Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Xiao Zheng hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "I'm just helping someone send a message, you don't need to look at my face, you decide whether you want it or not..."

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Ji had already guessed: "Old Director?"

Xiao Zheng was stunned: "How do you know?"

"I'm not on schedule," Xuan Ji said "tsk", slowly raised her legs, and leaned back, "If you want to find me, just call me and say yes, why do you need to find an 'intermediary'? You The inside and outside of this remark, when you hear this person is not a free person, he is either an injured number who cannot get out of bed, or a detainee who has no freedom. I just finished seeing the injured number Yan team. If it is him, you will go straight Having said that, as for the rest, the one who has the face to ask you to be an intermediary is the old bureau chief."

The former director of the Bureau of Abnormal Control was suspected of invading the corpses of thousands of people with mirror flowers, water moon butterflies, and concealing the death toll in the accident. This is serious dereliction of duty, humiliating corpses, and endangering public safety. He confessed and has been arrested pending trial.

But one size fits all, although he committed a crime, he is not a hopeless bad guy.Perhaps it was because of this bad thing that the old bureau chief has been against himself all his life, taking the lead, always rushing to the front line, and leaving the most dangerous tasks to himself. He has made outstanding achievements and was once the idol of all the field staff.Because of work, his wife divorced him early without leaving any children behind. He has been an old bachelor with no family and no job all his life. The weather is getting colder. There is no one in the "special detention center" who gives winter clothes, only some old subordinates They secretly visit.

"The old bureau chief specifically asked me to go over at the break-up meal, and put me in the bureau. I think it's because the public funds can't be spent, and he has to find faults and pay an extra salary." Xuan Ji said, "I've been waiting for him to come to me. It's a pity that something like this happened just after the report, and I never had a chance to meet him. So, make an appointment for me..."

When Xuan Ji said this, he remembered that Xiao Zheng had just used the words "you two", and got stuck again: "Wait, you just said that he not only wants to see me?"

Xiao Zheng: "When you uploaded the full responsibility agreement, I happened to go to see him, so I just mentioned it by the way."

Xuan Ji let out an "ah", not daring to speak for His Majesty without authorization.He glanced back at Sheng Lingyuan vaguely, wanting to wait for him to speak, but unexpectedly, he met Sheng Lingyuan's thoughtful gaze.

Sheng Lingyuan's god has already gone a hundred thousand light years away.

He looked at Xuan Ji, who handled everything with ease, but couldn't help but think of what happened when he was a teenager.

One year, in order to win the support of the Beiyuan people, Sheng Lingyuan took the Heavenly Demon Sword, crossed the snow-capped mountains, and went to the Beiyuan people's settlement on the glacier to meet their high priest.At that time, the human race was divided into fragments and lived their own lives. Many refugees from the Central Plains came to seek refuge in the Northern Plains, which was protected by snow-capped mountains and natural moats, and brought some customs from the Central Plains. The local unique ice lanterns, a long street with red flowers and willows, and lantern riddles are pasted on the ice lanterns just like in my hometown.

Jian Ling wanted to go for a walk, so Sheng Lingyuan had no choice but to take him for a walk around, wandering around, thinking back and forth about the maneuvers he had with the high priest.Sword Spirit sensed his absent-mindedness, immediately became unhappy, and said loudly, "When you were playing riddles with that white-bearded old man, I was always by your side, no matter how much you can play with me for a while!"

Sheng Lingyuan said helplessly: "Be more respectful, what a white-bearded old man. Besides, don't brag, how long have you been with me? You fell asleep after the high priest said a few words, don't pretend I don't know."

He also snored a little, luckily no one could hear him but him.

Jian Ling was confident and confident: "The old man dragged his words for eight hundred miles, and his words were like summoning souls. Who wouldn't feel sleepy?"

Sheng Lingyuan was taken over by him by accident: "The old man has the Beiyuan Qianli Glacier and three thousand wolf riders in his hands. Don't talk about summoning the soul, you have to listen to the calling of the soul. Besides, we are talking about business, and we are not playing riddles. "

"If you have something to say, don't say it directly. Going around is just guessing riddles. You guessed it right. There are thousands of glaciers and three thousand wolf riders. If I guessed right, there are lights to hold!" Sword Spirit sighed old-fashionedly when he said this He breathed a sigh of relief, as if full of the pressure of "supporting the family", "This place is full of darkness and winter, you have a lot of problems, and you can't sleep without lighting the lamp, can't I win you a lantern to lull you to sleep?"

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't laugh or cry, and his heart was sore and soft, so he had no choice but to embarrass himself with him - the lantern market here is the sustenance of the refugees' homesickness, and most of the lantern riddles listed here have metaphors unique to their hometown, without doing enough homework in advance, it is difficult to touch Clear your head.Sheng Lingyuan deliberately didn't tell him. As a result, the little sword spirit who boasted that he wanted to "coax him to sleep" guessed from the street to the end of the street, but couldn't guess a single one, and became angry.

In the end, it was a stall owner who recognized Renhuang, deliberately poured water on them, and gave them an ice lantern, so they didn't return empty-handed.

Sword Spirit picked out a butterfly lantern, because Dongchuan Wuren people worship butterflies, and every spring, children of Wuren tribe would hold butterfly lanterns on the top of the mountain and put them on. What kind of world, when I see a lamp, I take it for granted that it should be in the shape of a butterfly.

Jianling always felt that he "won" the ice lantern, it was too precious, and he had to take it with him when he left.It's a pity that the spring is already blooming in the pass, and the lamp will melt when it leaves Beiyuan.The sword spirit didn't say anything, but Sheng Lingyuan could feel that his little sword spirit seemed to understand for the first time that there is a metabolization, and it is something that can't be obtained for a long time, and he was a little melancholy.So Sheng Lingyuan was not afraid that others would say that he had a powdery look, so he carved a small butterfly's fringe out of wood and hung it on the Heavenly Demon Sword.

Thinking about it now, he himself was young and frivolous at that time, and he actually thought that he could hold on for a "long time".

And the sword spirit who couldn't guess any of the lantern riddles back then has also learned to know everything by hearing it in the world, and can guess the bottom card when he sees the riddle.

"Well," Sheng Lingyuan agreed to Xiao Zheng absent-mindedly, "Okay."

Wang Ze watched helplessly as Director Xuan was very disorganized at the beginning, with every gesture of "calling Dad".Unexpectedly, looking back at his "Sword Spirit", this big guy looked like he had been swept up in an anti-pornography crackdown. He put Erlang's legs flat, straightened his back, and tucked his tail, as if preparing for a public review .

"There are ghosts," Wang Ze thought with certainty, "There must be ghosts."

After thinking about it like this, Wang Ze felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, and urged Director Xiao to finish his business in a few words, and told Xuan Ji that Zhichun had kept secrets in the bureau beforehand, so he hurried to leave.

Xiao Zheng: "You... no, why are you pushing me!"

Wang Ze: "Oh, Director Xiao, you're too shiny. I don't think Director Xuan's pretty face has been wiped with that... What is it called? Oh, sunscreen, you'll tan him later."

"You two," Xuan Ji who was sent out couldn't help leaning against the door and said, "When did I become deaf?"

Wang Ze waved his hands at him slyly: "You are not deaf, you are well, take it easy, take it easy."

Xuan Ji: "..."

As soon as the three of them left, the air in the room was suddenly quiet.

Xuan Ji had five backs and six beasts in his heart. On the one hand, he was scratching his head to know the meaning of Sheng Lingyuan's actions on the top of the mountain, but on the other hand he didn't dare to ask.

Just at this moment, the food delivery man lost his way in the intricate residential area. He called to ask for directions. Xuan Ji heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that he was "saved" again. He didn't dare to look at Sheng Lingyuan's expression, and hurriedly said "I'll go out to pick you up" Just get away with it.

The door was not closed.

"In such a panic," Sheng Lingyuan thought, "Are you... afraid of me?"

Sheng Lingyuan was completely absorbed in himself, sat down on the sofa, and his eyes fell on the "book basket" next to him - it was actually a magazine rack - he used to look at these colorful things, just as the idle articles of the younger generation , but at this time stretched out his hand in a strange way.He is still very slow in reading simplified characters, and he is not used to those densely arranged small characters. It often takes a long time to turn a page, but he reads it very carefully.

These things are like precious clues, between the lines, they can fill in the gap between the innocent little sword spirit and Xuan Ji.

The first book is about the customs, beauty and anecdotes of various places. There are many "landscape paintings" printed on it, and the pages are flat, just like new ones. Sheng Lingyuan guessed that he probably just flipped through them casually.Then I picked up another book, and this one was not so plausible. There were many portraits of men and women on it. Although all of them were beauties, some of them were too disheveled. It's very low-level fun, and it's all romantic gossip about men and women.

Sheng Lingyuan frowned.

The third book has a lot of "villains" drawn, colorful and lively, with a lot of foreign words interspersed in the text, Sheng Lingyuan can only guess from the title what kind of game it is about.

These juniors may not do any serious business all day long, thinking about eating, drinking and having fun every day. There are too many categories. Fornication, nothing else, it's a bit pathetic.

The last one was the oldest, it was not known whether it was stained with water or oil, the pages were pitted, and the book was not closed evenly, Sheng Lingyuan opened it and couldn't help laughing, it was indeed a recipe.

He thought to himself: "Still hungry."

Suddenly, the smile at the corner of Sheng Lingyuan's mouth stopped, and he flicked his fingers without looking up.

The balcony window opened with a "huh", and a small shadow was swept in by the black mist, and rolled around on the ground a few times in embarrassment. It was Zhichun's macaroni doll.

Zhichun came back to look for Xuanji, and was still hesitating at the window, but was dragged in unexpectedly, and the macaroni on the baby's head was almost shaken off.He climbed up uncoordinatedly, his eyes searched around, but Xuan Ji was not there.Being alone with Sheng Lingyuan, Zhichun panicked for no reason, and leaned against the corner involuntarily.

"Dao Ling," Sheng Lingyuan flipped through a page of recipes and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Zhichun recalled the scene in the TV series - the faint king was too lazy to govern, "forced to open business", and lazily asked the eunuch next to him to "wow" with a voice, "If you have a book, you will return to the court if you don't have one."

Zhichun hesitated for a moment: "Is Director Xuan there?"

Sheng Lingyuan turned his head to look at him, and Zhichun hurriedly explained subconsciously: "I... I think he seems to know a lot about refining knives and macaroni, so I have something to ask him... I hope he won't tell others. ,about……"

Sheng Lingyuan: "About the fact that macaroni won't last for a few years?"

"You..." Zhichun was taken aback, and couldn't help but use honorifics, "How do you know?"

"This low-level witch spell will naturally lose its effect after a long time."

"I didn't know before, I never used it," Zhichun said cautiously, "I was forced to use it to communicate with the outside world recently, and I realized that this thing is a bit like the battery of a mobile phone, and the energy in it will slowly lose over time. .I am trying to control this macaroni doll every day. It has only been a month, and this doll is not as light as it was at the beginning. I am afraid that if this continues, it won't be long..."

Sheng Lingyuan said in relief: "No, I've seen your curse, it shouldn't be a problem for a year or two."

Zhichun smiled wryly, feeling that these words were not comforting.

The macaroni of each person is unique. The macaroni must be engraved by one's own will and hands to be established. The macaroni baby itself is already a puppet, and the puppet burned by the puppet is ineffective.

In other words, since Zhichun no longer has a body, it is impossible for him to have the opportunity to carve a second root of his own macaroni.

Once the macaroni is "out of power", he can only return to the state of the knife spirit that no one can touch.

Zhichun said softly: "Please don't tell Qiushan and the others."

"I won't tell you, they will be able to guess after two days when they calm down." Sheng Lingyuan turned over a page of the menu, "I don't think Yan Qiushan cares whether you are a knife or a puppet. There's no need to avoid it, your own attitude says it all."

Zhichun said desolately, "I didn't want to see him at first."

Sheng Lingyuan asked: "Does Yanqiu Mountain have Gaoshan people's blood?"

Zhichun was silent for a while, then nodded: "Prince Weiyun's descendants have been keeping me secretly."

The blood of the descendants is getting more and more complicated and thinner. He is an unowned sword spirit, sleeping most of the time.Before Yan Qiushan, the family hadn't had special skills for several generations.

The aura of the ancient alpine people seems to have been washed away by time.

He has become an antique knife handed down in the family, quietly placed in the window, occasionally taken out for maintenance, and only when distinguished guests come, will they have the opportunity to be invited out for exhibition.

However, as if it was predestined in the previous life, as soon as that person was born, Zhichun seemed to be disturbed by something in the dark, and suddenly he couldn't sleep well.

Yan Qiushan was naughty when he was a child, and the school organized activities. He secretly took away the ancient family knife and pretended to be a general. He opened his eyes after a long wait.

"It's still the direct line," Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows, and closed the menu, "Why, are you afraid that he will sacrifice himself to you?"

Zhichun silently sat down against the wall: "I... shouldn't be able to resist coming out, should I?"

"You saber spirit, what are you doing to provoke someone?" Sheng Lingyuan sighed, "Don't you understand the truth that you must go differently if you are not of the same kind?"

Xuan Ji took back the takeaway and was about to dawdle back home when the elevator door just opened when she heard this sentence floating out of her home, and she froze for a moment.

If they are not of the same kind, they must be different.

The knife hanging above his head finally fell down, covering his head and face, and smashed it happily.

"Ah," he thought, "sure enough."

In the elevator, a little girl who lived upstairs came up together. She lowered her head and played with her mobile phone all the way. When the door opened, she went out. When the elevator door closed, she realized that she had gone to the wrong floor. She complained and went to the stairwell, which just covered up the announcement Ji's whereabouts.

When Sheng Lingyuan heard this, she thought she was the little girl who got off the elevator by mistake, and didn't take it to heart, and continued, "This is the end of the matter, it's too late to say anything, any difficult problems can't be solved by hiding and procrastinating, come here."

Zhichun didn't know, so he took a few steps forward, and Sheng Lingyuan tapped him a few times in vain, a dark spell formed and sank into the center of the macaroni doll's eyebrows.Zhichun was startled at first, and then found that the place where the baby's head had been cracked had grown back slowly, and the hanging Macaroni plaque was firmly attached to the baby's head by something.

"I can block it for you in case of danger," Sheng Lingyuan said, "Everyone can tamper with macaroni, you'd better be careful. Go, don't run away, think about it in the long run, I have time to think of a way for you. "

Zhichun pressed the baby's forehead, and asked blankly: "Is there any other way?"

"I have been going against the sky all my life. There are successes and failures. The more you lose, the less you win." Sheng Lingyuan opened the window, and the northwest wind whipped up his long hair. It was winter in Yong'an, but there was a lot of traffic downstairs, and people's voices were boiling. , let people look at it at a glance, and don't feel the chill, "But so what, there is always a time to win."

He coughed a few times in a low voice, and pointed, a cloud of black mist supported Zhichun's baby body, and it turned into the shape of a bird, with a pair of wings that were exactly the same as Xuan Ji's.

"Where to go, tell it yourself," Sheng Lingyuan said, "Fly higher, don't be seen by others."

The elevator went up and down several times, Xuan Ji seemed to be stuck in the elevator, he didn't touch the floor, didn't move, just stood in a corner, and the neighbors who came in and out couldn't help but look at him.

"Young man, hey, young man!" A hunched old lady yelled a few times, seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, she pushed him. It seemed to be said to the whole community, "Why are you in a daze? This is, you press a seventeen for me, the aunt can't reach it."

Xuan Ji pressed the seventeenth floor for her silently, got off the elevator that looked like an old wrecked car, and got into the stairwell.

"Oh," the old lady flinched, and muttered, "You're aggressive, what are you doing, looking for revenge?"

There was no one in the stairwell, Xuan Ji suddenly turned into a shadow, and arrived at the floor of his house with only one breath.

"I've waited for 3000 years," he thought, "you say there are different ways?"