Museum of Demons

Shenzhou·Hongwu Seven Years·Winter—

There has been heavy snow in the north, but it is still raining in the south.

It may occasionally snow, but it quickly turned into rain. The thick clothes I wore were beaten by the snow, and it was thick and heavy. The dampness and chill were almost like a needle in the bones. Boots It was also full of snow cement paste, mixed in socks, and it was very uncomfortable to walk around.

The rain pattered underground, and it seemed that there was no time to stop.

The Great Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of Hongwu changed Jiqing to Yingtianfu, also known as Jingshi. Arriving near the south of the Yangtze River means that it is not far from the capital of Daming. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is also different from the roughness of the north wind. It is as delicate as the waterline and passionate. The woman seems to be covered with a layer of fog in the mountains in the city.

As for winter, it is Hedong Lion Roar.

A group of people hurried on the road.

They were originally going to Yingtian Mansion to catch the early morning of New Year's Day next year. However, they suffered such heavy rain halfway through. They couldn't reach the village or the shop behind, so they had to reluctantly rush, and finally saw a faintly ruined temple in front of everyone. Overjoyed, hurried over to take shelter from the rain.

Among the group of people, the head is a rather refined old man.

Although it was raining, the temperament was still calm and plain, but it was a bit of the smell of the Dongpo layman's bamboo stick and mang shoes in the past. Just looking at the messy traces left in the temple, the old man's face showed a trace of sorrow, and he whispered with emotion:

"Xing, people suffer, die, people suffer..."

This is an article written by a composer in the past. He saw this ruined temple, and he couldn't help but think about things.

At that time, the Yuan Dynasty was tyrannical, and the Han people were not as good as the troubled times.

Since ancient times, the prosperous city of Yangzhou, even after the war, there were only eighteen households left. You can imagine what the tragedy of those ordinary villages would be. This kind of **** temple that was originally in a village or town failed to shelter in the end. People who have been offering incense every year.

People were separated, and the **** statues made of clay tiles and stones were blown away by the rain and the wind.

Thinking of this, his face became more sad.

A man next to him heard the words, his face changed slightly, and he pulled the old man down and said:

"Father, speak carefully, speak carefully."

The elegant old man reacted, comforted his son, and smiled freely: "Don't worry, it's just a feeling for the father. Besides, you know here and I know that I and today are also living and dead, and he won't be because of a sentence or two. I blamed it for words."

Liu Lian looked behind him. It was an old servant who had followed them for more than ten years. He was honest and sincere, and he was conscientious in dealing with people and things.

Besides, after returning to the hometown from the official post, my father was already loyal to Daming without discussing state affairs, and he was relieved that he would not be really angry when he came to this day.

At this time, the old man suddenly saw that there was another person in this ruined temple.

It was a man in a blue shirt. At a glance, he was about twenty years old, but if you look closely, he seemed to be in his thirties. His eyes were peaceful and his temperament was light. Liu Bowen was startled slightly, and he was immediately delighted. Temperament, nodded politely, and greeted with a smile:

"Unexpectedly, there are people who take shelter from the rain in this ruined temple. If your husband doesn't mind, it's better to come here to get warm together."

The green shirt man thought for a while, but he didn't refuse, and got up.

When he sat down, the servant added firewood to cook the soup, and when he raised his eyes to scan the young man, he saw that the latter also looked over carelessly, but the old servant felt that his hands and feet were numb, and a chill was growing in his heart. He suddenly bowed his head, only daring Go pack things.

Liu Bowen asked politely: "I don't know Mr.'s name yet."

The man in the green shirt was silent, shook his head, and said:

"I have forgotten the past, I can't remember anything."

"It's just that when I fall asleep, I vaguely remember... It seems that many people call me Yuan."

"The world is vast, this word and those dream sounds are the last anchor I remember."

"The old man can call me like that."

"deep…"

Liu Bowen admired: "Yuan Zhen Yuezhi, a good name."

Yuan said indifferently: "You shouldn't have these four words, but your servant, old gentleman, is hidden. I have walked on the rivers and lakes these years, and there are few methods of restraining interest that can compare with this person. I don't know the secret. What is it doing?"

The old servant stiffened.

He was pulled and persuaded by the personal guards of the Great Emperor Hongwu. He secretly participated in an undisclosed iron guard called Jinyiwei, who was specifically responsible for supervising hundreds of officials. After Liu Bowen returned to his hometown in the fourth year of Hongwu, he always kept Liu Bowen’s situation in each case. Yue wrote to the imperial city.

Unexpectedly, the people who came across on this road will be embarrassed at a glance.

Liu Bowen was startled, as if he didn't understand this sentence at all, he just laughed casually:

"After all, he survived the battlefield back then, and he has some abilities."

He took a sip of hot water to warm up his body, and suddenly smiled:

"Mr. Yuan is here, is he waiting specifically for Liu?"

Liu Lian was startled, Jin Yiwei next to him was also stunned, holding the knife subconsciously.

The green shirt man said: "Yes."

"You really look a lot like him, very smart."

Liu Bowen was startled and asked: "He?"

Yuan looked at him, fell silent, and said softly: "I don't know why, I always think you are very familiar...I used to have seen someone very similar to you before, and I remember that I was very close to him. "

Liu Bowen frowned in confusion.

He did not remember that he recognized the young man in front of him.

Then I heard the young man say plainly:

"It's just that I have forgotten who he is, and I don't remember what I have experienced with him."

Liu Bowen was startled, looking at the young man with a pale expression, and sighed for a long while:

"Isn't this bitter?"

There seemed to be pictures flashing before the eyes of the man in the green shirt. Inside there were immature children, a young man with a flick of a piano, a young man with flying eyebrows, and finally a gray-haired old man, but in the end it turned into a certain afternoon, revealing his belly sleeping soundly. Child, he seems to be reaching out to that child.

It's just that everything is like looking at flowers in the mist after all, not real.

He frowned, shook his head, without a trace of emotion, said:

"Because I have forgotten all of them, there is nothing bitter or not."

"I don't remember him."

Liu Bowen looked at the young man in front of him, and the latter said that he did not remember, so he was not suffering, but even those experiences, emotions, and those whom he valued had already forgotten. How could the word suffering be described? Is it bitter? I don’t feel it, so why talk about suffering? Isn’t it suffering? Forgetting everything, how can it be said that it is not bitter?

Even Liu Bowen didn't know how to describe this kind of feeling, and finally turned into a sigh, and said, "So, Mr. Yuan, why are you stopping me?"

The young man said: "You have something that belongs to me."

Liu Bowen was startled.

The young man's eyes swept across, and he uttered a word.

"Taiping Yaoshu fragments."

The complexion of several people present changed drastically.

…………

In the third year of Hongwu, Liu Bowen received the sincerity count, and he returned to his hometown directly in the second year.

In name, it was to return to the hometown. In fact, it was in that year that Liu Bowen received the legendary forbidden book on Slashing the Dragon Vessel passed by Zhang Jiao, a great mentor in the late Han Dynasty. To embark on the road that is destined to have no turning back.

He told his friends that he still couldn't forget the scene where China almost broke off under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty.

Tears fell.

Han'er speaks hu'er, but scolds the Han people at the top of the city.

After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, in order to reshape China, Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang had to forcefully issue a decree. In the "Yu Zhongyuan" he proposed to'restore China','recover China's old', and forcibly restore China's clothing and customs, which cost a lot of money. The manpower and material resources of the People’s Republic of China have restored the spirit of China.

Finally in Suzhou, Yangzhou, Jiangnan Road, it is no longer the clothes of the Yuan Dynasty.

Liu Bowen still has lingering fears about the tragedy of that year, so he is willing to go this way.

However, he understands that his own Taoism cannot support cutting the dragon veins at all, so he took advantage of the pre-Qin feng shui method to cut the dragon with the help of the world. To exchange money for the land of the earth is equivalent to cutting the flesh and blood of the dragon's veins bit by bit.

And the backlash of Qi Luck is returned to thousands of people, there is not much.

In the dragon vein throat, a well was drilled, which is equivalent to directly locking the throat and nailing the dragon to death.

In Lanzhou, deep digging was carried out at Fulongping in Nanshan to cut off the source of the dragon veins. Four more nailed dragon piles were built in Fulongping, so that the dragon vein could no longer turn over, and the Fulong Pavilion and Fulong Pavilion were built immediately to suppress the remnant soul of the dragon vein.

The start is fierce enough.

But even after exhausting all his efforts to disperse Dragon Slash's backlash, Liu Bowen still felt that his body was getting weaker.

He didn't conceal his purpose, but said frankly: "In order to continue my Huaxia line, even if this body is frightened, it will be overwhelmed, and I will not hesitate."

The man in the green shirt thoughtfully said, "...that's how it is."

"However, it's still wrong."

Liu Bowen was startled, even if it was a little bit of dislike in his heart, he coughed and smiled and asked:

"The old man did do something like killing the dragon veins and losing life, but it was also for the sake of my Huaxia. I thought I was worthy of the world. What's wrong?"

Yuan glanced at him and said, "For China, indeed, but not also for Daming?"

Bowen Liu: "??!"

He suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

The green shirt man said: "The dragon veins that you killed are mostly Jiangnan and Central Plains who competed with Daming for luck. This is indeed a stable rule, but it will inevitably affect the birth of outstanding people... But, wait for hundreds of years, if it is The dragon veins that were born in the Central Plains and Jiangnan took advantage of the momentum, and finally stabilized, it was my Huaxia line."

"And you have cut these dragon veins now, and the outstanding person is declining. Once Daming is dead one day and a foreign race is killed from outside, won't Huaxia also fall?"

It is still in the Hongwu period, Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang sweeps away the enemy and restores China.

Someone dared to say such things outside of Yingtian Mansion.

For an instant, even Liu Bowen was stunned, and his heart was turned upside down.

That Jin Yiwei drew his sword instantly.

However, the man in the green shirt raised his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and directly pressed it back with a sharp sound. The wind and rain were heavier outside, and Yuan slowly got up, threw the fragment of the Taiping Essentials technique back into Liu Bowen's arms, and glanced startled. Liu Bowen was lost, UU read www.uukanshu.com and said:

"I will put this thing on you first, and then I will take it. Your aura has changed. In the past three years, you have killed too many Shenzhou dragon veins. When I enter Beijing this time, I will see Zhu Yuanzhang. The shock and backlash will undoubtedly lead to death, and medicine and stone are difficult to cure."

His voice paused, and said: "You said you are for Yanhuang Huaxia, but how can you kill the dragon veins of the Central Plains?"

"If you still have the courage and pride..."

The man in the green shirt had turned around and walked into the wind and rain, and his calm voice fell from the rain.

Falling into Liu Bowen’s ears, shocking and deafening—

"Why not kill the poisonous dragon outside the Northeast Pass?!"

PS: The second update today...Three thousand four hundred words.

Although they are some obvious auxiliary foreshadowing chapters, I hope they can be written a bit interesting.

I really like the last scene~ Good night everyone, go to bed~