Museum of Demons

Tianshi Mansion.

The contemporary celestial master Zhang Ruosu is practicing in seclusion.

Wearing only a plain Taoist robe, he sits cross-legged on the futon inside the house, and puts other things outside the house, and his disciples and grandchildren take care of them. This is the habit of the old heavenly master. But every month there will be special time to practice.

Practice when you practice, and cultivate your mind when you live.

He is not a Zhang family disciple.

But later changed his surname to Zhang.

This means that he has surpassed all the disciples of their generation, even as the direct descendant of the Zhang family, he was accepted as the next generation of heavenly master, and his hard work can be seen. In front of his things, a young Taoist sat cross-legged Contemplating, suddenly the phone flickered.

Surprised, the young man stretched out his hand to turn on the phone, and he took care of Tianshi's things during this time, so as not to miss any news.

The above is from an account called the owner.

Hall Master, is this a fellow Taoist of the same generation as the master?

Weird title.

The young Taoist said curiously: Friend Zhang, I have already obtained Biqi's soul, but it is a pity that the previous imprint has been consumed. In addition, if the Tianshi Mansion has spare capacity, please pay attention to the changes in the Huai River Guishan area.

This is obviously the tone of peer conversation.

Sure enough, it was a senior who was over a hundred years old.

Suddenly, Zhang Yun didn't take the liberty to reply to the news for the master, but just wrote down these things silently, then went to find the uncle on duty in the hall, cupped his hands and said: Uncle, the master has a Taoist friend called the owner of the hall Let's pay attention to the Huai River Guishan area.

Huaishui Guishan?

The Taoist said in surprise, That place has remained unchanged for nearly a hundred years, why did it suddenly mention it?

Zhang Yun was also puzzled, shaking his head and said: I don't know either, but since he is a Taoist friend of the master, then it must be some elder who played in the world and noticed something strange, and then sent a message to the ancestor. Zu is in retreat, so we should go and see the situation.

The Taoist on duty pondered for a while, nodded slowly, and said, You are right.

I'm going to send my disciples to go there with the magic weapon.

After giving the instructions, the Taoist on duty observed the water system with the magic weapon of the Tianshi Mansion, and made divinations according to the stars, but he still didn't notice any difference. .

Perhaps this matter is just an agreement between the senior called the owner and the master.

These juniors can't understand the mystery.

He stroked his gray beard, feeling emotional in his heart.

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Wei Yuan stopped at a pottery hobby studio in Quanshi.

I had a nightmare at night and couldn't sleep anyway. He wanted to try to see if he could reduce the influence left by Qian Yuan on his body through some efforts. Among them, pottery art must be the best choice. That's it, all of the more than twenty people in class today are young and fashionable girls.

Just him and the only male.

The young and beautiful girls looked at him curiously. As the teacher, she was a mature, gentle, and elegant woman in her thirties. Her hair was simply combed into a ponytail. She glanced at Wei Yuan in surprise. Then he smiled and nodded, asked him to sit down, took out a sample, and introduced:

Today we are going to teach you how to make a pottery vase. It is relatively simple and elegant, and it is also more practical. After it is completely completed, you can take it away. It is a good choice to arrange flowers at home, or simply as a decoration.

Wei Yuan took a look at the sample, it was a very common type of pottery, in comparison, people who draw sketches should be familiar with this kind of thing, after the teacher gave a brief introduction, he began to teach some basic pottery making methods, Then there is freedom to create.

Everyone has their own workbench, with many tools on it, similar to pottery wheels, turntables, and various cutting and hollowing tools, densely packed, which looks extremely professional.

Wei Yuan hardly missed a word when he was listening. With his current control over the body, he can easily complete these uncomplicated skills. Her pottery skills are all forgotten.

The body moves one step earlier.

Yu Xuesong walked among the students, correcting some common mistakes.

Even if it is just an online shopping experience class, she is attentive and serious enough.

Although most people come here just to experience pottery, which is regarded as a hobby, and basically there will be no second time, but the content taught today is very basic, and with complete tools, it is easy to produce results.

Even though there will be various shortcomings and problems, at least it looks like a pottery, and it will have a sense of accomplishment, which is enough. This sense of accomplishment can leave some people to experience it for the second time, and there will be a small Some people are really interested in pottery, which may be the value of this job beyond money.

Pottery and pottery have been with people for a long time.

But now it has gradually disappeared in the lives of most people.

As a potter, Yu Xuesong was somewhat disappointed by this, and pointed out a loophole made by a young girl. She suddenly heard a surprised exclamation, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the only one sitting on the edge. A male student.

Then his eyes widened.

Ceramic art has gone through a long period of development, and there are many, many auxiliary tools in modern times, but she saw that the young man who came to experience gave up those tools and only used the fast wheel to pull the embryo, and a pottery appeared naturally and smoothly. In his hand, he then modified it with his fingers and carved the lines with a wooden knife.

The hand was very steady, even to her, it was terrifyingly steady.

All the movements are calm and unhurried, without the slightest excess, almost like art.

And the young pottery maker was engrossed and meticulous in his demeanor.

Yu Xuesong was a little distracted. At that moment, she almost felt that she had seen her teacher, the old gentleman who had been studying pottery all his life. He was equally meticulous, focused and gentle. Believe in cognition.

It was as if in front of this young man, that respected elder seemed inferior.

Just like those great masters in the legend.

But he is still so young...

She subconsciously covered her mouth to prevent herself from exclamating and disturbing the other party.

What appeared in the hands of the other party was a simple but quaint pottery, completely different from the ones used for display. This pottery has a strong and primitive style, and has a rather impactful aesthetic feeling. Both the curvature and the decoration on it are very natural. As if formed naturally, it has a sense of mystery that is different from this era.

It's almost a work of art.

She couldn't help but wanted to speak, but suddenly found that very young man staring blankly at Pottery.

I don't know when tears were streaming down my face.

Wei Yuan looked at the pottery that appeared in his hands almost naturally, a kind of sadness that he could not even describe and describe suddenly emerged, tears appeared almost uncontrollably, and then he was absent-minded. Wipe away tears.

Suddenly hearing the sound of a mobile phone snapping a photo, Wei Yuan turned around and saw Yu Xuesong took a picture of his own pottery. You are not a beginner in that style, are you?

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and replied with a smile: It's sort of.

He stared at the pottery, as if he saw Yuan's youth and Yuan's age.

It is normal for Yu Xuesong to feel that his teachers are not comparable. People in this era just regard pottery as a hobby, but in the Age of Gods, this is Yuan's life...

Wei Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and smashed the pottery just made.

Yu Xuesong was taken aback, and then looked at the pottery with some regret. Wei Yuan took a deep breath. He originally said that he would send the pottery to Jue as a vase after it was made. Now it seems that it is not easy to give it away. Be mentally prepared to say something.

Wei Yuan got up to say goodbye, and after giving five-star praise, he came out of the pottery studio.

Looking at the sunshine outside, he pursed his lips. The memories and experiences that Yuan had left had caused him quite a lot of trouble now, and it was obviously more serious than he imagined.

Relying on practice and meditation, increasing self should be able to weaken this effect, but Wei Yuan thinks it is better for him to see a psychiatrist.

After returning to the museum, I turned on the computer and revisited the largest mental hospital in Gangnam-do.

Click on the appointment part and ask the customer service. After carefully distinguishing the price-performance ratio and comprehensive evaluations of patients on the Internet, Wei Yuan chose a high-achieving student who was said to be from a prestigious school and had studied abroad as his psychiatrist, and made an appointment. time.

Although the hospital is in Yingtianfu, modern transportation is extremely developed.

It's not too much trouble.

Soon Wei Yuan's mobile phone received a text message informing him that the appointment was successful. He looked at the photo of the doctor on the website. It was a young woman with short hair and a delicate and gentle face. Her expression and smile gave people a sense of peace. .

The name is Wang Qi.

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After get off work, Yu Xuesong saw off the last batch of students.

Exhausted, she sat down to rest, turned on her mobile phone to play for a while, and suddenly remembered the young man she saw today, and his obviously antique-style pottery. Feeling fresh, she sent the photo to her classmates group.

In fact, she studied sculpture at the Academy of Fine Arts as an undergraduate, and then switched to pottery.

After graduation, the students in the group seldom bubbled up. She waited for a while with great interest, but there was still no answer. She felt that everyone's feelings faded after graduation, so she didn't care too much. She packed up her things and went home. After taking a shower and lying lazily on the sofa, the phone screen flickered twice.

It was the respected old professor in my memory.

Who did this?

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