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Xuan Ji waved at Wang Ze, and called him to the front: "You have the concept of 'mutual generation and mutual restraint', right? The most basic thing is that water puts out fire, and fire conquers gold—but we also know that talking about curative effect regardless of dosage is a hooligan. For example, if it’s a forest fire, if you carry a faucet over it, it won’t be extinguished.”

"Yes, besides the dose, there are also properties. The fire you set when you beat the corpse of a child can burn in the sea, because it contains special energy, and the sea water can't be extinguished. Director Xuan, can we not start with basic physical chemistry? "Wang Ze interrupted him, scratching his head anxiously, "What does this have to do with Zhichun? Hey, man, I used to think you were a happy person."

"Just as I was about to talk about it," Xuan Ji pinched open the can, "from a micro perspective, it is a matter of energy, but the ancients did not have these concepts, so they observed and summarized the macro laws, thinking that all the rules in the world are hierarchical Yes. Things of the same level will generate and restrain each other, but this rule does not apply between high-level and low-level things—high-level things can unconditionally suppress low-level things and break all the rules in low-level.”

Wang Ze understood something: "You mean..."

"The ancients had many sorting methods, and the opinions of different sects and eras were not unified, but there were some basic rules that everyone agreed on. For example, the highest rule was 'birth, aging, sickness and death, natural laws', which belonged to the category of ghosts and gods. , Manpower can't match. The second-class ones are called "similar to life and death"--living creatures falling into demons, and alpine people refining weapons, all belong to this category."

When Wang Ze heard the word "refinement", he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by 'similar life and death'?"

"It's absolutely irreversible," Xuan Ji said, "Just like the living can die but the dead can't be resurrected, humans and demons no longer have the qualifications to be humans, and it is impossible for weapon spirits to return to life. Let me tell you the reason why the Sword Spirit cannot be regenerated. Because the level of the refining rules is too high, there are only a few of those various sacrifices... such as the Great Darkness Sacrifice, which can get this level, but only at the same level. , still can’t break the rules.”

Wang Ze almost didn't come up in one breath, and held his lower back--his back was blue at sea the night before--he asked bitterly: "Director Xuan, are you quoting scriptures, are you telling me 'don't dream'?"

"I'm full?" Xuan Ji said, "Didn't you hear me just now, high-level can suppress all the rules of low-level, so there is a situation that after the body of the weapon is damaged, the spirit of the weapon will not dissipate. It means that the spirit itself is bound by higher-level rules."

Wang Ze said with a mournful face, "But you said just now that refining artifacts belongs to the second class, and the first class belongs to the category of ghosts and gods... Doesn't that mean the category of feudal superstition? So what should we do, find some temples to visit?"

"Zhichun's sword body has been destroyed once, but he can still exist as a sword spirit, don't you think it's strange? Except for him, I have never seen a precedent where a weapon spirit can control multiple bodies, just like He seems to be able to override the knife itself, so I suspect he has something very special." Xuan Ji paused, actually the first time he saw Zhichun in the sea, he felt that he was too unlike a knife, even if Even fruit knives have blades, and he really lacked a bit of sharpness, "I told you everything, it's just a preliminary guess, I have to go and find out Zhichun's origin carefully—that's why I asked you not to tell others."

"Then why did you tell me? Just because I look strong?" Wang Ze said sadly, "To tell you the truth, Director Xuan, even if I look like a tough guy, who is not a treasure in my heart? No, I can't bear so much by myself, I have to make my little brothers suffer together, why should I bear it silently, they can enjoy the surprise with peace of mind."

Xuan Ji felt that the energy drink was a bit dull, and he felt nauseated after drinking it: "Brother Wang, you are really a hardcore baby."

Just as Wang Ze raised his legs to leave, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said, "Director Xuan, I think you... have been different in the past two days."

"Maybe I am handsome by accident?" Xuan Ji smiled at him calmly, and then explained perfunctorily, "I went back to my hometown a while ago to retrieve some family inheritance, and made up some lessons. From amateur to professional, do you want to improve your business level?"

Wang Ze opened his mouth - he wasn't referring to the mysterious shark language or all kinds of strange knowledge.

Aftermath Ke Xuanji, was originally a legend in the Alien Control Bureau, with hidden secrets and unknown origins. In the past, he was a non-staff member who was sometimes powerful and sometimes troublesome. If not, we can only "recruit security".No matter what secret technique he knows, Wang Ze takes it for granted.

He just felt that Xuan Ji in the past was kind of erratic and cunning, like a monster drilled out of a deep mountain and old forest. People think that he will leave as soon as he enjoys himself, come and go, and no one knows his ins and outs.

But in the past few days, he suddenly "sinked" down.

Originally, Wang Ze felt that his feet were stepping on the wind, but now his feet were not only on the ground, but also made deep pits step by step, adding a sense of heavy fatigue for no reason.

But as if he had taken root on the ground, he was very tired and full of vitality.

Xuan Ji raised a glass to him, turned around and went back to the ward.

The night before at sea, Xuan Ji's hands were stained with Sheng Lingyuan's blood. Fortunately, one of them was in a coma and had no consciousness.Xuan Ji could only share some vague feelings with him - when pulling the quilt for him, Xuan Ji felt that he was a little cold.

Just now I said a few words to Wang Ze at the door. Although the voice was very low, Sheng Lingyuan seemed to be alarmed. Xuan Ji heard a few thoughts like "who is making noise" in his mind, and quickly covered it up carefully. At the door of the ward, he dipped his hand in a terrible drink and drew an ancient spell on the door.

There was an extra layer of noise reduction net around the ward, and it became quiet with the audible drop of a needle.

After all, Xuan Ji is not the Heavenly Demon Sword. With her own independent body, she can establish a short-term connection with Sheng Lingyuan only when she touches blood. The duration is only a few hours. The surrounding energy field is too strong, and the time will be shortened.

It was already dawn, and Xuan Ji felt that the connection between the two of them had begun to fade.This made him reluctant to let go, but also vaguely relieved.

Yan Qiushan and Zhichun haven't seen each other for three years, and they still look at each other. I don't know where to start, not to mention that there has been an interval of 3000 years between him and Sheng Lingyuan.

In the 3000 years, the world has risen and fallen, the world has changed, and each of them has swum in the river of life and death time after time, and everything has changed.

Empathy is too close for their current situation.

What's more, at sea, Xuan Ji exposed too many flaws, and he himself still has many things that he can't think of or understand clearly.Even Dui Wang sensed something was wrong with him. With Sheng Lingyuan's perceptiveness of Ye Zhiqiu, would he not be aware of it?

Xuan Ji didn't know if he was pretending or if there was something wrong, the way Sheng Lingyuan bumped into the ice startled him a bit.

He sat softly on the chair in front of the hospital bed, put his elbows on his knees, rested his forehead with his hands, closed his eyes, and curled himself into the consciousness of that person wholeheartedly.

The first memories of the two of them were connected by nightmares, but Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​consciousness was empty at this time, only darkness.

Of course, sleep is cyclical, and no one dreams for a whole night.But what made Xuan Ji very disturbed was that after one night, there was only empty darkness in Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

He really wasn't dreaming.

"Special energy" dreams sometimes have special meanings, but that refers to dreams that have a complete plot and can be remembered in detail after waking up.Usually, like ordinary people, they will also have ordinary dreams during the "rapid eye movement period" (Note), which are all normal physiological phenomena, and the dreams are also meaningless fragments, and there is nothing wrong with them when they wake up. will remember.

Why did Sheng Lingyuan feel as if he was dead after falling asleep, except for his weak reaction to changes in the surrounding environment?

He used to... obviously not like this.

Xuan Ji tried to sink into his consciousness and concentrate, intending to fabricate a dream for him before the sympathetic connection was broken.

Nothing else, just want him to sleep better.

Xuan Ji first fabricated a spring garden according to the movie scenes he had seen before, but before he could set up the rose trellis, when he turned his head, he found that the rockery and pond that had just been placed were gone, and the dewy hands were all gone. Before the flowers had time to bloom, they were impatiently swallowed by the darkness in Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​knowledge.

"Well, don't you like it?"

It may be too westernized for the ancients to accept.

Xuan Ji tried hard to recall the appearance of Duling Palace—an ancient site like Duling Palace had been wiped out in the change of feudal dynasties long ago, and it was only built after the Heavenly Demon Sword was broken. Part of the time was still insane, so it is difficult to recall the details.

When he thought of Duling Palace, the snow under the lanterns of the Lonely Palace on that New Year's Eve appeared in his mind.

"Okay," he thought, "it's also quite beautiful. His majesty's aesthetics were not as deviant when he was young."

However, this time, the dream was devoured even faster, the scene of Duling Palace was just a flash, and it was immediately annihilated, as if the person didn't want to take a second look.

Xuan Ji frowned, and finally pinched Dongchuan—the ancient one—he had never seen the former site of the Wuren tribe in Dongchuan with his own eyes. In the back, the sword cannot be pulled out until the demon reaches adulthood.Therefore, Dong Chuan in Xuan Ji's impression was all seen with Sheng Lingyuan's eyes.

It may not be true, because Sheng Lingyuan has many layers of filters in his eyes.

Those lovely woods and wooden houses gradually appeared, and the Dongchuan under the filter took shape. This time, the swamp-like darkness in the sea of ​​Sheng Ling Yuan stopped for a moment.

He is still nostalgic for Dongchuan...

Xuan Ji sighed secretly, but just as the thought flashed across his mind, this exquisite pastoral landscape picture suddenly collapsed, like broken glass. After going out, the sympathetic connection between the two was broken.

Sheng Lingyuan's hand hanging on one side twitched, and then he turned over suddenly from the hospital bed. Xuan Ji held down his hand with the needle inserted.

Sheng Lingyuan's pupils dilated slightly, and his headache was a bit nauseating. It felt like Xuan Ji had pulled something from the back of his hand, as if he had been bitten by a bug: "What?"

"Glucose sodium chloride." Xuan Ji paused, "Oh, it's just sugar and salt."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Is there something wrong with these juniors?

"You messed around in the sea, you bled a lot, you still have symptoms of dehydration, and your blood pressure is very low, so you used this." Xuan Ji hesitated, pretending to ask unintentionally, "Why did you hit the ice at that time?"

"Headache, it's an old problem, it's not a problem." Sheng Lingyuan touched the broken forehead. This kind of pure trauma is usually not serious. It healed quickly on his body. After one night, there was no trace at all. He remembered What, he laughed again, "Is there blood on you? It's better to knock you unconscious, so as not to be embarrassing."

Xuan Ji tentatively asked: "Your Majesty, don't you find it strange that there is such a strange connection when you encounter blood?"

Sheng Lingyuan was taken aback by his question, and at the same time, his temples began to tingle again, which disturbed him, so he naturally avoided the question, and blurted out: "Because your ancestors were rebellious, they picked up my bones to make swords. "

Xuan Ji took another step forward: "Will it be empathetic? There are so many sword spirits in the world, it seems that I have never heard of such a precedent."

Sheng Lingyuan had a headache and could barely hear the second half of his words. He grabbed his forehead and "shh" Xuan Ji.I don't know why, but when this little demon opens his mouth, he is prone to headaches.

Because it's so noisy?

However, in Yu Yangcheng's small shop, the children who came to eat were more yelling than each other, and he was not particularly unbearable.

After thinking about it, Sheng Lingyuan felt that Xuan Ji might still be against him.

"Don't make noise," Sheng Lingyuan said in a low voice, somewhat vaguely, "tell me to calm down for a while."

Xuan Ji shut his mouth, his heart sank, he realized that Sheng Lingyuan's headache might not have happened for no reason.

Why did the two feel in common, why did Xuanji suddenly speak Yayin so fluently, and blurted out the nickname of His Majesty the Emperor a few times at sea... According to Sheng Lingyuan's habit, he would not ignore these details, if He pretended not to notice, he must have dug a hole for someone earlier to prove his hypothesis.

But no, Xuan Ji found that not only did he not pursue it, but he also found a reason to explain these things in a simple and rude manner.

It's not that Sheng Lingyuan doesn't remember the Heavenly Demon Sword. When he choked with King Weiyu, there was a reason for it. He couldn't tell that his memory was broken, but... it seemed that the existence of the Heavenly Demon Sword 3000 years ago was in the depths of his consciousness. An isolated island, he simply remembered such a thing, but refused to connect anything with it.

"Excuse me, do you have a change of clothes?" Sheng Lingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, sat up on the side of the bed, "I've been bothering you for a long time..."

Xuan Ji came back to her senses and forcibly suppressed all the thoughts in her heart: "Oh, I was going to tell you about this."

Sheng Lingyuan turned his head and met the little demon's gaze. The gaze Xuan Ji looked at him reminded him of Chiyuan for a moment. It was bottomless, and there was magma rolling inside, suppressing many things that had not been announced.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at? Is there something wrong with me?"

"Look at a pot." Xuan Ji replied calmly, "Sit down, Your Majesty, and don't worry about moving away—the little girl in our department told you about the 'full liability agreement', right?"

An absurd thought arose in Sheng Lingyuan's mind, and the two spoke out almost at the same time——

"Did someone put a curse on you?"

"Hey, I just signed it."

The author has something to say: Note: Dreaming is much more frequent during the rapid eye movement (REM) sleep cycle than at other times