Museum of Demons

Yuan was dragged forward by his friend, still thinking of his pottery in his heart.

He didn’t feel much about the man named Yu, he just knew that after this guy was born, he always walked on the earth and was busy controlling water. For this kind of thing, Yuan always sneered at it. The mountains, the sea, the world are all spiritual, and the water is the most powerful. One of the gods, everyone knows the name of the great gods.

Yu's father was also the kind of person who was born supernatural, and he failed to control the waters.

Yu is no exception.

Just thinking, there was a roar like a war drum. The young craftsman almost subconsciously hid behind a tall friend with a cat waist and looked in the direction of the sound. It was a tall horse, all white, with a full tail. Black, with a horn on the top of the head, no hooves, only four tiger claws.

This is a barge. Although it looks like a horse, it eats tigers and leopards.

It is the mount of the generals.

Gao Tao, the leader of Tushan's tribe, was a minister of Emperor Shun and had a lofty status.

Tushan's witch is about to marry, and the big figures of the surrounding tribes will definitely come.

The tall young man was a little helpless, looking at his friend behind him, and said: "What are you afraid of? This refute has been taken up, and he won't rush to bite you."

Yuan replied: "We must avoid danger."

The youth has a headache: "You will be teased if you are so timid."

The young craftsman just shook his head:

"If I were not timid, I would have been killed in the war between tribes and tribes."

The youth had nothing to say, so they had to take their friends on the road. Together with other people in the tribe, they cleaned up the stone-built house, squeezed the juice out of the gorgeous flowers and dyed the cloth, and decorated them with flowers and fragrant fruits. For a while, Yuan missed his pottery, and then slipped away quietly.

He returned to his place, but was surprised to find that there were more people in front of the pottery.

In other words, it should be a child.

That was a little girl about five years old. She was wearing white clothes that he had never seen before. Only the clothes of the maidens can have such a texture. The black hair is soft. The craftsman curiously said: "Hey, which one are you? Kid, what are you doing here?"

The little girl raised her head, and Yuan only noticed that she had a pair of black and clear eyes, which looked very beautiful.

The girl replied, "It's from the mountain."

"From the mountain?"

Yuan scratched his head and reacted: "Oh, you are a mountain citizen."

"Yes, for the big event here in Tushan, the nearby mountain people will definitely come down."

"Do you like pottery?"

The little girl said: "Crockery?"

"Here, that's it."

Yuan squatted down, grabbed the pottery, and said, "These are my pottery, but it takes a lot of effort and effort to make qualified pottery. It can withstand the flames and can withstand the wind and sun. To store things."

"Storing things?"

"Well, are there no pottery on the mountain?"

"These can be used to store food, to boil water, and to cook."

It’s rare for someone to be interested in his boring job. Yuan sat on the ground and told me how and how good her pottery is. The little girl listened carefully, but Yuan found that no matter what she said, the other party was very serious, but it seemed He can't smile, and there is no expression on his face.

That little face was like the wind on the mountain, without expression at all.

At the last parting, Yuan Yi was still unfinished, saying: "By the way, my name is Yuan, what is your name?"

The little girl said: "Yuan?"

Yuan pointed to the puddle next to him, and said, "It means that water is stored in one place and does not move. After I was born, the clan elders of the tribe named me using the Great Yuan next to me. Some people’s names came from What is the name of the frequently used things, what you see, what is your name?"

The little girl shook her head, with no expression on her white face: "I don't have a name."

"no name?"

With a surprised look on Yuan's face, he said, "Isn't that pitiful?"

The little girl said: "My sisters are all names that have gone through some things. We don't need this between us."

She thought for a while and said, "Then you can give me a name?"

Yuan laughed and said, "Okay."

Choosing a name is a privilege that only highly respected people can enjoy. As a prisoner of war, he was a little excited when he had such a rare opportunity.

Looking around, he wanted to learn from the elders to give her a name, but he saw that there were willow trees, wood, weeds, and similar names too frequently. He scratched his head and had to look at the little girl. , Said: "Unexpectedly, give me some time, I think of a better name."

The little girl looked at him and nodded: "Yeah."

Yuan spent the whole night thinking and meditation, but still nothing.

It wasn't until the next day that he was dragged to the wedding scene by a friend and saw the most graceful woman with several young girls in front of the distinguished guests, and the little girl was the youngest one, so he was completely stunned.

There were people around who were talking, messy and inaudible. The wine that day was very good. Yu was a monster. He drank all the young men of the tribe by himself, so Yuan only remembered two things in the end.

The first thing, the graceful woman Xiang Yu said, he can change China.

The second thing is that the woman is the Queen Mother of Kunlun West, and the little girl who always has no expression on her face is the youngest celestial woman on Kunlun Mountain, transformed by the fresh air.

"What name... was teased."

Yuan was drunk and fell to the ground, muttering in his heart, not taking this matter to his heart.

I feel like a fool who stayed up all night yesterday.

……………………

Yuan thought that Yu would continue to live in Tushan.

Who knew that he had disappeared on the fourth day. The entire Tushan woman was blaming him for not being a man. Yuan curled his lips and lowered his head to concentrate on his pottery. That day, he drank the whole tribe of men to Yu. I have a good impression. Although he is obsessed with water control, which is fruitless, he is at least worthy of respect.

The goddess of that day returned to Kunlun the next day, and did not come to tell her a name.

Yuan only regarded it as being teased and didn't take it to heart.

Focus on pottery.

Seven years later, Dayu never came back, but this time he sent a message to Tu Shan, hoping that Tu Shan could send a group of craftsmen to help. Yuan is already one of the best craftsmen in Tushan, and he is naturally dispatching people. among.

He saw Yu. He looked a lot stronger, but he was still so young and tall, his eyes burning like a ball of flames. Later, Yuan learned that they had encountered difficulties in controlling the water, and a white ape was king in the water system. It caused chaos and disturbed the water system to make it uneasy, and even swallowed many people with water.

He seems to be the **** of water here.

To solve this water system, it is necessary to dispose of this water monkey.

Yu discussed how to capture this ape with those who were born with supernatural powers. It was called Wuzhiqi.

Yuan helped to build a huge iron chain. He needed more than a thousand craftsmen to work with him. The real part needed to be cast by a huge giant clan. Finally came the day when he shot it. Yuan saw the white-headed and green-body monkey. Raising his head and roaring, thunder bursts into the air, and Dayu and him are fighting, like a god.

Wuzhi Qi was furious and wanted to pull out the weapon in the water.

The hidden Yuan’s palms were sweating, accompanied by a command, followed by a large number of people throwing things out of their hands, using stones to hinder Wuqi’s movements. Some of them could carry a rock as big as a mountain, and Yuan could only use it. A large clay pot filled with knives made of stone, struggling to smash it out.

Maybe he has always been good at throwing and smashing pots.

This clay pot smashed directly into Wuzhiqi’s eyes. The stone knives blessed by the witches went into Wuzhiqi’s eyes, causing him to roar in anger, and his hostility locked on the mortal, hiding behind the stone, feeling himself His heart almost jumped out.

Then there was a long howl, and he saw that the stalwart **** took the opportunity to take Wuzhiqi down.

In the end Wuzhiqi was locked under the Huaishui Turtle Mountain.

Yuan felt that he was almost frightened to death, and he sat on the ground with limp legs.

Yu laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "It's a good job, just as accurate as when you hit me back then."

He made a joke.

Yuan really didn't know what to say.

After that, Yuan returned to Tushan again, but he was no longer a prisoner of war and a slave. He had a big house, a few apprentices to learn pottery, and the technique of throwing pottery. Six years have passed.

Yuan is over 30 years old, just because he was a prisoner-of-war slave before and has never been married.

Make pottery happily every day.

Avoid it when you encounter danger. There are too many weird existences in this world. A mortal needs to have eyesight to live long enough.

But he didn't expect that he would meet that person again.

……………………

Yuan stared at the front weirdly.

The pottery is much better than its original fragile appearance. The curves and arcs are perfect, and the lines on it seem to be naturally generated as delicate, but the little girl in front of the pottery is still the same as before, even the look and expression are not the slightest. Variety.

Thirteen years have made his hair appear white and his body is a bit tired.

But there was no trace left on this little girl.

"Sure enough, she is the goddess of Kunlun Mountain."

Yuan muttered in his heart, and pushed Guo Guo there.

The young goddess accepted the fruit, looked at Yuan, and suddenly said seriously: "Where is my name?"

Yuan dumbfounded: "What?"

The goddess was surprised: "Don't you want to think about it? Haven't you thought of it yet?"

Yuan felt shocked and laughed for a while. After such a long time, he had forgotten about this matter. But in the eyes of the other party, thirteen years was just a period of time for thinking. He scratched his head and felt that he too Get young.

The other party was not teasing himself at the beginning, even if he was just a slave at the time, which made him a little happy, sitting on the ground like a young craftsman, and said seriously:

"I haven't figured it out yet. You are a goddess. The name of the goddess should be better."

"I will give you the best name."

"You wait a moment."

A faint disappointment appeared on the face of the young goddess, and then nodded.

"Ok."

They chatted all afternoon.

Always immersed in the pottery making Yuan to avoid all kinds of dangers and troubles is the reason why the goddess of Kunlun Mountain came here at last. The somewhat honest Yu actually governed the water system, summoned the nations in Tushan, and brought the **** of water. The messenger of Gonggong, a giant named Fangfeng, was killed on the spot.

Fangfeng, the dragon head and the ears, even one eyebrow, three feet long.

Then a few years later, even the Great God Gonggong was killed by Yu.

Now Shenzhou calls him Dayu.

Fangfeng is a giant family whose bones need carts to pull. They are good at making jade. Yuan is already one of the most powerful craftsmen in Tushan. He was given a method of making jade. Yu summoned Yuan and Yuan was surprised to find out. Yu, who was born to be supernatural, has always looked young and tall, and has given birth to white hair, and is no longer as brave as a god.

"I want you to make a jade piece with a big palm, a jade book."

"Jade Book?"

"Yes, I want to use it to record the mountains and rivers, as well as the various beasts in the world."

Yuan was a little curious. He learned how to make jade objects but didn’t make those ritual objects. He wanted to make scrolls. He didn’t know why. But at this time Yuan was already forty years old. He agreed. When he touched the jade objects, he suddenly Thinking of the cold but serious young goddess.

I think it would be appropriate to use jade to name her.

Yuan polished the surface of the jade to produce jade pieces of the same size.

Then Yu dictated that he recorded all those words, but it was very strange, saying that it was recording the mountains in various places, but it was more about writing about what ferocious beasts and strange tribes lived in those places. The place and appearance of the record are even more detailed, and I don’t care much about the mountains.

Yuan didn't understand, and once asked Yu carefully.

Yu replied: "When I killed the Great God and Gonggong, he said I would regret it. I think he was referring to his curse, but I didn’t care. If the water system of China was governed, the whole land would become fertile and the human race would be free. Living in the land, I cannot regret it, but now I know what he meant."

He pointed his finger at the land in front of him and said, "Although the water of Gonggong is fierce, it is aimed at all living creatures. Now there are no raging floods. The land has become fertile, the river has become peaceful, and the various tribes and alien beasts have hidden. All appear outside, fighting for land, our human race is too weak compared to them."

Yuan somewhat understood:

"You think you want to record them so that later people can avoid danger."

Yu smiled, did not answer, suddenly said:

"Di Xuanyuan defeated Chi You, who was vying with us for the Middle-Earth, so that we can live with peace of mind. Emperor Zhuanxu cut down the ladder that can climb to the Kunlun Heaven Realm, cutting off the influence from above. Although we governed the river, it brought us The same disaster."

"If only this is the case, what should future generations think of us?"

Yuan didn't understand what Yu meant, but together with a few other craftsmen, they honestly recorded these things.

Although I don't understand why this jade book named Shanhaijing is more like preparation before the war.

Sculpting during the day, then accumulating discarded jade materials, and going back to think about what to make as a basis for naming the young goddess. He felt that she must be back. In this not short life, this is a certain constant Sticking to the inner story makes him feel that he is so different.

Little by little time passed, and in a blink of an eye it was another twenty years. Yuan is already over fifty years old. As a mortal with no miracles, he is almost dying. But in such an era, mortals can live so long. It is something worthy of respect.

And Shanhaijing still hasn't been completed yet.

The young goddess finally visited Tushanbe again.

Yuan heard the news when he was preparing to record the strange beasts in the Shan Hai Jing. The Kunlun goddess was discussing secrets with Yu, and Yuan was in a very happy mood. The goddess and him did not meet many times, but here Among the tribe, it is rare that he is not regarded as a slave, and he is seriously remembered for his promises.

On the contrary, he broke his promise.

Give her things this time.

Yuan finally recorded that strange beast. Some beasts can be left in catalogues. He has done this work for 20 years. Coincidentally, this is the beast that he fears most when he is young. It has a beast-like appearance. Sharp claws, dragon's horns, devouring tigers and leopards, are strange beasts used by generals to control the army.

He carefully portrayed the jade card.

But at this moment, the Beast Barge broke away from the chains, Yuan's eyes widened, and he was about to flee, but at this moment, he saw that Beast Barge rushed to the front in a rage, where there was his apprentice. And a child who is only six years old.

The white-haired craftsman suddenly froze. He thought of the adult who had blocked the dash for himself when he was young, thought of the governance of the flood, thought of the past that suppressed the **** of water, not knowing what he thought, and rushed forward, and the child died. He closed his eyes, but didn't feel the pain.

His eyes widened, and he was stunned when he saw a gray-haired person standing in front of him.

Yuan's arms slammed up and stopped the furious refutation.

His chest was pierced, but a kind of anger made him suppress his fear. He felt that he understood the look in Yu's eyes. Their generation opened the way, not allowing these beasts to wreak havoc on China, kill or even eat people. .

Refute found that the old man on the opposite side was yelling at him. There was a look of fear in his eyes, and his anger turned into uneasy. Accompanied by Yuan’s low roar, the old craftsman who had been cautious all his life clung to him. This beast was terrified by the beast, and the warriors of the tribe swarmed up and took down the beast.

The pierced Yuan was sent back home and passed out early.

……………………

Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

I saw the familiar house, beside the young goddess in white.

She noticed that Yuan woke up, a trace of worry appeared on her face without the slightest expression, and said:

"you're awake?"

"I cured your injury."

Yuan wanted to smile, but felt that he was too weak to do it, so he lay down and thought to himself.

It's impossible for a goddess to know the process of getting old.

I was injured when I was old, and it is useless to heal the injury.

He looked at the young goddess in white clothes and smiled: "I still remember the first time I saw you 40 years ago. You are like this. I still wonder how beautiful you will be when you grow up. It looks better than a witch, but I'm so old, you still haven't changed."

The goddess said: "You have not changed."

The old craftsman took out a box from the head of the bed and handed it to the woman that day, motioning her to open it. Inside was a pair of ring-shaped white jade, with a soft and perfect curve, like a natural creation. The old craftsman smiled and said:

"This was an agreement we made when we were young. Although it was too late, I finally thought of a name I could give you."

"This is a jade that I created myself."

"Shuangyu is the Jue, to Feng Kunlun, look, your name, just call Jue..."

He saw a look of surprise and surprise finally appeared on that white face.

The craftsman slowly closed his eyes, and sighed with regret in his heart.

Haven't asked her whether she likes this name...

The young goddess raised her head, looked at the craftsman who closed her eyes, and said, "Yuan?"

No response was received.

The goddess stretched out her palm and pushed him gently, but she still didn't answer until she appeared and stopped her. She still looked at the old craftsman with closed eyes and wrinkles on her face, and sighed: " Don't disturb him..."

"What's wrong with him? Asleep?"

"he died."

"Dead? What is death?"

"Death is non-existence, no more talking, no thinking, no more seeing, no hearing."

The little girl, who had been expressionless, looked at the old craftsman on the bed, suddenly turned around and went out. When she came back, she held a purple flower in her hand with a faint water and glow on it. She made this purple The flower was carefully placed on the mouth of the craftsman.

Female Jiao whispered: "Kunlun Mountain immortal flower?!"

In the north of Kunlun Enlightened, there are sight meat, pearl trees, Wenyushu, Qishu, and undead trees~www.wuxiahere.com~Fenghuang and Luan birds all wear gazes.

The young goddess, who had a cold face and still didn't understand human expressions, looked expectantly at the purple flower slowly withering, but the human still didn't wake up.

The undead flower cannot resurrect the dead.

Nv Jiao stretched out her hand to press on the top of the little girl's head and rubbed it: "...it's too late."

"……Ok."

The girl was holding the pair of Yu Jue in her hands.

On this day, the youngest goddess of Kunlun Mountain has a name. Shuangyu is Jue.

On this day, Jue learned that the people at the bottom of the mountain are different from the sisters on the mountain, and they will die in old age.

PS: Today's update, five thousand eight hundred words, is a big chapter

Today, depending on the situation, there should be a second one... Lying down, emmm, although I could not control the power level in the back of the book before, it was also in the late stage, and the early stage is still stable~ the pigeon is confident