Sheng Lingyuan is very good at discerning and watching. He can feel that Xuan Yuan's mood is suddenly not good, but what is it about him?

He just seldom told the truth.

"The fragments of the Sword of the Demon, the bones and blood of the same family of the sword spirit, were put into the sword furnace by the high mountain Tianer Master Weiyun, for eighty-one days," Sheng Lingyuan exchanged a pot of tea and said slowly , "Finally the sword became--"

Looked at him declaratively.

The scent of jasmine was stirred up by the hot water, and the fragrance was a little disturbing. Sheng Lingyuan smiled in the steam of hot water.

He kept the sword furnace for eighty-one days. His soul was turned upside down and he didn't know the day and night. He desperately took out a little energy every day, put on a mask, to deal with the trivia and those with ulterior motives. They were drained and climbed back to the sword furnace. Next to the hut.

The flames bursting out of the furnace were gorgeous, such as the noonday sun, and sometimes the white light that was close to Suzaku from the fire. When he was exhausted, he occasionally snorted and felt that there was a pair of wings raised in the wind.

He sometimes thought that even if he could repair the Heavenly Sword this time, it would definitely be a vital injury. He wanted Weiyun to find a way to hide the sword back to his back. For hundreds of years, thousands of years ... He will always be alone, waiting for his death. Soul disappeared, let the heavenly sword make his spine, enter the soil together, and never let others see it. From time to time, I think that Ke Tong is a winged family. He is naturally warm and free. He should be free to travel between the blue sea and the blue sky. Before breaking the sword, all his thoughts are traveling around the world. Those people imprisoned him once, and they have to do it for their own selfish desires. , Imprison him for the second time?

He wandered repeatedly in anticipation and wandering. Eighty-one days later, in the east, daybreak dawned, a clear cry broke out in the sword furnace, and the sword became.

For the first time, Sheng Lingyuan felt that Chen Xi was more dazzling than the scorching sun, and only one line broke through Wei Yang's long night.

So all the thoughts in his mind disappeared. At that moment, he just thought: "He can do whatever he wants, no matter what palace, Kyushu world, no matter what."

He also wanted to be an irresponsible bastard, but ...

"The sword is exactly the same as the original one," Sheng Lingyuan said to Xuan Ye, who didn't take a walk, waiting for the water to cool down, and opened the envelope Wang Ze gave him. "But it's empty. Every piece of iron has no sword. spirit."

Just an ordinary iron sword is fine, but when he touched the sword body, the sympathy was still there.

It seemed like he was being reminded all the time that the sword spirit had gone out of smoke, and he had tried his best to get it back, just a body.

With his words, Xuan Yuan's mind appeared vaguely in his mind, but it was not clear.

Sheng Lingyuan shook his head unavoidably: "I have no shortage of iron swords ... Hey, what is this?"

There are two cards in the envelope brought by Wang Ze, and an ID card-I have seen this in Sheng Lingyuan, and those in Chiyuan Hospital have to pass it.

There is another one, which reads "Special Pass for the Headquarters". Sheng Lingyuan's fingers gently brushed over the card surface, and there was a faint charm in it. Identified it carefully, similar to the Qingping Division's access token that year: "With this, Will be able to come in and out of you freely ... is it the Extermination Control Bureau? "

Xuan Yuan hadn't returned to God yet, some wooden ground answered.

"So what are you waiting for," Sheng Lingyuan said, "Since you have passed Ming Road, do n’t take me to see it from Ming Road?"

Fifteen minutes later, Xuan Yuan absently called for a car and sent them to Xishan.

The taxi driver master sucked the haze every day, and his hair had a fight with Luo Cuicui. He looked at Sheng Lingyuan's long hair in astonishment, and even the WeChat group who had been embarrassing the word could not take care of it. Starting from "Are you acting in a movie?" Open the box, there is a lot to talk about the posture of Xishan all the way.

Xuan Yuan sat in the co-pilot and listened expressionlessly for a while, thinking, "I'll just buy a car."

Human consumption ** is so crazy, if it is not controlled, it will soon grow from "eat well and drink well" to "require a big house and a new car", only half a day later, the richness of payday The feeling is gone.

Xuan Yuan wondered whether he could develop Abyss into a farmhouse in his heart, and at the same time, he opened the cloud disk with his mobile phone and turned out the unfinished advertisement in the morning to work.

"It is well known that Suzaku is one of the" four elephants ". In ancient China, Suzaku was regarded as the patron saint of the South ..."

When Xuan Yuan wrote this sentence, because someone was forced to stop in front of him, the taxi driver master suddenly braked suddenly, Xuan Yuan was caught by a seat belt, his mobile phone almost flew out, the grumpy driver master pulled down the window and scolded the street, northwest The wind immediately flew in along the car window, seemingly wrapped in something, and pinpointed into Xuanyuan's temple.

"Your Majesty." A man wearing a hood and a robe was kneeling in Sheng Lingyuan's study. He was a dusty servant, his hair was snoring, mud spots were on his trouser legs, and when he looked up, there was a bitter hatred. With a deep face, Xuan Yuan recognized it. This was Weiyun, the prince of the mountain. "Your Majesty's Atonement, the slave hurried to the road, and he could not finish his clothes."

Xuan Yuan stunned whether it was true or not. He was nominally a "prince of the mountains" and actually bowed his head in front of the Emperor.

After Sheng Lingyuan called the housekeeper to serve the hot soup, Ping back and left, and personally stepped forward to lift Weiyun: "Ayun is hard, what's wrong, have you found a clue?"

Weiyun respectfully replied: "Yes, Your Majesty, the prince visited the winged family. The sword spirit you described is full of crimson, three tops down, auspicious heads above, and five-colored streamers in the egg shells. This is God. Bird Suzaku ... "

"Impossible," Sheng Lingyuan said flatly before he finished, "Isn't the family of Suzaku more than 20 years ago?"

"Yes," Weiyun replied. "Because of their divine power, the innate spirits have a difficult time breeding. The more noble they are, the more rare they are. The Suzaku family has only produced such a new descendant in the past century, but unfortunately, it is rushing. In the past, there was a loss of spiritual flow in the demon. Many little demon were born stillborn, and the divine bird family was also spared. The patriarch and several elders did not protect themselves. There should be five colored clouds on the Suzaku eggs. I did n’t understand it. It was a stillbirth that was doomed to hatch. When the Nanming Valley Incident happened, this stillbirth stillbirth had just entered the ground. ”

"You said it was stillbirth ..."

"The stillbirth that cannot be born due to lack of reiki during molding is not the stillbirth understood by the human race. It should be a state of non-living and non-death," Weiyun said. "The demon tribe calls this stillbirth. Many mysteries will use heavenly spirits as inspiration ... "

Sheng Lingyuan didn't want to listen.

"Check again," he just shook his head. "It can't be Suzaku, you ... check it again."

"Your Majesty," Weiyun said softly, "Is it possible for an ordinary little devil to bear millions of resentments? Can it be an innate spirit that possesses the power of gods and demons. Don't you remember? It was the Suzaku Temple!

After Sheng Lingyuan listened for a long while, the fire in his eyes went out. He avoided anything, turned and walked to the desk, but his footsteps were stunned, and his knees were almost softened.

"You ..." Xuan Yuan tried to hold him, but his hand passed through him.

Sheng Lingyuan supported the wall with one hand, and the tip of his eyebrows trembled inexorably, bones and blood—but for 20 years after the Suzaku extermination, is there still Suzaku blood in the world?

Sheng Lingyuan closed his eyes fiercely. Then, he didn't know how much will he used to suppress the emotion of tumbling. He waved his hand and waved his wish to help him: "The **** birds have lived in Nanming Valley quietly for generations. Have they got married with foreigners? Ever? Are there any offspring? "

"Your Majesty," Weiyun bit his lip gently. "This is exactly what the slave wants to report. There is someone ... no, the demon, and I want to ask you to bring me a word. He said that their family keeps a big secret. And want to meet you. "

"Who?"

"Patriarch Bifang."

Suzaku leads the winged family, and the hundred birds are worshipped as gods.

After the demon king slaughtered God, the winged clan resisted the most, especially Bifang, but unfortunately they were suppressed. Bifang had been in exile for more than 20 years in troubled times, and was regarded as an enemy and chased by the demon. When the landing gear was a chicken that had been plucked, when Weiyun secretly brought the Bifang patriarch, Xuan Yuan thought he had picked up an old homeless man.

The humanoid incarnation of the Bifang patriarch described the withering, and Xuan Yuan felt that he could hang it on the wall as a portrait when he smashed it flat. When he drank water, he held the bowl in an unstable position, and there was only one Suzaku hanging on his chest.

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes glanced at the Suzaku, as if he had been burned, he quickly moved his eyes and shouted three times for "free salute", but the patriarch of Bifang turned a deaf ear to him and insisted that he should complete the three kneeling and nine salute ceremony towards him. , Nicknamed "My Emperor."

Sheng Lingyuan reluctantly: "Come up, please, what are you worshipping? You are a tribe, rest assured, the demon king is dead, and the two races are cease-of-fire. I will not hold you ..."

"Your Majesty," the Bifang chief said tremblingly, "you have the last Suzaku blood on you!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "What did you say?"

Xuan suddenly realized-when he remembered, no wonder Lingyuan persecuted his mother's secrets when she persecuted Empress Chen. It turned out to be known at this time.

When the battle of Pingyuan started, it was Bi Fang who fled to death, and informed the princess demon king of God's cause and effect, and later he took care of the princess all the way, until she wrote down the **** consecrated great sacrifice.

"Your Majesty once lost the folk. It was I who stole you secretly, princess ... princess she ... oh! She hated it so much that she lost her mind and went into magic!" Elder Bifang Tears flowed, "But we were incompetent, we couldn't cover the Suzaku blood on your body, and it was still they ..."

Xuan Yuan heard it once from Sheng Lingyuan's mouth, and heard the more complete version the second time. He was even more shocked. He didn't dare to think about how Sheng Lingyuan knew his life for the first time. When I went to see him, I found that Sheng Lingyuan was only stunned for a while, then like a clay creature, Shen Bingxue's eyebrows lived inch by inch.

His expression was like a poor man who had been hungry and cold for a hundred years, and suddenly won a grand prize of ten million, almost cautiously: "You mean, I have Suzaku blood on my body?"

"Your Majesty," the director of Bifangdun yelled, "Everything in the world has yin and yang, and the aura is divided into positive and negative sides. The so-called 'magic energy', my **** Suzaku inherited his destiny and was stationed in Nanming Valley for generations, in order to make the yin and yang associate, so the spiritual air flow is lost, and the magic energy should be weakened at the same time. Shortages, the people do not talk about life, even the Suzaku descendants are stillborn, the demons are forced to coat, but they are being pressed by the human race step by step, as if the sky is about to die. Valley."

"I later learned that the loss of spiritual flow was not accidental. It was the demon king who used the forbidden technique in order to elute half of the blood on his body, and swallowed nearly a thousand congenital spirits, which led to heaven punishment."

"The greatest sin of the great patriarch's life was to ignite Nanming Valley, to create Abyss, and even to be separated for decades, and blood flowed into the river. This havoc has passed, and there is little reiki left in the world. The fire, the fire does not extinguish, but the turbulence is endless. I know what Her Majesty intends to do. Except for the seven tricks of the human race, all ethnic groups are contaminated with the magic of Abyss.

The old patriarch cried and lost his voice. The cry, with the sharpness of the bird song, echoed in the south study of Duling Palace.

The young man explained palely: "I have no intention of ..."

"Then why do the witch people annihilate the tribe?" The patriarch Bifang lifted his head hard. "Now Gao Weiyu is proud of Wang Feng, and he is becoming more greedy. Isn't that why you want to cut off the grass?"

Weiyun's face was white.

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