Museum of Demons

Artwork is alive.

They carry the emotions of the maker, they watch the life of the user, and then pass these things down from generation to generation, until the day they are also broken, but even if they are broken, in front of the true bosom friend, those little remains , still exudes a dazzling brilliance.

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I don't know how many times I saw that scene in my dream again.

Enemies rushing turbulently, the enemies not only come from the earth, not only from the other side, but also from the interior of the court, and even from the sky. After five hundred years, the originally powerful empire has become a rotten chariot. He fought hard, but only lost.

In the picture, the tall and mighty man laughed wantonly and stepped onto the tall building.

Look at the distant sky and the enemy on the earth.

Raise your glass and drink.

The tall building was eventually completely burned to the ground.

Along with the emperor's great achievements and ambitions, he was buried together.

The bronze wine bottle fell to the ground, rolled and fell to the ground.

Dong Yuefeng slowly opened his eyes, sighed, and looked out of the window. The city has not yet fallen asleep, and the lights of vehicles can still be seen outside. The modern night is different from the time he is familiar with. Also lively.

He was woken up and couldn't sleep for a while.

After washing his face, he simply put on his pajamas, held a lamp and walked to a bookshelf. Here are his collections, the treasures he collected all his life. He has decided to donate all these collections after his death. But there is one thing that he has been hesitating about whether to donate it.

He touched the special collection on the bookcase.

It was a bronze ware, a bronze jue with a flat body and a flat bottom, with a slightly widened streamline, a short tail, and delicate lines on it, which looked elegant and noble. There were the words use offering and drinking on the bottom, but there was only one place. The traces of the potholes seem to be the traces left by falling on the stone, which affects the overall beauty, which makes people feel a little pity.

Dong Yuefeng heard an old voice: Little guy, are you having that dream again?

Dong Yuefeng has gray hair all over his head, but in this voice, he is still just a little guy.

He smiled and said: Yes, Mr. Jue, I did it again, and I can't fall asleep.

Artwork has a life of its own.

This is a sentence he often hangs on his lips, but it is not just empty words, or a so-called metaphysical exaggerated description, but a plain conclusion.

He has been able to hear the sound of ancient artifacts since he was a child, and has been protecting the Bronze Jue from the Shang Dynasty by his side. Under the guidance of the Bronze Jue, he has gradually become a famous historical figure in the entire Shenzhou. A scholar, as well as a master pottery artist, his life is considered wonderful enough.

He sat down, took down the quaint and heavy bronze jazz, adjusted his reading glasses, and sighed:

Dream again.

I don't know how many times I can still dream. I don't know how long it will take after I leave before you can meet someone who can hear your voice again.

The Bronze Lord didn't care, and said: I will always meet, I can give birth to spiritual wisdom, and I can see this era, which is already the best good fortune, and there is nothing dissatisfied with this annihilation.

Dong Yuefeng didn't say anything, just moved his body and said:

Mr. Jue, it's rare that you've woken up too. Let's talk about Di Xin's story...

The Bronze Jue chatted idly, it was just a wine jue that was once placed on the Shang King's table.

I don't know much, but it has been passed down as treasures, so I have a high enough ability to identify pottery and ancient objects. The story I told is also very simple, but it is how the king of Shang struggled in the mud of that era and finally failed. .

Shang is a country that values ​​ghosts and gods more than laws.

By the time of Emperor Xin, the big business that had supported it for five hundred years was on the verge of collapse.

The royal family, relatives, the witch family, and the princes all stared at Da Shang with covetous eyes.

According to Bronze Jue, Di Xin ascended the throne as the youngest son.

When I saw him for the first time, he was still a teenager, looking forward to flying.

Tell about his incomparable strength and heroic weapon.

It tells the story of a young slave who knelt in front of Di Xin and was appointed as a general.

There is also a slave named Fei Lian. His son is able to fight lions and tigers and is loyal to Emperor Xin. He is called Elai. It tells the story that Emperor Xin abolished the system of listening to ghosts and gods in everything, no longer sacrificed a large number of slaves to ancestors, and even let slaves join the army, using villains without ancestors' achievements, and finally angered the princes and ghosts, and was defeated.

This was a story Dong Yuefeng had heard many times, but he still didn't show any impatience.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand to caress the Bronze Jue, and sighed: Sometimes I think about this life, whether it was just a dream or not, I have traveled to many places in the past few decades, but I have never seen an ancient man as special as you. device.

The Bronze Lord seemed to have exhausted the energy he had accumulated during this period of time, and stopped answering.

Dong Yuefeng smiled, he was used to this kind of intermittent communication.

I just don't know if it will find that it has already left one step after waking up from a short sleep, maybe it will, I don't know what it will think when the time comes...

Dong Yuefeng sighed and put the Bronze Jue back.

When he was about to take a break, the mobile phone flickered. The old man was more meticulous. Thinking of what he had said to the students today, he thought he had found the corresponding information. After opening it, he found that it was the student group of the class he had taught. A student sent a picture.

A young man was making pottery.

Dong Yuefeng didn't care at first, but when he saw the pottery, he froze.

He suddenly got up.

He turned his head almost abruptly to look at the protected Shang King Bronze Jue.

He felt something similar, just a little bit, but very similar, yes, it was the breath of the Age of Gods that the Bronze Lord mentioned occasionally, he suddenly thought of something, hurriedly saved the picture, and then searched for the tutorial .

It took a long time to use all kinds of old-fashioned filters in the current software. When the highest-level antique filter was processed, the old man stared at the photo with wide-eyed eyes, and his palm trembled suddenly.

After a long time, he picked up his phone, typed a line, deleted and changed it, changed it and deleted it.

Who did this?

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Wei Yuan set off for the mental hospital in Yingtianfu the next day.

It doesn't take long for the high-speed rail to reach the destination.

He went a little early, and there was a little girl in line before him. She lowered her head and said nothing, exuding a gloomy and low breath, and there was a trace of death. That kind of death came naturally from her soul. Wei Yuan could feel what came out.

The child bowed his head and remained motionless.

Wei Yuan picked up a peace of mind and peace of mind spell, and then hit the little girl with the breath of the spell.

The smell has dissipated a bit, but it's still there.

It is the most troublesome state, Wei Yuan sighed, this kind of state, some priests may be able to deal with it, but it is definitely not a monk like him who practiced the sword of killing life and protecting the law. If you are willing to take action, you can smash the demons and restore her state of mind to normal.

Someone called soon, and the little girl's parents dragged her in.

Wei Yuan waited quietly.

After more than an hour, the door opened, and the little girl came out with tears in the corners of her eyes. Wei Yuan was surprised to find that the gloom on the little girl had dissipated a lot, and even almost disappeared. , a woman with a delicate and peaceful face came out.

She half knelt down, looked at the little girl, reached out and stroked her hair, and said softly, Remember, you have to face it.

The little girl nodded heavily.

The female doctor reached out and took out a piece of candy from her pocket, and handed it to the child.

Then he stood up, looked at Wei Yuan, and said, The next patient, please come in.

Wei Yuan stood up, had a slight liking for the doctor, and then walked in. The doctor asked about Wei Yuan's situation, pondered slightly, and gave his opinion, then pointed to the hospital bed next to him, smiled softly and calmly, and said:

This is not a very difficult problem. You just need to pay attention to it. With drug treatment, you can recover quickly.

You sleep for a while, I will give you hypnotherapy.

Of course, if you feel embarrassed, you can lie on the sofa and receive treatment.

Wei Yuan decided to sit on the sofa.

Relaxed, the doctor named Wang Qi sat across from him, and stretched out his fingers to lightly touch his forehead.

His fingers were a little cold, and Wei Yuan's body almost tensed up.

Not because of contact.

But Crouching Tiger's waist card trembled and hummed, and a thought flashed across his spiritual platform. Crouching Tiger roared and pointed at the handsome and quiet doctor in front of him—

Big Monster Birch!

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Now, the finger of this big monster of the monster race who was widely worshiped during the Qin and Han Dynasties was resting on his forehead.

Wei Yuan has already envisioned encountering the tiger's maid and the tiger's situation many times.

But he never expected this scene.

She is a patient, and the other party is a doctor who seems to be very responsible. The timing of the encounter is treatment, but she did not recognize herself, because the dream monsters like Burch only rely on the imprint in the dream to confirm the body, and do not care about it. Is it your own appearance?

Wei Yuan's thoughts turned, and he knew that this was definitely not a suitable time to make a move. He might not be the opponent's opponent, and in a place with a high population density like a hospital, once Birch was cornered, Wei Yuan might never want to see him. To the picture, a huge number of casualties.

And if you don’t care about it, the other party is the big dream-eating monster, a high-ranking demon clan of the dream-eating tapir family, and your own dreams may not be able to hide the other party, and you will fall into a passive position. Runaway, killing innocent people.

The relative advantage should be used to make Birch lose the courage to make a move.

You should choose checks and balances, let the other party be cautious, and dare not make a move. In other words, similar to nuclear deterrence, do not take the initiative to take action, do not show panic or too calm, and behave calmly, so that the other party is worried and fearful, so as not to Dare to shoot.

The thoughts in Wei Yuan's mind turned rapidly.

Judgments and decisions were made in a short period of time.

He looked peaceful, controlled his body to relax naturally, and then closed his eyes.

Birch fell asleep.

This is a job that has been done many times, but this time, the woman's expression suddenly changed.

She heard a rhythmic thud.

In that ancient and modern, real and illusory dream, a familiar man is making pottery, his movements are meticulous, and he has a skillful and calm manner that has been honed over time. Birch's body is slightly stiff, and a fear naturally emerges. She raised her head and looked at her dream body.

In reality, patients who had closed their eyes opened their eyes.

Dream, reality.

True and false.

The black eyes were deep and calm, looking at Wang Qi at the same time.

Then Birch heard a flat laugh in his ear.

It really took me a while to make an appointment with you, Dr. Wang.

Sitting on the sofa, Wei Yuan leaned back slightly, crossed his fingers, and said in a calm and natural tone as much as possible:

Or should I call you Birch?

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