Artworks have a life of their own.

They carry the emotions of their creators and witness the lives of their users. They pass down these things from generation to generation until the day they themselves shatter. But even when they are broken, in front of someone who truly understands, those remnants still emit a dazzling brilliance.

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I don't know how many times I've seen that scene in my dreams.

The enemies rushing towards me, not only from the land, not only from the opponent, but also from within the court, and even from the heavens. Five hundred years have turned the once mighty empire into a decaying war chariot. In the end, it fought with all its might, only to meet its demise.

In the picture, a tall and magnificent man laughed heartily as he stepped onto a high building.

He looked at the enemies in the distant sky and on the earth.

He raised his cup and drank.

The high building was eventually completely burned down.

Buried along with the grand ambitions and ambitions of the emperor.

The bronze wine vessel fell to the ground, rolling and falling on the earth.

Dong Yuefeng slowly opened his eyes, sighed, and looked out the window. The city was still awake, and the lights of vehicles could still be seen outside. The modern night was different from what he was familiar with. It was already past ten o'clock, but it was still lively outside.

He was awakened and couldn't fall back asleep for a while.

He washed his face and put on his pajamas. Holding a lamp, he walked to a bookshelf. This was his collection, the treasures he had collected throughout his life. He had already decided to donate all these collections after his death, but he had been hesitating about one item.

He caressed the special artifact on the bookshelf.

It was a bronze vessel, a bronze wine vessel. It had a flat body with a slightly widened rim and a short tail. There were delicate patterns on it, giving it an ancient and noble appearance. At the bottom, there were three characters that read "For Offering and Drinking". However, there was a mark of a depression in one place, as if it had been dropped on a stone, affecting its overall beauty and making it somewhat regrettable.

Dong Yuefeng heard an old voice in his ears: "Little guy, did you have that dream again?"

Dong Yuefeng's hair was already completely white, but in the voice, he was still just a little guy.

He smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Jue, I had it again. I can't sleep."

Artworks have their own lives.

This was a phrase he often said, but it was not just empty words or exaggerated descriptions. It was a plain conclusion.

Since he was young, he could hear the voices of ancient artifacts. Later, he always kept this bronze wine vessel by his side. Under the guidance of this bronze wine vessel, he gradually became a renowned historian and master of pottery throughout the entire Shen Zhou. His life could be considered quite remarkable.

He sat down, took down the ancient and heavy bronze wine vessel, adjusted his reading glasses, and sighed:

"I dreamt of it again."

"I don't know how many more times I will dream of it. I don't know how long it will take after I'm gone for you to meet someone who can hear your voice again."

The bronze wine vessel didn't mind and said, "We will meet eventually. I am fortunate to have gained consciousness and witnessed this era. It is already the best fate for me to disappear."

Dong Yuefeng didn't say anything, he just moved his body a bit and said:

"Mr. Jue, it's rare for you to wake up. Tell me more about Emperor Xin's story..."

The bronze wine vessel casually talked. It was just a wine vessel that had once been placed on the table of the Shang Dynasty's king.

It didn't know much, it just had been passed down as a treasure. Therefore, it had a high ability to discern pottery and ancient artifacts. The stories it told were also simple. It was just about how Emperor Xin struggled in the muddy era of that time and ultimately failed.

Shang was a country that valued ghosts and gods more than laws.

By the time of Emperor Xin, the once glorious Shang Dynasty was on the verge of collapse after five hundred years.

The royal family, the relatives, and the witch family, as well as the vassals, all stared at the Shang Dynasty with greedy eyes.

The bronze wine vessel talked about how Emperor Xin ascended to the throne as a young child.

The first time it saw him, he was still a young boy, full of spirit.

It talked about how he was incredibly strong and magnificent.

It talked about a slave boy kneeling before Emperor Xin and being appointed.

That boy was called Wen Zhong.

There was also a slave named Fei Lian. His son was able to fight lions and tigers and was loyal to Emperor Xin. His name was E Lai. It talked about how Emperor Xin abolished the system of listening to ghosts and gods for everything, no longer sacrificing a large number of slaves to ancestors, and even allowed slaves to join the army, employing commoners without ancestral achievements. In the end, this angered the vassals and gods, and he was defeated.

This was a story that Dong Yuefeng had heard many times, but he still didn't show any impatience.

After a long time, he reached out and touched the bronze wine vessel, sighing, "Sometimes I wonder if it's just a dream. I have traveled to many places over the past few decades, but I have never seen another ancient artifact as special as you."Dong Yuefeng smiled. He had already gotten used to this intermittent communication.

He just didn't know if, after one of its short periods of sleep and awakening, it would find that he had already left ahead of it. Maybe it would. He wondered what it would think then...

Dong Yuefeng sighed and put the bronze wine cup back.

When he was ready to rest, his phone flashed. The old man was very meticulous in his character and thought that it was the corresponding information he had found today. But when he opened it, he found that it was a group chat of a student from a previous year, and a student had sent a picture.

It was a young man making pottery.

Dong Yuefeng didn't pay much attention to it, but when he saw the pottery, he was stunned.

He suddenly stood up.

He felt something similar, just a hint, but very similar. Yes, it was the aura of the Shen Zhou era that the bronze wine cup occasionally mentioned. He suddenly thought of something and hurriedly saved the picture, then searched for tutorials.

It took a long time to use various old filters in the current software. When the highest level of antique filter was applied, the old man widened his eyes and looked at the photo, his hand trembling.

After a long time, he picked up his phone and typed a line of words, deleted and revised it, revised and deleted it again.

"Who made this?"

.................

The next day, Wei Yuan set off for the mental hospital in Yingtian Prefecture.

It wouldn't take much time to reach the destination by high-speed rail.

He arrived early, and there was a little girl in front of him. She kept her head down and didn't speak, emitting a gloomy and depressed aura, as well as a hint of lifelessness. The kind of deathly silence naturally emanated from her soul, and Wei Yuan could feel it.

The girl kept her head down, motionless.

Wei Yuan picked up a calming and soothing talisman and pressed its aura onto the little girl.

The aura dissipated somewhat, but it was still there.

This was the most troublesome state. Wei Yuan sighed. Some Taoists might be able to handle this state, but it was definitely not something that a cultivator like him, who practiced the sword to kill and protect, could solve. If it was a Taoist who practiced the sword, they could be willing to help and shatter the inner demons, restoring her state of mind to normal.

Soon, someone called, and the girl's parents pulled her inside.

Wei Yuan waited quietly.

After more than an hour passed, the door opened and the little girl came out, tears in the corners of her eyes. Wei Yuan was surprised to find that the gloomy aura on the little girl had already dissipated a lot, and it was almost about to disappear. A woman in a white coat, with a calm and serene face, walked out.

She half-knelt down and looked at the little girl, reaching out to touch her hair. Her voice was gentle as she said, "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, handing it to the child.

Then she stood up and looked at Wei Yuan, saying, "Please let the next patient in."

Wei Yuan stood up and felt a slight fondness for this doctor. Then he walked in. After the doctor asked about Wei Yuan's situation and pondered for a moment, she gave her opinion and pointed to a nearby hospital bed, smiling gently and calmly, saying:

"This is not a very difficult problem. Just pay attention in daily life and cooperate with medication, and you will recover quickly."

"You can take a nap first, and I will give you hypnosis therapy."

"Of course, if you feel uncomfortable, you can lie on the sofa to receive treatment."

Wei Yuan decided to sit on the sofa.

Relaxing his mind, the doctor named Wang Qi sat opposite him and gently touched his brow with her finger.

Her finger was a little cold, and Wei Yuan's body almost tensed up.

Not because of the contact.

But because the lying tiger waist badge trembled and hummed, and a thought flashed through his mind, pointing at the doctor with a calm and serene appearance—

Great Demon, Boqi!

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Now, the finger of this demon, who was widely worshipped during the Qin and Han dynasties, was pressing against his brow.

Wei Yuan had already imagined many times encountering Shan Jun's maid and Shan Jun's situation.

But he never expected this scene.

He was the patient, and the other party was a seemingly responsible doctor. The timing and occasion of their meeting was for treatment. However, she didn't recognize him because dream demons like Boqi only confirmed their true form through dream imprints and didn't pay attention to their appearance.

Wei Yuan's thoughts turned, knowing that this was definitely not a suitable time to take action. He might not be the opponent of the other party, and in a densely populated place like a hospital, if he cornered Boqi, it might result in a scene that Wei Yuan didn't want to see, with a large number of casualties.

But if he didn't do anything, the other party was a dream-eating demon, a high-ranking demon of the dream-eating tapir clan. His dreams might not be able to hide from the other party, and he would fall into a passive position. The most important goal now was self-preservation and preventing the other party from going berserk on the spot and causing harm to innocent people.He should use his relative advantage to discourage Boqi from making a move.

He should choose to maintain a balance, making the opponent hesitate to act, in other words, using a method similar to nuclear deterrence. He should not take the initiative, nor should he appear panicked or overly calm. He should appear composed, making the opponent worry and fear, thus discouraging them from acting.

Wei Yuan's thoughts were spinning rapidly in his mind.

He made a judgment and decision in a short time.

His expression was calm, he controlled his body to relax naturally, and then he closed his eyes.

Boqi entered the dream.

This was a task he had performed many times before, but this time, the woman's expression suddenly changed.

She heard a rhythmic tapping.

In that ancient yet modern, real yet illusory dream, a familiar man was making pottery. His movements were meticulous, yet carried the ease of a master craftsman. Boqi's body stiffened slightly, a natural fear emerged, and then the potter looked up at her dream body.

In reality, the patient who had closed his eyes opened them.

Dream, reality.

True, false, illusory.

His black eyes were deep and calm, looking at Wang Qi at the same time.

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Then Boqi heard a calm laughter by her ear.

"It took me quite some effort to get an appointment with you, Dr. Wang."

Wei Yuan sat on the sofa, leaning slightly back, his hands interlaced, his tone as composed and natural as possible, saying:

"Or should I call you, Boqi?"

PS: Second update today, 3400 words~

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