Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Bi Fang's old patriarch was so heartbroken that he cried until he forgot his words, and it wasn't just pretending.

The melee has been fought for more than 20 years, whether it is a human or a demon, except for a few people who can stand at the pinnacle of power, anyone who is still panting will have a miserable life.

Needless to say, the human race, after the war, the population was directly reduced to a quarter of that before the war.

The monster race may not be more comfortable than anyone else. Although they have borrowed the east wind of Chiyuanhuo and become stronger, the ordinary little monsters are just there. Even if they can be twice as strong as before, they can be as strong as Where are you going?After all, the big monsters who call the wind and call the rain are a minority.And once the lone monsters are captured by human monks, no matter they are innocent or not, they had better commit suicide immediately, otherwise they will have to bear the wrath of the people for decades. Humans have always had amazing imaginations in terms of torture.

In fact, these little demons who can be easily caught are not very capable. Even if they have done evil, what evil can they do?However, anger is like a flood, and it always needs to be vented.

Mixed blood, not to mention, called hybrids in ancient times, there is no place for them in Liuhe.

The Youyi clan was persecuted by the demon king, and they lost their lives for decades. They finally killed the demon king, and the human race ruled the world.

But before seeing the dawn, a darker era for them ushered in.

People are born weak and weak, with no psychic senses, and rely on struggle to achieve unity.

Therefore, the age of humans will definitely be more civilized, and it will also be more cruel to foreigners.

Everything is born, but there is no way to survive, looking around in a daze, there is nowhere around.

It is indeed worth crying... But what does this have to do with Lingyuan?

If Sheng Lingyuan is a cowardly person, he should go with the tide, conform to the "tide of the times", hold up the banner of "God's will" and "righteousness", chase after the human race to boil against Yingtian's anger, and kill all people who are not of our race If he is clean, he will be sealed in Chiyuan, and the fire in Chiyuan will be extinguished. From then on, the world will be peaceful, and he will be able to be famous for generations, and he might be the same emperor through the ages.

But for the rest of his life, he will keep the secret of his origin alone. He is a half-demon, half-human demon body. Even if he can kill everyone who knows, this fact will always be with him. Corroding him every moment until he was a curled up mouse.

But if Sheng Lingyuan dared to betray the human race as the Emperor, and insisted on supporting the survival of those alien races, who would put out the flames of Chiyuan?

How long can he last?

At this time, the human world is like a handful of dry firewood, a few sparks can be burned into coke, the fire in Chiyuan will not be extinguished, and the demonic energy will not disappear, and chaos will inevitably regenerate within decades.Where did he put thousands of people, where did he put half his life's hard work...and those brothers who died for peace?

Advance and retreat are desperate, so how can there be only the crying old Bi Fang.

"Lingyuan, you come with me!" Xuan Ji couldn't bear it anymore and jumped onto Ren Huang's desk, leaning over to pull him, "Let's go, go to the deep mountains and old forests, or go overseas, I'm not afraid of water! We will never come back again ..."

His fingers crossed Sheng Lingyuan's hand.

But Sheng Lingyuan just clenched his fists at this moment, and that weak movement gave Xuan Ji the illusion of being responded to, so he was like a monkey fishing for moons in the water, grabbing empty hands one by one, and again and again. Ken give up.

"Just dig a hole, let's bury ourselves in the ground, and eat dirt in the grave for the rest of our lives, it's better than being a dog emperor... Let's go!"

"Look at me!"

"Please, take a look at me, Lingyuan, Lingyuan..."

At this time, Weiyun said softly: "Your Majesty, your heart belongs to fire. Forgive me for your boldness. To restore the Heavenly Demon Sword, I need to borrow a bunch of blood from your heart. As for the Zhuque bone—the Zhuque's tomb is in Chiyuan, and idlers should not come near it." , but Bi Fang is originally a genus of the divine bird Suzaku, and it is also a fire bird. There is a special method in the clan, which can penetrate into it and find the bones of the Suzaku for you... If it is possible, it is best to be the bones of the biological parents of the sword spirit. Suzaku It is not difficult to find out that the family has only had one child in a hundred years."

After hearing this, Sheng Lingyuan was silent for a while, then let go of his clenched fingers, put on his calm mask again, looked down at patriarch Bi Fang, and asked, "What do you want?"

Patriarch Bi Fang grabbed the ground heavily with his head, choked up and said, "I just ask Your Majesty to let our clan survive."

The corner of Sheng Lingyuan's eyes twitched, and the scar became more and more obvious.

Wei Yun knelt down next to old Bi Fang, "Please Your Majesty... let my family live as well."

Xuan Ji felt an unknown fire in his heart, wishing he could spit it out and stir the two together: "You dare! You..."

At this moment, Sheng Lingyuan, who was half sitting in the shadow, sneered.

Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, and before he could recover, a black mist suddenly rose up centered on Sheng Lingyuan, rolling into an overwhelming net, engulfing Wei Yun and Patriarch Bi Fang together, and tied up the two five-flowered men , and sealed his tongue.

Sheng Lingyuan was playing with a piece of broken iron in his hand. On the iron piece, the word "Tong" in the sword inscription was faintly visible, and a blade was hung on one corner. The hair-blown and broken blade scraped back and forth between his dexterous fingers, without leaving even a white mark. He said in an almost gentle voice: "Ah Yun, you are 'Tian Er', amazing, but you are not the only master craftsman in the world, who told you that you can use this to blackmail me?"

Xuan Ji stared at him blankly, only a year or two ago, compared with the young emperor who was forced to be helpless by all the officials in the court, he seemed to have been completely reborn, and there was a moody coldness in his brows, which made people daunting .

"As for Chi Yuan, if a mere fire bird can go, why can't I go? Suzaku is your divine bird, not mine. Even if the so-called divine bird's ancestral grave is uncovered in the future, I think they will not come alive and peck me twice. Isn't it?" Sheng Lingyuan flicked his fingers, forcing old Bi Fang to raise his head, "Dare to negotiate terms with me...you have great courage—come!"

The guards waiting outside the hall rushed in.

"The prince of the mountain is guilty," Sheng Lingyuan lazily leaned back in his chair and waved his hand, "Go, invite these two to visit the prison and wake up for a nap."

The guards dragged him down swiftly.

Xuan Ji landed on the ground, eyes 3000 years later overlapped with eyes 3000 years ago, looking at Sheng Lingyuan blankly.Without empathy, he suddenly didn't know what Sheng Lingyuan was thinking.

Sheng Lingyuan stood up, but he was dressed in a gorgeous dress, which was as cold as water.

His eyes penetrated Xuan Ji, glanced at the sun outside the window, and said to the servant next to him: "King Xuan Ning."

The servant hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, King Ning is sick today..."

Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyelids: "Oh, did he die?"

The servant bowed his waist to the extreme, dared not make any more noise, folded back in half, and ran away in a hurry.

Xuan Ji's fingers moved at a loss, and finally hung down lonely.

He has stood in front of that person countless times, but now he can no longer reach a corner of that person.

He can't protect his Majesty anymore.

His Majesty rules the world... It seems that he no longer needs his protection.

King Ning is Sheng Wei, the eldest son of Empress Dowager Chen. In the eyes of outsiders who don't know the inside story, he is the only biological brother of Emperor Wu Sheng Xiao who has the same father and mother.

Besides Sheng Xiao, Emperor Ping had six sons, except for Sheng Wei who was too young during the first battle of Chiyuan, all of them had died under the iron heel of the Yaozu.Therefore, Ning Wang Shengwei is still his only living brother.

Ning Wang is gentle and gentle, with a sparse nature, doesn't love many people, and doesn't like to worry about it. He is a senior sick seedling.The sick young man looks like he is going to die every year, and he has been earning money until he is about to reach his thirties, but he is still dawdling in the world and refuses to go on the road.

Usually there is no sense of existence, one more than him is not much, and one less than him is not much, except that a few days ago, he suddenly did a ridiculous thing-adopted a woman of unknown origin.

It's not a big deal, the most he can let others laugh at him is that he's sick and lecherous.It's just that he turned his head and played the emperor on his own initiative, wanting to confer the title of wife to this village girl who doesn't know where she came from.Anyway, Sheng Xiao didn't think his brother was absurd, so he agreed without hesitation. When the queen mother learned about it afterwards, she was so angry that she almost vomited, and the princess shed tears every day at home.

King Ning had a face ready to go to the ground, and he came sick. He first performed a red tape at the door, and before the performance was over, he coughed a broken heart, as if he was about to set off to see the late emperor after greeting: "Your Majesty... cough cough cough... minister..."

Sheng Lingyuan didn't cry out, and interrupted him expressionlessly: "Weiyun brought Patriarch Bi Fang back."

King Ning coughed halfway through his "long cough" and choked.

Sheng Lingyuan: "You ordered it."

This is not a question, King Ning was sweating on his forehead, knelt on the ground and dared not get up: "I don't..."

"I'm too lazy to argue with you," Sheng Lingyuan interrupted him again, "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly, don't beat around the bush like this next time, don't you know that Weiyun is a blacksmith who doesn't turn his head? Patriarch Fang's two trash, one said to go to Chiyuan to get me the Suzaku bone, and the other said to repair the broken sword for me, just kneeling where you are kneeling now, threatening me with snot and tears to let them live , King Ning, tell me, what should I answer?"

King Ning's expression changed, and he blurted out, "This idiot..."

Sheng Lingyuan sneered.

King Ning didn't dare to cough anymore, and said righteously: "Prince Gaoshan is arrogant and arrogant. He dared to challenge Tianwei. What a stupid thing to say! I will teach him for your majesty." .”

Sheng Lingyuan flicked his fingers at him, signaling him to get out, King Ning heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly got up and rolled out.

Just as he was about to walk out of the study, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly softened his tone and asked kindly: "By the way, brother, how is the newly married sister-in-law?"

King Ning sighed: "She...she is pregnant, and there are so many people in the family, I arranged her in another hospital."

Sheng Lingyuan let out an "ah" and said with a smile, "Congratulations, congratulations."

King Ning raised his head, and the two brothers who had a strange relationship looked at each other across most of the study room. They didn't look much alike from the front, but the outlines of their profiles seemed to be exactly the same, indicating that they were closely related by blood.

Sheng Lingyuan picked up the tea bowl: "No wonder..."

No wonder you dragged your sick body around, because you wanted to save your wife and unborn child.

"Brother is painstaking and affectionate."

King Ning replied calmly: "Idle people's children's affair, laughing at it, is not as good as your majesty."

Holding the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Sword in your hand, you wished you could cut your heart out immediately, drain your blood, and endure the torment, pretending not to care, because public and private must never be confused, even though you have never punished all ethnic groups, In the meaning of implicating the innocent, at this time, you can't just push the boat for the sake of the Suzaku bone and the demon sword.Otherwise, if life changes in the future, no one will say that this is the emperor's original intention, and the Heavenly Demon Sword will be infamous through the ages. How will the sword spirit who only knows how to eat and play deal with it?

King Ning took a deep look at him, thinking: It's really a lonely road.

Then bowed his waist and stepped back to leave.

The two of them chatted like a computer, the sword spirit who was dazed 3000 years ago could not understand it, but Xuan Ji 3000 years later could understand it, he stood there for a long time in the interlacing of memory and reality, his heart was like a tide rising and falling.He wanted to slap himself and ask himself what kind of brain damage he had, but he actually felt that Lingyuan didn't care.

The golden wuxi was hanging down, and the light of the setting sun swept into the south study room. Sheng Lingyuan had already ordered his servants to move to various places to perform daily work as if nothing had happened...just accidentally, he was cut by a broken sword in his hand.

After a bead of blood condensed from the wound and healed quickly, Xuan Ji suddenly felt an urge to kiss that finger.

I don’t know how King Ning did it, but three days later, Weiyun confessed his mistakes in the prison and pleaded guilty to the Human Emperor. Bi Fang also proposed that the Winged Clan will always submit to the Human Clan, and never dared to mention the Heavenly Demon Sword again.

The emperor ignored them and exposed them several times, so Weiyun used the secret method of the Gaoshan people, and together with the chief Bifang, made a blood oath of "never betrayal"-the Gaoshan people have a bad habit of keeping slaves, in order to control slaves , especially the slaves of foreign races, they invented a "blood oath", which is a unilateral constraint on the slaves, even if the creature becomes a tool spirit, as long as the master does not lift the blood oath, it will still take effect, once violated, it will be punished immediately To ten times the backlash, even the idea of ​​betrayal is not enough.

At this point, Sheng Lingyuan spared them and handed over the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Sword to Weiyun.

Intellectually, Xuan Ji knew that this was just history and memory, and that his attempt to restore the Heavenly Demon Sword had failed this time, but when he saw Wei Yun announcing the completion of the sword, his heart still hung high, 81 days, waiting Sheng Lingyuan outside the sword, and the wandering sword spirit were all too tormented.

Sheng Lingyuan got up immediately, and Xuan Ji stopped him: "Don't go over, don't...don't look."

But Sheng Lingyuan passed through him unconsciously.

then……

Xuan Ji tried in vain to cover his eyes, but couldn't, and wanted to hold his hand, but couldn't.

He had no choice but to go through time and hug Sheng Lingyuan with all his strength.

"...Is it okay to stop here? Are you paying by cash or by mobile phone?" The taxi driver called him back to the present world, "Hey, what's wrong with your eyes, is the northwest wind blinding your eyes?"

Sheng Lingyuan in the back seat looked at him inexplicably, and swept his hand over the door. The "mechanical spring" inside was too complicated to understand for a while, but he managed to find the way to open the door.His Majesty showed no signs of timidity, opened the car door by himself like a native modern man, and nodded to the driver.

Xuan Ji almost grabbed him and told everything.

The hand has already been stretched out, and the reason is forced back into the cage - not yet.

Xuan Ji thought at first that the failure of repairing the Heavenly Demon Sword was due to Wei Yun's tricks, and that as long as he found the key, Zhichun could be repaired.

But there is a loophole in this idea - as suspicious as Sheng Lingyuan, if Weiyun has a problem, he won't be able to see it?

Now Xuan Ji finally remembered, because of the blood oath, Wei Yun couldn't do anything.

All the masters born in Gaoshan failed, which once again proved the truth that the sword spirit is irreparable.

It is impossible for Lingyuan to believe him.

And... He intuitively felt that there was something wrong with Sheng Lingyuan's headache.

Xuan Ji was in a state of confusion all the way, and hardly knew how she got to the forest at the entrance of the Alien Control Bureau. The mist in the forest to verify her identity rose, and the stone bricks under her feet moved. Xuan Ji finally couldn't help but grabbed Sheng Lingyuan's hand. hand.

3000 years.

He greedily asked for a little bit of warmth from the palm of his hand, and sighed almost groaning in his heart.

Xuan Ji didn't dare to turn her head back, lest she would reveal her flaws, she only heard herself say in a toneless tone: "There is a maze in the woods, Your Majesty, follow me closely."