Museum of Demons

The remnants of the true spirit from the past emerged from the nine-stalked staff and slowly fell into Wei Yuan's body. Apart from Crouching Tiger, it came from the original and purest Taoism of Taiping taught by the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao. Gathering again, spanning a long period of time, it turned into a way that is different from Crouching Tiger.

True spirits are scattered across the universe, but those who eat the breath will not die.

Therefore, Taoism is immortal.

Wei Yuan's original second-level Crouching Tiger Jue was directly capped with the help of this ray of Taiping Taoism, and it may break through at any time, and then it seems to have been polished for a long time, and gradually stabilized without the slightest riot.

He sat quietly for a day and a night before the nine sticks.

It was only then that he calmed down his sorrowful emotions, remained silent for a long time, and went to search for the inheritance of Taiping Dao.

Suddenly, it was discovered that the Taiping Road, which had declined in this era, was actually listed as the orthodox avenue in ancient times, and eventually became the Taiping Department, one of the three caves and four auxiliary ones listed in the Shenzhou Taoism. It is an absolute majestic avenue that has never been lost.

Wei Yuan sat in a daze for a long time, feeling a little relieved in his heart. It seems that at least the original self did not let the Taiping Dao be lost after all, and he did not live up to the entrustment of the great virtuous teacher. He left a legacy in this world and made it one of the Dao.

I just don't know what happened in the Song Dynasty.

As Shenzhou Dao Zang, the Taiping Ministry with three caves and four assistants unexpectedly declined during this period.

Wei Yuan pondered for a while, and remained silent for a long time. He began to search for the Battle of Guangzong on his mobile phone. After typing these four words, his movements froze for a while before he pressed the search button. Under the influence of modern technology, a large amount of information was mobilized Come out and put it in front of him, but in fact most of them are materials about the Yellow Turban Uprising.

There are very few parts about the battle of Guangzong.

It's just the end of the Yellow Turban Army.

Wei Yuan saw that in the battle of Guangzong, more than 30,000 people died in the Yellow Turbans, and more than 50,000 died in the water. The hero general Zhang Liang died in the battle, and the original Yellow Turbans disappeared.

Afterwards, the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Bao killed hundreds of thousands of people in battle.

The real yellow turbans are gone.

However, there are still Taiping Dao disciples fighting alone in various places.

There are also many thieves who used the name of the Yellow Turban to burn, kill and loot.

In history, it is just a line of cold words, but to him, it is a real person who has lived.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes.

The 30,000 people who died in battle were the queens of the palace, and the more than 50,000 people who died in the water were not soldiers at all, but family members, wives and children.

Huangfusong... mercilessly.

Wei Yuan managed to suppress his emotions, but when he lowered his head and saw that line, after the Battle of Guangzong, Zhang Jiao was smashed into a coffin and slaughtered, transported back to the capital, and passed on to Luoyang, he still felt There was a burst of dizziness, and a tingling pain that could not be described in words stirred my heart.

Rolling and rolling, even a bloody smell emerged from his mouth.

A pathetic pain that belongs to the past.

It turned out that there was really something that caused excessive grief and coughed up blood.

And at this time, the Crouching Tiger waist card suddenly whistled and slowly lit up, and the last strands of true spirits escaped from the nine-stalk staff, and the two treasures intertwined, creating the final short-lived scene——

Cao Mengde was once a lieutenant of Sili.

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Tang Zhou finally felt at ease after Zhang Jiao's death. He didn't know if it was because of guilt or because of other reasons. After he learned that the young Taoist who gave him the food and saved his life had died, even Zhang Liang felt the same. After being beheaded, he got drunk.

Immediately thereafter, Emperor Ling issued an edict stating that Zhang Jiao had committed a heinous crime, and the emperor ordered Huangfusong to behead Zhang Jiao.

Pickle the head and send it to the capital Luoyang at high speed, and pass it on for thousands of miles.

The Han army found Zhang Jiao's coffin, dug it out, and planned to behead him. After Tang Zhou heard about it, he hurried over, ignoring his hangover headache. The horsewhip, the high-spirited young man, Tang Zhou, who was almost pierced by an arrow in his forehead before, felt lingering fear.

But thinking of Zhang Jiao's undead, he felt uneasy, so he mustered up his courage, exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then asked the young man, I don't know where the head of that thief Zhang Jiao is?

The young man in red held a horsewhip in one hand, pointed to a square box on the table, and said with a smile:

Not here?

Tang Zhou was overjoyed, and asked again: I wonder if Zhou can take a look at the thief's leader?

The young man in red smiled and raised his hand, Please.

Tang Zhou leaned forward, he was a little bit excited before, but as the wooden box containing the head was close at hand, he felt a little sad in his heart, recalling the young Taoist who smiled harmlessly when he first met, but In the end, the smile at the corner of the boy's mouth was replaced by the dancer's twirling colored silk. His palm stopped shaking and he opened the box.

The wooden box was empty, with nothing in it.

Tang Zhou's thoughts froze——

What about the head?

Before he had time to ask, a knife light exploded, and immediately Tang Zhou felt a pain in his neck, his head fell down, and it happened to land in the box. The young man in red closed the box, patted the blood on his body, and mocked:

This is the first level.

Yuan asked you to use the knife, can you not be so rude?

The young man with the knife just grinned.

The young man in red handed the box to the young man next to him, he didn’t care, they were all heads, in order to preserve them for a long time, they had to be pickled with lime, no one would be able to tell the difference, even though Zhang Jiao was just the head of a thief , but he still felt a little displeased with such things as killing corpses and beheading.

Besides, His Majesty doesn't necessarily care what this rebel looks like.

The young man with the knife said: General Huangfusong said that this time the great merit will be given to Lu Shangshu.

Only in this way can he be exempted from his serious crimes and saved from trouble, Meng De, do you agree?

Naturally agree.

...Why? Now everyone in the world is trying to get ahead.

The young man in red was full of spirits, pointing his horsewhip forward with one hand, and laughed loudly:

Wouldn't it be a great fortune if you could get Huangfusong and Lu Zhi's love for a little military reward, besides, you and I come from a rich family, so there is no shortage of opportunities for promotion, but today the world is closed. The matter of officials and nobles?!

Thousands of years later, all the ministers, generals and schools are dead, but a handful of loess, who remembers? And the world calls me, only Cao Mengde!

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Yuan Yuan was sucked into the turbulent current, exhausted and sad, and he didn't know when he was washed to a flat ground.

Several Han soldiers found him, even though he didn't have a yellow scarf on his head, they all subconsciously judged that he was a person who came down the river from Guangzong City, and when they were about to kill him, the leader Xiaoxiao suddenly saw The pair of newly woven straw sandals on the boy's feet were somewhat familiar, so he hurriedly stopped the Han army, saying:

When I was a knight-errant in Zhuojun County, I met an elder brother who was a member of the Liu clan and a disciple of Lu Zhi, the prefect of Jiujiang. When he was young and poor, he used to weave mats and sell shoes. What he did, it should be his old friend, not the Yellow Turban thief.

Many Han soldiers barely suppressed their hostility when they heard Lu Zhi's name.

The junior officer took out his soldier and horse talisman, tore the cloth at random and wrote a document similar to proving that this person is not a Yellow Turban thief, then pressed his own mark, took out a little food and gave it to A Yuan, so that he could settle down by himself some places.

The young man knew that Zhang Liang and Uncle Niu had passed away. Even though he knew that he could not die easily, he was still at a loss under great grief. He wanted to join his uncle Zhang Bao, but on the way he knew that his uncle also chose to fight with the Han army. Fight to the death, and finally defeat the news of death.

He became a wandering doctor, treating people's diseases, silently looking for someone who can bear the scriptures of Taiping and open up a world of peace and benevolence, but he found nothing. This winter, he met a family of old and young, and when he was treating the old man , Hearing the familiar word Sili, he couldn't help but startled.

But the old man said that Zhuge Feng, their ancestor who had a lineage, was once a captain of Sili during the Yuan Emperor of the Western Han Dynasty.

The old man looked at Yuan and saw that the boy was weak. Although he was old and silent, he had medical skills. He felt sorry for the boy's weakness and said, If you don't mind Yuan, why don't you join us and join my distant relatives.

Thinking of the teacher's last entrustment, the boy nodded and said hoarsely, Where are you going?

The old man was surprised when he spoke, and replied with a smile:

Langya Yangdu.

This year, the winter of the first year of Zhongping.

The last flame of the Yellow Turban, engulfed by the troubled times, went to the Land of Langya with the Book of Heaven.

This year, Langya had a three-year-old child. His father was an official outside the country, and his mother also died of illness this year.

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The picture in front of Wei Yuan slowly dissipated, and the power on the Nine-Joint Staff had already dissipated. The past that it recorded from Yu Yuan could no longer appear. My own self did not die with the Yellow Turban, so where is the remaining memory?

He thought that according to legend, it was written by Zhang Jiao himself.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, Wei Yuan slowly recovered his thoughts, and Lin Li's voice sounded outside: Master Wei? Master Wei, are you okay?

You haven't eaten for three days.

Wei Yuan got up slowly, holding the nine-jointed stick in one hand naturally, and walked towards the door. Outside the door, Lin Li was a little worried, and the old gentleman from the Lin family was next to him, who was also a little curious at the moment. What's the matter if you don't drink.

Lin Li wanted to knock on the door, but the door was pulled open from the inside.

She froze for a moment, while the old man next to her looked slightly stunned. Seeing the young man in modern clothes walk out in the dark, holding the nine-scepter of the Taiping Dao in one hand, he didn't seem to have the slightest sense of incompatibility, just like him Really in charge of this thing, the breath is harmonious.

In a trance, it seemed to see a young Taoist priest wearing a linen robe, who had passed through the years and had clear eyes.

But in an instant, the trance illusion disappeared.

It was still just a modern young man with short hair and black button-up clothes.

But the old man of the Lin family still has a feeling of hesitation in his heart. After all, the nine-jointed stick is a thing that is comparable to the male and female dragon and tiger swords. It has its own true spirit, which is completely different from ordinary magic weapons. The second reason is to take away the nine-section staff, because this object is too attractive to the monks of the Taiping Dao, and it needs to be sent to the Tianshi Mansion as soon as possible.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, raised his hand and handed over the Nine-Jones Staff that engraved the secret text, and said softly.

Be kind to it.

The old man nodded and took it, his pupils constricted slightly, and he felt a tingling pain in his palm.

He glanced at Wei Yuan slowly, but didn't say much.

But Lin Li thought of the strength shown by the young museum owner earlier, and said, Master Wei, those Taiping Dao monks should not give up easily, I wonder if you can help?

After Lin Li said this, his voice paused, and he suddenly remembered that his friend Zhou Yi had told him. She also hoped to recruit the owner to join the special operations team.

However, the latter dismissed him with the reason of hoping to live the life of ordinary people. He couldn't help lowering his head and sticking out his tongue quietly. It seemed that he had said something wrong. He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation and say that he didn't want to participate Things are fine, but I heard the young museum curator say:

OK.

Master, you don't want to participate...

Lin Li's eyes widened, and he subconsciously looked at the other party.

Huh? ? ?

accepted? !

Has the owner changed his temper? !

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Wei Yuan bid farewell to the two Shang Qingzongs who had different faces, and then sat cross-legged in the quiet room alone. He thought of his past choices. At that time, he came into contact with the truth of this world, and he was a little scared in his heart. He didn't want to be involved in the dangerous world. Extraordinary world, think about it now, that initial thought has long been dissipated, because...

He looked at the bustling city outside the window, and was silent for a long time, with a gentle and soft expression.

Creating the future and guarding this era is originally the duty of 'us'.

Isn't it, teacher, Uncle Liu, Yu...

However, he still chooses to be alone.

Faces flashed before his eyes.

Finally he raised his glass.

In the end, I just drank tea alone.

PS: The first update, 3,800 words, a little late, sorry.

Thank you for the leader of Cz, thank you~ Then today’s second update may be a little less, I have to push the next line, thank you for your likes, I can only work hard to write this book well, and hope to be worthy of everyone.

In fact, the core of this book comes from an occasional brain hole of mine.

If an ordinary person in modern society is not bad and has a sense of justice, but also values ​​his own life and is unwilling to take risks, if such a person is accompanied by the journey of generations of heroes, what will he be shaped like in the end... ………