Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Sheng Lingyuan looked past him, and it took him a long time to answer: "No."

The two of them were on a small hill at this time. From the foot of the hill to the half slope, the vegetation was lush and the small dwellings sandwiched the mountain road, looming in the forest. They were not high and round. From a distance, they looked like they were hiding in a ball. mushrooms.This night is at the new moon, and the stars are like waves, and people are in it, and they can't help being quiet and open-minded.

Xuan Ji didn't know whether the other party understood what he had just asked, and was thinking of changing the wording and asking again, when Sheng Lingyuan said slowly: "This place...this is not...'illusion'. I am not what you think that person."

When Sheng Lingyuan first came to this world, his mind was empty. He was full of interest and full of curiosity about everything around him. He could imitate the accent and pause after listening to what others said, no matter what new things he saw. , will try to understand its principles and uses.

But... the memory came back, almost like an uninvited guest.

Those resuscitated past events were extremely cumbersome, and weighed heavily on his mind, making him unable to look around.Sheng Lingyuan was like an ancient sword that had just been unearthed. The cold light of the sword touched the air, and it was quickly oxidized to rust, and even the frost blade was useless.

His mandarin words are completely different, but it is not as smooth as what he learned and sold in Chiyuan Hospital.

"This is also a curse, one of the seven evil curses of the witch race, called... Suhui." Sheng Lingyuan then slowed down his speech, and his face could not be seen clearly in the dim environment, which made him sound almost a little He looked like an old man, he pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, "The one I nailed to the wall should be a double, and the curse is in the blood of the double... He probably knows that I am eager to nail him back to the coffin, right?" , I was negligent."

He should have known, but there was a witch grave that was driving him crazy

"What exactly is Suhui?"

"When I see him and think of something, I will re-experience it." Sheng Lingyuan said, "If there is a certain thing that I can't get rid of, I will circle around it repeatedly until my sanity is wrapped in it."

Xuan Ji: "..."

His greatest luck now is that in order to facilitate communication, all the news broadcasts for correcting his pronunciation were played before, and he was not allowed to listen to terrible brainwashing songs.

"You... hiss... wait a minute, I have to stroke it," Xuan Ji put his hands on his hips, and the Wuren clansman who passed through him just now smashed open the door of the wooden house, "squeaking... What to say, Xuan Ji couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief, "It's really a chicken flying and a dog jumping today."

Originally, he only wanted to carry out fishing enforcement against a group of swindlers, but he didn't expect that the fish came, but what he caught was a shark, which directly dragged him into the water.

The connection between Ji Qingchen and Bi Chunsheng was not found out. First, he was dragged into a mass grave for no reason.The two chattered in Fanbang dialect for a long time, and they shared some experience in fraudulent corpses. Xuan Ji didn't understand a word, and now they were dragged into an unimaginable spell.

So now comes the problem.

The Wuren clan is Sheng Lingyuan's extinct clan. Whether that A Luojin is an old lover or an old enemy, it is all the fate of Sheng Lingyuan. Whether it is a curse or an illusion, it is also for Sheng Lingyuan.

Xuan Ji: "Does this have anything to do with me?"

He was just a poor civil servant with torn clothes and no place to reimburse him. Why did the two of them swindle his suspect and drag him into the water after killing his suspect first?

What did he do wrong?

Is there a flower named "Chi Yu" that I don't even know?

"Also, senior, I'm actually quite embarrassed to say this, but what, 'If you borrow and repay, it's not difficult to borrow again', right? Can you return my natal sword to me first? It's not me Stingy, if I want two, I will definitely give them to you, the main reason is that there is really no spare of these things."

"No," Sheng Lingyuan said. He wanted to explain a few sentences, but limited to the vocabulary of modern Chinese, he couldn't organize the language at the moment, so he could only say apologetically, "That's mine."

Xuan Ji was shocked. Some people are decent and shameless, but they can be so simple and rude!

"Excuse me," he said, "whose is that? Did I hear something wrong?"

"That's mine..." Sheng Lingyuan opened his mouth and forgot the words, paused, gave up completely, and changed back to his own accent, "Bones."

Xuan Ji: "..."

He must have misheard, the language barrier is really a big problem.

"Either you have to reconsider your words? You just said, my sword," Xuan Ji stretched out her arms and gestured, "It's so long, the one used to cut people——sword, is your... bones? ...what remains after death..."

Sheng Lingyuan nodded.

"Then what am I?" Xuan Ji laughed angrily, "A handsome and handsome limited-edition urn? If it weren't for this sword, I was born with it, and I almost believed it."

Sheng Xiao's expression was indifferent, and he ignored his trash talk - because apart from "unbelief", he basically didn't understand it.

"There are generally two types of natal weapons. One is obtained by refining in a special way during cultivation, and the other is passed down from generation to generation. The blood is maintained and will not grow naturally." Sheng Lingyuan thought for a while, and patiently said like coaxing a child Said, "What grows by oneself is called a bone."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Makes sense.

"Back when I jumped off Chiyuan, I left an inexhaustible skeleton after my death. After the fire in Chiyuan was extinguished, it was probably picked up by your ancestors and tempered into a sword. Heh...you have a good eye. You don't remember , maybe it’s because I was too young when I accepted the inheritance from the family, so I don’t remember—it’s because of the family’s decline, right?”

Xuan Ji didn't answer, as if all his mind was attracted by the words "Jump off Chiyuan". " and "Human Emperor" two words.

In other words, although it doesn't look like it, the "devil" summoned by this gloomy sacrifice is indeed a human being.

Apart from the ancient gods in the legends, the only one who can be called the "Human Emperor" by foreigners since ancient times is only Wudi Sheng Xiao, because he set things right and accomplished feats beyond human power in a mortal body, which is respectable and awesome.

Xuan Ji couldn't help standing up straighter: "You just said that you are not the person I think, do you know who I think?"

Sheng Lingyuan replied: "It's not what the little sheep on 'Iron Chicken' read... those are some kind."

Hearing his denial, Xuan Ji couldn't help but relax his back. The previous psychological construction was in vain. He couldn't tell whether he was relieved or a little disappointed.

"That's right," he thought, "It's a bit too whimsical for the gloomy sacrificial text to summon the Emperor."

Besides, Sheng Xiao, the Emperor Wu depicted in the history books, is a tough-faced man with a ferocious face.

It's too far from the style of this little boy who catches whoever flirts with him.

But he is a human being with the surname "Sheng", so he should belong to the royal family.

Xuan Ji thought: it may be that the emperor died too quickly during the melee, and many temporary workers were replaced: "Is your name called 'Ling Yuan'?"

"'Lingyuan' is a nickname given by the teacher. Few people mention the big name. I can't remember it for a while." Sheng Lingyuan paused, "My name is 'Xiao'. I have been in office for more than [-] years. It’s serious, you don’t do much, you don’t accomplish anything, so don’t mention those ridiculous praises.”

Xuan Ji, who had just adjusted her mentality, staggered and almost knelt down—were the ancients panting so much when they were humble?

Sheng Lingyuan flicked his sleeves in an "easy-going" way: "Excuse me."

Xuan Ji: "No, wait a minute, you said my sword is... and what is the one summoned by the gloom festival under Chiyuan?"

"Probably the things I have been with for a long time, the hair that I have fallen, and the jade that I have worn. After a long time, they can be used as remains." Sheng Lingyuan said. What? This is a truth. The person who wrote the gloomy sacrificial letter didn’t know the inside story, and he thought he had made a mistake. It should be that your ancestors picked up the remains and buried my belongings as bones, right? He did have some A lot of my stuff."

Xuan Ji paused, and the usual hippie smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he said slowly: "Do you know who my family's 'ancestor' is?"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't seem to notice his change of face, and raised his hand to touch Xuan Ji's head: "I used to have a Bi Fang by my side. When I left, that little sparrow should have grown up. You are his descendant, right? Why? If you don't report to the family early, if you know that you are an old friend, I won't bully you."

Xuan Ji's expression flickered slightly, but he didn't say a word, he was acquiescing to this statement, barely avoiding his hand, and his standing posture was a little stiff.

The people here don't pay much attention to "parents with straight skin and hair". They all shave their hair very short. This little demon has dumped something on his head, and his hair is unnaturally stemmed. Difference.

Sheng Lingyuan withdrew his hand in disgust after touching it, and kept his expression on the surface, thinking to himself: "He's not Bi Fang."

Back then, the little Bi Fang beside him looked majestic, but in fact it was a domestic sparrow. It was very timid, and it never had the courage to dig out its own bones, and even made a sword, sticking it on its back to show off in the market.If the guess is correct, it is likely that after Chiyuan fire was extinguished, Bi Fang went back to collect his body, but he couldn't find his body, so he buried his belongings as sustenance.

Nan Minghuo... What Nan Minghuo said seems to be Suzaku Lihuo.

Sheng Lingyuan thought of the word "Suzaku" with some reluctance, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to press his temple - but the last Suzaku had already lost his soul, where did he come from?

Even if Suzaku is a monster clan, Sheng Lingyuan has to admit that Suzaku is the most divine clan among the monster clan.

Sheng Lingyuan always felt that although this little demon looked generous and unrestrained, and was dressed in real fire to exorcise evil spirits, there was always a faint lingering evil spirit about him.

At this time, a noise interrupted his thoughts, and there was a commotion from the foot of the mountain, and someone shouted in witch man language: "Come here!"

Then, holding torches, a group of people hurried up the mountain, embraced a man, who was carrying someone on his back, and shouted from afar: "Quick, the injury is too serious! Call the saint to come out and have a look!"

The whole family was alarmed, those people ran up the mountain road in a hurry, people on both sides lit up lights, from a distance, the lights climbed up the half slope from the foot of the mountain, sleepy people put on their clothes one after another, poked their heads come out and see.

The quiet night broke, like a metaphor.

Xuan Ji: "That's..."

"It's me." Sheng Lingyuan said softly, "The leader is the old patriarch back then, and the person he carried is me."

At this time, there was a rustling sound in the nearby bushes. Xuan Ji lowered her head and saw a small head coming out of the bushes. It was a child of seven or eight years old, the age that even dogs would hate, staring at the two grapes. Yan, with a pigtail, was rolled into a mess by himself.

Xuan Ji hurriedly took a big step to the side - this kid was clearly the A Luojin who cheated on the corpse.

At this time, the man carrying the man passed by them, and Xuan Ji saw clearly the boy he was carrying.

The boy's hands and feet were long, and his stature didn't seem to keep up. He was as thin as three tendons holding his head. His body was wrapped in a big cloak, only half of his pale face was exposed, and the blood flowed down his cheeks. The fingertips kept dripping down.

From the wooden house at the highest point of Banpo, an old man came out, dressed very solemnly. Xuan Ji guessed that he was the "great sage" of the witch race, a role similar to a religious leader, and took the injured boy with both hands.

The witches were whispering, and the little Aluojin got under the adults' feet curiously, looked around on tiptoe, and asked, "Is that the little prince? Is it true?"

Xuan Ji couldn't help asking: "Are you injured?"

"Well, before the age of ten, this was commonplace." Sheng Lingyuan stood outside the crowd, looking at himself in a state of embarrassment from a distance, "My father died in Chiyuan, our family and country were overthrown, and the imperial city became a demon capital. Demons are rampant in the world, the human race is declining, and people want a hope, so somehow, a prophecy spreads, saying that the emperor born from a million resentful souls will carry the blood of his father and brother on his back, and personally exterminate the demons. I am the Demon King The thorn in his side, so he was hunted down since childhood."

"When I was ten years old, my master and I separated and were betrayed by the same clan. The three big monsters chased me to Dongchuan, and all the twelve guards around me died. When we reached a dead end, we were rescued by a sorcerer."

"The witch tribe is a paradise. I... hid in this paradise for six years."