Huangquan Museum is open

Chapter 11 The Past of Qinglong ([-])
"That day, it was raining heavily, and the big raindrops hit me. I begged Jing Jinjia, don't! Please, don't leave me..."

"But Jin Jinjia said, Qinglong...don't forgive me...the purpose of my existence is to be unfavorable to Aji...and..."

"The fine gold armor gasped heavily, he said, and...you didn't see Yusu in the end...in fact, I saw you...even if Yuji died under your sword...Yusu still has you in his heart... I'm so jealous of you...so, I told Yusu, you are the weapon to kill people...you can't feel the pain of Yuji dying under the sword...the blood makes you excited..."

"I was gasping for breath, the rain spouted from my mouth, the grief made me forget to be angry. I did tell Jing Jinjia that the enemy's blood made me excited, but Yu Ji's passing, I only have pain in my heart! "

"The Jingjinjia's consciousness began to slacken, and his body gradually became transparent. He finally said that Yusu finally got angry...but I still haven't gotten her love..."

"I don't know if the last words of Jing Jinjia were his words of regret or guilt. I only know that after the death of Jing Jinjia, he disappeared between heaven and earth, leaving not even a speck of dust behind! It rained for a long time, and Aji's back was lonely and arrogant. I watched Aji throw the broken body of the golden armor in the muddy ground with my own eyes..."

Maybe because Qinglong was silent for too long, Huaifeng couldn't help asking: "Did Xiang Yu escape later?"

Qinglong said with a wry smile: "Actually, maybe he can escape! On that day, A Ji beheaded the general of the Han army, causing the cavalry generals of the Han army to be shocked, and the death of Concubine Yu made A Ji even more brave. Abnormal, but in the end, A Ji looked at Jiangdong from a distance, and chose to be a hero with shortness of breath."

In the pavilion of Huangquan Museum, the breeze is blowing, and the lotus pond outside the pavilion is in a romantic season.

But at this moment, above the jade hairpin, the picture in the white mist jumped strangely.

I looked at Wuxin in surprise, Wuxin's slender fingers moved the rosary steadily, but his pale face showed a strange blush.

I whispered tentatively, "Wuxin?"

Cen Ye motioned me not to disturb Wuxin, so I stopped exploring.After all, as long as this demon monk doesn't suddenly vomit blood at me, I have nothing else to worry about.

For Qinglong's reminiscence of the past, Huaifeng seems to only think that he is listening to a story.

On the stone table, the snow-white hosta is even better than Baixue. I stared intently at the green dragon in the white mist.

Qinglong looked at the silent Huaifeng, then lowered his head and laughed a few times.

But at this moment, Yusu's figure appeared behind Qinglong.

I watched Yusu's distorted fingers pat Qinglong's face, and watched Qinglong's panic-stricken expression gradually turn into shock and sorrow, and finally all was covered under a calm expression.

I watched Yusu sneer and taunt Qinglong. After the artifacts displayed in the museum were disturbed, they either whispered or sarcastically loudly.

Qinglong's experience was really tragic. I looked into Cen Ye's calm eyes, "Master, if the spirit of the jade hairpin is extinct, is there a way to make the body of the jade hairpin still have spirituality?"

To be honest, the ultimate fate of spiritual creatures whose spiritual lifespan is exhausted is the extinction of the spirit, and once the spirit is extinguished, the spirituality of the body will no longer exist, and the body without spirituality cannot continue to carry the spirit.

Wake up Yusu, once the spirit of Yusu dies, then the demon spirit residing in this jade hairpin will have no sustenance!

Cen Ye raised his eyes and glanced at me, then quickly turned his eyes to Wu Xin who was whispering, and then said to me: "The one who is best at granting and changing spirits is the master of the temple, Master Wangyou."

"But it's impossible for Master Wangyou to appear in Huangquan within three days! By then, the Qinglong Qiling will wake up, and I don't know how long it can last."

I muttered in dissatisfaction, completely forgetting that the most proud disciple of Master Wangyou was sitting in front of me.

"Wuxin seems to have obtained seven or eight percent of the true biography of Master Wangyou..."

Seeing Cen Ye's hesitant to speak, I really had some doubts about him, "Master, I have a doubt, and I have never had an answer."

Cen Ye smiled slightly, showing gentleness, "Please speak."

"The spirits who have entered the Underworld Museum don't have much time. Wouldn't it be great to put them in the Underworld Museum after they die? Why do you work so hard to appease their grievances?"

Cen Ye glanced at me indifferently, then turned to look at the willow outside the pavilion, "This is the secret of Huangquan."

I rolled my eyes a little speechlessly, and said to myself: If you love to talk or not, treat me as a rarity.

Unexpectedly, Cen Ye said to me again in the blink of an eye: "But I can tell you."

I shook my cheeks, and said with a bit of toothache: "It is the secret of Huangquan, so the owner of the museum doesn't have to praise Shaoyao."

Cen Ye looked at me with a look of no interest, shook his head and chuckled, "After being annihilated by the healed spirits, they can nourish the water and soil of the Yellow Springs. In fact, a long time ago, the daytime of the Yellow Springs was as dangerous as the night."

I couldn't help asking curiously: "Could it be because of the nourishment of spiritual things that Huang Quan became what it is today?"

"Exactly!" Cen Ye suddenly propped his head on his hands and closed his eyes, but continued to whisper: "The former Huangquan was eerie and terrifying, how can it be as good as it is today..."

However, the corners of Cen Ye's smiling mouth hadn't loosened yet, and Wuxin suddenly tightly grasped the rosary in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the gazebo, and I shook my waist and limbs a few times in a mess before I managed to stabilize my figure.

When the evil wind stopped, the pictures about Qinglong could no longer be seen in the gazebo.

I frowned and looked at Wuxin. Wuxin lowered her head and gasped for breath, as if trying to stabilize her breath.

Wuxin's complexion was not very good-looking, I looked at him with some worry, "Wuxin, you look a little weak..."

But Wuxin shook her monk robe, sat up straight, and grinned at me charmingly, "My complexion has never been very good-looking, Xiao Shaoyao, don't worry."

Seeing Wuxin's dead appearance, I couldn't help but spurn myself in the bottom of my heart, meddling in my own business!
Cen Ye looked thoughtfully at the swaying lotus outside the gazebo, but said strangely, "This lotus grows quite wonderfully."

I was still thinking about why Cen Ye came to enjoy the leisure time of appreciating flowers, but I didn't want Wuxin to stand up suddenly, flick the rosary neatly, and the lotus flower praised by Cen Ye had withered in his hand.

I immediately stood up vigilantly.

Wuxin smiled and said to me: "It's just something that gets in the way and eyesore, Xiao Shaoyao, please sit at ease."

(End of this chapter)