Museum of Demons

The Zhuge family finally broke through the blockade of the chaos.

The Taoist with a light temperament was leaning on a bamboo pole, his face was pale, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the absent-minded young man next to him, stretched out his hand, and rubbed the boy's soft black hair like his teacher Zhang Jiao, then untied the simple but clean Taoist robe on his body, shook his hand, and did not look at it, letting the Taoist robe It covered the two girls, covering the exposed half of their shoulders.

The older one thanked her and pushed the younger sister next to her.

The girl with soft eyebrows and clean temperament froze for a moment.

There was still a trace of bloody smell on the tip of the nose, but the light and heavy herbal aroma on the Taoist robe made people feel at ease for some reason. Subconsciously, he reached out and pinched the Taoist robe, wrapped his body tighter, and thanked the weak mosquito. A pair of eyes looked at the Taoist.

The Taoist coughed and walked forward, saying:

Need to hurry now.

Can't stop.

Because of Liu Beijun's appearance, and because Yuan finally stopped covering himself at such a time.

With the judgment honed in the battle, he can avoid danger and kill the enemy when necessary.

They successfully arrived in Jingzhou. Here, the young man who was still a child with a childlike heart shut himself up and came out after a long time. There are very few fuqin.

Instead, start to learn the real sense of governance.

In such a day, the only fluctuation is that the young second sister, because of what the Taoist did that day, seems to have a good impression of the Taoist, but the Taoist's eyes are always calm, and such a peaceful life, and ends after a few years.

Zhuge Xuan died.

They had no choice but to go to Longzhong to live in seclusion again.

Although Yuan Yuan was the oldest, Zhuge Liang, who was sixteen years old at that time, was already taller than the Taoist who watched him grow up. , with high eyebrows, studying with friends all day long.

Among them, Mr. Shui Jing, Sima Hui, and Mr. Pang De are naturally highly respected.

The latter's son Pang Tong and the young Zhuge were quite congenial, and later Xu Shu, and Yuan would occasionally discuss many things with the people living in seclusion there, but those who would agree with his statement were actually only those few people.

But this year, someone came to visit again.

In fact, when the man's aura was approaching, Yuan had already noticed it, because it was extremely similar to the girl's aura he saw on the mountain outside Langya when he was young, it belonged to the open air of the plateau, and there was no way to forget it .

He thought of what the woman had said back then.

I'll still ask him that question.

The Taoist, who was no longer immature at this moment, put down the scroll in his hand.

Ballistic gowns played.

Get up and greet the guests.

He opened the door, and sunlight streamed down through the gaps in the leaves. Outside the door was not a graceful woman, but a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a cool and quiet temperament, dressed in elegant blue and white clothes, like nine days. High winds hovering above.

Tassels hung from the girl's waist.

On it is a piece of white jade, and next to the white jade is half a Qin Dynasty wrench.

When walking, the sound is crisp.

Before the girl knocked on the door, she opened the door directly when she saw Yuan, a flash of surprise and bewilderment flashed in her eyes, as if she didn't know what to do next, and then quickly restrained her emotions, showing a trace of politeness. With a distant smile, he nodded slightly and said:

My name is Jue, and the twin jades are Jue.

Her voice paused, remembering the question asked by Queen Mother Xi.

So, in this secluded place in Longzhong, with distant mountains, flowing water, and gentle breeze, there is an elegant girl on the side of the door, and a Taoist with the smell of medicine on the other side. The gentle and quiet voice asked:

I don't know about you, do you still remember the covenant?

……………………

Yuan naturally recalled what happened back then.

Thinking of what that graceful woman asked when she was going down the mountain.

Didn't expect that the woman would let her daughter come instead of coming by herself?

Really persistent.

Even the Taoist, whose mood was as deep as deep water, felt a little helpless, the corners of his mouth twitched, and suddenly felt that this woman was really narrow-minded, so he invited the somewhat cramped girl into the room, but before he could ask a few words, there was a knock on the door sounded.

Yuan went to open the door.

Outside the door was a girl with gentle eyebrows and a scholarly aura who was dressed in coarse cloth and hairpins.

The tone was soft and gentle: I heard that Brother Yuan has friends coming.

I'll bring you some snacks.

Yuan took the snack and thanked him. After the girl left, Jue, who went down the mountain alone for the first time, looked at the Taoist in front of her with some curiosity. She could see that the girl should have a good impression of the Taoist in front of her, but she Seeing that Taoist's eyes darkened.

It is said that the heart is like still water, but the person in front of him is almost like stagnant water.

I don't know what happened.

At this time, Tiannu Jue seemed to have noticed something, smiled apologetically, stretched out her hand, took out the hairpin, and stroked slightly in the void, as if a gust of wind had bloomed, and several women appeared directly here.

Although they looked different in appearance, they were all similar in temperament to that graceful woman back then.

That Jue and the Taoist in front of him looked at each other and asked:

So, do you regret it now?

The Taoist shook his head and answered the girl's question: I don't regret it.

Jue knew more or less the experience of the Taoist in front of him, and looked at the pair of dull eyes with some curiosity, one of the women said with emotion: It's really strange, I just went to see the wife who Zhuge Liang married, I feel that his appearance is very, very ordinary, he is so good-looking, why don't you find a big beauty?

Because he is good-looking enough.

The Taoist replied flatly: If you still plan to find a beautiful woman, why not look in the mirror yourself.

Only by matching talents and virtues can he make his life less boring in the future.

Several celestial maidens looked at the Taoist in astonishment.

The Taoist twitched his lips and said, He said it himself.

And in the afternoon of this day, Zhuge Liang, who came back after hearing the news, sat on the big rock outside the Taoist gate with his qin on his shoulders, playing the qin and singing:

When the moon rises brightly, when you are outstanding, when you are carefree, when you are relaxed and carefree, when you are busy and carefree.

He sang again loudly: Guanguan Jujiu is in the river state. My fair lady is a gentleman.

The melody is melodious and the singing is loud and clear.

Jue was a little dazed.

This bastard.

The Taoist forehead twitched, stood up, and said politely: Please wait a moment.

He stepped out, picked up the medicine hoe beside him, thought for a while, and replaced it with the nine-jointed stick.

This one pulls up easily.

The triumphant young man sat cross-legged under the setting sun, winking.

Yuan pulled out his nine-section stick and wanted to hit it upwards.

The boy turned and ran.

It's a pity that Yuan was exhausted, how could he catch up with the young man, only the young man was left to run ahead quickly with his qin on his shoulders, and asked with a smile, Yuan, who are those? Could it be that they are the ones you belong to? Did you reject my second sister? If that’s the case, I can ask Mr. Shui Jing and Mr. Pang De to propose marriage on your behalf.”

How about it?

Yuan leaned on a nine-jointed stick, supported his waist and gasped for breath, and said:

You, come here, give me a hand.

The young man hesitated for a while, but he still approached dawdly, and finally, Yuan grabbed him and cleaned up after a while, holding him by the back collar and telling him what is meant by a gentleman. The girl has left.

Under the moonlight, only the youngest Jue was still there, turned around, nodded with a smile and said:

Then, Taoist priest, Mr. Zhuge, take your leave.

That question, I will come to ask you again.

We, see you someday.

Yuan looked at the girl, nodded, and said, See you someday.

Those women who don't know who they are left, and Nanyang's life is moving forward without any haste. In the end, the young second sister left Nanyang and married Pang Shanmin, the son of Pang Degong. Well, the Taoist just sent an insect repellent medicine sachet, but the soft-eyed girl sent back an old but clean Taoist robe.

The young man was silent that day, he just said: Master Yuan, why?

The Taoist touched the fine stitches on the Taoist robe, and said in an inaudible tone:

The world is uncertain.

What is home for?

Besides, you know my body, I don't know when I will die.

Of course you can't drag others down.

The boy was silent for a long time, pursed his lips, and said, Don't worry.

I will give you old age.

My son and grandson will also have your incense.

As for your drag...it's not a drag, you just live your life well.

When you get old, I'll take care of you.

The boy turned and left with heavy footsteps. Slowly, only he, Zhuge Jun, and the Taoist were left in Nanyang, and it was so peaceful until that day, when the man reappeared between Yuan and Zhuge. in life.

That used to be the young ranger who listened to Yuan when he was young and told him about the wishes of the people at the bottom.

The person who once blocked Cao Mengde has already gained fame in the world.

The twenty-seven-year-old young man told Yuan, solemnly: I'm going to help him.

Yuan was silent, and said in a blunt tone: He only has a few troops, and he wanders around.

No!

He paused, his voice turned soft, and he comforted: Your talent is rare in my life.

If you practice with peace of mind, you will definitely become the founder of a sect, a true cultivator that is rare in a thousand years.

But when you enter the world, you will definitely be killed.

Therefore, the young man hesitated for a long time, but in the end he decided to go out of the mountain under the repeated invitation of the hero. However, Yuan was weak and could only watch him leave, leaving only him and him in Nanyang. Zhuge Jun, while he watched the young man go away, in a trance, he suddenly remembered what happened almost thirty years ago.

At that time, the young Taoist with a dimple on the corner of his mouth when he smiled told him.

When he went down the mountain, his teacher once said that he couldn't get close to weapons and luck.

Otherwise, there will be a disaster of killing the body, and as long as you practice with peace of mind, you will have a thousand years of true practice.

And now,

The child who once listened to the story told by the master persuaded his disciple.

And the disciples also did not listen to him.

Stepped into the world.

Yuan, don't worry.

Although the world is chaotic, I will definitely be able to make the people peaceful. When the time comes, I will return to Nanyang instead of being an official. We will be self-sufficient here, reading books and playing the piano, and continuing to have big dreams in the afternoon. You should be old by then. Alright.

He smiled and said, It doesn't matter, I will take care of you.

He waved.

Then turned his head and drifted away.

PS: Today’s update is 3,400 words, please take half a day off to polish it... Hold your fists together, thank you Alcande for 50,000 starting coins~

Regarding Zhuge Wuhou's personality, when I came here personally, I trusted the historical records, but I would not over-speculate with my own judgment, but I trusted the reactions of the people of the time.

The evaluation reliability of contemporaries is stronger than that of later generations, and the evaluation reliability of Shu people is stronger than that of other countries.

The responses of people who have no political affiliation or family interests are more valuable.

Ji Han is gone, and the people of Shu land spontaneously sacrificed to Marquis Wu, and the incense has been burning for two thousand years. Who else can do this? If this is all unpopular, what else is it? The people in this land are mostly simple. You are good to me, I remember... If this is what power and conspiracy can do, then can the two span two thousand years?