Museum of Demons

The recovery of memory is like the legendary dream of yellow beams. The long years, when I think of it now, it turns out to be like a fantasy dream, and the clouds and smoke dissipate, but only in a blink of an eye. The young-looking abbot of the museum was in a daze with his sword, and then there was no other abnormality.

The old man surnamed Zhou couldn't help but said: Three, I only know that the Lou sword once killed Wu Zixu and Wen Zhong, who is the third one who died by this sword?

Wei Yuan replied, It's Zhao Gao.

He put down the sword and replied: The CRRC Mansion Order of the Qin Dynasty, the Prime Minister of the Second Emperor, finally took this Mrs. Xu sword to the Zhai Palace, and then died under the Shulou sword.

Both the old Taoist priest and the old man surnamed Zhou were surprised.

Zhou Jiefu scratched his beard and said, This statement is somewhat, uh, somewhat novel.

It was never mentioned in those history books that Zhao Gao entered the fasting palace with Mrs. Xu's sword, nor did it mention that Ziying was Zhao Gao who was killed with the Lou sword.

Wei Yuan replied casually: It's very simple. With Zhao Gao's treacherous scheming, how could he go to see Ziying without a weapon? He originally wanted to lure Ziying to the ancestral temple and kill him so that he could surrender to the princes. Now It's just a change of place, from killing in the ancestral temple to killing in the Zhai Palace.

From Zhao Gao's standpoint, there is no difference.

And if you want to kill the King of Qin, you don't have many weapons to choose. Among them, Mrs. Xu's sword, which Crown Prince Dan painstakingly begged for, is undoubtedly the best kind. Zhao Gao still cares about face.

Zhou Jiefu was stunned for a moment, and said, This is reasonable.

He glanced at Wei Yuan suspiciously, and said, However, this matter was not recorded in the history books, not even mentioned in the history books, how did the owner of Wei Yuan know?

Because this is what I have experienced firsthand.

Ziying, Zhao Gao, Han Tan, all of them were people who were once alive. They passed by me on horseback, made me my enemy, made me my friend, or met me by chance, and then ran to the distance.

It seems that Ziying abided by the contract and did not pass on that matter.

The sound of planes flying in the sky was low and muffled, as if it came from another world far away.

In the dreary weather at the end of summer, the green leaves are a little listless. On the path outside, there are children running past with popsicles.

The young museum owner came back to his senses and said with a smile:

I've only heard it occasionally.

It may be just a rumor, or it may be the speculation of future generations.

Let's just listen to it as a story.

Zhou Jiefu suddenly thought that this was a rumor that the young man wanted to prove that he was knowledgeable so that no one knew about it, but it was exposed and it was not a good end. He didn't mention it again, but agreed with him:

If this is the case, a match between a sword that kills kings like Mrs. Xu's sword, and a sword that kills officials like Shu Lou, in the fasting palace at the end of Qin Dynasty, would indeed have the flavor of a legend. , if it is compiled into a script or something, it should be able to earn a fortune.

Wei Yuan laughed and said, Maybe I just listened to some storytelling from somewhere and wrote it down.

He put down the wisp of sword.

The long sword whispered in its sheath, and the sound chilled Qingyue.

The old Taoist suddenly asked: Master Wei, it seems that he is very familiar with this sword.

When I saw you holding the sword just now, the sword seemed to have come to life, but it didn't look like an antique at all.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, After all, I have opened a museum, so I have some experience with these ancient relics.

Zhou Jiefu was full of envy and praised, obviously he also wanted to have this kind of method.

A few people covered this topic, and after chatting for a while, Wei Yuan took the initiative to leave. The old Taoist priest had to stay here for a while, and asked Zhang Hao to come and pick him up. Wei Yuan waved his hand and said, Don't bother, The road is not too far, so we will go back after walking.”

Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist sent Wei Yuan out.

The old Taoist looked at the wisp of sword left behind, feeling a little dazed.

Zhou Jiefu bumped his friend on the shoulder and said, What are you thinking about?

The old Taoist came back to his senses and said, I was thinking, what the Master Wei said may be true...

He can easily control this attribute sword, which is enough to see that he is very familiar with this sword.

Zhou Jiefu couldn't help laughing out loud, That's absolutely impossible.

He flicked the blade and said to himself:

This sword has only been unearthed for a short time. It is placed in the tomb of Qin together with Mrs. Xu's sword. This shows that this sword has not been unearthed for many years. experience, it is even more impossible for someone to touch this sword before us.

What he said is just like what he himself said, just listen to it as a story. I thought, it's just that someone connected this famous sword with some historical events, and used it as a story. It's normal for things like that.

Besides, the reason for the sword may be the origin of the family, or the superb swordsmanship.

In short, since the sword was found in the tomb, it was unearthed and sent to me. However, it has been served by one train. No one has touched it again. It is still familiar. Could it be that he touched the sword before it was buried? Hahaha, I Look at you, it's because of Taoism that you have brain problems.

Zhou Jiefu made a joke at last, and said seriously, By the way, you have to come and help me.

This thing has to be sent back today for some identification research.

The old Taoist asked suspiciously: Can't you do it by yourself?

With lingering fear in his heart, Zhou Jiefu pointed to Mrs. Xu's sword and said:

I'm afraid that these two swords will mess up again on the road, and I won't be able to clean it up by myself.

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Wei Yuan left the small collection place, and when he looked back, the barrier couldn't be seen with the naked eye.

He walked in the direction of the museum, but after walking for a while, he felt a headache. The road was too long, and he shouldn't have pretended that just now. Wouldn't it be nice to honestly let Zhang Hao pick him up? Isn't it nice to turn on the car air conditioner on a hot day?

If you have to go by yourself, the car will take you half an hour. When will you go?

Dress up, let you pretend.

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he pressed his heart. It still hurt a little, so he decided to give up such means as Yufeng, and honestly scanned the QR code to drive a shared bicycle.

Riding a shared bicycle, walking through the modern technological city, when he is alone, he is always in a trance, time goes by, everything changes, Shi Huangdi, Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, Zhang Liang, all have become the past, but he still exists in this land superior.

And on this land of China, all creatures are still multiplying and growing at a leisurely pace.

He stopped in front of the traffic lights.

A bus was parked next to it, and it was full of people, old and young, chatting, or playing with their mobile phones. Their faces no longer had the blank pain that they had seen in troubled times back then. This is the look that only exists in the world of peace.

He closed his eyes.

Years run on the land of China, and the vicissitudes of life will never stop.

With his eyes closed, he still remembers in a trance, under the setting sun, the sharp warrior riding a war horse, carrying a broken long sword on his back, singing Qin Feng to the distance, his temples are gray, and then he opened his eyes, it seems to be an illusion, He saw himself as a Ruishi reflected on the shell of the bus next to him, standing opposite to himself.

It seems to be the interlacing of pictures, two rivers surging and converging with each other.

The traffic light turns green.

The self reflected in Wei Yuan's eyes is still Qin Mo's attire.

Wei Yuan knew that it was a hallucination, a trance just after recovering his memory.

In reality, Rui Shi, who was originally dressed as a ranger, looked away, wearing modern half-sleeves, jeans, and sneakers. There were drinks in the frame of the shared bicycle, and modern music was playing in the roadside shop. Walk out of the historical corridor and walk through the alleys of the streets.

Daqin Ruishi rode a war horse, tapped his sword and sang loudly, facing the setting sun and history gradually going away.

And the short-haired Wei Yuan is carrying a sword box on his back, riding a shared bicycle, and traveling through the real modern times.

At this moment, they pass by.

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In a research institute.

Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist changed into researcher clothes. This place specializes in the study of ancient artifacts. Because the popularization of extraordinary practice methods is on the agenda, more and more attention is paid here. The purpose of the research is to excavate ancient tombs and obtain practice books. And utensils, promote the modern way of practice.

Zhou Jiefu put down Mrs. Xu's sword and Zhulou sword.

By the way, I mentioned that these two swords may be Mrs. Xu's sword and Zhulou sword.

One of the researchers asked in surprise, Old Zhou, have you read it?

What have you seen?

The researcher pointed to the ancient books on a nearby cabinet, and said, We found these books in the tomb. In order to prevent them from being weathered and turned into ashes, we had to deal with them in advance. I just finished them this morning. I thought you had read them. .”

These two swords are indeed Mrs. Xu's sword and Shuji sword, which are recorded in this ancient book.

Surprised, Zhou Jiefu put on his gloves and gently took out the ancient book to read it.

This is the self-report of the owner of the tomb. It seems that he was buried directly by his descendants, so it has not been handed down. The old Taoist priest and Zhou Jiefu looked at it together, followed the kind reminder of the research institute, jumped to the part where the origin of the sword was recorded, and read out casually:

Yu Wei Han Tan, attendant Qin Wang Ziying...

The treacherous official Zhao Gao had the heart of disobedience, and wanted to forcefully break into the palace to kill the king and the king. Yu Da was terrified, so he entered with the Jingke sword. Fortunately, there was a Daqin sharp soldier who held the sword and belonged to Lou. The Daqin Ancestral Temple has a high character and does not want to leave a name, so it is said that Zhao Gao was killed outside, talk about it.

I am ashamed, the king died at the hands of Xiang Yu, and Yu desperately fled with these two swords.

And record the name of the person who killed Zhao Gao, so that future generations will know.

He is His Majesty the First Emperor of the Qin Dynasty who holds the halberd.

The voices of Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist paused slightly, their eyes fell on the last word, their brains went blank for a moment, and then their palms trembled unconsciously, and they whispered:

Its name is...

deep!

PS: Today's first update..., 3,000 words, thank you for your reward, thank you