Museum of Demons

"Town Demon Museum (

The remnants of the true spirit from the past emerged from the nine-segment scepter and slowly fell into Wei Yuan. Outside of the Crouching Tiger Judgment, it came from the great sage teacher Zhang Jiao. It was originally the purest Taiping Taoist method. Gathering again, spanning the long years, turned into a way different from Crouching Tiger.

The true spirit is scattered in the great thousand, but the breath-eater does not die.

Therefore, Taoism is immortal.

Wei Yuan's original second-level Crouching Tiger Jue was directly capped with the help of this Taiping Taoist preacher, and could break through at any time, and then seemed to have experienced a long period of polishing, and gradually stabilized without the slightest riot.

He sat in meditation for a day and a night in front of the nine-scepter.

Only then did the sadness slowly converged, and he was silent for a long time, and searched out the inheritance of Taipingdao.

Suddenly, it was discovered that the Taiping Road, which had been declining in this era, was actually listed as an orthodox avenue in ancient times, and eventually became the Taipingbu listed in the Shenzhou Daotong, one of the three caves and four supplements. It is an absolute grand avenue and has not been lost.

Wei Yuan sat in a daze for a long time, with a little relief in his heart. It seems that at least he did not let the Taiping Dao be lost after all, and he did not live up to the entrustment of the great sage and mentor, leaving a legacy in this world and making it one of the great avenues.

I just don't know what happened in the Song Dynasty.

As the Shenzhou Taoist temple, the Taiping Department with three holes and four supplements actually declined during this period.

Wei Yuan thought a little, and was silent for a long time. He began to search for the battle of Guangzong on his mobile phone. After typing these four words, his actions stopped for a while before he pressed the search button. Under the influence of modern technology, a large amount of information was transferred. Come out and put it in front of him, but in fact most of it is about the Yellow Turban Uprising.

There is very little part about the battle of Guangzong.

It's just the end of the Yellow Turban Army.

Wei Yuan saw that in the battle of Guangzong, more than 30,000 people died in the Yellow Turban, and more than 50,000 people died in the water. General Zhang Liang died in the battle, and the original Yellow Turban disappeared in the Jizhou Department.

After that, Zhang Baosuo led the Yellow Turban army and killed 100,000 people.

The real yellow scarf disappeared.

But there are still Taipingdao disciples fighting alone everywhere.

There are also many thieves who use the name of the Yellow Turban to burn, kill, and looting.

In history, there are only lines of cold words, but to him, they are people who have really lived.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes.

Thirty thousand people died in battle, that was the queen, and the fifty thousand people who died in the water were not soldiers at all, but family members, wives, children, and children.

Huangfu Song...relentless.

Wei Yuan finally suppressed his emotions, but when he lowered his head and saw that line, after the Battle of Guangzong, Zhang Jiao was broken into a coffin and slaughtered his corpse, and when he returned to the capital and passed his head to Luoyang, he still felt it. A burst of dizziness, an indescribable tingling irritated the heart.

It was rolling, and even **** gas appeared in his mouth.

A kind of sadness and pain belonging to the past.

It turns out that there is really too much grief and coughing up blood and hurting the mind.

At this time, the Crouching Tiger's waist card suddenly whistling and slowly lit up, and the last strands of true spirits on the last nine scepters escaped, and the two treasures interlaced, transforming into the final short-lived picture——

Cao Mengde, once served as a Lieutenant of Sili.

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Tang Zhou finally settled down after Zhang Jiao died. I don’t know whether it was guilt or for other reasons. After he learned that the young Taoist who had eaten to himself and saved his life had died, even Zhang Liang was dead. After being beheaded, he got drunk.

Soon after the edict of the Ling Emperor came down, Zhang Jiao was very sinful, and the emperor asked Huang Fu Song to behead Zhang Jiao.

Pickled the first grade, and rushed to Luoyang, the capital city, for the first thousand miles.

The Han army found Zhang Jiao’s coffin, planed it out, and wanted to behead it. After Tang Zhou heard about it, he hurried over, ignoring the headache of a hangover. The guard and responsible for this matter was the one in red with one hand. Riding whip, an energetic young man, Tang Zhou's heart, who had almost been pierced by an arrow through his forehead, had lingering fears.

However, thinking that Zhang Jiao was still uncomfortable, he still mustered the courage, and after a moment of greeting, he immediately asked the young man: "I don't know where is the head of the culprit Zhang Jiao?"

The young man in red, holding a horse whip in his hand, pointed to a square box on the table, and said with a smile:

"Not here?"

Tang Zhou was overjoyed and asked again, "I wonder if Zhou can see the thief's head?"

The young man in red smiled and raised his hand, and said, "Please."

Tang Zhou moved forward, he was still a bit excited before, but as the wooden box that was in full bloom was close at hand, he felt a little sad, recalling the young Taoist who laughed harmlessly when he first saw him, but In the end, the smile at the corner of the boy's mouth was replaced by the dancing girl's spinning colored silk, his palm no longer trembling, and he opened the box.

The wooden box was empty, nothing.

Tang Zhou's thoughts stagnated-

What about the first level?

Before I had time to ask, a knife light exploded. Soon Tang Zhou only felt a pain in his neck, and his head fell down and fell into the box. The young man in red closed the box, patted the blood on his body, and mocked:

"This is the first level."

"Won't Yuan ask you to be so rough?"

The young man with the knife just grinned.

The young man in red handed the box to the young man next to him. They didn’t care. They were all heads. In order to preserve them for a long time, they had to be pickled with lime. At that time, no one could see the difference, even though Zhang Jiao was just the head of the thief. , But he still felt a little unhappy about things like slaughtering corpses and beheading.

Moreover, your majesty may not necessarily care what the uprising man looks like.

The young man with a knife said: "General Huangfusong said that this time I will give it to Lu Shangshu."

"Only in this way can he be spared his serious sins and save him out of trouble, Meng De, do you agree?"

"Naturally agree."

"...Why? Now everyone in the world is trying to get ahead."

The red-clothed youth's face was full of spirits, a horse whip was pointed forward, and he laughed:

"A few military rewards, if you can exchange for Huangfusong and Lu Zhi, wouldn’t it be a great blessing? Besides, you and I are from big clans, and there is no shortage of opportunities for promotion. But today, I’m closed. What I ask for is a big name. What about the official Wujue?!"

"Thousands of years later, this minister, general, and school are all dead, but a handful of loess, who remembers? And the world calls me, alone Cao Mengde!"

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Yuan was caught in the torrent of water, tired and sad, and didn't know when he was rushed to a flat ground.

Several Han soldiers found him, even if he didn’t have a yellow scarf on his head, they all subconsciously judged that he was a person who had descended from Guangzong City. When he was about to kill him, the leading elementary school suddenly looked at him. The newly woven straw sandals on the boy’s feet were a bit familiar, and he quickly blocked the Han army, saying:

"When I was in Zhuojun Ranger, I once saw an older brother, a member of the Liu clan, who was a disciple of Lu Zhi, the prefect of Jiujiang. When he was young and poor, he used to weave and sell shoes. There is a knot on this shoe. What he did, this should be his deceased person, not the Yellow Turban thief."

When many Han soldiers heard Lu Zhi's name, they barely managed to contain the hostility.

The small school took out his soldier and horse talisman, randomly tore the cloth and wrote a document similar to proving that the person was not a yellow turban thief, then pressed his mark, took out a little grain and gave it to A Yuan, so that he could settle down. Some place.

The young man knew that Zhang Liang and Uncle Niu had passed away. Even though he knew that he could not die easily, he was still a bit at a loss under the great compassion. He wanted to go to his uncle Zhang Bao, but on the way he knew that Uncle Niu also chose to join the Han army. Desperate fight, the news of the final defeat and death.

He became a traveling doctor, healed people, and silently searched for someone who could bear the Taiping Tianshu and open up a world of peace and virtue, but found nothing. This winter, he met a family of young and old, when he treated the old man. , Hearing the familiar word Si Li, he was startled.

But it was the old man who said that their ancestor Zhugefeng, who had a line of ancestor Zhugefeng, had served as a Lieutenant in the Yuan Emperor of the Western Han Dynasty. This time, he had to defect to them during the disaster year.

The old man looked towards Yuan and saw that the young man was weak. Although he was mature and silent, he still had a medical skill. He pityed the child's weakness and said: "If you don't dislike Yuan Yuan, you might as well join us to join my distant relative."

Thinking of the teacher's dying entrustment, the boy nodded, his voice hoarse: "I don't know where to go?"

The old man was surprised that he opened his mouth, smiled and replied:

"Langya Yangdu."

This year, the winter of the first year of Zhongping.

The last flame of the Yellow Turban was engulfed in the troubled times, and took the heavenly book to the land of Langya.

This year, Langya had a child who was only three years old. His father was a foreign official, and his mother also died that year.

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The picture in front of Wei Yuan slowly dissipated, and the power on the Jiujie Scepter had dissipated. What it recorded was that the past from Yu Yuan could no longer appear. Wei Yuan stayed silent for a long time and stretched out his hand to stroke the Jiujie Scepter. He knew that era. He didn't die with the Yellow Turban, so where are the remaining memories?

He thought that according to the legend, Zhang Jiao wrote the key to peace.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, Wei Yuan's thoughts slowly recovered, and Lin Li's voice sounded outside: "Master Weiguan? Master Weiguan, how are you?"

"You have not eaten for three days."

Wei Yuan got up slowly, naturally holding the nine-section staff in one hand, and walked towards the door. Lin Li was a little worried outside the door. The old gentleman of the Lin family next to him was also a little curious at the moment. This Wei Yuan pavilion owner did not eat for three days. What is going on without drinking.

Lin Li had to knock on the door, and the door was opened from inside.

She was stunned, while the old man next to him looked slightly startled, seeing the young man in modern clothes walking out in the dark, holding the nine-segment scepter in one hand, it seemed that there was no sense of inconsistency at all, just like him. Really hold this thing, the breath is harmonious.

In a trance, he seemed to see a young Taoist man in a linen robes, spanning the years with clear eyes.

But in an instant this trance illusion disappeared.

It's still just a modern young man with short hair and a black button-up dress.

But the old man of the Lin family still feels hesitant in his heart. After all, the nine-section scepter can be regarded as a thing that is comparable to the male and female dragon and tiger swords. It has its own true spirit. It is completely different from ordinary magic weapons. Wei Yuan asked clearly what he was coming from. The second reason was to take away the nine-segment rod, because this thing is too attractive to the monks of Taipingdao, and needs to be sent to the Tianshi's mansion as soon as possible.

Wei Yuan fell silent, raised his hand and passed the nine-section staff that had been engraved with the secret text, and whispered softly.

"Be kind to it."

The old man nodded and took it, his pupils contracted slightly, and he felt a tingling pain in his palm.

Slowly glanced at Wei Yuan, without saying much.

And Lin Li thought of the strength that the young museum owner had previously shown, and said, "Master Wei, those Taipingdao monks should not give up easily. I wonder if you can help?"

After Lin Li had said this, her voice paused slightly, and she suddenly remembered that her friend Zhou Yi had said it to herself. She also hoped to recruit the owner of the museum to join the special operations team.

However, the latter rejected it for reasons like ~www.readwn.com~ wishing to live the life of an ordinary person. He could not help lowering his head and quietly spit out his tongue. It seemed that he had said something wrong and wanted to I said that I don’t want to be involved in this matter, but I heard the young museum’s main message:

"Okay."

"The owner, you don't want to participate..."

Lin Li's eyes widened and looked at each other subconsciously.

Huh Huh Huh? ? ?

accepted? !

The curator, did he change his temper? !

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Wei Yuan bid farewell to the two people of Shang Qingzong with different faces, and then sat in the quiet room by himself. He thought of his own choice. At that time, he was exposed to the truth of this world, and he was a little scared in his heart. He didn't want to participate in the crisis. Extraordinary world, think about it now, that original idea has long since disappeared, because...

He looked at the bustling city outside the window, silent for a long time, his expression gentle and soft.

Creating the future and guarding this era is originally the responsibility of ‘our’.

Isn’t it, teacher, Uncle Liu, Yu...

However, I still choose to be alone.

Faces flashed before his eyes.

Finally he toasted.

In the end, it was just drinking tea alone.

PS: The first one is three thousand eight hundred words. I'm a little late, sorry.

Thank you for the leader of Czdian, thank you~ Then today's second is more likely to be a little bit less, we have to push the next line, thank you for your love, I can only work hard to write this book, and hope to be right for everyone.

In fact, the core of this book comes from one of my occasional brain holes.

If an ordinary person in modern society is not bad and has a sense of justice, but he also values ​​his life and is unwilling to take risks. If such a person is accompanied by the journey of generations of heroes, what will he be shaped into in the end... ………