Museum of Demons

Whoa, that guy Zhang Ruosu has turned into a young man!

I'm going to find him!

You look better with white hair than you did a hundred years ago!

Find him, and—

Hello, get married!

The warm sunlight passed through the gaps between the leaves, like flowing gold, fell into the forest land with large tracts of tall trees in Northern Europe, passed through the snow-capped mountains, and fell into the lake, in the layer upon layer of ripples There was a warmth like a golden dawn.

Beside the lake, Vivienne, the fairy of the lake, looked at the photos sent by her cat and best friend.

The sun is setting, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing.

A stern young Taoist, wearing a loose Taoist robe, with white hair hanging down.

The temperament is warm and moist, just like the black wooden hairpin, standing in front of Longhu Mountain, it is really like a banished fairy descending into the world.

The black cats are also very scheming to shoot from various angles, using a close-up technique like a movie, and Zhang Ruosu, who has already ascended to immortality at the moment, is even more graceful and elegant, unrivaled in the world.

It hit the heart of Vivienne, the fairy of the lake.

Originally, the girl still had a reserved heart.

But when the black cats said it inadvertently, it seemed that they had also sent a message to the Nordic Valkyrie.

I didn't know that the relationship between Zhang Ruosu and the Valkyrie was hostile. It was the latter who tried everything possible to drag the young Taoist into the Hall of Valor. Dare to touch!

When I packed my luggage that night, I had to go to Shenzhou overnight.

Hello!

marry!

This frightened the goblins bred by the Nordic spirituality, and hurriedly grabbed the goblin fairy who was carrying a bag and going to Shenzhou to find the heartless person, and she was just pulling and chatting next to the goblin forest. No matter who it was, they would not Get out of the way, even when they are noisy, the voices of the goblins are still melodious like a poem.

Above, fawn-and-white birds flitted across the sky.

It swayed through the entire scene like an epic story, and finally stopped in front of a fountain in front of an old castle overlooking the here. On the high-level position of the old castle, sunlight flows from a stained glass window with intricate patterns Go in, peaceful and quiet, an extremely old man is slowly writing something.

The sound of rustling pens under the sun has a sense of peace of mind.

This is a volume of written records.

It is an autobiography, a diary, and an anchor point to remind myself not to forget the past.

Because he has lived too long.

It has been so long that it is necessary to use words to remind and record the things that have been experienced in the past.

The wind blows past, and the words before this ancient book are faintly visible.

After Chongba came to the throne, he really encouraged development and treated the common people well, but severely punished bureaucrats and literati.

Any citizen who has a grievance can tie an official to Beijing with a big order on his head. No one along the way can stop him, otherwise he will be guilty. But after all, he lost his original heart, and his murderous intention and murderous nature gradually rose. I counted it. In one calamity, his wife and children will die, and his murderousness will increase greatly.

I went down the mountain, but before I arrived, I watched the sky at night, and suddenly found that my fate changed.

Chongba's murderous intent dissipated, but the two life stars that were like candles in the wind stabilized. The sapphire generals who were about to die were very involved. I don't know how many people survived, and then changed their lives. The celestial phenomenon of the whole world, and all things and dharmas rotate with it.

Someone changed their destiny.

But it also indirectly changed the fate of the whole world. I suddenly thought of the blunt words that the teacher and the gentleman in the green shirt had chatted a hundred years ago. Changing a person's name and using it to move everything in the world.

It was the teacher who made the move.

I left Wudang Mountain and traveled all over the world, looking for a teacher, but in the end I still found nothing.

The teacher didn't see me.

Or, I haven't seen the teacher yet?

I also feel sad in my heart, but I also wonder if Chong Hachi also treats me like this.

It's the same between us master and apprentice.

Suddenly, I was relieved.

Until Chongba's death, I finally found the monk named Daoyan following the traces of my teacher, and chatted with him for several months. It seemed that he carried the fate of Hetu Luoshu in the legend, and was able to grow. Time survived, but I vaguely saw the inheritance and aura of that Mr. Qingshan from him.

What he carries is the path of that gentleman, even though he doesn't know it, and he doesn't recognize it.

I chatted with him for seven days, and he proposed to take me to see Hetu Luoshu as well, bearing the destiny.

I refused. The teacher didn't teach me any specific methods. He told me that I should learn from everything in the world and the natural yin and yang. I bid farewell to Daoyan and went alone to fulfill the teacher's last wish. Except every five years, Go back to the mountains and rivers to irrigate the yin and yang energy for [Mr. Lin].

Before the teacher left, he also left some messages for [Mr. Lin] this tree.

It's just that the old man hasn't recovered yet, so he can't speak, and I don't know.

Except for the message, the teacher left behind the four divine swords that he carried with him. According to the records on the letter, it seems that the teacher will have a big battle in more than seven hundred years. I decided to lay down the formation during the seven hundred years. , use the energy of the four poles of heaven and earth to raise the sword and gather momentum to help the teacher.

Time is the greatest power.

I have comprehended Taoism. At the beginning, every step was very slow, but after the accumulation of majestic momentum, it will improve without limit. I use this momentum and formation to cultivate the true strength of these four swords. Spirit, let these four swords be enough to accumulate the power of a burst.

In the first hundred years, I searched for the world and buried this sword under Mount Tai.

That's the Xuanyuan Sword, the energy and the earth's veins are connected with each other. If a humane emperor comes here one day, he should be able to burst out a stronger energy under the resonance. When I went down the mountain, I saw There was a young man near Wudang Mountain, with whom he swam for more than ten years.

He's a very talented person.

I will pass on my teacher's medical skills to him, hoping that he can open up a path for the future.

When teaching medical skills, I asked him, I have two medical classics here.

One of the volumes comes from a great virtuous teacher of the Taiping Dao. With the fusion of magic and medicine, he can live in peace and save the world. The other volume of medical books is even more obscure.

This volume, when the teacher was on the mountain, said that it came from the foundation of the Taiping Dao, but it has been inherited from Shennong's Uncle Jiang, but it seems that it still needs the assistance of some magical weapons to display it. Otherwise, there may be serious trouble.

The boy chose the second volume.

I'm surprised, because this is destined to be an extremely difficult road, and that child actually has the foundation of Taoism. Even though the aura in this world is not obvious, and it is far inferior to the Taoism of the predecessors, he has at least You can cultivate mana.

He told me that because of this, this era is different from the past. There are fewer and fewer people who can practice the way of peace, and no one can reach the cultivation level and realm of the great virtuous teacher. It is profound and subtle, but it is difficult to popularize it with tens of thousands of people in the world.”

I asked him, he didn't have Shennong's magic weapon, but he said, the heart of my generation, the madness of great wishes is not inferior to Shennong's predecessors, there is no magic weapon, my heart is the best magic weapon in the world, Please also teach this way, I will pass on the medical skills to him, I heard that he traveled all over the world, tasted all kinds of herbs, and after returning to his hometown, it took him twenty-seven years.

Write down all the medicinal properties of my records, which is the Compendium of Herbs.

His name is Li Sanqi, and his later name is Li Shizhen.

It's just that Shizhen exposed my tracks unintentionally, which attracted Jiajing's repeated harassment. I arranged a sword array for the teacher, and I didn't intend to accept it, so I had to leave.

This year, I heard that Tianmu Mountain collapsed, ten thousand snakes came out, and a gray-robed man appeared.

The sky changes. I know it was the teacher who appeared. Even though I am hundreds of years old, I still feel agitated in my heart. I put down what I was doing and went to Tianmu Mountain. When I went, I only saw Qi Jiguang and a young man practicing swords. When I asked , found that the teacher had gone away.

In the next ten years, every time I pursued, I was always close to meeting each other.

My heart was melancholy. When I entered the capital later, I saw a Taoist coming on a dragon. I saw a teacher below. I wanted to shout loudly and forget my age, but the teacher never heard it and never stopped. I never looked back, I desperately ran with the dragon for 800 miles, my energy and blood were surging, and in the end my skills were not enough, I coughed up blood and stopped, staggered and fell to the ground, the teacher did not look back.

When I came back to my senses, tears were streaming down my face. I don't know how to understand this feeling.

Teacher, do you want me?

The text seems to have been smeared with thick ink when it was written hundreds of years ago.

The text in a blink of an eye is still peaceful and calm.

It's really childish words.

Maybe it's because when the teacher took me up the mountain, I was just a child and wanted to ride on the black snake. Therefore, as time goes by, the patriarch and immortal in the eyes of others, but in front of the teacher, is still just a child. Just kid.

In the next hundred years, I will walk in the world and enlighten many people in the world.

Those who swim with their arms, there is still a child.

The childishness is still there, but the eyebrows and eyes are clear. When talking about the majesty of the mountains and rivers in the world, it is especially radiant.

I don't know why, but it always reminds me of Panax notoginseng back then, hehe...now he is also known as the child of the medicine sage, but this child has no interest in plants and trees, and wants to achieve what others have not achieved, to explore what others don't know .”

Dining clouds and drinking dew, the mountains and rivers are guests. His name is Xu Xiake. After parting with me, he wrote a travel note.

I buried the second sword under Kunlun, the place where thousands of waters originated, and then opened the seal with the power of Taoism, so that it can absorb the energy of Kunlun's land and thousands of rivers and mountains. A burst of sharpness.

In the next hundred years, I walked on the road of Zheng He's voyages to the West, traveled to and from the West, and kept two swords from the extreme north and the extreme west. I can no longer stay in China. The path I have explored seems to be wrong. There is already one. The creatures of this era cannot satisfy the illusion of my body being consumed.

Dual cultivation of life and soul, the body's energy needs cannot be met, and the spirit is destined to not last long.

There was a conflict with the Holy See. The archbishop thought his surname was Niu at first, but later he realized that the West is different from the East. His name is Newton. He has known him for more than ten years, but also because of my existence, the older he is, the more he believes in it. The existence of God, I have manifested the causal changes bestowed by the teacher.

He spent forty years, but he couldn't find the teacher. He just came to a conclusion that the life span of the soul of the teacher is more than six thousand years old. At six thousand years old, he consumes too much energy, often forgetting to eat and sleep when studying, exhausting his mind and mind, and staying up for days without sleep, which is a sign of short life.

It's a pity that even if I extend his life, he will only live past eighty.

I stood in front of his tombstone, but I could only feel melancholy. I am not a teacher after all.

The wind blew past, and the previous manuscript rolled down, recording the latest page of this extremely old man...

I have reached the limit of my lifespan.

The teacher didn't teach me specific knowledge and methods, but just asked me to watch and listen.

My spirit is also old, and my physical body can't support my soul. I use the whole world to supplement my physical body, but I find that there is nothing in this world that can 'satisfy' my physical body. I don't have enough energy and meat, unless I devour the whole world, but that's not what Taoist disciples do...

Albert said, I am severely malnourished and also have severe bulimia.

A disciple from the Heavenly Master's Mansion of the Shenzhou Daomen went to Sakura Island and had a conflict with that Xu Fu.

I made a move to stop Xu Fu's follow-up pursuit.

He lived for thousands of years and swallowed the elixir, but ah, teacher, please rest assured.

Although I have already reached the limit of my life span.

But before I closed my eyes, he didn't dare to move.

That child could leave calmly and grow up after the desperation, but he didn't expect that he would be such a troublemaker, but he would cause troubles in the West. Odin wanted to pull him into the Hall of Valor. There are hundreds of thousands of heroes and countless warriors in the souls of the war dead, and that child is no match.

I didn't bring any weapons or friends. I was the only one who sat in front of the 100,000 spirits of the Nordic World Tree for three days and three nights to show my sincerity.

He's still reasonable.

The souls of the Nordic heroes in the Hall of Valor from ancient times to the present also know the truth and etiquette.

They retreated, and the child didn't know where he went.

It's just that I'm still alive. I was supposed to die, but in the end, I sent away one disciple after another. Friends, Albert said, people like me must enjoy all the loneliness, but I know that he also Same thing, so we can be friends.

When he died, he asked me to take a shot. He didn't want his brain to be sliced ​​and studied by later generations. I agreed. That was the last time I shot in history. Albert Einstein, I will my old You sent back to his hometown, and I watched the old man leave in the sunshine.

I have no more friends in the world, and the time has come to an end.

My disciples found a boy named Fang Yang, and then helped him build a folk museum in his hometown, Quanzhou. I have been there and found the place myself, just like what you said, teacher , where there are thick flowering trees.

The museum has a door painted with green paint. There are wooden shelves and a cloth sofa with a coarse cloth texture. Behind it is a small room, which is a quiet room. It can be used for sitting cross-legged. I prepared it for you. The above It’s an attic where you can read in your free time.”

The museum is completed, and the flower tree opposite is blooming.

When in the sun, purple vine flowers will bloom, with a sloping road, and the sun will flow.

It's warm and beautiful.

But, where are you, teacher? I can't find you...

The old man who has lived for a long time whispered to himself.

Later, that Fang Yang came overseas by virtue of his connection with my disciples. He was a person like Shen Wansan, longing for more status and wealth. His museum was handed over to his father to take care of it. on.

But later, I heard that his father died in a car accident. It shouldn't be. He should still live for several years. I calculated my fate and found that it seemed that some ghosts appeared in this museum at some time. , let the old man distracted, so he accidentally ran a red light and fell, he didn't deserve to die.

I killed him.

I asked my disciples to send a message to his son, asking him if he would like to let his father live with him again. I have a way to build a foundation of true energy, which can purify his soul and turn it into pure yang, so that he can continue to live Live your life.

Although he will lose his foundation, this old man died because of my teacher's arrangement.

What the master does is what the disciples do. I should compensate the teacher for these costs.

Originally, I should die too.

It's just that the time the teacher said to send the letter to the teacher's wife is getting closer day by day.

I need to survive.

I originally thought that I might not be able to support that time, and my spiritual energy has recovered, but it was too late... Before this, the world could not support my soul and body, and after that, my body has already recovered. I am getting old and have reached the limit of my life, but when I died, I felt a strange connection.

It seems that there is a person standing on the Eastern Sea, claiming that he is Zhenwu, and that he is Zhang Sanfeng.

This connection made me a little more energetic, but then I laughed a little. I haven't laughed this way for a long time. He is not me, and I am not him. I don't want him to be my anchor, and I don't want to be his past. , so I used my last bit of strength to cut off this connection with the real martial arts sword.

The time has come, I will record the past here, I hope I will not forget it.

A man from the Yuan Dynasty in Shenzhou, Zhang Sanfeng.

The old man who was aged to the limit slowly raised his hand, closed the book, and put it aside. His hair was already pale to the point of no luster, there were age spots on his face, and his eyes had already fainted. A little cloudy, but still clear inside.

He has lived too long.

After a long time, without any substantive inheritance, and without the imprint of Fuxi's skills like the Eight Immortals, relying on his own comprehension and the fit of the Dao, he opened his own way and lived for thousands of years in the entire human world that has cut off the spiritual energy. A long time, but this is already the limit, he is about to die.

The old man slowly stretched out his hand and took out a letter. Even though it had been a long time, the letter was still in good condition, just like when the teacher asked the black snake to hand it over to him. The old man stroked the letter paper and stood slowly. Standing up, it took a lot of energy for him to stand up.

For a long time, he even fell asleep, using the lowest body consumption, to survive the most painful and long years for those who have no way to live forever.

The disciple next to him panicked and wanted to deliver books on his behalf, but the old man refused.

The old man stood up and after washing, he changed into the same black Taoist robe as before. With a peaceful smile, he whispered to himself, Teacher, it's been more than seven hundred years.

Your expectations, disciples have been fulfilled, this is the last thing.

Disciple, can I still see you before I die?

The old man finally left the place where he lived for a long time.

He walked step by step in the direction of the Shenzhou Tushan family, without thinking, because the destination was the direction he had memorized for more than seven hundred years. He walked through mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, It also seems to have gone through the long but short millennium, spring and autumn, step by step, walking very slowly and steadily.

Every step out is at the limit of human beings, as if dying at any time, but there are obsessions and persistence, kept in the heart, when taking the first step of this destined long road, the old man murmured softly:

Disciple Zhang Sanfeng.

Come here by order of the teacher to deliver a letter.

[After more than seven hundred years, send this letter to Tu Shan]

Please see Master, one last time.

PS: Today's first update... The number of words is enough, 5,800 words.

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The goal is to get everything done within one month to one and a half months, nodding, no problem at all.