Museum of Demons

‘My name is Gonggong, and I am a human race named Shuizheng, hahaha, are you Zhuanxu? '

'Zhuanxu was selected from the meaning of the great sun, and it was located in the Gaoyang family, and took the sign of the great sun. '

'This sword is for you. '

The tall young man held a sword horizontally and handed it over: 'I forged this sword myself. '

'When the sun hangs high, shadows are bound to be drawn, so you hold this sword and kill all the 'shadows' who lie to the sun and the sun. '

The laughing young man in front of him disappeared, and turned into a man who had been pierced through the heart and fell to the ground.

As for the certificate of the Great Sun, the famous sword Huaying is in his hands, exuding an ominous color of blood.

Zhuan Xu suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, his complexion pale, the girl next to Tushan was awakened, looked at Zhuan Xu cautiously, the corner of the boy's mouth lifted, and said: Ah...it's Ah Lu, I had a nightmare , I actually dreamed that I killed him with the Huaying Sword given to me by Gong Gong Da Ge.

Nulu looked at the young man who was muttering to himself, and didn't tease him like in the past, but gently embraced the young man Zhuanxu in her arms, with his forehead pressed against the young man's black hair, Zhuanxu's murmuring voice became weaker and weaker, and finally his body trembled , turned into bursts of whimpering.

I killed him...

I killed him!

it's me……

There was only pity in Nulu's eyes.

Gonggong and Xuanyuan left one by one, and no matter how painful Zhuanxu was in his heart, he could only sort out his mind at this moment and deal with each matter again. Just like Gonggong said, he could not, and could not Childish.

Organized government affairs, arranged for the care of the wounded, and revised many races.

After the great war and catastrophe, there is still one thing to deal with.

And after the situation of the human race finally eased a little bit, and those backlogged affairs were resolved, Zhu Rong looked at Qin Se who was put away by Zhuan Xu, and said such a sentence in a complicated way.

Qin Se is already covered in dust.

When he was young, he couldn't put it down, and Shaohao was so angry that he threw it directly into the gully of the East China Sea. Because he hasn't played it for a long time, even the pitch is no longer accurate, and the strings and body of the piano are already covered with dust. .

Zhuanxu, how do you arrange the Gonggong tribe?

The young man who tied his originally soft black hair with a jade crown, exposing his forehead and sharp eyes was silent for a while, and said softly: If some of them are willing to stay here, then they will stay in the hinterland of the human race. If they don't want to, they want to leave. , you can also...

Zhu Rong said: ...Then, what is the whole story of this matter?

Zhuan Xu closed his eyes and thought of the appearance of the Gonggong tribe he had secretly seen. That night, they were still sleeping peacefully, waiting for Gonggong, who returned like a hero, to take them home, and there were several children waiting for the Gonggong tribe. Work bedtime stories and comfort.

And what was waiting was news of Gong Gong's rebellion and a cold corpse.

Zhuan Xu didn't dare to look at them at all.

Now he said slowly: I'll go talk to them...

Zhuanxu, you can no longer escape like before.

Gong Gong's voice sounded in the young man's ears, his words suddenly stopped, as if choked in his throat, he was silent for a long time, holding the Shadow Painting Sword, then he opened his eyes, and heard himself answer like this , the voice is hollow and cold:

...There are so many people, as long as there is one person who spreads the news, Brother Gonggong will die in vain, and they will also be in danger. They will be arrested by the remnants of the Zhuolu War and used as a tool to intimidate the human race. Draw out the soul.

So, for their good, but also for the human race...

They can't know the truth.

Zhu Rong looked at the friend in front of him, the gloomy and loose hair had already been bundled up, showing deep eyebrows, Zhu Rong smiled complicatedly: ...you have really changed, but as a king, this is a qualifying change.

The zither has fallen to ashes, do you want to play another song?

Zhuan Xu readily agreed.

The two of them sat opposite each other and played the qin just like they were back in the country of Shaohao back then. Friendship, Qinyin has already cooperated with you and me, but now we can no longer coordinate.

Zhuanxu's hand trembled, and the strings of the guqin in his hand broke.

There was a noisy noise in the sound of the qin, Zhu Rong also stopped playing the qin, pressed the qin in his hand and did not speak for a long time, and finally he hung the qin on the wall again, saying: ...I am leaving too, Zhuanxu.

The handsome man said softly: I told her that I want to see the Yulong Xuemang in Kunlun, I want to see the vast waves of the South China Sea, I want to go to the wilderness to watch the stars rise and fall, and the ten days and ten months will go on and on. Now I should fulfill the promise. It's time.

Zhuan Xu's throat tightened.

Zhu Rong restrained his smile and said: Even if it wasn't my intention, I lost her because of the human race. I can't stay here anymore...but don't worry, don't worry... I will still help you maintain the human world when I am away. Stablize.

Until the next generation comes.

The aftertaste of the piano sound was still there, Zhu Rong took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said:

The sound of the piano is deep and deep, but when the sky is in harmony, the wind will go.

Farewell, Zhuan Xu, the country of Shaohao is overseas, and there are many different birds, I will use them to write to you...Once a year, spring comes and goes north, autumn comes and goes south.

Zhu Rong gave a deep salute, turned around and strode away. On this day, the autumn wind blew up, and one or two beast carts left the hinterland of the human race. Only the young Zhuan Xu stood at the highest point of Xuanyuan Hill, with his palm on the turning stone. , Watching the parting of the young friend.

Then, never seen again.

It's just that the name changes with the change of the king, just like Emperor Yan used fire as the name of his ministers, Xuanyuan used cloud as the name of his ministers, starting from Zhuanxu, the Xia officials of Yanhuang Shenzhou, for a long, long time, have always been With the name of [Zhu Rong].

Chongli lived in Huozheng for Zhuanxu, and he has made great achievements. He can melt the world with light, and his life is called Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong's family used fire to transform, so later generations of fire officials thought it was because of it.

————— Emperor Century

The southern pole, from the north of Husun, runs through the country of Zhuanxu, and goes south to the field of Weihuoyanfeng, where Zhurong is in charge, and it is 12,000 li. ———— Huainanzi Shi Ze Xun

Zhu Rongsheng, the prince's Changqin, began to make music in the mountains of Mun.

On the beast cart, the child with flame lines between his eyebrows leaned against his father, and said, Where are we going, Dad...

Zhu Rong looked into the distance and spoke softly:

Go to many, many places. Your mother wants to go to the top of Kunlun to see the Jade Dragon Snow Mang thousands of miles away.

Look at the waves of the East China Sea pouring into the endless ravine.

Go to the Great Wilderness to watch the stars rise and fall, ten days and ten months, endlessly, and then go boating in the South China Sea to see the customs and customs of overseas countries...

The child muttered, Mother kisses her...

She just fell asleep. Zhu Rong didn't know how to explain such a thing to the child. He reached out and stroked the child's hair, and said, Wouldn't it be a little boring to just follow Dad?

No, it won't.

The child put his arms around Zhu Rong's neck and said, I only have you, Dad.

Zhu Rong held the child with one hand, and held the rein with the other hand. He unconsciously exerted force on his hand to hold the child tighter. When he left Xuanyuan Hill, it was the same as when he came to Xuanyuan Hill. He turned his head and glanced at Xuanyuanqiu, as if he saw the bright smiling girl back then.

'What shall we name our child? '

‘Changqin, right? '

The girl was annoyed at that time: I'm still talking about your qin. '

Wrong, wrong...

Zhu Rong murmured.

Wish and long love.

It's called Changqin.

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The heroes of the Xuanyuan tribe gathered here, including Ji Xuanyuan from the Xiong tribe, Chiyou from the Jiuli tribe, Shennong and Xingyao from Jiangshuicheng from the Shennong tribe, Limu, Fenghou, Dahong, Cangjie, and many others. People, they built this place of Xuanyuan together.

And now, Xuanyuanqiu finally ushered in ruin.

Just like those heroes who dominated the world back then, they all fell like grass and trees.

When Nine Heavens Profound Girl came to Xuanyuan Hill, she attended Ji Xuanyuan's funeral in the name of her master.

When he found Leizu, he saw a white-haired woman sitting under the flower tree that she had planted with her back then, where she used to drink and sing, her white hair hanging down like a blooming flower. The peach blossoms are in full bloom as they were back then, like the flame that burns through the darkness and breaks the dawn in the hearts of young heroes.

Nine Heavens Xuannv looked at the white-haired woman quietly, without the grievances of the past.

Ji Xuanyuan... is also dead.

This world is too lonely, girl, come with me...to Kunlun Mountain.

At least, you can still live.

No need...

The faint sound of the flute stopped, and the woman with white hair and red pupils said with a quiet smile, I was born here, I grew up here, and I should finish my last journey here.

Xuannv, do you want to drink a glass of wine?

You were also here back then, drinking with us.

There is also wine brewed by Du Kang himself.

Xuannv sat down, right next to Leizu, and when she raised her head, she could still see that peach tree flower was like a bright flame. The wind blew by, and the petals fell into the wine. Leizu gently Playing the distant battle song, but with a soft taste.

Xuannv closed her eyes, as if she could still see the familiar faces beside her.

She drank a glass of wine and the sky was getting dark. When she got up to say goodbye, she didn't reply. When she was far away, she looked back and saw that the flower tree was more and more brilliant like a flame under the setting sun. Under the flower tree, the white-haired woman Just drooping his eyes and playing the flute.

The petals sprinkled on the ends of her temples and hair, as beautiful and youthful as it was back then.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, Yulong Feitian.

The Yellow Emperor's wife, Leizu, was born in Leizu Mountain in Benyi and died in Hengyang Road.

Zun Zhu was buried in [The Head of the Canglong].

The stele still exists.

—————— Repair Leixuan Palace Monument Preface · Tang.

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Hahaha, Gonggong collided with Buzhou Mountain, causing the sky to fall apart.

What a great crime this is. Fortunately, His Majesty, you personally killed him. This sacrifice is congratulations to the emperor, congratulations to heaven and earth!

When Zhuanxu really succeeded to the throne, gods from many races, even gods, came to congratulate him, some of them were out of coping, and many of them were sincere—thanks sincerely Watching the young emperor personally kill Gonggong, he sincerely thanked him for solving the culprit of the catastrophe.

Nulu turned her head and saw Zhuanxu facing them with a smile on his face.

His eyes were indifferent and distant.

Just after his twentieth birthday, the twenty-year-old Zhuan Xu looked up at the countless ethnic groups, as if there were familiar figures beside him, including Ji Xuanyuan, Leizu, the blood-soaked Taoist, Zhu Rong, and his own hands. Gonggong died at his hands.

So he cut off his immaturity in the past, and dealt with the matter in front of him maturely and peacefully.

By the way, these two are talents I discovered outside, and I brought them here this time and dedicated them to His Majesty!

When he was drunk, a patriarch of a big tribe brought two tall young men.

They knelt down and saluted with some dissatisfaction.

Lower the weight!

In Xiali!

Wish to be driven by His Majesty!

Zhuanxu's eyes were dark, and he had already guessed the identities of these people, which was normal. Although the human race avoided the catastrophe of extermination, they defeated the coalition forces of Zhuoqi and the remaining parties in the battle of Zhuolu. His luck skyrocketed.

But now, the human race is extremely short of strong people.

Of course there are too many people who want to intervene, Zhuan Xu calmly dealt with the opponents who wanted to annex the human race one by one. At night, he held a wine and drank alone. Yes, it is still the [Huaying] sword.

Brother Gonggong...Chongli, I'm afraid it's the wild gods in the wilderness who want to set foot in the world.

The emperor of heaven is lonely, and only follows the natural development of all things, watching from the sidelines.

These gods want to replace me and want to swallow my human race. Now I am the only one left. Will I lose... If I lose, I will definitely die, right?

The young man was dressed in black robes, staring at the starry sky for a long time.

Finally he poured out the bloody liquor and said to the air:

But I won't lose.

Not to die so soon.

If I die, no one in this world will remember you...

So the lonely king must win no matter what.

The human body of Gonggong is dead, and the true spirit is gone. After all, he will wake up one day and become one of the top ten peaks, but ah, when he was young, he held Zhuanxu and brought him along The human race Shuizheng who was going forward will never be resurrected again.

Zhuanxu never saw Gonggong again.

The clan of Gonggong, corpses, tombstones.

It seemed that he was going to be ashes with this name and completely disappear in his world.

He put down the wine cup, turned around, and stepped into the deep palace step by step under the moonlight.

Historical Records and Historical Records·Jijie contain: Emperor Zhuanxu Gaoyang, the grandson of the Yellow Emperor and the son of Changyi. Jingyuan uses planning and dredging to know things; nourishing materials to use the land, carrying time to resemble the sky, inheriting Yan and Huang before, and enlightening Yao and Shun later.

He reigned for seventy-eight years and died at the age of ninety-eight.

King the world with water virtue, and die as the emperor of water virtue in the north.

History has always described each other's feelings with such restraint.

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