While speaking, the memories in the Peach Blossom Land began to slowly move forward, and Sheng Lingyuan and Xuan Ji were also wrapped in it, and were forced to follow time.

The little prince who was exiled to the human race had not healed yet. He leaned against the window and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, a strange-looking big bug flew in outside the window directly pressed on his forehead. The naughty children couldn't suppress laughter came. Although Sheng Lingyuan was only ten years old, he had escaped from endless fear for ten years. He had long lost his childlike innocence. He neither had the same knowledge as the naughty children, nor was he too lazy to perfunctory them. He calmly pinched the bug down. He reached out to the window and put it away, and said coldly in the unskilled Wuren language: "If you make trouble, I will tell your father."

The laughter disappeared, and after a moment, Alujin's head appeared from the tree, glared at him angrily, and took his group of small followers down the tree and ran away.

The young Aluojin was full of curiosity about Sheng Lingyuan, and wanted to play with him, but he would not take the initiative to please him - he was the only son of the clan leader, and was spoiled by the clan members to be unreasonable. Since the niche star was pampered by the moon, the children in the clan followed him behind him. In his mind, there was no concept of "putting down on his face and making friends with him on his own initiative". He felt that if he walked around under the window, he had already given others great face. The prince of the human race should be flattered and joined them.

Who knows that this down-and-out prince of the human race will give him a shame.

But Aluojin was so angry that he was angry, but while he was angry, his lowly mentality of "the more he couldn't get it, the more he wanted it" became. The more Sheng Lingyuan ignored him, the more he wanted to show his presence in front of others, so he led a group of younger brothers to entangle every day, making the Great Sage's wooden house uneasy.

The little prince's nature has long been polished out. He is neither shocked nor angry. When he is upset, he uses the "Tell Your Dad" ultimate move, which is a long time to try.

阿洛津挨揍的频率直线上升,单方面地对人族的太子爱憎交织,咬牙切齿.

Before he could go to the ground, Sheng Lingyuan could basically communicate in the Witch Man language and even learn the Witch Man text.

Historical books say that Emperor Wu "understands early wisdom", but the history books do not say that His Majesty learns tongue faster than parrots.

Xuan Ji initially thought that Sheng Lingyuan was just born with a genius, and he had no choice but to be a genius. He had no choice but to be the same species as those college students who had recited grammar for more than ten years and could not even explain English. It was not until this time that he suddenly realized that it was just for survival.

In the era of the melee of Jiuzhou, no one had the leisure to popularize "Mandarin". The languages ​​of various ethnic groups and places were very different, and some did not even look like the same language system. In such a chaotic world, how to quickly master a dialect and integrate into a strange environment is something that Sheng Lingyuan had to do when he was young, and he had to survive.

However, even in this way, it is very difficult to learn the Witch Man writing. The Witch Man writing is written on a kind of local specialty leaf. At first glance, it looks a bit like ancient Egyptian. The characters are all large traps and small circles. There is no pen tip of Chinese characters. They are as cute as their houses, but very complex, and you can see the long-standing cultural accumulation.

On the top of the mountain, next to the Great Sage wooden house, there is actually a place similar to a modern library. It contains a large number of collections. Foreigners can enter and exit at will as long as they are willing.

Even in the eyes of contemporary Xuan Ji, the openness and civilization of this ancient nation are a bit amazing. He has been walking around the Dongchuan in this "travelling" for a few times, and has subverted all his impressions of the witch.

The Witch Man is the birthplace of parasitic butterflies, and people here also have various incredible spells. From the name "Witch", they exudes a strange atmosphere. In addition, the divine Alujin... Xuan Ji inevitably preconceived the idea, thinking that the image of the "Witch Man" should be similar to the "black wizard" in the movie - everyone is wrapped like an Arab woman, with only her eyes exposed. Then he lies out during the day and goes out at night, and has nothing to do to hold a small meeting around the fire to discuss who to curse to death tomorrow.

But it turns out that Dongchuan is not at all gloomy, and the tone of the life of the witch tribe is even bright and warm. People are very lazy. Halfway through the cattle and sheep, they are thrown aside by the owner who doesn’t know where to take a nap. They will run away if they run away. Anyway, in a few days, the tribe members will help pick it up. The children here start to enlightenment at the age of five or six, and the whole tribe is literate. There is nothing to do in the evening, so everyone goes to the square on the top of the mountain to have fun. The clan leader and the great saint also go. People sit together without any respect, singing and dancing, telling stories, leisurely, and even argue endlessly about some primitive philosophical issues.

"I think this place is just as good as the Holy City of Athens," Xuan Ji said halfway to himself, "Why do you call yourself a 'Witcher'? It sounds so scary."

"In their own words, they claimed to be 'people who live in the forest halfway up the hillside'," Sheng Lingyuan said. "Is 'witch man' the name that outsiders called them at that time. Is it scary? That might be the person who called that, and they are afraid of it."

"The children of the Witch Clan also call you..."

"Lingyuan?"

"I thought it was a pseudonym."

"I don't even remember the real name, but I don't know which one is a fake name," Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Someone mentioned my name. The word 'Lingyuan' is the nickname given by his elders. He became more familiar with it after hearing it, and he would report it out and use it."

I heard that the ancients attached the most importance to meanings, but the word "Lingyuan" is unlucky... Especially since this Majesty was born in such a special period.

Xuan Jixin said: What kind of elder with bad intentions?

He followed the young Sheng Lingyuan around the Witch Clan, watching the young man resting, studying, asking questions from the Great Sage, or helping to serve herbs. His biggest trouble was that the naughty child King Alujin came to harass him in old age.

The evil curse Shuhui can trap people in memory. Xuan Ji thought he would see very bloody scenes in the memory of the Emperor of Humanity, but he didn't expect that they would follow a young boy endlessly and go around in daily trivial matters. Sheng Lingyuan in "Suhui" has always been in his early teens and has no intention of growing up.

"Wait, your majesty," Xuan Ji hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but say, "You just said that if you can't get rid of something, you will be trapped in a memory and circle around you. Then are we trapped now?"

Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him, his expression of indifference that was nothing to do with him.

Xuan Ji suddenly realized that the more the mood this person was, the more distant he was. If he hadn't known that he was trapped in the young man's dream at this time and he wouldn't wake up, Xuan Ji would almost think that this person was impeccable.

Will he be weak and deceive himself? Will he be trapped in a certain memory and go around forever?

For a moment, Xuan Ji felt that the Martial Emperor floating on the altar was like a flesh-and-blooded person. The fragility of the strong man and the bravery of the coward, and his tone couldn't help but ease: "But we still have to find a way out, right, look..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sheng Lingyuan nodded lightly: "Well, it's reasonable."

Xuan Ji: "..."

There was no time to say the long-term persuasion.

"Avoiding the important and being light is human instinct, and I cannot avoid the common people." Sheng Lingyuan thought about it and said calmly, "These things in his life are too long and I can't figure it out for a while. So why not do this? If you have anything to know, just ask me directly, and I can try to jump out of these irrelevant trivial matters as you recall your questions."

"Your Majesty," Xuan Ji couldn't help but say, "How can anything that can trap you be an irrelevant trivial matter?"

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to think that the little demon was inexplicably sentimental, and looked at him and smiled: "Okay, then what are you going to do?"

Xuan Ji always felt a sense of powerlessness in front of him - he was so judging by the fact that he was not changing his face and tore off his weaknesses to study. This mysterious His Majesty was no longer like a person.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed as if he was awakened by a word. Before he could speak, the scene around him began to shaky. It was obvious that Sheng Lingyuan had adjusted his mentality with great control and abandoned this plain and warm memory of the boy.

The quiet witch village suddenly shattered into countless pieces in front of the two, like a smashed vase.

They fell into the night. Before Xuan Ji could stand firm, he saw the back door of the clan leader's house creaking and opened. Little Aluojin held a cloth bag in his arms, slipped out, and walked straight down the mountain. He looked aggrieved, and the palm of his left hand was red and swollen. He probably didn't know why, he was beaten up by the "compensation spirit" - so he couldn't bear it anymore and ran away from home.

Xuan Ji: "What's wrong with him?"

"He stole the Great Sage's 'Shock Curse' and placed it under my pillow," said Sheng Lingyuan. "The most fearful thing that can arouse people's hearts is actually a good thing. Both fear and horror are false, and after seeing through it, it will pass. It was originally used by the Great Sage himself for his practice, and I often brought it with me later. However, the patriarch and the great sage saw that I was young and were too careful to scare me. When the patriarch knew about it, he became furious and beat Alujin in public. He could not bear such grievances and ran away secretly that night."

Xuan Ji heard a subtle movement beside him. When he turned around, he saw the young man Sheng Lingyuan descending from a big tree. He looked at Aluojin's back, hesitated for a moment, but followed him.

Xuan Ji: "You..."

"I didn't fall asleep that day." Sheng Lingyuan said frankly, "No matter how good the horror curse is, it is a fierce medicine after all. I was shocked when I contacted it for the first time and didn't dare to close my eyes at night."

The Witch Clan is not completely in contact with the outside world. People regularly dress up as ordinary civilians and go far to buy and exchange things. Although Aluojin has never followed him, he obviously knows the road. While crying, he leaps through the barrier set up by the clan at the foot of the mountain and leaves the protection area of ​​the Witch Clan.

He thought that the mountains and rivers were wide outside, otherwise why would foreign children be so expensive?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the Witch Clan, he tasted what "the hardships and dangers in the world" meant.

The Witch Clan is not in conflict with the world, but the magic of gods and ghosts are unpredictable. The human race is afraid of them, and the demon race is also afraid of them. Therefore, even though they know that Sheng Lingyuan is hidden in the Witch Clan's mountains, they dare not act rashly. In this case, Aluojin, who ran away from home, was simply "a thousand miles away, with a gift of light and a heavy affection". As soon as they came out, they were taken away by someone in the net.

The demon clan knew that Sheng Lingyuan was in the Witch Clan and could not get in, so he had no choice but to do so for several months. Unexpectedly, the help of the gods came from heaven and accidentally caught an Aluojin and was overjoyed. That night, they hung Aluojin in a cage to celebrate, and ate and drank in front of him - of course, they ate humans.

The demon clan was mixed with blood, and the baby bone soup was stewed in the cauldron. The small skeletons were floating in the boiling water. Some flesh had not completely fallen off, and it was obvious that they looked like before their birth. The main dish was a beautiful girl who washed her internal organs and then used magic to hang her life. She directly took a piece of meat from her body, passed in the boiling water, and was bleeding half-cooked, and screamed. After a meal, there were only white bones left on the girl's legs. She was still alive and her face was flawless.

The girl who was eaten raw was crazy, and Aluojin, who witnessed everything, was also crazy.

Little Alujin and the girl who was dragging her bone legs were thrown into the hut together. The girl's eyes were empty and she looked at him straight. After laughing for a long time, Alujin cried at her for a long time.

Xuan Ji, who was forced to watch coldly, felt numb all over, and his back couldn't help but spread his wings, but his wings with fire appeared and were pressed back by a cold and unafraid of fire.

"It's true, there's no need to panic." Sheng Lingyuan said coldly, "Where you are in a place, the human race will not be ruthless. This is all the old debts from thousands of years ago, and it's not about you little demons in the younger generation."

"I'm not..." Xuan Ji blurted out that he was not a "demon clan". He swallowed it halfway.

He is not a demon, what is he? He must not be considered a human anyway. Xuan Ji was a little confused for a moment, and his sense of loneliness suddenly rolled him up. He suddenly realized that he had no clan, no similarity... nor any ins and outs.

At this moment, the little Aluojin in "Suhui" memory cried and pretended to kick him. The demon was about to raise his foot, but a dagger came over from behind him in a flash, neat way, and wiped the demon's neck with a knife.

The demon clan fell silently, and Aluojin and Xuan Ji, who were trapped in their own emotions, stared at the person who came numbly, the little prince of the human race, and the sick man "reported the complaint".

The "complaint" wiped the blood from his face, skillfully caught the body of the demon clan, and dragged him aside. It seemed like he had done this a thousand times.

There was a spell of subduing demons on his dagger. He cut off the iron cage that trapped Alujin like cutting melons and vegetables. He took him out with one hand and stuffed him a can of spell: "Go."

Aluojin staggered out a few steps, but found that Sheng Lingyuan had not followed. He turned around in a hurry, but saw Sheng Lingyuan reaching out to cover the girl's eyes, leaning down, and gently saying something in her ear.

The girl was trembling and muttering nonsense unconsciously. Sheng Lingyuan stared at her for a moment, then raised his sword and gave her a pleasure.

The magic of life-threatening magic was cut off by a dagger, and the girl finally got free from the world like a mud, and her eyes were clear for a moment.

I don’t know if there is a spirit underground, she will dare to reincarnate again.

The young man Sheng Lingyuan put down the girl's body and grabbed Aluojin: "What are you doing when you stand there?"

Aluojin was dragged away by him, and his tears could not be wiped clean. He suppressed and choked and begged in a low voice: "I... Woo... I want to cover her with a piece of clothing... Brother, can I cover her with a piece of clothing..."

This is the first time that Alojin calls him with the name "heat", "hatred ghost" and "accusation spirit".

Sheng Lingyuan did not let go or look at him, and said a witch to him quietly.

Xuan Ji couldn't understand Wu Ren's words: "What are you talking to him?"

Sheng Lingyuan did not answer.

What he said at that time was: "One day, I will close all my unjustly death eyes and collect all my bones."

He was arrogant, and this sentence ruined Alujin's life.

The ancestral teachings of the Witch Clan: Never leave Dongchuan forever.

But after this battle, the young patriarch's heart had already floated to the vast and cruel world.
Chapter completed!