The reeds on Xuan Ji's tongue were enough to gather an orchestra, and they had the special ability to squirt while squirting melon seeds, but suddenly, he scraped his stomach and was speechless.

It took him a while to find his tongue and say with difficulty: "This is too... aren't they afraid of being backfired?"

"Of course I'm afraid. After the Demon King died, for the long-term peace of the world, I, the demon, naturally, would have to hide all the birds and bows. If Dan Li hadn't asked me for my life first, how could I have the chance to uproot his power?" Sheng Lingyuan said lightly, "I guess these things will not be recorded in your history books, so it would be okay to tell you a few words."

"You younger generations are used to peace and have never seen the world. A few human demons can stir up the wind and rain. It was different at that time, so what about the demons? At that time, Chiyuan Fire burned the earth. Which human monks who could survive the battle of Pingyuan were not powerful people who could fly and escape? If they could create a demon, they could nail me back to the abyss."

"After Alujin's death, Danli and I knew that they were different from each other. Later, the differences became increasingly serious in many trivial matters. It was just that the war was tight and everyone was whitewashing the peace. He was my teacher, and everything I knew was taught by him. As long as I left a son, he could know the whole article in the blink of an eye. Moreover, this person has no desires, no desires, no weaknesses, and I can't fight. It's too easy for him to want my life, and I am not as strong as you imagine."

This is true, Xuan Ji thought, otherwise he would not be able to even save his own sword.

All the tribes under his command worked together during the war, and after the battle, they would inevitably have their own ulterior motives. Dan Li's power in the previous dynasty could cover the sky with one hand, and there was also a clan behind him who wanted him to die immediately. He had a legitimate brother, and he was still from this. Dan Li was able to knock him down with a glass of wine, not because of how powerful the medicine was, but reflecting the difficult situation that the young emperor was constrained everywhere. There are probably not many people around him who can trust him, and his ears and eyes were blocked and he had no ability to compete with Dan Li at all.

Xuan Ji couldn't help asking: "Dan Li has no weakness, how could he lose to you?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "Isn't there a Chen family?"

Xuan Ji was stunned: "Empress Chen?"

Aren't she and Danli in the same group?

Sheng Lingyuan smiled and said obscurely: "Chen is an insider of my identity. My 'knife' can only survive until the day when I was restored to the capital. The country was left to her own son Sheng Wei. She knew this clearly. However, when I pushed me to power in my early years, the excuse was that "Ning Wang was weak", so many people in the royal family did not take King Ning seriously. Seeing the situation of the war was reversed, they were alive. Even if she could not think of these things, as an adopted son, how could I not help her think about these things?"

As a contemporary, Xuan Ji has never experienced the life-and-death power struggle, and is also a personal wise man, and his mind is always surplus. When he says this, he immediately understands.

The open and secret struggles between the royal family belong to the housework of the royal relatives, and it is the home court of Queen Mother Chen. Danli is a foreign minister, and his control is weak after all. In addition, Sheng Lingyuan secretly stirred up the fire, the Queen Mother must have sang triumphant songs all the way in the palace fight, and eliminated all the stumbling blocks of King Ning's future ascension.

While she was invincible, she also gave King Ning a highlight - no matter what shape Danli dug up the demon in the end, the key figures of "presiding the funeral" had no choice but to King Ning, and Sheng Lingyuan was enough to keep a close eye on this half-brother.

"When I personally conquered Gaoling, they set up a demon-sealing formation in the capital while I left Beijing, and even prepared the sacrifices. They were still eighty-one masters who voluntarily sacrificed their lives... Not to mention anything else, the human 'informers' were really willing to do whatever they wanted. They spent a lot of money, sealed me, and blamed the high mountain assassin, and then pushed King Ning to the throne. Everything was ready, but the east wind was not expected. I didn't expect that King Ning and the witch had a lifelong life, and the beaded and the arrow was sold on the string. Isn't this a loss of the wife and the army?"

The most critical piece of King Ning knew that even if he came to power, he would be unable to fight against the general trend of killing all the clans. For the sake of his wife and children, he turned against him and tore open the originally seamless net of heaven and earth. He let the monsters escape, and once he backed down, the royal court was bleeding.

When the Heaven and Earth Cauldron was used to invite the Heavenly Demons out, the human race lost a large number of elite troops. In addition, the 20-year war loss, this time the demon seal failed. How many beautiful figures could the human race have to withstand this time? No wonder Qingpingshi took office after that, and Sheng Lingyuan covered the sky with one hand.

However……

Xuan Ji asked softly: "Did King Ning's deep affection happen naturally, or was it arranged unknowingly?"

"You have a bad habit. Children who are smart and talkative are generally not long-lived." Sheng Lingyuan looked at him with a smile, then waved his hand, "You can just listen to these broken things about the old sesame and corn as a story, and you probably know the whole story."

Xuan Ji didn't take his joke, and he was silent for a minute: "Your Majesty, if the Demon King died a few years later, your situation wouldn't have been so passive back then."

Sheng Lingyuan was only in his twenties when he killed the Demon King. If it were now, he would be a young man who was still struggling with employment and postgraduate entrance examinations.

Although he was ripe by troubled times, no matter how talented he is, he cannot cultivate his solid foundation in just a few years.

If the melee fight for another thirty years, he will give him the opportunity to grow and eliminate dissidents, even if he cannot monopolize the world, he will not be forced to be unable to even save his sword when he first ascended the throne.

Sheng Lingyuan smiled lightly and said perfunctorily: "It can be said that he was young and frivolous at that time."

Xuan Ji looked at him deeply. All this started from the time the witch man exterminated the clan. Sheng Lingyuan was so keen. I am afraid that even if he didn't know that he was a demon, he would have known that there was something wrong with his life experience at that time.

If he had already predicted the ending of himself and Danli at that time, wouldn't he know that the longer the chaotic times are, the more beneficial it will be to him?

Even a later generation who has no political literacy can understand this truth.

Xuan Ji suddenly remembered the man standing by the window looking at the night-like face of the city in the Dongchuan Hotel.

When His Majesty's eyes fell on the lights of thousands of families, his eyes were quiet, and there was no trace of hostility or haze.

The mixed-blood son who was conspiring from birth, carrying the demon body that will never be reborn. What supported him, opened up the three thousand years of prosperity in the world, and left a way out for the orphans of all races?

Are they those many crazy women holding tears, dead babies, nameless guards like a lantern... and a dairy sheep with black bean eyes?

So even though he knew that he was just a paint-fallen doll, he could barely support the hope of desperate people as faint as fireflies, but he would not add thirty years of chaos to the world?

The fog of history was blown away by the wind, and Xuan Ji finally saw clearly the real human emperor under the shadow of a thousand feet of demon.

"What impact does the Vermillion Bird Bone Seal have on you?"

"Chiyuan and the Heavenly Demon are in line with each other. Chiyuan is sealed, and the Heavenly Demon is also buried together," Sheng Lingyuan said without caring, "Didn't I take you to seal the two human demons?"

Xuan Ji: "But Chiyuan will cool down year by year."

"Well, yes, my five senses have become duller year by year with it. There is nothing else, it's just dealing with court officials every day, and it's inconvenient to be blocked by audiovisuals. So in the last few years they relied on the action of the motto grass body. Unexpectedly, that thing became a disaster." Sheng Lingyuan said, "Fortunately, the prince is still diligent, otherwise I might find it difficult to keep my mind clear and clear when I wait for him for a few years. That boy asked me to withdraw in time, which was considered filial."

Xuan Ji's hand, which was inserted into his pocket, trembled.

The five senses are lost...that is, invisible, inaudible, inhearable, inheard, inheard, in taste, inability to touch, cut off all connections with the outside world, and the body becomes plants and stones. Chiyuan is the source of his power and the foundation of his life. The Vermillion Bird bone formation is formed, and Chiyuan is declining year by year...For Sheng Lingyuan, it is equivalent to injecting a burst of chronic poison into his heart, counting the days day by day waiting for him to cool down.

No wonder he said that only when the Vermilion Bird bone seal was loose can he be awakened by the gloomy sacrificial text.

What is this? Dig a grave for yourself and then lie in it?

Are you a devil or a saint? Are you coming to the disaster or specializing in saving all living beings?

In a trance, Xuan Ji felt as if he had heard the angry sound of the demon sword spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness, as if the soul of the sword spirit was still alive, and was parasitized in his body, not just a faded memory.

Xuan Ji felt his back tremble involuntarily, and quickly took a deep breath, pinched his fingers in his pocket, and a coin turned into his palm, forming a thin needle, which pricked his fingertips.

Xuan Ji took advantage of the pain to remind himself who he was, forcibly breaking away from the emotions of the Demon Sword Spirit, and asked with a key point: "Then what is your state now?"

"Fortunately," Sheng Lingyuan curled his fingers and felt his body. "Thank you to your clan to nourish your body, your body's five senses have recovered a little. In addition, Chiyuan's seal is loose now, and it will not be a problem for a year or two. If this matter cannot be solved within a year or two, it is not my problem, but Chiyuan is about to have a problem."

Xuan Ji was half a meter away and followed him to the Yuyang Branch. He didn't say anything for a long time. Until he could see the small building of the Yuyang Branch from afar, he couldn't help but speak: "Since you have defeated all your political enemies, aren't you free from then on? Why are you so anxious to... seal yourself?"

"I restore the country and the people return to their hometowns to settle down. Xu Beiyuan has been peaceful for 50 years. The Qingping Office has set up a Qingping Office to accommodate all living beings. All the promises in their lives have been fulfilled. Kill Danli and poison Chen's family and cut off Weiyu 108 pieces. Those who jumped in front of him in the past killed nine of his clans. The troubles and orphans left by King Ning were raised for him, and all their grudges and hatreds were lost. What else?"

All my life promises have been fulfilled, and all my grudges and hatred have been resolved...

Xuan Ji was shocked, and these two sentences seemed to turn into a scathing sadness, hitting his chest, almost killing him.

Sheng Lingyuan looked at the dazed little demon for no reason: "You're fine and always wondering what I'm doing. You are the only one left in the Vermillion Bird Bones Seal. If you don't want to be crushed to pieces, it's better to do it in the future. Focus on your mind on your practice."

Your Majesty is angry when he mentions this matter. If the Vermilion Bird Bones seal is a dead object, it will depend on him if he is not strong enough. Now he deserves to clean up the mess, and no matter how annoyed he shouldn't complain.

But since the bone seal is born with a spirit and is alive, it is a good thing. After all, living spiritual objects can cultivate, grow and repair themselves. Logically, it should be far more stable than the dead bone seal. As a result, these inexpensive birds have grown very big wings, and they know that they are greedy for the world and are so happy that they can't stand the storm of the wind and movement. The average person has slap his claws and dies in one or two hundred years, and they almost completely defeated the thirty-six bird bones he had finally collected from the Vermillion Bird Tomb!

"The mermaids, the robbers of tombs, etc. are all side-minded and useless. They are useless to you, so don't waste your energy anymore." Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but teach some lessons, "Your clan inheritance... Your clan inheritance... Forget it, your predecessors are not good at all, and you can't inherit any useful things. Don't listen to them. From now on, I will pass on you a set of martial arts every day, and I don't know how to ask."

Xuan Ji was stirring up the intense emotions from the Demon Sword Spirit in his chest, and he could only keep his fingers awake, and said with a wry smile: "Can you take this inheritance away? I will give you three incense sticks during festivals in the future, and kowtow in the morning and evening."

Sheng Lingyuan stood and spoke without a pain in his back: "You are not stable in your spiritual consciousness, so you will be swept away by foreign inheritance. At that time, any little boy will be better than you, and you have all your strength. Don't sleep in the future. The spiritual platform in your dreams is easy to lose. If you work hard at night, you are not a mortal who must sleep."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Although his body was complete at this time, his spirit had already been slashed. Half of the demon sword spirit was carried with sadness and hatred. When he saw Sheng Lingyuan, he felt distressed; the other half just wanted to hammer the old demon's head... and came to Yuyang Branch with a "one-character horse".

The Yuyang Branch detention center is located underground. I don’t know what aesthetic taste Du has, it may be for sun protection. It is full of gloomy everywhere, like a dungeon.

At this moment, Wang Ze was staring at the interrogation, and Director Du was staring at Wang Ze. Director Du had to contact the sea to catch corpses. He had to contact the wounded. He had been on the road for a day and night, but he could not see any fatigue. At this time, she had neat makeup and followed her idol with a bright look. She had also entered the bathroom, wrapped the heating bags she had taken out of the takeaway lunch box and rolled up a fashionable look for herself (note), ready to take a photo with her idol at any time.

The process of inspecting Yinyi was not going smoothly because this old blind man was also a mental department. The interrogators from the Extraordinary Control Bureau took turns to fight and spent a day and night with him, but they did not break his mental barrier.

"The thirteen-year-old wanted criminal, the patina on this file is half an inch thicker than others..." Wang Ze held a cigarette in his mouth and shook it towards Xuan Ji with Yin Yi's file folder. As a result, he saw Sheng Lingyuan following him at first sight, and immediately cleaned up his free and casual standing like lightning, and pinched the cigarette, almost formally greeting him, "Come on?"

Sheng Lingyuan can pretend to be an adult and briefly get into the crowd, but the deep-rooted things on him cannot be hidden. His old experience is like Wang Zeluo Cuicui... Regardless of whether he has experienced or not, he will instinctively know to pay attention to him after seeing him. Special sensors such as Gu Yuexi and Yang Chao will also avoid being alone with Sheng Lingyuan as much as possible.

Unlike his silly little brothers who wished to repay their kindness to President Yan with their lives, Xuan Ji suspected that Wang Ze had never believed in the statement of "Sword Spirit" from the beginning.

If you believe it or not, the full responsibility agreement has been signed anyway.

Xuan Ji touched his cell phone through his pants pocket sadly and asked Wang Ze: "Who is this blind man? There is only the code name 'Yinyi', what is the name on his ID card?"

Wang Ze waved his hand: "Where did you come from the ID card? You think too much. Many of our wanted criminals are like this, especially those who are genuine. They don't admit that they are human beings and don't even want their identity. What's the use of an ID card?"

"It's not necessarily true that I don't regard myself as the people, and I haven't seen anyone refuse the RMB." Xuan Ji took Yin Yi's file from him, flipped it casually, and said "tsk" and saw this person's great achievements.

Mr. Yin Yi was disabled and strong in his heart. He started his career as a transnational fraudster. He used his mental skills to travel across the southwest border and committed seven or eight major cases. Later, he entered the Fengshen vision because he changed his career and crossed the border, and changed from a fraudster to a murderer.

A few years ago, the blind man used his mental skills to induce a car driver, causing the driver to turn to the bottom of the mountain without warning while driving on the winding mountain road, and just hit a tourist bus next to him. A total of sixteen people died, including the car driver. The scene captured by the surveillance camera seemed to be someone who was possessed, which caused a stir in public opinion at that time.

Xuan Ji: "What does this dead car owner have to do with him?"

"I'm checking, but I think it's very likely that it's okay," said Wang Ze. "The anti-social group of people in the real world emphasizes 'mutual help'. Revenge and harm people are all about solving other people's goals, so as not to suspect the true master through social relations with the police. I think the blind man might have taken the order from whom he was judged. The problem now is that we young spiritual comrades have not yet been able to break through their spiritual barriers."

Director Du immediately lowered his head and reflected: "The branch equipment is not good."

"It's not a problem with the equipment, but the current mental system has spoiled the equipment," Wang Ze secretly glanced at Sheng Lingyuan. "I said that the spiritual system is a force that cannot be ignored and should be focused on cultivation. They don't listen to me. Now these little comrades can't wash their socks, let alone wash other people's brains..."

Xuan Ji felt that the black-faced carp's sneaky vision was annoying. He twitched his head and blocked Sheng Lingyuan sideways. Then he saw Sheng Lingyuan bent his eyes very well and took a step back a little, while Wang Ze's expression changed slightly as if he was thinking.

Xuan Ji realized that he had stopped him like this, as if he was expressing distrust in a vague way. The spiritual things were very deep and I couldn't explain them clearly. Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment and had to roll up his sleeves: "Can you trust me? Or I'll try it?"

Wang Ze: "What did you say?"

Director Du: "Director Xuan, are you in the spiritual department?"

She remembered that the work permit she saw at sea seemed to say...

Xuan Ji answered honestly: "Oh, no, I registered with Leihuo."

Du Chu: "..."

"No, brother," Wang Ze hurriedly grabbed Xuan Ji, "This matter is not OK. Listen to me, we are not a gangster, we are disciplined! Severe torture and force confessions are absolutely not allowed. The bureau clearly stipulates that except for the 'reasonable and necessary' mental means, any other form of special ability shall not be used during interrogation. Steaming, braised, fried and fried are illegal!"

"I have a clear idea, don't worry." Xuan Ji patted the interrogator's shoulder, "Brother, I'll borrow paper and pen to use."

Wang Ze was even more desperate, and all the flammable materials were ready, afraid that he would not have to set up a barbecue stall directly: "Wait..."

When he finished speaking, Xuan Ji thought for a moment, then quickly drew a series of large and small circles on the paper, which was achieved overnight. It was obviously a black neutral pen for office purposes, but when it fell on the paper, the ink turned into a gorgeous flame color.

He really knew the little tricks of the spirit department. When he felt Sheng Lingyuan falling on his body's eyes, Xuan Ji couldn't help but want to play tricks. As if he had rehearsed, he reached out to hold the note. His wrist trembled, and the spell immediately took shape, and his movements were indescribable.
To be continued...