The Wuren tribe is not a fighting nation, and the tribe has a relatively peaceful personality—you can tell from the "curse" dug out of other people's graves by those special abilities.
Almost all of their mantras have corresponding solutions, and after they are solved, there are no sequelae. It's not easy, it's as simple as stabbing someone to death, but it's hard to bring the stabbed person back to life for the same reason. If it wasn't for the ancient sorcerer's ancestors, the unknown prophets, who designed a set of spells specifically for the liars thousands of years later, it can only mean that these spells they created back then were just for self-protection. Not to mention that the two children were not exposed to any evil spells.
The "curse" brought out by Sheng Lingyuan was basically a prank played by the brats in the clan. The two teenagers were forced to hide in Tibet, and they were chased and killed by the vicious monster clan.
On the way, the villages were desolate. Wherever crows gather, there must be dead bodies without heads and legs.
Aluojin felt that tears were too cowardly, worthless, let alone that girl's life, but he couldn't help it, so he stared hard at Sheng Lingyuan's back all the way, trying to stare back the tears. He saw blood that he had never seen in his life, witnessed a life that was not worth it, and his liver and gallbladder were torn. His fear became the fuel of anger, angry at the vicious world, and angry at his own weakness and incompetence.
But Xuanji was not the eight-year-old A Luojin, he watched coldly for a while, and then asked after deliberation.
"I ask a question that is not very respectful, Your Majesty, are your memories real?"
Sheng Lingyuan's gaze was still fixed on the two young men who were walking away, and his ears were turned towards him - why did you say that
"You just said that it was the demon king who ordered you to be hunted down. The demon clan also knew that you had hid in the territory of the witches. The witches are very difficult to deal with, right?" Xuan Ji said, "There is a very important Goal—you have a group of very difficult opponents—the witches. I think normal decision-makers will send the most reliable people to implement them. It is the three big monsters who chased you into the witches. Recently, I found myself I don’t know much about history, so I don’t know what the concept of “big monster” is, but you said that all twelve guards around you died on the way to escape, that must be very powerful. Although you two are big bosses, adding a piece back then was not enough. At the legal age of marriage, with a bottle of prank spells in hand, you managed to escape like that? I think it's a bit unreasonable."
Sheng Lingyuan paused, turned around from a few steps away, and looked at him inexplicably: "What do you mean?"
Xuan Ji was wearing a "beggar's outfit" that had been burnt into rags, and his jeans were rolled up, covered with a lot of mud, like a non-mainstream punk youth, saying "you" in one mouthful, with a very respectful tone, but the content was sharp and merciless .
"Of course, I just raised a doubt." Xuan Ji smiled, looked back at Sheng Lingyuan without evasion, and said nonsense without changing his face, "It may be that the big monsters just ate badly that day, or just Allergic to witch-human spells or something."
Sheng Lingyuan asked, "You said you were the patriarch?"
Xuan Ji shrugged: "Oh, yes, it's not my turn. Isn't this 'family fortune'?"
Sheng Lingyuan nodded absent-mindedly, thinking: "This little brat has a warm face and a cold heart, and his stomach is full of vicious hearts. He even burned his wings when he was a little bit on fire."
pretty good.
People who are too hot-hearted will not grow up, like Aluojin, there will be no good end.
Sheng Lingyuan asked: "Did my teacher leave a name in the history?"
"If you stay, you are prominent," Xuanji said, "I have recited it when I was a child, 'Emperor Shi Danli, who looks like a good girl, doesn't eat valleys, and does little about Emperor Wu. He has conspired for several years for him, and restored the country and returned the capital. Thinking about it, another five years...'”
Beheaded in the city.
The last sentence was supposed to be a test point, but when Xuan Ji almost blurted it out, he suddenly saw Sheng Lingyuan's eyes, those eyes were dark and silent, and the light reflected from the surroundings was like the fire reflected on the ice, so cold that it seemed a bit stinging, " Beheaded in the city" suddenly stood up from the text, and walked away with blood dripping from my heart.
Xuan Ji suddenly came back to her senses, swallowed these four words in one gulp, and forcibly changed her voice: "Ah... Well, having said that, just the words 'face is like a good girl' in the history books, this IP can After five hundred years of popularity, I have watched several TV dramas where he played him, married several Mary Sues, and in the end, I got involved, and I still haven't figured out who his partner is."
"What kind of hack?" Sheng Lingyuan was confused when he heard it, and seeing Xuan Ji's unshape appearance, he knew that it was not serious. It’s inconvenient to say it behind your back, but don’t call it that… what kind of Su. Wait, do you all like to arrange such things for the ancients now?”
When Sheng Lingyuan said this, he hesitated to speak, and his expression suddenly became a little indescribable. Xuan Ji was instantly blessed, and understood what he was hesitating for a second, and quickly said, "Don't worry, the gossip maker didn't kill you."
The corners of Sheng Lingyuan's eyes twitched, and his expression became even weirder.
"Because the history books say that you... are more powerful and majestic."
Like the king of Tota, cutting people is like cutting melons.
"Hiss... a righteous body can block gossip."
The girl's heart will be paralyzed when she sees your portrait, she really can't jump up.
"You guys..." Sheng Lingyuan was stuck in a rare situation, speechless for a while, then shook his head helplessly, couldn't help laughing, "Okay, thank you for your mercy."
When he smiled, his eyes curled up, and the ice inside was all shattered. When he mentioned the teacher who was beheaded by himself, his attitude was calm and calm, just like chatting with his high school teacher after dinner, Xuan Ji became suspicious for a moment. The authenticity of the history books—since Emperor Wu did not have a full face and a big beard, then... Are those rumors of "killing relatives and teachers" also made up by later generations for the sake of sensationalism
"What kind of person is that?"
Sheng Lingyuan squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. After hearing this question, the smile lines in the corners of his eyes suddenly flattened.
After a long while, he said almost word by word: "Stunning talent and stunning, literary and martial arts, I grew up with him, and he taught him. Many years after his death, the folks are still teaching him The ancestral hall was set up, and the people regarded him as a god, and I banned him by decree. Anyone who dared to engrave or depict Danli was regarded as treason, and the Yi tribe."
The wind in the valley suddenly became gloomy, making people tremble.
Sheng Lingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the valley in the distance, where it began to collapse, which indicated that his memory was slipping into a darker place: "If I guessed correctly, he should have been around here at the time, he wouldn't let me die .”
Xuan Ji was shocked and forgot the honorific: "You mean..."
"I thought I had nowhere to go, and I was hunted down to the Wuren tribe with twelve guards who died for me. In fact, all the dangers were carefully designed." Sheng Lingyuan said, "There are no coincidences in the world. "
The world collapsed to their feet, Xuan Ji grabbed Sheng Lingyuan and fell deeper. He is quite talented in conspiracies and tricks. Hearing this, the outline of the whole incident has already appeared in his mind.
Although the population of the human race is far greater than that of the monster race, they have no core combat power. The monks in the human race do not know how many years they have to practice, and with the addition of magic weapons, they can barely fight against the monster race. The little demon can wipe out the whole village as if playing around.
At that time, the capital of the country was overthrown, the royal family was few, and the dragons had no leader. All people's hopes were pinned on an illusory prophecy, and the protagonist of the prophecy was a child in his early ten years old. Their only chance is to get all kinds of help as possible, and the witch people are very important.
It is powerful on the one hand, but also because of the witch-human curse, ordinary people can also use it.
The only problem is that although the witch race is friendly, they never leave Dongchuan. They are calm and indifferent, and they are not competitive. Even the high officials and rich salary of Emperor Ping couldn't impress them, let alone the group of bereaved dogs who have subjugated the country now.
But Dongchuan has mountains, a moat, and a large formation set up by the Wuren tribe. It is isolated from the world. No matter how bloody it is outside, people "hid in a small building to form a unity", why did they come out to swim in the muddy water
Threats and lures are not enough, so the only way to go is the third way—the little prince is ten years old, a weak child, with no end in sight, no matter what, the witch tribe is still a human being, and it is impossible to leave him dead.
As long as the child stepped on the slope of the witch people, the witch people would be pulled into the human camp with one foot.
The great people only have interests in their eyes, but young people still have true love, and true love in troubled times is a rare sharp edge.
It turns out that all the mentions in the history books are full of intentions.
Aluojin chose the back figure he wanted to follow, and he has changed since then.
With him as the core, the younger generation of the Wuren Clan can no longer be as content as their ancestors. They are young and eager to leave their names in the world.
Six years later, the human race finally "searched" for their little prince who had been "lost" for many years, and sent someone to welcome him back.
Aluojin had a big fight with his father, and without hesitation, he led the rebellious young people away, rushing to a big dream of calming the world.
A lot of messy clips flashed before Xuan Ji's eyes, none of which were very good. They should have been quite difficult at first.
Sixteen or seventeen-year-old Sheng Lingyuan officially succeeded to the throne. At that time, he had already grown into an adult. Except that he had lived too hard and was a little thinner, his facial features and stature were actually the same as the man in front of him. It's not like the same person at all.
The young emperor is always exhausted, and his face may not have been washed unless he sees people. He seems to be able to fall asleep standing up with a sword at any time, and a circle of fluff has just grown on his lips. The perfect person's knife scratched casually, but he couldn't think of pulling it down, so it's no wonder that he left such a portrait like a nightshade.
But when he opened his eyes, there was light in those eyes, wedged in the wind and rain like a rock, they were eyes that would attract people to follow.
Xuan Ji asked: "But Aluojin is such an unreliable and rebellious boy, why did he succeed the patriarch so early?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them landed on the ground.
"Ah... Good question." Sheng Lingyuan said softly.
"Get out of the way! Let me go!" Aluojin's eyes were bloodshot, and three or four Wu tribe youths didn't hold him down, and he rushed out.
"Young patriarch, don't be impulsive!"
As soon as A Luojin rushed out of the tent, a fast horse braked in front of him. The horse stopped too quickly, and its front legs were raised high, almost throwing the person on its back off.
The knight on the horseback was the young human emperor, his chest was covered with bandages, slightly oozing blood, he staggered when he jumped off, and held the reins firmly so as not to kneel down.
When Aluojin saw him, the red threads in his eyes seemed to be dripping blood, and he struggled to say a word: "Brother, they are talking nonsense... aren't they?"
Sheng Lingyuan's blue lips moved, but no sound came out.
"They're talking nonsense! They don't like me, they make up nonsense to deceive me! Don't they?"
Sheng Lingyuan lowered his head abruptly, his handsome face seemed to have been cut by sharp pain, he held his breath, gritted his teeth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Half a month ago, the letter you sent back to the family passed through western Sichuan... was intercepted by the flying squirrels." Next, the courier was made into a human puppet and sent to the clan, the patriarch... the patriarch didn't check for a while... Aluojin!"
Aluojin shook and knelt down slumped.
The old ghost Sheng Lingyuan thousands of years later reached out his hands at the same time as the young emperor back then, one lightly pressed the top of A Luojin's head, and the other tremblingly touched the back of the boy's head.
"That day is Chinese New Year," Sheng Lingyuan said to Xuan Ji, "The Wuren Clan's New Year's Day is actually not this day, but they are curious and lively, so they come to have a drink together. There is nothing fun in the army. After three rounds of wine, wrestling The contestants were all tired, and some people began to sing and sing. A little brother sang a hometown tune, crying while singing, because his parents and brothers had died in the war, and he was homeless. A Luojin listened for a long time without saying a word , went back at night, wrote a letter home for the first time, and entrusted the most trustworthy person to quietly send it back to the clan... Even I kept it from myself, and only found out after the incident, he didn't want me to think he was weak."
Xuan Ji asked: "Then who is this so-called most trustworthy person?"
Sheng Lingyuan sighed, put his hands back into the sleeves of the withered grass robe: "You guessed it."
Aluojin took his people and ran away with Sheng Lingyuan, but he couldn't even speak the official language of the human race. When he first came outside, his living habits were very different. Sheng Lingyuan had too many decisions to make, and it was impossible to follow him every day. The nanny, taking care of the young and patriarch of the Wuren Clan, naturally fell on the meticulous and thoughtful emperor Dan Li.
"A Luojin said that there is something about Danli that resembles the Great Sage, and he feels kind to him when he sees him," Sheng Lingyuan said, "so he followed me and called him Master."
Xuan Ji suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Dan Li" should be very important, whether it is positive or negative, but until now, he has not seen this person in Sheng Lingyuan's memory.