Museum of Demons

"Town Demon Museum (!

Wei Yuan looked at the goddess in amazement, and repeated the girl's words:

"Sleep now? Here?"

The goddess nodded and said: "If it is an alchemy spell, you may be able to detect some clues when you fall asleep now, and then you can confirm where your dream originated and whether it is related to the mountain king."

The girl said so, and Wei Yuan had to lie on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. The sofa couldn’t let him put his whole body down, with his calves hanging down, wearing a long skirt and shirt, and a modern-dressed lady sitting on the back. With a wicker chair, it was less than half a meter away from him.

The girl lowered her head and looked at the scroll on her lap.

There are flowers all around, and the sound of fingers rustling across the paper rustles.

White steam rose from the spout of the teapot.

Woo-

It's a bit like when I was a child at my grandmother's house.

Wei Yuan's heart slowly calmed down, and then fell asleep in a daze.

…………

The vision in the dream is still the gloomy sky and the earth. Taoist temple is wrapped in a thick fog that was indistinguishable from the naked eye. Wei Yuan stands in Taoist temple. The interior of this kind of building is always empty and tall, and it looks extremely gloomy. The statue of the stone sculpture was draped in golden red cloth, sitting on a high place overlooking him, with a stunned smile on his mouth.

Perhaps it did not expect that this person would come back even after breaking free from the dream.

Wei Yuan noticed that this time he seemed to be closer to the idol.

Accompanied by the low roar of the tiger, the entire Taoist temple changed again and made the head of the ferocious tiger. It was about to be bitten off severely. Wei Yuan raised his hand, the accustomed octagonal sword appeared in his hand, raised his hand and tried to slash it horizontally. But looking at his long sword, which is not much larger than the tiger's fangs, I really feel bleak.

But at this moment, Wei Yuan heard a light, squeaky voice.

It's the rustling sound when your finger is running across the paper.

This dream solidified in an instant. The ferocious tiger and Senhan's teeth seemed to fade away, and the whole world turned gray. Wei Yuan drew his sword and looked around with a blank expression on his face. Then he saw the goddess holding the scroll. Appeared in his dream.

The goddess stepped to Wei Yuan, looked at this real dream, stretched out her hand and swept it, and then the dream turned into flying ash in a flash, leaving only a black talisman with blood-like patterns in it. After this talisman was taken out, the dream was also fragmented.

Wei Yuan slowly opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of the flower shop.

In the next teapot, the water has just boiled.

The goddess holds a talisman in her hand. The talisman seems to be a living creature with spirituality, constantly bumping from left to right, trying to fly out, but in any case unable to break free from the shackles of the girl's palm, and finally slowly loses mana and spirituality, and disappears. not see.

She looked at Wei Yuan: "It's Birch."

"There are still big monsters left in this era."

Wei Yuan doubted: "Borgy?"

The goddess thought for a while and said:

"Burch Eat Dreams."

"In the winter of the Qin and Han Dynasties, there are often big Nuo sacrifices. Among them, children sing the song of the twelve beasts to eat ghosts. It is Birch who is responsible for eating dreams. Since the big demon who feeds on dreams, it is common to control dreams and create illusions. Rationale."

"When did you forge a feud with Birch and let it leave its mark on you?"

Wei Yuan was about to shake his head, but thought of the strange power and chaos picture scroll, another maid holding a lamp under the seat of the mountain king, her expression condensed, and she told the goddess about this matter again. The girl thoughtfully said:

"If this is the case, it is very likely that Birch is an entire monster race, who was once subdued by humans to devour the evil spirits in dreams. The mountain monarch was named by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, so there is a Birch as the genus of the mountain monarch. It's normal to download."

"It may be because she has a deep relationship with the painted skin Jin Yuniao who was killed by you, so she will kill you with a dream, or maybe you previously killed the Shanjun body, unknowingly being left behind, it is that Mr. Wei Shan asked you to die in a dream unknowingly."

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, once again realizing the meticulous methods of these monsters in ancient times, and smiled bitterly:

"If I was swallowed by that tiger in my dream..."

Tiannv said: "Dreams are related to souls. You continue to die in dreams. Once the number of times increases, it will cause the overflow of three souls and seven souls. The soul dies while the body is still alive. In the pre-Qin period, many alchemy were aimed at the soul instead of the body. , Because it is not easy to be tracked for revenge."

"This brand has been removed by me, but I am afraid you have been targeted."

"If the mountain monarch enters the world, he should find you directly. In addition, artificially manipulating dreams is a two-way spell. That Birch has just broken free from the seal, and his cultivation should not have recovered much. What you have seen The Taoist temple may mean that Lord Shan and Birqi are now hiding in the Taoist temple."

"And it should not be extremely far away."

"Otherwise, her current mana should not be able to cast spells in her dream."

The heavenly woman’s voice was soft and gentle, and she whispered what Wei Yuan didn’t know about the source, reason, and hidden dangers of that fierce dream. Wei Yuan settled down and lifted the sword in his hand. There was another ray of blood on the sword, and he curiously said: "Then this sword is..."

The goddess stretched out her finger and flicked the sword slightly, saying:

"This sword should have cut a lot of demons in a short time, right?"

Wei Yuan nodded, following his memory, counting one by one:

"Painted skin, five wild ghost generals, evil demon, ghost domain ghost king, and the original physical body of the mountain king, I all walked through this sword."

The goddess showed a faint smile, and said in a light and gentle tone: "Then it's normal."

"In ancient times, there was a famous sword psychic warning. The material and casting craftsmanship of your sword are very good, and you have killed these monsters and big monsters. The sword has drawn the blood of the evil spirits, and it should have spontaneous spirituality. There should be a sword forging method in the Tiger Legacy, and you can find a way to recast this sword."

"In the pre-Qin period, there were conflicts between various countries. During the Qin and Han dynasties, the style of rangers was very strong. In addition to the swordsmanship of fighting each other, there was also the method of'strike with the sword at a distance.' Lei quilt is one of the best, you can try to practice."

"In addition, your broken sword seems to be a place where the souls of the yin and souls are sent?"

Wei Yuan nodded, drew out the broken sword, and explained in detail about the soldier soul of the Qi family. The goddess thoughtfully said: "Then you can transfer his soul-retaining place to the soul-raising in your house. Mu Shang, fight back like this, if Broken Sword is injured, it won't hurt him."

Wei Yuan naturally nodded and agreed, and asked if this kind of spell is also in the inheritance of Crouching Tiger. The goddess put down the scroll at will, got up and walked to the museum, saying: "This is just a very simple spell. I have seen Ji Han's The prime minister, he was studying the technique of soul continuation at that time, and I was on the sidelines, so I knew a thing or two about this technique. I can help you solve it with a little effort."

Wei Yuan curiously asked, "Jihan's prime minister, Zhuge Liang?"

"What kind of person is he?"

The goddess thought for a while and replied:

"When I was young, I liked to laugh and laughed very calmly. He didn't seem to be doing music, writing, playing chess, organ skills, Qimen Dunjia, heaven and earth evil, and even planting land, growing flowers, cooking, and pleasing his wife. The things that can't be said, if you walk into the fairy road, maybe not weaker than Zhang Daoling's wizards."

"But after forty years old, I rarely laugh again. I once saw him in Nanyang and listened to him sing with a few friends. But when I went back to the mountain for a while, when he came back to the world, he had no way to be the same as before. Fuqin screamed."

"It seems that a man named Liu Bei died."

The goddess easily pinned the soul of the Qi family's army on the soul-raising tree, and then said:

"For us, the feelings between humans and humans are sometimes not so easy to understand."

Wei Yuan nodded. From the girl in front of her, she noticed something different from her appearance, a heavy feeling from the years, just like just now, there are some hard-to-solve problems for herself, and she can easily see the origin. And give yourself guidance on cultivation.

For myself, people or things that are just symbols in history, for girls, are old people who have really met and met and left after saying goodbye to each other.

At this time, the repairer Wei Yuan had reserved early in the morning came over on a small motorcycle.

Looking at the refrigerator, the calmness on the master's face slowly disappeared.

He clamped a cigarette and looked at the refrigerator door that seemed to be provoking his career. His hand trembling with the cigarette, accidentally? How hard does it take for Nima to accidentally cut such a seam with a kitchen knife? He looked at the gentle and elegant goddess and Wei Yuan, who looked normal. The master left a sentence and changed it. He couldn't fix it. He rode a cigarette and left on a small motorcycle, thinking about whether he should call the police on the road.

If this is domestic violence, if two people fight, is the little girl too pitiful?

Wei Yuan glanced at his few dead ghosts:

"Can't fix it."

The water ghost made a trip to the ground, grinning.

Wei Yuan sighed, "I'll buy it."

So the water ghost stood up again, full of energy.

The goddess looked at the refrigerator and said curiously: "What is this?"

Wei Yuan was stunned and said, "Heavenly Master Mansion didn't explain to you?"

Seeing the goddess shook his head, Wei Yuan had to explain the purpose of the refrigerator, thought about it, and said:

"I'm going to the home appliance market. Jue, do you want to go together and take a look outside?"

The goddess groaned slightly and nodded cheerfully.

After some discussions, I decided to go there by bus.

Because the goddess seems to be curious about this kind of modern carriage that can carry many people, and I want to try it myself.

While waiting for the bus, Wei Yuan couldn't help but whispered: "Jue, do you know how to ride the bus..."

The girl nodded calmly.

Wei Yuan relaxed.

First got in the car and turned around.

Seeing the girl stepping up the steps, she took out a broken piece of silver from her cuff, and naturally stuffed it to the place where the money was collected. The silver gleamed with the special luster of precious metals, but the driver became alert. Wei Yuan's eyes twitched, almost Instinctively raised his hand, swiped it and grabbed the broken silver in his hand, then took out the bus card and swiped it, and smiled at the impatient driver:

"I brushed it for her."

Then she winked at the goddess and sat behind the bus.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan asked the goddess to sit by the window, sitting next to him, opened his hand, looked at the heavy silver in his palm, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

it is true.

The girl frowned, tilted her head, looked at Wei Yuan, her mouth opened and closed silently:

"What did I do wrong?"

"There should be nothing wrong with paying money by bus."

Wei Yuan also opened his mouth and said silently: "I want to give money~www.readwn.com~ But this thing can't be used to take the bus."

"why?"

The bus drove slowly through the old city with a gentle slope. The pale red elm petals fell with the wind, and the sun hit the heavenly woman’s cheeks. She looked at Wei Yuan curiously. Seemingly at a loss without understanding, he emphasized:

"Why is silver not money?!"

Wei Yuan: "..."

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Everyday is so **** hard to write, throwing the table

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