The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 98 Return to normal life
Wei Yuan didn't know how long he had been lost.

When the ancient craftsman Yuan closed his eyes, the eyes of Wei Yuan, a modern man in Qingqiu Kingdom, were still restored. Still, but with a hint of familiarity.

The long memory was hidden, just like the vague memories of childhood.

It's just that I still remember some important things, and most of the things and details have been like weathered rocks, without any traces.

The white-haired woman smiled and said, "Do you remember?"

Wei Yuan raised his head, saw the wrinkles on her face, saw the long silver-white hair, and slowly connected her to the witch in his memory, got up subconsciously, paused, and then stopped according to his memory. With the gesture of saluting, he slowly replied, "Mikoto Jiao...Senior."

The girl nodded in satisfaction.

Wei Yuan sat down again, not knowing how to continue speaking for a while.

Nujiao said with a hint of emotion: "The Tushan clan, which was extremely powerful back then, is still alive today, and it's just you and me. I didn't expect that the Kunlun undead flower in those days could not let you survive. , but it keeps your soul from dissipating between heaven and earth."

"After all, even someone like Fangfeng who can be called a descendant of the gods will dissipate their souls after they die."

Wei Yuan thought of Jue in memory.

At that time, she was just a little girl, and she could tell whether she had a high table or not.

Thinking about her now, Wei Yuan felt a little weird, and thought of something, and said, "How did you recognize me? Jue she didn't even recognize my relationship with Yuan..."

Nujiao said calmly, "She has only met you three times, and she was too young at that time."

"You are the first human she communicates with."

"She has a simple mind and doesn't want you to die, so she steals the flower of immortality, but it's been too long, she probably doesn't remember what that human craftsman looks like, doesn't remember your true spirit, it's just the first time she came into contact with death, And the joy of getting the name at the beginning, I will always remember it.”

"As for me, after all, you were once a child of the Tushan clan, and I was a witch of Tushan's generation."

Wei Yuan nodded, looking a little dazed and complicated.

Nujiao smiled and said: "What's the matter, your demeanor seems a little awkward, just relying on the breath on this pottery can't affect you, but knowing your past experience, shouldn't you feel proud? After all It’s a terrific story.”

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and replied softly, "Do I have anything to be proud of?"

"It's not the Yuan that makes the waves, it's that era."

"If the times are changed, then Yuan has just been a craftsman all his life. When someone came to propose marriage, he blocked it according to the rules at the time, and then attacked the crazy beast with the residents of the tribe, and finally killed the tribe leader. The few words I said were recorded, and I died in my 60s, a very ordinary and boring life.”

"The reason why you think I should be prouder is because that era was a time when humans and gods coexisted, and the person I once blocked was called Yu, and the beast that attacked was once the water god of the Huaishui water system, and the words I recorded for Yu circulated. to the afterlife."

"So what you really mean is actually saying that what is worth remembering is Yu's life, not Craftsman Yuan's past."

"As his wife, you are still the same as you were back then."

Wei Yuan's voice paused, he considered his words, and finally said, "Just as cunning."

The female Jiao smiled, with a sly smile on the corner of her mouth:
"But you are also a part of that era, so naturally there is also a part of you in the grandeur. The materialist view of history in the modern world seems to say this."

historical materialism?

No, it's not magical at all.

Wei Yuan was speechless for a long time, and finally just said:

"Anyway, thank you seniors today."

Nujiao was not surprised by his name, she just responded with a smile, then took out a box and handed it to him, saying: "This is a secret letter to the Tianshi Mansion, the identity of the evil way has been identified, compared to He Qingqiu Kingdom, which has been isolated from the world for a long time, Tianshifu knows more things."

"The method that those people practiced was transformed from a legal book. The original part of true cultivation was removed, and they chose a practice method that was quick and quick, so that it appeared to be close to the devil's way, and the book was very famous. Big, you should have heard of it."

""The Art of Taiping"."

………………

Wei Yuan walked out of Nujiao's courtyard.

The whole person is still a little dazed and absent. Outside the courtyard, the goddess Jue is waiting quietly. Wei Yuan looks over and notices that she is like an ordinary person who has grown up for more than ten years. It's not too much change, you can see the original outline.

It's just that the original black hair was longer, and when he was young, the baby fat on his cheeks disappeared. Wei Yuan immediately thought that it seemed that it could not be described as baby fat. After all, Jue at that time may have a life span of several hundred years. .

Maybe when she died of old age in her whole life, she still looked the same as she does now.

The girl turned around when she heard the sound.

Wei Yuan seemed to see the little guy who was squatting in front of the pottery in a trance.

There was hardly much change in those eyes.

The goddess said, "Yuan, you came out."

Wei Yuan nodded, fell silent, and suddenly said, "Je, do you like your name?"

The girl was surprised, then nodded and replied, "Of course."

"This is the name given to me by a Tushan craftsman when I was very young. He was my first human friend."

"Although it has been a long time, I can still vaguely remember the story he told me about pottery. He said that pottery should be used to boil water or cook, but everyone on Kunlun Mountain does not need to eat and drink, so I had to be in the pottery he gave me. Put some plucked flowers."

Wei Yuan replied naturally: "It doesn't matter, pottery is originally for use."

"It's use to hold flowers and to boil water, it's no different."

"As long as you like it."

When he passed away, his last regret was that he didn't ask the little guy whether he liked the name he gave or not. Now it seems that the original choice was not wrong. Wei Yuan has a conclusion and regrets.

Looking at Jue, who has only had a beautiful appearance in two decades, he sighed in his heart just like Yuan Yuan back then.

"As expected of the goddess of Kunlun Mountain."

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After getting the information after Qingqiu Guo interrogated the evil way, Wei Yuan had no reason to stay in Qingqiu country. After saying goodbye to Nujiao, he took some time to find the missing person for several days and didn't know what to do. The black cat, set foot on the return journey.

in the museum.

Wei Yuan hung up the phone, Zhang Hao said that he would come over soon, then wiped the wooden cabinet with a soft cotton cloth dipped in water, and finally placed the pottery with simple lines in this corner, made by the ancient Shennong family. Pottery was passed down from generation to generation, and pottery still exists until modern times.

Wei Yuan used a glass box to hold the pottery.

A vertical pottery jug with beast ears painted in red from the year when humans and gods coexisted.

There are imperfect vermilion glazes.

It has Tushan's nine-tailed pattern, which is simple and complete with soft curves.

Yuan does it, Yu uses it, and the female Jiao hides it.

Return to the abyss.

Museum Collection - 001.

Wei Yuan wrote the number on the paper with a marker, and attached it to it.

And during the period of time they left, the Qingqiuhu Hu Ming had not been idle for a while. He bought back his old friend's collection of books back then. He felt that these efforts could not be wasted, and he planned to open a family bookstore.

I searched for a lot of places in the whole Quan City, and finally decided to open it in this old city. It happened that there was a two-story attic on this old street, so I bought it directly.

Recently renovated.

Wei Yuan looked at the quaint pottery, and vivid images flashed in his mind, but there was no way to connect them. Jade's craftsmanship is nothing, at most you can use this craftsmanship to fake, other than that, life is still the same.

While thinking about it, I heard the sound of a car outside. It should be Zhang Hao.

Wei Yuan stepped out, and the bookstore next to him also opened. Wei Yuan subconsciously turned his head to look, wanting to say hello, but it was not Hu Ming who walked out, but three girls who looked [-] or [-] years old. Vigorous, with bright eyes, a girl with a soft and gentle complexion, the last girl who walked out was wearing jeans outside.

The upper body is a light-colored embroidered jacket, with fair and delicate skin, holding a very thick book.

Wei Yuan's face froze.

"Senior Wei."

Hu Mei was excited at first, and then saluted honestly, Su Yan'er was already smiling softly.

The Su clan of the Qingqiu fox clan, and the Hu clan of the Qingqiu fox clan.

There is also a nine-tailed fox with a bronze dagger with a black bird pattern.

Su Yu'er saluted, politely and politely: "The ancestor said that we would be designed by the wild fox spirit because we rarely have contact with the outside world. Before, it was not allowed because there were no trustworthy people. Now she said that we can stay on this street for the time being. Come on, please take care of me in the future."

She added: "Of course, we have already completed the transfer procedures."

"I will go to the nearest university to study."

Wei Yuan rubbed between his brows, and saw that Hu Ming was busy laying out the books, the bookworm was creeping past, the red embroidered shoes were dancing in the room, the black iron scissors were clicking, the Qi family army's soldier soul gave Wei Qing The brought back soul-cultivating wood prunes the branches, the water ghost is drinking Coke secretly, and the 500-year-old black cat is lying on the roof basking in the sun, purring.

The years are quiet and ordinary, well, at least it looks ordinary.

The flower shop opposite is open.

Zhang Hao was getting out of the car, saying hello, "Master Wei, the tour is back."

Su Yuer next to him said politely:
"Uncle Wei, you still have guests, so we won't disturb you."

Zhang Hao glanced at Su Yuer and said curiously:

"I didn't expect your niece to be so old, Master Wei."

Wei Yuan was silent and explained, "I'm just a little older."

"Come in, come in and sit."

"okay."

Wei Yuan opened the door, Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng followed behind, and entered this small museum. When the door opened, the bell behind the door clacked softly. Wei Yuan poured them two cups of tea, sat on the sofa, and spit it out. in one breath.

………………

My name is Wei Yuan.

An ordinary museum owner.

I have a potted plant and a cat at home.

There is a flower shop opened by an old friend across from my house, and next door is a newly opened reading room for used books.

The owner of the bookstore, surnamed Hu, fosters three college students from his hometown.

Live a normal and stable life in the old town.

PS: Today's second update...

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