The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, so Xuan Ji failed to negotiate with Yan Qiushan after all. There was too much movement in the playground, and the Nightmare Array disappeared too suddenly without staying, allowing a large group of reporters to take advantage of the loophole and flock to it. During this period of time, "special ability people" are a hot topic in society, and even a slight disturbance can make headlines on the front page. The relationship between special ability people and ordinary people is delicate. They didn't dare to use too strong means to stop them from breaking in. It was too late to put up temporary charms or call the police. For a while, the flashing lights looked like a dance hall of the last century, and the onlookers were also in place, and the scene was chaotic.
His Majesty was impatient with the chaos of the crowd, so he casually drew an invisibility spell on the car window, and slipped out through the crowd.
They left the scene calmly, but Yan Qiushan brought a group of rescuers who hadn't recovered from the mental trauma, and they didn't know where they were rushed. Maybe they have to bite the bullet and come out to explain to the public after a while. A private conversation is too late. Xuan Ji had no choice but to ask for Yan Dui's WeChat business card from Xiao Zheng, but the friend's request to send it was like nothing, and there was no reply for a long time.
In the evening, he glanced at his cell phone and saw that there was still no movement from Captain Yan, so he put the cell phone in his pocket and tasted the paella in the small pan.
This is the last dish of the evening. The water in the seafood juice has already seeped into the rice. The rice grains are like dewdrops soaked in the morning mist. They are round and not sticky to each other. The fresh fragrance adds a bit of saltiness, and loses a bit of less. Xuan Ji pondered for a while, and felt that adding other flavors would be too long-winded, so he turned off the fire after the juice was collected, and went to serve the uncle. .
"Let's go, I don't know how the beef is cooked." Xuan Ji held a chopstick and handed it to Sheng Lingyuan's mouth, "Taste it."
Sheng Lingyuan: "Well, it's too much."
"That's just right."
Sheng Lingyuan used to seldom reveal his preferences in small daily matters, and he was not picky about food, but before Bigu, he didn't seem to have anything he liked to eat, that is, the sword spirit who felt with him since he was a child, can know that he doesn't like too much sweet and greasy food —If you don't love it, you don't love it, it's not to the point of not eating it, and he won't react when it's brought to him. Anyway, no matter what you give, he just needs a few chopsticks.
It was not until recently that Xuan Ji discovered that he prefers raw and cold food, and it is better to bring some blood, like the steak in Western food that is cut down and blood splattered three feet, many contemporary people are not used to it, so it became his dish.
His Majesty was regarded as a dish tester by him, and his opinion was rejected, but he was not unhappy at all: "Why are you bothered, Yan Qiushan?"
"Well, you haven't called me back yet."
"Why do you care so much about other people's affairs? I'll talk about it in front of you when I have nowhere to go," Sheng Lingyuan lazily lifted his eyes from his phone—this person was watching the stills and introduction of "Darkness Attack", and there was nothing wrong with seeing it. What a fart to hold back, he glanced at Xuan Ji, suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile, "I didn't even know you were so warm-hearted."
Xuan Ji is especially able to discern the malicious elements in his words: "..."
"Just a word of praise, why are you blushing?" Sheng Lingyuan admired the red marks on his neck all the way to his ears, picked up the chopsticks very dignifiedly, and said politely and restrainedly, "In broad daylight, what are you thinking? You monster race Ah, it's indecent sometimes—I'll just boast, and not touch."
Well, this time from the pinna to the face.
"Eat well," Xuan Ji snatched away the mobile phone where ghosts and ghosts were scurrying around, "What kind of hooligans are you playing!"
Sheng Lingyuan used him as a pre-dinner pastime, and wanted to tease him again. After tasting a few dishes, he was suddenly taken aback.
Today's dishes are not salty.
If the two of them hadn't accommodated each other, they wouldn't have eaten together. Sheng Lingyuan has a higher tolerance for fishy smell, but if he puts too much oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, he will lose his appetite. On the contrary, Xuan Ji likes heavy oil and salt, sweet and spicy. Shabu-shabu and various Fanbang-style dim sum. When Xuan Ji cooks at home, he usually focuses on taking care of Sheng Lingyuan's taste. He cooks one or two dishes that he likes, and one or two new dishes that he wants to try, and he just eats with him and buys some skewers from outside. Crayfish and the like occupy his mouth and put them on his side.
Sheng Lingyuan is a person who doesn't ignore details, he knows that in his heart. However, Xuan Ji tinkered with great interest every day, so he pretended not to know and accepted it happily. To the two of them, eating is just a matter of taste, there is no difference. Xuan Ji has traveled around the world for thousands of years, and his appetite is almost satisfied. Compared with Sheng Lingyuan, who knows that he has no secrets, his reaction is even more serious. Can make him happy.
But since the nursing home moved back home, Xuan Ji's usual "reserved items" for meals disappeared, and those messy snacks were all expired, and he cleared them out, and he didn't bother to buy new ones.
He seemed to have changed his taste overnight and changed his tongue.
Taste will not change for a while, Xuan Ji is not a mortal, presumably even a few tons of waste oil can't turn Suzaku into a pig bird, unless...
Sheng Lingyuan's heart trembled slightly: "His senses have changed."
After a period of time after the sudden sharpening of the senses, excessive stimulation from the outside world will make people uncomfortable, even if it is used to - Sheng Lingyuan lost all six senses three thousand years ago. When he woke up from this world at first, even though he enjoyed the feasting and bustle, he once felt uncomfortable. To be disturbed by the noise is debilitating, and I have just gotten used to it recently.
"So the legend is true," he thought, "The body of the spirit weapon is really..."
"Warrior spirits are different from living beings, how many times do you want me to tell you?" Zhichun couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows, "It is recorded in "Fire Theory" that even if everything goes well in the refining process, living people can be successfully refined into weapons The probability of spirits is "twelve out of ten", most of them are muddled, and less than 30% still have self-awareness. It is "none in ten" that can move freely like human beings. And they are like Humans are not human after all. I was born as a sword spirit, so I don’t think there is anything unaccustomed to it, but living people can’t bear this gap. Those who have been refined into weapon spirits will have a sharp decline in perception. You can’t hear the sound clearly, you can’t smell the taste—even chewing a handful of chili can’t taste the spiciness. Even if you look like a human being, the sense of restraint that is imprisoned by the body will follow you all the time ,you… "
This kind of old doll that Zhichun supports her body has the aesthetics of the last century. It looks earthy and has a stiff body language. If you don't pay attention at night, you can be startled. Zhichun quarreled in such a dirty and frightening body, and even quarreled in a low-pitched voice. What he said was an angry and anxious long-winded speech, but his tone was still gentle and gentle, without any deterrent effect.
So Yan Qiushan just ignored it, and stretched out his hand to him expressionlessly: "Give me back the phone."
Coming out of the nightmare of the amusement park, Yan Qiushan also wanted to find Xuan Ji, but unfortunately, he was dispersed and finally settled in a messy scene. Yan Qiushan wanted to ask Director Xiao for his contact information, but when he touched his pocket, the phone disappeared out of thin air .
You must know that one of the great privileges of metal special abilities is not to lose your mobile phone - the mobile phone has a metal case, and it is an item that you often touch, and someone will know it just by touching it. It can be seen that Chun is a knife "born" during the reign of Emperor Wu after all. Even if the blade body is broken and he holds himself in a doll, various small methods that have been lost are still emerging one after another. not come out.
"After the Gaoshan people disappeared, so did the refining tools. The artifacts live longer than ordinary people, but they are not immortal. There are not a few pieces of iron left. Is it common for you to be an artifact spirit, Qiushan? You are a human being now. Human rights, human society protects you, you have an organization and colleagues, relatives and friends, and you will lose everything if you become a weapon spirit! Killing for life, have you ever heard of smashing a sword for life? Maybe hundreds of people in the future For thousands of years, you have been the only one of my kind, and you never thought that if one day, our relationship fades, who will you turn to if you regret it?"
Yan Qiushan turned a deaf ear, and took out a magnet from his pocket. The magnet stood on his fingertips in a posture that defied gravity. His hand was like a security scanner, and he pulled Zhichun doll over to scan it. Search your phone.
Team Yan is a man with a rock-like will. Facing the threats and temptations of the enemy, he can stand still without changing his countenance. This is a very precious quality in most cases, except when family conflicts occur.
Everything has advantages and disadvantages. For example, if you want a lover like Sheng Lingyuan who scratches your heart every day, you have to be ready to be fooled by him at any time. He doesn't listen to advice. It's as if a man with an eighth level of iron-headed skill, once he has made up his mind, he will neither talk about arguing with others, nor pay any attention to any opinions-whatever you like, I am deaf anyway.
Zhichun is not the type to shout loudly, no matter how angry he is, his tone of voice is similar to the voice of a waiter in a restaurant saying "welcome again next time", maybe he doesn't even have a variation on cursing.
These two quarreled as if they were not on the same plane, which was a bit funny.
Zhichun is a doll, and the strength in his whole body is barely enough to hold a teacup, so he can only let him toss it over and over again: "Throughout the ages, there are many people who want to live forever. Have you ever thought about why these people don't just make themselves into spirit weapons?" ?”
The magnet didn't respond, it seems that Zhichun didn't have the phone.
Yan Qiushan poked the doll on the bookshelf and dug out a complete set of energy scanning equipment. He didn't believe that a spell could make things disappear out of thin air.
Zhichun sat on a bookshelf as high as a person, and couldn't get off, so he had to "buzz" and chant sutras to him: "Because when he was thrown into the sword furnace, he was really dead, or he was burned alive. No living person can imagine the process of death." How painful. Reborn in an artifact, you will be like the "vase girl" in the past... no, worse than the vase girl, the artifact spirit will lose most of its memories during life, and only remember what it experienced when it was born into a device Pain, personality will also be worn out beyond recognition. In "Fire Theory", it is said that the spirit of the weapon is poisonous, full of hostility, and ready to attack the master at any time. I am still normal because I am the alien in the spirit of the sword. When I entered the body of the sword It was "endowed" instead of "killed"... Yan Qiushan, listen to me, okay!"
Yan Qiushan set up the single-person energy detector for field work, and finally gave Zhichun a look: "You said that after becoming a Qiling, you will have dementia and amnesia, and your personality will be very annoying, then you don't want me. "
Zhichun: "..."
Yan Qiushan waved his hand: "Then you can do whatever you want, I didn't say I would pester you forever."
A shoddy broken doll and a piece of macaroni more than three thousand years old together make a "dangerous house". One day I will be broken. Na Zhichun will be stuck on the edge of life and death forever, like a section of electromagnetic wave that can never be reborn.
In comparison, no matter how terrible death is, or how terrible the life of a weapon spirit is, what is it
Anyway, when the time comes, there will be Director Xuan and His Majesty, and Chi Yuan's master will be in charge. No matter how crazy he becomes, he will not come out to endanger the society.
Contemporary technology is really reliable, and the energy scanner quickly gave him a response—the abnormal energy field came from the top of his head.
As soon as Yan Qiushan stretched out his hand, the magnet "melted" on his fingertips, wrapping his fingers like a glove, and when he fished in mid-air above his head, he heard a cracking sound, an old mobile phone emerged from the void, and was caught It was sucked onto his fingertips, and a torn rune paper fell beside it.
Zhichun became anxious: "Even if I re-smelt the sword, I have to cooperate, and I won't agree!"
Yan Qiushan restarted the phone and shrugged.
Zhichun: "..."
He said that he had already realized it, if Yan Qiushan really jumped into the sword furnace, wouldn't he be able to cooperate and watch this bastard die
"The body of the weapon will be worn out, and the wear and tear of the body is not the same as a person's illness," Zhichun said in an almost begging tone. Political struggle? Give me your phone back, and ask Director Xuan, what will happen to the spirit of the weapon after the body is worn out!"
Yan Qiushan saw Xuan Ji's friend application message as soon as he turned it on, and immediately clicked through.
The phone screen on Xuan Ji's bedside table lit up.
The lights in his house have already been turned off. The ancients generally used to go to bed early and get up early. The one who sings and sings every night is the Hunjun. In addition, Sheng Lingyuan was almost taken out, Tianyi Heijing was not very good, Xuan Ji also adjusted his schedule with him-but "Internet addiction It didn't take so long for the "abandoned house" to turn into a "health care veteran cadre". Xuan Ji was not asleep, and was closing his eyes to train his concentration. When the phone flickered, he opened his eyes.
Yan Qiushan didn't have too many polite words, just said: "Director Xuan, I have thought about it, and I am willing to be a tool spirit."
Xuan Ji raised his eyebrows, answered a question, and silently recited a witch man's mantra. As soon as the mantra was uttered, the surroundings of Sheng Lingyuan fell silent. He carefully put Sheng Lingyuan's hand outside under the quilt. Put on your clothes and go out.
He only recently found out why Sheng Lingyuan always felt noisy.
Xuan Ji lived as a sword spirit since he was born, and he didn't think there was any problem. It wasn't until recently when he returned to his body that he realized that his previous facial features seemed to be covered with something, and the whole world he received was Indistinct, the bones of the whole body seemed to be tightly bound by invisible things, and when they were released at the first moment, the body was so light that he was not used to it.
This is the difference between a living being and a sword spirit. No wonder people used to say that a weapon spirit is a slave whose life is worse than death.
Ten minutes later, Xuan Ji went to a nearby bar. He habitually went straight to the smoking area. However, because his sense of smell was too sensitive, he was greeted by the smell of smoke left in the air. He smelled seven or eight brands and various The stink of tobacco and alcohol made him run away immediately, feeling that he might betray the team of smokers in the future.
He sat in the corner, ordered a glass of lemonade, and was in a daze while waiting for someone.
In fact, the feeling is sensitive or not, and whether the body is heavy or not, these are trivial matters. After a long time, it is like the gravity of the earth. Once you get used to it, you can’t feel it. The reason why Xuanji regrets telling Yan Qiushan about the spirit of the weapon is because he In Nightmare Beast's illusion, he remembered something from a long time ago—the illusion that entertained Sheng Lingyuan for a whole day actually had a second half.
Touching the fish to write a chapter, I have been waiting for a long time! If my late procrastinating Thai boss doesn't call me back to rewrite my report today, I'll add another chapter this weekend.
ps what is clay sculpture