Museum of Demons

In Chaoge City.

After the old grand master came out from the belly of the mountain for a long time, he couldn't recover for a long time.

I was amazed by the scene I saw, and I couldn't even think about it carefully. As long as I thought about it, my nose would feel sore. They used to think that the emperor who was cold and heartless, and watched Chaoge City step by step to the current situation , How much did you pay in three thousand years?

After that, Fei Yu and Wu Yu sent the map.

Tell the old grand master what Wei Yuan said.

The latter was also pleasantly surprised by the effect of the fruit on Chongwu Mountain. Compared with Wu Yu and Feiyu, he is more aware of the current plight of Chaoge City, and also understands the value and significance of this treasure to Chaoge. A treasure that improves the aptitude of future generations, the biggest problem facing Chaoge City will not be a problem. He flipped through the map, his palm trembling, and gently brushed the location of Chongwu Mountain on this map.

Then read the words marked next to it in a low voice:

The first of the Three Classics of the West is called Chongwu Mountain. In the south of the river, there is a tree Yan, with leaves and white spruces, red flowers and black pears. It is actually like a trifoliate orange, and it is suitable for descendants to eat.

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The five mountain gods left Chaoge City and walked together, preparing to return to their nests in the mountains.

The old man looked back at Chaoge and said with emotion: It's a pity.

I felt that aura. At first I thought it was Yuan. Since Yuan was there, King Yu must be there too. But halfway through, I found out that it was a new mountain god. Heh, although it was a happy event, somehow, there was It’s a feeling of joy in vain.”

It was King Yu who recorded our sacrificial methods at the beginning, but how the sacrificial offerings were made was the idea given by Yuan. Maybe he didn't care, but it was the first time we tasted the food and wine of the human race. I always feel that I have never eaten such a good thing again.”

The burly mountain god glared at him and said, You actually talked about Yuan's food, not King Yu.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and he said, The old man naturally respects King Yu.

However, King Yu's character is too frugal. The old man finally found a compliment and said, It's because of his character that he doesn't pay much attention to what he eats, and basically he doesn't waste any food. What comes out is really not as good as Yuan’s.”

Mountain God Lishi glared at him and said, You fart, King Yu is flawless!

Then do you think the offerings made by King Yu are delicious?

Unappetizing.

Then it's over?

Lux glared at the old man and said, Even if it's not delicious, it's perfect!

The Laomai mountain god was helpless and didn't bother to pay attention to this mountain god. He just felt that he was indeed worthy of being a cow-shaped mountain god with a stubborn personality. He looked into the distance and said softly: No matter what, King Yu won't come back again, right? Qiu Guo, and Yuan...

The courtier of King Yu was also buried here.

The rest of the mountain gods stopped talking.

Time is always cruel to people.

The old man took a sip of the human race's wine, and with the strength of the wine, recited a chapter of Shan Hai Jing, which is also the mountain of Chongwu, but it is different from what Wei Yuan told the people in Chaoge City. In the wind, almost like poetry:

The head of the Three Classics of the West is called Chongwu Mountain, which is south of the river.

Look at Zhongsui in the north, Yaozhize in the south, the hill where the emperor hunted animals in the west, and Yanyuan in the east.

Look east... the abyss!

Shan Hai Jing.

After Yuan died, King Yu completed the rest.

The head of the mountains in the Three Classics of the West is Chongwu Mountain. That mountain is in the south of the Yellow River in Shendai.

I climbed up this mountain, and looking to the north, it was Mount Zhongsui when my father died; looking to the south, it was the Daze where my teacher Emperor Yao was buried; looking to the west, it was the place where the late Emperor Shun once hunted. Looking east from the hills, there is a deep abyss...

The work is done.

All the old people are gone.

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With a loud roar, Wei Yuan pulled out the Eight-faced Han sword with his backhand, and the iron eagle flapped its wings on the hilt.

He carried the Eight-faced Han Sword behind his back.

The nine-jointed stick is too big to be carried around, and Zhang Daoling's magic sword, Wei Yuan originally wanted to carry it, but think about it, the functions of the two swords are similar, and losing one sword will not affect Wei Yuan's strength. Big damage, besides, this time it was the Taiping Dao monks who went there.

Using the magic sword of the Tianshi Mansion is somewhat inappropriate.

First, chop it off with the Eight-faced Han sword, chop off one-third of the fish head, put it in a special foam box, put a frozen ice pack in it, and mutter while putting it, the old Taoist is too vague, the refrigerator can’t bear it Yes, the freezer is fine too, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t need an ice pack to cool down.

What age is it, it is still pickled with lime like the Three Kingdoms period.

Tsk, old antique.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and carried the fish head on his back. Wei Yuan held the black cat by the back of the neck and warned the black cats not to take advantage of the opportunity of his leaving to secretly eat the fish head, otherwise he would eat it for three months Cat food, without any fishy taste, and then stepped out. With a creak, the door of the museum was slowly closed, and the silence was restored.

The black cat licked its paw.

Staring at the refrigerator, struggling inside.

Finally headed towards the refrigerator door.

Ah--

Stupid human beings.

He actually thought he could threaten my uncle.

Tap-tap, tap-tap--

Hearing the movement, it was so startled that its tail stood up, and then it realized that the sound was not from the door. Turning its head, it saw the box on the wooden cabinet struggling continuously, with gold and red embroidered shoes sticking out its head, and hurriedly wanted to run to the door. At the door, but failed, it seems a bit lonely and regretful, Qi's army soldiers and water ghosts also know the origin of the red embroidered shoes and the story of Wan Qiniang.

Binghun patted it to express comfort.

The water ghost spoke quickly, and said: Maybe the owner's matter is more important this time. Next time, I will go there to get angry. Alas, the owner of the museum is not particular sometimes. You said you should take me with you. How nice it is to go to Sakurajima, I want to try the special drinks there too.”

Whose tongue are you chewing behind your back?

The ghosts were stunned.

One side of the red embroidered shoes is propped on the ground, and the toe of the shoe is slightly raised, as if expecting.

In the creaking sound.

The door of the museum was opened, and Wei Yuan appeared at the door with a sword on his back.

Looking at the red embroidered shoes, he seemed to have returned to the beginning, saw the old man whose regret and pain in his heart had turned into a ground-bound spirit, thought of Wan Qiniang's last song, thought of her lover who died for the country, thought of of that era.

Finally, he stretched out his hand and said, Come on.

Wei Yuan said softly: Repay kindness with kindness, and revenge with revenge.

I said.

Besides, you also want to go to Sakurajima, right? There should always be an ending to the story back then.

Where are the stories of the victims suffering and the perpetrators getting away with it?

The red embroidered shoes jumped up, this time it directly turned into a flying light, put it in a box, and was put away in Wei Yuan's backpack. Wei Yuan glanced across the museum, looked at the soldiers of Qi's army, and said: You also follow me! Come on, just keep a few housekeepers at home, there is no need for so many.

The eyes of the soldiers of the Qi family lit up.

Subconsciously, he straightened his body, clenched the broken sword tightly, and shouted in a deep voice:

promise!

The water ghost raised his hand: What about me? What about me?

Wei Yuan pursed his lips and said seriously:

You have a more important task, which is related to our future life safety.

Fuck, this is awesome, boss, what kind of job is it?!

Housekeeping.

Water ghost: ...

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Do you remember?

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu put down his mobile phone, looked at the Taoist next to him, and warned him word by word: After following him out this time, please keep an eye on him, and never let him mess around again. He is not allowed to make any movement, understand?!

It's not allowed at all!

The appearance is still young, it looks like just a boy, the delicate Taoist with a scarlet flame imprint on the brow is at a loss:

But, Senior Brother, aren't we just going to kick the field this time?

They all sent their heads over.

Isn't the bigger the movement, the better?

After Zhang Ruosu heard the words 'the bigger the movement, the better', his forehead rarely twitched. Ever since he said this sentence last time and after the Huai River was diverted, he had already had a psychological shadow on these words. .

The old celestial master waved his hands in pain, and said:

You're still young.

You do not understand……

At this time, Wei Yuan had already arrived at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

Set foot on the steps of Longhu Mountain.

On the back of the hand, the Destiny Chilu lighted up slightly.

PS: Thank you Gociyu Wanshang, thank you.

The original text is, looking north at Zhongsui, looking south at Zeze, west looking at the Emperor’s Beast Hunting Hill, east looking at Yuan, Yiyao Tong, Yi Tongyan, hum, after all, Yuan, there is still such a thing in the real record It’s a pen~ Of course, the real record of our world may really be just an abyss~

Of course, Zhong Sui didn’t have much pen and ink in the record, so I just said something about the novelist, the above~