Museum of Demons

When the wind blows, looking down from the highest point of the mountain, you can see countless green trees moving slightly with the wind, like waves, and the clouds in the sky are also ups and downs. Sitting on the top of the mountain, you can go up Looking at the sea of ​​clouds, looking at Lin Tao from a distance, it seems that I am the only one in the world, and I am so forgetful, it is wonderful.

A goose-yellow flying bird fluctuated against the wind, flapping its wings hard to maintain stability and balance.

A strand of white hair suddenly fell in front of it, and the flying bird, which was trying to maintain its balance in the mountain wind, landed. Its paws gently grabbed the strand of soft white hair, as if he was relieved, and then fell down with a clatter. The claws grasped the white hair and shook it, and was gently held up by a white palm.

The girl with white hair like snow sat quietly on this mountain and looked at the world.

The white hair that originally only fell to the shoulders has now fallen to the waist.

Looking at the world for thirty years, her face has hardly changed, her brows are quiet, her pupils are big and deep, like a dark night, her face has no trace of blood, and behind her is a girl wearing a mask. Holding a jade comb, gently holding up the soft white hair with one hand to help her comb it.

Jue.

The white-haired girl's voice was quiet, even if it was the goddess who had been with her for thirty years, there was still no ripple in her voice.

Rather, she spent a lot of effort and fell into a weak state for a long time after she came out. She waited quietly for the rest of the thirty years, and Jue only told her some basic knowledge of the world. That's all, but Geng Chen, Kunlun's number one god general, after escorting them out with all his strength, sat down on his own.

It's just a pity. At first, I hoped that Chen Yuan would kill me and get my breath, so that I could appear in the world when he was reincarnated, when the catastrophe came...

When Geng Chen was dying, he felt extremely regretful, but he didn't regret it.

You will appear in that era.

The girl with the Bi An mask agrees.

Then when Geng Chen was puzzled, he stretched out his palm, raised his palm, and his energy was entangled endlessly, but it was not only her own energy, but the clear air from Kunlun was also entangled with a human race's foundation, Sometimes separated and sometimes reunited, the entanglement has never been broken.

Geng Chen's eyes widened, and at last he saw the girl stretch out her palm and take off the mask on her face.

Seeing that familiar face, she said in a gentle tone, We're engaged.

So, you will definitely meet us.

The god Gengchen's eyes widened, and finally laughed a few times, closed his eyes and passed away, without any regrets, reincarnated away.

Jue recalled the Kunlun Martial God who supported them all the way from the chaotic Kunlun Ruins to kill each other before being seriously injured and died. If you think about it carefully, after she wakes up in the modern age, she is barely close to Gengchen. Zhang Ruosu, who had a strong causal connection, found her. It was Zhang Ruosu who gave her a modern identity and sent her to the old street, completing the entanglement of cause and effect.

It turns out that the predestined relationship has already been formed at this time.

All accidents may be predestined, and there is a predestined relationship in the past.

While thinking, she helped the white-haired girl tie her hair, and nodded to answer her call.

Well, I'm here.

Jue held the wooden hairpin in his right hand and turned it gently to fix the white-haired girl's hair. The white-haired girl had a high ponytail, and she was wearing a navy blue Taoist robe with a jade-white lining inside, embroidered with flowing cloud patterns. The robe had wide sleeves and stood barefoot. On the faint bluestone slab, it is elegant and dusty, ethereal and deep, as if it is not like the world.

The white-haired girl looked at Feng and said:

Your injury is getting worse.

Jue didn't speak anymore.

When she was in the Kunlun Ruins in the chaotic world, she forcibly manipulated the pure turbidity of the Kunlun Ruins level, exhaled into the body, and one of the opponents was at the enlightened level. At this time, she suddenly realized that the goddesses are both clear and turbid. Her sister The side that appeared occasionally, with thousands of miles of red land and murderous intent like water, all represented that the turbid air had the upper hand.

But now her body no longer has the upper hand in the battle of turbid qi.

That is basically turned into the purest turbid world energy machine.

The power body is completely subverted.

The gap with the past is so big that even Wei Yuan can't see it at a glance, but he has always been used to the balance of pure and turbidity. At this moment, the turbid world's energy has broken the balance of the past, gaining the upper hand, and suppressing the flow of clean energy In the past thirty years, every day that passed, Jue's aura began to sink a little bit.

Every year is completely different from last year.

The body at this moment is no longer light and agile as before, but heavy and thick, like a hurricane tearing everything apart, representing the flow of pure [Qi]. The earth-shaking changes will not cause her own power to explode like her sister, arouse the vitality of the surroundings, and turn it into a catastrophe.

I'm fine.

Jue took off the mask on his face, his eyes turned from clear to deep.

But you, have you read the Tao Te Ching I brought earlier?

You still need to learn the characters in the world. Classics such as Tao Te Ching, Analects, and Huainanzi are good for learning characters.

The white-haired girl looked away expressionlessly.

But Jue could still see a trace of tension from the girl's expressionless face and those pair of unwavering eyes.

No back?

The white-haired girl was expressionless.

He reached out and stroked Jue's black hair.

Seeing the girl was unmoved.

Then he held Jue's cheek, pressed it against it, and rubbed his own face.

Soft.

The tone is unwavering: Jue is the best.

So good, so good.

Amazing.

You, why are you like this again...

Jue was helpless, there was nothing he could do with the white-haired girl, and said: Forget it, let's take you down the mountain today, let's have another cup of tea and see what the world looks like, maybe he has already come down the mountain. Talking again, just nodded, they waited near Kunlun, there is also a border town here, under the control of Anxi Dufu, and there are many pedestrians and merchants in it.

This city near Kunlun used to be a country named Gaochang.

The lord of the country had become brothers with Xuanzang, the Tang monk, decades ago.

However, he stood on the wrong team in the battle between the Tang Dynasty and the Turks, and surrendered to the Western Turkic Yi Pidulu Khan, blocking the business routes of the Western Regions.

Then it was swept away by the iron cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, and the famous general of the Tang Dynasty Chen Guogong Hou Junji was defeated, and he died in fear.

Now Gaochang Kingdom has been transformed into the Western Regions county seat of the Tang Dynasty, and Xuanzang has been transformed.

The Lord of Gaochang died in fright.

Even Hou Junji, the famous general who defeated Gaochang, was already involved in the prince's affairs, and he was sentenced to death.

Now even this country is no longer surnamed Li.

The years and history are like smoke, only the big day will last forever, and the Tianshan Mountains will not change. Thirty years ago, the celestial girl with the mask and the white-haired girl who came here have the same faces as before. Gaochang country-style dishes, listening to the stories of the third-generation storytellers around, after eating and drinking, the white-haired girl drank tea and slowly digested.

The celestial girl looks at Kunlun in the distance through the gaps in the thin bamboo curtains.

Hey, the two guest officers are here again? Our taste, is it still delicious?

The new boss recognized Jue and the white-haired girl's phantasmagorical appearance, and recognized that they were regular customers. He was familiar with the concept of mountainous areas and greeted him. of.

The young shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment. People from the Western Regions have a strong folk style, and immediately said in displeasure, Why isn't it delicious?!

? This is not [delicious] at all.

The white-haired girl said softly: He made me real [delicious food].

Huh? But that doesn't mean our food isn't delicious!

The young shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said in disbelief: Well, I won't make things difficult for the two guests. It's just that we, who cook and throw away kitchen utensils, are big and small. If you want to fight more or less, just ask the last question, who is it? Cooked dishes?! Who made delicious ones?!

Which family, which genre, let's draw a line and make gestures.

Then the young and energetic cook saw the guest lowered his eyes, even the illusioned appearance made people feel sad for some reason, and said softly: I don't know, I have been waiting for him for three months. Ten years.

The cook who has been in such a brutal world in the Western Regions has never heard such a faint but lingering sadness in his life.

It's just that he still has to refute that you don't look thirty years old.

The swordsman wearing the Bi An mask said: I'm sorry today, this silver is considered as an apology.

It's just that this dish is really not good.

She stood up, pulled the white-haired girl, and said flatly: Compared to your grandpa, you have done a lot worse.

Immediately, he whispered something about the pride of the old shop owner thirty years ago. The young cook stopped suddenly, his eyes widened, and his mind was shaking. When Jue took the white-haired girl to leave, he suddenly heard a The storyteller patted Xingmu, moistened his throat, and said loudly: In the troubled times of the Western Regions, the great Tang monk with a nine-ringed tin staff and two fists the size of a monk's bowl opened the gate of the city in troubled times, and we have already heard the story of leaving. I've said it.

Tell a new story today.

Sword Immortal has been reclusive for thirty years, and once he enters the city, his hair is as white as snow, and his sword energy will last forever!!

Speaking of you, it's a coincidence!

This sword fairy, Chen Yuan, is exactly the Jianghu swordsman who traveled westward for a hundred thousand miles with Xuanzang back then. It is exactly...

White hair, sword fairy!

Go to Kunlun!

The footsteps of Jue and the white-haired girl stopped abruptly.

The white-haired girl's eyes widened, her lips trembled slightly——

He is back?!

The restaurant cook over there couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: Really, firstly, a Buddhist master was said to be a violent monk, who was good at some kind of Zen stick supernatural power, and a sword fairy who slashed cities with a sword and lived for thirty years. Why does this get more and more outrageous the more you say it, it's really...

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the blue wind blowing in his ears, and turned his eyes involuntarily.

The previous swordsman wearing the Bi An mask and another guest had already disappeared.

He turned around and said angrily, Can you tell the truth? Ah?!

Although what you said is really nice and fun.

But this still has to tell the truth. When it comes to you, don't cover your face. Are you ashamed to see people?

White Pond?!

The storyteller lifts the hat on top of his head. He has slightly curly black hair and a handsome face, but there is a faint purple light in the depths of his pupils.

The clarity and tranquility are like the glow that occasionally flows over the Kunlun Mountains.

This exposed his true identity.

One hand holds candied haws upside down, and the other holds a camel-skin jug containing sweet rice wine.

Playing around, free and easy.

After being woken up, I grasped the secret, sighed with regret, and found that the drink I liked would take hundreds of years to be born, no, more than a thousand years.

Unable to feel lost, he rolled his eyes when he heard the words, nodded confidently and said:

Ah, yes, yes, I am Bai Ze.

Look at you, aren't you convinced?

He took a sip of liqueur, bit a piece of candied haws, and said confidently and domineeringly:

I, Bai Ze, tell stories, but I can do whatever I want!

How can you care about other people's opinions?!

Remember, my name is Bai Ze!

When you want to fight for revenge in the future, don't forget this name.

Everyone listening to the book said angrily, I remember you, Bai Ze!

I can't hear you clearly, can such a small voice be regarded as revenge?

Bai Ze, you bastard!!!

Fuck him!

[Bai Ze] The regional hatred is stable and up.

But at this moment, a long wind has gone away.

Go down to Kunlun and enter Chang'an.

Looking for an old friend.

PS: The second update today...

If you do the math, it's the end of the later stage, and I vow to fill in the hole, and I can't outline the end of the wheel like the previous book, but because I planned to fill in the hole from the beginning, it's still smooth, so I can't say it is I can't move an inch.

Then it seems that the time is still early today, maybe three o'clock.