Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Zhichun said: "Refining requires a living soul sacrificial furnace. Strictly speaking, it is a living and intelligent person, monster or humanoid race. I was originally a mountain person, but I am not a living creature... I am not a living creature." alpine people."

Wang Ze was at a loss, and said "Ah", wondering why Gaoshan people still have "live" and "dead" varieties?

"I haven't 'lived'." The doll full of the characteristics of the times lowered her head, suddenly feeling a little lonely, "When Prince Weiyun broke into the gas chamber, it was already too late. Children forged into swords, hoping to extend their lives, but none of them got a living weapon spirit, except me..."

"I wasn't born yet," he said.

"You mean, you're a fetus?"

"In order to control Prince Weiyun, King Weiyu locked up those orphans in the name of 'adoption'. They didn't live well. At that time, my mother had grown into a young girl, very beautiful and helpless. , being bullied by those shameless mountain nobles... With me, she might not even know it."

There was a "hum" in Xuanji's ear, and then, like a chorus, Zhichun's voice in reality and Master Weiyun's voice in his memory overlapped - Master Weiyun was bearded, kneeling haggardly in the sword furnace Beside, hold your breath and listen to the movement inside.

"I still can't hear anything...but you're here, right? I know you're there, and my intuition is right, but why can't I hear you." Wei Yun bit her nails back and forth, talking to the air Say to yourself, "Why?"

Weiyun is the "Heaven's Ear", Xuan Ji doesn't know how much he can feel, but he seems to be able to judge that he is not dead as a sword spirit - at least not dead, otherwise, if he has the guts, Weiyun will not die. Dare to use "repair the broken sword" to seduce the emperor.

When forced by Sheng Lingyuan to the point of being helpless, Wei Yun would occasionally talk to Xuan Ji.Xuan Ji always answers every question, but it's a pity that Wei Yun can't hear, and they can only stare at each other.

At this time, a voice sounded at the door of the sword furnace: "Why didn't you tell Your Majesty that the Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit is dead?"

Weiyun shuddered, and turned to see a tall and tall figure standing against the light.

The sword furnace was in the depths of Duling Palace, which was made into a forbidden place by Sheng Lingyuan. Except for Weiyun, even ordinary servants were not allowed to approach it.But this person can freely enter and exit the palace.

He covered his face, only revealing a pair of big and clear eyes, his eyes seemed to be filled with sadness, his walking steps were extremely light, to the point of making no sound, every step seemed to be stepping on the clouds - that was Emperor Shidan Leave.

Weiyun didn't know why, when he saw this person, he felt a creepy feeling, he stood up slowly, his back was tense: "My lord, Your Majesty is not here..."

"I know, I just went to see him, lighted some incense for calming the nerves, and fell asleep." Dan Li reached out and knocked on the cooled sword stove, sighed, "What a mess...he messed around on his own Forget it, you people didn’t try to dissuade you, but you still followed him.”

Wei Yun dared not make a sound.

"Your Majesty is young and energetic. Restoring the country and killing the demon king are all unworldly feats. I am really afraid that he will be complacent, thinking that the world is in his hands and he can do whatever he wants. Previously, because of the establishment of thirteen divisions by the mixed-blood demon clan, the witch-human clan Betrayal is already a warning, I thought he could remember the lesson. Who knows that now that the situation is uncertain, he will risk the world's disgrace and make something of a "Qingping Division". Singing, especially nice, "I originally thought, let him taste the feeling of loss, sober and sober, it's normal for him to toss afterward, let him make a fuss for a while, but there must be a degree in everything...a servant, be cautious." Duty, should I persuade or persuade, coaxing everything, just thinking about my own safety and wealth, that is luck, don't you think?"

Wei Yun murmured: "I... I can only forge iron and swords, those are important matters of the family and country, I don't understand."

The corners of Danli's eyes slightly curved, revealing a few smile lines with deep meaning: "You really don't understand, Prince Weiyun?"

Wei Yun's knees were almost softened by his laughter.

Dan Li spread his smile lines, and said gently but involuntarily: "Go tell your majesty, just say that the demon sword spirit is dead, let him give up, don't be absurd, he has a sick face at the court meeting, he can't sit still, he really is a group of officials Are they all blind?"

Although Wei Yun was afraid that he would die, she still said: "Your Excellency, forgive me, but... But being so hasty is tantamount to deceiving the emperor. I have sworn a blood oath, and I dare not betray Your Majesty, really..."

"The Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit is dead. This is a fact. How can it be considered a deception?" Dan Li interrupted him, "Since you have secretly seen Bi Fang, you must know that the Qi Spirit was originally a vermilion bird 'Tian Ling', Before entering the sword, it is neither life nor death."

The cold sweat on Wei Yun's back was soaked immediately.

Dan Li laughed lowly, as if his petty actions were not worth mentioning: "The weapon refining back then gave birth to the 'Suzaku Sky Spirit' that would never break its shell, even if you were whimsical, you wanted to copy the skills of the weapon refining back then. In the process, at least you have to complete the full set of the year——Can you? Don’t overestimate your capabilities, and return to His Majesty as I said, and the blood oath will not be backfired, and His Majesty will know that you are telling the truth.”

Dan Li put down these words, turned around and left.

The remaining Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit and Wei Yun, who were no one to see beside the sword stove, both looked blank and didn't understand what he meant.

Weiyun repeated "Fusheng" and "do a full set" back and forth several times, and suddenly her eyes widened in shock——

At the same time, facing Sheng Lingyuan's menacing gaze, Zhichun continued: "My mother is dead, and I am still an underdeveloped embryo. At that time, there was no in vitro culture. Even if I were dissected out by force, I would not survive. It doesn't count as living, nor as dead, and I don't have the qualifications to become a weapon spirit, so Prince Weiyun sacrificed his body to the furnace and gave me... life."

"Fusheng is to exchange one life for another, and exchange his death for my whole life. I don't have a father, so I always regard him as my father."

When a living being is refined into a weapon spirit alive, it often suffers great pain. Therefore, after becoming a sword spirit and sword spirit, even if it loses the previous memory, it still has hostility and resentment in its bones.

It can be seen that Chunsheng was born as a sword spirit, so he, like Tianmojian, preserved his own nature, not as gentle as a sword.

When Wang Ze heard this, he suddenly realized: "I understand. Director Xuan told me this principle! He said that higher-level laws can suppress lower-level laws. The ancients said that the highest-level law is 'birth, old age, sickness and death, the laws of nature' , Refining belongs to "similar to life and death". It is the second class, and "Deadborn Fusheng" belongs to the "life" in birth, old age, sickness and death. It is a higher level, right? So the blade is broken, and you are still alive!"

Speaking of this, Wang Ze slapped his thigh: "Then why didn't you say it earlier! Aren't you delaying the matter for nothing? You scared us to death, Zhichun, you brat..."

At this time, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly shook his head and smiled.

Wang Ze: "Brother Jian, what are you laughing at?"

"So it is," Sheng Lingyuan read "So it is" upside down three times as if he couldn't stop, and said while laughing, "To repair the blade, in addition to the blade, bone and blood, you need to re-smelt it."

"Ah... yes, let's practice, don't we have ideas for hardware such as bones and blood?" Wang Ze felt that his low smile was creepy for no reason, "What's so funny about this, Director Xuan, you Is Jian's smile so low? I made him laugh so hard."

Zhichun sighed softly: "Old Wang, the point is not those materials, but 're-smelting'."

Wang Ze was stunned for a while, then suddenly recalled: "Wait! That's not what I thought, is it! Do you have to repeat all the steps...including the part about the dead?"

"The note left by my father said that if one day, I unfortunately break the blade, I will use this macaroni to sneak into his tomb. The empty shell inside is the escape route he prepared for me after learning the lesson of the Demon Sword... But If the one hundred and eight swords are also damaged, I can only become a ghost with nowhere to go. Because if I want to repair the broken sword, I have to kill another person, and I must have the same blood as him. people."

3000 years ago, Xuan Ji chased after Master Weiyun, watching him frantically flipping through various classics.

"The divine bird Suzaku inhabits Nanming, and its feet pass through demons, and the demonic energy in the Nanming Valley is thousands of feet high."

Suzaku possesses demon powers, so the demon princess with Suzaku's blood can infuse the god statue with a great gloomy curse to stir up troubled times, and the Heavenly Demon Sword made by Suzaku "Tianling" can seal Chiyuan's resentful soul and cut off the thousand heads of the demon king... …

The heavenly demon whose demon body and Suzaku blood merged into one is the head of the group of demons.

In order to refine the Heaven Demon Sword, the human race cut open the Suzaku "Tian Ling", which is equivalent to giving life to this young chick that was destined not to be born, and what was killed during the giving birth was the half-human, half-demon little prince back then.

His physical body dies, and his demon body becomes.

Weiyun hugged the bamboo slips in the middle of the night, and sat slumped on the ground, with the candlelight shining on his face, like a dead person.

"Hello... are you there?"

Xuan Ji——the demon sword spirit from back then circled around him for a day, and immediately leaned forward after hearing the words: "Yes, what do you understand? What does Dan Li mean by that sentence?"

Weiyun couldn't hear his words, her gaze penetrated the body of the Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit, and she was stunned for a long time.

"Tell me, what do you understand?"

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Yun covered her face with her hands: "If His Majesty has an heir, he is willing to give up one of his bloodlines... Maybe he can give you a new life."

It took a while for Tianmo Jianling to realize what he meant—he said that Lingyuan and others would have a child with Suzaku blood, and then kill and sacrifice it.

Tianmojian couldn't tell for a while whether it was "killing the child" or "Lingyuan had a child with someone else" which angered him. In short, he blew up, jumped up, and roared into Weiyun's ear: "What do you mean?" Is it a human language, what kind of bullshit master? I think you are fake, it is simply..."

Weiyun didn't realize that she was being scolded by others: "But... the demon is destined to have no heirs."

Tianmojian stared at him blankly.

"Back then, His Majesty's body died before you could live. If you want to practice again, you must nail His Majesty's demon body into a sword furnace, and let him die again."

"No, it's impossible, what nonsense are you talking about!" Tianmojian vetoed it flatly, "Danli is not a good thing, don't trust him, he is the one who drugged Lingyuan... Hey!"

Weiyun stood up abruptly, pierced through the invisible sword spirit, and muttered, "You will know if you try it... Yes, I have a blood oath, and you will know if I try it, if I don't die..."

Wei Yun had sworn a blood oath that he could not betray the Emperor, so Sheng Lingyuan generally listened to what he said, because if he deceived the emperor, when he uttered a lie, he would be backlashed by the blood oath.

Unless the blood oath believes that his deception is to protect the master, it is not a betrayal.If the blood oath does not backfire, it proves that his guess is correct.

The blood oath... Finally, there was no backlash.

Dan is right.

But Sheng Lingyuan didn't believe it, his rock-solid rationality was destroyed by his sword spirit, so Weiyun had to entrust Bi Fang's family to secretly get a Chiyuan fire, and in the last retraining, the Chiyuan Yuanhuo mixed into the sword furnace.

Chiyuan fire polluted the sword body, and the Chiyuan resentful souls that had been suppressed one by one by the demon sword spirit screamed and struggled in the sword body. The three-foot green peak was like a condensed purgatory on earth, forcing Sheng Lingyuan to break the sword by himself.At the same time, the voice of "Let me go" in his dream became more and more frequent, almost to the point where he could hallucinate even in broad daylight.

He finally... sealed the sword furnace with his own hands.

Heart ashes.

Sheng Lingyuan almost didn't want to see anyone anymore, he raised his head, and the dead branches in the forest filled his sight, only the evergreen pines and cypresses lingered to show a little greenness, lifeless.

No wonder... no wonder Wei Yun wanted to avoid him and commit suicide, no wonder Wei Yun refused to hand him the only Zhichun Knife he had refined.

That man who had been a coward all his life had the guts to tell such a big lie.

"At that time...he was beside me." Sheng Lingyuan thought, the clear sky in front of him seemed to spin.

He punished Queen Weiyu, rushed back to the court like a thunderbolt, joined forces with King Ning Liyingwai, accused him of cooperating with Gaoshan people in the rebellion, and copied more than a dozen old officials overnight, and executed them without trial. A rain of blood.Then step by step to the pinnacle of power, liquidate the so-called "heroes", Gong Bian forced the queen mother to death, and finally the emperor Danli who raised him single-handedly—

When he saw Danli for the last time in the special prison, the two of them were separated by an iron window, as if they were looking in a mirror.Except for the face, the demeanor, accent, eyes, sitting, lying and walking... are all too similar.

Dan Li was beheaded just to show the public, he was the spirit of the Suzaku statue, he couldn't die even if he was cut into several pieces, only a death row prisoner of about the same size was executed, the real Dan Li died in a prison made of cold iron.

His seven orifices were nailed to death, soaked in a pool of blood, surrounded by dense spells, those blood energy would erode his body, until there was no more statue of Suzaku in the world.This is one of the tyranny of Emperor Wu in the legends of later generations. It is forbidden for the people to enshrine any gods and portraits.

This injunction swept across the country for more than a year. At the end of the fifth year of Qizheng, the last Suzaku Temple was burnt down. From then on, even if there are people in the world who practice these witchcraft, the statues made by later generations are all guesswork, and there is no original version. up.

"There is no perfect law in this world. Your Majesty is too greedy. He wants everything, but in the end he can't keep anything. The fire in Chiyuan is not extinguished, and the seeds buried in the blood of all races will eventually..."

"The Chiyuan fire will be extinguished." The young Emperor's robes brushed the floor, interrupting him lightly. Dan Li opened his blood-holed eyes with difficulty, looked over in astonishment, and found that the Emperor's smile was the same as before. There was a subtle difference—the vigor and aura that tried to hide his heart were gone, and his eyes were empty, deep, and devoid of humanity.

"What... did you do?" Dan Li struggled slightly in the blood pool, and suddenly, he felt something, "You took your Suzaku blood..."

"Pick the skin and cramps, pick it off." Sheng Lingyuan said indifferently, "Suzaku is capable of demons, isn't it? It is written in the Thousand Monsters Illustrated Book - they used to be the ones who ruled Chiyuan. Leave it to Chi Yuan."

The sword furnace was sealed, the crown prince survived, the blood of the Suzaku... what use was there for him?

"Are you crazy... Are you crazy? Suzaku blood can subdue the demon body of the demon, you have to cut it off..."

The Human Sovereign showed him a calm yet weird smile.

"Sensual, visual, emotional, and six desires...or joy, anger, sorrow, and joy? Teacher, what do I want those for?"

He used 36 Suzaku bones to build a new frame, cut out his own blood, and threw it into Chiyuan fire.

In the following year, his five senses gradually lost, and he asked the Bi Fang clan for a small hostage—the youngest son of the Bi Fang clan. Sometimes he used the bird's eyes and ears, and sometimes he used a macaroni that he carried with him to hear what was needed. If so, see the necessary people.

His world is tasteless, bitter, hot, sour and sweet, everything is as plain as water, so he simply fasted.

The seven emotions are numb and extremely clean.

At first, he was a little bit startled, and he could still make a little waves.

Later, I was shocked a little bit for a night, and it was not as good as the presence of mosquito coils and wormwood.

Buried in the depths of the abyss, the incarnation awakened by Bi Chunsheng for the first time was the macaroni that Bi Fang secretly buried... until he was awakened by the gloomy sacrificial rites, and by chance, he found his own incarnation in the bones of the Suzaku... body.

The six senses came back, together with those useless hopes and old feelings.

However, they told him that those discouragements turned out to be a... deceit for his own good.

It can be said that if the Human Sovereign dies and someone else takes the stage, no one will be able to withstand the voices of the human race who are slaying the Quartet.Who can protect those foreigners who are in constant fear?

Human Emperor Jingui is dead, how can he offer sacrifices to the sword furnace?

His sword spirit followed him like a ghost, watching helplessly as he gave up on himself, sealed the sword furnace, covered his hands with blood, and finally severed his humanity... personally cut off the last hope of repairing the Heavenly Demon Sword.

It has been 3000 years, and the sword spirit that he abandoned for 3000 years... Where is it?

Is he still wandering in the world with no one to support him?

A familiar voice suddenly penetrated the misty past and reality.

"If I don't make a sound, can't you just look at me?"