Museum of Demons

Longhushan Tianshi Mansion.

Zhang Ruosu's eyes were fixed on the screen, and the swordsman in the screen shook his sword instantly, and then shuttled across the battlefield like lightning, beheading enemies one by one, and getting higher and higher evaluations. To tilt up.

Look, look!

Who said the old man can't play games?

Who said my 'dragon and tiger invincible loneliness' is a lie?

Who else? !

Who else! ! !

Meow!

A dissatisfied cat meowed, and the black cat in front of the computer screen slapped the table. The old Taoist coughed and quickly put the cat food over. Kill and kill in the game world.

The old Taoist looked at the record of his account and felt very happy.

Old Taoist priest, although I am not that good at playing...

But I have a cat!

No, it's definitely not that he doesn't know how to play games, but that the low-end machine can't show the true strength of the seasoned.

When Lei gets his record points up, he can go to the high-end machine again.

Beautiful, beautiful.

The old heavenly master known as the high-end machine mudslide looked at the characters on the screen killing all directions, and thought that he could do the same in the future. The phone rang suddenly, and it was a special ringtone.

The old man's laughter stopped abruptly.

This ringtone is the classic soundtrack of a movie called Death Comes in the West.

The Grim Reaper is Coming. The news from the owner of the guard.

To see, or not to see.

This is a problem.

After struggling for a while, the old Taoist still turned on the phone. Frankly speaking, generally speaking, if there is nothing wrong with Wei Yuan's news, it is nothing.

will be even more unlucky.

Are you there, Zhang Daoyou|'-').

I have something very nice to tell you.

Zhang Ruosu pondered, and answered quickly without changing his face.

In the museum, Wei Yuan's phone vibrated and he looked down.

Ah, it's the head of the guard. Senior brother isn't here. I'm Ah Xuan.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and replied:

Oh, so it's little Ah Xuan.

Why don't you call me Big Brother Wei anymore, so you're so out of touch?

Brother Wei, what's the matter?

It's nothing, but the last time we went to Sakura Island, didn't we snatch a pot of good wine from the gods? I asked you to bury it in the spirit land of Longhu Mountain to raise wine, how is it now? But remember, don't let Zhang Daoyou know.

Divine wine?

Zhang Ruosu's drooping eyelids lifted up and lit up.

The little junior brother actually secretly hid the wine? !

The left hand is behind the back, carrying cat food, and the right hand is holding the mobile phone.

Typing with crackling fingers: Ah, brother Wei, I forgot, what is that wine?

Wei Yuan smiled and said, It's an old Taoist who doesn't know how to pretend to be tender wine.

The corners of Zhang Ruosu's mouth twitched: ...

He sighed helplessly, and said, So, Fellow Daoist Wei, you made a special trip to find me, and you didn't come to find the old Taoist to have fun, did you?

Wei Yuan: Haha, we are dear relatives and friends, brothers and comrades in arms.

Of course it's a great thing!

The old Taoist glanced at it, and made a divination with black cat sticks and jerky.

The upper hexagram is kan, and kan is water; the lower hexagram is gen, and gen is mountain.

The mountains and rocks are jagged, the water flow is tortuous, there is no way to go to the sky, and there is no way to go to the earth.

One of the four evil hexagrams, when a gentleman observes this hexagram, he should ask himself to cultivate virtue.

The corners of Zhang Ruosu's eyes twitched.

Great thing?

However, I am an old man, my virtues are complete and unashamed, so what do I ask for?

No matter what, this hexagram must be kept on the right path and not act rashly.

No matter what this guy says later, he has to refuse.

Wei Yuan sent a message: It was a coincidence that I went to the Great Wilderness this time, and met the divine beast Bai Ze, and got from him the divine wine brewed with the essence of all things, herbs, flowers and trees. I want to go to Longhu Mountain to share with fellow Taoists. Drink, if you are not free...

Okay, free!

Zhang Ruosu's finger made a problem before his brain could react.

long silence,

Suddenly, this scene seemed familiar.

……………………

Done.

Wei Yuan took back his phone, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There is also a message from Zhang Ruosu in the phone:

‘Master Wei, I have good ingredients here, do you want to……’

'OK. '

Karma, bad cycle, fellow Daoist Zhang.

The owner of a certain museum sneered several times.

Zhu Jiuyin was thoughtful: You seem to have any other opportunities?

Wei Yuan put the phone in his pocket, glanced at Jue, thought for a while, looked at Zhu Jiuyin, opened and closed his lips silently: Gengchen.

A trace of surprise flashed in the gray-robed man's eyes.

Nodding his head, thoughtfully, said:

If it is him, it is a rare opportunity.

After all, to a certain extent, he is no less important than Kunlun to Nuba, and he has a heavier impact on the true spirit, and it is easier to revive Nuba's true spirit.

Although the reason for her awakening is killing intent or something, that's another story.

But at least... the female demon's authority remains in the fire of the Great Desolation Landline, and it is harmless for the time being.

Zhu Jiuyin immediately looked at Wei Yuan, then at Nuba and Jue, and said, It's not too late.

Let's go now.

Well, by the way, what were you doing when I came?

The gray-robed man's eyes fell, and Wei Yuan's heart was blocked, but he noticed that under Zhu Jiuyin's gaze, Jue seemed to be suppressed to a certain extent. The first level of Zhu Jiuyin's natural coercion.

Zhu Jiuyin said casually: Of course, if it's inappropriate to say something, it's okay.

The girl was about to speak, and said in a calm and authentic tone: Your Majesty...

Wei Yuan took a step towards her, blocking Zhu Jiuyin's subconscious power.

The palm subconsciously held the girl's palm.

With a heartbeat, the head iron characteristic was activated, his eyes looked at the dragon of the nine secluded candles, and he said in a flat tone:

No problem...

It's just a matter of private relationship between children.

Zhu Jiuyin, are you also interested in our relationship?

The girl's body froze behind her, and her calm thoughts froze again.

The Changfeng of Kunlun felt the intense heartbeat that shouldn't have been felt at this moment.

! ! !

The regrettable monk Yuanjue's eyes lit up, and a big bald head popped out of the grass next to the entrance of the museum, and then popped a few times, and several heads popped out, looking at the picture in the museum with piercing eyes.

Say it? !

No, this is a direct indication, right? !

oh?

The gray-robed man looked at him with interest, and said, I'm not spying on your private affairs.

However, is she the one you want to belong to?

Wei Yuan: ...

yes.

The swordsman's voice was as sharp as a sword.

Life after life, never leave.

Turning his head stiffly, he looked at the girl who was as windy as Kunlun, took out the bronze wrench that he had snatched from Chaos before, pulled up the girl's palm, and put the wrench in her palm, saying in a calm and normal tone: This Things seemed to have been taken away by Chaos before, and I got them back.

From now on, you don't need to call it the Mianxia Zunshen, just Zhu Jiuyin.

Zhu Jiuyin, I'm going to Longhu Mountain.

Wei Yuan looked deeply at the smiling girl like a Tang sword master, turned around and strode away.

Zhu Jiuyin was thoughtful: So that's the case.

Wei Yuan seemed like a swordsman who made a sword he was destined to strike.

There is no more hesitation in my heart, and I am grand and upright, with extraordinary momentum.

If he walks without a straight turn.

It's even better.

Wei Yuan moved forward stiffly, with his left hand and left foot together, and his right hand and right foot together.

There is a hearty feeling after speaking, and it seems that the limbs do not belong to me anymore. Every cell has its own thoughts. When I open the door, the cold winter air rushes towards my face. On the contrary, I feel refreshed, as if the next second The whole person will be burned.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a bald head emerge from the haystack at the door.

There are four more heads behind the bald head.

Oh, that's not a haystack, that's a fort made of Chinese cabbage.

One front, four back, five honey smiling faces.

Wei Yuan: ...

Gritting his teeth: You guys, what are you doing here?!

Zhu Jiuyin withdrew his gaze, looked at the girl in front of him, and said, The long wind of Kunlun...

The girl blinked her eyes and came back to her senses.

Your Majesty...

The man in the gray robe said concisely: Just call the candle and nine shades.

He stared deeply at the girl in front of him, seeing that one person with a sword alone was one of the factors for Kunlun's future, and perhaps, one of the most important reasons. He finally took out something and handed it over with a rare gentle tone. :

Meeting for the first time.

It's a gift.

The girl was stunned, and subconsciously took it.

It was a pendant with extremely mysterious patterns on it, as if it contained a powerful force that covered everything, interfered with the years, the sun and the moon, and confused the secrets of the sky. It almost instantly shrouded layers of mist on the girl's body. Jue judged it almost immediately. How precious it is, subconsciously said: I can't...

Don't worry, I will get it back from that cook.

Zhu Jiuyin smiled and nodded.

He got up with a flick of his sleeves, and left with the nun.

Candle nine shades, candles illuminate the sun and the moon, Yuan Tiangang, calculate the past and the future.

It will appear at the most opportune time.

Seeing Zhu Jiuyin who was going out, Wei Yuan let out a foul breath and said, Let's go to Longhu Mountain.

Zhu Jiuyin said slowly: Are you sure, where is it?

Wei Yuan said, I'm not sure, but...

The most likely place is right there...

Wei Yuan stared viciously at the guys listening to the corner of the wall, the great monk Yuanjue stared back at him with a smile on his face, Wei Yuan had no choice but to leave temporarily with Zhu Jiuyin, after they left, the painter ghost Suddenly exclaimed, holding his head in pain and saying: Oops!

I couldn't shoot it, this, this, this...

Woooooo... The boss promised so many paints.

The great monk stroked his palms and sighed, That's great, the poor monk's great wish has been fulfilled.

Binghun said politely: Congratulations, Master.

Yuanjue said: Yes, as long as they see their child being born, there will be no regrets.

Soldiers soul: ??!

There was light in the eyes of the great monk: I think their children must have extraordinary talents and profound Buddha-nature.

The poor monk must pass on the Buddhist supernatural powers...

The painter ghost was shocked: What are you thinking, great monk, tell me about him, a veteran!

Bing Hun pondered: My sword skills are actually pretty good.

The painter was dumbfounded.

The painter ghost pondered: My painting...

Yuanjue was furious: No!

The soldier soul shouted: Absolutely not!

The painter ghost muttered, I can draw children's pictures too.

Binghun said angrily: Is that a baby stroller?! Yours is obviously a heavy truck with an oil tank!

The oil tank is too heavy... Wait, soldier, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, how do you know my paintings? The painter ghost argued a few words, found a blind spot, and looked at the soldier soul strangely. The soldier soul of the Qi family turned red, His eyes glanced to one side.

At this moment, the door of the museum was opened.

The few people listening to the corner of the wall outside were startled, looked up, and saw that the goddess was as usual, with a calm and serene face, with a smile, and then looked at the extremely weird people.

Yuanjue's Dharma appearance was solemn, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

The soldier soul lowered his head and sharpened his knife.

But the goddess just nodded elegantly as usual, then ignored these guys, and walked back to the flower shop.

The painter ghost murmured: No, something is wrong...

Could it be rejected?!

The great monk said: Impossible, absolutely impossible!

No, I'm still a little uneasy...

I gonna go see.

The painter sneaked over to take a look, and looked at it for a while.

A smile appeared on his face, and he turned around and said ok.

Binghun said: How is it?!

The painter ghost muttered, I'm writing a poem.

What do you write?

Divination?

The white lady who had just joined the team was surprised, then she smiled and drove away these people. The big soldier and the book artist were all confused, and Yuanjue didn't understand. The white lady smiled and whispered softly:

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.

I miss you every day and don't see you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River together.

When will the water stop?

When will this hatred end?

May your heart be like mine,

I will definitely live up to my lovesickness.

In the flower shop, the girl wrote the pen, but the last two sentences were different.

May your heart be like mine.

Mr. Wei Yuan's heart is like mine...

She subconsciously shredded the paper roll, hugged the pillow and lay down on the bed, gurgling and rolling back and forth, then buried her face in the quilt, her ears were red and red, and she held the bronze wrench tightly in her hand. .

When you live up to your love.

……………………

Wei Yuan came to Longhu Mountain, with the other half of a bronze wrench tied around his waist.

Zhang Daoyou...

I brought you warmth.

PS: The first update today...

Three thousand eight hundred words.