Museum of Demons

It seems that your injury has recovered, are you sure you want to go?

Yuan Tiangang looked at the recovered 'Chen Yuan'.

The latter nodded silently.

Ever since Wei Yuan slashed that sword, most of his memory has fallen asleep for a short time. He is dispelling the mystery of mastering that sword, which has caused his true spirit to become heavier. Only when this life is over can he be freed. He should have completely forgotten Everything died with the sword, just because Yuan Tiangang was the incarnation of Zhu Jiuyin, and because of Yuan Tiangang's particularity, he still remembered Yuan Tiangang's covenant and entered Chang'an City.

The reincarnation of Zhu Jiuyin, Yuan Tiangang, recognized his fate, joined hands with Li Chunfeng, and obtained Wu Zetian's consent, let him escape by feigning death, and covered Wei Yuan's fate with half of the Qi of Emperor Wu Zhou, so as to prevent chaotic times from chasing after him. Killing, to prevent the hostility from the Kunlun Enlightenment, and to heal his wounds, even if it is the reincarnation of the Lord of the Nine Serenities, it took a lot of effort.

It's a pity that guy Li Chunfeng fell asleep again... Really, he can fall asleep while drinking.

Yuan Tiangang glanced dissatisfiedly at Li Chunfeng, who was not young, but fell asleep while carrying the flagon.

The latter is always like this, as he talked, his eyes went dark and passed away.

It slept soundly, solidly, and it was heavy and fragrant, which was enviable.

Sometimes it feels like I'm not sleeping.

It's far away from traveling thousands of miles away.

Don't care about him, this guy, you and I are already gray-haired.

I can still remember the way we met in the market decades ago, hahaha, you were so unceremonious at the time, you hit the old man's eye socket with your fist, which made me remember these decades. The white-haired Yuan Tiangang lifted a jug of wine, raised his neck to drink, and smiled gently: How about it, how about letting the old man hit your eye socket?

The amnesiac swordsman said bluntly: Impossible!

Yuan Tiangang laughed loudly, and finally regretted: It's all like this, don't you allow it?

In short, you and I are not young anymore, if you leave this time, I'm afraid, we really won't see each other again.

Swordsman Yuan lowered his eyes and said with a smile, It's easy to do, maybe there will be an afterlife.

Yuan Tiangang said: But in the next life, if you don't remember the past and don't know the past, what should you do?

Wei Yuan, who lost his memory, was stunned, a few traces seemed to flash in front of his eyes, he paused, and those images faded away.

In the end, he raised his neck and drank, he didn't care anymore, and said: It's easy to handle, when we first met, I smashed your left eye frame.

He stretched out his finger with double drunkenness: After I meet you, I will hit you in the eye socket once.

This time, instead of hitting the left side, hit the right side!

Get it all together!

Yuan Tiangang was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that this guy dared to do this.

Immediately, he just laughed and nodded.

If there is an afterlife, if there is a reunion.

Yuan Tiangang's memory in this life has not been recovered yet, and he is also a cultivator. Naturally, he knows that reincarnation is just a word of comfort. The true spirit relies on its own condensed level to resist the oven of heaven and earth, gold and iron in the world, and it is difficult to achieve the level of reincarnation. It's difficult, it's rare, it's just words of comfort to each other when friends are parting. Looking at each other's pale hair, they don't have any thoughts of fighting, so they nodded casually and said:

Then I'll let you hit me once!

Don't worry, we will meet again...

At this time, Li Chunfeng, who woke up from sleep holding the flagon over there, raised his head, and a ray of pure purple disappeared from his eyes.

He hiccupped with the smell of sweet wine, and said sharply, You will get dark circles under your eyes when the time comes, don't regret it.

Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but sneered and said, This old man is not someone like you who likes to go back and forth.

Ah, yes, yes, everyone knows that Yuan Tiangang is upright, broad-minded, and never holds grudges.

That's true, never hold grudges!

Li Chunfeng nodded repeatedly while holding the jug.

Yuan Tiangang couldn't hear the teasing in these words, and couldn't help but retorted: You don't need to worry about the old man.

It's a big deal to be smashed again, it's not like I haven't been smashed in the past!

It's you, you can fall asleep anytime now, be careful to fall asleep when you are crossing the sea by boat or fishing by the river in the future.

And then plunged into the water.

Fishing caught myself and became a drowned water ghost.

Li Chunfeng was furious: Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Then clap your hands together, pinch the seal in your hands, and mutter something in your mouth, praying devoutly:

Bah, bah, bah, kids are ignorant, kids are ignorant.

You can't take it seriously, you can't take it seriously.

Then he raised his eyebrows and glared at the white-haired Yuan Tiangang over there, furiously:

Old bastard, you cursed me again!

Are you sick? You are a top fortune teller for thousands of years!

Your fucking piece of gold, jade and iron is broken, what if it comes true?

What if Zhenyi accidentally fell asleep while working and fell into the water, becoming a water ghost?

Are you paying me?!

Over there, Yuan Tiangang sneered and drank, too lazy to deal with this lazy bastard. In the end, the good banquet ended, and the ranger of Datang no longer had a sword in his hand. Wei Yuan, who had lost his memory, staggered, turned his back to Chang'an, and friends He waved goodbye and left Chang'an City. Behind him, Li Chunfeng sat cross-legged on the eaves, reached out to play with the bell hanging from the corner of the eaves, and said:

Luck is covered, this guy should be able to die well.

Yuan Tiangang didn't turn his head back: Holding a sword for a lifetime doesn't know how much killing can be. In the end, I hope that I can grow old safely.

As for whether to end well...

If you think that forgetting all the experiences in your last life is considered a good death, then, more or less.

Li Chunfeng looked at Chang'an City in the distance: Knowing too much is never a good thing, Yuan Tiangang.

He lowered his eyes with a smile, the starlight of Ziwei Star shining in his eyes, and emphasized:

Never.

The white-haired girl He Jue finally arrived in such a great city as Chang'an.

Then I happened to see the white-haired swordsman striding out, wearing a brocade suit, riding a fast horse, his white hair was still full of vigor, as if a sword had wiped away all the rust on it, so finally Showing her unparalleled sharpness, the white-haired girl's eyes widened slightly, and a glint of light lit up those dark and dull pupils, but her tone remained unchanged.

You're back.

The swordsman on the fast horse reined in, frowned, and replied:

Who are you?

The hope on the white-haired girl's face froze.

…………………

...You mean, we live and die together on Kunlun Mountain? I was saved by her once?

In a pavilion, Wei Yuan, who had lost his memory, looked at the quiet white-haired girl over there, and then at his friend wearing the mask of Bi An over there—his memory, even if it was Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng who ended up with him in the end. The blockage of luck is just like fetching water from a bamboo basket. At most, it can only slightly stop the speed of memory sleeping, but this process is irreversible.

The swordsman still remembered about the girl wearing the Bi An mask.

This is a ridiculous thing I did when I was young.

Propose to kiss when they first meet.

As for the experience on the Kunlun Mountains and the matter of the white-haired girl, he doesn't remember anything at all, but looking at the white-haired girl with her head down, he still feels a feeling for some reason, as if it came from deep blood. Feeling close and familiar, I stretched out my hand to rub the white-haired girl's head, and said freely, I really feel that my memory is a bit lost.

However, I do think that we should have some fate, and it feels very familiar.

Where are you going after a while?

Jue took a deep look at him and said, I will travel around for a while.

Wei Yuan, who had lost his memory, laughed loudly: That's a coincidence, I will continue to travel in the rivers and lakes in the future.

He patted the mount next to him, and sighed: When I was young, I only felt that a sword in my hand was invincible, but it was because of that monk that he didn't even walk out of Chang'an City. But it can’t be regarded as wandering the rivers and lakes, it’s better now, no worries and no worries.”

My life is not long.

Finally, I will walk the same path with you, and I will live up to getting to know each other.

Then he stretched out his hand towards the white-haired girl and said with a smile, If you don't mind, let's go together.

The girl with dark eyes stretched out her hand.

The swordsman exerted strength with his palm, picked up the white-haired girl who looked still young and put him on the mount. He held the rein with one hand and the wine with the other. Two disciples were accepted, one was named Pei, who was the later Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty, and the other was a girl named Gongsun.

The little girl of the Gongsun family was the one that the white-haired girl insisted on accepting.

It's just because the child is good at singing ballads, has a soft waist, can do Chang'an dance, and can do Hu Xuan dance.

The white-haired girl seems to like everything created by humans very much.

The sword fairy who lost her memory couldn't resist her, so she had no choice but to agree. The part of teaching swordsmanship was to go out. The basic strength of Gongsun's girl was not as good as her senior brother, but she was more nimble and agile. She ingeniously incorporated swordsmanship into dance Among them, Yiwu sword moves in all directions.

On this road, going east to north, I once rode horses on the stone roads in the south of the Yangtze River, and once sang with swords in the desert outside the Great Wall.

The Sword Immortal had just stepped into the rivers and lakes, and he had already stirred up the entire Tang Dynasty.

Although it was only ten years of cold and heat, it seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye.

The children of Jianghu are old in Jianghu, not to mention the old man with pale face and white hair. After all, his memory gradually dissipated. In the end, he really couldn't walk in the rivers and lakes anymore. I no longer recognize him. At this time, even Jue knows that he can no longer be allowed to walk in the rivers and lakes like this.

Finally, the pale-haired old man settled down in a village under a mountain.

Its name is brilliant and shakes the world.

Even if he came here to live in seclusion, swordsmen from all over the world would come to visit him from time to time. At the beginning, the sword fairy would take the initiative to attack. Later, his disciples had already started to block these opponents instead of the teacher. The old man was gray-haired, Every inch of his beard and hair had turned white.

And Jue, who was wearing a Bi An mask, was gradually unable to suppress because of the turbidity.

In order to prevent the reversal of its own authority.

To prevent myself from unconsciously changing my temperament, like my sister, I gave birth to the power of [Chidiqianli], to cause harm to the world, and to leave the crowd on my own initiative.

Disciple Pei Min also took the initiative to go out of the mountain to challenge the past one by one in order to prevent those swordsmen from disturbing the teacher's Qingxiu.

When he got the title of sword master, all the swordsmen in the world said that he had surpassed his teacher, so they all started to challenge him, and respectfully called the old man who was always calm and peaceful as Master, most of the masters Sometimes I just sit quietly on the bluestone, and sometimes I don't say a word for a day.

He was originally the one who took care of the white-haired girl who had no common sense about the world.

In the back, the sword master Pei Min left, Jue had to leave the world, the swordsman lost his memory, but the girl was taking care of him.

Until that day, when he didn't even recognize a sword.

When the common people were stunned and exclaimed.

It's finally time for my life to end.

…………

The white-haired girl brought the cooked meat porridge, and the swordsman sat on the bed, breathing weakly and looking calm and calm.

He is gray-haired and has many wrinkles on his face.

Forget about swords.

Forgetting for the first time was violent and decisive, and it was the tragedy of giving up everything in order to attack and kill.

But the current forgetting is just as peaceful and calm as flowing water, it is still water flowing deep, and it is the proof of truly mastering this sword.

The frail old man opened his eyes, saw the white-haired girl next to him, and lowered his eyes. He obviously forgot everything, but it seemed that because of some kind of fate, he still remembered the girl in front of him, and he was the most worried about it. On the white paper is the arrangement he wrote down when he realized that he was losing his memory.

There is Pei Min, and there is Gongsun.

You Jue.

Some went to Datang Chang'an to find old friends.

densely packed.

The Sword Immortal of Tang Dynasty recorded everything he could think of before passing away, hoping that the white-haired girl who did not have much common sense could live peacefully in the world after he left. Finally, he stretched out his hand , rubbed the girl's white hair, and said, Live well.

Be a good boy.

Even the invincible Sword Immortal looked like an ordinary old man, and said in a gentle voice:

Otherwise, I might turn into a ferocious ghost to teach you a lesson.

Even he himself thought it was funny after he finished speaking, and laughed lightly with some self-mockery.

The white-haired girl has big and dark eyes.

Gently holding the wrinkled hand of the Sword Immortal in the palm of his hand.

The tone is still calm, but I don't know if it's an illusion, there seems to be a quiet smile on the corner of the mouth.

Well, if I become a bad boy.

Can you come back and see me?

The sword fairy opened his mouth, lowered his eyes, and said nothing more.

PS: Today's third update... 4,100 words

There was a mistake before. In the first few chapters, when Chen Yuan saw Kaiming, he said that his friend Li Chunfeng had passed away for a long time.

I looked for the previous chapters, and Li Chunfeng was not dead at that time.

And it's just entering the end, it shouldn't be so fast, Houtu, Zhurong, Fuxi, Huntian, Tiandi, Zhuoshi, but some book friends said in this chapter that they speculate that the two or three hundred chapters are about the same, numb, holding tea, I just hope Landed smoothly.