Before leaving, Xuan Ji finally swept the building for Xiao Zheng with all his duties. It's strange that Xuan Ji obviously couldn't eat well and sleep these days, and even Lao Xiao said that his condition was like a big smoker in the old society. However, his senses became more and more sharp, and his spiritual consciousness range increased exponentially. Since he returned from Dongchuan, it has expanded to an incredible level. Sitting in his office, he can sweep the entire building.

Wherever he was aware of the spiritual sense, some sensitive and powerful people subconsciously lowered their voices. The golden dragon in the hall lay motionless on the stone pillar, lowered his head, and the green ivy hanging in the aftermath department next door was involuntarily rolled up the leaves.

After checking and confirming that the arrest work at the headquarters had come to an end, Lao Xiao and the others completely controlled the situation and began to interrogate and investigate in an orderly manner. Xuan Ji felt that he had nothing to do and was about to leave early, so he went to the airport. The motivation for figuring out the social instability factor was on the one hand. On the other hand, Xuan Ji found that since he waved goodbye to Sheng Lingyuan, he had been entangled with the "separation anxiety" from the natal sword. Even if he could find something else to divert his attention during the day, he would always be more anxious in his dream. Although he was an invisible person in the dream, he would sometimes use his sword to make the unity like a repeater, and kept talking about His Majesty... or his nickname "Lingyuan".

If this matter is not resolved, Xuan Ji feels that even if he has a staffing in the future, he will not be able to find a partner!

There was no shuttle bus early, and Luo Cuicui refused to miss the opportunity to flatter the leader. She volunteered to drive him back to the city and got off work early. Xuan Ji did not want to let people know where he was going, and second-hand small broken car was seen. He was embarrassed to ask him to spend money on gas, so he said, "It's not going well", and only asked Luo Cuicui to put him in the bus stop at the foot of the mountain.

The two of them followed the social principles of hypocritical social animals and refused for a while. Finally, Luo Cuicui considered that she lived with Director Xuan in the south and north, and had to pay hundreds of dollars for traffic jams during the evening rush hour. She gave three moves, but she didn't "compassionate" Director Xuan and placed Xuan Ji at the bus stop.

After saving money, he was "principled" but he could never save it. Luo Cuicui kept waiting for him until the car came. Zhou Zhou arrived and sent him into the car, and then drove home by himself.

It took two hours to drive from Xishan to the airport. Xuan Ji wanted to open the game to pass the time, but his finger betrayed his will and opened the video that Lao Wang sent him again. After watching it seven or eight times, he came back to his taste and took the phone to his face in frustration.

What is his fault? In the late stage of ecstasy?

Just as he collapsed alone, suddenly, his spiritual consciousness was touched by something.

Um?

Xuan Ji looked up and looked around the west... Headquarters direction?

However, at this time, he had left the Xishan Reserve where the headquarters building of the Extra Control Bureau was located. The roads in the suburbs were smooth and the bus drove like rockets. After a while, he had run at least six or seven kilometers.

Xuan Ji frowned and swayed his head, feeling that he might not have been sleeping well for a few days, except for hallucinations - so far away, if his spiritual sense could feel the movement of the different control bureau again, he would probably have turned into a human-shaped base station.

It's good that I won't have to communicate in the future.

But in case, he still called Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng's phone is busy.

Director Xiao was busy, and there was a mess in the General Administration building. The power system suddenly malfunctioned just now. First, the backup system failed. The entire building was powered off for nearly a minute. Second, the backup system was urgently started, and then the earth-shaking alarm sounded.

“Where does the alarm come from?”

"Sixty floors underground! The restriction was touched!"

Xiao Zheng had just caught a circle of people and was still in a stress state. He was shocked immediately. Seventy or eighty conspiracy theories were instantly rolling through his mind - many things sealed on the sixty floors of underground were extremely dangerous items, and a hair ran out was a disaster. He hurriedly ordered a team of field elites to protect Huang, and he personally led people downstairs.

"The protective shield of area a is complete-"

“There is no abnormality in area b yet.”

"The light is prohibited in area C, the infrared network... Oops, after the power is off, the infrared network is being reset."

The sixty floors underground were waiting for battle, and the atmosphere was as tense as if it was a quarantine area of ​​the Black Death. After Xiao Zheng arrived, his first reaction was to check the mutated mirror flower water moon butterfly. Seeing the butterfly still playing with face change in the glass cover, he briefly breathed a sigh of relief: "How can the power supply be cut off? What are these waste logistics doing?"

At this time, I heard someone say on the radio: "Lock the ban damage outlet, lock the ban damage outlet..."

"Repeat in 14 areas of W, and ask for support from 14 areas of W!"

"Zone w?" A fieldman rushed over there and muttered in wonder, "Isn't Area w a place to collect waste?"

The "W Zone" on the sixty-floor underground floor has been stored and the items that have been treated, but after evaluation, there are still some risks, Xiao Zheng strode into the management room of W Zone and pulled out the administrator who didn't dare to let out the atmosphere. With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that something was wrong - this protective shield was obviously not broken, and many places could not even feel the residual energy.

Xiao Zheng's cold eyes immediately fell on the administrator: "What's going on? How long has the protective shield been repaired?"

The administrator bowed his shoulder and shrank his neck, tried to poke his chin into his chest and committed suicide, stammering: "The dangerous substances in Area W have been dealt with, so..."

"So you can relax?" Xiao Zheng suddenly raised his tone, "I'll ask you how long has it been since you inspected! The maintenance records are brought out."

"Director Xiao, look." A fieldman has already called up the maintenance report of the protective shield in Area W. "The last maintenance of the protective shield has been almost three years now."

Xiao Zheng: "..."

The field is ignorant of human life, and the logistics department is neglected. What mess has the old director left behind?

Seeing that Director Xiao’s volcano was about to explode on the spot, a careless voice came: “Oh, hey, fresh, can you still be stolen in Area W? I haven’t returned to the headquarters for a while. Why, now the new trend of the imperial capital has turned into stealing waste products?”

"Wang Ze," Xiao Zheng's forehead leaped a few times, "What are you messing around here? If you don't help, just get away."

Wang Ze poked his head at the door: "If you have something to say, Director Xiao - did you find out what you lost?"

"Wait a minute, we are in the process of investigation." A field agent who is in the process of investigation of the scene replied.

Wang Ze turned his eyes and walked in. He raised his arm and put it around the trembling administrator's neck, and advised: "Zone W is a waste purchase station. I guess the thief took the wrong move. If you really lose anything, you will not cause serious consequences. If you are dry, you will be careful of your liver..."

"I found it!" A fieldman suddenly interrupted, and the flashlight shot over. He saw that there were small boxes like coffins stored in Area W, painted with white paint, seals engraved on it, and several rows were stored densely. The fieldman pointed at a corner with the flashlight, and suddenly there was a box missing, as if there was a tooth missing.

Xiao Zheng and Wang Ze looked in the direction he pointed, and the next moment, their expressions changed at the same time.

"Report that the lost items are fragments of Zhichun who broke the knife."

Yan Qiushan woke up in Yuyang's hotel. When he opened his eyes, his pupils were like a pair of stones soaked in despair. He stared at the pale ceiling for a while, and the soul trapped in a nightmare was finally settled.

He leaned on the pillow, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and reached out to touch the metal fragments on his chest.

The fragments stained his body temperature and were warm.

Zhichun is an ancient sword spirit. Even if the destroyed sword body is confined to the sixty floors underground, he must be strictly guarded. He will not be free before and after death.

This half-inch-long small piece... is the only one he left.

At this time, the evening was approaching, and the commercial area began to become noisy. There was a sound of blowing the drums coming from somewhere. It was very penetrating, as if it had been lingering in his ears. Yan Qiushan listened intently for a while, and felt that the drums were melodious and soothing at first, and it was so quiet that it could not be said, like a lonely traveler sitting alone in the vast world, Mars drooping at the Thirteen Prefectures [Note], and he was in a daze and did not know where to come.

It's so annoying, no wonder he was so joking about it.

Yan Qiushan turned over and took out a wrinkled soundproof note spell from his outer pocket. After looking at it, it did not fail, so he stuck it on the window to block the sound of the noise.

After washing his face, he accidentally looked into the mirror and found that his eyes were blue and bloodshot, and his beard had not been shaved for a long time. He grew blindly and went in and out like wild grass. He felt that the wanted criminal in the mirror was like a desperate man who could not even see him, so he took out a multi-functional knife from his pocket and shaved his face.

At this time, the door rang, and the blind man's voice came from the door: "Mr. Nian, supper is ready."

Yan Qiushan was distracted and accidentally left a small mouth on his chin.

He blurted out subconsciously, "It's okay."

After saying that, Yan Qiushan was stunned.

The scene that flashed through the dream just now suddenly became clear-

He was originally a person with no rules in life. He used to be a Feng Shen, but was always woken up by emergency tasks. He poured cold water on his head and ran away with casual clothes.

For so many years, Zhichun has been taking care of him in his appearance outside. Zhichun will fold the clothes he wants to wear face up and put them on the head of the bed every day, so that even if he closes his eyes and messes, he will not wear them backwards. Sometimes he will shave him while he is asleep.

He was clumsy at the beginning, but it was not popular to use electric shaver at that time. Zhichun sometimes stared at his sleeping face and was distracted. Yanqiushan was not honest when he was sleeping, and he would scratch his chin if he accidentally scratched his chin. Then Zhichun would blame himself for not being able to get along with him all day. After Yanqiushan got used to it, as long as his chin was hurt when he was half asleep and half awake, he would casually say "It's okay."

The blind man at the door asked in confusion: "What's OK?"

"Nothing." Yan Qiushan's eyes became cold, and he splashed some water casually, wiped away the blood, "Just come."

"The boat is ready, I will leave early tomorrow morning," the blind man whispered to Yan Qiushan, "If you are in Chengdu, you will depend on you..."

A ray of sunlight swept over, and Yanqiushan suddenly shook his soundproof notes on the soundproof notes sticking on the window without wind. His room was on the fourth floor, and a black fog floated out of the air outside the window, and a faint figure appeared on the window. When the man stretched out his hand, several undetectable black air flew out of the room, and bypassed the talismans on the window like thin lines and flew back to his palm.

The black fog and the figure dispersed together. Two minutes later, Yu Yang's "new internet celebrity" Sheng Lingyuan quietly walked out of the back door of the hotel where Yanqiushan and the others were, and was in the coconut wind, preparing to stroll back to the cafe to "open business" to pay for the room fee.

It turns out that this "Mr. Nian" with the blood of the mountain is the legendary Yanqiu Mountain in the Extraordinary Control Bureau.

Sheng Lingyuan just blew the witch man's curse "retour" into "Dreams", and Mr. Nian's memory became a book that opened in front of him - but this "book" can be said to be without a donkey in three papers. There is not much serious work in Yanqiu Mountain's dream, which makes His Majesty quite irritable.

Impatiently, Sheng Lingyuan chewed the dream he had just seen.

Yanqiu Mountain was born in a so-called "special energy family". Their ancestors should have a mixed bloodline of mountain people and several demon races. They have not had special energy people for two generations and live an ordinary life. However, Yanqiu Mountain is not sure whether it is a return to the ancestor or what. It is very talented. Sheng Lingyuan estimated that his talent was close to the first generations of Qingpingsi half-demons. He was still young. If he could practice hard for one or two hundred years, he might become a climate.

Unfortunately, this person is delusional and affectionate, and his heart of Tao has been destroyed, and he will have no future in this life.

Zhichun is an ancient sword inherited from the Yan family. Because the inheritance has been broken several times, no one knows the origin of the sword. The sword spirit has been sleeping and is used as an antique by the Yan family in a glass cabinet. Yan Qiushan fell seriously ill when he was two years old and was particularly able to awaken, and he melted all the metal products in the house into pioneer artworks, awakening the spirit who had been sleeping in the ancient sword for thousands of years and recognized him.

Zhichun's sword body has a long history and the sword spirit is in its prime, but for some reason, it seems that it has never passed away. At first, he was confused and as simple as paper, and he can't even speak. His intelligence level is just in line with his little master who is learning to speak. No one should think of anyone being stupid.

Each person and a knife depend on each other, from the time they were young, to the ripples of each other, and then to the point of being in love... Sheng Lingyuan had no objection to the little bit of love for men and women, but in Yanqiushan's dream for half an hour, these things were all over the place, making the dreamer extremely bored, and almost wanted to wake him up and sleep again.

But the knife in his dream called "Zhichun" was a bit interesting.

The last weapon refining master of Gaoshanren who could be used, was the adopted son of Gaoshan King buried in Yuyang Sea. He once served as a hostage in Sheng Lingyuan. Gaoshan King gave him the surname "Wei" and his name was "Yun".

After Weiyun's death, marmoset blood and marmoset fat became more and more rare, and the art of refining weapons gradually declined. Later, Sheng Lingyuan destroyed the Gaoshan royal family and burned all the three thousand classics of marmoset skills. By the time he abdicated twenty years later, this technology had been lost.

A beautiful sword spirit like "Zhichun" should be the sword before that era.

That's really old.

For more than three thousand years, the body of the weapon has not been damaged, and the sword spirit is no different from that of the real person. The pile of weapon spirits in Chiyuan, although they are all broken, are still sane for so many years, and they must have been selected from the top in a hundred years. With this "Zhu" state, they can definitely be called a "peerless magic weapon".

But why hasn't he heard of it before?

Which master's work is it?

When the evening breeze blew, it was obviously not cold, but Sheng Lingyuan began to have a headache. He couldn't remember when this migraine had a problem. It was like a gangrene attached to the bone, which was brought by life and taken away by death, endlessly. Moreover, since he went to Chiyuan and gained nothing, he had a headache more frequently these days.

He couldn't help but walk faster and faster. Suddenly, with a "click", Sheng Lingyuan paused slightly. When he lowered his head, he found that the stone slab under his feet had been trampled on by him.

"Suhuihui" will indeed have some influence on the master of the curse, but Yanqiushan is just a mortal who has practiced for less than twenty or thirty years. In the eyes of Sheng Lingyuan, his spiritual consciousness is not much stronger than ant, and it is impossible to affect him at all. Besides, His Majesty is heartless and ruthless, and is a natural anti-social, and his emotions have long been cut off. For the joys and sorrows of the world, he has to force himself to not be drowsy and drowsy, so how can he be touched?

What made him suddenly become so impatient? Is the thin alpine bloodline of Yanqiushan?

Sheng Lingyuan looked back at the direction of the South China Sea, smelled the unique fishy smell of the sea water, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent that surged in his heart.

Yu Yang... was called Gaoling in ancient times, and this was really one of the few places he didn't want to come to the most.

Yu Yang might also become one of Xuan Ji's blacklists. He was mixed in the middle of a tour group and was thinking about how to say hello to Gu Yuexi who was looking at him in surprise one meter away.

Captain 2, such a coincidence?

Just after coming back from a business trip, you also took advantage of the weekend to go to the south to avoid the cold waves?

Isn't it? I took the Red Eye flight overnight to save money.

After thinking about it, it was embarrassing, so Xuan Ji had to accept his fate. He forced a smile like periodontal inflammation, and waved to Gu Yuexi dryly.

Damn, it would be better to fly over by yourself if I had known it.

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