Xuan Ji stared fiercely at the person in the short video, the breath of the person blowing the xun was steady and long, and the sound of the music was as calm and unrestrained as the clay of burning pottery. After listening to it for a while, my heart calmed down.
Xuan Ji looped the short video for a few minutes, but the boiling fire in her heart calmed down inexplicably.
He fumbled for a cigarette from his coat pocket, found a place to sit among the thirty-five steles without much respect, and meditated for a while with the repeated Xun sound, then turned his head to look at the man who had been cracked by him. The cracked stone tablet: "If it is true that he sealed us into the Chiyuan and turned us into such a virtuous person, ghosts and ghosts, you still use your body to preserve his bones?"
The stele was silent.
"In the sixth year of Qizheng, you were the one who sneaked into the mausoleum and played hooligans, right? Is there something wrong with your brain?" Xuan Ji puffed on the stele, "I'll tell you the truth, this ancestor, I read it all There are 300 articles on 'scumbags', and I have never seen such an extreme Stockholm Syndrome like yours."
The ghost knights next to him looked at him curiously, not understanding what terrible things he was talking about.
Xuan Ji turned around and asked the leading knight: "Does our family have a "Thousand Monsters Illustrated Book"?"
The knight stretched out his hand, and the black mist that formed his arms dispersed, and after a while, a tattered ancient scroll was rolled back and spread out in front of him.
"This is the hand-painted hand-painted by the legendary Emperor Shi Danli," Xuan Ji took a closer look. This hand-painted book is too old, and after several repairs, the remaining breath of the original owner is gone. His fingers slid between the mottled words, Ask casually, "Have you heard of this person?"
The knights did not answer, but collectively made strange noises.
Xuan Ji was surprised to find that they were trembling. These ghost knights were all wearing helmets, their faces were behind the masks, and their expressions could not be seen, but he could feel their teeth clucking, and their bodies exuded a strong of fear and hatred.
Three thousand years after his death, mentioning a name would cause waves in the abyss.
Xuan Ji suddenly remembered that at the entrance of Dongchuan's hotel, Aluojin said something to him - "You have the same smell as him, you have the smell of Vermillion Bird".
This "he" should not refer to Sheng Lingyuan, but most likely Dan Li.
That's why in Suhui, Sheng Lingyuan put a pot on his head casually, that's why Aluojin was so easy to be fooled.
Xuan Ji cursed: "My ancestors wouldn't really be related to such a bad person, would they?"
Then this year's Spring Festival, when netizens gathered to complain about the best relatives activities, wouldn't he be able to stand out
There are many official histories, unofficial histories, and even fabricated interpretations about Danli. At present, the most widely accepted statement in the special energy world is that Danli first appeared on the stage of history in a Suzaku temple.
Xuan Ji searched for the keyword "Suzaku" in the information downloaded to the mobile phone, and quickly jumped out of a long speech. He scanned the ten lines at a glance, raised his head in confusion, and stared at the ghost knights.
"It's strange," said Xuan Ji, "according to the most authoritative historical materials in the Bureau, Chiyuan's original name was Nanming Valley, and it was the nest of the divine bird Suzaku. Because of the climate change at that time, there was a territorial conflict between the human race and the demon race. Pull the frame, set Chiyuan on fire with Nanming Lihuo...but that's not what that Aluojin said."
Aluojin has been emphasizing the "reignition of Chiyuan", so Xuanji once believed that Chiyuan's "default state" is burning, and it was a whimsical lunatic like Emperor Wu who sealed Chiyuan so that people with special abilities Races are extinct.
But judging from the historical data, this does not seem to be the case. The process is as follows: first, the Suzaku bird was forced by historical circumstances to ignite Chiyuan, and then wiped out the clan. To extinguish the fire of war, also extinguish the fire of Chiyuan.
"The routine of this story sounds familiar," Xuan Ji muttered, "Why is it so similar to the work we usually do in the aftermath department. The predecessors caused troubles, and the descendants wiped their asses?",
It is also said in historical materials that the divine bird Suzaku "ignited Chiyuan" in order to separate the two races of human and monsters who were fighting endlessly. The literal meaning seems to be that Suzaku built a roadblock and forcibly separated the two sides.
But what's the use of this roadblock
Not really - didn't the Chiyuan fire never go out afterwards, and it didn't delay the life-and-death battle between the human race and the monster race for decades, which shows that both the human race and the monster race will "jump through the fire ring".
So Suzaku's so-called "lighting Chiyuan fire" must have other meanings.
Xuan Ji suddenly thought of something, and quickly turned forward: "Why are the human race and the demon race clashing... Yes, it is because of climate change, the demon race's 'spiritual energy loss', they can no longer live in their hometown, and go out to work. "
Ancient wars were generally related to resource shortages, and this reason should be reliable.
"It is also said here that Nanming Valley, the predecessor of Chiyuan, also cooled down because of this natural disaster. This kind of statement is so subtle."
Aluojin believes that "abnormal energy" is sealed in Chiyuan, and only by re-igniting the Chiyuan fire will Dongchuan give birth to a new witch race.
The territory of the ancient monster clan "spiritual energy is lost", and when the people are in dire straits, the divine bird Suzaku also chooses to ignite the Chiyuan Fire...
"Do you think there is such a possibility?" Xuan Ji didn't care if the ghost knights could understand, he regarded them as a row of tree holes, and said to himself, "The sacred bird Suzaku lived in Nanming Valley, not because The feng shui here is good, but it is to guard Chiyuan. Chiyuan is like a... er... not environmentally friendly engine. Although it is useful, it is more destructive. It is the same as nuclear weapons and cannot be used easily. Suzaku felt soft-hearted for a moment, and still opened this Pandora's urn."
"Yes," Xuan Ji jumped up, "so this can also explain why the demon king would 'slay the gods'. Back then, both the human race and the demon race worshiped the Suzaku and regarded them as divine birds. Just because the Suzaku blocked the way, the Abandoning the previous belief in slaughtering gods, even if the demon king is an 'atheist', it is too easy to do this without psychological obstacles."
Unless he is driven by an irresistible temptation!
And the historical data also revealed a very important point - the two races of the monsters only clashed on a small scale at the beginning, and did not go to war completely. At this stage, the strength of the two sides should be about the same.
Because if one party is overwhelmingly stronger than the other, then it will not be a "conflict" but a unilateral "aggression". Even if Emperor Ping was a brain-dead—although history judged him to be a brain-dead—but even a player with cerebral palsy couldn’t do such a thing if he went all the way to provoke an opponent he couldn’t beat at all. Besides, even in the evil old society, would the emperor let him play to his death for such a big matter? The ministers around him didn't persuade him
Before the melee started, the mainstream opinion of the human race was to actively fight. It can be seen that they evaluated the strength of both sides at that time and believed that they had a great chance of winning.
But a strange thing happened after the demon king slaughtered the Suzaku tribe. As soon as the scuffle started, the demon tribe suddenly seemed to be on the hook. People had no room to fight back.
Until... Emperor Wu Sheng Xiao was born.
In Wannianyi, when Sheng Xiao killed the demon king, he admitted that he was not human. This reminded Xuanji of the first time he met Emperor Wu who claimed to be Sheng Lingyuan in Chiyuan, he had asked him what his origin was.
That majesty once said a word, he said: "The gods are the sustenance of people, but I am the delusion of people."
People's... delusion, what does that mean
Xuan Ji's eyes fell on the mobile phone - from Dongchuan to Yuyang, almost half of the border was crossed. Sheng Lingyuan is not familiar with the place in modern society, why did he go so far away
The group is queuing up to brush "Gou Fugui, don't talk to me" (Note), Xuan Ji sent a fifty-two red envelope to tell them to shut up, and asked, "Is there any trustworthy eyeliner in Yu Yang?"
Wang Dui, who was obviously the first to make a move, and ended up grabbing a penny, was very tired, and didn't want to meddle in his own business at all, so he said, "What are you doing, you Jian ran away from home, right? What's wrong with you two?" I said Director Xuan, you are old enough, you have nowhere to use your energy, and you fight with your own sword every day. If this is an iron sword, you can pinch it, but you are a golden sword, take care of yourself, big brother !"
His two team members are especially good at cheering, and they started to brush "Long Dim Sum" again.
Xuan Ji: "..."
Aquarium, a very auspicious lineage, but sometimes a bit too philistine.
"You don't need eyeliner to find him, and you can watch short videos all over the world. It's an antique, and you don't have any idea about the Internet—but he won't travel so far for no reason, maybe he discovered something. I want to let Please help to pay attention to whether there are other suspicious persons in Yuyang these two days. Those who have been on the wanted list in the bureau, or disappeared for unknown reasons..." Xuan Ji paused, "The night before yesterday, Zhichun was stolen, do you know? "
Xuan Ji and Xiao Zheng rushed back to the General Administration ahead of time, while Fengshenyi and the rest of the aftermath department stayed in Dongchuan for a while to deal with the follow-up matters, and did not get involved in the earthquake of the Alien Control Bureau.
After Xuan Ji finished sending out a voice, the Fengshens in the group who love to swipe the screen fell silent collectively.
Xuan Ji added another sentence to cover up: "It may not necessarily be related, it may be two things, and the theft of Zhichun is still under internal investigation, don't tell others that I told you."
"Grandma's," Wang Dui, who was talking nonsense like a train, said succinctly, "Kill him."
"I'll go out for a while." Xuan Ji rolled up the "Illustrated Book of Thousand Demons" in her arms, and said to the ghost knights, "Maybe I'll be back soon, so please take a good look at your home."
As he spoke, he put his mobile phone in his pocket and walked out—behind him, a wisp of white smoke was rising from the stone tablet that was cracked by him, following him silently, like a river flowing into the sea, It fell into Xuan Ji's heart.
There were originally two dates of "birth and death" on the stone tablet. Under the nervous gaze of the ghost knights, the date of death engraved on the stone suddenly faded until it disappeared completely.
Then, as if contagious, the second stone tablet next to it shook slightly, and when no one touched it, it also cracked from the same place.
When Yan Qiushan woke up in the hotel in Yuyang City, his first reaction was to reach out and touch the metal shards on his chest. The shards were still there, stained with his body temperature, and felt warm.
Only then did he relax his neck, lay back on the pillow, and let out a foul breath.
It was four o'clock in the morning, and the sky had not yet broken.
The night before, after sending those people away, Yan Qiushan always felt that the room smelled of shark blood, so he opened the windows to let in air. It may be that the floor is relatively low and there is noise from the street. He felt as if someone was blowing the xun in his ear all night, making him dreamy.
Yan Qiushan stood up and washed up briefly. He took a look in the mirror, he didn't sleep well, his eyes were blue, the white eyeballs were bloodshot, his beard hadn't been shaved for a long time, he grew blindly, his growth was inside out,
Yan Qiushan examined his own image, feeling that the person in the mirror looked like a wanted criminal on the run. He took out a multifunctional knife from his pocket and shaved against his face.
At this time, someone knocked on his door, and the blind man's voice came: "Captain Yan, it's time to prepare, there is breakfast downstairs."
Yan Qiushan didn't know what was going on, his hands trembled, and when he didn't pay attention, he left a small gash, oozing blood.
He subconsciously blurted out, "It's okay."
After finishing speaking, Yan Qiushan was stunned, the skin was scratched by himself, who did he tell that it was all right
The scene that flashed by in the dream at night suddenly became clear—
Captain Yan is a person with no rules in his life. He used to lead Fengshenyi, but he was always woken up by urgent tasks. He poured cold water on his head and face, and ran away with his clothes casually. If nothing happened, he could sleep until noon. Like being run over by a dog, pour cold water on it, put clothes on your body and run away.
For so many years, Zhichun took care of maintaining the image of a dog outside. Zhichun would fold the clothes to be worn face up every day and put them on the bedside for him, so that even if he closed his eyes, he would not wear them backwards, and would shave him well. In the beginning, Zhichun was clumsy. Electric razors were not popular at that time, and Yan Qiushan was not honest when sleeping. chin, and then I can't live with myself for a day. Yan Qiushan was used to it. When his jaw hurt while he was half asleep, he would casually say "it's okay".
The blind man at the door asked suspiciously, "What?"
"It's nothing." Yan Qiushan's eyes turned cold, and he splashed some water to wipe away the blood, "Come here."
Twenty minutes later, the off-road vehicle quietly drove out from the backyard of the hotel, and the entire lazy Yu Yangcheng fell asleep.
In the shadow of the small building, Sheng Lingyuan walked out slowly, raised his hand and put Tao Xun on the branch, and the figure flashed, and he clung to it not far or near.
"After finding the tomb of Prince Gaoshan, the Yan team must first copy the sacrificial text, and pay attention to leaving the last stroke. The gloomy sacrificial text must be written at midnight," the blind man said to Yan Qiushan in the car, "We still have time." It’s enough, as long as the snake skin doesn’t lead you in the wrong direction.”
"why?"
"Because the sacrifices for Bichun's Life Sacrifice were completed at midnight." The blind man said, "The sacrifices have already been served, but what we asked for has not been completed, and this transaction has not yet ended. It has to be done according to her first order." It's time for the funeral."
Yan Qiushan pushed his sunglasses, and asked whether intentionally or unintentionally: "Are you sure I can make it? If not, shark blood is so precious, who is responsible for this matter?"
"The people who write the sacrificial rites are carefully selected," the blind man said softly. "Since the master ordered you, it means that he trusts you. If you can't do it, others can't do it... I heard the sound of the waves, snake skin, look at you It's gone."
The author has something to say: Note: It is not a typo.
I made up the original sentence is "Don't forget the rich and the rich", here is the custom of the red envelope group.