The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 85 Going to Qingqiu
The ferocious suffocation of the battlefield is true and true, blowing towards the face.

The old Taoist released Wei Yuan's right hand almost like an electric shock.

The vision in front of his eyes was slightly darkened, which was the result of being hit by the evil spirit of the soldiers. It took him a while to recover, and he looked at Wei Yuan in surprise. The latter seemed to be a little tired, leaning on the sofa , on the lap is the 500-year-old black cat, yawning lazily.

The smooth rattan chair being rubbed, the steaming tea, the young and lazy shopkeeper.

Sunlight, bouquets on the table, a black cat.

Looks like a good match for this old, yellowed museum.

but……

The old man looked at the pavilion owner in front of him with a strange look in his eyes.

Wei Yuan vaguely guessed something from the old Taoist's reaction.

I am afraid that it was impacted by the remaining evil spirits.

He gently pressed his right hand on the black cat's head, looked at the old Taoist, and smiled naturally:

"I stayed up late and played some games in the past few days, all of which are based on the theme of ancient battlefields. After playing a lot, it is inevitable that I am a little addicted to it, and now I have some headaches. I even play games in my dreams. What kind of general are you?"

"Probably just like what the old gentleman said just now, think about it every day and have a dream at night."

Zhang Yu nodded solemnly and said, "I understand, I understand, everyone has been in the second phase of middle school."

Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng couldn't help holding down their little uncle's shoulders, telling him to stop talking.

The old Taoist looked at the young museum owner, nodded slowly, and said, "It's true, the old Tao knows." What he was thinking about was another sentence he said before. There are indeed many dreams at night. Gui Yu is thinking about it, but there is still a part of it, but it is a past experience, buried deep in my heart, and refuses to rest.

The group quickly got up to say goodbye.

But I didn't go to the flower shop opposite to find the senior to visit and complain.

Zhang Hao drove, looking at the road in front of him, and asked casually, "Uncle Shi, is there any problem if we don't visit and accuse us?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "It's okay, that elder shouldn't care about this."

"But your little uncle is afraid that you won't be able to step into this street from now on."

Zhang Yu had a wry smile on his face.

Shen Jifeng couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, remembered something again, and said curiously:
"By the way, Master Uncle, did you really see the dream of the patriarch of the guard house just now? What did he dream about?"

The old Taoist paused, thinking of the battlefield that flashed by, and the museum owner who was sitting on the sofa with Lei, but he just said kindly:

"It was just a simple and ordinary dream."

Shen Jifeng snorted regretfully.

The old man didn't say anything, but the gun that slammed down in his mind could never be forgotten. When the black car turned a corner, two young and beautiful girls passed by the road, one of them was wearing a bright red dress. , Lao Dao suddenly remembered a guest who visited Tianshi Mansion when he was a child.

At that time, he was only five years old, and the current Tianshi Shishu had to give the five thunders.

At that time, the uncle, who was a celestial master, came out of the retreat and personally received a visitor. It was a young-looking woman, wearing a red dress like a poppy in full bloom. He and the little uncle were curious, We secretly looked at it together, and saw that the guest was carrying a box. After opening it, there was a simple gun head inside.

The cold air blowing in his face made him suffer a serious illness later.

The Taoist recalls now that the gun at that time was exactly the same as the one he had just seen in his dream, but it was far more lively and domineering than when it was placed in the box. I slept in loneliness for thousands of years.

After thinking about it, the old man couldn't hold back his curiosity and sent a text message to his uncle.

Are you there?

A reply will arrive soon.

The head of a cat holding a keyboard and licking its paws.

The old Taoist could not laugh or cry, his uncle is about a hundred years old, and still like this, his mentality is younger than himself. After thinking about it, he first asked Tianshi if he remembered the guest when he was a child. After getting a positive answer, he asked Zhizhi. Don't know that gun head.

This time the reply was very slow, and it took a while for the news to come back.

'Know. '

The Master said:
'That gun has no name, but because of its owner, later generations call it the Overlord Gun. '

The old Taoist stared at the phone screen for a long time, then gently pulled up the wide sleeves of the Taoist robe, and saw that the hairs on his arms stood up and raised goose bumps one by one.

........................

After seeing off the guests, the black cat jumped out of Wei Yuan's arms in annoyance and kept breathing at him.

grimace in pain.

Wei Yuan rubbed his brows and stayed awake for three days, sinking into the battlefield. Even if he had a whole body of Taoism, he couldn't support it, and he was extremely exhausted. She fell asleep on the sofa, and when she woke up, it was already dusk outside.

The goddess sat on the sofa opposite, quietly bowing her head and reading a book.

"you're awake?"

She raised her head and looked at Wei Yuan: "Did you encounter something consuming your mind?"

Wei Yuan smiled bitterly, feeling a splitting headache, propped up the sofa and sat up. After thinking about it, he told the girl about the matter. For the latter, there was nothing to hide, and the girl suddenly said: "It's Gai Xiazhi. Zhan... Xiang Yu, it's no wonder that you are so suffocating."

Wei Yuan rubbed his head and couldn't help sighing, "Yes, Overlord."

"I don't know how terrible his strength was when he was in his prime..."

The girl held her cheek with her right hand and said, "You should know."

"what do you know?"

"Strengthening the mountains and making the world unparalleled, isn't this sentence passed down in China?"

"The poem is naturally..."

Wei Yuan's voice paused slightly, thinking of a certain possibility, and said in astonishment:
"Wait a minute, is this poem realistic?"

This time, it was the girl's turn to be surprised and said, "Do future generations think this is just bragging?"

Wei Yuan was speechless.

The goddess thought for a while, put down the book in her hand, and said: "During the Qin and Han years, Xiang Yu raised the cauldron, not only with strength, but the cauldron was an important sacrificial weapon in Shenzhou, representing the luck of the world. Once there was a king of Qin who wanted to lift the cauldron But being backlashed by luck, he died soon after, Xiang Yu's ability to lift the cauldron is not only a sign of strength, but also a measure of power."

"I thought that the power of pulling the mountain was unparalleled."

Wei Yuan nodded slowly, thinking about the afterimages of the warriors he saw, and whispered in his mouth:
"Strengthening the mountain, the air is unrivaled in the world, and the time is unfavorable, and it will not die."

"What can I do if I don't die, what can I do? It's a pity."

The girl stepped forward a little, looked at Wei Yuan, and said, "Then have you ever met Yu Ji?"

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "At the last moment of the Battle of Gaixia, Yu Ji should have committed suicide."

The girl said, "But she doesn't die so easily."

Wei Yuan looked at the goddess in amazement, and the latter said softly, "Aren't you curious? Xiang Yu was very young, and after he became the overlord of the world, he could almost be regarded as the co-lord of the world. , there are often only a few words of records about Yu Ji."

"What is the origin, what is the name, where is the place of origin, it is all blank."

"That's the woman who went to war with the overlord. In the future, she may be a noble concubine or a queen."

"But you don't even have a name and place of origin, isn't it strange?"

Wei Yuan reacted and said, "She's not human?"

The goddess nodded and said: "She did kill herself, but where the blood was stained, there were red flowers all over the place, and they could dance with the wind of Chu. This kind of flower was named Yu Meiren, where would ordinary people stay after death? Such a vision?"

"If I'm not mistaken, she is a person transformed by a psychic flower. The average poppy only has three to five years from birth to death, and the flower will wither in a year. I think she met her once in 60 years. The Emperor Ointment, absorbed by chance and coincidence, was able to break free from the vegetation and transform into a human being."

The girl sighed softly and said:

"Originally, I should have been cultivating in the mountains, and finally attained Taoism and became immortal, or was designated as a land in a certain place, so that I could live up to the opportunity of Emperor Liujia, but unfortunately I met the overlord in the end and voluntarily joined the WTO to accompany him. beside him, and in the end, in order not to drag him down, he committed suicide."

"But she still doesn't know how to practice. The life of plants and trees is not so easy to die. She regards herself as a human being. What Liu Bang saw at the time was the beautiful sea of ​​flowers in the tent, and what he once dedicated to King Xiang's sword did not see Concubine Yu, so he left King Xiang's spear in the sea of ​​flowers."

Wei Yuan thought of the overlord in the illusion of memory, and said: "Then Yu Ji, she..."

Tiannv said: "Maybe still alive, re-experience hundreds of years or even longer, once again transformed from vegetation into human form, and then carried a gun, wandering in this world, far and wide, hoping to meet again. Xiang Yu."

"Although there is no such thing as Yin Si in the world, it is not impossible for a person like Xiang Yu to become a man after his death. By the way, when it comes to Yu Meiren, wait a moment, Yuan."

The girl got up and walked to the flower shop, and came back after a while.

Sitting on the sofa, he patted the cushion next to him, and said with a smile:
"Lie down."

Wei Yuan opened his mouth. Seeing the girl's determined appearance, he had to lie down and put his head on the cushion. Just moving, he felt a splitting headache because of exhaustion, and then he felt a cool breeze. In other words, the girl's fingers pressed lightly between his eyebrows, with a scent of flowers.Let his tense spirit from the battle formation slowly relax, and his mood gradually calms down.

Wei Yuan said in surprise: "This is..."

Next to the goddess, there was a small porcelain vase with water soaked in red petals. She dipped her finger in the water and pressed it against Wei Yuan's eyebrows. She smiled and replied, "It's Yu Meiren. This kind of flower itself can be used as medicine. Its aroma and petals can slowly calm people's hearts and soothe the spirit of battle after battle."

"It's like the story of Concubine Yu and the Overlord."

"The brave and invincible God of War will also smell the fragrance of flowers and let go of the pressure in his heart."

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the fatigue relieved.

The goddess said again: "By the way, I have brought his token from Hu Ming, and I can go to Qingqiu tomorrow."

"I don't know if I'll see people I know again."

She stretched out her left hand to turn the pages of the book, and her right hand lightly pressed the forehead of Colonel Sili.

Seemingly thinking of Qingqiu, and feeling happy in her heart, the girl gently hummed the song made by the first woman in China.

"Waiting for people, Yi..."

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