Xuan Ji stepped forward: "Hey, you..."

Gu Yuexi looked over at first sight and didn't know what she saw through Sheng Lingyuan, and a look of horror appeared on her face.

"Don't touch it," Sheng Lingyuan's meridians were broken, and his breath was trembling, but it blocked his hand, "I... cough, blood."

Xuan Ji choked, and his fingers that had already touched his shoulders retracted into his sleeves, turned around and shouted, "Old Wang, come here and help!"

But before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan completely lost his intuition and hit him in his hand.

Xuan Ji should have avoided it, but his hands betrayed his will. He subconsciously met up and caught Sheng Lingyuan with one hand.

Very hot.

"What do I need to do? Should I send it to the hospital? But the hospital major seems to be incorrect. Can I cure the sword spirit?" Wang Ze came over and grabbed his hair. He didn't know which brain circuit was shorted again. "This... can't I have an MRI in this case?"

"You can't put it in the microwave." Xuan Ji came to his senses and said angrily, "Go and help me open the car door."

After saying that, before Wang Ze reached out to take it, he carefully noticed whether there was any blood leaking from Sheng Lingyuan's body, leaned over and picked up Sheng Lingyuan, and put it in a van.

Wang Ze retracted his hand and muttered inexplicably: "When I called me, didn't I say I'd 'put my hand'?"

The van didn't know which restaurant to deliver seafood, and the taste was not very good. Fortunately, even the artificial leather seats seemed soft enough to the ancients. Sheng Lingyuan unconsciously opened his eyes when he was moved, and his body instinctively tense. However, from the perspective of the difficult view of opening a gap, he happened to see the dawn of Dongchuan. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly forgot when he was when he was, and then fell into a deeper coma.

The half-down car seat gently wrapped him, and his divine thoughts returned to the unreachable witch tribe with the ashes blown away by the wind.

My childhood memories are like the sea water in the cold winter, splashing with the waves.

He remembered that he had injuries on his body that time, unlike this time, his internal organs were burned and his whole body was burning. That time he felt very cold and felt that his blood was about to dry up. The old patriarch of the Witch Clan put him in his cloak and carefully carried him up the mountain. The Great Sage's wooden house was warm and dry, filled with the breath of licorice... It was so warm that it broke the tense strings in his heart.

I don't know how long he was awakened by the crisp childish voice. A child pretended to be careless and walked around under his window, humming nursery rhymes that he couldn't understand, trying to attract his attention. It was also dawn. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the brilliant sunset pulling out a golden line from the top of the mountain, and then it was out of control, splashing half of the hillside in luxury. There was a thick pear tree in the back window of the wooden house, which was lush regardless of seasons, half blooming with flowers and half hanging with fruits. Then someone began to enter and exit the outer room, and the wooden door creaked "squeaking". Every time he opened the door, the tempting fruit fragrance would take the opportunity to drill into the house, like the child singing, fearing that others would not know that they were cute.

The pear trees planted by the Great Sage bear the fruits as big as fists, half of which were distributed to the tribe members and half of which were stolen for Aluojin.

The boy climbed up the tree like a monkey, and he would eat it again and again every time. When he was full, he would strip his clothes, revealing his back, which was sun-tanned into wheat, and walked barefoot with his shirtlessness. He took it to the small cave outside the altar and dried it into dried pears, thinking that no one knew.

There is a cold pond under the altar. Sheng Lingyuan is greedy for coolness and likes to have fun nearby. When he is tired of studying, he goes to Aluojin's "treasure house" to touch a handful of pears. His Majesty refuses to be a thief, and he touches it openly and never deliberately hides his traces. Unfortunately, Aluojin has been as cautious as a fight and has never found that he has fewer collections.

"Brother Lingyuan, come and see, I stole the Great Saint's human-faced butterfly!"

"Why... why are you still out of the circle? Go back quickly and find a fight?"

"Hey, just don't tell my dad, I'll take it and don't let it go. Brother, do you think this thing can really summon ghosts and gods and resurrect the dead?"

"Die is death. People die like lamps. Ghosts and gods are all made up by people to deceive themselves."

"Then... if you die, won't you have nothing? Can you not die?"

"What are you saying? Everyone will die unless..."

"Unless something?"

"Unless the living beings become demons."

"Really!" Little Aluojin was shocked, and his eyes flashed, "Isn't that amazing?"

"Children, what's so great about this?" The grown-up prince of the human race smiled, but Aluojin refused to give up on this topic and insisted on asking questions, so he couldn't even read the book.

"Why? Brother Lingyuan, why isn't he powerful enough to live for a long time?"

"Because there is no good thing in the world that lasts long, I heard that the most beautiful flowers will have to wait a long time to bloom, once in a lifetime, and will be in a moment. When the most alive person dies, he recalls his life, and there are only a few happy things that are fleeting like stone fire. My teacher said that only those who cannot live or die can live without old age - stop talking nonsense, send the butterfly back to the Great Sage, and children talk about life and death without any trouble. Don't you know the taboos? You are still early to die."

"Brother Lingyuan, why should we be taboo to life and death? Why can't we last for a long time? Oh, you're confused. Brother, tell me again, what does 'life become a demon' mean?...Don't leave, brother!"

But that was a long time ago...a long time ago.

Who knew that this life was so short and so long.

Xuan Ji put down Sheng Lingyuan and found that when the man opened his eyes just now, his eyes were confused for a moment, then his eyelashes slowly sank. His eyebrows and eyes stretched out, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Xuan Ji was stunned, but before he could see clearly, the smile disappeared again. It was like a flower that had bloomed once in a lifetime, withering in the blink of an eye.

His ears were very sharp. When he got closer, he heard a strange sound from Sheng Lingyuan. Like the rustling sound of the last layer of thin ice on the river surface when spring was warm. Xuan Ji reached out his hand through his sleeves, trying to find the source of the sound, but Gu Yuexi shouted: "Wait, Director Xuan, don't touch it!"

Gu Yuexi stepped into the car and looked at Sheng Lingyuan quietly curled up in the back seat with awe through half a step.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ze immediately poked his head out of the car window, "Yue'er, what did you see?"

"His bones and internal organs were burned by lightning," Gu Yuexi half-kneeled, her voice pressing down very low, as if she was afraid of disturbing something. "Now she is repairing herself quickly, and her meridians are reshaping... It's so magical. Shouldn't the body of the spirit of the weapon be similar to that of a human?"

Xuan Ji felt a sudden heart: "Do you know the spirit of the weapon very well?"

The ancient method of refining weapons to make spirits has been lost for thousands of years. He thought that no one could understand it now and then he would be fooled. He would not be able to see anything, right?

"No, there is very little information left. I just knew a sword spirit before... It turns out that the weapon spirit and the weapon spirit are different," Gu Yuexi stared at Sheng Lingyuan in a flash. "My eyes can see the abnormal energy of the special talented people. Different spells have different colors and textures. I have never seen such pure black superpowers."

Xuan Ji has excellent psychological quality and can barely keep his smile - pure black supernatural power... Isn't that the demonic energy on the devil's body?

Before Xuan Ji could adjust his mental state, Zhang Zhao next to him asked heartlessly: "Sister, didn't you say that the energy of the devil summoned by the gloomy sacrifice in Chiyuan Hospital is also black?"

"It's different. The superpower on that person's body is an empty black mist, just like the demon who was chasing us just now, but he..." Gu Yuexi looked at Sheng Lingyuan and murmured, "The superpower on his body is purer and thicker in texture. It is composed of many small black characters, densely packed, I can't see clearly... Hum? This is..."

With a few words, Sheng Lingyuan's body, which was struck by lightning, had been repaired by itself. Gu Yuexi gradually saw a clear blood flow and a gradually formed heart, and a little flame suddenly appeared on her heart, and she didn't know what it was.

The perspective eye was involuntarily attracted by the blazing light. Before she could see clearly, Gu Yuexi's eyes suddenly felt a sharp sting, as if a steel needle was pierced directly into the eyeball. Even though she was calm and calm, she could bear the pain very much, and she screamed in a short time and covered her eyes.

"Sister Yuexi!"

"Yue'er!"

Gu Yuexi's physiological tears instantly surged out. With this rush, the sharp stinging pain slightly relieved. She blinked carefully a few times, opened her eyes, but showed a look of shock - only the man's body that could not see any scars in front of her, and she could no longer see anything in her perspective.

Peeping is prohibited.

Gu Yuexi opened her mouth and wanted to explain a few words to her colleague who was worried about her, but found that she had lost her voice.

No leakage.

Even the demon could not forbid her to spy. What kind of sword is this?

Xuan Ji's gaze fell on her in confusion: "Captain 2?"

"Nothing," Gu Yuexi suddenly didn't dare to look at Sheng Lingyuan more, "I used too much to see through today, and I was a little overdrawn - his self-repair is almost done, so it should be fine. Director, don't worry... Let's find a way to repair the car first."

When Xuanji set up the array, the entire box of mineral water and a van's water tank evaporated. The warm water vapor was filled with around it, like a steamer. Wang Ze gathered the water vapor together and hung it on the roof of the van. When it cooled, he poured them back into the car water tank.

Although this bread looks a little older, it is unexpectedly "heavier and stronger". It jumps and runs all the way, but Gu Yuexi breaks her belly and puts it back again. It can still run well when the return trip.

"I heard that Director Xiao was struck by lightning." Wang Ze called the colleague who cleaned the scene and turned around and said to the others. Seeing that everyone showed strange expressions, he quickly pointed to his face, "No... Comrades, please look at his serious expression. I said it literally, and didn't scold him."

Xuan Ji paused his hands with smoke.

Zhang Zhao looked through his phone in wonder: "I wanted to say that Dongchuan has been sunny these days, so where does the thunder come from? Besides, Director Xiao himself is just a lightning system, how can he be struck by lightning?"

"This is not the point," Gu Yuexi frowned, "How is the person?"

"Luckily it's a lightning system, otherwise everyone would have to hold a memorial service for him tomorrow." Wang Ze sighed, "I'm sent to the hospital now, but my colleague who just accompanied me said that the situation is quite stable and there is no big problem."

When everyone heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief. Xuan Ji looked at them and thought with relief: "The special forces are still a bit comrade-in-arms."

Zhang Zhao patted his chest: "I'm so scared. What if Dad Xiao really has any problems? What if our budget exceeds our budget in the future? Who can I go?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

Wang Ze said a few words, roughly the story of what happened on the Wu Ren Tomb, and then turned around and asked Xuan Ji: "By the way, Director Xuan, did your sword spirit just say that he had put some thunder talisman? I heard it right."

Xuan Ji rubbed his eyebrows: "Well, he must have done something on Aluojin's corpse, deliberately staying there waiting for the man who manipulated the gloomy sacrifice to take the bait. However, it seems that the one caught was just a clone. The clone was struck by lightning, and the real body could still call us to cheat us. When you go back, you can check where the phone call came from just now."

Seeing that his face was wrong, Gu Yuexi asked sensitively: "What's wrong?"

"Arojin - the devil just now. He said that the person who set up the gloomy sacrifice wanted the Chiyuan Fire to burn again. There were many nouns mentioned in it, which I didn't understand very much. The pronunciation was close to the 'demon clan', 'shadow clan' and 'high mountain clan'... Don't ask me what these are, I don't know," Xuan Ji shook his head with a lot of thought, "I suspect this matter is not over yet."

Will the Chiyuan Fire burn back again, and will it really be like Alojin said, back to the Kyushu before the melee?

He couldn't help but look at Sheng Lingyuan. Sheng Lingyuan quietly curled up on the half-down seat, closed his eyes, but his head turned out of the window, as if he was nostalgic for something.

The day in Dongchuan has begun, and fireworks have been steaming at major breakfast stalls. The early signs of the morning rush hour have slowed down their return journey a lot.

When we arrived at the hotel, we saw a large group of people surrounding the mall downstairs, as if we were talking about the "collapse" of the floor. Several fieldworkers were veterans who were in charge of killing and burying. They all pretended not to see it. They returned the car without knowing it and quietly slipped back.

As the head of the aftermath department, Xuan Ji was consciously taking on his duties that were not his own, so he would openly neglect his duties and follow a few Feng Shens.

He put Sheng Lingyuan back to the hotel and tried his temperature, but it was no longer hot.

Fortunately, Xuan Ji thought, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

Sheng Lingyuan's body is strong and weak. Compared to the jade carved doll in Chiyuan, he will bleed, be injured, have a fever, and he can't escape the wounds of the mortal body. However, Chiyuan's fire cannot be destroyed, and Alojink, who is also a monster, will cause wrath of heaven and earth, and can even prevent the perspective eye from spying unconsciously. When Gu Yuexi uses the perspective eye ability, her pupils will transform into vertical pupils, but she just stared at Sheng Lingyuan halfway, and her eyes suddenly sting, and then the vertical pupils returned to normal state. Xuan Ji guessed that her perspective eye should have been forcibly blocked.

This Emperor of Human Emperor is neither a god nor a human, neither a life nor a death, and he simply doesn’t know what it is.

Xuan Ji made a cup of tea for himself, took a simple shower in the early morning, leaning against another bed, trying to close his eyes and rest for a moment, but when he closed his eyes, the back in front of him always appeared in front of him, which could not be removed.

Why did he block it?

He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he took out his phone and found a copy of "Records of Emperor Wu of Qi" on the reading software, and paid for it.

It is said that although this is a popular reading material, it was written by an old expert in ancient history, with solid proof and reliable test. As soon as he opened the book seal, the portrait of Emperor Wu of the history book, jumped out. Xuan Ji couldn't help but glance at Sheng Lingyuan, shrank his phone into the quilt, and held it in his palm in his hand to look... It was obviously a serious science reading material, and his reading posture was like peeking at Xiao Huang's book on the subway.

"...Wu Emperor Sheng Xiao was born in the first battle of Pingyuan. Some people said that he was 'broken in response to the disaster'. The tragic battle kicked off the prelude to the twenty years of war. Emperor Ping, who was personally expedition, died in battle, the dynasty withered, and the newborn prince was also lost in the hasty defeat of the emperors, generals and ministers, and was only found by the ministers two years later."

"It is unknown what kind of process he has experienced. How did the court officials at that time determine the true identity of the little prince? No relevant historical materials have been found. There has always been a saying in the academic community that Emperor Wu is not the legitimate son of Emperor Ping Empress Chen, otherwise his later act of killing his mother would be too anti-human."

"I personally believe that this speculation lacks evidence."

"First of all, there are indeed relevant records in "Qi Shu" that "Empress Chen is pregnant". According to the birth time, it is inferred with Sheng Xiao's birth record. In addition, the statement that "Cat Fresh Prince" is difficult to establish a foothold, because before Sheng Xiao, Empress Chen had another son named Sheng Wei. The biological brother of Emperor Wu was three years older than him, weak and sickly, but he was very lucky. He lived to adulthood in troubled times and was later named King Ning. There was no need for Empress Chen to fake other people's children in order to consolidate his status. It would be even more unreasonable to give up his parents and children and pass the throne to fake children."

"To sum up, although some 'fans' emotionally cannot accept Sheng Xiao's killing of his mother and propose various hypotheses to try to rationalize it, there is no sufficient evidence to support it. Looking at Emperor Wu's life, there are highlights when the enemy uses his body as bait to prevent the people of a city from being slaughtered, and there are also dark side of tyranny and bloodthirsty and relatives who do not recognize him. We should look at historical figures from a more objective and fair perspective..."

The author's historical view in the next chapter, Xuan Ji skipped it with a glance, turned to the next chapter, and saw the author quoted a personality psychologist's evaluation-

"According to legend, although Sheng Xiao was born in war and grew up in the army, his personal living habits were very delicate and he had a strong desire to control. It was mentioned in "Qi Shu - Emperor Wu Chapter" that Sheng Xiao hated being disheveled very much. In addition to the days of being displaced when he was a teenager, even if his biological mother asked for a meeting, she had to wait for her to take a shower and change clothes and clean before she was willing to show up. Once she was seriously ill and fell into a coma for three days. The first thing she did after waking up was to leave her left and right and take care of her personal image. This seemed to be a kind of compensation for his lack of fixed place in his early years and his infinite out of control of the environment..."

Xuan Ji's eyes stayed on "I really hate the disheveled clothes" for a moment, and his eyes floated to Sheng Lingyuan's straw-woven robe and messy hair. Then he climbed up by a tragic spell, went into the bathroom, soaked the towel, and thought while adjusting the water temperature: "What is this? Am I sick... tsk, no, I'm a kind of revenge, and revenge."

Director Xuan, who had "clear grudges", thought seriously, "wei Guangzheng" and came to the bed with a big wet towel. After carefully studying how the straw woven robe of the "Ancients" was tied for a long time, he finally found the complicated belt buckle.

"I'm not a hooligan." Xuan Ji thought while solving it, "I'll just look at the injuries he was stabbed when the formation was backfired..."

A pale hand suddenly grabbed his pulse.

Xuan Ji: "..."
Chapter completed!