Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Sheng Lingyuan is a person who forgot himself in Chiyuan. After being buried for 3000 years, he has been frozen into a clear ice sculpture.

Rolling red dust, he just arrived, out of place, before he had time to tentatively melt a little, the impenetrable ice layer exploded from the inside without even a warning.

The splashing ice balls were like knives and swords, gouging out the unprepared body full of holes.

Dongchuan, Aluojin, the old patriarch, King Ning, Danli, Duling Palace.

His teachers and friends, those he betrayed, those who betrayed him, those who died for him, and those who were killed by him.

He was looking at them from a distance across the glacier...but in an instant, the glacier broke, and he was pushed between those old friends and the stories.

The fire on the other bank fell from the sky and went out.He was like an ant crushed by a sudden natural disaster, before he could blink, he was already burned to ashes.

But... Even if the body was burned to ashes, he would desperately follow the sound to take a look.

Wang Ze and the others are still digesting and repairing the information that Zhichun has to kill, Xuan Ji replaced it with an old saying.He was a few steps away, with his wings folded behind him, occasionally sparks would flutter down, and the puppet shell under his feet was still burning.

The eyebrows were unfamiliar. Sheng Lingyuan found that after being together day and night for many days, he seemed to have never seen this face carefully, as if he didn't know him.The body shape is also unfamiliar, too tall, with long hands and feet, and the movements of the hands and feet are the skills of the old world. It seems that he has been so sophisticated since he was born, and he has never been naive. Connect with the person in front of you.

Even the voice of this man was deep and indifferent, biting his familiar elegant accent, the briskness of a boy back then... even a little noisy, it was gone.It sounds far and near.

"What did you say?"

Xuan Ji took a step towards him, and he thought: When I was a child, I often dreamed, and my biggest wish was to see you one day. I want to see you, not from the bronze mirror or from the water. I want to see you in flesh and blood. real person.

Another step—

Later I was able to see you, and I saw me through your eyes, but I was just a sword, so I was greedy, thinking... when will I get out of the sword, and let you see the real me.

One more step—

As a result, I got retribution for thinking too much. Destiny is not a thing. If you don't teach, you will be punished. If it doesn't work, you should say it earlier. There is nothing wrong with being with you as a sword.But there's a hole in your world, and I'm missing out.I think I'd be willing to do anything just to let me talk to you again.

He stood still in front of Sheng Lingyuan, every step he took was thrilling.

Silent, and seemed to have said a lot——

Later, I saw myself in your eyes, but your eyes are like a pair of mirrors, looking at me but not seeing me.

Xuan Ji half-knelt down——Sheng Lingyuan's shoelaces were untied, and His Majesty was not used to wearing this kind of lace-up sneakers that didn't reach the ankles. They were always tied loosely and always untied. Xuan Ji carefully tied them up for him, and another time He flattened his trousers inch by inch.

Then he seemed to suddenly think of something: "By the way, I didn't finish my sentence last time."

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to have heard too many voices suddenly, and his reaction became very slow, as if he had to listen to each word for a long time. After a while, he finally finished listening to this sentence, and nodded lightly: "Speak."

"Lingyuan, I..." When the Heavenly Demon Sword was smashed by King Weiyu, there was such an endless conversation, and there was no chance to continue it.

At this time, in the depths of Chiyuan, the icy stone tablet of the Fire Keeper cracked in pieces, and then turned into powder and green smoke, spiraling out, and Wanshan flew to the place of destination without hindrance.

"In my whole life, I have no worries and no worries," he said with a little smile, and the small moles at the corners of his eyes turned up. "I can't think of a better life than this."

Sheng Lingyuan shook slightly, the flesh and blood washed by the magma seemed to be rapidly thinning and becoming brittle, and could be crushed by a feather.

"I'm actually grateful for them..."

Thank them for turning me into a sword, otherwise, I would be just a heavenly spirit on the altar, without you, without those 20 years in the world, how boring it would be.

With outsiders present, Xuan Ji couldn't say a lot, and he didn't say it out loud. He lowered his eyes and stared at Sheng Lingyuan's hand hanging by his side.

Ever since the Heavenly Demon Sword was cut off, that hand held the sword, the pen, and the Jade Seal of the Chuan Kingdom, holding the power of life and death. It was as stable as a rock and never hesitated.

He began to tremble slightly again.

Xuan Ji's gaze rested on that hand for a moment, as if she really wanted to hold that hand.

did not dare.

At this time, the sound of the engine came from a distance, followed by the noise of the helicopter propeller.

Well, according to the routine, the wild monsters are cleared, and the support is crawling.

The helicopters at the headquarters had no place to land, and they hung over their heads like big flies, "buzzing" and screaming.

So Xuan Ji stopped talking, just stood up and smiled at Sheng Lingyuan.

From the very beginning, Xuan Ji switched to ancient Chinese, and her voice was very low. From the perspective of outsiders, it seemed that the two of them only exchanged two or three sentences in an incomprehensible dialect.

No one knows that these two or three sentences have been spoken for 3000 years.

As if no one remembered that there was once billowing magma under Chiyuan.

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to be deaf-mute by Xuan Ji's laughter, and watched a large group of people rushing up, yelling and carrying away Yan Qiushan, and began to clean up the scene.

Someone is directing, someone is asking questions non-stop.The voices were noisy, and almost immediately, Sheng Lingyuan returned his almost fluent Mandarin to the news broadcast, but he couldn't understand anything.

He was a little confused because he knew he didn't dream.

After stripping Suzaku's bloodline, as his senses became numb and dull, he stopped dreaming much. His sea of ​​consciousness really turned into a sea, and even the shock was thrown into it, as if it was just a small stone, and later he didn't even bother to make a ripple up.He added fragrance to the shock, and wanted to see the back of the old man, but the useless thing of shock only gave him a migraine headache.

Oh, yes... that's the feeling that your head is going to explode.

It's not a dream, and it can't be real, right?

Or is it an illusion fabricated by Xiao Xiao somewhere?Then this illusion is a bit too fake.

He only used Bi Fang's eyes and ears occasionally, and most of the time, he used the macaroni to collect necessary information.The Macaroni Curse is engraved on a small wooden figure with eight dots carved on its body. It is the totem on the Heavenly Demon Sword. It can make do with hearing and hearing, but it has no other senses—after all, it is just a simple puppet. And hearing is no better than one's own eyes and ears, like being in a wooden barrel, transmitting sound through the wooden boards, and looking out from the small holes in the wooden man's eyes.

After waking up from this world, although he seems to be able to adapt to everything, in fact he is not used to anything, the smell of hot food is strange and noisy, staying in Xuan Ji's so-called "sound-proof" room, he can even hear the breathing of the next door It is clear that the feeling of the breeze blowing through the hair and skin is very disturbing.

But troubles come troubles, he doesn't follow suit, unlike now.

He seemed to be a Tai Sui who turned around every 3000 years, and his reaction was astonishingly slow. Until then, those sorrows and joys were like monsters that had been lying in wait for a long time, suddenly showing their hideous faces and biting him down.

He nailed A Luojin back into the coffin again... Twice, he saw the tomb of the witch man in Dongchuan was smashed to pieces, the tomb of Weiyun fell apart, and King Weiyu brought up the old story of the broken sword again...

The "spirit" of Suzaku's bone was born for no reason, as well as the empathy that seemed to be in another world...and the Chiyuan he saw in the empathy with Xuanji.

What is he saying?

That's right, whenever there is war or famine, Chiyuan will resonate, and those irrational resentments and ashes will rise again, throwing the pain, hunger and despair of the previous life on the firekeeper.

Sheng Lingyuan thought that scene was very familiar at the time, but now that he thinks about it, isn't this the nightmare he and the demon sword spirit experienced every night when he was a child?

No wonder the man was so skilled as a firekeeper.

"His Majesty."

"Sheng Xiao—"

"Brother Lingyuan, have you lived happily ever after in your life?"

"Lingyuan..."

"Director Xuan!" At this time, Wang Ze called out to Xuan Ji not far away, "I can't explain clearly, you and Director Xiao..."

The two were alarmed by Wang Ze's loud voice at the same time, Xuan Ji turned her head, and just as soon as she moved, someone grabbed her wrist.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't look at him, his eyes still stayed on the place where Xuan Ji was half kneeling just now, but his hand was so strong that it seemed to crush him.

Xuan Ji: "Wait a minute, call..."

Before the word "contact" was finished, the black mist on Sheng Lingyuan's body suddenly exploded out of control, covering the sky and the sun for a moment, swallowing everything.

The abnormal energy monitors on the field staff of the Different Control Bureau exploded and overloaded at the same time. After shouting in unison, there was a dead silence.

"What's this?"

"Calm down, don't panic!"

"I can't see!"

"Close!"

It took several minutes for the stagnant wind in the mountains to flow again, blowing away the black mist.

Xuan Ji and Sheng Lingyuan were no longer where they were.

Wang Ze raised his chin that almost hit his foot with one hand, and was dumbfounded: "I have been watching Journey to the West since the summer vacation of the first grade. I never thought that the real scene of 'a gust of evil wind hits and swept away Master Sanzang' is like this."

Xiao Zheng was stunned for a few seconds: "Telephone...what is the phone call? His mobile phone is still on the headquarter!"

Tianmo's "shrinking the ground into an inch" was much more violent than Xuanji's. Wherever he passed, many grasses and trees that were already withered and yellow seemed to have been corroded by concentrated acid, and they instantly reached the top of a nearby mountain.The moment Sheng Lingyuan landed, within a few miles around, no matter whether it was cat winter insects or hibernating small animals, they were all startled, ignoring the cold, and swarmed out against the northwest wind.

Before Xuan Ji could stand still, she was suddenly pushed away by him.

Sheng Lingyuan's voice was so dry that it seemed to tear his throat: "Who the hell are you?"

"Tong." Xuan Ji pressed her wrist, trying to hold the warmth left by that person, put it away, and murmured, "But you like to call me a chick."

After the words fell, Sheng Lingyuan grabbed his neck with one hand, and there was a pain in his neck - Sheng Lingyuan bit his blood vessel.

Xuan Ji didn't hide, a thought suddenly came to his mind, he thought: "There are people with cold lips and teeth."

But his blood was hot, scalding his mouth.

The 35 steles, the hustle and bustle of many generations, have not settled down in Xuan Ji's mind, so there is nowhere to hide, Sheng Lingyuan sucked them in.

"Your Majesty!" In the Duling Palace, a servant rushed over and knelt at the entrance of the Sword Furnace Hall with a "plop"—the Sword Furnace had been sealed for several years. Two vicious guards guarded it, and no living things were allowed to enter.

The servant is a very ordinary person, but as soon as he gets close to this sword stove, he feels uncomfortable all over, and he can have nightmares for a few days when he goes back.

"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother...the Queen Mother has passed away!"

There was no movement in the Sword Furnace Hall.

The servant listened for a moment, then kowtowed heavily: "Your Majesty..."

At this time, one of the guards waved his hand, interrupted his words, turned to the direction of the sword furnace, and closed his eyes - this guard is new here, I don't know what he is, anyway, he is not a person, it is said that he has clairvoyance and ears.

In the past one or two years, His Majesty has loved to use these monsters who are neither human nor demon, but since Emperor Shi Danli also disappeared due to illness, no one dared to speak up.The servant held his breath in fear, and after a while, the guard turned around and confessed: "Your Majesty said, the Ministry of Rites will follow the old rules."

Waiter: "..."

Gone?

The guard said flatly again: "Your Majesty also said that the Empress Dowager has gone, and he is very mournful, and he doesn't want to see anyone. He will retreat for a few days, and don't bother me any more."

It was the first time the servant had heard of this style of mourning, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He lowered his head and walked away quickly. He couldn't help but look back at the Sword Furnace Hall. In a daze, he saw the blood in the Sword Furnace Hall.

The waiter was taken aback, and rubbed his eyes hard, but he couldn't see anything again.

On the bluestone bricks in the hall, there was a huge magic circle drawn with blood. Sheng Lingyuan sat cross-legged in the middle of the pool of blood, naked, with a calm expression. The Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit tried to pounce over it again and again, but there seemed to be some kind of barrier on the magic circle, preventing Let him not let go.

Jian Ling was furious, scolding him and begging him, but Sheng Lingyuan couldn't hear him.

The black air came out of the magic circle and turned into countless small knives, piercing in and out of Sheng Lingyuan's body. His flesh cracked repeatedly and healed quickly.

Sword Spirit could feel that the blood in Ling Yuan's body was being peeled off bit by bit.

A ray of blood shot straight into the sky, and he finally took out a heart from his chest—most of it was surrounded by black air, only a little bit of red was confusing.He cut off that bit of red without hesitation, and the rest of the heart grew automatically, dragging it in the palm of his hand.

Sheng Lingyuan took a look, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "This is still a good match for me."

With a wave of his hand, all the black energy on the magic circle gathered, dragged up the heart, and poured into his chest. Then, all the blood energy on the ground turned upside down, solidified together, and finally gathered into a pearl-like blood, which was captured He put it in a small porcelain vase.

At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan in the magic circle seemed to be divided into two, one with a gloomy and calm expression.

The other face was sad, and he took a deep look in the direction of the sword spirit, as if he could "see" the sword spirit, then got into the porcelain bottle and disappeared.

At this time, someone outside the hall said softly: "Your Majesty, in the prison... that person suddenly showed five signs of decline."