Museum of Demons

"It seems that your injury is healed, are you sure you want to leave?" Yuan Tiangang looked at the recovered 'Chen Yuan', the latter leading silently.

After Wei Yuan cut out that sword, most of his memories had fallen into a short sleep. He was dissolving the mystery of mastering the sword, which caused the true spirit to become heavier and heavier. Only when this life was over could he be freed. It should have been completely Forget everything and die with the sword, just because Yuan Tiangang is the incarnation of Zhu Jiuyin, and because of Yuan Tiangang's particularity, he still remembers Yuan Tiangang's covenant and entered Chang'an City.

Zhu Jiuyin's reincarnation, Yuan Tiangang, recognized his qi and fate, and joined forces with Li Chunfeng to get Wu Zetian's consent to let him escape with suspended animation. He also used half of Emperor Wu's qi to cover Wei Yuan's fate to prevent the chaotic world from chasing after him. Killing, preventing the hostility from Kunlun's enlightenment, and healing his wounds, even if it is the reincarnation of the Lord of Zhuzhao Jiuyou, it took a lot of effort.

"It's a pity that Li Chunfeng, he fell asleep again. He can fall asleep even after drinking." Yuan Tiangang looked at Li Chunfeng, who was not young, but still fell asleep with a jug. The latter is always like this, talking and talking and passing by as soon as it gets dark.

It slept soundly, soundly and fragrantly, making people admirable. Sometimes it feels like it's not sleeping. Rather, it is far away.

"Don't care about him, this guy, you and I have already had gray hair." I can still remember the way we met in the market decades ago, hahaha, you were not polite at the time and smashed your fist on it. This old man's eye socket, let me remember these decades

. "Yuan Tiangang, who was also grey-haired, raised a jug of wine, raised his neck to drink, and smiled gently: "How about you let the old man slap you in the eye?" "

The amnesia swordsman said rudely: "Impossible!

Yuan Tiangang burst into laughter, and finally said regretfully: "It's all like this, don't you allow it?"

"Anyway, you and I are already quite old. If you leave this time, I'm afraid we really won't see each other again.

Swordsman Yuan lowered his eyes and smiled and said: 'It's easy to handle, maybe there is an afterlife.

Yuan Tiangang said: "But in the next life, if you don't remember the past and don't know the past, what should you do?

Wei Yuan, who had amnesia, stopped, and there seemed to be some traces flashing in front of his eyes. After a pause, those pictures dissipated.

In the end, he raised his neck and drank, no longer caring, and said, "This is easy to handle. When we first met, I smashed your left eye frame."

He stretched out his finger with two drunkenness: "After I meet, I will still hit you -- the second time in the eye."

"Don't hit the left side this time, hit the right side!" 2 "Get it all together!"

Yuan Tiangang was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that this guy dared to do this.

Immediately, he just smiled and nodded.

"If there is an afterlife, if there is a reunion."

Yuan Tiangang's memory in this life has not been recovered, and he is also a cultivator. Naturally, he knows that reincarnation is just a comfort. The true spirit relies on its own level of condensedness to resist this world's oven, the world's gold and iron, and it is difficult to achieve this level of reincarnation. It's hard, it's rare, it's just when friends leave,

Just words of comfort for each other, looking at each other's pale faces and white hair, nodding casually without the mind to fight:

"Then I'll let you hit once!"

"Don't worry, we will meet again"

At this time, Li Chunfeng, who had woken up with a bottle of wine over there, raised his head, and the pure purple color in his eyes dissipated. He hit Jiu Ge, which smelled of sweet wine, and stabbed: "When the time comes, you'll get black circles under your eyes, don't regret it."

Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but sneer and said, "This old man is not someone like you who likes to go back and regret.

"Ah, yes, yes, everyone in the world knows that Yuan Tiangang is upright, broad-minded, and will never hold grudges.

"That's true, never hold grudges!

Li Chunfeng nodded repeatedly while holding the jug.

Yuan Tiangang couldn't hear the coconut in these words, so he couldn't help but retorted: "I don't need you to worry, old man.

"It's a big deal to be smashed one more time, it's not that it hasn't been smashed in the past!

"It's you, you can fall asleep anytime. Be careful and fall asleep when you cross the sea by boat or go fishing on the river bank."

"And then plunged into the water."

"Fishing caught himself up and became a drowned water ghost.

Li Chunfeng was furious:

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible and then snapped both hands together, holding the Dharma seal in their hands,

With words in his mouth, Pi Cheng prayed:

"Bah, pah, pah, children are ignorant, children are ignorant."

"You can't take it seriously, you can't take it seriously. Then he raised his eyebrows and glared at Yuan Tiangang with white hair over there, furious:

"Old bastard, you curse me again!

"Are you ill? You are a fortune teller who has been the first generation in the past few years!"

"Your mother's piece of gold, jade and iron is broken, what should I do if it comes true?"

"Zhenyi accidentally fell asleep and fell into the water while he was working. What should I do if I became a water ghost?" He said, "Are you going to pay me?!"

Yuan Tiangang sneered and drank and was too lazy to deal with this lazy bastard. In the end, the good banquet was over. The Tang ranger had no sword in his hands. Wei Yuan, who had lost his memory, staggered, turned his back to Chang'an, and waved to his friends. After saying goodbye, he left Chang'an City, and behind him, Li Chunfeng sat cross-legged on the eaves, stretched out his hand to play with the bell hanging from the corner of the eaves, and said:

"Fortune covers the body, this guy should have a good death." Yuan Tiangang didn't turn his head back: "I don't know how much I have killed while holding a sword all my life. In the end, I hope I can grow old safely."

"If you think that it is a good death to forget all the experiences of your last life, then, more or less so.

Li Chunfeng looked at Chang'an City in the distance: "Knowing too much is never a good thing, Yuan Tiangang.

He lowered his eyes with a smile, the starlight of Ziweixing shone in his eyes, and emphasized:

"Never.

The white-haired girl He Jue finally arrived at a great city like Chang'an City.

Then I happened to see the white-haired swordsman striding out, wearing a brocade coat, riding a fast horse, full of white hair but still in high spirits, it was like a sword that had swept away all the rust on it,

Only in this way did he finally show his unparalleled sharpness, the white-haired girl's eyes widened slightly, and the pair of dark and dull pupils lit up with a hint of light, but the tone still did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"You're back.

The swordsman riding a fast horse reined in the reins, frowned, and replied:

"Who are you?

The hope on the white-haired girl's face solidified. Kou Gong, are you saying that we are in Kunlun Mountains, and we are dependent on each other for life and death? Have I ever been saved by her?

In a pavilion, Wei Yuan, who had lost his memory, looked at the quiet white-haired girl over there, and then at the friend who wore the mask of loneliness—his memory, even if Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng finally got angry Yun blockade, but it is just like drawing water from a bamboo basket, at most, it can only slightly block the speed of memory sleeping, but this process is irreversible.

The swordsman still remembers what happened to this girl with the mask of loneliness.

This is a ridiculous thing I did when I was young. Begging for a kiss when we first met.

As for the experience in Kunlun Mountain, as well as the matter of this white-haired girl, he doesn't remember at all, but looking at the white-haired girl with her head lowered, he still feels something like,

As if from the familiar feeling of closeness and familiarity from the depths of the blood, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the head of the white-haired girl, and said freely: "I really feel that my memory is somewhat lost."

"But I do think we should have some fate, it feels very familiar.

"After a while, where are you going?

Jue gave him a deep look and said, "I will travel around for a while.

Wei Yuan, who lost his memory, laughed loudly: "That's a coincidence, I will continue to travel in the rivers and lakes in the future. He patted the mount next to him and sighed: "When I was young, I only felt that I was invincible with a sword in my hand. But it was because of that monk that he didn't take a single step out of Chang'an City. Later, although it was said that he had walked a long way, it was not a trip to the rivers and lakes.

"I don't live long.

"In the end, I walked the same road with you, but it's a good idea to know each other.

Then he reached out to the white-haired girl and said with a smile, "If you don't dislike it, let's go together."

The girl with dark eyes stretched out her hand.

The swordsman used his palm to pick up the white-haired girl who still looked young and put it on the mount. He held the reins in one hand and the wine in the other. He had two disciples, one with the surname Pei, who was the later Sword Saint of the Tang Dynasty, and the other with a girl with the compound surname of Gongsun, the little girl of the Gongsun clan, who the white-haired girl insisted on accepting it.

It's just because that kid can sing good ballads, his waist is soft, he can do Chang'an dance, and he can do Hu Xuan dance.

The white-haired girl seems to be very fond of everything created by humans. The sword fairy, who lost her memory, couldn't beat her, so she had to agree to teach some of the essence of swordsmanship. Gongsun's girl's foundation strength is not as good as her brother's, but she is more dexterous and agile, and ingeniously incorporates swordsmanship into dance Among them, the sword dancers move in all directions. Along the way, I went east to the north. I used to ride horses on the stone road in the south of the Yangtze River, and I used to fight swords and sing songs in the desert outside the Great Wall.

The Sword Immortal had just stepped into the rivers and lakes, and he had already stirred up the entire Tang Dynasty.

Although it was only ten years of cold and heat, it seemed like a blink of an eye.

Jianghu's children are Jianghu old, not to mention the old man with pale face and white hair. His memory gradually dissipated. In the end, there was really no way to walk in the rivers and lakes. Occasionally even the white-haired girl and the mad friend next to him would No longer recognizing, at this time, even Jue knows that he can't let him walk in the rivers and lakes like this anymore. Finally, the pale and white-haired old man lived and settled in a village under a mountain.

Its name Xuanhe shook the world.

Even if he came here to live in seclusion, swordsmen from all over the world would often come to see him. At the beginning, Jianxian would take the initiative to take action. Later, his disciples began to intercept these opponents on behalf of the teacher. The old man was white-haired. Every inch of his hair and beard was white. And the ring with the mad mask, because of the turbidity, it was gradually unable to suppress it.

To prevent its own power from being reversed.

Prevent yourself from unconsciously changing your temperament. Like her sister, she gave birth to the power of [Chidi Ganli], and took the initiative to leave the crowd for the sake of harming the world.

Disciple Pei Man also took the initiative to challenge the past in order to prevent those swordsmen from disturbing the teacher's cultivation. When he got the title of Sword Saint, the swordsmen all over the world said that he had surpassed his teacher, so they all began to challenge him, and respectfully called the old man who was always quiet and peaceful as Master], Master most of the time Just sitting quietly on the bluestone, sometimes not saying a word for a day.

Originally, he was the one who took care of the white-haired girl who had no common sense about the world.

At the back, the swordsman Peiman left, Jue had to leave the world, the swordsman lost his memory, but the girl was taking care of him.

Until that day, when he didn't even recognize the sword, when the people in Gonglai were dazed and exclaimed.

Finally, when her lifespan was about to end, the white-haired girl brought the cooked meat porridge. The swordsman leaned on the bed, his breath was weak, and his expression was calm and indifferent. He was white-haired and had many wrinkles on his face.

Forget about the sword.

The first forgetting was violent, decisive, and the tragic abandonment of everything in order to attack and kill.

But the present forgetting is just as peaceful and calm as running water, it is still water flowing deep, and it is the proof that you truly master this sword.

The weak old man opened his eyes, saw the white-haired girl next to him, and lowered his eyes, he had already forgotten everything, but it seemed that because of some kind of fate, he still remembered what was in front of him. The girl is also the most worried. On the white paper next to him, he wrote down the arrangement when he realized that he was losing his memory.

There is Pei and there is Gongsun.

There is Jue.

I went to Datang Chang'an to find a friend from the past. Densely packed. Before his final death, the Sword Immortal of the Tang Dynasty recorded everything he could think of, hoping that the white-haired girl with little common sense could live peacefully and peacefully in the world after he left, and finally he extended his hand , rubbed the girl's white hair and said, "Live well."

"Be a good boy.

Even the invincible Sword Immortal looks like an ordinary old man, with a gentle noise:

"Otherwise, I might turn into a ferocious ghost to teach you a lesson."

After speaking, even he himself felt amused, and laughed lightly with some self-deprecation.

The white-haired girl's eyes were large and her dark palms were gently holding the wrinkled hands of Jianxian. There was still no turbulence in his tone, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, and there seemed to be a quiet smile on the corner of his mouth. "Well, if I become a bad boy." "Can you come back to see me?"

Jianxian opened his mouth, lowered his eyes, and stopped talking.

PS: There was a mistake before the 400-character in the third update today. In the first few chapters, when Chen Yuan saw Enlightenment, there was a sentence about his long-dead friend Li Chunfeng.

I looked for the previous chapters, and Li Chunfeng didn't die at that time.

And it's just coming to the end, it shouldn't be so fast, Houtu, Zhu Rong, Fuxi, Huntian, Tiandi, Zishi, but some book friends in this chapter speculate two or three hundred chapters, about the same, numb, holding tea, I only hope Land smoothly.

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