Museum of Demons

Chapter 495 Queen Mother of the West!

Decades ago, the legend of an immortal riding a dragon into the capital spread. Since then, it is said that His Majesty was picked up by the immortal. When the next emperor came to power, he used the name and edict of the previous emperor.

'The survivors are summoned, the deceased are recorded, and those who see the prison will be released and reinstated first'.

Yan Song asked to behead, and all those demons were expelled.

Abolish the bad government of the previous dynasty, make Xu Jie and Zhang Juzheng ministers, and Qi Jiguang and Yu Daqiu generals.

And after the Japanese pirates were expelled, the sea ban was abolished, and private private sales were allowed to go to the East and West.

There is no doubt about employing people, and the rejuvenation of the national fortune is for the New Deal.

Although he had thoughts of indulgence from time to time, he saw with his own eyes the scene where the celestial man came riding a dragon, and every time he felt slack, his heart felt a faint chill, and he immediately cut off those distracting thoughts and scabbard the talisman sword. Stay in your own bedroom, always alert yourself.

But these have nothing to do with the retired old man.

In a village in Yiwu, Zhejiang, an old man sold a pot of wine. He heard the owner of the wine seller say something about the court, saying that the current national fortune is prosperous, and those Japanese pirates were gone a few years ago, which is really good. , but the Japanese pirates are gone, or because of the Qi family army of General Qi back then.

But speaking of this, the boss was also elated. Speaking of which, before the Qi family army, soldiers everywhere felt that Zhejiang people were bloodless and could not fight. The world knows how powerful Yiwu people are.

People in Yiwu all thought that the general who led them south to wipe out the Japanese pirates and defend against the Tartars on his back was the unparalleled famous general in the world, and the other generals who boasted about it couldn't hold up the shoes of General Qi. In a trance, the warm wine was cold before I remembered to go back.

General Qi, he still remembers that heroic man.

It's a pity that he was transferred away later, it seems that he was worried about the heavy support, hey, those big people are always like this, but it is said that the general's life is also good, it seems that it is because of the fairy that it didn't take long, All the princes of Nagungun in the court have restrained a lot.

Later, Qi's army was stationed in the north, and there was a quarrel with the soldiers from the north.

In the end, it was also because of the impact of the fairy ride on the dragon, everyone took a step back, and the old Qi's army returned to their hometown with glory, but it is a pity that this famous army was eventually annihilated in history, but the old man Don't care about this.

They came forward back then, not for the sake of being famous.

It is best to be able to drive away the Japanese pirates and keep the country safe.

Returning home with a bowl of wine, he doesn’t like cold places when he’s old, he likes to sit under the sun, it’s warm, he’s sitting in his yard while drinking, looking at the road ahead, a few peasant boys The people walked away laughing and fighting, talking about the opera they had heard.

The old man squinted his eyes, took a sip of wine, and remembered that when he was the same age, he met that gentleman, and finally saw a knife from him, and walked into Qi's army relying on the skin of this knife.

Heh, all the way to the present, I have seen too many comrades died in battle.

He declined the appointments from the Qi Family Army and General Yu, and he was unwilling to rely on his accumulated military merits to be that officer. How could he use the things his comrades died in battle to become an officer and general? When it comes to old age, I only want to die of old age in my hometown, and I have nothing else to ask for.

After coughing a few times, the old man ignored his poor health and drank slowly. He heard knocking on the door and a gentle voice:

Excuse me, may I ask for a glass of water?

coming……

The old man staggered to his feet, exerted strength on his left leg, and dragged his weak right leg to open the door.

Outside the door was a man with a full head of white hair. The old man had some problems with his eyes. During those years of fighting, he experienced too much poisonous smoke and dust. Water passed.

When the guests drank water, they heard the sound of Wu opera singing from a distance.

The old man hummed in a low voice, and tapped the armrest of the chair with his hands in time.

The guest said: ...Is this Wu opera?

The old man laughed and said: The guests know? Yes, Wuju, I grew up singing this song here when I was young. At that time, our biggest ambition was, hey, save money in the future and find a girl who sings Be a daughter-in-law.

Of course adults don't like this idea, although they probably had this idea when they were young.

Now, it's been so long... I can't even sing the new Wu opera.

The gray-robed and white-haired guest smiled warmly.

The veteran looked into the distance and said with emotion:

It's a pity, I don't know how long I can live with this day.

How many times can I listen to Wu Opera in my hometown? Every time I hear Wu Opera, I feel a little uncomfortable when I think about it.

The guest whispered: There will be many times.

The veteran laughed loudly, as if he had disturbed a fatal wound in his confidant, he coughed violently, his face was pale and blue, and he sighed: The guest's words are nice, but it's a pity, my family knows about our own affairs.

When I was young, I once knew a doctor with very good medical skills.

I know some medical skills more or less, so I know that my life is not long, but it is gone in a blink of an eye, which is very normal, haha, when I was young, I fought too hard, leaving behind a dark wound, and now I just die. There are only two wishes left.

The old man leaned back and murmured:

One wish, but also a regret, is that I haven't killed enough Japanese pirates in this life, and I haven't killed enough ruthless enough!

If there is a chance, I really want to kill those Japanese slaves and set them on fire.

Killing them once is not enough, I want to kill them a second time, a third time!

The second wish is to be able to meet my former husband... I would like to thank you very much. I didn't know how powerful I was when I was young. Now that I think about it, if it wasn't for the knife he showed me at the end, I might have become a man. A dead body, where can I come back?

If we can meet, I have to kowtow a few times to my husband.

It's not for anything else, it's just because of this knife that I personally saved a lot of robes. A few years ago, I saw them get married and have children, and they had grandchildren. It was more enjoyable than killing those Japanese pirates, but ah, what in this life? Might as well see Mr....

The gray-robed and white-haired man was silent for a while, then said softly:

No problem.

No thanks.

The movement of the old man to raise his neck to drink suddenly froze, and he turned his head stiffly. His eyes, which had been unable to see much for a long time, widened, and he saw that the gray robe and white hair, with jade hairpins in the white hair, were exactly the same as before, the old soldier The palm seemed to realize something, and the palm trembled violently:

...First, sir?

Um.

The clear voice in the memory has become gentle and deep, whispering with a smile: Long time no see.

You're getting old too.

The gray-haired veteran seemed to have a surge of strength, staggered to his feet, and grabbed the white-haired man next to him tightly with his palm, as if he couldn't believe it.

That hero who once accompanied the entire Qi family army in the south and north wars, and fought thousands of miles across the world. Once on the most tragic battlefield in Pyongyang, relying on a sword, he personally beheaded the heads of more than a dozen Japanese slave captains. After being stunned, the fierce general who had made the first achievement laughed with tears in the corners of his eyes. tears.

It is rare in the world to see old friends when we are old.

Regardless of the gentleman's obstruction, he staggered and bowed down, with tears in his smile:

Sir...you are back.

I can still see you, sir... I don't have any regrets.

It's just a pity, it's just that I finally saw you, sir...

He murmured at last:

Unfortunately, it would be great if there was an afterlife.

It may be due to drinking, or it may be that the agitation caused the outbreak of hidden wounds. The light in the old man's eyes slowly dimmed. He had killed all his life, but his face was serene and serene, just like a kind old man who teased children in the village.

When I was young, I played with my companions in the countryside.

When he grew up, he conquered the north and south, fought thousands of miles, defended his family and the country, and made achievements as a pioneer.

It's no loss, no loss...

The white-haired man stretched out his hand to support the prostrate old man, with a trace of sadness on his face, then raised his head, looking at the old man who was sitting on the chair and closed his eyes. , reached out and closed the eyes for the old man.

And the battle spirit left the body at the moment of death, and was likely to be turned into a fierce ghost by the fierce backlash. He reached out and took out a broken sword from the old man's arms, and then flicked his sleeves, letting the battle spirit that had left his body fall into the broken sword On top of that, the evil spirit was suppressed with the spirit of war.

Just this process has already consumed too much soul power, and the memory is gradually lost.

And the fusion of the weapon and the fighting spirit, when it stabilized, became the peak of the old man's life. He was a thirty-year-old man with a simple and honest face, and he had fatal injuries on his chest and abdomen. The dark wound that led to his death.

The broken sword fell to the ground, and the fighting spirit fell asleep in it.

The white-haired man had a sad face, and after a long time, he muttered to himself:

Originally, I realized that the death of this body was approaching—it seems that in the early Ming Dynasty, I didn’t know why I fell asleep, but I woke up decades later, beheaded the emperor, and the dragon’s energy was blowing back. Now it’s the final ending. I originally planned to go to Tianmu Mountain. Where did I start? Where did it end, but I never thought about it, seeing the end of my old friend.

He flicked his sleeves and let the broken sword fly into the mountains and rivers.

In the future, if there is a fate.

See you soon.

The white-haired man staggered towards the direction of Tianmu Mountain, but suddenly stopped. Some children were playing and playing on the side of the road, and on the other side of the river, stood a girl in white clothes. It's very quiet.

His eyes fell to the white-haired man.

There seems to be a flash of light in the eyes.

At this moment, the girl in the eyes of the white-haired man actually had a sense of indescribable grace, like the ancestor of the fairy who controls the heaven and earth, like the god surrounded by the goddesses of the Tianshan Yaochi, the eyes of the man who is about to die are slightly closed , recognized this woman.

……Western Queen?

The girl in white pursed her lips and smiled with a graceful and generous demeanor.

meet again.

PS: The second update today...Thank you for the big bone winter melon soup, thank you~

Yuan of the Tang Dynasty is dead.

This one is from the Ming Dynasty.

There are only two updates today, everyone go to bed early, and I will return blood first.

There are already 1.7 million words, and it is estimated that in the future, there will be three updates and two updates at most, with quality as the main focus. There are still 1.3 million words left before the goal of three million words.