Museum of Demons

The latest website: Decades ago, the legend that the fairy entered the capital by dragon has spread. Since then, according to legend, the majesty took the fairy to the fairy, and the next emperor came to power in the name of the previous generation of emperors. And the will.

‘The survivor is called in, the dead shall be recorded, and the prisoner shall be released and reinstated’.

Yan Song asked Zhan, and all those demon ways were expelled.

Abolished the bad government of the previous dynasty, with Xu Jie and Zhang Juzheng as ministers, and Qi Jiguang and Yu Daqiu as generals.

After the Japanese pirates were expelled, the maritime ban was abolished, and private individuals were allowed to trade east and west across the ocean.

There is no doubt about employing people, and the ZTE is for the New Deal.

Although he always wanted to indulge, he saw with his own eyes the scene of the celestial being coming by the dragon. Whenever there was a slackness, his heart would faintly chill, and he was about to chop off the distracting thoughts and cut the scabbard of that rune sword. Stay in your own bedroom, always alert yourself.

But these have nothing to do with the retired old man.

In a village in Yiwu, Zhejiang, an old man sold a pot of wine. He heard the wine seller talk about the affairs of the court and said that now the national fortune is prosperous. A few years ago, the Japanese pirates were gone. It was great. , But the Japanese pirates disappeared because of the Qi family army of General Qi.

But speaking of this, the boss was also excited. Before the Qi's army, the soldiers everywhere felt that Zhejiang people were not **** and could not fight. When General Qi turned out to be born, he beat all these people in the mouth. This world knows how powerful Yiwu people are.

Everyone in Yiwu felt that the general who took them south to wipe out the Japanese pirates and defended against Tarzi on his back was the unparalleled general in the world. The other generals who blew around were unable to lift their shoes with General Qi. The old man could hear it. Lost, the warm wine is cold before I remember to go back.

General Qi, he still remembers the heroic man.

But unfortunately, he was transferred away later, it seemed that he was worried about the heavy holding of soldiers. Hey, those big men always did that. However, it is said that the general had a good life later. It seemed that the affairs of the immortal didn’t last long. In the middle of the dynasty, all the Gonggon princes converged a lot.

Later, the Qi family army was stationed in the north and quarreled with the gang of soldiers from the north.

In the end, it was also because of the influence of the immortal riding on the dragon. Everyone took a step back. The old Qi's army returned to their hometown with glory. It's a pity that this famous army was finally annihilated in history, but the old man Don't care about this.

They came forward back then, and it wasn't for any name to linger on the future generations.

It is the best to be able to fight off the Japanese pirates and the family and the country are safe.

He returned home with a bowl of wine. When he was old, he didn’t like cold and cold places. He liked to sit in the sun. It was warm. He was sitting in his yard while drinking while looking at the road ahead. Several peasant teenagers People laughed and wrangled and walked away, talking about the opera they heard.

The old man squinted his eyes, drank a sip, and remembered that he met the gentleman when he was the same age. Finally, he saw a knife from him and walked into the Qi's army by relying on the fur of the knife.

Oh, all the way to the present, I have seen too many colleagues dying by my side.

He declined the appointments of Qi Jiajun and General Yu, and was unwilling to rely on his accumulated military merits to become an officer. How could he use what he bought to become an officer in exchange for the death of his fellow soldiers? When I get old, I just want to die in my hometown and have nothing to ask for.

After coughing a few times, the old man ignored his health and drank slowly. He heard a knock on the door and a gentle voice in front of him:

"Excuse me, maybe ask for a glass of water?"

"coming…"

The old man staggered and stood up, exerting force on his left leg, dragging his weak right leg to open the door.

Outside the door was a man with white hair. The old man had some problems with his eyes. During those years of fighting, he experienced too much poisonous smoke and dust. When he was old, he couldn’t see it clearly. He just regarded it as an old man and took it. Water passed over.

The guests drank water and heard the sound of Wu Opera singing from a distance.

The old man hummed in a low voice, tapping the armrest of the chair with his hand to match the beat.

The guest said: "...This is Wu Opera?"

The old man laughed and said: "The guest knows? Yes, Wu Opera, when I was a child, I grew up singing this song here. At that time, our biggest ambition was, hey, save money later and find a girl who sings the song. Be a wife."

"Of course adults don't like this idea, although they probably had this plan when they were young."

"Now, the days have passed so long... I can't sing the new Wu Opera."

The white-haired guest in gray robes smiled warmly.

The veteran looked into the distance and said with emotion:

"It's a pity, I don't know how long I can live this day."

"How many times can I listen to Wuju in my hometown? Every time I hear Wuju, I feel a little uncomfortable thinking about this."

The guest whispered: "There will be, many times."

The veteran laughed and seemed to be disturbed by a fatal wound in his heart. He coughed violently, his face was pale and blue, and he sighed: "What the guest said is nice, but it's a pity that my family knows what happened to me. "

"When I was young, I used to know a doctor who was very skilled in medicine."

"I learned some medical skills more or less, so I know that I will die soon, but it will disappear in an instant. This is also normal, haha, when I was young, I was too hard to fight, leaving a secret wound. There are only two wishes."

The old man leaned back and murmured:

"A wish, but also a pity, it is that the Japanese pirates have not been killed enough in this life, not ruthless enough!"

"If there is a chance, I really want to kill the widows in the old lair, and set fire fiercely."

"Killing them once is not enough, I still want to kill them a second time, a third time!"

"The second wish is to see the original husband... Thank you very much. I didn't know how good it was when I was young. Now think about it. If it weren't for the last knife he showed me, I might have already become a man. The bones are gone, where can I come back?"

"If I can meet, I'll have to knock a few heads for the husband."

"Nothing else, just because of this cut, I personally saved many robes. I watched them become biological children and have grandchildren a few years ago. It is more enjoyable than killing those Japanese pirates. But ah, what about this life? Maybe I can see Mr...."

The gray-robed and white-haired man was silent for a while, and whispered:

"Nothing."

"No thanks."

The old man’s motion of raising his neck to drink suddenly freezes, and he turns his head stiffly. Those eyes that can no longer see things are widened. He sees the gray robe and white hair, the jasper hairpin in the white hair, exactly the same as before, veteran. The palm seemed to realize something, and the palm trembled violently:

"...First, sir?"

"Um."

The clear voice in the memory has become gentle and deep, and he whispered with a smile: "Long time no see."

"You are getting old too."

The gray-haired veteran seemed to have a surge of strength, and he staggered to his feet, clutching the gray-haired man next to him with his palms, as if he couldn't believe it.

That once accompanied the entire Qi's army in the North and South wars and fought for thousands of miles of heroes in the world. Once on the most tragic battlefield in Pyongyang, relying on a war knife, he personally beheaded the heads of more than a dozen Japanese lieutenants. He was covered in blood. After being astonished, the fierce generals of Li Xianden's merits laughed out of the corners of his eyes. tears.

It is rare in the world to see old people when you are old.

Regardless of the husband's obstruction, he staggered and bowed, laughing with tears:

"Sir...you are back."

"I can still see you, Mr....I have no regrets."

"It's just a pity, it's just that I finally saw you, Mr...."

He finally whispered:

"Unfortunately, if there is an afterlife, it would be great."

It may be due to drinking, or it may be caused by the excitement that caused the dark wounds to erupt. The light in the eyes of the old man slowly dimmed, killing all his life, but his face was serene and peaceful, just like the kind and old man who teased his children in the village.

When I was young, I played with my companions in the countryside.

When he grows up, he will fight from the south to the north and fight thousands of miles to defend his home and the country.

I always die in my hometown, no loss, no loss...

The white-haired man reached out to support the old man who bowed down with a trace of sorrow on his face, then raised his head and looked at the old man sitting on the chair with his eyes closed. The man who bowed down turned out to be a war spirit. He was silent for a long time. , Reached out his hand and closed his eyes for the old man.

And the battle spirit left the body at the moment of death, and it tended to be turned into a ghost. He stretched out his hand and took out a broken sword from the old man's arms, and then flicked his sleeves, letting the battle spirit that escaped from the body fall into the broken sword. Above, the fierceness was suppressed by the pressure of soldiers.

Just this process has consumed too much soul power, and memory is gradually lost.

And that soldier and battle spirit merged. When it stabilized, it became the peak of the old man’s life. He was a thirty-year-old man with a simple and honest face and fatal injuries on his chest and abdomen. The hidden wounds that led to his death.

Broken sword fell to the ground, and the battle spirit fell asleep in it.

The white-haired man had a sad face, and after a long time, he muttered to himself:

I was originally aware that the death period of this body was approaching-it seems that at the beginning of Ming Dynasty, I fell asleep for some reason, but recovered after decades, beheading the emperor, and fighting back the dragon. Where did it end, but I never thought about it. I met my deceased for the end.

He flew his sleeves and let the broken sword fly into the mountains and rivers.

In the future, if it is destined.

See you later.

The white-haired man staggered towards the direction of Tianmu Mountain, but suddenly stopped. Some children on the side of the road were playing and frolicking. On the other side of the river, there stood a girl in white clothes. Those children were innocent and innocent. It is very quiet.

His eyes fell to the white-haired man.

There seemed to be bright light flowing in his eyes. UU Reading www.uukANAnshu.com

At this moment, the young girl in the eyes of the white-haired man has an unspeakable sense of grace, like the ancestor of the female fairy who controls the heavens and the earth, and like the goddess surrounded by the goddess of Tianshan Yaochi, the dying man's eyes are slightly closed. , Recognized this woman.

"…Western Queen?"

The girl in white pursed her mouth and smiled, with a graceful and generous temperament.

"meet again."

ps: The second update today...Thank you for the big bone winter melon soup Wanshang, thank you~

The Yuan of the Tang Dynasty is dead.

This one is from the Ming Dynasty.

Today there are only two changes. Everyone goes to bed early, so let me get back to the blood first.

There are already 1.7 million words, and it is estimated that in the future, there will be three and two more intertwined, quality is the main thing, and the goal of three million words is not collapsed, and there are 1.3 million words.