Museum of Demons Chapter 83

The fierce fighting spirit is real and true, and it blows on the face.

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

The sight in front of him was slightly black. This was the result of being hit by the evil spirits of the soldier. It took him a while to relax, and looked at Wei Yuan suspiciously. The latter was a little tired, leaning on the sofa. On his knees was the five-hundred-year-old black cat, yawning lazily.

Wicker chairs rubbed smoothly, steaming tea, young lazy shopkeeper.

Sunlight, bouquet on the table, a black cat.

It seems to match this old yellowed museum very well.

but……

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

Wei Yuan faintly guessed from the old Taoist's reaction.

I am afraid it was impacted by the residual evil spirit.

He gently pressed his right hand on the top of the black cat's head, looked at the old man, and naturally smiled:

"In the past few days, I stayed up late and played some games, all of which were based on the theme of ancient battlefields. I played a lot, and it was inevitable that I was a little addicted to it, and now I have a headache. Even in my dreams I play games. What kind of general is you?"

"It's probably like what the old gentleman said just now, think about it day by day and dream at night."

Zhang Yu nodded seriously, "I understand, I understand, everyone has been in the second phase."

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

Looking at the young museum owner, the old Taoist nodded slowly, and said, "It is true, the old Tao knows." What he thought in his heart was another sentence he said before. There are indeed many night dreams. Return to the day to think, but there is still a part of it, but it is past experience, deeply buried in my heart, and reluctant to rest.

The group soon got up and said goodbye.

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

Zhang Hao drove, watching the road conditions ahead, and asked casually: "Uncle Shi, let's not visit and make a complaint, is there any problem?"

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

"But your little uncle is afraid that you won't be able to step into this street again from now on."

Zhang Yu smiled awkwardly.

Shen Jifeng couldn't help but smiled, remembering something, and curiously said:

"By the way, Uncle Shi, did you really see the Master Weiguan's dream just now? What did he dream of?"

The old Taoist voice paused, thinking of the battlefield that flashed past, and the museum owner sitting on the sofa holding his class, but he only said kindly:

"It's just a simple dream."

Shen Jifeng let out a regretful cry.

The old man didn't say anything, but the gun in his mind could not be forgotten. When the black car turned a bend, two young and beautiful girls walked by the roadside, one of whom was wearing a bright red dress. , Lao Dao suddenly remembered a guest who had visited Tianshi Mansion when he was a child.

At that time, he was only five years old, and the current Tianshi Shishu had only given five thunder urns.

At that time, the ancestor of the celestial master came out of the retreat and personally received a visitor. It was a young woman who was wearing a red dress like poppies in full bloom. He and the little uncle were curious, We went secretly together and saw that the guest was carrying the box. After opening it, there was a simple gun tip inside.

Sensen's cold breath hit his face, causing him to fall ill later.

The Taoist now recalled that the gun at that time was exactly the same as the one he had seen in his dream, but it was far more vivid and domineering than when it was placed in the box, as if one was sharp and vivid, and the other was already I slept alone for thousands of years.

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

Are you there?

A reply arrived soon.

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

The old Taoist priest couldn't laugh or cry. His uncle is a hundred years old. Even so, his mentality is younger than himself. After thinking about it, I first asked the heavenly master if he remembered the guest when he was a child. After getting the affirmative answer, he asked to know. I don't know the tip of the gun.

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

'know. '

Heavenly Master:

'That gun does not have a name, but because of its owner, later generations will call it the Overlord Gun. '

The old Taoist stared at the phone screen for a long time, then gently pulled up the broad sleeves of the robe, and saw that the hairs on his arms were erected, and goose bumps were raised one by one.

After sending away the guests, the black cat jumped away from Wei Yuan's arms unhappy, and kept breathing at him.

grimace in pain.

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and stayed awake for three full days. He was sinking into the battlefield. Even if he had a body of Taoism, he was a bit unable to support his spirit. He was exhausted. He thought about taking it back for a while, but he just relied on it accidentally. I fell asleep on the sofa, and when I woke up, it was already dusk outside.

The goddess sat on the opposite sofa and quietly lowered her head to read.

"you're awake?"

She raised her head and looked at Wei Yuan: "Did you encounter any troubles?"

Wei Yuan gave a bitter smile, felt a splitting headache, sat up on the sofa, thought for a while, and talked about the matter to the girl in general. For the latter, there was nothing to hide, and the girl suddenly said, "It's Gai Xia Zhi Fight...Xiang Yu, it's no wonder your soldiers are so angry."

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

"And how terrifying was his strength back then..."

The girl put her cheek in her right hand and said, "You should know."

"what do you know?"

"Isn't this sentence spread by all China?"

"This poem is naturally..."

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

"Wait a minute, is this poem realistic?"

This time it was the girl's turn to be astonished and said, "Do later 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 a tripod, it was not just power. For Shenzhou, the tripod was a sacrificial weapon and represented the luck of the world. There was once the King of Qin wanted to lift the tripod. However, he was backlashed by Qi Luck and died soon. Xiang Yu's ability to be a great cauldron not only represents strength, but also strength."

"I thought it would be hard to beat the world."

Wei Yuan nodded slowly, thinking about the afterimages of the powerful men he had seen, and whispered in his mouth:

"Struggling to pull the mountain out of the world, time will never die."

"It's a pity that it's not going to die, it's a pity."

The girl stepped forward slightly, 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, Yu Ji should have committed suicide."

The girl said: "But she is not that easy to die."

Wei Yuan looked at the goddess in amazement, and the latter whispered: "Aren't you curious? Xiang Yu was young and aspirant. After he became the overlord, he could almost be regarded as the co-lord of the world. There must be historians by his side, but in the official history like Shiji For Yu Ji, there are often only a few words of record."

"What is your birthplace, what is your name, where is your place of origin, all are blank."

"That's the woman who fought with the overlord. In the future, it may be a noble concubine or a queen."

"I don't even have a name or place of origin. Isn't it strange?"

Wei Yuan reacted and said, "Isn't she a human?"

The goddess nodded and said: "She did succumb to death by herself, but the blood-stained place was full of red flowers, which could dance with the wind of Chu. This kind of flower was named poppies. How would ordinary people stay after death? Under such a vision?"

"If you don't guess wrong, she is a flower psychic. The average poppy will only take three to five years from life to death, and it will wither after a year. If you want to come, she has met for sixty years. Once the emperor flowed, and absorbed it by coincidence, only then was it possible to break free from the vegetation and become a human being."

The girl sighed softly and said:

"It was supposed to be cultivated in the mountains and plains, and eventually become a god, or be sealed as a landlord of a certain place, to be able to live up to the opportunity of Emperor Liuxu, but in the end I met the overlord and voluntarily joined the world to accompany him. In the end, in order not to drag him down, he killed himself."

"But she still doesn't know how to practice. The life of the plant spirit does not die out so easily. She sees herself as a human being. What Liu Bang saw at the time was the beautiful sea of ​​flowers in the camp, and what he once dedicated to King Xiang's sword did not see Yu Ji, so he left King Xiang's gun in the sea of ​​flowers."

Wei Yuan thought of the overlord in the illusion of memory, and said, "That Yuji..."

Tiannv said: "Maybe you are still alive, re-experiencing hundreds of years or even longer, once again transforming from vegetation into human form, and then wandering in this world with guns, hoping to meet again Xiang Yu."

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

The girl got up and walked to the flower shop, then came back a moment later.

Sitting on the sofa, patted the cushion next to him, and smiled:

"Lie down."

Wei Yuan opened his mouth and saw that the girl was very determined, so he had to lie down honestly, resting his head on the mat, and only moved, he felt a headache due to fatigue, and then felt a refreshing feeling. It means that the girl's finger was pressed against his forehead and gently pressed, with a fragrance of flowers. Let him slowly relax his tense spirit because of the evil spirits of the battle, and gradually calm down his emotions.

Wei Yuan said in surprise: "This is..."

Next to the goddess, there was a small porcelain bottle with red petals soaked in water. She dipped her fingers in the water and pressed Wei Yuan's eyebrows, smiling and replied, “It's a poppy. This flower itself can be used as medicine. Its fragrance and petals can slowly calm down the mind~www.mtlnovel.com~ so that the spirit of fighting for a long time can be soothed."

"It's like the story of Yu Ji and Overlord."

"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 the exhaustion relieved.

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

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

She stretched out her left hand to turn the pages of the book, and tapped the center of the eyebrows of Wei Xiao with her right hand.

As if thinking of Qingqiu, happy in her heart, the girl gently hummed the ballad made by the first woman in China.

"Waiting for people, Yu..."

PS: Today's first update... The work and rest are a little bit back.

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