Xuan Yuan beckoned Wang Ze and waved him forward: "You have the concept of" giving birth to each other, "isn't it? The most basic one is water extinguishing, and fire is overkill-but we also know that aside from the dose, the effect is a rogue, For example, if it is a forest fire, you can't water it with a faucet. "

"Yes, in addition to the dose, there are attributes. When you hit a child's body, the fire you set can be burned in the sea, because special energy is mixed in it, and the seawater is not extinguished. Director Xuan, can we not start with basic physical chemistry, "Wang Ze interrupted him, anxious to scratch his ears," What does this have to do with Zhichun? Hey, man, I used to think you were a happy man. "

"It ’s about to be said," Xuan Yuan opened the cans. "From a microscopic perspective, it is an energy problem, but the ancients did n’t have these concepts, so they observed and summarized the macro laws and thought that all the rules in the world are hierarchical. Yes, things of the same level will go against each other, but this rule does not apply to high-level and low-level things-high-level things can unconditionally suppress the low-level and destroy all rules in the low-level. "

Wang Ze heard something: "You mean ..."

"There are many ways for the ancients to sort, and the opinions of different factions and eras are not uniform, but there are some basic rules that everyone agrees on. For example, the highest rule is" birth, old, sick, dead, natural law ", which belongs to the category of ghosts and gods. Human power can't reach it. The second-class ones are called 'similar life and death'-living spirits and demons, alpine people's refining equipment, all belong to this category. "

Wang Ze heard the word "refiner" and quickly asked: "What is the same kind of life and death?"

"It's absolutely irreversible," Xuan said. "Like the living can die, the dead can't be resurrected, the demon is no longer qualified to be a human, and the instrumental spirit can't be changed back to the living spirit. This is all the information you have searched. Tell you the reason why the sword spirit cannot be regenerated. Because the ruler level of the refiner is too high, there are only a few of these various sacrifice ... such as the large gloomy sacrifice, can get this level, but it is just the same , Still can't break the rules. "

Wang Ze almost didn't come up in one breath, and supported his lower back--the back waist turned blue at sea the night before--he asked bitterly: "Director Xuan, are you quoting classics, just telling me 'Don't dream'?"

"I'm full?" Xuan Yuan said, "Did you hear me just now, high level can suppress all the rules of the low level, so there is a situation where the device spirit will not dissipate after the device body is damaged. That is, the spirit itself is bound by higher-level rules. "

Wang Ze said with a sad face: "But you also said that the refiner belongs to the second class, and the first class is in the category of ghosts and gods ... Doesn't that mean the category of feudal superstition? So how do we do it and find a few temples to worship?"

"Zhichun's sword body has been destroyed once, but he can still exist as a sword spirit, don't you think it's strange? Except for him, I have never seen a precedent that an instrument can control multiple bodies, as if He can surpass the knife itself, so I suspect he has a special place. "Xuan Yuan paused. In fact, the first time he saw Zhichun in the sea, he felt that he was not like a knife. It is because the fruit knife also has a blade. He really lacks a bit of sharpness. "I told you, it's just a preliminary guess. I have to check the origin of Zhichun carefully-so I told you not to tell others first."

"Then why do you tell me? Just because I look strong?" Wang Ze said mournfully. "Truth tell you that the Xuan director, even if I look like a tough guy, but who is not a baby inside?" No, I ca n’t bear so much on my own. I have to scourge my little brothers together. Why should I bear it silently? They enjoy peace in peace. "

Xuan Ye felt that the energy drink was a little sloppy, and he drank his stomach: "Brother Wang, you are really a **** baby."

Wang Zegang raised his leg to leave, and suddenly remembered something again, turning his head and saying, "Director Xuan, I think you have been different for the last two days ... what's different."

"Maybe I was accidentally handsome again?" Xuan Ye smiled at him calmly and explained perfunctoryly, "I went back to my hometown some time ago to get back some family heritage, and I made up some lessons. This is not just Do you want to improve your business level from amateur to professional? "

Wang Ze opened his mouth-he was not referring to the mysterious slang words, all kinds of strange knowledge.

The aftermath of the aftermath, was originally a legend in the Extermination Control Bureau, which was hidden and unknown. It used to be a non-staff who was sometimes powerful and sometimes troubled. One generation of inferior waste control bureaus even took his complete information. No, only "zhao'an". Regardless of his secret technique, Wang Ze took it for granted.

He just felt that there was a kind of erratic slyness in Xuanyuan in the past. It was like a strange creature drilled out of an old forest in the mountains. The main task was to play in the world, and to roar in the dust, although he was also very engaged, but he always let People think that he will go as soon as he is full of energy. No one knows his ins and outs.

But these days, he suddenly "sinked".

Originally, Wang Ze felt that his feet were stepping on the wind, but now he not only stepped on the ground, but also stepped into a deep pit, with a little more tiredness for no reason.

But as if the ground had taken root, he was very tired.

Xuan Yuan raised a cup at him and turned back to the ward.

On the sea the night before, Sheng Lingyuan's blood was stained with Xuan Yuan's hand. Fortunately, one of them had been in a coma and had no consciousness. Xuan Ye could only feel some vague feelings-pulling him a quilt, Xuan Yuan felt that he was a little cold.

Only then did he say a few words to Wang Ze at the door. Although his voice was very low, Sheng Lingyuan seemed to be shocked. Xuan Yuan felt that he had a few thoughts like "who's making a noise", and he quickly and carefully covered him. I went to the door of the ward, dipped my hand in a huge unpleasant drink, and drew an ancient spell on the door.

An extra layer of noise reduction net appeared instantly around the ward, and the needle fell quietly.

After all, Xuan Yuan is not a magic sword. With his independent body, only when he encounters blood can he establish a short-term connection with Sheng Lingyuan. The duration is only a few hours, the surrounding energy field is too strong, and the time will be shortened again.

It's already dawning, and Xuanyuan feels that their connection has begun to fade. This made him reluctant again, and vaguely relieved.

Yan Qiushan and Zhichun haven't seen each other for three years, and they still face each other. I don't know where to start, not to mention that he and Sheng Lingyuan have been separated for three thousand years.

In the three thousand years, the hustle and bustle and the star-studded movements of the river have caused them to swim in the river of life and death, and everything has changed.

The sympathy is too close for the two of them.

Moreover, at sea, Xuan Yuan revealed too many flaws. He still has a lot of things that he didn't think about and didn't understand. Even the Kings felt that he was wrong. With Sheng Lingyuan's knowledge of Qiuqiu, would he not notice it?

Xuan Yuan didn't know if he was pretending, or there was something wrong, and Sheng Lingyuan's appearance on the ice scared him a little.

He sat lightly on the chair in front of the bed, with his elbows resting on his knees, resting his forehead with his hands, closing his eyes, and curling himself into that man's consciousness.

The first memories of their lives were linked by nightmares, but Sheng Lingyuan's knowledge at this time was empty and there was only darkness.

Of course, there is a cycle of sleep, and no one sleeps all night. But what disturbed Xuan Yuan was that, all night, there was only empty darkness in Sheng Lingyuan's knowledge of the sea.

He really didn't dream.

"Specially capable" dreams sometimes have special meanings, but that specifically refers to dreams that have a complete plot and can be remembered one after fifty. Usually, like ordinary people, they also have ordinary dreams in the "rapid eye movement phase" (Note), which are normal physiological phenomena, and the dreams are also meaningless fragments, and they are not awake Will remember.

Why did Sheng Lingyuan fall asleep after he fell asleep, except for having a weak response to changes in the surrounding environment?

He used to ... obviously not like this.

Xuan Ye tried to sink into his consciousness and concentrate, and planned to make him a dream before the sympathetic connection was broken.

Nothing else, just want him to sleep better.

Xuan Yuan first fabricated a spring garden according to the movie scenes he had seen before, but before he could support the rose flower stand, he turned around, but found that the rockery and pond just laid out were missing, and the dew on his hands The flower didn't have time to bloom, and it was swallowed impatiently by Sheng Lingyuan's understanding of the darkness in the sea.

"Well, don't like it?"

It may be too Westernized, and the ancients couldn't accept it.

Xuan Yuan tried hard to recall the appearance of the Du Ling Palace. Such ancient monuments of the Du Ling Palace had long since disappeared in the feudal dynasty, and the sword was built only after the demon sword broke. Xuan Yuan did not stay in it for a few years. Part of the time the consciousness is not clear, so the details are difficult to recall.

As soon as he thought of the Tomb Palace, the snow under New Year's Eve, the lonely palace lamp appeared in his mind.

"Okay," he thought. "It's also pretty, Your Majesty's aesthetics when she was young are not as deviating as she is now."

However, this time, the dream was swallowed up faster, and the scenes of Duling Palace flashed out, and immediately annihilated, as if the person was unwilling to see more.

Xuan Yuan frowned, and finally pinched a Dongchuan-the ancient one-he had never actually seen the former site of the witch clan in Dongchuan. When Sheng Lingyuan was a child, both the demon and the demon sword were immature. In the back, the sword cannot be pulled out until the demon is an adult. Therefore, Dongchuan in Xuanyuan's impression was all seen with Sheng Lingyuan's eyes.

It may not be true because Sheng Lingyuan has good multilayer filters in his eyes.

Those lovely woods and wooden houses gradually appeared, and Dongchuan under the filter took shape. This time, Sheng Lingyuan paused for a moment like the swamp in the sea.

I still like Dongchuan ...

Xuan Yuan sighed secretly, but his thoughts just flashed, and this exquisite pastoral landscape picture suddenly collapsed, like broken glass. At the same time, he knew the violent winds that rolled up in the sea, like a knife, directly rolled Xuan Yuan After going out, the sympathetic connection between the two was broken.

Sheng Lingyuan twitched his hand on one side, and then he hurriedly turned over from the hospital bed, and Xuan Yuan held a hand that was holding his needle tube.

Sheng Lingyuan's pupils were slightly enlarged, and the headache was a little disgusting. It felt like Xuan Yuan had picked off the back of his hand, and he was stung by a bug: "What is it?"

"Glucose sodium chloride." Xuan Xu paused. "Oh, it's sugar and salt."

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Are there any problems with these younger generations?

"You're messing around at sea, you have a lot of blood, you have dehydration, and your blood pressure is very low, so you use this." Xuan Yuan hesitated, pretending to ask, "Why did you hit an ice cube at that time?"

"Sick headache, old trouble, it doesn't matter." Sheng Lingyuan touched the forehead that was broken. This kind of pure trauma generally doesn't matter. He heals quickly on him. After a night, there are no traces. He remembered What, smiled again, "Did the blood get on you? It's okay to faint and embarrass you."

Xuan Yuan tentatively asked, "Your Majesty, don't you think it's strange, why do you have this strange connection when you encounter blood?"

Sheng Lingyuan was hesitated by him. At the same time, the temple began to sting again, which disturbed him, and his thoughts avoided the problem naturally, and he said blurtly, "Because your old ancestor was not in a good position, pick up the skeleton of the sword to make a sword. "

Xuan Yuan took another step forward: "Will there be sympathy then? There are so many sword spirits in the world, it seems that I have never heard such a precedent."

Sheng Lingyuan had a headache that he could hardly understand the second half of his sentence. He clenched his forehead hard and "hushed" Xuan Yuan. I don't know why, when the little demon spoke, he had a particularly easy headache.

Because this is so noisy?

However, in the Yuyangcheng shop, those children who came to eat yelled more than one, and he was not particularly unbearable.

Sheng Lingyuan thought about it and thought that it might be that Xuan Ye had a little criminal with him.

"Don't make a noise," Sheng Lingyuan whispered vaguely, "let me stop for a while."

Xuan Yuan's heart sank, and he found that Sheng Lingyuan's headache might not be unprovoked.

Why do the two have a sympathy, why did Xuan Ye suddenly speak Yayin so fluently, and talked a few times on the sea to call Her Majesty's name ... According to Sheng Lingyuan's habit, he would not ignore these details, if He pretended not to pay attention, he must go to dig a pit early and verify his hypothesis.

But no, Xuan Yuan found that he not only did not investigate it, but also simply and rudely found a reason to explain these things.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't remember the Heavenly Sword, and when he and Wang Weiyu whispered each other, there was reason and he couldn't hear his memory broken, but ... It was like the existence of the Heavenly Sword three thousand years ago, it was a deep in his consciousness Crysis, he simply remembers such a thing, but refuses to associate anything with it.

"Excuse me, do you have to change your clothes?" Sheng Lingyuan took a sigh of relief and sat up beside the bed. "I have been disturbed for a long time ..."

Xuan Yuan came back to God, forcibly pressed down his heart: "Oh, I'm planning to tell you this."

Sheng Lingyuan turned back, facing the little demon's gaze, and Xuanyuan looked at his eyes, and instantly reminded him of Abyss, bottomless, tumbling magma inside, suppressing many things that were not announced.

Sheng Lingyuan raised an eyebrow: "Look what? Is there anything wrong?"

"Look at the pot." Xuan Yuan replied calmly, "Your Majesty, please sit down, don't even remember to move-the little girl in our department told you what a 'full responsibility agreement' is, right?"

Sheng Lingyuan raised ridiculous thoughts in his heart, and they both spoke at the same time--

"Did someone cast a spell on you?"

"Hey, I just signed it."

The author has something to say: Note: part of the rapid eye movement (rem) sleep cycle is much more frequent than other times dreaming