Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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There are many ways to make cultural relics old, such as burying method, coloring method, infiltration method...Of course, the best method is "hand toy", rubbing with hands to let the oil infiltrate the cultural relics, so that it has a unique luster...Of course , Kneading the knife with your hands is really not realistic.

Finally, there is a mix-and-match method of the two curators after they got drunk.

"Come on, come on, come on... give way."

Curator He of the touring exhibition came over with a cauldron, and curator JP, who had a heart-to-heart with him... had already prepared the induction cooker.

When Yamabukiri Nagayoshi raised his head in disgrace, what he saw was the big iron pot that had already boiled.

The sudden appearance of a boiling cauldron in the clean and tidy dean's office was very unnatural, but it also made Yamabukiri Nagayoshi heave a sigh of relief.

Maybe it's because he's so hungry, and maybe he wants to eat supper!

That is to say...is he saved? !

Yamabukiri Nagayoshi tried his best to reduce his sense of existence. He was just born... no, he was beaten by the society before he was born, which made him lose his temper at all.

He just wants to go home now.

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"I thought you didn't have sulfuric acid here." Curator He opened a bottle of aged vinegar and poured it into boiling water.

Although not as good as industrial acids, vinegar also has the function of eroding the surface of swords, making new swords look old.

The next step is the highlight. The tour curator took out a bag of tea and prepared to pour it into the pot. The color of strong tea is adhesive, which can make the color of cultural relics dim, as natural as if they had been buried and corroded.

The curator of JP looked at the tea bag in the hand of curator He, and suddenly stopped it, "Your tea is quite expensive, or I have a kind of—"

"Wood things, wood things, it's very cheap." The curator of the touring exhibition smiled honestly, "This is specially bought for you, and it's the cheapest."

Curator Wen Shang of JP Museum: ...

All right, the curator of JP rubbed his nose resentfully, then took out a bottle of sushi soy sauce from the desk drawer, and poured tons of it into the pot. At this moment, the strong smell of tea mixed with the sour taste of vinegar , The flavor of soy sauce began to emanate, permeating the office.

Even Yamabuchi Kirigayoshi, who hadn't eaten any food, couldn't help swallowing, but then, he felt that he was picked up by someone——

Curator He of the touring exhibition simply shook the sand on it with a knife, and then threw it into the boiling water without hesitation.

Immediately, the thick tea-colored and soy-sauce-colored soup buried the knife, and only bubbles were seen constantly boiling on the surface of the water——

"Let's just wait...it will take a long time to cook." The curator of the touring exhibition raised his head and recalled the heat and time for making mutton steamed buns and stewed mutton.

In order to prevent the tea leaves from sticking to the blade, the tour curator had to keep stirring with a spatula, while the curator of JP took the opportunity to chat with him.

"After all, the real one is in the museum, so this is the first time I've seen the imitation Yamababa Kiri Nagayoshi." The director of the JP museum casually tore off the mint leaves grown on the balcony and threw them into the iron pot, so that the already delicious smell A little thicker.

Generally, there are modern counterfeit swords only when the real ones are missing. If the real ones are still there, they will be imitated.

"Not to mention, Yamabukiri Nagayoshi really has an imitation knife." The director of JP Museum enthusiastically talked to Director He about science.

"It's called 'Yamabuna Kirihiro'. It was specially commissioned by Osafune to imitate Horikawa. The craftsmanship is not inferior to the original product, and it is even better than blue."

This topic aroused Curator He's curiosity. He pricked up his ears and listened to the story of JP Curator with great interest.

The curator Wenshang was full of spirit after drinking, and his voice was very penetrating, enough to pass through thick pots and boiling water.

"Does Yamaba know that it is a JP monster. According to the legend, it was Yamaba Kiri Nagayoshi who killed Yamabasa at the beginning, so the name was changed from "Osakane Nagayoshi" to "Yamabuna Kiri Nagayoshi". Actually, that is not the case."

"The one who really killed Yamabashi should be the imitation Yamabaki Kirihiro."

Gulu Gulu... The water in the pot boiled even bigger, like an angry sea. Curator He frowned, turned down the heat a little, and continued to ask enthusiastically, "And then?"

"This is very particular. The imitation Yamabaki Kirihiro has been active in the folks and is constantly being used, while the authentic Yamabaki Kiri Nagayoshi has been stored in the warehouse. There is no chance to kill Yamabaki. Maybe there is a chance in a dream. .”

"So the Shanbukiri Changyi's knife is still a fake, and it has the name of "Yamabukiri". This typical son of a legitimate son is not as good as a bastard, tsk tsk tsk..."

The water suddenly calmed down and stopped boiling, just like the moment when the crab was boiled alive, the crab was finally boiled to death and cooked, it was calm and calm.

The curator of the touring exhibition looked at the pot of marinade, suddenly felt blessed, and turned to the curator Wenshang, "It's a pity to waste this pot of marinade. Do you have any eggs? Cook them together."

Hearing Director He's suggestion, Director Wenshang's eyes also brightened. There is indeed a box of raw eggs in his refrigerator, but it is also a good thing to change and taste the flavor of tea eggs.

As the eggs were put into the pot, the aroma spread out exponentially, and drifted outside along the crack of the door of the director's office...

Outside, the JP cultural relics, who had just been disturbed by the curator Wenshang, had just gotten used to light sleep with the lights on, and were awakened by bursts of fragrance.

What is this, it smells so good...

It is the fragrance of the unique cooking! !

"Who knows what this is cooked?Why is it so fragrant? In the glass cabinet, an unknown god could not help but ask.

"Is... the smell of chicken soup?" ’ asked an official uniform of the JP royal family.

"Chicken soup has a milder taste, but this taste is obviously mostly braised meat, maybe it's made of braised pork." 』Yao Bian Tianmu Wan knows better, and his guesses are the most reliable.

However, someone...and cultural relics immediately refuted it.

"Excuse me, interrupt..." JP Royal Family Jin Yuxi who was near the door said, with a hesitant tone, "I heard that they... seem to have boiled Yamabukiri Nagayoshi. 』

This unexpected answer silenced all the JP cultural relics, and it took a long time for a discussion that seemed to be both emotional and amazed.

"Ah, it can't be the Yamabukiri Nagayoshi I thought of, right?Isn’t that a sword…”

"The curator He sounds like the accent of the Ministry of Cultural Heritage. Could it be... the Ministry of Foodie? 』

"It is said that people in China, two-legged people don't eat chopsticks, and four-legged people don't eat tables. Have you finally started eating knives now?" 』

"Also, Mina-san, is no one curious about Yamabukiri Nagayoshi's knife?Why is it so delicious when cooked? 』

The smell spread farther and farther, and the security booth at the door was also alarmed. Unfortunately, they dared not go to the dean's office to ask for food, so they had to adjust it by themselves. After a while, the smell of instant noodles came from the security room...

Compared with the cultural relics of the JP country who are not familiar with cooking, when this fragrance spread to the transport vehicle, the calligraphers and painters also woke up.

『Fuck me, eat tea eggs in the middle of the night, is this from the newspaper office? ! ’ The fan pictured with Wu Song fighting a tiger muttered dissatisfiedly.

On the other side, the landscape painting with cormorants is also complaining: "Eating instant noodles with tea eggs in the middle of the night is so happy, I really want to eat squirrel mandarin fish..."

"Just now I seem to see old man He leaving with a pot and seasonings." The oil painting of modern ladies before suddenly came to his senses, "Does Grandpa Shou know what he is stewing?"This is not the mutton steamed bun he stewed every day. 』

The "Grandpa Shou" in her mouth is the "longevity" of the three stars of Fu Lu Shou, and it is a picture dedicated to the Queen Mother. She is used to seeing the delicacies in the palace, and she can smell them when she smells them.

Old man Shou was leaning on a faucet-headed crutch. He closed his eyes and tried to smell, "Don't worry, little baby, wait for me to smell it... It's the smell of eggs, old vinegar, and the bag of inferior tea leaves from Old Man He's house." , JP's sushi soy sauce, a few mint leaves, and finally a knife...』

Suddenly, Baishou Hualing, with a kind and old face, froze.

"knife?Why does it still smell like a sword? 』Grandpa Shou sniffed again, with a strange expression on his face. He smelled it right just now, it was the smell of a knife.

This is very curious.

"I've never heard of JP Cuisine having such eating habits!What the hell is this cooking? ! 』

"Are all sword soups so fragrant, or only JP's swords?"Will the Yue Wang Goujian sword in our restaurant be as delicious after being boiled? 』

"The one who spoke just now, please stop your dangerous thoughts! 』

For fragile spirits, they can only smell the fragrance and have no other choice, so they can only rely on chatting to relieve their greed.

Looks like it's going to be another sleepless night --

Just as he was talking, in the deepest part of the transport vehicle, the thickest and strictest safe suddenly made a sound.

In an instant, the chirping voices of the calligraphers and painters stopped, and there was no sound in the carriage... My heart was completely overwhelmed by the words "Damn".

It's over, that boss...was woken up!

The paintings and calligraphy in this batch of exhibitions are gathered from various museums. No one knows anyone. Although everyone has gotten to know each other well these days, they have always been concerned about this treasure of the town hall, which is so precious that it has set up a special exhibition hall. There is no contact and communication.

However, there is no doubt that... this is a big shot.

The spiritual power as cold as a cold night permeated the carriage, and a spirit body came slowly from the deepest part of the carriage, it was a figure that was more solid than all other calligraphy and painting spirit bodies.

Almost all the calligraphy and painting spirits shrank back into their bodies in an instant and shivered, trying to reduce their sense of existence, and did not dare to look directly at her in the middle of the carriage.

Qingtu frowned, looking at the museum from the car window.

What woke her up from her deep sleep was not the scent of tea eggs, nor the chirping chatter of calligraphy and painting, but the smell of her own spiritual power drifting over along with the scent.

This is very strange, Qingtu can only speculate after a lot of thinking, maybe it may have something to do with Kasen Kanesada who came to her before.

All in all, a must see.

Qingtu went straight to the car door, and was about to open the door to go out, when suddenly she turned her head sharply as if thinking of something.

Then she saw the painting and calligraphy spirit bodies retracting their heads instantly in other cultural relics boxes, which made her a little dumbfounded.

She cleared her throat, unlike the cultural relic spirits who communicated with spiritual consciousness before, the clear female voice really echoed in the carriage.

"Do you... want something to eat?"

Qingtu still listened to a lot of what they said just now. Looking at the fragile spirit around her, she slowed down her voice again.

"When I come back, I can pick up takeaway."