They carry the emotions of the maker, they watch the life of the user, and then pass these things on from generation to generation until the day they are broken, but even if they have been broken, in front of the people who truly know the music, those few remaining things will remain.
, still exudes dazzling brilliance.
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I don’t know how many times I’ve seen that scene in my dream again.
Enemies are rushing forward, not only from the earth, not only from each other, but also from inside the court, and even from the sky. Over the past five hundred years, the originally powerful empire has become a rotting chariot. Finally,
He tried his best, but ended up defeated.
In the picture, the tall and majestic man laughed boldly and stepped onto the tall building.
Look at the distant enemies in the sky and on the earth.
Raise a glass and drink.
The tall building was eventually completely burned to the ground.
He was buried along with the emperor's great deeds and ambitions.
The bronze wine bottle fell to the ground, rolled and fell to the ground.
Dong Yuefeng slowly opened his eyes, sighed, and looked outside the window. The city was not asleep yet, and the lights of vehicles could still be seen outside. The modern night was no longer the same as the one he was familiar with. It was past ten o'clock, and outside
It was also lively.
He was woken up and lost sleep for a while.
He washed his face, simply put on his pajamas, and walked to a bookshelf with a lamp. Here was his collection, the 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 caressed the special collection on the bookcase.
It was a bronze ware, a bronze jue, with a flat body and a flat bottom, with a slightly wider stream and a shorter tail. There were delicate lines on it, which looked elegant and noble. There were three words on the bottom, "for offering to drink", but only in one place.
The traces of the potholes seemed to be the marks left by falling on the rocks, which affected the overall beauty and made people feel a bit regretful.
Dong Yuefeng heard an old voice in his ears: "Little guy, have you had that dream again?"
Dong Yuefeng has a head full of white hair, but according to this voice, he is still just a little guy.
He smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Jue, I did it again, and I couldn't sleep."
Artwork has a life of its own.
This is a sentence he often talks about, but it is not just an empty talk, or a so-called metaphysical exaggerated description, but a plain conclusion.
He has been able to hear the sounds of ancient artifacts since he was a child, and has been protecting this bronze knight from the Shang Dynasty ever since. Under the guidance of this bronze knight, he slowly became a famous figure in the history of the entire China.
As a scholar and a master of pottery, his life is quite exciting.
He sat down, took off the quaint and thick bronze jue, adjusted his reading glasses, and sighed:
"I dreamed about it again."
"I don't know how many more times I can dream. I don't know how long it will take after I leave before you can meet someone who can hear your voice again."
Bronze Lord didn't care and said: "It will always happen. I can develop spiritual wisdom and be able to see this era. It is already the best fortune. There is no dissatisfaction in being annihilated."
Dong Yuefeng didn't say anything, he just moved his body and said:
"Mr. Jue, it's rare that you've woken up too. Let's talk about Di Xin's story..."
The Bronze Jue talked idly about it, saying that it was just a wine jue that had been placed on King Shang's desk.
Not much is known, but it was once passed down as a treasure, so I have a high enough ability to identify pottery antiquities. The story told is also very simple. It is just how the Shang king struggled 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 Great Shang Dynasty, which had supported it for five hundred years, was on the verge of collapse.
The royal family, relatives, as well as the Wu family and the princes all stared at Dashang with eager eyes.
Bronze Jue discussed that Emperor Xin ascended the throne as the youngest son and became king.
The first time I saw him, he was still a young man looking forward to flying.
Tell him about his immense strength and majestic weapon.
It tells the story of a young slave who knelt in front of Di Xin and was employed.
That young man's name is Wen Zhong.
There was also a slave named Fei Lian. His son was able to fight ligers and tigers and was loyal to Emperor Xin. He was called Eilai. It is said that Emperor Xin abolished the system of listening to ghosts and gods in everything, and no longer sacrificed the blood of slaves to their ancestors in large quantities, and even made slaves
He joins the army and recruits villains who have no ancestral achievements. In the end, he angers the princes and ghosts and gods, and the army is defeated.
This was a story Dong Yuefeng had heard many times, but he still didn't show any impatience.
After a long time, he stretched out his hand to touch the Bronze Jue and sighed: "Sometimes I think about whether this sound is just a dream. I have traveled to many places in the past few decades, but I have never seen anyone as special as you.
It’s ready.”
Bronze Lord seemed to have exhausted all the energy he had 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 after waking up from a brief slumber, it will find that it has already gone ahead. I don’t know what it will think then...
Dong Yuefeng sighed and put the Bronze Jue back.
When he was about to take a break, his phone flashed. The old man had a more meticulous personality. 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 group of students from the first batch of students he had led.
A student sent a picture.
A young man is making pottery.
Dong Yuefeng didn't care at first, but when he saw the pottery, his whole person was stunned.
He stood up suddenly.
He almost turned his head suddenly to look at the protected King Bronze Lord of Shang.
He felt something similar, just a trace, but very similar. Yes, it was the breath of the Gods of China that the Bronze Lord occasionally mentioned. He suddenly thought of something, hurriedly saved the picture, and then searched for tutorials.
.
It took a long time to use various antiquing filters in current software. When the highest-level antiquing filter was processed, the old man looked at the photo with wide eyes, and his palms trembled violently.
After a long time, he picked up his phone, typed out a line of text, deleted it, changed it, changed it and deleted it.
"Who did this?"
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Wei Yuan set out for the mental hospital in Yingtianfu the next day.
It doesn’t take long for the high-speed train to reach your destination.
He went a little early, and there was a little girl standing in line in front of him. She lowered her head and said nothing, exuding a gloomy and low aura, and a trace of death. The deathly silence naturally came from her soul.
Wei Yuan could feel what was radiating out.
The child lowered his head and remained motionless.
Wei Yuan picked up a peace-of-mind charm, and then placed the breath of the charm on the little girl.
That aura has dissipated a bit, but it's still there.
It is the most troublesome state. Wei Yuan sighed. Some Taoist priests may be able to handle this state, but it cannot be solved by a monk like him who practices the Sword of Death and Protection. If it is a Taoist who practices the Sword of Magic,
If she is willing to take action, she can crush her inner demons and return her state of mind to normal.
Soon someone called, and the little girl's parents pulled her inside.
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 air in this little girl had dissipated a lot, and even almost disappeared. There was no one wearing a white coat.
, a woman with a delicate and peaceful face came out.
She half-knelt down, looked at the little girl, reached out and touched her hair, and said in a soft voice: "Remember, you have to face it."
The little girl nodded heavily.
The female doctor reached into her pocket and took out a piece of candy 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, having a slight liking for the doctor, and then walked in. The doctor asked about Wei Yuan's situation, pondered slightly, gave his opinion, then pointed to the bed next to him, smiled softly and quietly, and said:
"This is not a very difficult problem. You just need to pay attention to it and cooperate with medication to recover quickly."
"You go to sleep for a while and I will give you hypnotherapy."
"Of course, if you're embarrassed, you can lie down on the sofa and receive treatment."
Wei Yuan decided to sit on the sofa.
Relaxing his mind, the doctor named Wang Qi sat opposite him and stretched out his finger to gently touch his forehead.
His fingers were a little cold, and Wei Yuan's body almost tensed up.
It's not because of contact.
Instead, Crouching Tiger's waistband trembled and whistled, and a thought flashed across his mourning platform. Crouching Tiger roared and pointed at the doctor with a delicate appearance and quiet temperament in front of him——
Big Demon Birch!
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Now the finger of this great demon who was widely worshiped during the Qin and Han Dynasties was touching his eyebrows.
Wei Yuan has already imagined meeting the tiger's maid and the tiger's situation many times.
But he never expected such a scene.
She is a patient, and the other person is a doctor who looks very responsible. The occasion of the encounter was treatment, but she did not recognize herself. This is because dream monsters like Birch only rely on imprints in dreams to confirm their true identities and do not pay attention to them.
Your own appearance?
Wei Yuan's thoughts swirled, knowing that this was definitely not a suitable time to take action. He might not be the opponent's opponent, and in a place with a high population density like a hospital, once Birch was cornered, Wei Yuan would never want to see him again.
The picture shows a huge number of casualties.
And if you don't care, the other party is a dream-eating demon, a high-ranking demon of the dream-eating tapir clan. You may not be able to hide your dreams from the other party, and you will fall into a passive position. The most important purpose now is to protect yourself and prevent the other party from being put on the spot.
Go on a rampage and kill innocent people.
The relative advantage should be used to make Birch lose the courage to take action.
We should choose checks and balances, so that the other party is afraid to take action. In other words, it is similar to nuclear deterrence. Don't take the initiative, don't show panic or be too calm, show calmness, and let the other party feel worried and fearful, so as not to take action.
Dare to take action.
Wei Yuan's thoughts were spinning rapidly in his mind.
Judgments and decisions were made within a short period of time.
He looked peaceful, controlled his body to relax naturally, and then closed his eyes.
Birch fell asleep.
This has been done many times, but this time, the woman's expression suddenly changed.
She heard a soft, rhythmic sound.
In that ancient and modern, real and illusory dream, a familiar man was making pottery, his movements were meticulous, and he had the skill and calmness that have been tempered for thousands of years. Birch's body was slightly stiff, and a kind of fear naturally emerged, and then the man making pottery
Raising her head, she looked at the body in her dream.
In reality, patients who originally had their eyes closed opened their eyes.
Dream, reality.
True and false.
His black eyes were deep and calm, and he looked at Wang Qi at the same time.
Then Birch heard flat laughter in his ears.
"It really took me a while to make an appointment with you, Dr. Wang."
Wei Yuan sat on the sofa, leaned back slightly, crossed his fingers with his hands, and said in as calm and natural a tone as possible:
"Or should I call you Birch?"
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