The folk customs of the witch people are open... bold and unrestrained.
Tianmojian shouted dumbfounded: "Oh, hugging and kissing in broad daylight, how shameless!"
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
The sword spirit of Tianmojian used to be a little demon, and the life of the demon clan is long, so the growth period is also prolonged, and the mental development is very slow, and it always does not grow up.
The world was difficult at that time. If a child from a poor family was 13 or 14 years old, he would already be able to start a family. Even Aluojin, the bear child king of the witch tribe, began to develop his own ambitions and aspirations.
But the thirteen or fourteen-year-old Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit still doesn't understand shit.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Give me a break and close your eyes."
Tianmojian said confidently, "If you don't close your eyes, how can I close them?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
It is said that because the sword spirit is not a living being, as a product of acquired refinement, most of them have a gloomy personality, even if they are not gloomy, they are taciturn anyway, why is he the only one
Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy probably knows everything he should know. If Sheng Lingyuan just bumped into him by chance, he would not make a fuss. He would probably just smile and leave quietly. He deliberately coughed heavily.
He has excellent hearing, and he shouldn't be deaf, it's all because of the endless noise of the broken sword spirit.
But that's the end of it...
Sheng Lingyuan lowered his head, and calmly cupped his hands at the two people in the cave: "I forgot something, what a disturbance."
"Your Highness!" one of them called out to stop him.
Those two walked a few steps, and trotted out from the cave deep in the cold pool. They turned out to be two teenagers from the Wuren clan. Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a moment, and then felt that making a fuss seemed narrow-minded, so he immediately reminded himself, "See no evil." ", lowering his gaze, just being ordinary.
"Your Highness, may I please..."
"I won't talk too much," Sheng Lingyuan smiled, no matter how young he is inside, he always has a steady and mature face, and he speaks beautifully, "Peach Blossom Fate in Peach Blossom Spring is a romantic affair, I was rude, sorry. "
After finishing speaking, he nodded at the two young witch men with ease, scolded the Heavenly Demon Sword in his heart, turned around and left.
Tianmojian is a rascal, so he easily ignored his criticism, and asked enthusiastically: "Lingyuan Lingyuan, didn't you say that only women can have children?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "Yes, you are so knowledgeable that you even know this."
Tianmojian didn't realize that he was being ridiculed at all, and asked quickly: "Then what are they bothering about?"
Sheng Lingyuan was speechless.
Heavenly Demon Sword: "Or is there any strange curse of the witch-human race that can turn a man into a woman after eating it? Have you read those leaf books?"
"... Can you let me live two more years!"
Tianmojian is as lively as a little wild dog with great energy, but unfortunately there is no place for him to have fun in such a big world. Fortunately, he was imprisoned in the sword before he was born, and he didn't know what freedom was all his life, so there was nothing he was not used to. It's just that there is no place to vent the excess energy, and it is all intensified on Sheng Lingyuan.
"Then are they married?"
"Isn't it possible? There are no three books and six appointments."
"Hey, Lingyuan, why do you say 'won't say it' one moment, and 'a romantic thing' the next moment, I'm confused. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
The veins popping out of Sheng Lingyuan's forehead, so he dug out a book with the smallest characters, staring at the snarky witch man's language for a long time, his sea of consciousness finally became quiet—the demon sword spirit in his back Sometimes, he can only use his eyes. This sword spirit has a unique skill. As long as there are no pictures on the book, if he stares at the words for a while, he will be able to fall asleep like he has been poisoned by Mongolian sweat medicine.
The sword spirit floated in Sheng Lingyuan's sea of consciousness, and fell asleep until it was dark, and everything was silent, and this scourge woke up.
It was pitch black in front of his eyes, Lingyuan should have rested, and the Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit was bored with his ears up, listening to the wind and vegetation whispering in the Dongchuan forest. The spring was hazy, and it seemed that he was having trysts everywhere.
But he only fantasizes about how many pears will be ripe on the tree tomorrow, making himself greedy.
Lingyuan's sea of consciousness is quiet, occasionally flashing fragments of the day's experience, because it is a dream, so it is not coherent.
Most of those dreams were books that were difficult for the shamans to understand. Sometimes, Sheng Lingyuan would subconsciously repeat the words he had learned—this was his habit for many years.
Sheng Lingyuan would clear his mind before going to bed, and only concentrate on recalling what he learned today, or some problems that he hadn't figured out, so that when he fell asleep, these things would be in his fragmented dreams. Firstly, it can deepen his memory and help him sort out his thoughts, and secondly... he won't dream about those escapes and killings.
The dreamland is full of calm and boring poems and books, even if they can't be influenced by the ignorant Tianmojian, at least they are enough to lull him to sleep.
Tianmojian lay down in the sea of consciousness boredly, saw those shaman characters flashing page by page, and sure enough, he became sleepy again after a while, and muttered wearily: "You haven't told me, those two people you met during the day Is it a good thing or a bad thing.”
The Sea of Consciousness was startled by his words, and the dazzling shamanism slowly dissipated, and the dream became the scene they saw in the cold pool during the day.
Tianmojian regained his spirit: "That's right, it's just the two of them!"
In the dream, the water vapor from the cold pool permeates up.
Tianmojian walked forward along the water vapor, trying to look carefully, but the picture in Lingyuan's dream was blurred: "Can men and men also get married? Is this the case for all, or is it only the witch race that has this custom? "
Sheng Lingyuan was asleep, so of course he wouldn't answer him. The messy picture in the dream had strange light and shadow changes, and it felt a little psychedelic and gentle.
Tianmojian didn't have any special thoughts on the word "marriage". If he was still alive, he should still be a young Suzaku jumping around. His thoughts quickly shifted from "Lingyuan got married and established" to the fruit he didn't eat. Going up, I suddenly felt awkward.
If Lingyuan becomes queen, he may give to others what was promised to him in the future.
Ling Yuan would not answer him when he needed to concentrate on important situations, but this was not always the case, and Tianmojian also knew when not to disturb him, anyway, Ling Yuan's private time was his. But if Lingyuan gets married, wouldn't there be no time to talk to him? He used Lingyuan's eyes, ears, nose, and tongue, but he could only see strange women and listen to the two of them talking, like a... redundant object left behind.
With this idea together, it couldn't be extinguished like wildfire. The insane Tianmojian was still ignorant, and had already been tormented by the desire for monopoly one step earlier and became sad and lonely.
"If the human race can do the same, don't you have to marry a woman?" Tian Mojian said softly, "Can you...can you not find someone else, and I will always be the only one in the future, okay?"
His words made Sheng Lingyuan's dream suddenly change and became more hazy. The cold pool seemed to have turned into a hot spring, filled with mist, but the eyes of Tianmojian were blurred by a vast expanse of white—Sheng Lingyuan subconsciously prevented him from seeing clearly.
The mist was wet, a little indescribably subtle, and a strange feeling was transmitted along the young man's body. It was unclear whether it was itching or numbness. Tianmojian shuddered blankly, feeling that Sheng Lingyuan's breathing became shallow and rapid, The man seemed a little uncomfortable and curled up.
"Lingyuan, what's wrong with you?"
The fog in the dream became thicker, and there seemed to be a figure inside. The Heavenly Demon Sword wandered past the figure, and saw a figure of a young man with loose long hair, covered with water vapor, it was Lingyuan.
People usually don't have their own images in their dreams, but they are connected from the heart, and the two consciousnesses influence each other. In Sheng Lingyuan's dream, in the eyes of Tianmojian, he is the boy he usually sees in the mirror or on the water. look.
The Sheng Lingyuan in the dream was different from usual. He was naked to the waist, and the blood on his face was so bright that he hardly resembled him. He picked up a person from the water, leaned forward, and pressed the person against the stone wall beside the cold pool. The figure was a cloud of white mist, and the Heavenly Demon Sword could only vaguely see the human figure, the face was unclear. At the same time, the fog in the dream was swirling to push him away, as if to repel him.
Tian Mojian felt an unknown fire in his heart, and shouted: "Ling Yuan!"
His voice fell into the dream, and somehow it echoed—
"Lingyuan..."
In an instant, an indescribable feeling spread from Sheng Lingyuan and flowed through his whole body, like stepping on the tail of the Lei Ze demon, Tianmojian couldn't help snorting.
The dream dissipated quickly, Lingyuan woke up, and then his vision turned, and he seemed to sit up suddenly.
Before Tianmojian came back to his senses, Sheng Lingyuan's five senses and six senses were all turned off, and Tianmojian was locked into the "small black room" in a daze.
This was the first time in his life. As Sheng Lingyuan got older and his control over his mind became stronger, he began to be able to freely shut down some thoughts—that is, ignore him. When his body was injured or on the battlefield, he would cut off his sense of pain, smell and taste, but his eyes and ears were never closed, and Tianmojian always thought he couldn't.
Can't see or hear, trapped in the pitch black, the Heavenly Demon Sword Qi went crazy, bumping into Sheng Lingyuan's sea of consciousness. Fortunately, Sheng Lingyuan didn't lock him up for too long, Tianmojian quickly recovered his senses, and shivered first - Sheng Lingyuan didn't know what was wrong, he went to take a bath in the middle of the night, and used cold water directly without waiting for the water to boil.
Probably from the cold, Lingyuan's heart beat as fast as it was going to explode, and it hurt her chest.
Tianmojian thought to himself: "Yes!"
He was angry and inexplicable, he didn't know what to hide from taking a bath, and it's not like he didn't take a bath. The pear he was thinking about was not eaten, he was locked up in a small black mist for no reason, the invisible figure in the dream... and the hazy anxiety about the future, all these things added together, the Heavenly Demon Sword caused a world-shattering big scene His temper broke the record for the length of time he ignored people.
Sheng Lingyuan had no choice but to mix a spoonful of pear nectar with his rice every day for half a month, so that he was almost anorexic, and the leader of the witch patriarch thought he was sick, so he got nervous for a while.
Young people's hearts are always easily stirred by the spring breeze. After that, Lingyuan didn't discuss with him, and grew into an adult without authorization.
Tianmojian gradually realized that something was wrong. Sheng Lingyuan closed his mind before, either because he needed to concentrate, or because he got angry because of a quarrel, and there was always a reason for it. But suddenly, the sea of spiritual abyss was blank more and more. Sometimes he is obviously just sitting in a daze, and he should be isolated.
In retaliation, Tianmojian ignored him. He was unskilled at the beginning, always unsuccessful, and awkward, but his spiritual sense was honed... It wasn't until he had secrets that he couldn't tell, that he understood those unknown things. Subtle concerns.
Unfortunately, Sheng Lingyuan's youth was only a few short years.
After leaving Dongchuan, in order to prevent the dragons from being leaderless, Danli proposed to let the young boy succeed him. Under the crown made of iron and blood, youthful feelings are as thin as a cicada's wings, and they dissipate like dust in a blink of an eye.
The annoying spring breeze never entered his dreams again.
Who is the person in his dream, and who is he thinking about when he is quietly dreaming under the big pear tree in Dongchuan? Could it be a girl as bright as a spring flower in Dongchuan...or a boy
I don't know, because later, Dongchuan was gone, and the pear tree was gone.
Those trivial annoyances and jealousies that arise because of this are all so insignificant, gradually lost in the turbulent waves.
The white noise in the earphones stopped at some point, Xuan Ji opened her eyes and found that it was already early morning.
He was in a daze for a long time, slowly clutching his chest, the projector screen on one wall automatically turned on, at the same time, in the bedroom where Sheng Lingyuan lived, a faint light slid across the full-length mirror on the wardrobe.
The image reflected in the full-length mirror was displayed on the projection screen. Sheng Lingyuan was not asleep. The window was wide open. He was sitting on the window sill with his back to the mirror, with a half bottle of honey grapefruit tea in his hand, and half of him was hanging outside the window. I'm not afraid that someone will scare the police if they see it, because they don't know what they are looking at.
Xuan Ji's heart skipped a beat—honey citron tea
Doesn't he hate honey the most
At this moment, Sheng Lingyuan felt something, waved his hand without looking back, and the connection between the projector and the mirror was suddenly broken.
Xuan Ji: "..."
Peeping was caught, this time it was embarrassing.
He fidgeted and waited for Sheng Lingyuan to settle the score, but Sheng Lingyuan didn't say anything. Because in His Majesty's view, this is not a problem at all - this place is the "cave" of the little demon, and it is not normal to have no precautions at all.
Xuan Ji's vacation was not over yet, and after staying at home for a few days, the two of them stayed under the same roof, maintaining a polite indifference, hiding from each other, one keeping a calm face while the other observed secretly.
Sheng Lingyuan quickly became familiar with the environment around Xuan Ji's house, and Xuan Ji found that he could not only take care of himself, but also understand it quite clearly. A few days later, he had already learned how to use the "igniter" in the kitchen - the natural gas stove - understood the principle of the refrigerator and range hood, and knew the names, places of origin and marriage and family information of the couriers from various courier companies. An accurate assessment of the efficiency and security vulnerabilities of contemporary logistics networks is made.
Three days later, Wang Ze came early in the morning.
After entering the room, he handed an envelope to Sheng Lingyuan: "Brother Jian, you just got your certificate. I came from the headquarters and brought it here by the way... Director Xuan, let me tell you, this fucking Zhang Zhao opened his mouth. Asking him to stay and take care of Dui Yan, he just told me he was wrong, Dui Yan can’t stay in the hospital now, so he has to come to see you, what about Zhichun?”