Museum of Demons

Artwork is alive.

They carry the emotions of the maker, they watch the life of the user, and then pass on these things from generation to generation until the day when they are also broken, but even if they are broken, in front of the true friends, those promises remain. , Still exudes dazzling brilliance.

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I don't know how many times I saw that scene in my dream.

Enemies rushing violently, the enemy not only comes from the earth, not only from the opponent, but also from the inside of the court, and even from the sky. Over the five hundred years, the originally powerful empire has become a rotten chariot. Finally, He tried his best, but was only defeated.

The tall and heroic man in the picture stepped onto the tall building with a brazen laugh.

Looking at the distant sky and the enemies on the earth.

Toast and drink.

The tall buildings were finally burned to the ground.

Along with the emperor's great deeds and ambitions were buried together.

The bronze wine bottle fell to the ground, tumbled to the ground.

Dong Yuefeng slowly opened his eyes, sighed, and looked out of the window. The city is not asleep yet, and the lights of the vehicles can be seen outside. The modern night is different from what he is familiar with. It's more than ten o'clock outside. The same is still lively.

He was awakened and lost sleep for a while.

After washing his face, simply wearing pajamas, holding a lamp and walking to a bookshelf, here are his collections, the treasures he has collected in his life, and he has decided to donate all these collections after his death. But whether one should be donated, he still hesitated.

He stroked the special collection on the bookcase.

It is a bronze ware. It is a bronze jewel. It has a flat body and a flat bottom. The stream is slightly widened. The tail is short. There are delicate lines on the top. It looks quaint and noble. The bottom has the three words "Yong Xian Yong Zhuo", but there is only one place. The traces of the potholes seem to be the traces left by falling on the stone, which affects the overall appearance, which makes people feel a bit pity.

Dong Yuefeng heard an old voice in his ears: "Little guy, did you have that dream again?"

Dong Yuefeng has gray hair, but in this voice, he is still just a little guy.

He smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Jue, I did it again, and I couldn't sleep a little."

Artwork has its own life.

This is a sentence he often talks about, but this is not just an empty word, or a so-called metaphysical exaggeration, but a plain conclusion.

He has been able to hear the sound of ancient artifacts since he was a child, and then he has been protecting this bronze sage from the Shang dynasty by his side. Under the guidance of this bronze sage, he has slowly become a history that is counted in the entire Shenzhou area. A scientist, as well as a pottery master, can be considered wonderful enough in his life.

He sat down, took down the quaint and heavy bronze prince, helped the reading glasses, and sighed:

"Dreaming again."

"I don't know how many more times I can dream, or how long it will take after I leave before you can meet someone who can hear your voice again."

Bronze Lord didn't care, and said: "I will always encounter it. I can give birth to spiritual wisdom and be able to see this era. It is already the best fortune. There is no dissatisfaction with this annihilation."

Dong Yuefeng didn't say anything, but moved his lower body and said:

"Mr. Jue, it's rare for you to wake up too, let's talk about it, the story of Di Xin..."

Bronze Jue talked casually, it was just the wine Jue who had been placed on the table of the King of Shang.

I don’t know much, but it has been passed down as a treasure, so I have a high enough ability to discern pottery and antiquities. The story is also very simple, but it is how the king of Shang struggled to struggle in the mud of that era and finally failed. .

Shang is a country that values ​​ghosts and gods more than laws.

By the time of Di Xin, Dashang, which had been supporting it for five hundred years, was on the verge of collapse.

The royal family, relatives, as well as the witch family, and the princes all stared at the big merchants.

Bronze Lord talked that Di Xin became king as the youngest son.

When I saw him for the first time, he was still a teenager, looking forward to flying.

Tell him about his immense power and great weapon.

It is about a young slave who knelt in front of Di Xin and was appointed.

That boy is called Wen Zhong.

There was also a slave named Fei Lian. His son was able to fight the Liger and be loyal to Emperor Xin, which was called evil. It tells that Emperor Xin abolished the system of listening to ghosts and gods in everything, no longer sacrificed ancestors with a large amount of slave blood, and even let slaves join the army, appointing villains without ancestral achievements, and finally angered the princes and ghosts and defeated.

This is a story that Dong Yuefeng has heard many times, but he still does not show impatience.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand to touch the bronze Lord, and sighed: "Sometimes I think about this sound, whether it is just a dream. I have traveled many places in the past few decades, but I have never seen an ancient as special as you. Device."

Bronze Lord seemed to have exhausted the energy accumulated during this period of time and stopped answering.

Dong Yuefeng smiled, he is used to this kind of intermittent communication.

I just don’t know, after it wakes up from a short sleep, it will find that it has already gone first. Maybe it will. I don’t know what it will think then...

Dong Yuefeng sighed and put the bronze champion back.

When he was about to take a break, the phone flickered. The old man’s personality was more meticulous. Thinking of what he had said to the students today, he thought he had found the corresponding information. After opening it, he found that it was a group of students he had taken. A student posted a picture.

A young man is making pottery.

Dong Yuefeng didn't care at all, but when he saw the pottery, his whole body was dull.

He suddenly got up.

Almost suddenly turned his head to look at the protected bronze sage king of Shang.

He felt similar things, just a trace, but very similar, yes, it was the breath of Shenzhou Shendai mentioned by the bronze lord occasionally, he suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly saved the picture, and searched for tutorials. .

It took a long time to use the various old filters of the current software. After the highest-level antique filters were processed, the old man stared at the photo with wide eyes, and his palms shook violently.

After a long time, he picked up the phone, typed a line, deleted and changed, changed and deleted.

"Who did this?"

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Wei Yuan set off for the psychological hospital in Yingtianfu the next day.

The high-speed rail does not take much time to reach the destination.

He went a bit early, and there was a little girl in line before him, her head down without speaking, she exuded a gloomy and low aura, and there was a trace of death. The silence came naturally from her soul. Wei Yuan could feel what came out.

The child kept his head down, motionless.

Wei Yuan picked up an An Xin Ning magic spell, and then hit the little girl with the breath of the spell.

The breath dissipated a bit, but it was still there.

It was the most troublesome state. Wei Yuan sighed. In this state, some Dao leaders may be able to deal with it, but it is definitely not something that a monk who cultivates the killing sword can solve. If it is a Taoist who practices the sword, If you are willing to make a move, you can smash the heart demon and restore her mood to normal.

Soon someone called, and the little girl's parents pulled her in.

Wei Yuan waited quietly.

After more than an hour, the door opened and the little girl came out with tears in the corners of her eyes. Wei Yuan was surprised to find that the gloominess of the little girl had disappeared a lot, and even almost disappeared, some wearing a white coat. , A beautiful and peaceful woman came out.

She knelt down, stared at the little girl, reached out and touched her hair, and said softly, "Remember, you have to face it."

The little girl nodded heavily.

The female doctor reached out and took a piece of candy from her pocket and handed it to the child.

Then stood up, looked at Wei Yuan, and said, "Please come in for the next patient."

Wei Yuan stood up, had a slight affection for the doctor, and then walked in. The doctor asked Wei Yuan's situation, pondered slightly, gave an opinion, then pointed to the hospital bed next to him, smiling softly and quietly, and said:

"This is not a very difficult problem, you just need to pay attention to it in peacetime, and you can recover quickly with medication."

"You go to bed for a while, and I will give you hypnotherapy."

"Of course, if you are embarrassed, you can lie down on the sofa for treatment."

Wei Yuan decided to sit on the sofa.

Feel relieved, the doctor named Wang Qi sat opposite, and stretched out his finger to lightly touch the center of his eyebrows.

The fingers were a bit cold, and Wei Yuan's body was almost tense.

Not because of contact.

But Crouching Tiger's waist card trembled and whispered, and a thought flashed on his spiritual platform, Crouching Tiger roared and pointed to the doctor with a delicate appearance and quiet temperament——

Big Demon Birch!

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Now the big demon of the demon clan who was widely worshipped during the Qin and Han dynasties, has a finger against his brow.

Wei Yuan had anticipated encountering Shanjun's maid and the situation of Shanjun many times.

But he never expected such a scene.

She is a patient, and the other person is a doctor who seems to be very responsible. When she met, the airport was a treatment, but she did not recognize herself, because the dream monster like Birch only confirmed the body by the brand in the dream, and didn't care. Is your appearance?

Wei Yuan's thoughts turned, knowing that this is definitely not a suitable time to shoot, he may not be the opponent's opponent, and in a place with high population density such as a hospital, once Birch is driven to a dead end, it may cause Wei Yuan to never want to meet. The picture arrived, a huge number of casualties.

And if you don’t care, the opponent is the Dream Eater, the upper demon clan of the Dream Eater family. His dreams may not be concealed by the opponent, and will fall into passiveness. The most important purpose now is to protect himself and prevent the opponent from being on the spot. Runaway, kill and injure the innocent.

The relative advantage should be used to make Birch lose the courage to shoot.

You should choose checks and balances, let the other party throw a rat, not dare to take action, in other words, similar to nuclear deterrence, do not take the initiative, do not show panic or overly calm, behave calmly, let the other party worry about fear, and thus not Dare to shoot.

Wei Yuan's thoughts turned quickly.

Judgments and decisions were made in a short time.

He looked peaceful, controlled his body to relax naturally, and then closed his eyes.

Birch fell into a dream.

This is work that has been done many times, but this time, the woman's look suddenly changed.

She heard a rhythmic soft noise.

In that ancient and modern, real and illusory dreamland, a familiar man is making pottery, his movements are meticulous ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and with the mastery and calmness, Burch's body is slightly stiff, a kind of fear naturally emerge After coming out, the pottery man raised his head and looked at her dream body.

In reality, the patient who had closed his eyes opened his eyes.

Dream, reality.

True and false.

The black eyes were deep and calm, and they looked at Wang Qi at the same time.

Then Burch heard a flat laugh in his ear.

"It really took me some time to make an appointment for you, Dr. Wang."

Wei Yuan sat on the sofa, leaned back a little, crossed his hands and ten fingers, and said in a calm and natural tone as much as possible:

"Or should I call you, Birch?"

PS: The second update today, three thousand four hundred words~

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