Chapter 111: The Dim Lights

Chapter 111: The Dim Lights

At the same time, Xu Xuan and Xie Qi got off the boat.

As soon as we got off the land, a woman in sportswear got out of a car.

"Xiao Qi!"

"Sister Xuan! I miss you so much!"

The two hugged each other warmly, and Xu Xuan knew that this was Xie Qi's best friend and the person who sent a boat to pick them up.

"You have good taste. Is this your boyfriend? Why don't you introduce me to my sister?" Li Xuan said with a smile.

"Oh, no, he is Xu... Xu what?"

"Xu Xuan."

Poof! The two immediately laughed.

This feeling is like there is a person named Zhu Yuanzhang or Li Shimin.

"Sorry, I don't mean any harm, I just think your name, ahem, is a bit strange." Li Xuan put away her smile and apologized. No matter what the name is, it is always bad to laugh at other people's names.

"No way, it's the name given by my parents." Xu Xuan looked around. This port has a huge throughput and gathers materials from all over the world.

"What are you looking at?" Xie Qi asked.

"It's nothing. I didn't expect that Guangdong Port would develop so well. Back then, there were only wooden ships here."

"Wooden ship? It couldn't have been two hundred years ago, right?" Li Xuan said in disbelief. This place was one of the largest ports in the past three hundred years, the other being Shanghai Port.

"He was just joking, don't mind." Xie Qi interrupted.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Xie Qi had a vague idea in his heart that he was really an old antique, right? Could it be the legendary Xu Xuan?

As soon as this thought arose, it was immediately forgotten.

This is too exaggerated, equivalent to the exaggeration of a person saying that he is Qin Shihuang.

How could a normal person believe it? He was probably fascinated by the movie and thought he was Xu Xuan.

The group went to eat, and after eating, drove to the museum.

"The museum is here!"

Xie Qi pointed to the building in front and said.

There is an endless stream of tourists from all over the world. The museum plaque is in the handwriting of Emperor Shenwu. Two statues of old men are erected in front of the museum; one is dressed as an emperor and the other is dressed as a Taoist priest.

If it weren't for the text introduction below, Xu Xuan really didn't know that the Taoist priest was him. The emperor was fifty-six points similar to Xu Yong.

The three of them entered the museum.

On the other side, Li Sixian and others met an old man with white beard and hair and an immortal spirit.

In order to avoid being recognized, Xu Di wore a mask and sunglasses without a bodyguard.

"My lord, Zhang Xuanling, is this Professor Li? I've admired you for a long time, Director Geng, Boss Xu, long time no see."

The old man smiled and greeted a few people, and the group went straight to the topic without any nonsense.

"I will take you around and tell you about the history of the museum. This is the gold exhibition hall, which stores ancient cultural relics unearthed from Guangdong and Guangxi, mostly related to the ancient Ouyue country. This is the bronze exhibition hall, ceramics..."

Soon, we arrived at the largest area, Changguo Exhibition Hall.

"When the war broke out in China, the royal family went south with royal treasures. These items were left behind. These are the pens, inks, paper and inkstones used by Master Xu Xuantian to draw talismans, the bamboo in the backyard, and the weapons used in the early years. This piece of armor is from Hao Ge. It was hidden in Zhongnan Mountain before.”

"This is a family letter from the Celestial Master and Emperor Chang of the Han Dynasty in the early years. It embodies the flesh and blood of the historical figures, as well as the golden bowl contributed by the Tantric Dharma King."

There are all cultural relics from Xu Xuan and Xu Yong to the last emperor Wantong.

Some of them are not even in Zhongjing.

"The Zhongjing Museum once wanted to borrow cultural relics, but I refused directly. Is there any reason to borrow them and return them?"

At the same time, Xu Xuan and others came to the museum.

The two women went straight to the other side of the Hanchang exhibition hall, which was about the history of medical development. When talking about the history of medical development, Xu Xuan and Xie Miao cannot be avoided.

In the center of the hall is a statue of a young woman.

The tour guide introduced at the side: "Xie Miao is the mother of modern medicine. This statue is the appearance of Xie Miao in his youth derived by scientists from the portraits of Xie Miao in his later years."

"It's about 30% similar, but not as good as Xie Qi. This expert is too incompetent." Xu Xuan thought to himself.

Following the tour guide and listening to them explain the deeds of Xie Miao, Li Jianxing, Li Changsheng, Xu Yong, Li Anbang and others, Xu Xuan felt as if he was in another world.

The old friend has passed away, but his voice and appearance are still there.

Whether it is joy, anger, sorrow, or love, hatred, and hatred, they have all gone with the wind in the face of time.

Xu Xuan experienced history personally, and history left him alone. Those people who met every day back then are now an impossible wish to hear their voices.

Whether you miss it or forget it.

This is history, this is the price of immortality.

"Lao San, Ling'er, Xie Miao, Zhang Tianshi, Jian Xing..."

Familiar things in front of you, these items correspond to related stories in your mind.

That pair of knives seemed to be the scalpels used by Xie Miao back then. She still remembered her astonishment when she revealed her magical powers at the Changsha Medical Clinic.

This relatively primitive revolver seems to have been given to Li Changsheng by himself back then. This guy was an undercover agent of Taiyi Road before. Even if he was later accepted, he was always worried.

This musket was given to Li Changsheng, which strengthened his confidence in integrating into the Baidi Sect.

There is also the Indian headdress that Gengwu brought from America and Xu Yong's royal seal.

The long river of history flows slowly in front of you.

Xu Xuan couldn't help but feel crazy.

This is immortality, destined to be a lonely journey.

After a while, Xu Xuan put the nostalgia in his heart.

Every sentient creature will miss the past. Being too forgetful about one's feelings is not the right path, it is just a side effect on the road to immortality.

Xu Xuan was glad that he still had human emotions, and was not just obsessed with cultivating immortals, or fighting and killing.

The world only admires ruthlessness, but little does it know that affection is rare and valuable.

Being ruthless is simple, it is best to forget.

The highest state of sentience is to be sentient but ruthless. This is a mysterious and mysterious state that ordinary people cannot achieve. The sentient beings of ordinary people will only be indecisive.

Of course, emotions are emotions, and Xu Xuan will never change his persistence in the way of immortality.

These experiences made him understand the value of immortality.

His immortality is accompanied by the immortality of some people, those fellow Taoists who are not destined for immortality, and their beliefs support him.

"Are you okay? You looked very strange just now." Li Xuan said.

"It's okay. I just saw these ancient cultural relics and felt a little bit in my heart. Although they are no longer here, their beliefs have infected generations of people. How can this not make people moved?" Xu Xuan said with a smile.

The flow of people increased in front, and they reached the top of the museum. There was a sea of ​​people here, and everyone was vying to take pictures.

"Everyone, this is the world's earliest titanium alloy sword, and it is also a gift given to Xie Miao by the Heavenly Master. According to Xie Miao's memoirs in his later years, from this moment on, the saint of the White Lotus Sect had a trace of affection in his heart."

"According to expert Zhang Xuanling's decryption, this may be a token of love between the two. Unfortunately, lovers cannot stay together."

This stage is called Love with a Sword, and various spotlights shine on it. The sword will last forever.

Stories about heroes and princesses are often the most popular, especially those that end in regret.

The blessings of various stories give this sword a special meaning. Most of the people who come here are lovers, and they will witness their love here.

"It's just nonsense."

Xu Xuan was speechless, there was no token of love.

It was obvious that he felt sorry for taking King Qin's bone mirror, so he gave Xie Miao an ordinary sharp sword obtained from the mirror world.

When Xie Miao got this thing, he suffered a lot from the flowers and plants in Yuelu Mountain.

Regarding Xie Miao's affection, Xu Xuan actually felt like Ming Jing in his heart, but he did not dare to respond because the two of them were not suitable after all.

"Xie Miao never married. Sure enough, when she met Xu Xuan, she was married for the rest of her life." Xie Qi sighed.

At the same time, the expert brought Li Sixian and others to the booth.

Li Sixian and the others chatted and talked about the past.

"I was just born when the old Emperor Wantong abdicated, but when my fathers talked about those years, I am still amazed at the old emperor's noble character, his vision, his style and his mind. He is indeed the greatest figure in modern times. one."

Henry Zhang sighed.

The old emperor avoided a big war by giving up his position as emperor, thus avoiding the loss of lives.

The great tide of the world at that time caused an impact on the imperial system, and the princes spread the slogan of Xiang Ning's talent all over the country.

In fact, there were still many people who supported the royal family, especially within the army. If the old emperor wanted to struggle, there was also a lot of hope for a comeback.

But this will also bring about war, and who knows how many more years of loss of life.

"Yes, it's so great." Geng Xin sighed.

"Actually, it's not the old emperor's main credit. The main thing is that we have ancestral precepts."

After hearing this, everyone became curious, what kind of ancestral teaching is it?

Xu Di said: "It's actually very simple, just one or two sentences. The Heavenly Master left a sentence: If we encounter unpredictable events and the people's hearts are not on our side, we might as well let go and complete the Xu family's historical mission and give our ancestors the blessings they deserve." Achievements leave a trace of decency.”

It is this sentence that made the Xu family become the most praised dynasty in the world today. None of the descendants suffered a bloody massacre, but instead made many contributions to the country.

"Forecasting things three hundred years in advance, the Heavenly Master is indeed not a mortal."

At this time, everyone came near the old sword.

They were only two or three meters away from Xu Xuan and the others.

Xu Di admired the sharp sword. Suddenly, his eyes glanced at the person next to him, and his body suddenly froze.

"Boss Xu, what's wrong with you?" Everyone was confused.

When they saw Xu Xuan, everyone was stunned. At this moment, Xu Xuan also looked over.

This is exactly like the painting in the basement.

"It's very similar," Xu Di said excitedly. From his expression to his temperament, he was very similar to the painting at home.

The crowd crossed through the sea of ​​people and came to Xu Xuan. Xu Xuan remained silent and looked at them quietly.

"Young man, who are you?" Xu Di asked cautiously in a strange tone.