Xuan Ji was busy, he stretched his legs, opened the door of the study with his feet, and without leaving the keyboard, he kicked out a slipper to say hello to Wang Dui, and then asked in the background sound of "Ka Ka": " So here comes the question, how did Zhang Zhao know?"
Faced with this torture of the soul, Wang Ze couldn't answer, so he could only talk about him: "I have said that I can't bear it alone... Director Xuan, aren't you on vacation, what are you busy with?"
"Private work, earn some extra money, you sit first," Xuan Ji said without looking back, "I'll pour you some water after I finish writing this paragraph."
At this time, although there was more than one living creature in their family, the appearance fee of that one was too high, and Xuan Ji didn't dare to work his master.
Sheng Lingyuan opened the door with his hands, which was considered a great deal of effort for him. After opening the door, he ignored people, poured tea by himself, and sat leisurely by the small table on the balcony to set up the chess record, as if no matter who came in the house, Things have nothing to do with him.
Wang Ze took a look at his chessboard, and saw nothing except "this is not backgammon".
The chessboard is log-colored, and Sheng Lingyuan's soft cotton home clothes are also log-colored. He has slightly rolled up his sleeves, and his whole body seems to have a mute effect. Even the small wind on the balcony doesn't seem to dare to disturb him.
Subconsciously, Wang Ze held his breath, raised his toes, and strolled to the study.
Taking a closer look, I saw that Xuanji was writing an article titled "Exploring Ancient Fengshui", which was actually a marketing soft article for real estate advertisements.
This article cites classics and vividly packaged a new real estate with poor location, poor apartment type, and only ridiculously high prices. The big dragon vein that shades the children and grandchildren... Although the property rights of the "dragon vein" are only seventy years old.
This kind of rubbish work is also accepted, which shows that Director Xuan really has no money now.
He joined the job for a month, and he was reimbursed for a pair of mobile phones, some clothes, and a natal sword. The last loss was too huge to be measured in currency... and he harvested and adopted an ancient majesty. There was no right, it was all an obligation.
In fact, Sheng Lingyuan has been bigu for a long time. It is not necessary to eat or drink. Just take a sip if you have it. It was a bit expensive to distribute the water, but luckily Sheng Lingyuan didn't pick one, the kind that cost ten or twenty yuan for a big bucket was enough for him to use for a while. Most of the time, he was very quiet, so quiet that Xuan Ji had to open a crack in the door of the study and keep an eye on the person all the time to make sure that the person was still there.
In good conscience, His Majesty is energy-saving, environmentally friendly and silent, and it does not cost money.
But for some reason, since he came, Xuan Ji felt that RMB was more expensive than the toilet paper in the dormitory of college boys - cheap takeaway and junk food were never ordered again, and when he went to the supermarket, his feet went straight to the supermarket as if he had his own thoughts. In the "organic food area", when I saw imported fruits from afar, I subconsciously took a few boxes.
Fruits brought by air are not necessarily better than "indigenous" ones, it's just because the airfare is reimbursed in the unit price, so the price is extra expensive, but when he thinks about the foreign products, Sheng Lingyuan must have never eaten them. I couldn't help but buy it.
What he likes, what he doesn't like, what he finds fresh... Xuan Ji wished he could pack the whole world into a compressed package and stuff it all into Sheng Lingyuan.
As long as Sheng Lingyuan responds occasionally, no matter whether it is positive or negative, whether it is "not bad" or "you juniors have a hole in your head", Xuan Ji's brain will become hot and he will place more orders.
Swipe the card for a while, and pay back the crematorium.
The education in the law popularization video is correct, stay away from drugs, stay away from gambling, and stay away from Sheng Lingyuan.
At this moment, Xuanji's phone vibrated, he was still holding the mouse with his right hand, and was busy inserting pictures into his nonsense, he picked up the phone with his left hand and glanced at it, and after reading it, he put it down for a while before responding Come here, wait a moment—that seemed to be a reminder of a change in the salary card account just now.
"Oh, the salary is paid," Wang Ze next to him also took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, "Yes, our headquarters pays the salary on the 18th of every month."
Xuan Ji came back to his senses, grabbed the phone again, stared at the balance for ten seconds, and then he let out a "ha", his back spine relaxed, he slapped the notebook back, jumped up on one leg, and swept Wang Ze's shoulder: "Let's go, tea or coffee? I just bought a bag of Geisha."
Wang Ze: "Aren't you finished writing this?"
Xuan Ji cocked her tail, as if she wanted to open the screen on the spot, and waved her hand richly: "Mundane affairs, it doesn't matter. Money can't be earned."
With that said, he poked open an online store and bought another order.
Wang Ze: "..."
Earning is endless, but I feel that the degree of difficulty for him to spend it is not high.
"What did you just say? Captain Yan is coming?"
"Ah, yes," Wang Ze said, "Captain Yan should already be on the way."
"The injury is so serious, why don't you stay in Yu Yang for a while longer?"
"Yu Yang is short of manpower, the General Administration is afraid of accidents, and specially sent two field teams to Yu Yang to protect him," Wang Ze reminded him, "Team Yan has contacted the people behind the dark festival."
Xuan Ji asked, "Where are the other suspects?"
Wang Ze took the coffee and mixed a large spoonful of powdered milk and two bags of sugar recklessly: "Snakepi is on the run, that blind man 'Yinyi' is silent now, and the puppet girl is 'dead'."
"died?"
"No, don't get me wrong, it's not that we tortured to extract a confession. It was originally a dead thing carved from wood, and it was able to move because someone controlled it remotely. This is an old trick of Yupo—as long as there is something they don't want to show up to do , People who are inconvenient to see, Grandma Yu will send her men to remotely control this thing, so that if something happens or they are caught, they will cut off contact and push 256, anyway, the puppet did not write them name."
Xuan Ji nodded - it is said that Yan Qiushan went to meet Granny Yu in person, and as long as he is alive, Granny Yu won't be able to get rid of the relationship. He has been inside the enemy for three years, and now there are too many people who want his life.
Wang Ze sighed: "I really didn't expect that he would do this after leaving the Different Control Bureau. With this kind of boss, I can be his servant for the rest of his life."
Xuan Ji didn't look at Sheng Lingyuan, but the brewed coffee was supported by two coins, and flew towards the balcony steadily: "Who stole Zhichun, do you have any clues?"
Wang Ze shook his head: "I'm sure I can't find anything now, so I can only push it backwards—what is the person who stole the Zhichun fragments thinking? I suddenly felt that the Zhichun fragments were stolen, maybe it's not a bad thing. You think, if the fragment is useless, why would they steal it? Do you think the other party will know something?"
Sheng Lingyuan took the coffee and put it aside—he didn't drink it, but he thought it smelled good, so he put it beside the chessboard as an incense burner. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing.
These juniors are still not giving up. Not to mention that Gaoshanren's secret art of refining weapons has been lost for many years, even if Master Weiyun was alive back then, he still couldn't pick up a knife that had been broken for three years.
"So Director Xuan, you are right! Zhichun is special, and someone stole it, which means we still have a chance to repair it!" Wang Ze turned his head and looked for support everywhere, "Brother Jian, do you think so too?"
Sheng Lingyuan would never give someone harsh advice just because it was "for your own good". Under normal circumstances, he doesn't care whether others are trying to die or be stupid. He only cares about how to coax the other party to be dominated by him, so Very good at picking up nice words.
He thought to himself: "What dream is it?"
But there was no sarcasm on his face, and he smiled at Wang Ze holding the chess piece: "Indeed, I hope the sky will pay off my lover."
As soon as Xuan Ji heard it, he knew that what he said was ironic. Maybe His Majesty felt that the offspring of carp had limited intelligence, and even the perfunctory perfunctory was very insincere.
"Are you listening to him or me?" Xuan Ji snapped her fingers impatiently, drawing Wang Ze's attention back, "Look here."
Wang Ze quickly sat upright, assuming a posture of listening attentively.
"I know a little about the refining method of Gaoshan people," Xuan Ji said, "there are two major elements in the achievement of a weapon spirit. There are twenty-three, and the souls who make them are equivalent to the other twenty-three."
Xuan Ji couldn't help but glanced at Sheng Lingyuan - anticipating with trepidation, afraid that Sheng Lingyuan would hear something, but also wanting to remind him.
Unexpectedly, Sheng Lingyuan didn't react at all after listening to it. He turned his attention to the chessboard without interest, and didn't bother to listen to what they had to say.
There seemed to be a hole in Xuan Ji's heart. For a moment, his thoughts suddenly split, thinking, His Majesty and Tianmojian are different.
Tianmojian was trapped in the sword from the moment he opened his eyes, and only got out of the trap. He was separated from life and death, trapped in Chiyuan for three thousand years, and he died and died several times. Except for the roaring anger in Chiyuan, only Sheng Lingyuan had a little color, so That person is obsession, sustenance, unique and unforgettable... But what about Sheng Lingyuan
After all, Tianmojian only participated in the first half of his life.
Objectively speaking, although the first half of Sheng Lingyuan's life was also magnificent, but after all, he was young, and countless hands and the torrent of fate pushed him to the throne. Just meeting their expectations had exhausted the dazed young man. In comparison, the second half of his life as Emperor Wu was when he truly showed his will. At that time, his political opinions and skills were becoming more and more mature, and he was not involved in the conspiracy and conspiracy, and he monopolized the power, taking life and death.
There are too many people around him, too many wonderful things, the Heavenly Demon Sword... is just a broken sword, will it be like a severed appendix to him
It may hurt for a while, but when you get used to it, you will find that it is actually quite good without it.
After all, the demon king is dead, so what good would a savage demon sword do to the holy lord
Wang Ze was half listening, and found that he was suddenly stuck, and became anxious, Wang said: "So? Director Xuan, you should continue talking!"
Xuan Ji came back to her senses, tightened her hand holding the porcelain cup, lowered her eyes and said, "These two conditions are indispensable, so if I think that Dao Ling is still 'alive' for some reason, I will never give up. Start with this idea.”
Wang Ze: "Collect the blade fragments first, what about the 'living' part of the refiner?"
"The ancient alpine people believed that 'blood' and 'bone' were the key to the refinement of creatures, so I think we should first confirm what the creature is, and then find the closest blood relationship to him. Refining the knife again, the weapon The spirit may have a chance to return to the body."
Sheng Lingyuan thought that this little demon would say something insightful, but after hearing this, he completely believed that they were just wishful thinking.
That little demon is still full of words "There is nothing new under the sun" - if you collect the body of the weapon and the so-called "bone and blood", you can re-forge the weapon, so many masters of the Gaoshan clan could not have imagined it before
He is smart.
But these things, which were considered "common sense" three thousand years ago, have been lost so much that they have already confused Wang Ze, a "carp at the bottom of the well", for a moment.
"My mother, it's no wonder that when you're a shooter, you always write soft articles all the time," Black Carp rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Director Xuan, what kind of family background do you have, and your knowledge is too broad!"
Sheng Lingyuan covered his smile with a teacup.
Xuan Ji glimpsed it from the corner of the eye, coughed dryly, and stopped Lao Wang's embarrassing bragging: "What is Guang, don't be ignorant, it's embarrassing."
Wang Zecai doesn't care whether he loses face or not: "If it can be confirmed that Zhichun is the sword made by Prince Gaoshan with more than a hundred dead children, then the 'bone' will be there - Yu Yang Branch has collected the corpses blown out of the underwater tomb, where is the blood? ?”
Xuan Ji reminded: "The Gaoshan people should have descendants. If Zhichun is the ancestor of the Yan team, he may have the Gaoshan people's blood."
"Sure," Wang Ze patted his thigh, "there's only the blade left. Team Yan has a fragment of Zhichun, which he secretly left behind when destroying the blade. The person who counted it was Director Xiao, who knew that there was no blade. Just turn a blind eye... But there's only a small fragment, isn't it enough?"
Xuan Ji thought for a while: "You can ask him to take it over and have a look. There will be some special feelings between the sword and the sword. If there is still the breath of Zhichun on the fragment, the sword spirit may be able to feel it."
"You're not small," Sheng Lingyuan paused, thinking, "You dare to call me on."
"Then I'll go pick up Team Yan!" Wang Ze also took it for granted that the "sword spirit" he was talking about was Sheng Lingyuan, jumped up impatiently, then turned to Sheng Lingyuan and said, "Brother Jian, please, please, if this can be done Success, we Fengshen will all be your little brothers from now on!"
Sheng Lingyuan said heartily: "A group of people who live on dry food, no need, thank you for not being sensitive."
Wang Ze drank his coffee-flavored sugar water in one gulp, wiped his mouth with a "huh", and ran away like a tsunami.
"I just... used you as a cover," Xuanji waited for Wang Ze to launch himself, only to realize that both of them had misunderstood, and explained to Sheng Lingyuan dryly, "I originally belonged to fire, and the 'ancestor' collected it." You can try some secrets related to the spirit of the weapon, I don't want to explain nonsense to them, so... "
Sheng Lingyuan: "Well, your ancestors did a lot of research on the alpine people's crafting techniques."
"No..." Xuan Ji paused, "Wait, isn't this an irony that satirizes me?"
Sheng Lingyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "Come on, genius child, who told you that you can repair the sword by refining the weapon again?"
Xuan Ji: "Assuming Dao Ling is still alive..."
"The moment the sword spirit leaves the blade body, it is not considered 'live'."
"But Zhichun's sword body was destroyed for three years, and after three years, the gloomy sacrificial ceremony can be completed..."
Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand to interrupt him: "That's because Weiyun's last batch of swords were made specially. Zhichun has other blades besides the original body. Weiyun is the 'Heaven's Ear', which is the culmination of Gaoshan people's art of refining weapons Or, the last one hundred and eight swords are his posthumous work, do you think you guys can understand the key here? Or do you think Zhichun was lucky once, after being backlashed by the gloomy sacrificial rite second round?"
Sheng Lingyuan has always felt that Xuan Ji, a little monster, is warm-hearted and cold-hearted, and behaves rationally in the world, but this time, for some reason, he quits business and has to believe with that stupid carp that a broken knife can recover.
If he is not possessed by evil spirits, then he has ulterior motives.
Sheng Lingyuan sighed, consciously saw through the "little Jiujiu" in Xuan Ji's heart, and pointed out kindly: "I know Yan Qiushan is the key witness, you want to give him some hope, so you hang him with the matter of repairing Zhichun, so that he It is used by your bureau. But this method is really not smart, are you not afraid that he will find out that all his running is in vain, and instead feel resentful?”
Xuan Ji: "..."
Do these schemers feel that the whole world has ulterior motives
"Friendly reminder," Sheng Lingyuan learned the words from the TV, put away the chessboard, and prepared to change a pot of tea, "Let's plan ahead."
"Wait a minute, Your Majesty," Xuan Ji blurted out, "on the sea that day, the mountain king said that you once had a sword, but it broke."
When he said this, he felt that the air around him was frozen, and every word pierced his eardrums, causing pain.
"do you have… "
Have you ever tried to fix him like we did
do you have a little...
"You're talking about the Heavenly Demon Sword," Sheng Lingyuan paused slightly, his back turned to Xuan Ji, his tone didn't seem to change.
Xuan Ji seemed to have been stabbed in the chest.
"I've done it. After all, King Weiyu has detained Weiyun with me. It's not for nothing, but it didn't work." Sheng Lingyuan said, "Weiyun won't work, so I advise you not to think too much about it. Little demon..."
Xuan Ji couldn't bear to interrupt him: "I have a name and a surname, not 'Xiao Yao', thank you."
"Xuan Ji," Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him, changed his words in a polite manner, and said indifferently, "It's just a title, what's more true, anyway, your name is not real, and it's not easy to hear."
Xuan Ji clenched her hands hanging by her side.
"I don't want to be called 'Tong'. It sounds like 'Xiaohong'. This is the name of a little girl! Which unlucky thing carved the sword inscription for me?" Tianmojian had been looking forward to his name for a long time. Unsheathed, he was disappointed after seeing his own sword clearly, screamed, and made a fuss, "It's not majestic at all! You can't call me that!"
The young emperor stroked the sword cherishingly, his expression was restrained and solemn, but his eyes were full of smiles.
"Don't pick it," he said to his natal sword, "you are a red-feathered chicken, how do you want to be majestic? Since you are not allowed to call me 'red-haired', then I will be the same as before, and then call You 'chicken' chant."