Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist priest finally came back to their senses. Looking at the words that had been recorded by people two thousand years ago, they still felt a sense of unreality as if they were in a dream, as if they were stepping on cotton.
They subconsciously recalled what the man said in the yard today.
They found that what he said was almost perfectly consistent with the words recorded by Han Tan.
The old Taoist priest looked at the words in the ancient classics and murmured: "Too detailed, too similar, just, just like..." He couldn't say anything more. Zhou Jiefu took a breath and said: "It's just like he experienced it himself."
Neither of them spoke.
They subconsciously looked at the sword quietly placed in the transparent exhibition stand.
The ancient famous sword, which was put in the bronze scabbard, was sleeping quietly, as if it had restrained all its sharpness.
But they still remember that just now, when it was held in the hands of the young museum owner, the sword whistled so loudly, like a beast with bared fangs, roaring low and wantonly, like a hero who had been away from the world for a long time. The rust on the sword that had been deposited by the years was blown up by the wind, surrounding him, sharp and cold.
"His name is Wei Yuan?"
"Yes."
The old Taoist answered, but he thought of the scene he saw in the dream when they first met, a lone general rushing towards the brave Overlord. If he is really the halberd-wielding man recorded in the classics, then the so-called dream of fighting against the Overlord has enough explanation.
And Yu Ji, and that old friend.
So that's it.
The old Taoist's eyes twitched. He seemed to know something, but he didn't say it. Zhou Jiefu swallowed his saliva, put down the file, and said, "Do you think we should tell anyone about this?"
The old Taoist lowered his voice and said, "Whether it is true or false, keep it secret."
Zhou Jiefu said, "I think so too."
The researcher who just reminded Zhou Jiefu came over and greeted with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, and this old Taoist priest, we will have a research meeting later to discuss the next direction. Do you two want to participate?"
If before, Zhou Jiefu and the old Taoist priest were still interested in this kind of thing.
But now their minds are full of those words just now, how can they still have the heart to participate in this obviously boring research meeting. Although the researcher invited them kindly, they still declined, and then they didn't want to stay here. After a while, they had some tea and snacks, and then said hello and left.
......
And at this moment.
Wei Yuan was riding a shared bike, carrying the vegetables he bought along the way, thinking about some problems while rushing back. He had seen Jue at the end of the Qin Dynasty, and that graceful and dignified woman, if nothing unexpected happened, should be the Queen Mother of the West.
The Queen Mother of the West lived in Kunlun Mountain for a long time.
But Jue had said before that there was a problem in West Kunlun, so she didn't go back.
During the Tang Dynasty, Sengjia entered the pass, and Yinglong Gengchen, who was the Lord of Huaishui at that time, also left the waters he was in charge of and returned to Kunlun Mountain, and never appeared again.
I don't know what happened to Kunlun Xu.
At the end of the Qin Dynasty, the Queen Mother of the West helped him a lot and allowed him to take revenge.
Wei Yuan had a good impression of the Queen Mother of the West, and with Jue's relationship, if possible, he still hoped to find out what happened in Kunlun Xu, and if there was anything he could do, he would also like to help. But thinking carefully about the power of those gods, Wei Yuan laughed at himself and suppressed this idea.
His strength is still too weak.
If it is really a predicament that even the gods of Kunlun Xu have fallen into.
Then even if he goes to take a look, he is just delivering a long-distance takeaway.
Now, even if he goes to Sakurajima to see the whereabouts of Xu Fu, he may not be able to do it. Judging from the development and myths of Sakurajima in the past two thousand years, Xu Fu may not be dead, but swallowed the immortality medicine made by Sakurajima's original divinity. After two thousand years of accumulation of Taoism, he is definitely not an opponent now.
He still needs to heal his injuries, improve his cultivation and strength, before he can kill Xu Fu with his sword.
As for helping the Queen Mother of the West...
Wei Yuan suddenly thought of what the dignified woman said to him with a smile at the end of the Qin Dynasty, and his promise at the time, and his mouth twitched.
'Then he must be a blind person. '
'If I see it, I will vent my anger for my wife. '
Wei Yuan paused for a moment, coughed lightly, and stared at the Queen Mother. He said silently in his heart, in fact, this is not a lie. It means that after seeing him, I will vent my anger for the Queen Mother of the West, but I didn't see 'him' either. Besides, the way to vent my anger is still under discussion. Maybe ordering a delicious meal to try to stuff 'him' to death is also a way to vent my anger.
Wei Yuan silently hypnotized himself and felt that his mind was clear.
It happened to be a red light in front. No matter how skilled in martial arts and profound in Taoism, the rules should still be followed. Wei Yuan squeezed the brakes and stopped. Seeing the intersection, there was a constant flow of vehicles and people. He was still immersed in thinking, and suddenly saw a middle-aged man in his thirties sitting in the back seat of a taxi.
Wearing dark green clothes, a short haircut, thick eyebrows, and big eyes.
His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, very absent-minded.
Wei Yuan remembered him.
Just before Zhang Hao came to pick him up to see Qin Jian today, this person was hesitating at the entrance of the museum, as if he wanted to come in, but he was hesitant. When Wei Yuan finally found him, he walked away quickly.
The car passed by the intersection in front of Wei Yuan quickly.
It was just a person who met once, and it was an episode. Wei Yuan didn't take it to heart.
This place is not too far from the museum.
He rode for a while and rushed back home. Yu Ji and Jue happened to be guests in the museum. When Wei Yuan walked into the museum, the Overlord Spear roared and jumped up again, and the sharp edge pointed directly at Wei Yuan. Even Yu Ji was not careful and could not control it. The spear had turned into a cold light and tore straight over.
Wei Yuan was putting down the vegetables he bought casually. He felt the strong wind coming, and he didn't draw his sword. He just glanced coldly at the side. The Overlord Spear actually stopped directly in the void, never moving forward, but just whistling slightly in the air, as if facing a great enemy.
Yu Ji was stunned.
Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, hiding the layers of murderous intent.
Unlike the fragments of memories in the past, the memories of the Three Kingdoms era were only incomplete Taiping Dao. This time, a large number of memory fragments of the late Qin Dynasty emerged, including the Iron Eagle Warriors who roamed the battlefield, including the fight with the Overlord.
It was just a broken Overlord Spear, and there was no Overlord beside him, which was enough for Wei Yuan to scare him briefly.
Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, gently bent his fingers and knocked on the side of the Overlord Spear blade, and smiled at Yu Ji:
"I said, it just recognized the wrong person."
"Isn't that right?"
He lowered his head and stared at the Overlord Spear with a smile.
The Overlord Spear vibrated and hummed unwillingly, but had to be threatened by Wei Yuan and put back into the box. Yu Ji came to him this time because the water ghost opened the talisman and released the Overlord Spear. As a result, the previous box lost its effect and could not seal this ancient weapon, so she had to find Wei Yuan to reapply it.
Wei Yuan re-cast the talisman, sealed the Overlord Spear in the box, and sent Yu Ji away.
After a while.
Jue stretched out her hand and pressed three inches above Wei Yuan's heart. With her eyes closed, a clear air emerged to relieve Wei Yuan's injuries. Wei Yuan looked at the girl with her eyes closed, a little dazed. He had only known Jue for a short time in this life, but he knew what Jue was like when she was a child, and what she looked like when she was thirteen or fourteen years old, as if he had really walked through Jue's long years.
Jue opened his eyes and said, "Your injuries will recover quickly, but you still need to rest for a month or two. During this period, try not to use your full strength, otherwise you may have sequelae."
Wei Yuan nodded, paused, looked at the pair of clear black pupils like the wind in the sky, and sighed in a low voice:
"You saved me again."
"Again?"
Jue looked at Wei Yuan suspiciously, then smiled and shook his head:
"It's obviously you who saved me before."
"So, at most we are even this time."
"Although, friends can't say that."
......
In the research institute that studies antiquities.
Many researchers gathered together for a meeting, among which the white-haired old man and a man about forty years old passionately talked about the next outline, several times in a row, first the Huai River diversion, and then the Yingtianfu battle, the extraordinary era is about to come.
The importance of their research institute is also rising.
Because the spiritual energy had disappeared, resulting in the interruption of inheritance, while starting to study and develop modern practice models, the past that had a prosperous and extraordinary era became precious materials with important reference value.
"So, it is necessary to develop those gifts from the ancestors buried under the earth."
"We have found the next research target and have applied for it. It will be the most suitable, most appropriate, and most valuable place. Its value and significance are not inferior to the splendor of the Age of Gods."
......
Because Wei Yuan was injured, Jue helped take care of him and also took care of the meals.
The girl's black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she was wearing a dark blue apron with a Winnie the Pooh on it.
She hummed the popular tunes softly, raised her hands and directed the kitchen utensils.
And Wei Yuan looked at the quiet old streets outside, dazed and absent-minded. This was a peaceful enough era, at least in the land of Shenzhou. Teacher, Your Majesty, rest assured, the era you expect is now being staged one by one.
I will watch this era for you.
Wei Yuan took out the jade dragon pendant, which was faintly glowing. He suspected that the reason why his memory was restored to be rich and detailed was because the sword resonated with the jade dragon pendant. After all, he had worn it for a long time.
But it is time to put it down now.
He stroked the jade pendant and put it down.
That was the promise of the First Emperor.
That was the memory and identity of the last sharp warrior of the Black Ice Platform.
That was the identity of a general of the Great Qin, the personal guard of the First Emperor, and the order of the halberd bearer.
Your Majesty, forever safe.
......
The director of the research institute in his forties slammed the table heavily, his eyes bright:
"If our goal can be fully developed, the richness of the harvest will be even more valuable than the relics of the Age of Gods. In addition to the classics, there are thousands of ancient terracotta warriors and the twelve golden men cast by Qin Mo!"
"We want to develop the tomb of Qin Shihuang!"