Legend has it that in ancient times, every monster clan was born from the gathering of spirits from heaven and earth. Even though they are divided into different grades due to different aptitudes, they can still prolong their lifespan through acquired practice, or become enlightened, or become demons. They have their own ethnic group, have their own destination, have expectations and visions, and hope that one day they will become a great demon who will turn clouds and rain.
There are three thousand avenues, and all living beings are bustling towards the front line of life.
How lively.
However, the Human Sovereign forcibly sealed Chiyuan, and poured a bowl of cold water to clean up the hustle and bustle, and also turned all the spirits into mortals. The totem of the ethnic group is submerged in history by lies, and the descendants of the ancient saints have become simple and crude "what kind of" special abilities, and there is a little "extraordinary" passed down from their ancestors, and it is not known whether it can be regarded as "inheritance" or "genetic disease" ".
"Special ability" is useful, as a field worker, get a few useless awards at the end of the year, and you can barely comfort yourself that you are secretly defending the world.
"Special abilities" are useless, either they spend their whole lives in a secretive organization like the waste in the aftermath department, or they are constantly supervised-all large-scale sports competitions cannot be participated, otherwise it will be unfair to ordinary people; entry and exit There is always one more cumbersome review than others, as if they can bring "alien species invasion" to others when they travel abroad; every year, someone will call to urge them to have a medical examination and ask them to update their "energy files" , otherwise it will be included in the dishonest list like those "old lai" who owe money and don't pay back...
Even if there is a conflict with ordinary people, people with special abilities will be sentenced to heavier sentences.
"Your Majesty," Luo Cuicui said ecstatically in the echoing voice, "can you tell me the story of my ancestors again?"
"You were born in southern Xinjiang, and your body can be turned into a tree. You should be a descendant of the great sage Bitao." The demon king Ying turned his back to him, speaking in a cadence, but his eyes were greedily staring at Chiyuan, with a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. Smiling, "Later, he led the whole family to join me, and made him a king and a prime minister..."
"Director Xiao, we just searched Luo Cuicui's residence." Several field agents who were ordered to track down Luo Cuicui searched his home, stood at the door, and did not dare to go in for a while, "Uh... a bit weird."
There was no light in Luo Cuicui's bedroom, only a row of candles, and two clay sculptures in the middle, placed there like posthumous photos, surrounded by dark red vine totems.
"What kind of cult does he believe in?" The field staff shook the energy detector for a long time before carefully pinching the clay sculpture through the gloves, "There is a demon king with four different shapes in the room, and there is another one that I have never seen before... Uh, A tree with the waist of a bucket, under which is written... the great sage of Southern Xinjiang Bitao."
"Grand Sage Bitao of Southern Border?" Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows inexplicably after hearing such a name through Wu Ya, "I've never heard of such a character."
The two of them have already landed at the entrance of the ancient tomb. The ancient tomb has already been cleared out and is open to the public for viewing. The tomb passage is cold and damp, and the artificial lamps have been cut off. Xuan Ji retracted her wings and pinched one of her own feathers. The feather was shining The faint fluorescence can be used as a flashlight.
Sheng Lingyuan added: "At that time, it was not uncommon for many monster races to call themselves 'Xianxian' and 'Xiaosheng'."
"I remember that there was a joke in the human race at that time." Xuan Ji said, "It is said that the nine-headed duck 'ghost car' was ordered by the demon king to guard the city, but he drank too much at night. The lieutenants were all left with bones and badges by him. One was called "Sage" and the other was called "Great Sage". When the people asked him what he had for breakfast, General Guiche said he had eaten it. Asked what they had eaten, Ghost Che burped and said it was the 'Feast of the Two Saints'. Later, the human race mocked the monster race as animals, saying that they had eaten the 'Feast of the Two Saints' whenever they ate meat."
"Luo Cuicui may think that this 'Bitao Great Sage' is his ancestor. Our field staff found a lot of handwritten and hand-painted materials in his home. A few years ago, the Ancient Books Section received anonymous submissions to research the culture of plant worship... Ancient Books Section I thought it was absurd, so I ignored it, so it was him." Xiao Zheng hesitated, and said to the crow representing Sheng Lingyuan, "Does your majesty think it's ridiculous? , can’t find a foothold in reality, so I always want to ask for a family tree from my genes.”
"Looking for someone to pass on a word, after three or five people's mouths, it will be completely different, not to mention the story three thousand years ago," Sheng Lingyuan said lightly, "Now people's blood is mixed with demons, witches, mountain people and other messy blood. It’s okay to add a little shadowman’s temperament—Xiaoji, look at that.”
While speaking, the two of them had come to the end of the ancient tomb.
I saw the thick purple-red tree roots oozing from the ground and pricking down deeply. There are very few roots on it, just like a big wedge.
Xuan Ji: "There are still things underground on this floor."
Because of the unearthed unknown characters in the Biquanshan ancient tomb, there was once a research boom. Archaeologists came and went. The entire ancient tomb has been excavated to the point that even the ant holes were excavated. It stands to reason that with so many experts, it is impossible You can't even tell whether the ground is real or not.
unless…
Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand to stop him, black mist flowed out from his sleeve, the stone slabs on the floor of the tomb seemed to be corroded by the black mist, the smooth stone surface became pitted, and after a while, the black mist dispersed, a huge magic circle with The root of the tree, which was so red and purple, was exposed as the center.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Sure enough, there is a trick here."
It was an ancient and complicated hand-carved magic circle, which was completely different from those mass-produced by machines of the Different Control Bureau. The cold and stale breath rushed to the face along with the dust, and was gently brushed away by Sheng Lingyuan. He knelt down and traced it carefully. The texture on the array. The aura of the heavenly demon and the aura on the formation met on a narrow road, and a series of tit-for-tat sparks hit Sheng Lingyuan's fingertips, and each stroke was extremely familiar - Danli and Meng Xia's techniques are in the same line.
"If she is the shadow person of the princess, then why is she a woman?" Xuan Ji squatted beside her and looked at the magic circle, "I don't think I've heard the anecdote about her old man taking all men and women."
"If you think about it carefully, her shadow person is a woman, and there's nothing unreasonable about it." Sheng Lingyuan thought for a while, and then smiled strangely, "She is a monster royal family, and she has the blood of a divine bird. Whoever helps her to the throne, any brother who becomes the demon king has to submit to her, and she will easily stir up a melee in the Kyushu, and his own flesh and blood are just a pawn, who do you like in such a person?"
Xuan Ji was stunned: "You mean...she is narcissistic?"
It is not without such precedents. Greens and radishes have their own loves. Some people like people who are completely opposite to themselves, some people like people who are similar to themselves, and some people love no one but themselves. It is true that many shadow slaves look like their master's twins.
"So the shadow figure left by the princess is equivalent to her own incarnation left in the world." Xuan Ji suddenly remembered something, "Then... can it be considered that she has taken care of you?"
Sheng Lingyuan didn't want to disturb the eight big trees in the "Tianmo Festival", and was holding up their glowing feathers to study how to break through the blinding magic circle with the smallest movement. Hearing the words, he replied casually: "Of course, swords and armor need to be oiled." Nursing, not to mention the Heavenly Demon that I have finally cultivated, since I am useful, if I can't take care of myself, of course I have to trouble her to take care of it."
"No," Xuan Ji said with rare seriousness, "Do you remember, when I was young, I heard a lot of nursery rhymes and ditties from you to lull children to sleep. Not those of the witch tribe."
Sheng Lingyuan paused for a while.
"Where did you hear it?" Xuan Ji went on to say, "The guards sing long songs and cry when they are drunk, and they don't sing this tune. It must be Dan Li who hums it."
Sheng Lingyuan cut off a connecting point on the formation neatly with a hand knife with no expression on his face, and a little white smoke sprayed out from the formation, but he didn't make a sound.
"You have never been with Empress Chen...the Empress Dowager since you were a child. You didn't see her for the first time until you were several years old, but when you saw her, you regarded her as your mother." Xuan Ji said, "I was thinking, your 'mother' Where did the concept come from? In my concept, a 'mother' should be a woman with a very fragrant body and warm hands. When feeding her child, she will carefully divide the food into small bites and hand it out after blowing it cool. to the lips—but I don't remember where I got that impression, and you too, do you?"
Sheng Lingyuan is precocious, introverted, and outsiders. He learned how to hide his likes and dislikes from an early age. Only when he quarrels with Jianling can he show a little precious childishness. He is not even close to Ning Wang, his own brother, but he often Secretly looking at Chen Shi, once walking behind Chen Shi, Xuan Ji actually saw him stumble on purpose, staggered half a step forward, and grabbed Chen Shi's hand.
That was the only time in Xuan Ji's life that she saw him approach someone with such a clumsy posture.
But Mrs. Chen just taught him "a gentleman should be prudent" condescendingly, and then left him coldly.
Since then, Sheng Lingyuan has never been so "reckless" again.
Xuan Ji: "Lingyuan..."
"When you said that, I remembered." Sheng Lingyuan calmly and meticulously modified the formation on the ground, diverting Xuanji's words, "Meng Xia and Danli cooperated closely in the early stage, I guess their goals should be the same —Slay the demon king. The princess is for revenge. Danli is the statue of Suzaku. It is not difficult to guess what he wants. What do you want? As the royal family of the demon clan, she doesn't even consider war casualties and people's sufferings. She plays tricks and tricks just for her own glory and ambition. Later, she is able to overthrow the demon capital for personal enmity. I think she It's not like someone who sacrificed himself for the so-called 'righteousness of fellow citizens'."
Xuan Ji paused, frowned and said: "She is dead, how can she think about so many things?"
"Meng Xia is still alive, and the owner's shadowman will always preserve the owner's desires in life. The fragments of the demon king's shadowman turned into the appearance of the demon king, calling himself 'Zhen'. As soon as he was born, he wanted to regain the power of Chiyuan—that fulfilled the princess' last wish. Where's Meng Xia?"
As soon as Sheng Lingyuan's words fell, the magic circle on the ground completely disintegrated and left the seat, and the stone slabs twisted and rotated "creaking and creaking". Centered on the root of the purple tree, it split to both sides, and a long tunnel opened in front of the two of them. , can't see the end at a glance, as if it goes straight to the center of the earth.
"She wants to live for the princess." Xuan Ji answered quickly, "The princess is married and has been busy working for a long time and was betrayed by the demon king. If she is still alive, she should want to kill the demon king and completely replace him, and never stand behind anyone's backstage again." .”
"She also wants Chiyuan, just like the demon king. Danli is determined to seal Chiyuan and slaughter all non-human races, but she is ambitious to get the power of Chiyuan." Sheng Lingyuan slipped into the tunnel with his hands behind his back. The large formation on the ground should have been built to control Chi Yuan, but unfortunately she was caught in Danli's trap and fell short, and now others are taking advantage of her... and Xiaoji."
Xuan Ji: "Huh?"
"Everything I have in my life is all carefully designed, and the deep friendship is all false, only..." Sheng Lingyuan paused, and did not continue, he waved his back to Xuan Ji, "Stop racking your brains to find that little warmth for me evidence, it’s meaningless.”
The author has something to say: Note: When Sheng Lingyuan emptied his brain, he used a little song from the Wuren tribe. I remembered it wrong, sorry—revised on May 18