Museum of Demons

　　 Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the yellowed paper, moving lightly, as if he was afraid that a little bit of force would make the piece of paper completely shattered and then washed away in the 2,000 years.

The last move that was once given to the mentor to destroy, but was never completed, is the core of the Taiping Department named Taiping Yaoshu, but it is also the most tragic and direct sword move. When there is no peace in the world, it is the last means of resistance for ordinary people, the technique of slashing the dragon veins. .

　　 Wei Yuan never expected that he would see this secret technique again in the present nearly two thousand years later, even if he had personally seen Zhangjiao Zhanlong Veins, he eventually only learned the sword technique of Zhanqi Luck.

　　 doesn't know the true and complete technique of slashing Qi Luck.

　　 Later, when I went to Sakurajima last time, I taught it to the little Taoist Axuan.

Yu Xuan slashed a sword on Sakurajima’s air luck like a circling poisonous snake. The air luck overflowed and was swallowed by the big snake and turned into a willow shape. However, Wei Yuan thought of the hideous and terrifying desolate willow. The heart sinks slightly, the strength of Sian Liu at the moment is extremely not to be underestimated, if you meet him when going to Sakurajima, I am afraid it will be another fierce battle.

　　 Wei Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the young monk in front of him.

I have encountered it several times. The first time I only felt that this was a monk who was willing to lend a helping hand to others, but now when I met for the second time, the other party also took out the fragments of Taiping Yaoshu. Wei Yuan was keenly aware of it. Dao Yan is special.

　　 The young monk looked like Gujing Wubo, stretched out his hand flatly, his voice was gentle, and said:

　　 "The Master of the Guardian, please feel free."

　　 He saw the vision just now.

　　 When Wei Yuan touched the yellowed paper, the place where the five fingers touched, there was a flowing light and charm.

　　 Wei Yuan slowly retracted his gaze.

　　This place is a museum.

　　 Although he has seen the secret hidden in the young monk in front of him, it may be against him.

　　 Wei Yuan still closed his eyes calmly.

　　The five fingers gripped slightly, the auras of the Qi machine entangled like a snake, Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and a picture appeared in front of his eyes——

　　 Thousands of years collapsed into quicksand, scattered away from the present world.

The scene around 　　 suddenly changed.

　　Weiyuan is still sitting here, but the young monk is no longer in front of him. The surrounding museums seem to have turned into simple buildings that make people feel rough, and the buildings farther away have turned into blurred backgrounds.

Wei Yuan saw in front of him, the Taiping Taoist, who was no longer young, stretched out his hand and pressed the juvenile disciple next to him, looking at the fragmented Taoist scriptures far away, his eyes were complicated, and in the end he just sighed softly. He stepped down, seeing the open angle close at hand, he almost subconsciously stretched out his hand.

　　 But this incomparably clear picture, the teacher, the former self, the place where he once lived truly.

All of them collapsed and disappeared in an instant, turning into fine sand glowing with amber years, disappearing from the gap between his fingers. This is the last afterglow of the Yellow Turban of the Three Kingdoms. It is also in this fragment of Taiping Essentials. Deep'memory'.

　　 Soon the true spirit aura in this fragment of essential technique was completely unfolded in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.

　　………………

　　 When Wei Yuan closed his eyes, Dao Yan opened his eyes and looked at the young museum owner in front of him.

　　 Yes, very young.

　　 But this is not something incomprehensible.

Because he was also so young after more than six hundred years of age, even younger than the museum owner in front of him, to be able to react to this dossier that records the method of slashing the dragon veins. It seems that he really does. It was the doctor from the beginning.

　　 Dao Yan thought of his past experience with a complicated expression.

In his family’s time he practiced medicine, and he was slightly less famous in the Jiangnan area. Of course, he had to inherit the medical skills and medical clinics as a son. Taoist Buddha likes wild foxes to meditate and tigers to meditate. Those stories are accompanied by legendary but absurd stories.

　　 Father was angry about this more than once.

　　 In the eyes of outsiders, a gentle and gentle doctor, he was so angry that he let out:

　　 "If you don't want to learn medicine and let the medical skills of your ancestors be lost, I will not have your son!"

　　 "I, I, I, I have another one!"

　　 The young Dao Yan had a hard temper, and said:

　　 "I don't have you as a dad."

　　 "If you have the ability to give birth, go and give birth!"

　　 "You, you, Nizi, looking for a fight..."

　　The middle-aged doctor who had a son was very angry. Although there were no seven wolves at the time, some of the moods were the same.

　　In comparison, in that era, doctors’ children definitely ate more beatings.

　　 After all, ordinary families are afraid of breaking their son.

However, the doctors are extremely experienced, know how to score, and know where to find the place that can hurt these little boys without leaving any problems. The most important thing is that there is a doctor at home. As long as you can't kill you, you will fight to death.

　　 What, can you still lack your two catties of medicine?

　　 Just when the child thought it was another severe beating, the bamboo sticks did not fall.

　　 A young man in a green shirt stopped the doctor.

　　 When Dao Yan carefully opened his eyes, he saw the healer for the first time.

　　 At that time, Yuan was temporarily staying in the medical clinic at home. He was very knowledgeable and was called Mr.

　　 I don’t know how old he is or where he came from.

　　 is just a medical skill, almost supernatural power.

　　 seems to be in his thirties, it seems to be younger, and it seems to be older.

But Dao Yan grew up as a young child, and when he reached a tall young man, the indifferent Mr. Yuan always looked in his thirties. It was Mr. Yuan at that time, and he got rid of being a doctor one year in advance. His destiny was able to have a magnificent experience afterwards.

　　 But it was also him, so that he lost his established fate.

　　 Dao Yan's heart is complicated, which is evident.

　　 sighed secretly, Dao Yan recovered and stared at the museum owner in front of him.

The other party looked so defenseless at this moment, and laughed at himself in his heart. Even if Mr. Yuan claimed to have no past and no memory, he couldn’t have such a scheming city. He couldn’t even tell if he had a secret, so it was. Meditate with peace of mind and close your eyes.

　　Isn't he afraid that he would be so harsh and would kill him directly?

madness!

　　 Has it been slack in the past few hundred years?

Dao Yan didn't know why, but it was obviously a suitable opportunity for him to shoot. On the contrary, he aroused a very complicated anger, and hit the table with a chopstick. Means, Buddhism monks, a realm as strong as him can do it, but not with skill, but abruptly driven by a force of energy.

　　 The chopsticks went straight to Wei Yuan's eyebrows.

　　 suddenly,

　　 Two white jade fingers clamped the chopsticks.

　　 The young monk froze.

Lifting her eyes slightly, a young girl with elegant and peaceful temperament did not know when to appear on one side, her ponytail was supple, and her long sideburn hair was mixed with a red hair rope. In that tranquility, there was a solemn and ethereal spirit like a goddess. He was holding the chopsticks in one hand, and holding a book in the other, and his voice was cold.

　　 "The little monk is a guest?"

　　 flicked his finger.

　　 The chopsticks flew back, and a refreshing breeze hit Dao Yan's eyebrows.

　　 then steadily fell back to the original position.

　　 What a profound imperial wind technique!

　　 Dao Yan was alert for an instant.

　　 When he was on guard, he also felt a sudden feeling, staring at Wei Yuan——

　　 It is precisely because of the presence of this woman, who is extremely calm and cautious without knowing what he has gone through. There will be so many back-hands that Yuan will settle down and close his eyes in front of him to study this thing?

　　 actually trust a person so much.

but……

　　 The young monk has a strange look in his eyes.

How can this be? !

　　 Is this still Mr. Yuan...

　　 In an instant, he even raised the illusion that he was looking for the wrong person.

　　 Jiangnan Suzhou is naturally a prosperous place on earth.

　　 And there are many beauties in Jiangnan Water Town.

　　 Mr. Yuan from the Yao Family Huichuntang has a broad knowledge and a light and elegant temperament. Of course, many people like it.

The people who came to propose a marriage stepped on the threshold. Some people have heard of the allusion of throwing Guo Panan. At that time, there were really women who plucked up the courage to throw fruit to Mr. Yuan, but every time it got cheaper, the little monk who was still greedy at the time. , I don't know that those Xiaojiabiyus looked at Mr. Yuan with a gentle smile and those who came and refused to pick up the fruit, but when they returned to feed the little monk, they were so angry that they tore a few handkerchiefs.

There was even an oiran for inquiries, he took out his wallet to the hospital, and temporarily invited the others out, shyly and timidly, learned the Huanhua paper from Xue Tao, a woman from the Tang Dynasty, and dyed it with fresh flower petals that were rare at the time. The brushstrokes were soft and beautiful, and he wrote Tibetan poems. At that time, they went crazy, and even the little monk Dao Yan knew that drunkards meant nothing about wine.

The results of it?

　　 That Mr. Yuan can actually write three pages full of medicinal materials.

　　 directly ignored the hidden poem on the colored paper made of unknowing how many petals.

　　 and told the woman to be careful not to stay up late and hurt her body.

　　 so as not to fade before you get old.

　　 Such a Mr. Yuan, unexpectedly found such a woman in this world?

After the difference between the young monk for the first time, the mood that emerged in the second moment was unexpectedly disbelief and calmness after the doubts six hundred years ago were solved, and a certain emotion that had been accumulated for six hundred years, similar to'Wei When did your husband marry yourself out? It's refreshing after this problem is solved.

　　 This is a 600-year-old obsessive-compulsive disorder. The kind of calmness is not enough for outsiders.

　　 Put your hands together, silently said:

　　 "Everything that works is like a dream bubble, like dew is like electricity."

　　 "Unpredictable, immeasurable."

Dao Yan had dealt with Wei Yuan several times before. It was not the first time I saw him. When he came here, he was interrupted several times. There was not much hostility left in his heart. When he saw the unpredictable girl, he was simply safe. Tasting tea.

　　 said to Yuanjue next to him:

　　 "The poor monk suddenly felt that perhaps the Buddha really exists."

　　 He sighed ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and whispered silently.

　　 Mr. Lianyuan has a confidante.

　　 It is not unbelievable that the Buddha is still alive.

　　 Yuanjue was stunned, and then folded his hands together, earnestly saying: "There is no Buddha in the world."

　　 Tao Yan: "…………"

　　 The poor monk is just making a joke.

He saw Jue sitting next to Wei Yuan, quietly looking at a book of poems, and the monk next to him was pulling himself up and talking endlessly, telling him that there are no Buddhas and gods in the world, everything depends on himself; the water ghost in a tuxedo has a hot towel in one hand. , Holding the tray with one hand, the movement is elegant, and the black happy water is filled with a goblet on it.

　　 There seems to be a war spirit who is diligently practicing drawing swordsmanship, and a paper man and red embroidered shoes who are playing games.

　　 The young monk fell silent.

　　 The goddess and the ghost are with the ghosts, and the Buddhas live with the ghosts.

　　 This is almost synonymous with disorder.

　　 Amitabha,

　　 Dao Yan twitched his forehead.

　　 What is this place? ! !

　　 At this time, Wei Yuan also saw something he hadn't expected--

　　 That was the incident entrusted by Zhu Rong.

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