Lie Huo Jiao Chou

It was a boy, about two feet long, parted, wearing a white suit, like a village cadre attending a wedding, the kind who would close his eyes when he was flat.There was a time when it was inexplicably popular a long time ago.Newlyweds, those with children at home, and relatives and friends who don’t know what to give when they come, all bring such a person as a gift.

It looks very vicissitudes, and it should be a "middle-aged" baby in terms of age.

The boy's plastic eyes rolled with its movements, and there seemed to be light inside. He wanted to run, but Yan Qiushan firmly held him.The doll then twitched its limbs and suddenly became motionless, as if something controlling it had escaped.

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes fell on the doll condescendingly, thinking: "Huh? A macaroni?"

He didn't know who Yan Qiushan had been fooled by. Even if Dao Ling Zhichun had suffered lightning punishment in front of him, and [-] swords were completely damaged, he still stubbornly believed that Dao Ling was still wandering in the world, but For some reason, I refused to show up to meet each other.That's why he deliberately leaked his whereabouts on the way back, deliberately put himself in danger, and wanted to "force" Zhichun Daoling out.

"Nonsense." His Majesty sighed inwardly.

Someone disturbed the situation, the big snake on the ground spewed out a thick mist for cover, and the two puppets respectively burrowed into the surrounding bushes, using the canopy as a shield to avoid the attack from the sky, and Hua Lengzi shot at Xuan with a blasting bullet. Ji.

The blasting bomb was aimed at his head, Xuan Ji turned sideways, and miraculously kept the level of Sheng Lingyuan's wings, which was extremely stable, so that His Majesty could drink tea on his wings.

Dodging one explosive bomb, he raised his hand to pinch another.The explosive bomb encountered resistance and was about to explode immediately. Just as a small spark was released, it was swallowed by a fireball in his hand. It exploded in the fireball, changing the size of the fireball from a shot put to a basketball, and was swallowed by Xuan Ji. He pushed back and pushed it down: "Give it back to you!"

With a "boom", the fireball hit the big snake's head, burning from the beginning to the end, and the sparks danced on the skeleton, which was quite beautiful.

Wang Ze caught the rhythm this time. He had two buckets hanging from the tail of his locomotive. He pumped the clear water into the air and artificially turned it into mist. He was like a high-power humidifier, and the small water droplets rolled around him. After going out, it was covered with the smoky snake mist, and it rained mud spots in a local area.

Xuanji said "Axi", and flew up a little bit in disgust, feeling that these river delicacies are really not particular.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't bother to intervene, and let the two people who were incompatible with each other keep busy.

He looked at Yan Qiushan, feeling pitiful, but also a little annoyed.Sheng Lingyuan has seen too many people, too many human natures, ordinary good and ordinary evil in his life. He sees them in his eyes, and he doesn't know how to make waves in his heart. It's rare to get bored with anything.

Sheng Lingyuan understood that he was annoyed by Yan Qiushan for no other reason, but because this person's pitiful and unrelenting behavior reminded him of things he didn't want to recall.

He had heard of some people with severed arms and legs, some parts of the body were obviously gone, and after many years, they would often throb and hurt, as if the severed limbs were still there.Maybe the sword spirit and the sword-bearer are intimate to a certain extent, so it will be like this. Even if the sword itself is gone, people will always have an illusion, as if the spirit is still around, but they can't see it.

Yan Qiushan is like this.

So did he.

After the Tianmo sword failed to be repaired, he kept Weiyun in the Duling Palace for a while, and gave him blood from his chest every month, forcing Weiyun to try again and again, and to practice again and again.

The Heavenly Demon Sword that was forcibly extended still feels the same with him, but there is no stupid little sword spirit in it anymore, which is presumptuously blocking his pain.Every time the iron sword is thrown into the sword furnace, he can really know what it is like to be "tempered". He is looking forward to capturing a trace of familiar breath, sometimes it is just empty torture, and sometimes hallucinations will appear, as if someone is tightly Holding him tightly, hands like cast iron...

Of course, this is all a trance caused by pain.If his good-for-nothing sword spirit was still there, he would have cried like a bear, and he would definitely not be silent like this.

And this illusion is like a little sweetness, constantly tempting him—one more time...what if?

They turned him into a miserable gambler, blindly hoping for better luck next time.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand to pinch a feather floating down from Xuan Ji's body, flipped his wrist, and the feather swooped down like an arrow, just nailing a puppet approaching Yanqiu Mountain from behind, nailing it in through its sky cap, and piercing it out from his forehead .

When the feather meets the wood, it catches fire immediately like dry wood meeting a raging fire, and the puppet screams and jumps wildly in the flames.

"Hey, thank you, Your Majesty..."

"It's absurd for a person to fall in love with a knife." Sheng Lingyuan folded his arms on his chest and said, "Are you going to let him hang around like this?"

Xuan Ji, who was flying quite steadily, trembled, and was almost hit by an explosive projectile.

Xuan Ji was silent for a while, her voice seemed to have been dried up: "Where is the absurdity?"

Sheng Lingyuan's tone was like a stubborn feudal cancer, he said, "Unethical."

Because they are not of my race.

People who are fascinated by people call it "passionate", and call this "not loving the country and loving the beautiful".Gave everything for a sword and people would just say he was crazy.

"Unrighteous."

Even if we can stay together for the rest of our lives, so what?

What should I do if those one-sided weapon spirits are serious?

The mortal body will eventually return to the loess, leaving only a sword, which will last forever.How can we grow old together if we can't grow old together?

"Uninterested."

Artifact spirits are forcibly imprisoned in utensils by external forces. People are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, and he would never have imagined the pain of "sword casting" if he didn't personally experience it. What.Sometimes he would dream that his sword spirit said coldly, "Let me go." When the dream came back, he would be very happy, because he could indulge his fantasy and imagine that his sword spirit was still alive.It's just out of the sword body, and I'm free from now on,

No wonder he refuses to come back and be bound.After thinking about it like this, it made sense that the heartless little sword spirit didn't come to see him.

He successfully deceived himself in this way, gained some comfort, and could sleep peacefully in the lingering fragrance of shock in the second half of the night.

If Zhichun Dao Ling is really alive... Sheng Lingyuan looked at Yan Qiushan who was lying on all fours in a state of embarrassment, and thought to himself, "I probably wouldn't be flattered to see this man insisting on putting himself back into the blade."

"It's too ugly..." Before Sheng Lingyuan could finish his last sentence, Xuan Ji finally seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and sank down suddenly, throwing him off his back.

Afterwards, Xuan Ji suddenly turned around in the air, caught Sheng Lingyuan who was in free fall, and fell from the sky with him in his arms. As soon as he landed, he coldly pushed the person in his arms out.

Kneeling down halfway, he stretched out his hand and pressed it to the ground.

A flame-shaped totem rose from between his eyebrows and under his feet, and rolled in all directions. Xuan Ji formed a mudra with one hand with his face sinking like water, and dazzling light jumped out from his fingertips.

Wang Ze next to him felt fear for a moment, and suddenly felt that the man in front of him was very strange, like a distant god or demon.

There was only a soft "crack", as if someone had struck a small match, and the terrifying temperature spread, passing over Wang Ze and Yan Qiushan, and burning out along the flame totem.

Several puppets hiding in Tibet jumped out of the bushes at the same time, turned into groups of fire figures, and turned into ashes in an instant.

There is not even a spark on the grass and trees around!

Wang Ze shivered... He remembered that last time in Dongchuan, Xuan Ji was chased by Aluojin because he didn't dare to set fire in the forest.

When did he gain skill points?

The severe temperature difference made the stagnant air flow, and the wind rolled up the smoke and dust. Wang Ze felt as if he saw a roll of white smoke entering Xuan Ji's temple.Wang Ze closed his eyes and shook his head, but there was nothing in front of him again.

The forest was as silent as death, only Yan Qiushan's panting like a blowing bellows could be heard, he was unconscious, still clutching the doll tightly in his hand, in the dust all over the place, the six eyes of the other three people were all focused on On that doll.

"Captain Yan said..." Wang Ze hesitated for a moment, and looked at Xuan Ji cautiously as if he wanted to check, "This will attract Zhichun and let me cooperate. I cooperated, but..."

"But he doesn't know which evildoer he has attracted?" Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand, and a black mist forced Yan Qiushan's hand away, and hung up the puppet doll.

Yan Qiushan's eyes became clear instantly, and he struggled to let out a whimper, but he still couldn't get up.

Sheng Lingyuan tied up the doll with black mist across the air, stretched out his hand to touch the doll's eyebrows, and the yellowed rubber skin cracked. Wang Ze was terrified when he saw it. Yan Qiushan didn't know where the strength came from, but he opened his eyes. Before it was in focus, it had already propped itself up and crawled towards the doll.

Wang Ze hurried over: "Captain Yan, don't move!"

"Take a rest." Sheng Lingyuan didn't look at him, and said coolly, "It's just a macaroni, the thing possessing it has already escaped."

He only heard a "click", and the baby's face was divided into two by him, and the skull was split open, and a small wooden sign was hung inside.Sheng Lingyuan beckoned, and the wooden sign fell into his palm. As expected, it was written with the incantation of macaroni. Sheng Lingyuan sneered, "Small..."

However, the next moment, he saw the wooden sign clearly, and his casual expression suddenly froze.

"Golden Crow Featherwood..."

Jinwuyumu is the earliest sacred tree that the alpine people paid tribute to. It is black all over and changes angles under the sun. There are pieces of fine gold threads on it, and the texture is like feathers, hence the name.This kind of wood is extremely hard, invulnerable to water and fire, can recognize the master, and can engrave some charms that ordinary wood and iron cannot bear.

According to legend, this kind of wood grows in the deep sea, and it takes thousands of years for the sharks to water it carefully with songs. After thousands of years, there will be no more golden black feather trees in the world. It was dedicated to the human race.

Sheng Lingyuan used a piece of the sword scabbard, which was later destroyed together with the sword body.Only a few leftovers were left, and it was made into a death token, with a very strong protective spell on it, which was carved by Sheng Lingyuan himself, and it could block his full blow when he was furious.He gave a total of two yuan, one to the crown prince... and the remaining one to Weiyun.

That wooden plaque has not rotted for thousands of years, with a line of childish macaroni incantations carved on one side, and on the other side is the "talisman for avoiding death" left by him, which is exactly the one he gave to Weiyun.

The original owner is dead, but the spell has not expired, and the sharp handwriting has not faded in the slightest.

Why is Weiyun's death-free card here?

The golden black feather wood recognizes its owner, and unless the original owner gives it to someone else, the wood would rather be destroyed than leave traces of others—that is to say, Weiyun gave the wooden plaque to the person who carved the heart before his death. A person who writes spells.

who is it?Is it the mysterious sword spirit he practiced in the end?

No... Zhichun is already dead, how could he still use macaroni to control dolls?

It is impossible for Dao Ling not to die like that. If it is possible, why can't Weiyun repair the Heavenly Demon Sword?

Wei Yun swore a blood oath, it is impossible to lie to him.

impossible……

There seemed to be a terrifying truth hidden in it. With Sheng Lingyuan's intelligence, he could vaguely guess what it was, but he didn't dare to touch it. The fear he hadn't experienced in more than 3000 years swept over in an instant, and he stared at it motionless. It was a wooden sign, and the face that was used to wearing a mask did not reveal a trace of expression, and it froze into a stone.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, he just looked down at a wooden sign in a daze.

"That..." Wang Ze asked Yan Qiushan to lean against a tree and stretched his neck, "What the hell is it, let's pass it on for a look?"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't say anything, and didn't object. Wang Ze grabbed the sling on the wooden sign, and boldly took the wooden sign away from him: "Oh, I failed the spell test, Director Xuan, what's the matter?" What is written on it... Hey, what's your situation, can't you take back your supernatural powers? It's scary."

The flame between Xuan Ji's brows was still there, and even the outer circle of the iris of the eyes seemed to be inlaid with a layer of flame color.

A mess of memories floated up in his mind inappropriately, and it was almost difficult to concentrate. For a moment, the evil spirit belonging to the Heavenly Demon Sword, which was born in blood in the melee in the past, leaked out.

The golden black feather wood, the piece that Master Weiyun hung on his waist, Xuan Ji remembered - he remembered this token, and as Weiyun grabbed the ground with his head one by one, the golden black feather wood hit the ground of Duling Palace On the slate, the clearness is like the singing of birds.

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent, you can take the head of this slave, you can't try again! You can't do this again!" Weiyun tremblingly untied the death token, holding it high above his head, "Heavenly Demon Sword Cultivator... ..."

"Get out." Sheng Lingyuan said in a hoarse voice between the bed tents in the bedroom.

"Your Majesty..." Before Weiyun could speak again, a bloody hand stretched out from the heavy bed curtain, and with a slight swing, Weiyun was immediately swept out of the palace lightly.

Xuan Ji saw bloody teeth marks on that hand, and the perfectly manicured nails on the five fingers were almost completely broken.

Shocking, Xuan Ji remembered that she surrounded the man, stopped him, begged him, got angry at him, and even yelled in his ear: "You want to lock me in the sword so much? Your Majesty the Emperor!" , please do me a favor, let me go!"

But no matter what, Lingyuan couldn't hear it.

He was exhausted, and in the end he could only hold tightly... tightly in his arms to someone he would never touch again.

Xuan Ji hardly dared to look back, pinching the center of his brows forcefully, he stretched out his hand to take it from Wang Ze's hand, stuffed it back into the doll's head, and said, "Come out."

The doll didn't move.

The invisible pressure unfolded from Xuan Ji's body. It was the sword energy that cut off the demon king's head. Even though it had been hidden in Chiyuan for 3000 years, it still made people shudder. Xuan Ji closed the crack on the baby's head expressionlessly: "Don't hide, Dao Ling, I can feel you."

After a while, the lifeless doll twitched, and the plastic eyes came back to life.

Wang Ze was stunned and shivered: "Dao... Dao Ling? You are really Zhichun... No, you are not a ghost in the dead silence... Yes, right? No, no, no... You don't have to look at me to smile, let's keep our faces blank. Just the expression."

"I've always wondered who was responsible for the theft of the Zhichun Knife," Xuan Ji said. "Could it be that the person who stole the knife also wanted to repair the broken knife? But according to my shallow common sense, at least all of the broken knives need to be repaired." Everyone knows that because when Old Xiao released the water, in addition to the [-]th floor underground of the General Administration, Team Yan also had a fragment on his body. He is alone, and taking things from him is easier than sneaking into the General Administration. Why not? Someone touch his part?"

Wang Ze asked in a daze: "Yes, why?"

"Because the person who stole the knife is not only to repair the broken knife, but also to prevent us from finding the whole knife body." Xuan Ji said slowly, "In the sea, you said that you regained a little consciousness about a month ago and came to In the tomb of Prince Gaoshan, I felt my own sword and carved a gloomy sacrificial rite to summon King Weiyu. What did you use to carve it? The sword spirit is the spirit of a weapon. Even if you can live without the sword body, creatures will not feel your existence. You Can't touch anything in this world."

Sheng Lingyuan raised his head suddenly, and when he heard the words "living beings will not feel your presence", his eyelashes trembled as if they were overwhelmed.

"You used macaroni, the secret art of the ancient witches, to engrave gloomy rituals, and you also used macaroni to control the baby's body." Xuan Ji continued, "Captain Yan is too close to you, he can vaguely feel The traces you left behind. Unfortunately, macaroni has been lost, and Granny Yu and the others don’t know where to learn a little bit of fur from macaroni, and use it to remote control puppets, so that the Yan team from the puppet girl I felt a similar aura in my body, and mistakenly thought that you had something to do with Granny Yu—speak clearly, Zhichun, this time he lured Granny Yu to kill himself in order to meet you, so he may not be able to do anything next time Come on."

Wang Ze dug out a first-aid kit from his locomotive and fed Yan Qiushan some salt water. He was clumsy and almost choked Team Yan to death. Yan Qiushan coughed repressedly, and Zhichun, who was attached to the doll, subconsciously walked towards him After a few steps, he stopped in a daze.

"Macaroni is left to me by... my 'father'." After a long time, a human voice came out from the doll.

"Your father is..."

"My forger." Zhichun said, "Prince Gaoshan Weiyun, I was born on his corpse, and my father left a suicide note and a wooden plaque, saying that my kind of weapon spirit born against the sky is different from others. One day when the body is broken, I may not perish, so let me leave the macaroni curse with the golden black feather wood, just in case. I have been hiding the macaroni curse with me before, because it is not good, so I did not share it with others. I said, until I was infected by the sea poison and felt that I was running out of time, I put it on... an ornament in Akiyama's house. It was left by his deceased mother, so it should not be thrown away easily. The blade Broken, I have been in a daze for three years, and I have been unconscious, and I didn't remember it until a month ago..."

Sheng Lingyuan interrupted suddenly, speaking so fast that he hardly resembled him: "What is a weapon spirit born against the sky? What is the difference between you and other weapon spirits?"