Sheng Lingyuan is very good at observing words and expressions, he can feel that Xuan Ji's mood is suddenly not good, but what does it matter to him
He's just rarely telling the truth.
"The fragments of the Heavenly Demon Sword, the bones and blood of the sword spirits, were thrown into the sword furnace by the Tianer Master Weiyun of the Gaoshan people, for a total of eighty-one days," Sheng Lingyuan said unhurriedly after changing the pot of tea , "At last the sword became—"
Xuan Ji looked at him blankly.
The scent of jasmine was stimulated by the hot water, and it was a bit disturbing. Sheng Lingyuan smiled in the steam of hot water.
He guarded the sword furnace for eighty-one days, fascinated, not knowing day and night, every day desperately scraped out a little energy, put on a mask, to deal with the trivial affairs of the court and those people with ulterior motives, was exhausted by them, and then climbed back to the sword furnace in the next hut.
The flames bursting out of the furnace were extremely gorgeous, like the scorching sun at noon, and sometimes it was almost the white light of Suzaku leaving the fire. When he was exhausted, he would occasionally go into a trance, thinking that there were a pair of wings raised against the wind in the firelight.
He sometimes thought that even if the Heavenly Demon Sword could be repaired this time, it would definitely be a serious injury to his vitality. He wanted Weiyun to find a way to hide the sword back on his back. For a hundred years, a thousand years... it will always be his alone. , Let the Heavenly Demon Sword be his backbone, and go into the ground together, so that no one else will see it. Sometimes I think, Ketong is a winged family, with a passionate and free nature, he should travel freely between the blue sea and blue sky. Before breaking the sword, all he wanted was to travel around the world. Those people imprisoned him once, and he wanted to do it for his own selfish desires. , imprison him a second time
He wandered back and forth in anticipation and bewilderment. Eighty-one days later, a ray of dawn broke in the east, and a clear sound burst out from the sword furnace, and the sword was completed.
For the first time, Sheng Lingyuan felt that the morning light was more dazzling than the scorching sun, and just a single thread pierced through Wei Young's long night.
So all the wandering thoughts in his mind disappeared, at that moment, he just thought: "He can do whatever he wants, Duling Palace, Kyushu World, or not."
He also thought about being an irresponsible bastard and a fool, but...
"The sword is exactly the same as the original one," Sheng Lingyuan said to Xuan Ji calmly, and when the water cooled, he opened the envelope Wang Ze gave him, "but it is empty, a piece of iron, no sword spirit."
Just an ordinary iron sword is fine, but when he stroked the blade, the empathy was still there.
It seems to remind him all the time that the sword spirit has been wiped out, and what he tried his best to get back is just a body.
Following his words, Xuan Ji vaguely remembered a little memory, but it was not clear.
Sheng Lingyuan shook his head dispensably: "I don't lack iron swords... Well, what is this?"
The envelope Wang Ze brought contained two cards and an ID card—this Sheng Lingyuan had seen it before, and the police officers in Chiyuan Hospital wanted it.
There is another one with "Headquarters Special Pass" written on it. Sheng Lingyuan's fingers lightly passed over the card, and he felt a faint aura of charm inside. After careful identification, it was similar to the access token of Qingping Division back then: "With this, Can you freely enter and exit your Qing... different control bureau?"
Xuan Ji hadn't come back to her senses yet, and responded with some embarrassment.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Sheng Lingyuan said, "Since you have passed Ming Road, why don't you take me to have a look from the 'Ming Road'?"
Fifteen minutes later, Xuan Ji absently hailed a car and took them to Xishan.
The taxi driver sucks the smog every day, and his hair is comparable to that of Luo Cuicui. He looked at Sheng Lingyuan's long hair in amazement, and couldn't even take care of the WeChat group that kept jumping. Start with "Are you in a movie?" Open the chat box, and there is a posture of talking all the way to Xishan.
Xuan Ji sat in the co-pilot, listened for a while with a blank face, and thought: "I'll just buy a car."
People's desire to consume is so crazy. If you don't control it, you will soon develop from "eating and drinking well" to "needing a big house and a new car". It's gone.
While thinking about whether he could develop Chiyuan into a farmhouse, Xuan Ji opened the cloud disk with his mobile phone, found the unfinished advertisement in the morning, and continued to work.
"As we all know, Suzaku is one of the 'four elephants'. In ancient my country, Suzaku was believed to be the patron saint of the south..."
When Xuan Ji wrote this sentence, the taxi driver suddenly slammed on the brakes because someone was forcibly stopping in front of him. Xuan Ji was strangled by the seat belt, and the phone almost flew out. The violent driver pulled down the window and scolded the street. The wind immediately flew in along the car window, and something seemed to be wrapped in it, and it pierced into Xuan Ji's temple like a needle point.
"Your Majesty." A man wearing a hood and a long robe knelt in Sheng Lingyuan's study. With a deep face, Xuan Ji recognized that it was Prince Gaoshan Weiyun, "Your Majesty redeemed, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to straighten my clothes."
Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, regardless of whether it was true or not, this "Prince of the Mountain" in name after all, would bow his head and proclaim himself a slave in front of the Emperor, and act like a mouse seeing a cat with trepidation, it's too shameful.
After Sheng Lingyuan asked the waiter to serve hot soup, he stepped back from the left and right, and stepped forward to help Weiyun himself: "Ah Yun, thank you for your hard work. What's the matter, have you found a clue?"
Wei Yun respectfully replied: "Yes, Your Majesty, I visited the Youyi Clan. The original sword spirit you described is crimson all over, three times up and two down, auspicious on the head, and five-colored streamers on the eggshells it gave birth to. This is a god. The bird Suzaku..."
"Impossible," Sheng Lingyuan categorically denied without waiting for him to finish, "Didn't the Suzaku clan be wiped out more than 20 years ago?"
"Yes," Weiyun replied, "Because of the supernatural power, the innate spirits have difficulty multiplying. The more noble the birth, the rarer the offspring. The Suzaku clan has only produced such a new descendant in the past hundred years. In the past, the spiritual energy in the demon territory was lost, and many little demons were born stillborn, and the bird clan was not spared. The patriarch and several elders personally protected them but failed to keep them—there should be five-color auspicious clouds flowing on the Suzaku eggs, and the auspicious clouds on the eggshells should be stagnant. It doesn’t move, it’s a stillborn baby that’s destined not to hatch. When the Nanming Valley incident happened, this stillborn baby that couldn’t be born had just been buried in the ground for safety.”
"You said it was a stillbirth..."
"Because of the lack of spiritual energy when forming, the stillbirth that cannot be born is not the stillbirth that the human race understands. It should be a state of neither life nor death, which can retain a hundred years of vitality until it rots," Weiyun said. It is called 'Tianling', and there are many secret arts that use Tianling as a guide..."
Sheng Lingyuan didn't want to hear it.
"Check again," he just shook his head, "it can't be Suzaku, you... go check again."
"Your Majesty," Wei Yun said softly, "The Heavenly Demon Sword can seal up a million resentful souls, how can an ordinary little demon be able to withstand it? It must be an innate spirit with the power of gods and demons. Don't you remember? , the place where the Heavenly Demon Sword was born was the Suzaku Temple!"
Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a while after hearing this, the fire in his eyes went out, he turned around and walked towards the desk as if he was escaping from something, but his footsteps staggered, his knees almost went limp.
"Hey, you..." Xuan Ji wanted to support him, but her hand passed through him.
Sheng Lingyuan supported the wall with one hand, and the tip of his eyebrows trembled unbearably, bone and blood—but Suzaku has been exterminated for 20 years, is there still Suzaku blood in the world
Sheng Lingyuan closed his eyes fiercely, and then, he didn't know how much will he used to suppress the turbulent emotions, and waved away Weiyun who wanted to help him: "Shen Niao lived in Nanming Valley for generations, did he marry a foreign race?" Ever? Do you have any descendants?"
"Your Majesty," Weiyun bit her lips lightly, "this is exactly what I want to report. There is a person... no, Yaozu, I want to tell you something. He said that their clan is keeping a big secret. I want to meet you face to face."
"Who?"
"Patriarch Bi Fang."
Suzaku leads the winged clan, and all birds are worshiped as gods.
After the demon king slaughtered the gods, the Winged Clan resisted the most fiercely, led by Bi Fang, but unfortunately they were all suppressed in the end. Bi Fang lived in exile for more than 20 years in the troubled times, and was regarded as an enemy by the demon clan. , Falling off the frame like a plucked chicken, when Wei Yun secretly brought Patriarch Bi Fang, Xuan Ji thought he picked up an old homeless man from somewhere.
Patriarch Bi Fang's humanoid avatar is haggard, and Xuan Ji thinks that he can be hung on the wall as a portrait after being flattened. He can't hold the bowl steady when drinking water, and his whole body is full of color, except for a rosary bird pinned to his chest.
Sheng Lingyuan glanced at the Suzaku feathers, and quickly looked away as if his eyes had been scalded, and shouted three times in a row, "Remove the ceremony and flatten your body", but Patriarch Bi Fang turned a deaf ear to him and insisted on kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times to him. , nicknamed "My Emperor".
Sheng Lingyuan was helpless: "Patriarch, please get up, what do you worship me for? I am a human race, don't worry, the demon king is dead, the two clans have ceased fighting, I will not pursue..."
"Your Majesty," Patriarch Bi Fang said tremblingly, "You have the last Suzaku blood on you!"
Sheng Lingyuan: "What did you say?"
Xuan Ji suddenly realized - he remembered, no wonder Lingyuan told the secret of his life experience clearly when he was persecuting Queen Mother Chen, so he knew it at this time.
When the Battle of Pingyuan started, it was Bi Fang who risked his life to escape and told the princess the ins and outs of the Demon King Tushen. Later, he was the one who took care of the princess all the way until she let her bloodlet and wrote the great gloomy sacrifice that was condemned by God.
"When your Majesty was young, you were lost among the people. It was I who sent people from my tribe to steal you away secretly. Princess... princess... oh! She hates her so much, she is obsessed, and has gone mad! Don't blame her," Bi said. The elders of the Fang Clan burst into tears, "We were incompetent and failed to cover up the Suzaku blood on your body, and in the end they..."
Xuan Ji heard this story from Sheng Lingyuan once, and the second time he heard a more complete version, it was even more shocking. He didn't dare to think about Sheng Lingyuan's mood when he first knew his life experience, so he was a little panicked I went to see him, only to find that Sheng Lingyuan was just stunned for a while, and then like a clay sculpture, his eyes, which were as heavy as ice and snow, came alive inch by inch.
His expression was like that of a pauper who has been suffering from hunger and cold for a hundred years, and suddenly won a tens of millions of dollars, he was almost cautious: "You mean, I have Suzaku blood on my body?"
"Your Majesty," Chief Bi Fangdun kowtowed, "everything in the world has yin and yang, and spiritual energy can also be divided into positive and negative sides. It can make all things flourish, and it can also make people become demons-the seal of the fire under the Chiyuan is what the world often calls 'Demon energy', my god Suzaku was appointed by heaven to guard Nanming Valley from generation to generation, in order to let yin and yang harmonize, so the spirit energy was lost, and the magic energy should also be weakened. But... alas, because of the shortage of spirit energy in the Yaozu territory back then, The people were in dire straits, and even the descendants of Suzaku were stillborn. The demon clan was forced to flee, but was pressed by the human race every step of the way, as if the heavens were about to kill me. Unable to bear the pleadings of the demon king, the patriarch softened for a moment and set Nanming Valley on fire. "
"It was only later that I found out that the loss of spiritual energy was not accidental. It was the demon king who used the forbidden technique to wash away half of the dragon blood from his body. He swallowed nearly a thousand innate spiritual things and true spirits alive, which caused the punishment from heaven."
"The greatest crime of the Great Patriarch in his life is to ignite the Nanming Valley, causing Chiyuan, and even decades of chaos, with blood flowing into rivers. After this catastrophe, there is not much spiritual energy left in the world, and the Chiyuan must be completely extinguished." Fire, if the fire is not extinguished, there will be endless turmoil, I know what His Majesty is planning in his heart. Except for the human race who are ignorant, all races are contaminated with Chiyuan's devilish energy, if we want to extinguish Chiyuan, we can only drive out all the races."
The old patriarch wept bitterly, and the cries echoed in the South Study Room of Duling Palace with the unique sharpness of birdsong.
The young Human Sovereign explained palely: "I didn't plan to..."
"Then why did the Wuren clan exterminate the clan?" Patriarch Bi Fang raised his head with difficulty, "Now Gaoshan Weiyu Wang is proud and greedy day by day. Isn't that why you want to kill the weeds?"
Wei Yun's face turned pale.
"Your Majesty, why doesn't the sky have eyes? Why should one person's ambition expand and let the common people in the world pay for it?"