Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the yellowed paper, his movements were gentle, as if he was afraid that a little force would completely shatter this piece of paper and be washed away by the two thousand years.

The move that was once taught by the mentor was determined to destroy, but never completed. It is named the core of the Taiping Department, and it is also the most tragic and direct sword move. When there is no peace in the world, it is the last means of resistance for ordinary people. The art of cutting dragon veins .

Wei Yuan never imagined that he would see this secret technique again after nearly two thousand years. Even if he had personally seen Zhang Jiao Zhanlongmai, he only learned the sword technique of chopping Qiyun in the end.

I don't know the real and complete art of cutting luck.

Later, when I went to Sakurajima last time, I taught it to the little Taoist Axuan.

Axuan slashed at Sakurajima's qi luck, which was like a circling poisonous snake, and the qi luck was scattered, and was swallowed by Yamata no Orochi and turned into the shape of Xiangliu. His heart sank slightly, Xiangliu's strength at this moment was extremely strong, if he met him on the way to Sakura Island, it would be another fierce battle.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the young monk in front of him.

I have met several times in a row. At the first time, I only thought that this was a monk who was willing to lend a helping hand to others, but now when I met for the second time, the other party also took out the fragments of the essential techniques of peace. Wei Yuan was keenly aware of this. Dao Yan is special.

The young monk looked calm, stretched out his hand, and said in a calm voice:

Master Wei, please do your own thing.

He saw the vision just now.

When Wei Yuan touched this piece of yellowed paper, where his five fingers touched, there was a flowing light and charm.

Wei Yuan slowly looked away.

This place is a museum.

Although he has already seen the secret hidden in the young monk in front of him, it may not be good for him.

Wei Yuan still closed his eyes calmly.

With five fingers clasped slightly, the streaks of energy and aura are entangled like snakes, Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and pictures appeared in front of his eyes——

Thousands of years collapsed into quicksand, drifting away from this world.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed.

Wei Yuan is still sitting here, but the young monk is no longer in front of him, the surrounding museums seem to have turned into simple buildings that make people feel rough, and the buildings further away have turned into a blurred background.

Wei Yuan saw the Taoist Taiping who was no longer young stretched out his hand to press the young disciple next to him, looking at the fragments of Taoism scriptures in the distance, his eyes were complicated, and in the end he just sighed softly, Wei Yuan's heart ached a little He squinted, and when he saw Zhang Jiao who was so close in front of him, he almost subconsciously reached out his hand.

But this is an extremely clear picture, the teacher, the former self, the place where he once lived.

Everything collapsed and disappeared in an instant, turning into fine sand with the amber luster of time, and disappeared from between his fingers. Deep 'memory'.

Immediately, the aura of the true spirit in this fragment of essential technique unfolded before Wei Yuan's eyes.

………………

When Wei Yuan closed his eyes, Dao Yan opened them and looked at the young museum owner in front of him.

Yes, very young.

But this is not something incomprehensible.

Because after over six hundred years of age, he is also so young, even younger than the owner of the museum in front of him. It seems that he really is able to react to this dossier that records the method of cutting the dragon's veins. It was the old doctor.

Dao Yan thought of his past experience, and his expression was complicated.

His family practiced medicine in his family, and he had a slight reputation in the south of the Yangtze River. As a son-in-law, he must inherit medical skills and medical clinics. This is a family business, and he has been famous for many years. The Taoist Buddha likes wild foxes practicing meditation, fierce tigers meditating, and those stories that are legendary but absurd.

My father got angry more than once for this.

In the eyes of outsiders, the famous doctor who is elegant and gentle, was so angry that he said:

If you don't want to study medicine and let the medical skills of your ancestors be lost, I will treat you as my son!

I, I, I, I will have another one!

The young Dao Yan also had a tough temper, saying:

I don't have your father.

If you have the ability to give birth, go for it!

You, Nizi, looking for a fight...

The middle-aged doctor who had a son was very angry. Although there were no seven wolves at that time, some feelings were the same.

In comparison, in that era, the children of doctors definitely suffered more beatings.

After all, ordinary families are afraid of breaking their son.

But the doctors are very experienced, they know how to act properly, and they know where to look for to beat these little bastards without leaving any problems. The most important thing is that there is a doctor at home, and heals the wounds after the beating is over. Really, as long as you can't be beaten to death, you will be beaten to death.

Why, are you still short of your two catties of medicine?

Just when the child thought it was another slap in the face, the bamboo branch did not fall down for a long time.

A young man in a green shirt grabbed the doctor.

When Dao Yan carefully opened his eyes, he saw the doctor for the first time.

At that time, Yuan lived temporarily in the family's medical center, learned a lot, and was called Mr.

I don't know its age, I don't know its origin.

It's just a medical skill, almost supernatural powers.

He looked like he was in his thirties, younger, and older.

However, Dao Yan grew up from a young child to a tall young man. Mr. Yuan, who has a light temperament, always looks like he is in his thirties. At that time, it was Mr. Yuan who freed himself from being a doctor one year in advance. The fate of her life has allowed her to have a magnificent experience in the future.

But it was also him who made himself lose his established destiny.

Dao Yan's heart is complicated, which can be seen.

Sighing secretly, Dao Yan came back to his senses and stared at the museum owner in front of him.

The other party looked so defenseless at the moment, and laughed at himself in his heart. Even if Mr. Yuan claimed to have no past and no memory, it was impossible for him to be so scheming, and he couldn't even tell that he had a secret. Sit with your eyes closed.

Aren't you afraid that Daoyan's sudden poisoning will directly kill him?

madness!

Has it been slack for hundreds of years?

Dao Yan didn't know why, it was obviously a suitable opportunity for him to make a move, but instead he felt an extremely complex anger, and pointed to knock on the table, a chopstick was controlled, this is the depth of the Taoist sword cultivator's ability to control the sword with qi The method, the Buddhist monks, who have a state as strong as his, can do it, but not with skills, but forcefully driven by a burst of energy.

The chopsticks went straight to Wei Yuan's eyebrows.

suddenly,

Two fingers as white as jade clamped the chopsticks.

The young monk was stunned.

Raising her eyes slightly, a girl with an elegant and peaceful temperament appeared on one side at some point, with a soft ponytail and red hair ropes mixed in her long hair at the temples. With the chopsticks in one hand and a book in the other, he carried it behind his back, with a cold voice.

The little monk is a guest?

With one flick.

The chopsticks flew back upside down, and a gust of wind circulated, hitting Dao Yan's forehead.

Then it fell back to its original position.

Such a profound wind control technique!

Dao Yan was alert for a moment.

When on guard, there was also a sudden feeling, staring at Wei Yuan——

It is precisely because of the presence of this woman, that person who is extremely calm and prudent through what has happened, and who has many backhands, will he be able to settle down and study this thing with his eyes closed in front of him?

To trust someone so much.

but……

The young monk had a strange look in his eyes.

How can this be? !

Is this still Mr. Yuan...

For a split second, he even had the illusion that he was looking for the wrong person.

Suzhou in the south of the Yangtze River is naturally a prosperous place in the world.

And there are many beauties in Jiangnan water town.

Mr. Yuan from the Huichun Hall of the Yao family has extensive knowledge and a light and elegant demeanor, so of course many people like it.

People who came to propose a marriage broke the threshold. Some people have heard of the story of throwing fruit Pan An. At that time, there was a woman who mustered up the courage to throw fruit to Mr. Yuan, but it was always cheaper than the little monk who was still greedy at that time. , I don’t know that those Xiaojiabiyu looked at Mr. Yuan with a gentle smile and picked up the fruits, but when they went back to feed the little monk, they were so angry that they tore a few handkerchiefs.

There was even an oiran who asked for a doctor, took out his wallet to visit the clinic, and temporarily invited everyone else out. Shyly and timidly, he imitated Xue Tao, a woman from the Tang Dynasty, and dyed the letter paper with fresh petals that were rare at that time. The Tibetan acrostic poem was written with gentle brushwork, and it was rumored crazy at that time, even the young monk Daoyan knew that the drunkard's intention was not to drink.

The results of it?

That Mr. Yuan could actually write three pages full of medicinal materials.

Directly ignore the Tibetan acrostic on the colored paper made of unknown number of petals.

And told the woman to pay attention to her body and not to stay up late and hurt her body.

So as not to age prematurely and so on.

Such Mr. Yuan actually found such a woman in this world?

After the difference at the first moment, the young monk's mood that emerged in the second moment was actually disbelief, the calmness after unraveling the doubts six hundred years ago, and some kind of emotion that had been accumulated for six hundred years, similar to Yuan When the husband will marry himself out', I feel refreshed after the problem is solved.

This is six hundred years of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and that kind of calmness is not enough for outsiders.

Put your hands together and say silently:

All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity.

Unpredictable, immeasurable.

Dao Yan had dealt with Wei Yuan a few times before, it was not the first time he met him, and he was interrupted several times when he came here, the hostility left in his heart was not much, seeing that unpredictable girl, he simply felt safe Tasting tea.

To Yuanjue next to him, he said:

The poor monk suddenly felt that perhaps the Buddha really existed.

He sighed with emotion and whispered silently.

Even Mr. Yuan has a confidante.

It is not unbelievable that the Buddha is still alive.

Yuanjue was stunned, then clasped his hands together, and said seriously: There is no Buddha in this world.

Dao Yan: ...

The poor monk was just joking.

He saw Jue sitting next to Wei Yuan, quietly looking at a book of poetry, while the monk next to him pulled him and chattered endlessly, telling him that there were no Buddhas and gods in the world, and everything depended on him; the water ghost in a tuxedo held a hot towel in one hand , with one hand holding a tray with elegant movements, on which is a goblet filled with black happy water.

There seems to be a fighting spirit who is diligently practicing sword drawing skills, a paper figurine and red embroidered shoes who are playing games.

The young monk fell silent.

Goddesses live with ghosts, Buddhist monks live with grieving ghosts.

It's almost synonymous with chaos and disorder.

Amitabha,

Dao Yan's forehead twitched.

What the hell is this place? ! !

And at this time, Wei Yuan also saw something that he never expected——

That was the matter entrusted by Zhu Rong.

PS: The first update today...