Museum of Demons

The restoration of memory is like a dream of a yellow beam in the legend. The long years, when I think of it at this moment, turned out to be like an illusion, the clouds disappeared, but it was only a moment. In the small courtyard of a modern city, the two old men just saw that The young museum abbot Jian was in a trance, and there was no other abnormality.

The old man surnamed Zhou couldn't help but said: "Three. I only know that Wu Zixu and Wen Zong were killed by the Lujian sword. Who was the third one who died under this sword?"

Wei Yuan replied: "It's Zhao Gao."

He put down the sword and replied: "The Qin Dynasty's Zhongche Mansion Order, the prime minister of the second generation, finally went to the Zhai Palace with the sword of Mrs. Xu, and then died under the sword."

Both the old Taoist priest and the old man surnamed Zhou were surprised.

Zhou Jiefu scratched Hu scum and said, "This argument is a bit, um, a bit novel."

"It was never said in the history books that Zhao Gao entered the Zhai Palace with Madam Xu's sword, nor did it mention that Ziying was killed by Zhao Gao with a sword."

Wei Yuan replied casually: "It's very simple. With Zhao Gao's treacherous scheming, how could he go to see Ziying without weapons? He originally wanted to lure Ziying to the ancestral temple and kill him so as to surrender to the princes. Now It's just a change of place, from killing in the ancestral temple to killing in Zhaigong."

"From Zhao Gao's standpoint, there is no difference."

"And if you want to kill King Qin, you don’t have many weapons to choose. Among them, the Madam Xu sword, which Yan Tai Zi Dan has so painstakingly asked, is undoubtedly the best type. It is sufficiently lethal and sufficiently concealed. Zhao Gao still cared a little bit about his face."

Zhou Jiefu was startled and said, "This is also reasonable."

He glanced at Wei Yuan suspiciously, and said: "However, this matter is not recorded in the history books, and there is no mention of it in the wild history. How did the master Wei Yuan know about it?"

Because this is what I experienced personally.

Ziying, Zhao Gao, and Han Tan, one by one, were all once alive people, they passed by my eyes on horseback, they were enemies, friends, or meet each other, and then each rushed to the distance.

It seems that Ziying abided by the contract and didn't pass the matter down.

The plane flew in the sky, and the sound was a bit low and dull, as if it came from another world far away.

In the dull weather at the end of summer, the green leaves were a little listless, and on the trail outside, children ran happily holding popsicles.

And the young museum owner came back to his senses and smiled:

"I've only heard this saying occasionally."

"It may be just a rumor, or it may be a speculation of future generations."

"Just listen to it as a story."

Zhou Jiefu suddenly thought that this was a rumor that no one knew before the young man wanted to prove his knowledge. The result was broken, and it didn't end well. He didn't mention it again, but agreed quite agreeably:

"If this is the case, the battle between Mrs. Xu's sword, the sword of king-killing, and the sword of Zhuchen such as Zulu, in the palace of the late Qin Dynasty, is indeed very flavourful of the legendary story. , If it is compiled into a storybook or something, it should be able to make a fortune."

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Maybe I just listened to the storytelling from somewhere, and then wrote it down."

He put down the genus sword.

The long sword whispered in its sheath, and its sound became clearer and clearer.

The old Taoist asked suddenly: "Master Wei Guan, seems to be very familiar with this sword."

"When I saw you holding the sword just now, the sword seemed to be alive, but it didn't look like an antique at all."

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "I have opened a museum after all, so I have a little bit of trouble with these antiquities."

Zhou Jiefu was full of envy and praised it, obviously he wanted to do this too.

Several people exposed this topic and chatted for a while. Wei Yuan took the initiative to leave. The old Taoist priest had to stay here for a while and said that Zhang Hao would come over to pick him up. Wei Yuan waved his hand and said, "No need to trouble. The road is not too far, and I will go back after walking."

Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist sent Wei Yuan out.

The old Taoist looked at the genus sword that was left behind, a little in a daze.

Zhou Jiefu bumped his friend on the shoulder and said, "What do you think?"

The old Taoist returned to his senses and said, "I'm thinking, what the Master Weiguan said may be true..."

"He can easily control this genus sword, enough to see that he is familiar with this sword."

Zhou Jiefu couldn't help laughing and said, "That's absolutely impossible."

He flicked his sword and believed:

"This sword was only unearthed for a long time, and it was placed in Qin's tomb together with Mrs. Xu's sword. This shows that this sword has been buried in the ground for many years and has not been unearthed. People of later generations will never know the end of this sword. It’s impossible for anyone to have touched this sword before us."

"What he said is just like what he said. It is enough to listen to it as a story. I think, it is just that someone associates this kind of famous sword with some historical events and treats it as a story. Kind of things, this is normal."

"Furthermore, for the sword, it may be a family history, or it may be a superb swordsmanship."

"In short, this sword was found in the tomb and sent to me when it was unearthed, but it was a one-stop service. It was never touched by anyone. It is still familiar. Is it possible that he touched the sword before it was buried? Hahaha, I It's up to you, it's because of the cultivating that there is something wrong with the brain."

Zhou Jiefu finally joked, and said seriously: "By the way, you have to come and help."

"This thing has to be sent back today to do some identification research."

The old Taoist said suspiciously: "Can't you be alone?"

Zhou Jiefu felt lingering, pointed to Mrs. Xu Jian, and said:

"I'm afraid that these two swords will be messed up on the road again, and I won't have time to take care of them alone."

……………………

Wei Yuan left the small collection place, and when he turned his head, he couldn't break the barrier with his naked eyes.

He walked towards the museum, but he got a headache shortly after he left. The road was too long, and he shouldn't just pretend to be like that. Honestly, let Zhang Hao come to pick him up, isn't it fragrant? Doesn't he smell good when the car air conditioner is on on a hot day?

I have to go by myself. This car has to be driven for half an hour. When does it have to go?

Install, install, let you install.

Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, pressed his heart, still a little bit painful, decided to give up Yufeng and other methods, honestly scanned the code and drove a shared bicycle.

Riding a shared bicycle and walking through the modern technological city. When alone, he was always in a daze, time passed, everything changed, the first emperor, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, and Zhang Liang have all become the past, but he still exists in this land. on.

And on this land of China, all creatures are still multiplying and growing unhurriedly.

He stopped in front of the traffic lights.

A bus was parked next to it. The car was full of people, old and young, chatting, or playing on mobile phones. There was no longer the blank pain that they had seen in the troubled times. The faces of those people The look, this is the look that can only be found in the world of peace.

He closed his eyes.

The great land of China has been running through the years, and the vicissitudes of life will never end.

He closed his eyes and still remembered in a trance that under the setting sun, the sharp soldier riding a war horse, carrying a broken sword, sang Qin Feng towards the distance, his temples were white, and then he opened his eyes, which seemed to be an illusion. When he saw the sharp self, he was reflected on the shell of the nearby bus, standing opposite to himself.

As if the interlacing of the pictures, two rivers are surging and converging with each other.

The traffic light turns green.

The reflection in Wei Yuan's eyes is still Qin Mo's dress.

Wei Yuan knew that it was an illusion, a trance after just regaining his memory.

In reality, Rui Shi, who was originally dressed as a ranger, looks back, wearing modern half-sleeves, jeans, and walking on sneakers. There are drinks in the box of shared bicycles, and modern music is playing in the roadside store. Step out of the historical corridors and walk through the alleys of the streets.

Daqin Ruishi rode a war horse, sang his sword and sang, facing the setting sun and history.

Wei Yuan, with short hair, carries a sword box on his back and rides a shared bicycle, traveling through the real modernity.

At this moment, staggered.

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In a research institute.

Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist changed into researcher's clothes. This place specializes in the study of ancient artifacts. Because of the popularization of extraordinary practice methods, it is also getting more and more attention here. The purpose of the research is to discover ancient tombs and obtain spiritual books. And utensils to promote modern practice.

Zhou Jiefu put down Mrs. Xu's sword and the genus Zuojian.

He casually mentioned that these two swords may be Mrs. Xu's sword and the genus Luz sword.

One of the researchers was surprised: "Older Zhou, have you seen it?"

"What have you seen?"

The researcher pointed to the ancient books on a cabinet next to him and said: "We also found these books in the tombs. To prevent them from turning into ashes, they must be processed in advance. I just finished this morning. I thought you had read them. ."

"These two swords are indeed Mrs. Xu's sword and the genus Lixian sword. There are records in this ancient book."

Zhou Jiefu was surprised, he put on his gloves, and gently took out the ancient book to read it.

This is the self-report of the owner of the tomb. It seems that he was buried directly by his descendants, and it was not spread. The veteran Taoist and Zhou Jiefu looked at it together, and according to the kindly reminded by the research institute, they turned to the part where the origin of this sword was recorded, and said casually:

"Yu Wei Han Tan~www.wuxiahere.com~The hostess, Prince Ying Qin..."

"The traitor Zhao Gao has the heart of disobedience, and wants to forcefully break into the palace to kill the king and kill the king. Yu Dabu, holding the Jingke sword, enters. Fortunately, there is a great Qin warrior who holds the sword and belongs to the dragon. The Great Qin Zongmiao has a high personality and does not want to be named, so it is called the one who killed Zhao Gao."

"I am ashamed, the king died at the hands of Xiang Yu, and Yu desperately flees with these two swords."

"And record the name of the person who killed Zhao Gao, and future generations will know."

"He is the chief executive officer of Emperor Qin Shihuang."

The voices of Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist paused slightly, and their eyes fell on the last word. At that moment, the brain went blank, and then the palms trembled unconsciously, and they murmured:

"Its name..."

"deep!"

PS: Today's first update..., 3000 words, thank you for the rewards of the troubles, thank you