Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan didn't know how long he had been absent-minded.

When the ancient craftsman Yuan closed his eyes, the eyes of Wei Yuan, a modern man from Qingqiu Kingdom, were still recovering. The ancient pottery was still placed firmly on the table, reflecting the sunlight coming in from the window, with delicate lines. Still, but with a touch of familiarity.

That long memory was hidden, just like the vague memories of childhood.

I just roughly remember some important things, and most of the things and details are like weathered rocks, without any traces.

The white-haired woman smiled and said, Do you remember?

Wei Yuan raised his head, saw the wrinkles on her face, saw the long silver-white hair, and slowly connected her with the witch in his memory, got up subconsciously, paused, and then stopped according to his memory. She saluted in the same way, and slowly replied: Miko Jiao...Senior.

The girl nodded with satisfaction.

Wei Yuan sat down again, for a moment he didn't know how to continue speaking.

Nvjiao said with a trace of emotion: The Tushan clan, which was extremely powerful back then, is still alive today, and it's just you and me. I didn't expect that the Kunlun immortal flower back then, although it couldn't keep you alive. , but it kept your soul from dissipating between heaven and earth.

After all, even people like Fangfeng who can be called the descendants of the gods will dissipate their souls after death.

Wei Yuan thought of Jue in his memory.

At that time, she was just a little girl, and she couldn't even say whether she had a table or not.

Thinking about her now, Wei Yuan felt a little weird, and thought of something else, and said, How did you recognize me? Even Jue couldn't recognize my relationship with Yuan...

Nvjiao said frankly: She has only seen you three times, and she was too young at that time.

You were the first human she communicated with.

She has a simple mind, she doesn't want you to die, so she steals the immortal flower, but the time has passed too long, she probably doesn't remember the appearance of that human craftsman, she doesn't remember your true spirit, it's just the first time she came into contact with death, And the joy of getting the name at the beginning, I will always remember it.”

As for me, after all, you were once a member of the Tu Shan clan, and I am a witch of Tu Shan's generation.

Wei Yuan nodded, his expression was a little dazed and complicated.

Nvjiao smiled and said: What's the matter, you seem to be a little awkward, just relying on the breath on the pottery, it is impossible to affect you, but knowing your past experience, shouldn't you feel proud? After all It is also a magnificent story.”

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and replied softly, Is there anything I can be proud of?

It's not the abyss that is magnificent, but that era.

If the times are changed, then Yuan has just been a craftsman all his life. When someone came to propose marriage, he blocked it according to the rules at the time, and then attacked the crazy beast with the residents of the tribe, and finally killed the tribe leader. The few words I said were recorded, and I died at the age of sixty, a very ordinary and boring life.

The reason why you think I should be proud is because that era was a time when humans and gods coexisted, and the person I blocked was called Yu, and the beast I attacked was once the water god of the Huai River system, and the text I recorded for Yu was passed down. to the hereafter.

So what you really mean is that what is worth remembering is Yu's life, not Craftsman Yuan's past.

As his wife, you are still the same as before.

Wei Yuan's voice paused, he considered his words, and finally said: Equally cunning.

The girl smiled, with a sly smile on the corner of her mouth:

But you are also a part of that era, so there is naturally a part that belongs to you in the magnificence. The materialist view of history in the modern world seems to say so.

historical materialism?

No, it's not magical at all.

Wei Yuan was speechless for a long time, and finally said:

Anyway, thank you senior today.

Nvjiao was not surprised by his address, she just responded with a smile, then took out a box and handed it to him, saying: This is a secret letter to the Tianshi Mansion. The identity of that evil way has been identified. In Qingqiu Country, which has been isolated from the world for a long time, Tianshi Mansion knows more things.

The method those people practiced was transformed from an orthodox Dharma book. They eliminated the original part of real cultivation and chose a practice method eager for quick success and quick benefits, so that it appeared to be close to the way of the devil, and the reputation of that book is very Big, you should have heard of it.

Taiping Essentials.

………………

Wei Yuan walked out of the girl's courtyard.

The whole person is still a little dazed and absent-minded. The goddess Jue is waiting quietly outside the courtyard. Wei Yuan looks over and notices that she seems to be an ordinary person who has grown up for more than ten years compared to before. She no longer looks young, but she is also It's not that there are too many changes, and the original outline can be seen.

It's just that the original black hair was longer, and the slight baby fat on the cheeks disappeared when he was young. Wei Yuan immediately thought that it seemed that it couldn't be described as baby fat. After all, Jue might have lived for hundreds of years at that time up.

Maybe when she died of old age in her life, she still looked the same as now.

The girl turned around when she heard the sound.

In a trance, Wei Yuan seemed to see the little guy squatting in front of the pottery in the past.

Those eyes hardly changed much.

The goddess said, Yuan, you have come out.

Wei Yuan nodded, fell silent for a while, and suddenly said, Jue, do you like your name?

The girl was surprised, then nodded and replied: Of course.

This is the name given to me by a craftsman from the Tushan Department when I was very young. He is my first human friend.

Although it has been a long time, I can still vaguely remember that he told me the story of pottery. He said that pottery should be used for boiling water or cooking, but everyone on Kunlun Mountain does not need to eat or drink, so I had to use the pottery he gave me. Put some picked flowers.

Wei Yuan replied naturally: It doesn't matter, pottery is meant to be used.

It is used to hold flowers and boil water, and there is no difference.

As long as you like it.

When he passed away, his last regret was that he didn't ask the little guy if he liked the name he gave him. Now it seems that the original choice was not wrong. Wei Yuan had a summary and regret in his heart.

Looking at Jue, who was only in his twenties and ten years, he sighed in his heart just like Yuan did back then.

As expected of the goddess of Kunlun Mountain.

……………………

After getting the information that Qingqiu State interrogated the evil way, Wei Yuan had no reason to stay in Qingqiu State. After saying goodbye to the girl, it took some time to find her who had been missing for several days and didn’t know what to do. The black cats on the way home.

Among the museums.

Wei Yuan hung up the phone, Zhang Hao said he would come back soon, then wiped the wooden cabinet with a soft cotton cloth dipped in water, and finally placed the pottery with simple patterns in this corner, which was handed down from the ancient Shennong family. Pottery, and it was passed down from generation to generation, and there are still pottery in modern times.

Wei Yuan used a box made of glass to hold the pottery.

A vermilion-painted vertical pottery pot with animal ears from the year of the coexistence of man and god.

There are imperfect vermilion glazes.

There are Tu Shan's nine tail lines, which are simple and complete, with soft curves.

Yuan made it, Yu used it, and Nvjiao hid it.

Return to the abyss.

Museum Collection - 001.

Wei Yuan wrote the number on the paper with a marker pen and pasted it up.

And during the period of time they left, that Qingqiu fox, Hu Ming, was not idle for a period of time. He bought back all the books collected by his old friend back then. bookstore.

I searched for many places in Quanshi, and finally decided to open it in this old town. It happened that there was a two-story loft on this old street, so I bought it directly.

They are being renovated recently.

Wei Yuan looked at the ancient pottery, and vivid pictures flashed in his mind, but he could no longer connect them, so he simply stopped thinking about it. After all, the ancient experience was only left to him to make pottery and make pottery. The craftsmanship of jade is nothing more than that, at most it can be used to fake, other than that, life remains the same.

Just as he was thinking, when he heard the sound of a car outside, Zhang Hao should have arrived.

Wei Yuan stepped out, and the bookstore next to him also opened. Wei Yuan subconsciously turned his head to look, wanting to say hello, but it was not Hu Ming who walked out, but three girls who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, one Vigorous, with bright eyes, a girl with a soft and gentle complexion, the last girl to walk out was wearing jeans outside.

The upper body is a light-colored embroidered jacket, with fair and delicate skin, holding a thick book.

Wei Yuan's expression froze.

Senior Wei.

Hu Mei was excited at first, and then saluted honestly, Su Yan'er had already smiled gently.

The Qingqiu fox family is the Su family, and the Qingqiu fox family is the Hu family.

There is also a nine-tailed fox with a bronze dagger with a black bird pattern.

Su Yu'er saluted, and said politely: The old ancestor said that we would be designed by that wild fox monster because we rarely contacted the outside world. Before that, it was because there was no trustworthy person. Now she said that we can stay on this street for a while. Come on, please take care of me in the future.

She added: Of course, we have completed the transfer procedures.

I will go to the nearest university to study.

Wei Yuan rubbed between his brows, and saw that Hu Ming was busy laying out the books, the bookworm was creeping past, the red embroidered shoes were dancing in the room, the black iron scissors were clicking, the Qi family army's soldier soul gave Wei Qing The brought back soul-cultivating wood prunes the branches, the water ghost is drinking coke secretly, and the five-hundred-year-old black cat is lying on the roof basking in the sun, purring.

The years are quiet and ordinary, well, at least it looks ordinary.

The flower shop opposite is open.

Zhang Hao was getting out of the car, greeted him, and said, Master Wei, you're back from your tour.

Su Yuer next to her said politely:

Uncle Wei, you still have guests, so we won't bother you.

Zhang Hao glanced at Su Yuer, curiously said:

I didn't expect that your niece, Master Wei, is so old.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and explained: I'm just a little bit older.

Come on, come in and sit down.

okay.

Wei Yuan pushed open the door, followed by Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng, and entered this small museum. When the door was opened, the bell behind the door rang softly. Wei Yuan poured them two cups of tea, sat on the sofa, and spit out in one breath.

………………

My name is Wei Yuan.

An ordinary museum curator.

There is a potted plant in the house and a cat.

There is a flower shop opened by an old friend opposite my house, and next door is a newly opened old book reading room.

The owner of the bookstore is surnamed Hu, who fosters three college students from his hometown.

Live a normal and stable life in the old city.

PS: The second update today...

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