered with flowing cloud patterns, and a wide robe with wide sleeves.

Standing barefoot on the faint bluestone slab, it is elegant and dusty, ethereal and deep, as if it is not like the human world.

The white-haired girl looked at the wind and said:

"Your injury is worse."

Jue stopped talking.

When she was in the Kunlun Ruins in the turbid world, she forcibly manipulated the pure turbid energy of the Kunlun City level and spit it into the body. Occasionally, in the dry land, the murderous side is like water, which means that the turbid qi has the upper hand.

And now her body is no longer the upper hand in the battle of turbid air.

That is basically the most pure turbid world qi machine. Completely overturned.

The gap with the past is so big that even Wei Yuan can't see it at first glance, but he has always been accustomed to the balance of the turbid. , In the past thirty years, every day, the energy of the air began to sink a little.

Every year is different from last year.

At this moment, the body is no longer light and light, but heavy and heavy, like the wind that tears everything, representing the flow of pure [Qi]. The earth-shaking change occurred, and it was not limited to the outbreak of his own power like his sister, which aroused the vitality of the surrounding and turned it into a catastrophe.

"I'm fine."

Jue took off the mask on his face, and his eyes had turned from clear to deep.

"It's you, I brought Tao Te Ching before, have you read it?

You still have to learn the characters in the world. The Tao Te Ching, the Analects of Confucius, and Huainanzi are just right for studying characters. "

The white-haired girl turned her eyes away with an expressionless face.

But Huan still saw a trace of nervousness from the girl's expressionless face and those waveless eyes.

"Don't you have a back?" The white-haired girl was expressionless.

He reached out and touched the black hair.

Seeing the girl was unmoved.

Then he held Jue's cheek, pressed it against him, and rubbed his own face. Soft and fluffy.

He said in a calm tone, "Jue is the best."

"Good boy, good boy."

"Amazing."

"You, why is this happening again"

Jue had no choice but to hold the white-haired girl, and said, "Forget it, let's take you down the mountain today. Let's have another cup of tea and see what the world looks like. Maybe he has come down the mountain." After speaking again, they just nodded. They were waiting near Kunlun. There is also a border town here. It is under the control of the Anxi Duhufu, and there are many pedestrians and merchants in it.

In this city near Kunlun, there was originally a country called Gaochang.

The lord of the state had become brothers with Xuanzang, a monk of the Tang Dynasty, decades ago. However, in the battle between Datang and Tugu, he was on the wrong side, and he surrendered to the Western Turkic Yibidulu Khan, blocking the trade in the Western Regions.

Then he was swept away by the Iron Cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, and the famous general of the Tang Dynasty, Chen Guogong Hou Junji, was defeated and died in fear.

Now Gaochang Kingdom has been transformed into the county seat of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty, and Xuanzang has been transformed.

The lord of Gaochang died in fear.

Even Hou Junji, the famous general who defeated Gaochang, has been involved in the matter of the prince, and he is guilty of death.

Now even this country is no longer surnamed Li.

Time and history are like smoke in the past, only the great sun lasts forever, and the Tianshan Mountains remain unchanged. Thirty years ago, the celestial girl with the mask of the raccoon and the girl with white hair had the same faces as before, and asked for a herbal tea.

Several dishes in the style of Gaochangguo, listening to the stories of the third generation storytellers around, after eating and drinking, the white-haired girl drank tea and slowly digested her food.

The goddess looked at the Kunlun in the distance through the gap in the thin bamboo curtain.

"Yo, the two guest officers are here again? Our taste is still delicious here? The new boss recognized Jue and the white-haired girl's illusion, recognized that they were regular customers, and greeted them with the concept of mountains.

The celestial girl was losing her mind. The white-haired girl was drinking tea, her voice was cold and quiet, and she replied, "It's not delicious."

The young shop owner was stunned for a moment. People from the Western Regions, with a sturdy folk customs, immediately said unwillingly: "Why isn't it delicious?!"

"This is not [delicious] at all."

The white-haired girl whispered: "He made me a real [delicious] food.

"Huh? But that doesn't mean it's not delicious!"

The young shop owner gritted his teeth and said unconvincingly: "In this way, I won't embarrass the two guests, but we are the ones who cook and use kitchen utensils, big and small.

Just ask, who did the cooking? ! Who makes delicious food? ! "

"Which family, which genre, let's draw a line to compare.

Then the young and vigorous cook saw that the guest lowered his eyes, even if it was a phantom appearance, it made people feel a kind of sadness for some reason, and said softly: "I don't know, I've been waiting for him for three years. It's been ten years.

A fan who has been in such a brutal and aggressive world in the Western Regions has never heard such a faint but lingering sadness in his life.

It's just that he's going to argue that you don't look like you're in your thirties yet. The swordsman with the mad mask said: "I'm sorry today, this money is regarded as an apology."

"It's just that this dish really doesn't work."

She stood up, pulled the white-haired girl, and said plainly, "Compared to your grandfather, it's a lot worse.

Immediately, he whispered something about the pride of the old shopkeeper thirty years ago. The young cook was stunned, his eyes widened, and his mind was shaking. When he was pulling the white-haired girl out, he suddenly heard a storyteller in the teahouse next to him. The man patted Xingmu, moistened his throat, and said loudly: "In those days when the countries in the Western Regions were in troubled times, the monk of the Tang Dynasty had a nine-ring tin staff and two fists the size of a monk's bowl to open the gate of the troubled times, and we have already told the story of his departure. pass.

"Tell a new story today."

"Sword Immortal has been in hiding for thirty years, and once he entered the city, his white hair is like snow, and his sword energy is dry in autumn!"

Speaking of which, the officials, it is a coincidence! "

"This Sword Immortal Chen Yuan is exactly the Jianghu Swordsman who traveled 100,000 miles west with Xuanzang back then. He is exactly..."

White hair, sword fairy!

Go to Kunlun!

The footsteps of Jue and the white-haired girl suddenly stopped.

The white-haired girl's eyes widened and her lips slightly foreheaded.

"He is back?!"

The cook of the restaurant over there couldn't help shaking his head and sighed: "Really, first, a Buddhist master was said to be a violent monk, good at what kind of meditation stick and transcendence method, and also a sword fairy who slashed the city with one sword, thirty years of immortality and immortality, How come this is getting more and more outrageous, it really is"

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the blue wind flowing in his ears, and turned his eyes with meaning. The previous swordsman with the mask of loneliness, as well as another guest, have disappeared.

He turned around and said angrily, "Can you tell me something real? Ah?!" Although what you said was really nice and funny. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

'But this still has to tell the truth, what about you, don't cover your face, are you shameless? "

White Pond? ! "

The storyteller lifted the hat on the top of his head, had slightly curly black hair, and had a handsome face, but in the depths of his pupils, there was a faint glow of purple light.

It is clear and peaceful, like the rays of sunshine that occasionally flow over the Kunlun Mountains.

This exposed his true identity.

One hand was holding the candied haws upside down, and the other was holding a camel-skin jug with sweet rice wine in it.

Hanging around, free and easy.

After being woken up, he grasped the secret and sighed with regret, realizing that it would take hundreds of years for the drink he liked to be born, Abu, it took many years.

He couldn't help but feel lost. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes and nodded confidently:

"Ah yes yes yes, I am Bai Ze."

"Look at you, you're not convinced?"

He took a sip of sweet wine, bit a piece of candied haws, and told me Bai Ze's stories, but he could do whatever he wanted!

Do you care about other people's opinions? !

Remember, my name is Bai Ze!

When you want to fight for revenge in the future, don't forget this name.

Everyone listening to the book said angrily: "I remember you, Bai Ze!

"I can't hear clearly, can such a small voice count as revenge?" "Bai Ze, you are a straight thief!!"

"Fuck him!

[Bai Ze] The regional hatred is stable and up.

And at this moment, a long gust of wind has gone away.

Go to Kunming and enter Chang'an.

deceased.

ps: today's second update