Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan didn't know how long he had been absent.

When the ancient craftsman Yuan closed his eyes, he was still refreshed in the eyes of the modern man Wei Yuan from Qingqiu Kingdom. The primitive pottery was still firmly placed on the table, reflecting the sunlight flowing in from the window, with delicate lines. Still, there is a touch of familiarity.

The long memory was hidden, as vague as when I remembered when I was a child.

I just remembered some important things, and most of the things and details were like weathered rocks, without any traces.

The white-haired woman smiled and said, "Remember?"

Wei Yuan raised his head, saw the wrinkles on her face and the long silver hair. He slowly connected her to the witch in his memory. He got up subconsciously, paused, and then stopped as he remembered. The way of saluting, slowly replied: "Miko Jiao... Senior."

The female Jiao nodded with satisfaction.

Wei Yuan sat down again, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue speaking.

Nv Jiao said with a hint of emotion: "The Tushan clan, which was extremely strong back then, is still alive today, and it is just you and me. I did not expect that the Kunlun immortal flower back then did not let you survive. , But let your soul not dissipate between the heaven and the earth."

"After all, even people like the Fangfeng clan who can be called the seed of the gods will dissipate their souls after death.

Wei Yuan thought of Jue in his memory.

She was just a little girl at the time, and she said whether she had a high table or not.

Thinking about her now, Wei Yuan felt a little weird in his heart, and then thought of something, and said: "How did you recognize me? Jue did not recognize the relationship between me and Yuan..."

The female Jiao said calmly: "She has only seen you three times, and she was too young at that time."

"You are the first human she communicated."

"She has a simple mind, she doesn't want you to die, so she will steal the undead flower, but the time has passed too long. I am afraid she hasn't remembered the appearance of the human craftsman or your true spirit. It was just the first contact with death. And the joy of getting the name back then, remember it all the time."

"As for me, you were once a citizen of the Tushan clan after all, and I am the witch of the Tushan generation."

Wei Yuan nodded, his expression in a trance and complexity.

Nv Jiao smiled and said: "What's the matter? You seem to be a little awkward. It's impossible to affect you only by the smell of this pottery, but if you know your past experience, shouldn't you feel arrogant? After all It's also a magnificent story."

Wei Yuan squinted his eyes and replied softly: "Is there anything to be proud of?"

"It's not Yuan that is magnificent, but that era."

"If the times change, Nayuan is just a craftsman for a lifetime. When someone came to propose marriage, he blocked it according to the rules of the time, and then attacked the crazy beast with the residents of the clan, and finally took the clan leader. What he said was recorded in a few words, and he died in his sixties, a very ordinary and boring life."

"The reason why you think I should be more proud is because that era was a time when humans and gods coexisted, and the person I blocked was called Yu. The beast I attacked was once the water **** of the Huai River system, and the text I recorded for Yu spread. In the hereafter."

"So what you really mean is that it is Yu's life that is worth remembering, not the past of Artisan Yuan."

"As his wife, you are still the same as before."

Wei Yuan's voice paused, weighing his words, and finally said, "Same as cunning."

The female Jiao smiled, with a sly smile at the corner of her mouth:

"But you were also a part of that era, so naturally there is a part that belongs to you in the magnificent waves. The materialistic view of history in the modern world seems to say this."

historical materialism?

No, there is no magic at all.

Wei Yuan was speechless for a long time, but finally just said:

"Anyway, thank you seniors today."

Regarding his name, the female Jiao didn’t have any surprises, she just responded with a smile, and then took out a box and handed it to him, saying: “This is a secret letter to the Heavenly Master’s Mansion. The identity of that evil way has been identified. In Qingqiu Kingdom, where the world has been isolated for a long time, Tianshifu knows more."

"The method that those people practiced was transformed from an orthodox text. Excluding the original true cultivation part, they chose a method of eagerness for quick success and quick profit, so that it appeared to be close to the magical path, and the reputation of that text was very good. Great, you should have heard of it."

""Tai Ping Yao Shu"."

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Wei Yuan walked out of the female Jiao's courtyard.

The whole person is still a little dazed and lost. The goddess Jue outside the courtyard is waiting quietly. Wei Yuan looks over and notices that compared with the previous year, she seems to be an ordinary person who has grown up for more than ten years, and she does not look young anymore. Not too much change, the original outline can be seen.

It’s just that the original black hair was longer. When he was young, the slight baby fat on the cheeks disappeared. Wei Yuan immediately thought that it seems that it cannot be described as baby fat. After all, Jue at that time may have a life span of several hundred years. Up.

Maybe when she died of old age in her life, she still looked no different from now.

The girl heard the sound and turned her head.

Wei Yuan was in a daze as if he saw the little guy squatting in front of the pottery in the past.

There were hardly many changes in those eyes.

The goddess said: "Yuan, you have come out."

Wei Yuan nodded, fell silent, and suddenly said, "Jue, do you like your name?"

The girl was surprised, then nodded and replied: "Of course."

"This is the name given to me by a craftsman from Tushanbu when I was very young. He is my first human friend.

"Although it has been a long time, I can still vaguely remember the story he told me about pottery. He said pottery should be used for boiling water or cooking, but everyone on Kunlun Mountain does not need to eat or drink. I had to put it in the pottery he gave me. Put some picked flowers."

Wei Yuan replied naturally: "It doesn't matter, pottery was originally used."

"It is used to hold flowers and to boil water, and there is no difference."

"You like it."

When he passed away, the last regret was that he didn't ask the little guy whether he liked the name he gave it or not. Now it seems that the original choice was not wrong, and Wei Yuan had a summary and regret that he calmed down.

Looking at Jue, who was only two years old, he was as emotional as Yuan at the time.

"As expected to be the goddess of Kunlun Mountain."

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After receiving information from Qingqiu State after interrogating the evil way, Wei Yuan also had no reason to stay in Qingqiu State. After saying goodbye to the female Jiao, he spent some time and found that he had been missing for a few days without knowing what he was doing. The black cats are on their way home.

In the museum.

Wei Yuan hung up the phone, Zhang Hao said that he would come soon, and then wiped the wooden cabinet with a soft cotton cloth dipped in water, and finally placed the pottery with primitive patterns in this corner, made by Shennong in ancient times. Pottery is passed on from generation to generation. Pottery still exists until modern times.

Wei Yuan clasped the pottery in a box made of glass.

A vertical clay pot with beast ears painted in red from the year when humans and gods coexisted.

There are imperfect vermilion glazes.

There are nine tail patterns of Tushan's family, simple and complete, with soft curves.

Yuan does it, Yu uses it, and the female Jiao keeps it.

Return to Yuan.

Museum Collection-001.

Wei Yuan wrote the number on the paper with a marker and pasted it casually.

During the period they left, Hu Ming, the Qingqiu fox, had not been idle for a while. He bought back all the books of his old friend back then. He felt that he could not let all these efforts be wasted and planned to open an old house. bookstore.

I found a lot of places in the entire Quan City, and finally decided to open it in this old city. It happened that there was a two-story loft on this old street, and I simply bought it directly.

They are being renovated recently.

Wei Yuan looked at the quaint pottery, and flashed bright pictures in his mind, but there was no way to connect them, and he simply stopped thinking about it. After all, the ancient experience was only left for him to make pottery and craftsmanship. No more jade's craftsmanship, at best you can use this craftsmanship to fake things, other than that, life is still the same.

As I was thinking, when I heard the sound of cars outside, Zhang Hao should have arrived.

Wei Yuan stepped out, and the bookstore next door opened. Wei Yuan turned his head subconsciously and wanted to say hello. It was not Hu Ming who walked out, but three girls who looked ten ** years old, one of them. Vigorous, bright eyes, a soft and gentle complexion, the girl who finally walked out wore jeans outside.

His upper body is a light-colored embroidered jacket, his skin is fair and delicate, and he is holding a thick book.

Wei Yuan's expression froze.

"Senior Wei."

Hu Mei was first excited, and then saluted honestly, Su Yan'er had already smiled softly.

Qingqiu Fox family Su family, Qingqiu Fox family Hu family.

There is also a nine-tailed fox with a bronze dagger with a black bird pattern.

Su Yuer saluted, politely and politely: "The old ancestor said that we would be involved by the wild fox spirit because we rarely contact the outside world. Before, she refused because there was no trustworthy person. Now she said that we can let us stay in this street for now. Come on, please take care of me in the future."

She added: "Of course, we have completed the transfer procedures."

"I will go to the nearest university to study."

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and saw that Hu Ming was busy putting out the book, the bookworm was creeping past, the red embroidered shoes were dancing in the room, the black iron scissors clicked and clicked, and the soldier's soul of Qi Jiajun was given to Wei Qing. The soul-raising wood that I brought back was pruning branches, the water ghost was drinking Coke secretly, and the five-hundred-year-old black cat lay on the roof to bask in the sun, making a gurgling sound.

The years are quiet and ordinary and ordinary, well, at least it looks ordinary.

The opposite flower shop opened.

Zhang Hao was getting out of the car, greeted him, and said, "Master Wei, you are back from the tour."

Su Yuer next to her politely said:

"Uncle Wei, you still have guests, so we won't bother you."

Zhang Hao glanced at Su Yuer and curiously said:

"Unexpectedly, Master Wei Guan, your niece is so old."

Wei Yuan was silent and explained: "I'm just a little older."

"Come, come in and sit down."

"Okay~www.readwn.com~ Wei Yuan opened the door, Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng followed behind, and entered this small museum. When the door opened, the bell behind the door rang slightly and Wei Yuan fell over them. Two cups of tea, sitting on the sofa, exhaled.

………………

My name is Wei Yuan.

An ordinary museum owner.

There is a potted plant and a cat in the house.

There is an old friend's flower shop opposite my house, and next door is a newly opened old book reading room.

The owner of the bookstore is surnamed Hu, and he is fostering three high school students from his hometown.

Live a normal and stable life in the old city.

PS: The second one today...

Thank you for my reward, thank you~