Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Seeing that the comer was not kind, King Weiyu chopped it down. He wanted to show off his abilities, so he stopped playing tricks.For a moment, countless child corpses turned into swords in the sea at the same time, and the snow blades were like frost, pressing down on Xuan Ji with their heads covered.

More than 100 child corpses spoke out of sync, and they chewed out the effect of rushing: "Sheng Xiao, I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you becoming more and more bloodless? Where did you pick up a little demon, who is still young, dare to talk to me... ah !"

The scimitar in Xuan Ji's hand was like a full moon, and when he slashed out, the tongue of fire rolled out to a length of one meter, as if the blade had been stretched out of thin air.But before the blade's edge arrived, the banner-like flames had already met the swords and short soldiers of those child corpses.

At the moment when it was touched but not touched, the flame lines seemed to be alive, and they climbed up along those swords. More than 100 pieces of Weiyu Wang could be regarded as "taking advantage", and immediately felt more than 100 pieces of burning pain, 360 degrees No dead ends.

All the child corpses screamed together, and those swords splashed around like steel flowers, reflecting the sparkling sea, which was truly spectacular.

"Impossible, who are you! What kind of fire is this!"

"To ward off evil spirits and suppress fire in the house, it is necessary for home travel, food to strengthen the yang." Xuan Ji's wrist "cracked", as if he had been curled up for thousands of years, and he had never stretched his muscles and bones happily, he smiled lowly With a loud voice, "It's suitable for helping your 'dead child' grow taller, do you want to try it?"

Those of them who have wings may have a special ability - no matter what is in their mouths, they will not delay their speech. No wonder they eat melon seeds faster than others.

Sheng Lingyuan was taken aback, he remembered that Xuan Ji was not very good at speaking elegant sounds.

He was originally the core of being besieged by the corpse of a child, but suddenly he was robbed of his job by this little monster. He had nothing to do for a while, maybe because he was soaked in water and blown by the sea breeze, he would be idle, and his temple on one side began to twitch restlessly, Seems to be a precursor to a headache attack.

Suffering from migraines and being afraid of light, Xuan Ji's wings, which were more eye-catching than Hot Wheels, shook him uncomfortably, so he lowered his head and turned his eyes away.

At this time, Xuan Ji also saw the man wrapped in the gloomy sacrificial rites on the sea, he turned his scimitar and pointed at that man - there are [-] child corpses here, he felt that he would not be able to cut them all in a while, so he decided Cut off the one that is different from other corpses first, and try the effect.

But before the knife fell, Wang Ze yelled, "Zhichun?!"

Xuan Ji was slightly startled, and quickly raised her wrist by half an inch. The scimitar turned abruptly, rubbed Zhichun, and sank into the bottomless sea: "What?"

The metal fragments on Yan Qiushan's neck became hot, and Gu Yuexi nervously avoided the bleeding spots on his body, half-supporting and half-holding him, feeling that Team Yan was shaking like a dead leaf about to fall: "Captain Yan, calm down !"

The seawater is full of child corpses, only the one in the center surrounded by gloomy sacrificial scriptures is an adult man.Xuan Ji frowned and looked over, and saw that this person was not very attractive, his facial features were stretched and light, and he was so gentle that he had no sense of presence.But his temperament is very unique. At this time, he was soaked in the sea water from the waist down. His hair looked like it hadn't been trimmed for a long time before the sword body was destroyed. It was a horrible gloomy ritual, but even so, he still looked clean.

That calm and uncontested appearance reminds people of the wood sorrel on the balcony in the afternoon, and it really doesn't look like a knife.

Zhichun in the sea looked at Yan Qiushan quietly, with melancholy eyes, hesitating to speak.

In the past few years, one of them traveled here and there, and the other was imprisoned on the [-]th floor underground of the Different Control Bureau. Like two small islands washed away in the sea of ​​time, they had to drift away.

Time generally does not erase those unforgettable things, which is true, but it will turn wounds into scars, turn the flesh and blood that has been embraced into stone monuments and portraits, and dry the immortal thoughts into Specimens, reduce everything in memory to a dimension.

When the flowers are drained of water, they will become dried flowers, but if you pour a glass of water back, the dried flowers will only become wet and embarrassed, and will no longer be as bright as they were at the beginning.

At this time, they met under the night, Yan Qiushan and Zhichun were only ten meters apart, and they didn't know where to start.

"Director Xuan, didn't you say that the fragments of the Zhichun Knife were stolen?" Wang Ze said incoherently, "Or...how did these sacrificial texts come about...what's going on?"

"The sacrificial text," Zhichun seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and the words were not fluent, jumping out word by word, "I wrote it."

Yan Qiushan's expression seemed to be stabbed by someone.

"You wrote it..." Wang Ze was stunned for a moment, then he forcibly calmed down and "suddenly realized", "I see, you bastards stole the fragment of Zhichun, and made a counterfeit like him, right?"

He said, laughing loudly on purpose, and split his throat with laughter: "How obvious is this, isn't it, Captain Yan! He can't be Zhichun at all. I said, this is all 8102, you demon world Can you keep pace with the times, why is it still the old third trick of the last century... Hurry up, let's fight a real battle with real guns! Team Yan, say something!"

Yan Qiushan couldn't speak, he couldn't even move his eyes.

A cold hand patted Wang Ze's head, and Wang Ze was shocked.

"Sword..." Sheng Lingyuan said a word, and then seemed to realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, and changed it after a pause, "There is a connection between sword spirit and human beings, and you Yan team can recognize the truth."

"What if he admits it wrong? He struggles to catch his breath, and he doesn't even know his own mother when he is hypoxic. That guy is now a 'person with limited capacity', what the hell!" Wang Ze said angrily, "Zhichun is In order to save people, he was poisoned by the sea, although he was a knife, although... in the end, there was nothing to do... but he was also a hero, and his photo is still hanging on the wall of the martyrs in the Field Security Department!"

It was the first time Sheng Lingyuan saw a carp with such a loud voice, his temples jumped even more, and he took a few steps to the side.

He felt that if he spoke too loudly, it would be easy to overwhelm his head.

Heaven and earth can't last long, let alone people, who were good in the past, can't they be bad now?

If the fruit is thrown there for three or two days, it will deteriorate. Which devil is not a hero.

"Zhichun's sword body was destroyed, we saw it with our own eyes! Even if someone could steal him, they would not be able to make a 'big living man' with a full beard and tail! 'When the blade body is damaged, the sword spirit will dissipate', brother I checked all the information I could, and found this sentence! Captain Yan, after all these years, do you think that you are the only one who is thinking about repairing Zhichun? It’s inconvenient for you to come back secretly to see him, the administrator charges me three packs of cigarettes every month!”

A few aftermath officers on the speedboat: "..."

Well, the "accomplice" who caused the theft of Zhichun surrendered himself.

"What are you looking at?" Xuan Ji glanced away from the corners of his eyes at a few of his boys, "I didn't hear anything!"

Luo Cuicui followed the good example and returned to the deck in a "dizzy" state. Yang Chao cried loudly, and Ping Qianru lowered her head and picked her fingers, pretending to be autistic for many years.

Sheng Lingyuan smiled and said: "That's right, I...the world is full of wonders, and I'm also curious about how Broken Knife was 'resurrected'."

Xuan Ji's hand holding the scimitar tightened, he landed on the stern of the speedboat, and finally glanced in Sheng Lingyuan's direction.

The man was only half a speedboat away from him, wearing nondescript sportswear, with a half-smile, like a dream that didn't know if it was real or not.

I saw Sheng Lingyuan beckoning towards the water, and a piece of ice floe flew into the air, with a sword frozen in the middle - it turned out that there were a few corpses of children who rushed too fast just now, and they were "swallowed" whole by Xuanji's fire. Out of King Weiyu's control, it became an ordinary sword, and one of the swords was falling to the side of the boat.Immediately, several rows of furtive and gloomy offerings crawled out of the water, trying to climb up the blade again.

Just halfway through the climb, Sheng Lingyuan, who was watching coldly, froze.

"I've been thinking just now that King Weiyu died without a complete body, so after being summoned by the Yin Yin Festival, he can only rely on other things to move around, but...why are these children who were made into swords in Weiyun's tomb? What about the corpse?" Sheng Lingyuan stroked the sword through the ice floe, "Interesting, the sword spirit inside is not awake at all."

Xuan Ji felt unwell for some reason, hooked the scimitar, and snatched the frozen sword away from his hand.

Sheng Lingyuan only thought that he wanted to see it, but didn't care, and continued: "Forging swords with living people is a profound knowledge. The people who are cast into swords should not die too early or too late. Not good, you can’t make a complete sword spirit, otherwise spirit weapons wouldn’t be so valuable. These children were killed by King Weiyu. Having experienced great sorrow and anger, even if it is 'Tian Er', I don't think he may be able to refine more than 100 sword spirits at one time."

"Wait, I'm a little confused," Gu Yuexi asked softly, "But these little corpses can freely switch between human body and sword. Doesn't this mean that they have been refined?"

"It's been refined, but I'm afraid it's not one hundred and eight sword spirits." Xuan Ji looked at the frozen sword, and then at Zhichun not far away, "he refined more than 100 children at that time, I got more than 100 swords, but I only got one 'spirit', right? Zhichun, is that you?"

Sheng Lingyuan smiled: "Yeah, no wonder the sword is broken and the spirit is immortal."

After all, Weiyun refused to trust him, and didn't give him the real knife before he died.

Yan Qiushan's arm that supported him softened, but Gu Yuexi didn't grab it. He slammed heavily on the deck, and he squeezed out a few words from his scarred lungs: "Why...why..."

Why don't you come to me?

Why have you refused to give me even a dream for so many years?

"The sea poison of Mirage eroded my blade, and the blade was broken again. I... have nowhere to go, but I have been following you." Zhichun said softly, "But you can't see me, and I don't know who I am... ...can't remember anything, just a hazy awareness."

After hearing a "plop", Xuan Ji missed the sword and dropped the frozen ice lump sword into the sea.

"Until recently, less than a month... I slowly became sober and felt a little bit."

"Less than a month," Xuan Ji interrupted him, "What day is it?"

Zhichun shook his head: "I don't know, my life is very confused, I just remember that I couldn't see the moon that day."

There was no moon in sight—either cloudy or new.

"Isn't that just the day when Bi Chunsheng mourned?" Ping Qianru whispered, "Director, it was your first day at work that day, and it's been less than a month now, and your first month's salary hasn't been paid yet! "

Xuan Ji: "...Thank you."

Wang Ze anxiously asked with a pale face, "What do you feel?"

"My blade." Zhichun said, "is far away, sometimes and sometimes... I have been chasing that feeling, and I have chased it here. But I can't get in, those swords are sealed in the wall by a strong spell .”

Sheng Lingyuan, who sealed the tomb, gave a dry cough and stroked the half-broken bamboo flute.

"I don't have any other thoughts in my mind, my memory is messy, I just vaguely feel that someone is looking for me, I want to go back to him... I bumped back and forth among the tomb passages, shouting at them... But no one could hear, those people The cold tomb passage also refused to give way, and those sacrificial rites suddenly appeared in my heart..." Zhichun closed her eyes gently, "I..."