Museum of Demons

The ferocious battlefield evil spirit is real, and it hits the face.

The old Taoist released Wei Yuan's right hand almost like an electric shock.

The vision in front of his eyes was slightly darkened, which was the result of being hit by the evil spirit of the soldiers. It took him a while to recover and looked at Wei Yuan in surprise. The latter seemed to be a little tired, leaning on the sofa , on his lap was the five-hundred-year-old black cat, yawning lazily.

The smooth rattan chair, the steaming tea, the young and lazy shopkeeper.

Sunlight, a bouquet of flowers on the table, a black cat.

It looks like a good match for this old yellowed museum.

but……

The old man looked at the curator in front of him with a strange look in his eyes.

Wei Yuan vaguely guessed something from the old Taoist's reaction.

I'm afraid it was impacted by the residual evil spirit.

He lightly pressed the top of the black cat's head with his right hand, looked at the old Taoist, and smiled naturally:

In the past few days, I have stayed up late and played some games, all of which are themed on ancient battlefields. I have played a lot, and I am inevitably addicted to it. Now I have a headache. I even play games in my dreams. I feel that What kind of general are you?

It's probably like what the old man said just now, thinking about it every day and dreaming at night.

Zhang Yu nodded seriously and said, I understand, I understand, everyone has passed the second term.

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng couldn't help but hold their little uncle's shoulders, telling him to stop talking.

The old Taoist looked at the young museum owner, nodded slowly, and said, That's true, the old Taoist knows. What he was thinking about was another sentence he said before. There are indeed many dreams at night. Returning to the day, I think about it, but there is still a part of it, which is the past experience, buried deep in my heart, and refuses to rest.

The group quickly got up and said goodbye.

But he didn't go to the flower shop opposite, and found the senior to visit and apologize.

Zhang Hao was driving, looking at the road ahead, and asked casually, Uncle Master, is it okay if we don't go to visit and make a confession?

The old Taoist smiled and said: It's okay, that elder shouldn't care about it.

But your little uncle is afraid that you will never be able to step into this street from now on.

Zhang Yu smiled awkwardly.

Shen Jifeng couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, then remembered something, and said curiously:

By the way, master uncle, did you really see the dream of the guard's master just now? What did he dream about?

The old Taoist's voice paused, thinking of the flashing battlefield and the owner of the museum sitting on the sofa with his arms in his arms, he just said kindly:

It's just a simple, ordinary dream.

Shen Jifeng let out a sigh of regret.

The old man didn't say anything more, but the gun that was swung down in his mind could never be forgotten. When the black car turned a corner, two young and beautiful girls walked by the side of the road, one of whom was wearing a bright red dress , the old Taoist suddenly remembered a guest who visited Tianshi Mansion when he was a child.

At that time, he was only five years old, and the current master and uncle had to grant the five thunders.

At that time, the great uncle who was a celestial master came out of the retreat and received a visitor in person. It was a young looking woman, wearing a red dress that looked like a poppy in full bloom. He and the little uncle were curious, Let's sneak a look together, and saw that the guest was carrying a box, and after opening it, there was a quaint gun head inside.

The cold air hit his face, which made him fall ill later.

The Taoist recalled now that the gun at that time was exactly the same as the one he saw in his dream just now, but it was far more vivid and domineering than when it was in the box, as if one was rebellious and bright, and the other was already Alone and sleeping for thousands of years.

After thinking about it, the old man couldn't hold back his curiosity and sent a text message to his uncle.

Are you there?

A reply will arrive soon.

The head of a cat holding a keyboard and licking its paws.

The old Taoist couldn't laugh or cry, his uncle was over a hundred years old, and he was still like this, and his mentality was younger than himself. After thinking about it, he first asked the Celestial Master if he still remembered the guest when he was a child, and after getting an affirmative answer, he asked Don't know about the gun head.

This time the reply was very slow, and it took a while for the message to come back.

'Know. '

The celestial master said:

'That gun has no name, but because of its owner, later generations call it the Overlord Gun. '

The old Taoist stared at the phone screen for a long time, then gently pulled up the wide sleeves of the Taoist robe, and saw the hairs on his arms stand up, with goose bumps raised.

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After seeing off the guests, the black cat jumped out of Wei Yuan's arms in annoyance and kept blowing at him.

grimace in pain.

Wei Yuan rubbed the center of his brows. He stayed awake for three full days, sinking into the battlefield. Even if he had a whole body of Taoism, he couldn't hold it back. He was exhausted. He wanted to take it easy for a while. He fell asleep on the sofa, and when he woke up, it was already dusk outside.

The goddess sat on the sofa opposite, quietly lowering her head to read a book.

you're awake?

She raised her head and looked at Wei Yuan: Did you encounter something exhausting?

Wei Yuan gave a wry smile and felt a splitting headache. He supported the sofa and sat up. After thinking about it, he roughly told the girl about the matter. For the latter, there was nothing to hide. Fight...Xiang Yu, no wonder you are full of fighting spirit.

Wei Yuan rubbed his head and couldn't help sighing: Yes, Overlord.

I don't know how terrifying his strength was when he was in his prime...

The girl rested her chin on her right hand and said, You should know.

what do you know?

Strengthening the mountain and overwhelming the world, isn't this sentence spread throughout China?

This poem is naturally...

Wei Yuan's voice paused slightly, thinking of a certain possibility, he said in astonishment:

Wait a minute, is this poem realistic?

This time it was the girl's turn to be surprised, and said: Do future generations think this is just boasting?

Wei Yuan was speechless.

The goddess thought for a while, put down the book in her hand, and said: During the Qin and Han Dynasties, Xiang Yu lifted the tripod not only for strength, but for Shenzhou. But being backlashed by luck, he died soon, and Xiang Yu's ability to lift a tripod not only represents strength, but also stamina.

It is thought that the force of the mountain is unmatched.

Wei Yuan nodded slowly, remembering the afterimages of the wrestlers he saw, and whispered:

Strengthen the mountain and surpass the world, but the time is not good and the time will never die.

It's a pity that the dying is not dying, and it's a pity.

The girl stepped forward a little bit, looked at Wei Yuan, and said, Then have you ever seen Yu Ji?

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, At the last moment of the Battle of Gaixia, Concubine Yu should have committed suicide.

The girl said: But she doesn't die so easily.

Wei Yuan looked at the goddess in astonishment, and the latter said softly: Aren't you curious? Xiang Yu was young and ambitious, and after becoming the overlord of the world, he can almost be regarded as the co-lord of the world. There must be historians around him, but in official history such as Shiji , there are often only a few words of records about Concubine Yu.

What is the origin, what is the name, and where is the place of origin, all are blank.

That's the woman who fought with the Overlord, and she might be a noble concubine or a queen in the future.

But you don't even have your name and place of origin. Isn't that strange?

Wei Yuan came to his senses and said, Is she not human?

The goddess nodded and said: She did kill herself, but where the blood was stained, there were red flowers blooming all over the place, which could dance with the Chu wind. This kind of flower was named Yu Meiren. How could ordinary people stay behind after death? Under such a vision?

If I'm not mistaken, she is a person transformed by the psychic flower. The average poppies only have three to five years from birth to death, and the flowers will wither in one year. Presumably, she met her for sixty years. One time of Emperor's liquid, it was absorbed by chance and coincidence, and it was able to break free from the vegetation and transform into a human being.

The girl sighed softly and said:

Originally, it was supposed to practice in the mountains and fields, and finally become a fairy, or be granted the title of a land in a certain place, so that it could be worthy of the opportunity of Emperor Liujiang, but unfortunately, in the end, he met the Overlord and voluntarily entered the world to accompany him. In the end, in order not to drag him down, he slayed himself and died.

But she still doesn't know how to practice. The life of the grass and trees does not perish so easily. She regards herself as a human being. What Liu Bang saw at that time was the beautiful sea of ​​flowers in the camp, and the flowers he had dedicated to him. King Xiang's sword did not see Yu Ji, so he left King Xiang's spear in the sea of ​​flowers.

Wei Yuan thought of the Overlord in the illusion of memory, and said, Then Yuji...

The celestial girl said: Maybe she is still alive, going through hundreds of years or even longer, once again transforming from vegetation into a human form, and then carrying a gun, wandering in this world, going all over the world, hoping to meet again Xiang Yu.

Although there is no such thing as Yin Division in the world, it is not impossible for a hero like Xiang Yu to become a human again after his death. By the way, speaking of Yu Meiren, Yuan, wait a minute.

The girl got up and walked towards the flower shop, and came back after a while.

Sitting on the sofa, patted the cushion next to him, and said with a smile:

Lie down.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, seeing the girl's resolute look, he had no choice but to lie down obediently, with his head resting on the cushion, and just moving, he felt a splitting headache due to exhaustion, and then felt a burst of coolness In other words, the girl pressed her fingers gently between his brows, and there was a scent of flowers. Let his spirit, which was tense due to the evil spirit of the battle, slowly relax, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Wei Yuan said in surprise, This is...

Next to the goddess was a small porcelain vase with water soaked in red petals. She dipped her finger in the water and pressed it between Wei Yuan's eyebrows, and replied with a smile, It's Poppy. Its aroma and petals can slowly calm the mind and soothe the spirit of a long battle.

It's like the story of Concubine Yu and Bawang.

The brave and invincible god of war will also smell the fragrance of flowers to relieve the pressure in his heart.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes slightly, feeling his fatigue eased.

The goddess said again: By the way, I have already taken his token from Hu Ming, and I can go to Qingqiu tomorrow.

I don't know if I can see the familiar people again.

She stretched out her left hand to turn the pages of the book, and her right hand lightly pressed the center of Captain Sili's eyebrows.

Seemingly thinking of Qingqiu, she felt happy, and the girl gently hummed the first ballad made by the first woman in Shenzhou.

Waiting for you, Yi...

PS: Today's first update... The schedule has changed a little bit.

Thank you for the rewards of life like stars, thank you~