Museum of Demons

in the museum.

A certain museum owner opened his eyes. The feeling of daggers being tense just now made his scalp sweat. Looking at the white-clothed master who also opened his eyes thoughtfully, the museum owner felt a little guilty. Ah Liang saw He glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

Wei Yuan wanted to interject in embarrassment: Ah, haha, I didn't expect that I was qualified to play chess in such a big game at that time? It turns out that my IQ was so high in the Ming Dynasty. Is your IQ overdrawn now?

Wei Yuan felt that he must have been infected by Xuanyuan and Xingtian.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to say such words of digging a hole by oneself?

The young mastermind glanced at him and said, A person can do anything when he is in a hurry.

Except for easy sum numbers.

A Liang complained mercilessly:

However, what are you proud of, A Yuan? Isn't your strategy just to flip the chessboard?

What flipping the chessboard, isn't that the last move?!

Wei Yuan said in a trembling voice: When I was in Ming Dynasty, I also cut the dragon's veins, helped King Ming, and saved the lives of Prince Zhu Biao and Queen Ma, and then even indirectly helped Liu Bowen find Hetu Luoshu. People conspired...

The boy said: Then, what drove you to do these things.

Wei Yuan said: Of course it is...

The voice stopped abruptly.

What drives him to do these things is that after reincarnation, although his memory is chaotic, he still remembers the catastrophe, and he remembers part of the volume Tui Bei Tu, and because of the memory of Tui Bei Tu, it is said that , in order to accurately change the historical nodes.

It's a picture of pushing back...

Wei Yuan murmured.

The master in white said:

A top strategist will not change the nature of others, but will follow the nature of others and achieve his own goals like water flow. In this way, the people who are being used will not feel that they are being used, and will only regard everything as their own. decision, and the purpose of the mastermind has been achieved.”

Being quiet is the strategy of the superior.

Actually, you did all these things under Zhu Jiuyin's prediction and even guidance. Don't be so proud as a pawn, okay? You make me feel that my memory has deviated. Could it be that it is in the bright memory? Beautify you?

Do you want to take notes and compare them?

The boy complained mercilessly, his tongue has always been quite poisonous.

Back then, Sima Yi was full of confidence. As the top military strategist in the world, he made his debut boldly. He first said:

Liangzhi is big but not opportunistic, resourceful but less decisive, good soldiers but powerless!

Even though one hundred thousand people were raised, it has already fallen into my painting, and it must be broken.

After being hammered by Ah Liang's backhand.

Direct double-standard sighed: The real genius of NM is also the world.

Delete my foul language from the record.

Yes, General!

After seeing through Sima Yi's strategy, A Liang replied directly:

Qing is an old man in his sixties, why bother to lie like this.

Translated into modern words——

You old man can't go back to hold his grandson, what are you doing here, isn't it shameful?

Then he said to the recording officer next to him: There is no need to delete this sentence, yes, keep it.

Just write it in the history books.

In the end, this sentence is included in the Tongdian.

Modern people are often confused by the filter of history, what is gentle and elegant, with a mellow smile.

No wonder mild-mannered people would talk like that.

Although Ah Liang is rich in eloquence, his venomous tongue is quite ruthless. He slapped you with a backhanded slap for a sixty-year-old man. When you came out of the mountain in Dongwu when you were young, you had an empty stomach. Cannon skills point directly to the full grid.

The so-called perfect hexagonal warrior is someone you can't even spam at each other.

Not only can he spray you into autism.

It can also spray you very artistically.

The kind that is left in the history books, I am afraid of leaving a name in the history.

The range of attacks ranges from age to talent, and finally direct personal attacks.

The most important thing is that you are stunned by him, and you can't refute it.

I can only be angry with myself.

Putting Sima Yi and Zhuge Wuhou's painting styles together, it is probably the proud and self-confessed, the unparalleled counselor Zhonghu, after meeting Wolong, all kinds of unilateral sympathy and sympathy, Wolong feedback is that you old guy is annoying, sixty How long, why bother so deceitful!

It's almost the same as Cao Cheng's relationship with Yun Chang.

In the beginning, Cao Mengde had to take Liu Xuande with him when he left the capital to serve as an official.

Even after he was promoted, he backhandedly gave his original position to Liu Xuande.

The idealists in Ji Han's group are perfect to explode the inner romance of heroes and heroes of all times, especially Cao Mengde, this guy is almost envious of Ji Han's camp, from Xu Shu, Guan Yunchang, Liu Xuande, to Zhao Zilong, this guy want both.

As for Sun Zhongmou, well, you should be like Sun Zhongmou when you have children.

Wei Yuan can prove that it is not because of Cao Mengde's seniority that he should be like Sun Zhongmou in having a son.

Because Cao Mengde's evaluation of Sun Quan's elder brother Sun Ce is completely opposite.

'Yi'er, it's hard to compete! '

One reaction is, it’s really promising, and the other reaction is, this kid is a lunatic, you can’t fight him head-on, if you put them together, you can see something, if your opponent faces you, you can still praise you with emotion , The praise from the enemy itself even carries a sense of calm contempt.

Only the panic and anger of the enemy is the best praise for the heroes.

Sun Bofu went back with a big laugh, drunk.

Of course, A Liang's poisonous tongue has never been violent.

After Wei Yuan recalled it again, he discovered a problem with a slightly gloomy complexion, and murmured:

When I woke up for the second time, in Li Chunfeng's tomb, I found the original text of Tui Bei Tu and the crouching tiger order...

A Liang curled his lips and said: The reason why you will be stabbed to the ground by that guy is not because you cut the dragon's veins. It's because you frequently changed the nodes of the times, and more importantly, you are so reckless that you do such a thing. If you don’t know how to hide it, it’s like a door-to-door robbery.”

It's too bold, you never thought about what the change of history itself means...

Wei Yuan: ...

Well, my brain was not very good at that time.

A Liang sighed: But those who know the original text of Tui Bei Tu are Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng. Yuan Tiangang is Zhu Jiuyin, and Li Chunfeng is an enlightened beast. Not to mention Zhu Jiuyin, the enlightened beast has noticed After your actions, they will definitely take action to pull you out directly.

For example, send someone to stab you in the back.

The young man stretched out his hand and slashed.

As for Zhu Jiuyin, if he regards you as a chess piece at the beginning.

A Yuan, you are just a tool he used to complete the turning point of the era. Because of your existence, he can stay out of the matter and don't have to change those things himself-because your character will definitely do these things. You are on the side of Daming to perfect the era. Nodes, on the one hand, will attract enlightened beasts.

And Zhu Jiuyin watched all this happen.

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

You mean, Zhu Jiuyin took me fishing.

I also paid him a white job by the way?

Round it up, I sold it to him, and I still count the money for him seriously?

The young mastermind shrugged and said:

You always make those tall things so, so... mudslides?

He used a modern term and said:

Obviously it's two gods who have fought against each other after a long period of time. You've sold them for a few bucks.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth: But isn't that the case for me?

Yes, yes, but why don't you think about it, why did you get the original book of pushing the back and the crouching tiger order in Li Chunfeng's tomb? The master in white reminded him: Li Chunfeng will not give these things to you, but On the other hand, only the enlightened beast will not open Li Chunfeng's tomb.

Or Li Chunfeng is an enlightened beast, and there is his breath in the tomb.

Stuff is safest there.

So think about it, who put these two things in the past?

Wei Yuan pondered: The only ones who know the picture of Tuibei are Kaiming Beast and Zhu Jiuyin.

So, the only possibility is that Zhu Jiuyin put it down.

Then, it was Zhu Jiuyin who saved me in the early Ming Dynasty and allowed me to wake up during the Jiajing period...

When he said this sentence, or the derivation realized this.

There was a sudden sharp pain between the eyebrows, a banned memory emerged, in a trance, a pouring rain fell, like a cloud of smoke, and there was no A Liang, the cognition of self in the memory disappeared, a chaotic memory collided, Not knowing who he is is the memory of the early years of the Ming Dynasty.

It was just a sharp pain in the chest and abdomen. When he lowered his head, he saw a dagger piercing his abdomen.

Blood quickly stained the green shirt.

His own face was reflected on the bluestone slab. He had a youthful face, black-haired wooden hairpin, and an elegant body. The rain had washed away his face, and the accumulated water on the ground quickly turned into blood. The man of Mr. Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a poison of time on this sword.

With this mere mortal Confucian scholar, I am sure...

When he thought this way, his expression froze.

The sword cannot be drawn out.

His pupils shrank, and he raised his head suddenly, and saw that the young man in green shirt actually held the sword blade that pierced his abdomen with the five fingers of his right hand, and in the pair of black pupils that had lost his memory, the violence hidden in his nature surged majesticly.

The handsome assassin's pupils contracted:

No... This is not the scholar at all...

Draw your sword, fail.

Abandon the sword!

The assassin suddenly let go, and the young man in green shirt turned around abruptly.

The robes are rolled up.

The rain curtain froze for a moment.

In the pupils of the assassin, he saw the umbrella in the hand of the drenched young man suddenly burst open, the paper umbrella embroidered with Jiangnan shattered, and a green bamboo umbrella was held in his hand, stabbing forward, as if gathering water vapor from ten directions, that was Umbrella bone, but it is also a sword.

This body, this heart, even if it is forgotten, even if it is insane.

It is true that it is a hundred thousand miles east and west, and it is true that it is true to go to Kunlun and enter the world.

This thing held in the hand is a sword.

The ten directions of heaven and earth are swords.

Lost memory, actually touched the realm of mythology?

No self, no sword, is that okay? !

The assassin was extremely astonished, and when he realized this, he had already been pierced by the majestic sword power, and his own mythical power was almost broken in the first instant, and the rain from the sky was pulled, turning into a The majestic water dragon turned into a long sword and rushed forward, momentarily majestic and majestic. The assassinated god tried his best, but he could only retreat step by step.

block!

block!

block! Stop...can't stop!

After being swept away and thrown out, after a moment of bewilderment, he discovered that he was still alive.

It seems that this young man who has lost his memory can't really activate the swordsmanship that belongs to the Juggernaut.

Or maybe it was the serious injury, maybe it was the horror of the poison of time.

Anyway, halfway through the momentum of the sword, it shattered.

And the assassin spat out blood mixed with gold, he was horrified in his heart, when he looked up, the young man in green shirt just now was gone on the road, and he wanted to chase after him, but looking at the blood on the ground, for a while, he lost his shot again The courage, just let the traces be washed away by the rain.

One sword, grab the breath!

……………………

Stumbling footsteps, messy hair, loss of memory, and the poison of time, Mr. Qingshan's eyes gradually dimmed, his vision blurred, and finally he staggered down and fell directly on the ground. The rain became heavier and heavier. He seemed to feel a familiar feeling. Breathing, he raised his head with difficulty, and beside the tea stall in front, the man in the gray robe had a flat expression.

There are thousands of years in those hazy eyes, but there is absolutely no emotion.

You did a lot better than I expected.

With his palm outstretched, holding a bamboo umbrella, the man in gray robe stood up, walking calmly, walking through the rain, and walking past the seriously injured young man who fell to the ground.

There was the indifference of a wise man in his tone.

As a pawn, you have completed your mission.

Next, I will follow your traces and kill those who deserve to be punished. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. And you need to watch with enlightened doubts and die here.

The young man with ancient eyes looks indifferent, as a god overlooking the ages and ages.

He walked past the young man under an umbrella without lowering his head once.

The eyes of the young man in green shirt gradually darkened, and he murmured, You are... Yuan Tiangang?

Very good.

It's not good, I won't save you.

The voice in the gray robe man's heart was flat and indifferent.

The rain was pouring down, and the bluestone slab was quiet. Pedestrians on both sides were rushing to hide from the rain, but they didn't seem to notice the two people on this side. The candle illuminated the ancient gods in elegant gray robes, with jade hairpins, and an indifferent expression. , the gentleman with a filthy green shirt and a disheveled bun fell to the ground, unable to see for a long time.

His eyes gradually lost their light, and the last two words he uttered before Qi Jue:

Quick... run away.

run away.

The gray-robed man's indifferent expression was slightly startled, and his footsteps paused slightly.

The rain is getting heavier.

PS: Today's second update... integrate the dark threads of the past with Ah Liang.

Explain how Wei Yuan survived being backstabbed in the Ming Dynasty, and how Zhu Jiuyin's human nature gradually increased. In addition, if you go back to the first time when Zhu Jiuyin met Wei Yuan, his two reactions at the beginning , will open another paragraph after Yu's courtiers, saying that cook, instead of juxtaposing Yu's courtiers, friends, and cooks.

There are things in Li Chunfeng's tomb, in Chapter 490.