Museum of Demons

So, how about an invitation?

Feng Siyu stuffed a handful of snacks into her mouth, her bright brown apricot pupils shone brightly.

So, go and invite!

Holding a dangling goblet, the water ghost made such a suggestion.

Then seeing that Wei Yuan seemed to be hesitant, the old Taoist felt a little bit in his heart. He knew that Wei Yuan was the kind of character who was very keen on details. Such an obvious straight ball was too easy to be seen. At this time, he didn't There is a way to deal with it, the monk over there has already closed his eyes and chanted scriptures to escape reality.

And at this moment, the water ghost drank the happy water in one gulp, and when the crowd didn't know how to continue, he slapped the table and said fearlessly:

Boss.

He said: Are you cowardly again?!

Wei Yuan: ...

Zhang Ruosu: ...

Qi Family Army Battle Spirit: ...

Yuanjue: ...

If this is a stage play, then the water ghost is the absolute center. At this time, there should be high-power lights that cannot be bought normally hitting him from all directions, making the water ghost look like a god in the eyes of everyone. Generally handsome and bright, or as tragic as the heroes of ancient Greek mythology.

But this is reality.

The water ghost is like a convenience store clerk who comically charges towards the heavily armed violent group with happy water.

Ding, the water ghost used the skill to self-destruct as a sacrifice, and the effect is outstanding!

A moment later, the water ghost was thrust out backwards again. Before it was thrust out, he stretched out his thumb and gestured at everyone, with a hearty smile on his face.

'My life is full of regrets. '

Let the old Taoist priests and soldiers gasp in awe.

Whether it was Feng Siyu's ear wind or the water ghost's self-detonation attack, Wei Yuan and Jue finally managed to get Wei Yuan and Jue out of the house. It was already winter and the weather was getting colder, but Wei Yuan felt that his heart didn't know why. Accelerate the beating.

Scientific research has proved that the surrounding atmosphere can also negatively affect people's emotions and reason.

Therefore, taking the person you like on a roller coaster will make his or her heart beat faster, and mistakenly think that such a faster heart rate means that he likes you, so haunted houses and horror movies will also become young men and women. The perfect place for a party.

As long as the girl in your heart is not the kind of existence who instinctively kills the staff of the haunted house.

Then, the favorability bonus is extremely high.

Wei Yuan's mind was full of thoughts. Originally, he was simply giving a gift, but when he was messed with like this, he felt a little embarrassed, and nodded with a smile as if nothing had happened. The goddess over there recalled Just now those paintings, subconsciously look away.

The smile froze on Wei Yuan's face.

Are you serious about taking a step back?

It was just a souvenir gift.

There is no need for this.

Morning.

Well, early.

After a simple greeting, there was a long embarrassment.

An inexplicable silence fermented between the two, which also made the watching water ghost sigh. In the distant Qingqiu Kingdom, the girl curled her lips. Lonely and courageous, he asked in a normal tone:

I see Ehuang Nvying and the others are here.

He smiled and said, It's rare to see them, do you want to have a light meal together tonight?

The water ghost secretly clenched his fist.

Great!

The goddess raised her hand and gently smoothed the black hair hanging from her temples, and said as usual: Okay.

A gleam of light flashed in Feng Siyu's eyes.

Feng Siyu and Shui Gui exchanged glances with each other.

Hehe, you are doing well.

You can do it too.

Then the girl tapped the Morse code sensitively with her fingers behind her back.

The suspended water ghost shakes and sends out the Morse code at a frequency.

Here is the snack, here is the snack, the staged task has been completed, over.

Here is Coke, here is Coke, the staged task has been completed, over.

The female jiao adjusted her sunglasses.

The elegant white hair turned into a neat high ponytail, and the corners of the eyes were red eye shadows. When he raised his hand and pulled it, the loose feather belt tightened his waistline, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He changed from that kind of elegant Qingqiu King to a slender The Goddess of Tushan, who walks the mountains and seas with the long whip handed down by Shennong, has the joy of traveling in the past.

Leaning on the high-back chair, wearing a baseball cap, clapped the 'script' in his hand:

OK, pass.

Next scene.

………………

In winter in Quanshi, there is no way to see heavy snowfall like in the north, but the sky is clear and clear. You can see the clear starry sky at night. Because of the lack of light pollution in Old Street, the starry sky can be more pure.

For a delicious meal, Wei Yuan was a little absent-minded.

And everyone ate absent-mindedly.

Only Comrade Zhang Hao, a member of the special operations team who drove to eat on time, still ate happily.

He even successfully suppressed Feng Siyu in terms of the amount of meals eliminated.

I practiced hard.

Holding the tea, Zhang Hao said modestly in the tone of Versailles, satisfied.

But I didn't say that in order to resist Feng Siyu's oppression, I hang the dumbbells on my arms every day, such as quickly using chopsticks to pick up soybeans in my abdomen. Purpose.

The food is meant to be great.

And the free food is even more delicious.

Zhang Hao, who had no idea what the arrangement would be next, successfully interfered with Wei Yuan and Jue's own judgment, while the old Taoist, Feng Siyu, and even the water ghost had all left the restaurant of the museum silently. Gifts must have an atmosphere, and it always feels weird to give gifts at a family dinner.

Painter Youhun sat cross-legged in the small attic on the second floor of the flower shop.

Surrounded by large areas of blooming violets.

This stands for eternal beauty and love, for rustic virtues and summer that never fades.

Combining these three points, such a mysterious and quiet flower always symbolizes the eternal existence and beauty, like the high wind hovering above the nine heavens, like a human being walking alone in the world, the wind will not stop flowing , just as human beings never give up exploring.

The painter looked down at the museum cross-legged. There were several canvases next to her. Wearing earphones and drinking a drink, she replied, Well, it's tuning now, 123, 123, and the vodka is in place.

Blocking the name of the old man's painter will definitely capture the best picture.

She raised her neck and poured a mysterious liquid drink into her stomach.

While waiting for something to happen, he took out his phone and swiped silently.

Seeing that there are fans in her fan group asking if she will produce food in the near future?

Unfortunately, the old man has already landed.

The girl painter whispered regretfully.

When those fans were crying and marveling at the impending fall of a generation of grandmasters.

She ticked the corner of her mouth, and then added triumphantly:

But I can jump again.

Hmph, not only that, I can also jump left and right on the bank, and the roc spreads its wings on the bank.

She put away her phone and stretched out her thumb to gesture for the environment. She still felt a little regretful, but almost all of her masterpieces failed to pass. The final gift she chose was just a pottery made by herself. There was no other way. It was a pity. Yes, it's rare to draw a good one.

What a pity.

The old Taoist escaped onto the little paper figurine in the museum, soared into the sky, and with a flick of his sleeves, he cast the spell Returning Wind and Returning Fire, which condensed all the smog and other pollution over the entire old street, making the starry sky tonight Can be more suitable for gift giving.

The water ghost quietly climbed to the second floor. His task was to send back photos from various perspectives to the girl in Qingqiu country. When he saw the painter's ghost, he asked strangely, What are you drinking?

Drink, I call him Quanzhou Happy Water.

The water ghost saw that the painter's drinks were the same color as the happy water.

He took a glass with great interest, looked at the old street with a sigh, then drank it with his neck up, his face froze immediately, he turned his head suddenly and sprayed the black drink out, his eyes widened, and he coughed violently : This, this, what is this?

Along with the practice, the ghost of the painter who gradually solidified to his sixteen or seventeen-year-old appearance said:

Happy water.

The water ghost was stunned, furious, and said decisively: This is not cola water at all!

Painter Youhun said slowly: This makes me happy, why can't it be called happy water?

And, aren't they all the same color?

The corner of the water ghost's mouth twitched: ...you heretic!

What the hell is this?

The artist thought for a while, then snapped his fingers and said, If you mean ratio, let me think about it, 2 ounces of vodka, 1 ounce of white rum, 2 ounces of lemon juice, 1 ounce of gin, 1 ounce of tequila Liquor, 1/2 oz orange liqueur, plus, a Coke.

Coke? How much?

The painter girl looked at her nose and heart, and smiled shyly:

Appropriate amount.

Water Ghost: ...

The water ghost in a deacon uniform gracefully took out a lighter and moved to the painter happy water.

snapped open.

With a crash, a blue flame burned on the surface of the happy water.

Blue veins popped out of the water ghost's forehead: You said this is happy water?!

It's happy water.

This is not happy water at all!

When the two groups of happy water in the museum were confronting each other, Ehuang learned on his mobile phone that his wife, whom he had been silently paying attention to, intended to return to the market. He was very relieved, and then looked outside nervously. At such a young age, Nvjiao inherited Shennong's whip to taste all kinds of herbs, and then she has a different personality from King Yu's walking in the world. She is softer and gentler.

At this moment, Feng Siyu spread her wings behind her back and flew in the air with a basket of flowers.

Her job is to create an atmosphere, an atmosphere, an atmosphere!

Just like the legendary Cupid.

Pretending to draw the bow, Hmph, this arrow pierces through the stars...

Just at this moment, the child of the neighbor of the museum happened to be in the attic. He opened the window and wanted to see the scenery outside the window, but saw a beautiful and ethereal girl flapping her wings behind her back, and she froze for a moment.

Feng Siyu, who looks like a bow and arrow: ...

Only then did he remember that he didn't hide his breath, he was stunned for a moment, and didn't think much about it.

No sense of social death.

With a bright smile, he stretched out his hand: Trick or treat!

To her, it doesn't matter what this verse is.

It is a good festival to have food and touch fish!

The museum neighbor, whose brain was stuck, took out his own fruit candy and handed it over, and then saw the Yuzu girl leaving triumphantly, it took a while to react, turned around, took a deep breath, and almost rolled ran downstairs.

Mother!

He can still be vaguely heard shouting: Come out and see the angels!

Feng Siyu stuck out her tongue, fluttered her wings and flew into the sky, and blessed herself with an invisibility spell to prevent anyone from seeing it. The original plan was that as soon as they gave gifts, they would scatter all these flowers, like It's the same as the scene of the story.

At this time, Jue, who had no idea at all, and Wei Yuan, who vaguely guessed something wrong.

There were only the two of them left in the house.

Even Zhang Hao has been set up by the soldiers of the Qi family army and Yuanjue in the name of practicing swordsmanship and fists. It is conceivable that whether it is the swordsmanship with the Qi family army's soul at that time, or the fist competition with Xuanzang's successor , Taoist priests did not please.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath.

You are finished, do you really think I didn't react...

Wait for me.

And Jue was also thinking about how to give the pottery he made to Wei Yuan.

correct……

The two looked at each other at the same time, their pupils looked at each other almost without any expectation. The strange atmosphere at the beginning suddenly became subtle. On the second floor of Hualou, the shy girl painter slapped the water ghost on the head. Pushing him to the ground, he watched the next development with piercing eyes.

Get out of the way, old man!

Feng Siyu, who was soaring in the air, was about to sprinkle the petals, but found that when he took the candy just now, he had sprinkled all the petals, and the water ghost was directly overturned by the girl painter who had been drunk. The crouching dragon and phoenix chicks disappeared immediately, losing their original purpose and function.

Wei Yuan has seen a heavenly girl who is immature and does not understand human emotions, and a young man who is ignorant.

I have also met her who already understands some truths in the world.

But I have never seen such a girl.

The heart speeded up slightly again and again, the sky was clear and the stars were bright.

Jue, I...

Yuan, I...

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

Perhaps it was the traces left by the years of being together in the last years of the Three Kingdoms. Sometimes the two of them had a tacit understanding, and their voices paused. Looking at the startled girl, Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, those Worry and apprehension dissipated.

It's just a gift, what are you worried about?

He took out the gift he had already prepared, which was the pottery he brought back from Yumin Country.

Let the girl who can only see this scene through camera technology be extremely disappointed.

This is my gift to you.

Wei Yuan spoke softly, and tapped lightly on the pottery with his fingers. His originally black pupils turned into gold in a short time. At this moment, he put down the game console at Wuzhiqi at the bottom of the Huai River, cursing and preparing to do something. , the five fingers of the right hand stretched out.

Almost at the same time.

Both Wei Yuan's voice and Wu Zhiqi's voice rose from the bottom of my heart.

God's Realm: The Illusion of Mountain Miasma.

Divine Realm Mirage.

There is miasma in the mountains, and people who stray into it will lose their way. In the waters, there is a god called mirage, which can control illusions. Using illusions to disguise himself as a dragon, even an identity like a dragon is just an illusion.

But no matter what, at the same time, with the power of the God of the Mountain and the Lord of the Huai River, the God Realm of Illusion was launched.

Wuzhiqi said that illusion is something that he doesn't bother to use, but he understands it somewhat.

Flying in the air, Feng Siyu, who was frowning, suddenly saw a light rising from the old street. This kind of soft light almost instantly permeated the whole street, not only the museum crowd, even those who were left behind by the bustling city. , the residents staying in this slow pace of life have noticed such light.

Open the window, push open the door.

Starlight shines on the world, and the singing and dancing of the Yuren tribe reappears in the world after more than five thousand years.

Those who sing and dance have a short life, but why should they be sad? Even if we have passed away, our culture and words will always be passed on to future generations, and those who come later will have the same dream and sing the same song as us.

Changfeng never dies, civilization continues, and people live forever.

Feng Siyu was stunned, as if it was the reality of the legend. Under the soft starlight, priests of the Yu nation that existed in the past have crossed the starlight and time, and walked out of the dim yellow past engraved on the utensils. , came to reality, walked by her side, and danced under the stars.

This is recorded in this pottery. The grand ceremony of the countries under the command of the southern fire god Zhu Rong, the Yumin Kingdom, the Zhourao Kingdom, the Sanmiao Kingdom, and the Guanxiong Kingdom, all the people from the lands recorded in the Overseas Nanjing have come to participate. This was originally thousands of years ago. Things that happened.

But at this moment, it seems to be the intertwining of the long river of history, the reappearance of the years.

The people of the mountains and rivers used to wear masks with flame patterns on their faces, singing and dancing, walking on this street, the merchants in Xuanyuanqiu peddled jade, and there were decorations from the Yumin Kingdom everywhere, and there were heroic women holding immature children. Children walked by, and there were gentle Middle-earth potters squatting and haggling.

The starlight scattered traces of flow in the wind.

Wei Yuan turned his head and saw the stars reflected in the girl's pupils. He was dazed, and then his expression softened, and he turned his head to watch the reappearance of this scene. He didn't need to care about the rest, Kunlun Tiannv's voice was soft , said in a low voice:

Didn't you say that you would tell me about the past if I gave you some time?

Oh, yes.

Wei Yuan said softly: Today will be treated as a small exception.

Yeah?

Forget it tomorrow.

Well, yes.

The two didn't look at each other, their voices communicated quietly, but it seemed that something quiet and warm was blooming in the bottom of their hearts. Wei Yuan's heart after fighting and penance gradually calmed down, his eyes looked ahead with a soft expression.

I want to give you something...

What can I give you?

Send you wind.

Send you snow.

Send you the never-fading moonlight of that night five thousand years ago.

………………

Feng Siyu, who was flying in the sky, was stunned, and accidentally bumped into the second floor of the flower shop.

The water ghost just drank the painter's happy water, and now the alcohol was surging to the top of his head, when he raised his head, he saw Feng Siyu directly bumping towards him, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he only had time to scream, both People tugged at the painter's canvas like a gourd and fell down.

Accompanied by the painter's screams:

My canvas, my white paint, my happy water, I fight with you!

The big group of painters, Happy Water, also fell down and fell to the ground. I don’t know what happened to it and burned it. Although it couldn’t really cause any damage, the movement was really loud. Jue subconsciously moved a step, and Wei Yuan also reacted subconsciously.

In the sky, Feng Siyu flapped his wings strenuously, holding the water ghost's right leg with both hands.

The water ghost is dangling like this, with one hand on the man's top hat on his forehead, and the hem of his clothes is rattling like a handsome thief who jumped off Big Ben in the Tower of London. At the same time, he is holding the camera in his left hand, clicking With one sound, the most important photo of my life was taken.

The sound of the shutter made Wei Yuan and Jue look over subconsciously.

Photos were kept.

In the photo, the young man in black and red clothes took half a step forward, while the girl in white clothes was subconsciously protected, it was just a proper reaction, the girl was half embraced in her arms, surrounded by blue hair, touching the hair on the young man's temples, the sky was full of stars , surrounded by the past years and modern old streets, boundless and magnificent.

PS: 2 in 1, 5,600 words, 2,800 pieces, but it doesn’t seem to be very good, so I posted it together... How to say, I hope everyone will like this kind of daily life of the museum, but the daily plot Not too many, this is also trying to improve my weakness in plots such as daily transitions...

I really don't know how to write daily, and I feel that many brain cells have died.

Thank you seal winter swimming leader, thank you~