The fierce battlefield evil spirit was real and rushed towards him.
The old Taoist priest almost let go of Wei Yuan's right hand as if he was electrocuted.
His vision was slightly dark, which was the result of the evil spirit of the military strategist impacting his three souls and seven spirits. It took him a while to recover and looked at Wei Yuan in doubt. The latter seemed a little tired, leaning on the sofa, with the 500-year-old black cat on his knees, yawning lazily.
The smooth rattan chair that was rubbed, the steaming tea, and the young and lazy shopkeeper.
The sun, the bouquet on the table, and a black cat.
It looks very suitable for this old and yellowed museum.
But...
The old man looked at the owner in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes.
Wei Yuan vaguely guessed something from the reaction of the old Taoist priest.
I'm afraid he was impacted by the residual evil spirit.
He gently pressed his right hand on the top of the black cat's head, looked at the old Taoist, and smiled naturally:
"I stayed up late these days to play some games, all of which were based on ancient battlefields. I played too much and inevitably became addicted to them. Now I have a headache. I even play games in my dreams and think I am a great general or something."
"It's probably like what the old gentleman said just now, you dream at night if you think about it during the day."
Zhang Yu nodded seriously and said, "I know, everyone has a middle school period."
Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng couldn't help but hold their junior uncle's shoulders and told him to stop talking.
The old Taoist looked at the young museum owner, nodded slowly, and said, "That's true, I know." What he was thinking about was another sentence he had said before. Many of the dreams at night were indeed attributed to thinking about it during the day, but there was also a part of past experiences that were buried deep in the heart and refused to rest.
The group quickly got up and said goodbye.
But they didn't go to the flower shop opposite to find the senior to visit and apologize.
Zhang Hao drove the car, looking at the road ahead, and asked casually: "Master uncle, is it okay if we don't go to visit and apologize?"
The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "It's okay, the elder should not care about this matter."
"But your little master uncle may never step into this street again from now on."
Zhang Yu smiled awkwardly.
Shen Jifeng couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, and then remembered something, and asked curiously:
"Oh, oh, Master uncle, did you really see the dream of Master Wei just now? What did he dream about?"
The old Taoist priest paused, thinking of the battlefield that flashed by, and the museum owner sitting on the sofa with a dog in his arms, but he just said kindly:
"It's just a simple and ordinary dream."
Shen Jifeng said with some regret.
The old man said nothing more, but he could never forget the gun that was swung down in his mind. When the black car turned a corner, two young and beautiful girls walked by the roadside, one of them wearing a bright red dress. The old Taoist suddenly remembered a guest who visited the Tianshi Mansion when he was a child.
He was only five years old at that time, and the current Tianshi uncle could only grant the Five Thunder Scrolls at that time.
At that time, the Tianshi's uncle came out of the retreat and personally received a visitor. It was a young-looking woman wearing a red dress that looked like a blooming poppy. He and his uncle were curious and secretly went to see it together. They saw that the guest brought a box. After opening it, there was an ancient gun head inside.
The cold air hit him in the face, which made him seriously ill later.
The Taoist now recalled that the gun at that time was exactly the same as what he had seen in his dream just now, but it was much more vivid and domineering than when it was placed in the box, just like one was unruly and bright, and the other had been sleeping alone for a thousand years.
After thinking about it, the old man couldn't hold back his curiosity and sent a short message to his uncle.
Are you there?
Soon a reply arrived.
A cat head holding a keyboard and licking its paw.
The old Taoist priest didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His uncle was over a hundred years old, but he was still like this, and his mentality was younger than his. After thinking about it, he first asked the Taoist priest if he still remembered the guest when he was a child. After getting a positive answer, he asked if he knew the gun head.
This time the reply was very slow, and it took a while for the message to come back.
'I know. '
The Taoist priest said:
'The gun has no name, but because of its owner, people in later generations call it the Overlord Gun. '
The old Taoist stared at the screen of the mobile phone for a long time, then gently pulled up the wide sleeves of the Taoist robe, and saw the hair on his arms stand up, and goose bumps appeared.
......
After sending the guests away, the black cat jumped away from Wei Yuan's arms in displeasure, breathing at him continuously.
Grinning.
Wei Yuan rubbed his brows. He had been awake for three days, immersed in the battlefield. Even with his great skills, he could not hold on. He was exhausted. He wanted to take a short break, but he fell asleep on the sofa accidentally. When he woke up, it was already dusk outside.
The goddess sat on the sofa opposite, quietly lowering her head to read a book.
"Are you awake?"
She raised her head and looked at Wei Yuan: "Did you encounter something exhausting?"
Wei Yuan smiled bitterly and felt a splitting headache. He supported himself on the sofa and sat up. After thinking for a while, he told the girl about the general situation. For the latter, there was nothing to hide. The girl suddenly said: "It was the Battle of Gaixia... Xiang Yu, no wonder you are full of military spirit."
Wei Yuan rubbed his head and couldn't help sighing: "Yes, Overlord."
"How terrible was his strength when he was at his peak..."
The girl held her chin with her right hand and said: "You should know."
"Know what?"
"Strength to pull mountains and courage to conquer the world, isn't this a sentence that is passed down in Shenzhou?"
"This poem is naturally..."
Wei Yuan's voice paused slightly, thinking of a possibility, and said in surprise:
"Wait a minute, this poem is realistic?"
This time it was the girl's turn to be surprised, saying: "Does the future generation think this is just bragging?"
Wei Yuan was speechless.
The goddess thought for a moment, put down the book in her hand, and said: "During the Qin and Han Dynasties, Xiang Yu lifted the tripod, not just because of his strength. The tripod is a sacrificial vessel for Shenzhou, representing the luck of the world. Once, the King of Qin wanted to lift the tripod but was attacked by his luck and died soon. Xiang Yu's ability to lift the tripod not only represents strength, but also his magnanimity."
"So, he has the strength to pull up mountains and his spirit is unparalleled."
Wei Yuan nodded slowly, thinking of the afterimages of the strong men he saw, and whispered:
"Strong enough to pull up mountains and his spirit is unparalleled, but the time is not right and Zhui will not die."
"What can I do if Zhui will not die, Yu Xi, what can I do, it's a pity."
The girl stepped forward a little, looked at Wei Yuan, and said: "Then have you seen 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: " She won't die so easily."
Wei Yuan looked at the goddess in astonishment, and the latter whispered: "Aren't you curious? Xiang Yu was successful at a young age. After he became the overlord, he could almost be regarded as the common ruler of the world. There must be historians around him, but in official history books such as Records of the Grand Historian, there are often only a few words about Yu Ji."
"Why was she born, what was her name, where was her hometown, all of them are blank."
"That was the woman who followed the overlord to fight. She might be a concubine or a queen in the future."
"But she doesn't even have a name and hometown. Isn't it strange?"
Wei Yuan reacted and said: "She is not human?"
The goddess nodded and said: "She did commit suicide, but the place stained with blood was full of red flowers that could dance with the Chu style. This flower was named Yu Mei How can an ordinary person leave such a strange sign after death? "
"If I am not mistaken, she is a person transformed by the spirit of the flower. The ordinary poppy only has three to five years from birth to death, and the flower will wither in one year. I think she met the Emperor Liujiang, which appears once every sixty years, and absorbed it by chance, so that she was able to break free from the grass and turn into a human. "
The girl sighed softly and said:
"Originally, she should have practiced in the mountains and wilderness, and finally achieved immortality, or been conferred as the god of a certain place, so that she could live up to the opportunity of Emperor Liujiang. Unfortunately, she met the Overlord in the end, volunteered to enter the world to accompany him, and finally committed suicide in order not to drag him down. "
"But she still didn't understand cultivation. The life of the spirit of plants and trees is not so easy to die. She will I thought I was a human. What Liu Bang saw at that time was the beautiful sea of flowers in the tent and the sword he had presented to King Xiang. He did not see Concubine Yu, so he left King Xiang's gun in the sea of flowers. "
Wei Yuan thought of the Overlord in the memory illusion and said, "Then Concubine Yu..."
The goddess said, "Maybe she is still alive, and will experience hundreds of years or even longer, and once again transform from grass and trees into human form, and then carry a gun and wander in this world, all over the world, hoping to meet Xiang Yu again."
"Although there is no such thing as the underworld in the world, it is not impossible for a hero like Xiang Yu to become a human again after his death. By the way, speaking of Concubine Yu, wait a moment, Yuan."
The girl got up and walked towards the flower shop, and came back again after a moment.
Sitting on the sofa, she patted the cushion beside her and said with a smile:
"Lie down."
Wei Yuan opened his mouth, but seeing the girl's resolute look, he had to lie down obediently, resting his head on the cushion. Just moving, he felt a splitting headache due to fatigue, and then he felt a cool feeling. The girl pressed her fingers on his brows and gently pressed, with a scent of flowers. It made his spirit, which was tense because of the battle, slowly relax, and his mood gradually calmed down.
Wei Yuan was surprised and said: "This is..."
Next to the goddess was a small porcelain bottle with water soaked from red petals. She dipped her fingers in the water and pressed it on Wei Yuan's brows, smiling and replied: "It's Yu Meiren. This flower can be used as medicine. Its fragrance and petals can slowly calm people's hearts and relieve the spirit of fighting in battles for a long time."
"Just like the story of Yu Ji and Overlord."
"The brave and invincible god of war will also smell the fragrance of flowers to relieve the pressure in his heart."
Wei Yuan slightly narrowed his eyes and felt the fatigue relieved.
The goddess said again: "By the way, I have taken Hu Ming's token from him, and I can go to Qingqiu tomorrow."
"I don't know if I can see familiar people again."
She stretched out her left hand to turn the pages of the book, and gently pressed the eyebrows of the Sili School Lieutenant with her right hand.
As if she thought of Qingqiu, she was happy in her heart, and she hummed the first ballad written by a woman in Shenzhou.
"Waiting for someone, yi..."