Museum of Demons

In the lucid dream divided by Wei Yuan's true spirit.

Kuafu was silent, staring ahead, losing the ability to speak——

who I am?

Where am I?

Am I back to God?

Xing Tian was drinking heavily.

Zhu Jiuyin looked at something silently, and the water monkey who was pulled over there was playing games impatiently.

There is even a heroic woman with sharp eyebrows who conceals the secrets of the sky.

Xing Tian beckoned.

Yo, here we come.

That familiar tone kept Kuafu silent for a long time, as what Wei Yuan said before appeared in front of his eyes. The young man whispered softly—'...my dream may be a little different from that of ordinary people. '

I see.

Kuafu seemed to understand something.

...... Is it realistic?

After he was silent for a long time, he walked to the huge round table and sat cross-legged on the ground with lush green grass and flowers. Opposite him was Zhu Jiuyin with an ancient face and a long-lasting temperament. Zhu Jiuyin casually handed over a cup of tea and said lightly: first?

Um………

Kuafu's thoughts slowly regained the ability to rotate.

Civilian?

Um.

The two clinked a glass silently.

………………

On Longhu Mountain, when Wei Yuan confirmed that the situation was normal, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before letting Kuafu enter the dream, he had already sent a message to the existence that could enter his dream by relying on branding and karma. , At this time, there is finally nothing wrong.

Even water monkeys who are addicted to games and cannot extricate themselves have appeared.

but.

Zhu Rong's ray of true spirit did not come out.

It seems that what happened six hundred years ago had a more serious backlash against Zhu Rong than Wei Wei expected.

Let Zhu Rong's true spirit completely fall into a deep sleep.

After successfully containing the Kuafu giant spirit for the time being, the old master of Longhushan stared at Wei Yuan with eyes that were about to be heroic, patted him on the shoulder, and said with emotion: Wei Yuan, I have always been an old man. They all misunderstood you.

You, you are a good person.

It's better to stay in Longhu Mountain for a while. If there is any situation, we can help.

Wei Yuan: ...

And after the incident here was over, the black-robed man who caused the change in Taohuayuan was also taken down by the disciples of Longhu Mountain. Wei Yuan raised his head, looked at the clouds in the sky, and Hetuluo flashed in his mind. The picture prophesied in the book.

Although cut off with a sword.

However, didn't that scene really leave a trace in his heart?

There are only a few short days left before the third step of Kunlun's assessment, how should I choose then? Do you not care about it anyway, just take what you need, take what you need, take the power of Kunlun calmly and frankly, or refuse to walk on the path of God?

But the former seems to be following that prophecy.

The latter, deliberately turning his back on the prophecy to make choices, is precisely equivalent to believing the prophecy in his heart.

Be careful with Hetu Luoshu.

Wei Yuan let out a foul breath slowly, feeling the weight of these six words again.

As long as you come into contact with Hetu Luoshu's prophecy.

So even if you have chopped Hetu Luoshu into pieces, in fact, the prophecy still exists, exists in the thinking, exists in the inertia of logic, and will be affected by it if you have a little hesitation, which is why The methods of fortune-telling and the like are enduring.

Wei Yuan smashed all these distracting thoughts in his heart.

Cursed secretly.

I should have known...

The stele should be chopped down a little more.

No, it shouldn't have been cut.

It directly poured cement and sank in the East China Sea. Let's see which one is more poisonous between Hetu Luoshu and Gonggong.

If you have the ability to figure out the future of Gonggong, you can figure it out.

What do you mean.

The old Taoist looked at Wei Yuan's silent appearance and said, What are you thinking?

Wei Yuan looked up at Zhang Ruosu, and subconsciously replied:

Zhang Daoyou, tell me, the head of Hetu Luoshu and Gonggong.

Which one is harder?

Zhang Ruosu: ...

……………………

finally.

Wei Yuan was kicked off Longhu Mountain.

Jue left the Daughter Kingdom team, or in other words, took advantage of Wei Yuan's inattention, and quietly left Longhu Mountain, then took Qin Yuan, made a big circle, and returned to the flower shop in the old street. Inside the flower shop was the same as before, just like when she left.

Jue put away the armor, then pretended to be normal, arranged the flowers and branches, and read the scroll.

When Wei Yuan came back, he saw a soft white light lit up inside the flower shop.

Just like that dream, it illuminated the old street without street lights, and was slightly taken aback.

Jue, are you back?

The girl stretched out her fingers to straighten the black hair on her temples, and replied with a smile, Yes, yes.

It did go through some things.

But it's okay, I'm back.

She looked at the joy on Wei Yuan's face.

Silently hid the hidden daughter country armor more tightly.

Because of Jue's return, Wei Yuan simply proposed to have a long-lost dinner in the museum. Except for the water ghost who was lost in the mountains and seas for some reason, and he didn't know where he was, but he could predict his safety at the moment, the museum has everything.

When tidying up the dishes.

Jue naturally stood inside, and Wei Yuan stood a little outside familiarly, chatting about his previous experiences while washing the vegetables. After Jue washed the vegetables and put them on a plate, Wei Yuan took them and proceeded smoothly. Next step.

So, you met someone's conspiracy, and then entered the mountain and sea realm...

It's hard to come back.

Wei Yuan thought about it, and said:

Then that person may be Chaos.

While speaking, without looking back, he raised his hand casually, just right to take what was in the girl's hand.

Pass the seasoning bottle back.

The girl took it and put it where she always put it.

Huh? Chaos?

Yes, I can be right...

The two completed all this tacitly.

Qin Yuan watched silently.

Feng Siyu hugged melon seeds behind.

Qin Yuan: Is there any room for us to go up?

Maybe not.

Feng Siyu pondered and said:

So, would you like some popcorn?

Ah, yes, and...

When Wei Yuan turned his head to pick up something, his fingers touched the girl's, and the two of them were stunned. When they subconsciously looked at each other, there was fireworks in the world, firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the slightly yellow light in the museum. It's big but at least sitting on a comfortable sofa, Qin Yuan and Feng Siyu sit cross-legged and play games.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who came back rarely, and Lin Linger, who came as a guest, sat on the stools and watched obediently.

The big monk is mopping the floor.

The painter ghost locked himself in the attic, as if he had reached a deadline, and was frantically rushing through the manuscript.

The souls of the soldiers of the Qi family quietly built trees, next to the spirits born in the red embroidered shoes.

Noisy, noisy, soft shouting, the sound of grabbing the game controller, the movement when mopping the floor, and the sound of slippers stepping on the ground, mixed into the dim yellow light, mixed into the steaming water In the air, time seemed to soften.

Wei Yuan suddenly recalled where the inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

It's that illusion.

Jue also noticed a faint strange feeling.

Is it that illusion?

All of this is really similar to the illusion. That night, after returning from overtime work, the two of them were talking about some things in life while preparing dinner. At that time, the feeling was the same as before, an indescribable tacit understanding.

Wei Yuan withdrew his palm, let out a breath, and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

Is it preconceived?

He was a little annoyed by his chaotic thoughts——

Preconceived, as if you already feel that something has a certain characteristic, then when you look at that thing in the future, you will naturally have that kind of scrutiny, just like the three major illusions in life.

If you feel that the other party likes you, then you can find out all kinds of arguments to support the argument.

Humans are creatures who are good at making excuses for themselves.

You feel like you're in a game to win.

Then you can see that you have the coquettishness that you can counter-kill in the next second even in the position.

But this is just an illusion.

You tend to get carried away by waves.

It was because of that illusion experience that I unconsciously took reality into it...

Wei Yuan suppressed his distracting thoughts, just pretending that nothing happened. After a while, he went back to the house to get things, and the goddess next to him also had a similar illusion, and also felt that he was thinking too much.

That was an illusion.

Probably because it's something from Age of Gods after all, and it works so well.

The girl withdrew her fingers and prepared the materials by herself, but when she thought of the morning in the illusion, a smile appeared on her face, wearing an apron, unconsciously humming the song of Qiniang in the illusion, her cuffs rolled up, revealing two white arms, The ponytail flicked behind her back.

After spending a while, Wei Yuan also found what he wanted, and he was slightly relieved.

At this time, I heard a familiar humming sound from outside the door.

Wei Yuan froze, his pupils widened slightly.

He had heard this song before in the dreamland of Peach Blossom Spring. In the morning of the dreamland, the girl turned on the TV, and there was a live broadcast of Qiniang singing the song on the TV. At that time, the goddess was humming this song and chuckling. road:

'Qiniang's song is even better. '

'Next time I really want her to teach me again. '

Could it be that……

Is the illusion not fake?

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted slightly, he stretched out his hand to press the door, and slowly pushed it open.

When he came out, the girl in the kitchen was no longer there. Wei Yuan was stunned, and saw on the façade of the living room, Bing Hun sitting quietly, flicking his sword and making music, and the spiritual arms born from the red embroidered shoes next to him spread out and hummed Song--

That song was originally the last tune Wei Yuan heard when he bid farewell to Wan Qiniang.

Wei Yuan let out a sigh of regret or joy.

Looking for the goddess, he saw the girl standing at the door and opened the door of the museum. Outside stood a young monk with a handsome face in black monk clothes. Dao Yan came to the museum again, and what he was carrying in his hand was the One of the reasons why he had to fall into the Peach Blossom Spring.

It has a trace of Mr. Youyuan's true spirit, an ancient relic from the past.

An ancient book.

PS: Today's second update... 3,000 words.

For the third update...it depends on fate...

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