Artworks are alive.
They carry the emotions of their makers, they watch the lives of their users, and then pass these things down from generation to generation until the day they break, but even if they are broken, in front of the true soulmates, the little remnants still emit a dazzling brilliance.
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I don't know how many times I have seen that scene in my dreams.
The enemies rushing in turbulently, the enemies not only come from the earth, not only from the other side, but also from the inside of the court, and even from the sky. After five hundred years, the once powerful empire has become a rotten chariot, and the last desperate struggle has only ended in defeat.
The tall and heroic man in the picture laughed wildly and stepped onto the tall building.
Looking at the enemies in the distant sky and on the earth.
Raise a glass to drink.
The tall building was finally burned down completely.
Buried together with the emperor's great achievements and ambitions.
The bronze wine jar fell to the ground and rolled to the ground.
Dong Yuefeng slowly opened his eyes, sighed, and looked out the window. The city was not asleep yet. The lights of vehicles could still be seen outside. The modern night was different from the time he was familiar with. It was past ten o'clock, and it was still bustling outside.
He was woken up and lost his sleepiness for a while.
He washed his face, put on his pajamas, and walked to a bookshelf with a lamp. Here were his collections, treasures he had collected throughout his life. He had decided to donate all these collections after his death, but there was one thing he was still hesitant about whether to donate.
He stroked the special collection on the bookcase.
It was a bronze ware, a bronze jue, with a flat body and a flat bottom, a slightly widened spout, a short tail, and delicate lines on it. It looked quaint and noble. There were three words "yongxianyongzhuo" on the bottom, but there was a trace of a pit in one place, which seemed to be a trace left by falling on a stone, affecting the overall beauty, which made people feel a little pity.
Dong Yuefeng heard an old voice in his ears: "Little guy, did you have that dream again?"
Dong Yuefeng was already full of white hair, but in this voice, he was still just a little guy.
He smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Jue, I did it again. I can't sleep."
Artworks have their own lives.
This is a sentence he often says, but it is not just an empty talk, or a so-called metaphysical exaggeration, but a plain conclusion.
He has been able to hear the sound of ancient artifacts since he was a child, and then he has always protected this bronze Jue from the Shang Dynasty. Under the guidance of this bronze Jue, he gradually became a famous historian and pottery master in the whole Shenzhou. His life is also wonderful enough.
He sat down, took down the quaint and heavy bronze cup, adjusted his reading glasses, and sighed:
"I dreamed again."
"I don't know how many times I can dream of you. I don't know how long it will take for you to meet someone who can hear your voice again after I leave."
The bronze cup didn't care, and said: "I will meet him eventually. It is the best fortune for me to have spiritual wisdom and see this era. I am not dissatisfied with being annihilated."
Dong Yuefeng didn't say anything, but just moved his body and said:
"Mr. Jue, it's rare that you have awakened. Let's talk about the story of Emperor Xin..."
The bronze cup talked casually. It was just a wine cup that was once placed on the table of the Shang king.
It doesn't know much, but it has been passed down as a treasure, so it has a high enough ability to identify pottery and antiques. The story is also very simple, but how the Shang king struggled hard in the mud of that era and finally failed.
Shang is a country that values ghosts and gods more than laws.
By the time of Emperor Xin, the Shang Dynasty, which had supported the country for five hundred years, was on the verge of collapse.
The royal family, relatives, Wu family, and princes all stared at the Shang Dynasty with eager eyes.
The bronze jar said that Emperor Xin ascended the throne as a young son.
When he was first seen, he was still a teenager, looking around with a flying spirit.
It tells about his great strength and heroic spirit.
It tells about a slave boy who knelt in front of Emperor Xin and was appointed.
The boy was called Wen Zhong.
There was also a slave named Fei Lian, whose son could fight lions and tigers and was loyal to Emperor Xin, named E Lai. It tells about Emperor Xin abolishing the system of listening to ghosts and gods in everything, no longer sacrificing a large number of slaves' blood to ancestors, and even letting slaves join the army, appointing villains without ancestral achievements, and finally angering the princes and ghosts and gods, and being defeated.
This is a story that Dong Yuefeng has heard many times, but he still did not show impatience.
After a long time, he reached out and stroked the bronze jug, sighing: "Sometimes I think back to this voice, whether it was just a dream. I have traveled to many places in the past few decades, but I have never seen an ancient artifact as special as you."
The bronze jug seemed to have exhausted the energy accumulated during this period and stopped answering.
Dong Yuefeng smiled. He was used to this kind of intermittent communication.
I just don't know if it will find that it has passed away after waking up from a short sleep. Maybe it will. I don't know what it will think at that time...
Dong Yuefeng sighed and put the bronze jug back.
When he was about to rest, his mobile phone flashed. The old man was meticulous. Thinking of what he had said to the students today, he thought he had found the corresponding information. After opening it, he found that it was a student group of a class he had taught. A student sent a picture.
It was a young man making pottery.
Dong Yuefeng didn't care at first, but when he saw the pottery, he was stunned.
He stood up suddenly.
He turned his head almost suddenly to look at the protected Shang King Bronze Jue.
He felt something similar, just a little bit, but very similar. Yes, it was the breath of the Shenzhou God Era that the Bronze Jue occasionally mentioned. He suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly saved the picture, and then searched for tutorials.
It took a long time to use various old filters in the current software. When the highest level of antique filters was processed, the old man stared at the photo with wide eyes, and his palms trembled violently.
After a long time, he picked up his mobile phone, typed a line of words, deleted and revised, revised and deleted.
"Who did this?"
......
Wei Yuan set off for the mental hospital in Yingtian Prefecture the next day.
It didn't take much time for the high-speed rail to reach the destination.
He went there a little early. There was a little girl in front of him. She lowered her head and didn't speak. She exuded a gloomy and low breath, and there was a trace of death. The dead silence naturally came from her soul, and Wei Yuan could feel it.
The child lowered her head and didn't move.
Wei Yuan picked up a calming spell and cast the aura of the spell on the little girl.
The aura dissipated a little, but it was still there.
It was the most troublesome state. Wei Yuan sighed. Some Taoist priests might be able to deal with this state, but it was definitely not something that a cultivator like him who practiced the sword of killing and protecting the law could solve. If a Taoist priest who practiced the sword of law was willing to help, he could break the inner demon and restore her state of mind to normal.
Soon someone called, and the little girl's parents pulled her in.
Wei Yuan waited quietly.
More than an hour later, the door opened and the little girl came out with tears in her eyes. Wei Yuan was surprised to find that the gloomy aura on the little girl had actually dissipated a lot, and was almost gone. A woman in a white coat with a pretty and peaceful face came out.
She half-knelt down, looked at the little girl, reached out and touched her hair, and said softly: "Remember, you have to face it."
The little girl nodded heavily.
The female doctor reached out and took out a piece of candy from her pocket and handed it to the child.
Then he stood up, looked at Wei Yuan, and said, "Please let the next patient come in."
Wei Yuan stood up, had some good feelings for the doctor, and then walked in. The doctor asked about Wei Yuan's condition, pondered slightly, gave his opinion, and then pointed to the bed next to him, smiled softly and peacefully, and said:
"This is not a very difficult problem. You just need to pay attention to it in your daily life, and you can recover quickly with drug treatment."
"You sleep for a while, I will give you hypnosis treatment."
"Of course, if you are embarrassed, you can lie on the sofa for treatment."
Wei Yuan decided to sit on the sofa.
Relaxed his mind, the doctor named Wang Qi sat opposite, stretched out his finger and gently touched his brow.
The finger was a little cold, and Wei Yuan's body almost tensed.
It was not because of the contact.
But the crouching tiger waist card trembled and hummed, and a thought flashed through his mind. The crouching tiger roared low and pointed to the doctor in front of him with a beautiful appearance and quiet temperament——
Big demon Birch!
......
Now the finger of this demon from the demon tribe, which was widely worshipped during the Qin and Han dynasties, is touching his forehead.
Wei Yuan had anticipated encountering the maid of the mountain king and the situation of the mountain king many times.
But he never expected this kind of scene.
He was a patient, and the other party was a doctor who looked very responsible. The occasion of their meeting was treatment, but she didn't recognize him. Was it because dream demons like Burch only confirmed their true bodies by the imprint in the dream, and didn't care about his appearance?
Wei Yuan's thoughts turned, knowing that this was definitely not a suitable time to attack. He might not be the opponent of the other party. In a place with a high population density like a hospital, once Burch was forced into a dead end, it might cause a scene that Wei Yuan never wanted to see, huge casualties.
And if he didn't care, the other party was a dream-eating demon, a superior demon of the dream-eating tapir clan. His dreams might not be hidden from the other party, and he would fall into a passive position. The most important goal now was to protect himself and prevent the other party from going berserk on the spot and killing innocent people.
We should use our relative advantage to make Burch lose the courage to attack.
We should choose to balance and make the other party afraid to attack. In other words, we should use a method similar to nuclear deterrence, not to take the initiative, not to show panic or too calm, but to be calm, so that the other party will be worried and afraid, and thus dare not attack.
Wei Yuan's thoughts turned quickly in his mind.
He made a judgment and decision in a short time.
He looked peaceful, controlled his body to relax naturally, and then closed his eyes.
Burch fell asleep.
This was a job that had been done many times, but this time, the woman's expression suddenly changed.
She heard a rhythmic sound.
In that ancient and modern, real and illusory dream, a familiar man was making pottery, his movements and expressions were meticulous, and he was skilled and calm. Burch's body stiffened slightly, and a sense of fear naturally emerged, and then the pottery man raised his head and looked at her body in the dream.
In reality, the patient who had closed his eyes opened them.
In a dream, reality.
Reality and illusion.
His black eyes were deep and calm, and he looked at Wang Qi at the same time.
Then Burch heard a dull laugh.
"It took me some effort to make an appointment with you, Dr. Wang."
Wei Yuan sat on the sofa, leaned back a little, crossed his fingers, and said in a calm and natural tone as possible:
"Or should I call you Burch?"