Xuan Ji saw his calm face at first, thought it was all right, and followed Sheng Lingyuan a few steps hesitantly, before deciding whether to rescue the deteriorating relationship between the two of them first, or to ask serious things first, seeing that he had nothing to do. Kneeled without warning.
"Hey you… "
"Don't touch it." Sheng Lingyuan's forehead was covered with cold sweat and his breath was trembling, but he blocked his hand, "There is... cough, there is blood."
Xuan Ji choked up, and immediately remembered the unlucky things this old ghost did before, and retracted his fingers that had touched his shoulders into his sleeves, turned around and shouted: "Old Wang, come and help!"
But when the words fell, Sheng Lingyuan completely lost consciousness and fell on his hand.
Xuan Ji was stunned, and thought: "It's so hot."
"What do you need me for? Do you want to be sent to the hospital? But the hospital's specialty seems to be wrong, can it cure the sword spirit?" Dui Wang leaned over, scratched his hair, and he didn't know which brain circuit was shorted again, "This... like Shouldn't he have an MRI in this situation?"
"You can't put it in the microwave yet. (Note)" Xuan Ji replied angrily, "Go and help me open the car door."
He carefully checked whether there was blood leaking from Sheng Lingyuan's body, leaned over, picked him up, and put him into the van.
Wang Ze muttered inexplicably: "Didn't you say to 'help me' when you called me?"
I don’t know which restaurant the van is delivering seafood to. The taste inside is not very good. Fortunately, even the artificial leather seats are soft enough in the eyes of the ancients. When Sheng Lingyuan was moved, he unconsciously opened his eyes, and his body tensed up instinctively. However, from the field of vision that he struggled to open a gap, he happened to see the dawn of Dongchuan. He was in a daze for a while, and suddenly forgot himself When and where he was, and then fell into a deeper coma.
The half-folded car seat gently wrapped him, and his thoughts followed the handful of ashes blown away by the wind, returning to the unreachable witch tribe.
He remembered that he was injured that time, unlike this time when his chest was burning with pain, he felt very cold that time, and the blood from his whole body was about to flow dry. The old patriarch covered him in a cloak and carefully carried him up the mountain. Dasheng's cabin was warm and dry, filled with the smell of licorice... It was so warm that it broke the tight string in his heart.
After an unknown period of time, he was awakened by the clear and crisp children's voice. A child pretended to be indifferent, and walked up and down under his window root, humming nursery rhymes he didn't understand, trying to attract his attention.
It was also dawn, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the bright morning sun picking out a golden thread from the top of the mountain, and then it was out of control, splashing luxuriously on half the hillside, and there was a thick pear tree in the back window of the cabin , regardless of the season, half blooming, half hanging fruit, and then people began to come in and out of the outer room, and the wooden door creaked. Drilling in the house, like the singing child, lest others not know their cuteness.
The pear tree of the Great Saint Seed bears fruit as big as a fist, half of which is distributed to the tribe, and the other half is eaten by Aluojin.
The boy climbed up the tree like a monkey, and he kept eating and taking again every time. When he was full, he stripped off his clothes, revealing his sun-tanned back, walked around shirtless, and took them to the altar outside the altar. Dried pears in a small cave, thinking that no one knows.
There is a cold pond under the altar, Sheng Lingyuan is greedy for coolness, and likes to spend time there, tired of reading, he goes to Aluojin's "treasure house" to get a handful of dried pears, His Majesty refuses to be a thief, he touches it openly, never Deliberately hiding his traces, it's a pity that Aluojin was so cautious that he didn't realize that his collection was missing at all.
"Brother Lingyuan, come and see, I stole the butterfly with the human face of the Great Sage!"
"What... why did you get out of the circle, and return it quickly, looking for a fight?"
"Hey, don't tell my dad that it's okay, I'll take a look and not let it out. Brother, do you think this thing can really summon ghosts and gods and bring the dead back to life?"
"When you die, you die. People die like a lamp goes out. Ghosts and gods are all made up by people to deceive themselves."
"Then... if you die, don't you have nothing? Can you not die?"
"Everyone is mortal unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless the stranger is possessed by demons."
"Really!" Little Alozin was taken aback, and asked with twinkling eyes, "Isn't that amazing?"
"Children, what's so great about this?"
The young and mature human emperor snorted, but Aluojin refused to give up the topic, and insisted on asking, so entangled that he couldn't even read the book: "Why? Brother Lingyuan, you can live for a long time, why is it not amazing? "
"Because no good thing in the world lasts long. I heard that the most beautiful flower takes a long time to bloom. It blooms once in a lifetime and withers in a moment. When the oldest person dies, when he recalls his whole life, there are only a few happy things. , are fleeting like stone fire. My teacher said that only those who cannot live or die will live forever—stop talking nonsense, send the butterflies back to the Great Sage, children are fine talking about life and death , don’t you know the taboo? Anyway, you’re still too early to die.”
But that was a long time... a long time ago.
Who knows that this life is so short and so long.
Xuan Ji put Sheng Lingyuan down, and found that when the man opened his eyes just now, his eyes were confused for a moment, then his eyelashes slowly sank, his eyebrows stretched, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Xuan Ji was taken aback, but before he could see clearly, the smile disappeared again.
Like a flower that blooms once in a lifetime and withers with a snap of the fingers.
When Xuan Ji set up the formation, a whole box of mineral water and a water tank of a van evaporated, and the surrounding area was filled with warm water vapor, like a steamer. Team Wang gathered the water vapor together and hung it on the roof of the van. After it cooled down, he refilled it into the water tank of the car.
Although the bread looked a bit old, it was unexpectedly "old and strong". It ran all the way, was disembowelled by Gu Yuexi, and put back again, and the return journey was still working well.
"I heard that Director Xiao was struck by lightning." Dui Wang finished calling the colleagues who cleaned up the scene, then turned around and said to the others. Seeing the weird expressions on everyone's faces, he quickly pointed to his face, "No... Comrades, please look at my stern expression, I mean it literally, not scolding him."
Zhang Zhaona wondered: "It's not raining, where did the thunder come from? Besides, Director Xiao himself is from the lightning department, how could he still be struck by lightning?"
"That's not the point," Gu Yuexi hurriedly asked, "How are you?"
"It can be said that it is fortunate that he is from the Lightning Department, otherwise everyone would have to hold a memorial service for him tomorrow." Team Wang said, "He has been sent to the hospital now, but the colleagues who accompanied him just now said that the situation is stable and there is no problem."
All the field workers were relieved when they heard about it. Xuan Ji looked at them and thought with relief, "There is still a bit of friendship in the war."
Seeing Gu Yuexi patted his chest: "I was scared to death, in case Papa Xiao really has some troubles, what should we do if our budget is overrun in the future, who should we ask?"
Xuan Ji: "..."
The truth of the world is really stark.
In a few words, Wang Dui roughly told what happened on the witch man's grave, and then turned to Xuan Ji, "By the way, Director Xuan, did your sword spirit just say that he put some thunder talisman?"
Xuan Ji rubbed the space between his brows: "Well, he probably tampered with A Luojin's body and left it there on purpose to wait for the person who manipulated the gloomy sacrifice to take the bait, but it seems that what was caught was just a clone, and the clone was caught When the lightning strikes, the real body can still make a phone call to trick us. When we go back, we can first check where the call was made from just now."
Seeing that his expression was not right, Gu Yuexi asked sensitively, "What's wrong?"
"Aluojin—that's the devil just now. He said that the person who made the gloomy sacrificial rite wanted to rekindle the Chiyuan fire. There were many terms mentioned in it. I didn't quite understand them. The pronunciation is close to 'monster clan' and 'shadow clan' And the 'Gaoshan Clan'... don't ask me what these are, I don't know," Xuan Ji said thoughtfully, "I suspect this matter is not over yet."
Zhang Zhao asked: "What do you mean by 'the Chiyuan fire is burning again'? What will happen if it burns? Will the volcano erupt?"
Xuan Ji shook her head, but did not answer.
When the Chiyuan fire started again, will it really return to what Aluojin said before the melee in Kyushu? He couldn't help but glance at Sheng Lingyuan, who was quietly curled up on the half-reclined seat, with his head tilted out of the window, as if he was nostalgic for something.
There is actually one more point in Xuan Ji's heart, which is puzzling - are the people summoned by the gloomy sacrificial rite random
Those who are qualified to become a big devil must not be meek and peaceful, so the person who manipulates the gloomy sacrificial rites, isn't he afraid that the twisted melon will not be sweet, and he will attract a bunch of troublemakers
Anyway, the first one is very uncooperative.
This kind of operation sounds like playing with fire and luck, which is not in line with the style of a schemer.
So... what kind of people would respond to that liturgy if not at random
Xuanji remembers the first time he saw Sheng Lingyuan in Chiyuan, he said, "The gloomy sacrificial oration is the art of communicating with the world. Since I was awakened by this person, I must have something in common with him, otherwise, his blood flow will not flow." into my coffin."
To put it bluntly, everyone has something in common. The framework of human nature is there, and there are only a few basic emotions for everyone. The concept of "similarity" is too broad.
what would that be
The day in Dongchuan has already begun. The various breakfast stalls are steaming with fireworks. The morning peak has just begun to appear, and the speed of the return journey has slowed down a lot.
When I arrived at the hotel, I saw a large group of people gathered in the shopping mall downstairs, as if they were talking about the "collapse" of the floor. Several field workers were veterans who managed to kill or bury, and pretended not to see it. He returned the car in a hurry and slipped back quietly.
Xuan Ji put Sheng Lingyuan back to the hotel, tested his temperature, and it was not so hot anymore.
Fortunately, he thought, otherwise I really don't know how to deal with it.
Sheng Lingyuan's body can bleed, get injured, and get fever. It looks like a mortal body, but Chi Yuan can't be burned, and it has been used as a sword for three thousand years. Is it dead or alive? Which species? It's hard to explain it all. If there is a problem, human medical methods will definitely not be able to deal with it.
Xuan Ji was finally able to catch his breath for a while. He made himself a cup of tea, took a simple bath, and leaned on another bed. He wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, but when he closed his eyes, there was always that blocking scene in front of him. The back in front of him, lingering, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
So he took out his mobile phone, searched for a copy of "Emperor Qi Wu's Notes" on the reading software, and bought it for a fee.
It is said that although this is a popular book, it was written by an old expert in ancient history, and it is solid and reliable. As soon as the book cover was opened, the big and thick portrait jumped out. Xuan Ji couldn't help but glance at Sheng Lingyuan, shrank the phone under the quilt, and secretly held it in the palm of his hand to look at it... It was obviously serious For popular science books, his reading posture is like a dog peeking at a little yellow book on the subway.
"... Emperor Wu Sheng Xiao was born in the first battle of Pingyuan. Some people said that he was born in response to a catastrophe. That tragic battle kicked off the prelude of twenty years of war. , The newborn little prince also disappeared in the hasty defeat of the emperors and generals, and was only found by the ministers two years later."
"It is not known what kind of process it has gone through. How did the courtiers confirm the true identity of the little prince, and no relevant historical materials have been found. There has always been a school of thought in the academic circles that Emperor Wu is not the direct son of Emperor Ping and Empress Chen, otherwise His later act of killing his mother was too inhumane. I personally think that this speculation lacks evidence.”
"First of all, there is indeed a record in "Book of Qi" that 'Empress Chen is pregnant', inferred from the time of birth, which matches Sheng Xiao's birth record. In addition, the statement of 'civet cat for prince' is also difficult to stand Because before Sheng Xiao, Empress Chen had another son, Sheng Wei, the elder brother of Emperor Wu, who was three years older than him, and lived to adulthood in troubled times. It is even more unreasonable to abandon parents and children and pass on the throne to false children."
"To sum up, although some 'fans' could not accept Sheng Xiao's mother-killing behavior emotionally, and put forward various hypotheses to try to rationalize it, but there was not enough evidence to support it. Throughout Emperor Wu's life, there were enemy troops besieging the city Sometimes the bright moments of using the body as bait to save the people of a city from being slaughtered also have the dark side of tyranny and bloodthirsty and disowning relatives. We should look at historical figures from a more objective and fair perspective... "
Xuan Ji skipped over the author's historical views in the following paragraph at a glance, and turned to the next chapter, where the author quoted a personality psychologist's evaluation—
"It is said that although he was born during the war and grew up in the army, his personal living habits are very sophisticated and he has a strong desire to control. It is mentioned in "Book of Qi-Emperor Wu" that Sheng Xiao hates disheveled clothes very much, except when he was young. On the days of wandering, even if my biological mother asked to see her, she had to wait for her to take a bath, change clothes, and tidy up before she would show up. Once she was seriously ill and fell into a coma for three days. Personal image. This seems to be some kind of compensation for his early years of living in a fixed place and his environment infinitely out of control... "
Xuan Ji's eyes lingered for a moment on "I hate disheveled clothes very much", and then her eyes drifted to Sheng Lingyuan's straw woven robe with frayed edges and messy hair.
Then he got up in a strange way, soaked the towel, and adjusted the temperature of the water while thinking: "What is this? Am I sick... Tsk, no, I belong to repaying kindness and revenge."
Director Xuan, who has "clear grievances and grievances", thought seriously, and "Wei Guangzheng" came to the bedside with a large wet towel in his hand, and studied carefully for a long time how the straw woven robe of "ancient man" was tied. belt buckle.
"I'm not playing hooligans." Xuan Ji thought while explaining, "I just took a look at the wound he was stabbed when he was backlashed by the formation just now..."
A pale hand suddenly pinched his veins.
Xuan Ji: "..."
Can this majesty still recover? It's not the right time to come, it's not the right time to faint, it's not the right time to bleed, and it's not the right time for the "Bluetooth" to be cut off... It's not even the right time to wake up!
The author has something to say: Note: NMR is the same as a microwave oven, and metal cannot be inserted into it