It's hard to say whether Xuan Ji knew what was in the sword.
Although as a conspiracy theorist, Sheng Lingyuan thinks so, but before he is sure, he shouldn't show his flaws—because his eyes are darkened at the moment, he knows very little, he can't understand the words well, and he was In the trapped sword, he is in a state of letting others slaughter him. For Sheng Lingyuan, the most sensible choice should be to keep calm and watch from the sidelines.
Theoretically speaking, it is impossible for the natal sword to cut himself, otherwise Xuan Ji thrust the sword back every day, and would have stabbed himself into a high paraplegic.
But Sheng Lingyuan really didn't expect that this iron "chicken" would actually fly into the air after running! He lost his mind for a moment, and the moment the blade touched human flesh, his desire for blood actually overwhelmed his reason.
By the time he came back to his senses, it was already too late.
The hand was originally thin-skinned and had many blood vessels. The epee was embedded in the flesh of the palm, more than half an inch, the blood flowed profusely, and the blood tank filled up in the blink of an eye. At the same time, a ring of green radish stems emerged from the collar, cuffs and ankles, and the whole person became green, and his throat was slashed: "Blood! Ah! My mother! There is so much blood! Stop... no, that... hurry Help!"
He called the plane turbulent, so he didn't know how to come and help.
Ping Qianru jumped up, forgot to unfasten her seat belt, and was dragged back, chocolate and fish skin beans rolled all over the floor in her pocket.
Only Yang Chao remained calm, put down the book and took a look here, but before Xuan Ji could speak, he got up and went straight to the toilet, urinating.
Xuan Ji: "..."
These pro-colleagues.
The blade of the epee seemed to grow in his palm, greedily sucking his blood.
Such a big flaw, anyway, it was too late to make up for it, Sheng Lingyuan had a temper of "if it comes, it will be safe", since the cut was all cut, it was hard to recover, so he simply sucked the blood from the sword to his heart's content. He is like a person suffering from hunger and cold. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, he drank a bowl of boiling broth, and his whole body was warmed up—maybe he was used to the cold in the abyss, so he realized that he almost forgot the warm taste.
His sanity became much clearer in an instant, and his field of vision was broadened. He could even see everything in the whole small plane through the epee.
Amidst the "rumbling" noise of the plane, Xuanji sighed like an auditory hallucination: "It's so fresh..."
The veins on Xuan Ji's arm throbbed violently, and he thought to himself, "Are you fucking using me as an oyster?"
He didn't care that naked flames should be banned on the plane, dipped his other hand in blood, and quickly drew a complex rune on the sword. The epee burned as he wished, and fell off his palm with a "clang". The man snorted.
Before the fire alarm rang, Xuan Ji stretched out his hand and held the flame on the sword into his palm. At the same time, he seemed to see a pair of tender and affectionate eyes in the reflection of the sword, which were reddened by the fire, but still With a little smile, gentle enough to make people creepy.
Sheng Lingyuan was scorched by the flames, coughed a few times, and spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse, but he still asked enthusiastically, "What is an oyster?"
At this time, Ping Qianru finally got rid of her seat belt and ran over like a gust of wind. Xuan Ji was afraid that she would encounter this dangerous sword, so she stepped on the epee that had fallen to the ground, and put it under the seat. Sheng Lingyuan just got a benefit, and he didn't care about honor or disgrace, so he stepped on it casually.
"Director, are you okay, Director? Where did you cut it?" Ping Qianru was taken aback by the blood all over the place, and asked in a crying voice, "Is it the main artery?"
Xuan Ji: "... Girl, can I have a treat?"
"I, I, we have a first-aid kit. I'll find it for you right now. You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you." Ping Qianru ran two steps in a panic, and then called back, "Hold on, a while!"
"Hey," Xuan Ji nodded at her helplessly, "Go quickly, don't fall."
After all, the natal sword is the natal sword. As soon as the epee was out of his palm, his wounds began to heal on their own. After a few words, the severed tendon in his hand had begun to repair by itself. There was an unpredictable expression on the sword hilt protruding from the corner under the chair.
Taking advantage of the noise of the plane, he lowered his voice and said, "You're a little ungrateful... Your Majesty?"
Ever since he could remember, this sword has been with him. It is equivalent to a bone. The fact that the natal sword cannot be taken back, let alone him, is unheard of in the records of the entire clan. The blood that the ghost splattered on it has something to do with it. The unknown evil spirit had the same face as in his dream. When he woke up from Chiyuan, the disturbing pattern of mutant trees also appeared in his dream, as well as his killing intent in the hospital. The holy fire ring that burst in an instant... If the patriarchs of all generations have had the same dream, then this evil spirit must be inextricably linked with their "Fire Keeper" clan.
Xuan Ji felt something was wrong after waking up at noon. He dreamed that there was breathing sound around him, and at the same time, he felt that the sword was much colder than usual, and what really made him sure that there was something wrong with the sword was the butterfly in the mirror. ——When he approached the butterfly, the pair of smiling faces on the butterfly's wings changed, one turned into a frightened face, and the other turned into a crying face.
Fear is easy to understand, Xuanji wards off evil spirits, and is the natural nemesis of these things. When the butterfly sees him, it may be equivalent to seeing a large crematorium.
But what happened to that aggrieved little crying face
If this butterfly has not evolved the ability to "split the butterfly" in addition to being extraordinarily long-lived and able to live, it can only be that it senses the existence of another person... or another thing.
His sword was born of raging fire, and all evils retreated. It stands to reason that there shouldn't be anything attached to it. But if it's the devil... It's not impossible for such a bizarre thing to happen, after all, the holy fire ring protects him.
Regardless of the gloomy sacrifice, the devil said something when he killed Bi Chunsheng, and only Xuan Ji, who was the closest, heard it. There were two words in that sentence that he cared about a lot, one was "Zhen" and the other was "Your wait".
"Wait" seems to imply that there is someone behind Bi Chunsheng.
And "Zhen" was just an ordinary self-proclaimed name before the Kyushu Rebellion—to be exact, before the first "Battle of Pingyuan", which was used by everyone. Later, when Emperor Ping's ambitions swelled and he began to fight against Chiyuan, he made this word exclusive to the royal family. Then those who blurt out such words were either born in the era before Emperor Ping, or they were some emperor after that. [Note]
Except for a few prodigal kings, most emperors have real estate after death.
Only two people were buried in Chiyuan, one was Emperor Qi Ping who died without a place to die in the "Battle of Pingyuan", and the other was Emperor Wu who was so crazy that he jumped down by himself.
And Qi's national surname is "Sheng".
So who would he be
Xuan Ji was not sure, so he was vague, and planned to try to cheat casually first.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the hoarse voice laughing in a low voice: "Then how do you want me to repay your kindness?"
This sentence is nothing, followed by a more terrifying sentence.
Xuan Ji heard the devil in the sword say again: "So that's it, this little devil is really good at putting on a show."
Xuan Ji's mind went blank for a moment, and then the hair all over his body exploded: "Damn it, he can hear what I'm thinking!"
At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan in Jianli "heard" his swearing, and immediately realized something.
The reactions of the two were quite consistent. They emptied their minds almost at the same time, forced themselves to focus on one thing, and cut off all thoughts—Xuan Ji began to concentrate on counting the hairs on Luo Cuicui's head, while Sheng Lingyuan in the sword silently recited the complete Unintelligible ancient scriptures.
Both of these two belong to the type who wear countless masks and have a lot of city in their hearts. They never expected that one day they would be forced to "connect with each other" with a stranger with no clear position.
It's too good to pass!
People with deep thoughts can control every minute of their micro-expressions, and some masters can even precisely arrange their body language, but who can control their own brains
Comrade Luo Cuicui's hair couldn't help counting, Xuan Ji quickly counted to the head, he was at the end of his rope, and a thought still couldn't help popping up: "Damn it, what the hell is going on?"
In Sheng Lingyuan's ancient scriptures, there was a sentence of "not bad" gnashing his teeth.
Xuan Ji: "Different Control Bureau beat me, and won't pay me fourteen months' monthly salary at the end of the year. This matter is endless."
Although no one could understand Sheng Lingyuan's scriptures except himself, Xuan Ji judged from the pronunciation, he recited a sentence heavily, and repeated it three or four times, and finally couldn't help but let out a sentence: "The initiator of the gloomy sacrificial scriptures, I He will be hacked into pieces."
Xuan Ji: "So there is an instigator of the gloomy sacrificial ceremony? Is Bi Chunsheng really just a puppet on the stage?"
He threw out a question, and there were two voices from Sheng Lingyuan at the same time, one was his usual slow and easy tone, accompanied by a chuckle: "Guess".
The other was cold: "Bullshit."
Xuan Ji: "..."
Senior devil, you are so smart.
Sheng Lingyuan's inconsistency was an instinctive reaction, and after he finished speaking, he himself came to his senses: "... What do you mean by fine points?"
"'Jingfen' is..." Xuan Ji couldn't explain clearly for a while, his heart was in a mess, and the noises in his heart became a ball, and finally converged into one sentence, "I'm so fucking broken."
Sheng Lingyuan hadn't learned the word "collapse", so all kinds of ancient scriptures and prose on his side rang out one by one in a mess, and occasionally there seemed to be a few ancient nursery rhymes mixed in.
At this time, Ping Qianru finally dug out the first-aid kit on the plane, trotted all the way back, and said incoherently, "What's the matter? Director, I haven't used this first-aid kit before, what's the hurry?"
"Well... First of all, please pass me a wet tissue." Xuan Ji raised her injured hand to show her, the wound that was bleeding profusely just now has only a light white mark left, "then tell me this It's reimbursed at the carpet cleaning bureau, isn't it?"
Ping Qian stared blankly at his hand.
Xuan Ji said dryly: "I'm sorry, you came late, and I didn't get to see it for the last time."
Ping Qianru went on two business trips with the new boss in total. The first time there was lightning, thunder, ice and fire, and finally the building was blown up. disaster star. Everyone is special, and the catastrophe is particularly "special", which is understandable, so he gladly accepted Xuan Ji's strangely healed wound and helped him clean up the blood.
Xuan Ji did some mechanical scrubbing work repeatedly, while Sheng Lingyuan drove the classics and history collection back and forth several times, and the two finally calmed down a bit.
Xuan Ji dismissed Ping Qianru, "pleased" the epee from under the seat, looked out the small window, stared at the vast sea of clouds, and said to Sheng Lingyuan in her heart: "Senior, do you have any other ideas? "
Sheng Lingyuan said concisely: "Let me out."
Xuan Ji: "I want to let it go too, but I don't even know how you got in."
This is the truth, and at this point, it doesn't make sense for them not to tell the truth.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Broken Sword."
"It can be seen that you are not afraid of death." Xuan Ji said, "This is my natal sword. The sword is there. Even if I am willing to smash it, I don't know how to smash it, unless we commit suicide together."
Sheng Lingyuan remained silent, thinking: "That's better than this."
Xuan Ji: "If you want to die, you can do it yourself, I don't, I haven't lived enough yet."
Sheng Lingyuan really wanted to "take care of himself", but unfortunately he was powerless, so he had no choice but to follow him, and heard Yang Chao, a prospective graduate student slipping back to his seat, "buzzing" to endorse.
"Emperor Qi Wu Sheng Xiao, is a famous statesman and military strategist in the history of our country... Uh... what else?" Famous reformers, military strategists, and thinkers in the world... ”
Xuan Ji: "Hey, aren't you a politician?"
Yang Chao glanced at him through his slender glasses: "... statesman, reformer, thinker..."
Xuan Ji began to doubt the water content of this so-called "big encyclopedia": "Didn't you read 'statesman, military strategist and reformer' the first time?"
Yang Chao opened the book and glanced at it, turned his back angrily, and kept his mouth shut.
Xuan Ji's mind was like a colander, he didn't dare to think about anything, and he didn't have much to talk to the big devil who wanted to die, so he decided to "trick cats and dogs", he stretched his arms and pulled away He picked up the review materials in Yang Chao's hand: "Hey, we're almost at the station, you just memorized the second paragraph—no, Comrade Xiao Yang, did you just memorize vocabulary for level four and six for half a year, and at the end you only knew 'abandon ' that passer-by."
"Nonsense," Yang Chao jumped up blushing and retorted thickly, "I even recited 'abyss' once!"
As he spoke, he snatched his review materials. The plane announced that it was about to land. Yang Chao's elbow bumped against the small bar and got numb. The review materials flew out and spread out face-up—
I saw the highlight strokes on the top: "Qi Wu Emperor Sheng Xiao, is a famous statesman, military strategist, reformer in the history of our country, and also a tyrant with mixed reputation."
The author has something to say: Note: Everything about history in this article is made up by me.
In order to avoid misleading, let me clarify that the word "zhen" was a self-proclaimed word in ancient my country—very, very ancient times, not limited to the royal family (the "Zhenhuang Kaoyue Boyong" that I learned in the texts when I was a child is this word) Probably after the Qin Dynasty, it began to be used by emperors, but it is not commonly used. It is just some important occasions or written language. In the historical records, many emperors of the Qin and Han Dynasties still called themselves "I".