The inherent romance of China

Wei Yuan was walking in his dream.

When he finally returned to his own dream, he found that Wuzhiqi had actually called up the hidden characters of King of Fighters 97, and began to use the hidden characters to beat ordinary characters one by one, to see the effects of each character's ultimate move, and to try different combos, and he never got tired of it.

It was not until the next day that Wuzhiqi had to put down the game in his hand and leave the dream.

Before Wuzhiqi left the dream, Wei Yuan calculated several times again. Shanjun was now hiding in Yingtian Prefecture. Wei Yuan calculated whether there would be a catastrophic event that endangered ordinary people in Jiangnan Road for the first time, and got a clear sign that everything was safe.

This was the same as Wei Yuan's inference.

With Shanjun's caution, when he found that he was noticed, he would not do anything to expose himself, especially now that Shanjun had abandoned all external things and embarked on the orthodox path of practice, but at the beginning, his strength might not increase but decrease, and he was in the weakest state.

Shanjun during this period will be very cautious.

Later, Wei Yuan calculated the old Taoist priest who was familiar with him. Although the latter was a Taoist, he was old after all. He was also in Yingtian Prefecture. If he was targeted by the mountain lion, he would be in danger. The result of the divination was that the old Taoist priest was safe and was not involved in the mountain lion's rampage.

Wei Yuan was relieved and woke up from his dream.

Next, he had to wait for Zhang Hao to find out the conclusion.

He had just told Zhang Hao about the mountain lion's true spirit breath and appearance through his dream.

Zhang Hao was different from him.

Wei Yuan had not learned the magic of recording the pictures in his memory in the jade slip. It was more troublesome to leave a picture for others to see. He was not a Taoist disciple like Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao could ask the elders with profound Taoist skills to use the magical power of telepathy to let those Taoists see the appearance and true spirit of the mountain lion.

But Wei Yuan could not allow others to do this.

On the one hand, he had too many secrets and did not want others to see his true spirit.

On the other hand, Wei Yuan himself didn't know what others would see when they cast spells to spy on his true spirit, and he didn't know what they would encounter. He could only confirm that even if a cultivator with a high enough level of Taoism cast such a magical power, there was a high probability of being backfired.

Imagine a true cultivator casting a spell, then spitting blood and falling down.

Wei Yuan felt that he couldn't explain it clearly.

Zhang Hao and the others didn't have such concerns, and they also had enough trust. This might be one of the benefits of sect inheritance.

Wei Yuan thought about the situation in his mind, sorted out things one by one, and then lay on the bed, not wanting to get up at all. He looked at the rising sun outside and began to think about a philosophical question aimlessly.

I should have slept enough yesterday.

Why don't you want to move?

Sleeping is for rest.

...If you have to work in your dreams, then what's the point of sleeping?

Am I not 007?

After struggling and ringing the alarm clock, Wei Yuan lay flat on the bed, motionless. The water ghost came through the door and said to him: "There are people from the action team outside looking for you. Uh... Boss, why haven't you woken up yet? What time is it..."

Wei Yuan, who was half asleep, blurted out:

"I was sealed by the quilt."

Water ghost: "..."

Wei Yuan woke up, coughed, and said calmly:

"I mean, I'm thinking about a sealing spell. The action team is here? Where?"

The water ghost decided to forget what he had just heard and replied: "In the museum."

Wei Yuan asked the water ghost to be responsible for entertaining the visiting guests, while muttering that the action team was so efficient. It had only been a short time since the dream, and they had already found the identity of the young man transformed by the mountain king? While quickly getting dressed, he raised his hand to summon clear water to wash up hastily, and walked out.

It is indeed a member of the action team.

But it is not the special action team of Quan City, but a member of the logistics department of the action team from Yingtian Prefecture.

He was a man in his thirties, wearing a black suit.

He introduced himself, showed his ID to Wei Yuan, and then took out a letter, held it in both hands and handed it to Wei Yuan, saying: "Master Wei, this is the legacy of Professor Jiang Hualiang of Yingtian Prefecture. It is a letter to you. The suicide note said that it was for the person who saved him one day."

"Mr. Jiang is a leader in cancer research and has made contributions throughout his life. The director sent me to deliver the letter to you."

He added, "Of course, we didn't read the content of the letter."

"This is a kind of morality."

Wei Yuan thought of the medical professor who was used by his students for human experiments in the previous Wu Xuan incident. He looked a little disappointed. Although he knew that the old man's condition was extremely bad at the time, he had to After receiving the news, he still felt regretful and asked, "Did Mr. Jiang pass away?"

The member of the action team nodded and replied, "He passed away yesterday."

"This letter should be Mr. Jiang's thanks to you."

"He is a respected old scientist. His departure is a loss to all mankind."

The man stood up, smiled, and said, "I have other tasks, so I won't bother you here."

Wei Yuan sent the man out and looked at the unopened letter in his hand. He didn't open the letter immediately. It was already past ten o'clock. He was a little hungry and didn't even feel like cooking. He scanned a shared bicycle and first found a breakfast stall opened by his family.

This kind of store is the storefront of the family, not the kind of mobile stall.

So it is still open at this time.

Wei Yuan ordered a bowl of tofu brain, two tea eggs, and then took three trays of steamed dumplings.

The boss was amazed and said, "Young man, you have a big appetite."

Wei Yuan smiled and explained, "I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten for a long time."

"You have to eat more."

Wei Yuan mixed a bowl of sauce with chili oil and vinegar. He dipped half of the dumplings in it and ate the other half in the original way. He ate them in two ways to ensure the freshness of the taste and the maximum enjoyment of every bite. Finally, he asked for a big meat bun and took a bite.

Then he poured the last sauce into the bun through this hole and ate it.

When the boss collected the money, he looked at Wei Yuan and said, "Your stomach is big."

Wei Yuan smiled and replied:

"I didn't eat for a long time before. I ate too much this time and saved lunch."

The boss suddenly realized.

After paying, Wei Yuan found the second store and said:

"Please give me a bowl of noodles. Oh, and add three or two more noodles."

Facing the boss's questioning eyes, Wei Yuan said calmly:

"I didn't eat for a few meals before, and I'm very hungry."

......

Wei Yuan walked around skillfully and purposefully, and then he was full. The craving for food of the martial arts monks needs to wait until the next level to weaken. At this time, he received a message from Zhang Hao, saying that Zhang Hao had reunited with the teachers and would immediately start searching for the traces of the mountain king after confirming the true spirit.

In addition, as mentioned before, the file left by Zhang Daoling when he sealed the mountain king has been opened.

It was brought to Quanzhou by the Longhu Mountain monks and should be sent to the museum soon.

After Zhang Hao explained, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Wei Yuan put away his phone and rode home slowly. When he passed by the flower shop, he saw Jue in the flower shop. The girl was wearing a blue suspender skirt, a light-colored shirt, and a pair of transparent high-heeled sandals. Her long hair was not tied up as usual, but naturally hanging down. She was reading a book.

As if noticing Wei Yuan, Jue raised her eyes and smiled and nodded. Her appearance was elegant and peaceful, just like before.

Wei Yuan thought for a while and said hesitantly: "Jue, you yesterday..."

"Hmm?"

The girl tilted her head slightly, her eyes were clear and peaceful, and there was doubt in her eyes.

"Yesterday?"

Wei Yuan paused and said: "Nothing, the painting you drew yesterday was really good. It liked it very much and said it wanted to show it to Zhang Daoyou."

The girl suddenly realized and smiled and nodded: "If it likes it, I can draw it again."

Wei Yuan exchanged a few words with the goddess and said goodbye.

I felt relieved.

It seems that not only did he get drunk after one glass, but he also forgot everything after getting drunk.

It's better not to remember.

It will save us from the embarrassment of meeting each other.

Wei Yuan pushed open the door of the museum. In the flower shop, the elegant and quiet girl withdrew her gaze and put a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her neck and ears. The originally white ear tips turned slightly red.

......

After eating and drinking, Wei Yuan sat lazily behind the table in the museum and opened the envelope with a knife.

He noticed the dried blood on it, thought for a moment, and unfolded the letter. It was a red lined letter paper with upright words, but the handwriting was slightly trembling. Wei Yuan read it out--

"Zhan Xinjia."

"I haven't thanked you for saving my life and preventing Zhou Zichang from making a bigger mistake. I feel bad, so I left a letter to express my gratitude. There is also one thing I want to confess. I kept a bottle of Zhou Zichang's research results."

"However, I did not use it for unethical research. I just tried to experience this drug and then left some data to future generations."

"As a teacher and as a person, Zhou Zichang's behavior is undoubtedly wrong, but putting everything aside, I can understand that no doctor can resist the results and temptation of making humans immortal, and I can't resist it either." But he took the wrong path. "

"Human life is limited, we will encounter all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases, all kinds of problems and difficulties. Perhaps a person's lifetime, or even a generation, cannot completely overcome these difficulties, but as long as we are sure that it is worth it, we still have to devote our lives to open up the road. "

"In this way, later generations can go further on our basis and even solve the problem directly. "

"Then when they encounter new difficulties, they will also devote their lives to the progress of later generations. "

"It seems meaningless and may be laughed at, but looking back at the past 100 or 500 years, haven't we done this, stepping forward step by step amidst the laughter and solving one problem after another? In the past, even the emperor died of typhoid fever, and there was also a raging The plague of the times has been controlled and eliminated in various ways. "

"Isn't it incredible in the past? We have overcome difficulties that were considered impossible in the past. Treating diseases and saving lives, constantly solving difficult and complicated diseases, this wish of medical students a thousand years ago, two thousand years ago, is still being taken up by people now. "

"In fact, I think that such a great wish has been passed down from generation to generation. "

"Unchanged for a thousand years, isn't it longevity?"

Wei Yuan looked at the four words "unchanged for a thousand years, isn't it longevity", and suddenly thought of two thousand years ago, the young Taoist with dimples on his mouth when he smiled, and thought of what he said about treating diseases and saving lives. Wei Yuan was silent, opened the second page of the letter, and saw the lines of words on it became strong and powerful-

"I know that you may not be an ordinary person, you can live a very long time. "

"Long life. "

"I wonder if you can make a promise with me, an ordinary old man?"

Just yesterday, in a lonely room, the terminally ill old man coughed and trembled as he wrote the following words -

"One thousand years."

"After a thousand years, if you still remember this letter of mine, can you please take a look at that era? See if the people of that era have conquered the ten terminal diseases of today, and see if people no longer have to suffer from hunger and disease?"

"See if the dream that has spread for thousands of years is still alive."

"By then, if you burn this letter to me, will I know?"

"It is a small contract between me, who is about to die, and you, who is immortal..."

The old man used his last strength to carefully fold the letter.

And Wei Yuan was silent for a long time while reading the last few words.

This is a contract and agreement that spans a thousand years.

Even if he has fallen on his sickbed.

He still has the heroic spirit of looking back a thousand years.

It is magnificent and romantic.

Wei Yuan carefully put the letter on the table, took out a pen, wrote his name on it, and then cut his finger and pressed his fingerprints, leaving his soul on this most ordinary but extremely heavy white paper. He folded the letter and then placed it on the collection of the museum.

It was placed together with the original pottery, the jade dragon pendant of the First Emperor, and the Taiping Nine-section Staff.

Wei Yuan suddenly had a feeling that what was collected in his small museum was not objects, but people.

It is man's determination to conquer nature, it is the world as one country, it is the people's survival, and it is the great wish of doctors.

He closed the glass cabinet door.

So here, there are not only memories buried in the past, but also promises for the future.

The sun fell into this ordinary museum. The lights were not on. Because of the color of the old wood, the museum was filled with a dim yellow color as if the years had passed. Wei Yuan stood in this heavy time, quietly looking at the letter, and suddenly thought.

Will it be that in the next life, I will occasionally find this thing I left behind?

Or at that time, I will still be myself.

Wearing a black buttoned and fine cloud patterned top, the museum owner with a calm expression looked at his collection for a while, turned around and left, sitting in front of the old wooden table, reading a book while waiting for the information to be transmitted back.

Museum collection -

Letter paper.

The great wish of a doctor is to be immortal for a thousand years.

Code name, 004.

The contract is done.