There is a clubhouse in the ecological park. Xiao Zheng has already called in advance to ask someone to clean it up. The decoration is quite tasteful.
On the south side is a large arched French window, with a bar in the middle, which is semi-open. There is a coffee corner surrounded by small fabric sofas outside, which is incredibly soft.
The field workers were hungry and cold, and they had been traveling all night, and they were even more tired physically and mentally. At this time, I looked helplessly at the sofas full of bourgeois luxury, and just wanted to be paralyzed on them for the rest of my life. A few comrades with "magnets" on their buttocks, such as Wang Ze, wanted to push up when they saw the sofa, but as soon as they bent their legs and turned their heads, they found that the big guys were standing stiffly.
Sheng Lingyuan stood by the French window with arms folded in silence, staring at the red plum trees that bloomed like blood outside the window. If he didn't take a seat, none of the people could sit comfortably. From the elderly Huang Ju to Yan Qiushan who needed crutches, they all had to stand upright beside him.
Wang Ze then twisted his waist and stood up again, pretending that he just did a squat.
"Uh..." Seeing that no one spoke for a while, Bureau Huang had no choice but to break the silence first, "Then let me say a few words first. I am not a special person, as everyone knows. Due to the special nature of our work, the next person in charge They were all appointed by the previous term, but when it came to the old director, he made a report to the organization before retiring, and proposed to find an ordinary person to take over his job. First, the daily administrative work is to provide for the big guy Support, and no special abilities are needed... Another one is that the Alien Control Bureau has been established for decades. The old director is worried that the special abilities will create a gap with ordinary people after working in the bureau for a long time, so he hopes to increase the number of ordinary people in the bureau. ratio. I was in charge of some docking work related to the Alien Control Bureau before, and the reason why I was sent to take on this responsibility was to bite the bullet."
As he spoke, he smiled wryly again: "It's fine now. The Different Control Bureau has been doing well for decades. It was just handed over to me, and even the building collapsed... I don't know how to explain it."
"Time is fate, three thousand years before and after, drumming and passing flowers, just hit your hand, it has nothing to do with whether you are 'special ability' or not." Xuan Ji waved his hand, seeing that Sheng Lingyuan had no intention of speaking, so he had to say, "I'm tired Right? Stop standing, sit down."
Bureau Huang said: "Before Mr. Xiang retired, he told me about you, saying that you have always had a good relationship with the bureau and helped us a lot, but your identity is a mystery. In principle, the resumes of our personnel must be clear. I understand, I thought you belonged to one of his well-known family and had an unusual background, so it is inconvenient to tell me an ordinary person, but I didn't expect you to be such an unusual person. Can I ask you, what is your origin?"
"I am..." Xuan Ji was at a loss for words again.
What the hell is he? This is a muddled account. If you say you are "Suzaku", you always feel that your name is not right, and you are ashamed of your relatives.
He was a stillborn bird when he became a sword spirit, and destroyed the sword body. A hangover, a thousand years in the world, he woke up and forgot, forgot to wake up, in the fog, with nothing to rely on.
Only a cold branch of Sheng Lingyuan can settle down, and it is still covered with years of frost.
"Ask me." Xuan Ji muttered, lit a cigarette, propped his elbows on his knees, and stared at Sheng Lingyuan's back, "I'm Chiyuan's firekeeper, you should focus on asking questions." Well, I haven't prepared a ppt, so I can't talk about the system."
Director Huang thought for a while: "Then I'll start with the urgent question—what's going on with Chi Yuan, the old director before he died?"
"Chiyuan is a relic, an ancient battlefield, and a dormant volcano," Xiao Zheng interjected. "The blind men and the others keep saying 'ignite the Chiyuan fire', do you mean a volcanic eruption?"
"The fire in Chiyuan is not an ordinary fire," Xuan Ji replied. "In ancient times, the fire in Chiyuan was considered to be the 'source of demon energy'. You can understand it as a... abnormal energy source."
Wang Ze: "According to my many years of experience in watching movies, I feel that this is not a good source."
Bureau Huang asked, "What impact will it have on people?"
"It doesn't affect ordinary people," Xuan Ji said. "Ordinary people are born self-contained, ignorant, and insensitive to aura and magic energy. But people with blood from other races will be affected, and the special ability awakening rate will rise to An unprecedented number, the ability will be enhanced to varying degrees, but it will also become greedy and aggressive because of this."
When he said this, he paused, and finally found the topic: "In the early years, Chiyuan was also called 'Nanming Valley', and it was the habitat of the Suzaku tribe. According to legend, Suzaku was born with Nanming Valley. Chiyuan is a sacred bird enshrined by the human race and the monster race. Until the instigator of the Kyushu melee came into being... "
Although Sheng Lingyuan turned his back to the crowd, he could see Xuan Ji because of the light reflected from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The so-called "sofa" in this era may not be suitable for sitting upright, it is very short, Xuan Ji sat on it, his legs seemed to have no place to fold, propped up aggrievedly, Sheng Lingyuan could feel that he was looking at him all the time, but he didn't look back .
The rage had scorched his internal organs, and there would be no fuel left, leaving only a pile of cold embers stuck in his throat.
He used to be most afraid of those burning wings, but now he is most afraid of those evil eyes.
Xuan Ji omitted the love and hatred in it, picked up the key points, and roughly explained the principles of the Kyushu melee and Chi Yuan, which was concise and straightforward.
Sheng Lingyuan listened halfway, and then lost his mind involuntarily.
Little Sword Spirit is noisy and talkative since he was a child. There's no way, Que Tongue—it's probably the nature of the bird race to show off feathers and tongue. No matter what he talks about, he has to add embellishments and adapt it himself.
When he was young, the emperor taught preaching, teaching and etiquette, and also lectured on classics and history.
At the beginning, he couldn't talk about too deep things, so Danli made up the ancient and modern characters into easy-to-understand stories. If the story can't be lively, let him tell it the day before, and ask him to retell it the next day, and then draw a conclusion from it. One is to train his ability to speak and summarize, and the other is to subtly instill in him the "way of being a king",
When reading serious scriptures, Little Sword Spirit could fall asleep after listening to three sentences. He was the only one in the storytelling session. Jumping up and down, hoping that he would forget the words so he could speak. It's a pity that Sheng Lingyuan never forgets, the sword spirit has no room to play, so lonely that he can only let his imagination fly and make up a set of wild history by himself.
Sheng Lingyuan had a set of emperors, generals and generals in his ears, and a bunch of smokeless talents and beauties in his mind. He was often led away by him, and he had a lot of wrong impressions for no reason. Later, he was able to read books and corrected them slowly.
When the Heavenly Demon Sword is out of its sheath and the sword spirit can wander around, it will be even more serious. Half of the rumors His Majesty has heard in this life are made by him, and the high yield is like that.
Sheng Lingyuan had never heard Xuan Ji speak in such a dull way, as if each word had to be sharpened in his heart, and he spoke with care like gold.
The amount of lost historical information is too large. After listening to it, everyone felt a little indigestion for a while.
After a while, Xiao Zheng mobilized his brain nerves with difficulty, and asked: "So, what you mean is that in the dead tree under the vine of the General Administration building, the unborn stillborns of the demon king and those shadow people are sealed... Obsession. The tree and the vine are like At the beginning, like the statue of Suzaku, it had a "spirit" because it was worshiped by people all the year round. What is the concept of this "spirit"? Do all statues have spirits? Why doesn't the one in the ancestral hall of Granny Yu Qingping Town?"
"The most spiritual thing of Suzaku, born from heaven and earth, guarding Chiyuan, enshrined for generations, was betrayed by the same clan and exterminated, it is the image of the fallen god; the demon king defied the sky and slaughtered the gods, devouring all things, it is the calamity of the world, after death, the shadow slave is His living obsession is the beginning of a group of demons," Sheng Lingyuan said lightly, "The most fierce and spiritual, only the heaven and earth have the opportunity to produce wisdom, and those other clay sculptures and stone embryos are nothing."
"That is to say, the aptitude of the statue itself is the base, and the 'worship' is the nourishment, and then a gloomy sacrifice is needed to make him completely 'live'." Xiao Zheng said, "Then... the white shadow that ran out of the tree at that time What condenses into a person is…”
Xuan Ji: "Yes, the demon king looks like that."
Wang Ze: "The gloomy sacrifice used three big demons as sacrifices, which means that he swallowed the energy of three human demons. So what would happen if you killed him just now?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "I killed Danli by nailing his seven orifices with magic nails, soaking him in the 'soul-snatching array' and 'blood pool' for several years, and at the same time burning all the statues of Suzaku gods and people in the world, strictly prohibiting the worship of idols by the people, It took several years before and after to boil the statue dry, do you think he is so easy to kill?"
"This kind of spirit is difficult to kill with physical methods." Xuan Ji sighed, and said, "And he swallowed the energy of three human demons through the dark sacrifice, like a balloon, and burst it, where does the gas go? Once it flows into Chiyuan and ignites the burning point of Chiyuan, what do you think will happen?"
Zhang Zhao patted his chest: "Fortunately, the big move was withdrawn in time..."
"Fortunately what?" Wang Ze raised his hand and patted the back of his head, "When that guy was trapped in a tree, he created a cult with four beliefs that didn't look like 'figures'. Now that he's alive, I don't think he wants to be a The god of pyramid schemes. Such a thing is wandering outside, can't it live?"
"Then... what should we do then?" Zhang Zhao asked in a daze, "Can we learn from the past methods?"
"How do you borrow it?" Xuan Ji raised her eyelids, "Prohibit the dissemination of pictures of four different things? Save yourself, now there is no such enforcement as in the past, and you can't even control the small pornographic films spread by the people."
Everyone fell silent for a while, Xiao Zheng and Wang Ze looked at each other, and went to see Xuan Ji at the same time.
Wang Ze said: "Wait, I still have a question, the old director—no, the vine attached to the old director's body, what does it mean when he finally said 'there is no thirty-seventh rosebird bone'?" Are there thirty-six?"
Xuan Ji: "It's me..."
"It's because I ran out of the Zhuque bones that sealed Chiyuan back then." Sheng Lingyuan interrupted him involuntarily, with a flick of his sleeves, "It's nothing. Aiqing guarded Chiyuan for me. She has worked hard for three thousand years. You can retire. I can hold Chiyuan down once." , will be able to suppress it for the second time.”
"I'm a descendant of Suzaku, so I'll bury my bones there," Xuan Ji couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his tone, "I'm not guarding for you..."
Before he finished speaking, a black air flew out unexpectedly, Xuan Ji didn't guard against him for a while, and was sealed by the black air.
"It's just an unborn little Tianling. What kind of descendant are you? There are many opinions." Sheng Lingyuan said indifferently, he ignored Xuan Ji, turned his head and nodded reservedly at Huang Ju, "discipline is not strict, just kidding Please help me gather the descendants of all races, you should... "
Wang Ze changed his tone with a "wow" and jumped up from the sofa: "I'm going, brother, this is indoors! Calm down!"
Xuan Ji's body suddenly burst into flames, and the family emblem between his eyebrows was bright red, and all the field staff next to him jumped up to avoid the flying sparks.
Wang Ze can be considered to know what it means to "fire at the gate of the city and bring disaster to the fish in the pond".
The black air that sealed his mouth was wrapped in Lihuo, Xuan Ji stared at Sheng Lingyuan, "teared" the black air off, and chewed it bit by bit.