Xuan Ji was choked by his saliva. Influenced by the messy inheritance, this person's thoughts were severely declining. He heard the words "follow me first" and "training", and he thought wrongly.

"I just want you to follow me for a while and teach you some tricks to save your life on the spot," Sheng Lingyuan narrowed his eyes, "Why are you panic?"

Xuan Ji: "I don't have it, I'll suffer... cough cough cough cough cough... flattered..."

He tried to pretend to be calm and looked back at Sheng Lingyuan. Unexpectedly, the pair of dark and bottomless eyes on the pair of pairs of black and bottomless eyes immediately trembled like a swing, and his eyes fell to his heels. Xuan Ji's left brain tried desperately to cool himself down and reminded himself to calm down, while the right brain only had a sentence "follow me", burning the fire to the sky spirit cover, and the two sides were flowing unevenly, causing a tornado to immediately start, and the parts on their necks basically lost their physiological functions.

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him and felt that the little demon had more and more suspicious points.

First of all, Xuan Ji has mastered too many things that he shouldn't have known - after all, the Vermillion Bird bone was sealed at the end of Qizheng's fifth year. At that time, the demon clan declined, the mountain people and the witch tribe no longer existed, and the mermaids were hard to find. Even if there are "wordless books" in the clan, they cannot pass on so many minor magic techniques in every corner.

Second, it is also what makes His Majesty the most doubtful. His body is raised in the back by the Fire Guardian clan in the ancient method of "living souls and raising corpses", and needs to be absorbed with "natal essence". The body he raises for years and often appears as "natal weapon". Xuan Ji's "natal weapon" is a sword, which is a "natal weapon" that only those who belong to metal in the natal world have.

But how could the Vermillion Bird bone seal and the Chiaoru Earth Vein produce "gold" attributes other than "thunder and fire"?

Sheng Lingyuan lowered his head and stood up, pretending not to care about Xuan Ji's crampage, walked towards the door: "It's late at night, so I won't disturb you from resting."

Xuan Ji couldn't help but turn his head and chased Sheng Lingyuan's back. Just as he was about to ask him where to stay, he saw Sheng Lingyuan suddenly remembering something, and turned his head and said, "By the way, do you know what 'shadowman' is?"

Xuan Ji was stunned. "Shadow Man" Sheng Lingyuan just mentioned a sentence, and it seemed to be one of the three "humanoid races". Before that, Xuan Ji had never heard of this entry, but it should be because of the "inheritance". His current brain is now like a search engine. When he enters keywords, the relevant memories will automatically pop up.

Xuan Ji blurted out: "Shadowman...Shadowman is said to be a race with no clan, no parents, no name, no rule of law". Because he could pass through the stones in the water like a shadow when he was young, he was named "Shadowman"... right?"

Witch people are good at cursing, and mountain people are good at refining weapons. As for "shadow people", it can be said that they are good at everything and are not good at anything. Because this is a special race - it is hard to even say that it is a race. They do not live with the same race, and there is almost no concept of "same race". This is "no clan".

The Shadow tribe people are responsible for their childbirth and do not care about raising them. When newborns are born, they will throw them into the ground. They will grow up at will. They will live if they can grow up, and die if they cannot grow up. Therefore, they are said to have no parents.

The young Shadow tribe members were not distinguished from male or female, nor had human figures. They usually parasitize on rocks like shadows, and could live for about twenty or thirty years, and then naturally disintegrate and transform into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They grew silently like plants and trees, withering silently, and reincarnation in life and death, without names or surnames.

If a filmmaker wants to continue to live after his "baby years", he must "recognize the master". Recognizing the master is the only way to survive and also the instinct of the filmmaker. After finding a suitable master, the filmmaker will develop a body and self, and his personality and appearance are strictly according to the owner's preferences. Generally, the owner regards himself as a race and gains the power of the race. The owner likes the kind of person they will grow up according to the master's will. In the past, the filmmaker was also called "shadow slave" - ​​this is "unconventional".

For such filmmakers, the owner has full control. The filmmakers will usually be buried with them and die with the owner. Unless the owner orders the filmmakers to live as inheritance, as the filmmakers of the family's inheritance, sometimes their lifespan is even over a thousand years, and they can last until the family's children are broken. After the owner dies, the filmmakers will completely inherit the owner's memory and will and become a living tablet.

These new memories are very complicated, but Xuan Ji still grasped the key points: so on, the inheritance of the filmmaker is also similar to the "wordless book".

Why did he suddenly mention the filmmaker?

Although his lust made him dizzy, Xuan Ji's reaction was still unhappy, but it was too late. In just a blink of an eye, Sheng Lingyuan was approaching. Xuan Ji had no time to dodge and was surrounded by black fog. In a shock, he suddenly appeared in the clan emblem on his eyebrows, and his back was about to spread out from his shoulder blades, but Sheng Lingyuan pressed it back with one hand.

With a "squeeze", Sheng Lingyuan's hand that forced his wings to burn was burnt. Xuan Ji was startled and took the flame back in panic. Then he was forced to avoid it by the enlarged face in front of him, and his mind was blank. Then, his cold lips fell down, and his equally cold hands forced open Xuan Ji's jaw. Something soft swept across the tip of his tongue, and even paused for a while, savored it carefully for a moment...

Shadow people can be no different from ordinary people, but the tongue is transformed by parasitic things when they were young, as cool as dead objects, or there are sand, gravel and grass, which can be distinguished by taste.

The little demon was obviously scared. Although his tongue was stiff, it was as hot as boiling... Well, it seemed that he was not a shadow man.

It's good if you're not a filmmaker.

Sheng Lingyuan let go of the "wooden chicken" in his hand and was entertained by Xuan Ji's expression that seemed to be a heavenly tribulation: "What, you..."

As soon as he spoke, Xuan Ji suddenly came to his senses and brute force pushed him a few steps away.

Director Xuan's face, which had always been big-tailed, turned red quickly, and blood dyed his auricle and neck out of control, almost spraying out of his eyes.

"Oh, why are you so annoyed? The Vermillion Bird Bone Seal actually gives birth to spiritual intelligence, which is really beyond my expectations," the demon who had just finished acting like a gangster landed lightly and smiled like nothing happened. "There are rumors that the Shadow Clan originated in Nanming Valley - Chiyuan. Later, because of some reason, she was expelled by the Vermillion Bird clan, and then she was scattered in the world. I don't know whether it is true or false. The inheritance method of your clan's "wordless book" is too similar to that of the shadow man, and I have to consider this possibility."

Xuan Ji's gaze was on fire and then involuntarily fell on Sheng Lingyuan's lips, and rolled away as if he was scalded. He subconsciously held his breath, feeling the blood in his body evaporated from his pores, his face turned from red to white, and he brought a little dismal embarrassment for no reason.

Sheng Lingyuan thought it was fun to tease him at first, but at this time he observed his expression and looked at his expression, but his heart moved slightly and found that his panic might have some different meaning.

His Majesty has been in power for more than 20 years and has seen all kinds of debauchery. Of course, it’s not that he doesn’t know the wind and the moon, but he regards these as trivial things and is too lazy to take them into his heart. Looking at Xuan Ji’s reaction, he was ridiculous and ridiculous at first. Unexpectedly, this fire guardian not only refused to fast, but also had no concentration, and could be fascinated by the appearance.

Immediately afterwards, Sheng Lingyuan couldn't laugh out loud again - he thought that this little demon didn't even know how to enter into a basic meditation. There is no need to be pure in the six senses, but at least the stability of the Taoist mind is necessary. Otherwise, even if he can mobilize the thunder and earth fire, a illusion can trap him in it. He doesn't care whether the Taoist mind is stable or not, and the Chiyuan seal can be tied to the hands of these two swords.

There are only one single seedling left for thirty-six fire-guarding people, but this little devil is scrambling to live by "inheritance"!

Xuan Ji's brain was failing to restart, and when he saw Sheng Lingyuan remembering something, he blinked his fingers at him from afar. Xuan Ji's numb limbs did not respond and could not dodge. He watched a white light sink into his eyebrows.

"I don't ask you to do the world or your own life, just use your snacks." Sheng Lingyuan said this in anger and said nothing, and opened the door and went out.

The hospitalization department of the special care unit often needs to live in some special talents with strange shapes. There are special protective arrays on the walls, and the sound insulation effect is too superior. If Xuan Ji doesn't make any noise, there will be only the sound of the air conditioner and his heartbeat in the room - the heartbeat sound is loud and the gongs and drums are loud. If you hit the microphone on your chest, you can directly serve as accompaniment drum beats for the small square dance group.

Xuan Ji stood there for a while and finally found his numb hands and feet. He walked around the ward like a donkey pulling a mill, making himself dizzy and furious: This is outrageous!

Can the Human Emperor be so arrogant that he can't act like a hooligan? This is impolite and obscene! He should have filmed a video and reported to the police... No, he should have directly roasted the old devil to five-quarters of cooked food!

Xuan Ji looked down at his hands with hatred eyes. His hands were still shaking now. These chicken claws that were scattered inside and outside actually developed a rebellious ambition. He ignored the owner's wishes and almost took his own initiative to pull Sheng Lingyuan over, afraid that it was not just about trying to make a difference!

He fell on the hospital bed and screamed. He leaned over to the sky and the earth and stole the body on the bed, illuminating his belly and letting the air conditioner blow.

The air conditioner lived up to his expectations and blew hard to him. He quickly blew him into a cold heart. Then he calmed down slightly. Xuan Ji subconsciously touched his eyebrows.

Before the fingertips touched the forehead, I heard a soft shout in my ear: "Concentrate—"

Xuan Ji: "Damn it! Who are you?"

The voice ignored him and began to recite like a phone answering machine: "This is the "Tianxin Jue", a total of three chapters, observe the sea of ​​consciousness and eliminate distracting thoughts..."

Xuan Ji listened intently for a moment, and his heart that had just calmed down began to burn again - this time he was angry, and the old devil left him a tutorial on entering the meditation! It was still introductory!

Who do you think of this?

He was a little angry and poked his eyebrows. Unexpectedly, this thing was not closed and was not affected at all. The straightforward voice seemed to be chanting scriptures.

"Damn it," Xuan Ji grabbed his hair irritably, thinking, "How can I pause this?"

The audio tutorial seemed to know that he would have this question. After reciting the preface, he kindly reminded: "This technique has entered your sea of ​​consciousness. Just enter into meditation and sink into the sea of ​​consciousness and you can remove it."

Xuan Ji: "..."

In other words, if he can't learn to enter into meditation, this thing will keep playing in his ears.

Xuan Ji couldn't bear it anymore: "Are you crazy?"

Sheng Lingyuan flew past the night, and heard the sound from the night wind from afar, with a smile on his face.

This kind of thing is similar to the principle of "transmitting the voice into the room". It just bypasses the human ear and sends it directly into the sea of ​​consciousness, which is harmless to people and will not arouse the backlash of the power of the vermilion bird on the little demon. It is most suitable to deal with such an ignorant little ghost. He was...

then……

Sheng Lingyuan's thoughts of reminiscing were just around the corner of his eyes, and his thoughts were suddenly cut off by a sharp pain. The smile on his eyes instantly frozen. He frowned and passed through a ball of black mist. His steps staggered slightly, just landing in front of the small shop where he was boarding a few days ago.

The store was closed, and a halo was revealed in the crack of the door. It should be that the owner was checking out. Sheng Lingyuan stood at the door holding the street light for a while. The sudden migraine passed and took away the blood color left on his face.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door of the shop.

The shop owner yawned while opening the door. Seeing that it was him, he was neither surprised nor asked him what he had been missing for two days and two nights. He just said with a familiar word: "'Brother Youcai' is back. I will finish the accounts and make you drink. It just so happened that the materials were not used up today."

The store was small and warm, with dim light falling on the wooden tables and chairs. Sheng Lingyuan entered the door and sat on the wooden chair he used to sit on - a few days ago he sat here to carve small pieces for the guests. He has not done anything for many years and his skills are a little unfamiliar, but the young people who came to the store were happy and didn't pick him.

The owner looked careless and careless, claiming to be a "sexy man". When he met a good-looking customer, he would be exempted from the bill. He could not settle the bill every day. After the store closed, he had to do some other work to subsidize the family income. He took in a stranger and didn't ask what his name was. He was very familiar with "talented brother", "big brother", "handsome guy" and so on. Most of the visitors came to travel, and put the worries and sorrows of livelihood at home for a short time, leaving only a lazy vacation atmosphere left on his body, which was the world that Sheng Lingyuan had never thought of.

Sheng Lingyuan sat down: "You seem to have never asked me about my origin."

"Why do you know so many things? I'm a store owner and don't collect stories." The owner answered indifferently, not knowing who was sending a voice message to, and then lowered his head and said to his phone, "What's the point of Yu Yang... What's the point of going abroad? You two can take advantage of the holiday, so I'll pay."

When he put down his phone, he found Sheng Lingyuan looking at him. The owner laughed, and his unreliable aura followed Yahuazi and said, "My parents, the old couple, still think I am a programmer in a big city. They quit their jobs three years ago and were full of troubles. Seeing that this place is good, they opened a store to settle here. You can't let them come here for travel, otherwise it will be easy to get into trouble. After all, we are now considered a well-known internet celebrity store in the local area. Thank you, talented brother."

Sheng Lingyuan smiled: "I'm leaving."

The owner was stunned for a moment.

"Thank you for taking in, I'll say goodbye."

"Ah... this is also, it's all about wandering people in the world, and they're all about the fate of the world... and they're about the fate of the people." The owner rubbed his hands, "Then I... would I make a cup of Irish coffee for you to try? I just learned online-"

"No need to worry," Sheng Lingyuan's eyes fell on the Duobao Pavilion at the door of his store. "If possible, can that be given to me?"

The shop owner followed his gaze and saw a wooden carving ornament on the top floor of Duobao Pavilion, which was carved with a fat bird chasing butterfly. The fat bird is a cartoon shape of a "q version". He bought it online for ten yuan. He had to carve but no carving, and it was interesting but no fun. The layman could also see that it was shoddy.

The owner suddenly remembered that when this "talented gentleman" first came, he seemed to be attracted by the small ornament.

He took the wood carving off, took out a tissue, wiped the floating soil on it, and handed it to Sheng Lingyuan: "Why do you like it? This thing is not an antique. I think it's not as good as you improvised it yourself."

"You're destined to be," Sheng Lingyuan gently touched the fat bird's head, "I felt friendly after seeing it for no reason."

"Or you can take that beast away together, no matter how others don't swear..."

"Let's go now? Can't you stay there for a whole night... Hey, can I put your photos on the display shelf there?"

"When I come to Yu Yang to come and have fun again, if my store doesn't go bankrupt, you can get a free meal!"

Sheng Lingyuan put the small wood carving in his arms, waved his hand to the shop owner, and walked towards the beach.

At midnight, the sound of the silence rose from the seaside, gradually merged with the sound of the waves, lingering at the end of the coconut forest. The sea birds fell on the beach not far away and stopped quietly. The sea breeze swept away the thin clouds, the stars fell, and a crescent moon hung on the sea, falling like a ball.

This is a quiet, a quiet night.

Such a beautiful night, Director Xuan was played in the online course in the special hospital... No, the tutorial made him □□, all four things were empty, and he tried all the tricks he could think of, but he couldn't get it.

The tutorials talk about entry-level basic common sense. No matter how hard Xuan Ji is, he can understand it. If he cannot enter, it is a physiological defect, not a technical problem.

The old devil is just messing with him.

Seeing the sky clear outside the window, the sky was getting whiter. Xuan Ji, who had been tossed by the magic sound for a night, was helpless. He was finally forced to surrender and got up and set off.

He used to record the maximum of five minutes of meditation. Once the five minutes arrived, he would definitely be interrupted by a sudden panic. Xuan Ji closed his eyes and glanced at the electronic watch on the wall, sighed, followed the audio without hope to eliminate distracting thoughts, his heartbeat clamoring in his ears sinks, the noise around him gradually faded, and the spiritual platform was clear, leaving only the straightforward audio, pulling his consciousness down like a guide.

Xuan Ji treated the dead horse as a living horse and was ready to be interrupted at any time. However, this time, the familiar palpitations did not come again. His consciousness sank to the place he had passed since, as if the resistance to not allowing him to explore the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared.

Xuan Ji inexplicably came to the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness and saw an iron gate - he was surprised to find that it was the iron prison gate he had dreamed of before, but the blood-red seal on the door disappeared.

A shallow mark happened to hit the iron gate, like floating soil, and it fell off with a glance. It should be the pass point of the annoying "tutorial". Sure enough, as soon as the mark dissipated, the audio chattering in my ears became quiet.

Xuan Ji didn't care about it. He carefully circled the iron prison for a few times, thinking: What prevented me from entering into meditation before would have something to do with this, right?

The surroundings of the iron prison door were so quiet that it was uneasy. There was a narrow crack in the door where the seal was originally attached to the door, as if something was closed inside had already left here. When Xuan Ji saw the crack in the door, he felt two desires at the same time. One urged him to turn around and run, running as far as he could, and the other kept hooking him to the door.

Xuan Ji was undecided when he heard the iron prison door deep in the sea of ​​consciousness sigh and slowly...slide open.
Chapter completed!