Xuan Ji was sitting in a posture and never refused to use a chair according to the instructions. As long as the chair surface was large enough, he had to put his feet on it, sometimes poking it, sometimes crossing it, as if he was afraid that he would not reach it when he needed to pick his feet.

In fact, he was willing to put his feet on the table before, which was very unreasonable.

Sheng Lingyuan and Feng Xiyu said twice that someone was not painful or itchy, and they all acted as wind in his ears. So for the third time, His Majesty tied him up and caught him to take the top ten tortures - scratching the soles of his feet. Xuan Ji was sobbing that he screamed in a ghost and howled, and called his brother eight times in a humiliating country.

Since then, Xuan Ji has changed this bad habit, and Sheng Lingyuan has also named it a nickname in the internal journal of the General Administration: "Sheng Mou, a criminal who was brought to justice."

"Tsk." Xuan Ji, who was cross-legged, pulled out the eraser and wiped out the half spell he had just drawn on the tablet.

Xuan Ji stretched out his big and twitching waist, spread himself on the desk, stood up two fingers, "walked" to Sheng Lingyuan at the other corner of the long table, and pulled his stuff to ask for attention: "Why are there so many witch curses? It's so annoying!"

Sheng Lingyuan was fiddling with a new camera, holding Xuan Ji's finger, and rescuing the instructions he pressed on the table to rub: "Let's go, I'll do the forbidden spell part."

Xuan Ji rushed forward like a zombie, pulling the bamboo slips and the tablet under his arm: "No, I'll do it!"

Xuan Ji didn't want Sheng Lingyuan to touch the "Dongchuan Witch Man's Book" again, so he volunteered to write and let His Majesty dictate it.

In this generation, he realized that in the years he was in Dongchuan, he might have been greedy and did nothing serious. He only knew about everything about the witch tribe. He learned spells so well that he seemed familiar, and he had to show his timidity when digging two or three questions down, so he started to make up for the lessons.

When he systematically discussed part of the witch man's mantra, Xuan Ji was still doing well before, and the forbidden mantra was a big problem. He was knowledgeable and could understand the principles of each mantra. He could understand it once he could listen to it.

It’s just that the brain says it understands, but the hands always disagree.

He didn't catch up with Teacher Danli's step-by-step teaching. After he had a body, no one could guide him. He relied on his own to explore. So he learned wild ways and had many minor problems. The three thousand-year-old monster is not a child who is a beginner in spells, so it is extremely difficult to correct deep-rooted habits.

Xuan Ji originally wanted to start with his most familiar "travel" painting and be beaten back by His Majesty dozens of times.

"When I was interrogating the blind wanted criminal, wouldn't I use the 'travel' I casually painted?

"If you can use it, it may not be necessary to change someone. The more simple the witch man spell drawn by the painter, the higher the requirements for the user. With your cultivation level, as long as you know what kind of spell is in your hand, you can use it just a few strokes. But if you use it for a pure mortal... an ordinary person, you have to make a good decision."

Sheng Lingyuan gave him a demonstration and casually drew an arc in the air: "There is no need to draw a simple witch man's spell."

As he said that, Sheng Lingyuan blinked his fingers and "growed" a string of golden flowers along the arc he drew, and flew to Xuan Ji's head and exploded. He saw golden debris falling like snowflakes, and stars touching Xuan Ji's body, as if he had a layer of gold plated on him.

Sheng Lingyuan quickly captured the photos before the broken gold disappeared.

This is an introductory witch man curse. The witch man uses color to add during festivals. It is better than fireworks and does not pollute the environment. The children of the mountain god are worthy of being pioneers of environmental protection.

"There are three layers of hiking, each layer is ever-changing, not as simple as you think. I think you should start with the simplest forbidden spell in this chapter."

Xuan Ji said "Oh" and opened a new blank page: "Which is the easiest one?"

Sheng Lingyuan threw away the camera, stood up and walked around behind him, holding his hand holding the pen.

The long hanging hair fell into Xuan Ji's collar. His shoulders subconsciously tightened, and Sheng Lingyuan's empty hand pressed his chest: "Don't move around, block my sight."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Where to touch it! Behave like a hooligan!

Before he could be distracted, His Majesty pressed his hand and drew an extremely familiar witch man spell on the tablet.

Xuan Ji was stunned: "Shocking?"

"Shock is the only simple structure in the witch man forbidden spell, and can be achieved with one stroke." Sheng Lingyuan said, "When I was young, I didn't understand why 'Shock' was a forbidden spell."

A single "shock" is actually just a nightmare. Ordinary people accidentally get into trouble, and the effect is similar to watching ghost movies before going to bed. Logically speaking, no matter whether it is dangerous or complex, it is not as good as a "forbidden curse".

Sheng Lingyuan once asked the old patriarch and the great saint of the Witch Clan, but neither of them said anything.

The old patriarch stammered and said nonsense like "Children cannot bear being shocked and are easily invaded by evil spirits", which exposed that he actually didn't understand. Because of his high level, the Great Sage was relatively honest and told him bluntly that "they included the horror into the forbidden technique, which was suspected to be a mistake in the ancestral script." After so many years, he has been making such a mistake, and everyone respects traditions, so that's it.

Sheng Lingyuan accepted the Great Sage's statement half-understand or not. It was not until he abused the horror later that he realized the power of this thing.

The demon body of the Heavenly Demon cannot burn out the fire of the Chiazu, thunder, beheading, broken limbs, and even split into pieces - as long as the demonic energy does not return to the Chiazu, it can be restored as before.

Only the horror can leave irreversible damage on him.

"This mantra seems simple. Among the rules of the Heavenly Dao, it should be the highest level among all witch man curses."

Xuan Ji threw the capacitor pen: "When it comes to this, can you sleep well at night!"

When Sheng Lingyuan was the tutor for Xuan Ji, who had not picked up his memory, he coldly asked Xuan Ji to study all night. It was not because the teacher was devilish. The teacher was not strict with others and lenient with himself, so he did not sleep. Since he recovered from his injury, he would spend at most with Xuan Ji to close his eyes and rest for a while at night, and coax Xuan Ji to sleep, and do whatever he should do.

As long as Xuan Ji wakes up in the middle of the night, it will definitely be cold when he touches the side.

With their cultivation level, meditation for a moment is enough to nourish the spirit. Sleeping is not a necessity, but is lazy and relaxing. It is certainly more comfortable to sleep in a warm quilt than meditation, and there is no other harm than time-consuming.

Xuan Ji has always believed that entering into meditation cannot replace sleep, because dreamland is a gentle place. The complex information and all kinds of depression emotions that people come into contact with in one day will be released and sorted out one by one. When you wake up, you will often feel like you are turning the story on the day before. Although entering into meditation can also nourish the spirit, the emotions and states of people are continuous.

He suspected that monks were prone to being possessed by the past because they worked too hard and did not sleep.

The folk proverb of wisdom says, "If you only study but not play, smart children will become stupid." This may be the principle.

After hearing his "reason", Sheng Lingyuan laughed on the sofa. These lazy people didn't find a corner and were ashamed to find a corner, but they even wanted to come out to promote "laziness and reason" and write books, which was so shameless that the ancients were surprised.

"I know the sequelae of 'shock' is Shaomeng and nightmare." Xuan Ji said, "You can come to my dream."

Sheng Lingyuan responded with a smile, "Okay", and then the following text was gone. The topic turned to other places, making it clear and perfunctory.

Unfortunately, Xuan Ji had no time to fool him. He didn't take it seriously on the spot and was foolish at night. When he was asking for the sweetness before going to bed, he bit Sheng Lingyuan's neck "inadvertently", and the subtle feeling of common sense immediately became connected. Xuan Ji turned into an octopus, and his wings wrapped around His Majesty.

After being tied up, he took a deep breath of His Majesty, fell asleep happily, and fell asleep for less than half a minute.

Sheng Lingyuan, who was forced to connect with the common sense, had no choice but to untie Xuan Ji, but was pressed down by the sense of happiness coming from that end.

In daily life, they rarely feel the same way. Even if they are partners who once merged with bones and blood, they should establish new boundaries between each other to get along with each other. Xuan Ji is very knowledgeable about this principle, especially Sheng Lingyuan doesn't like being spyed on his thoughts.

Every time I connect to the common feeling, either someone is accidentally injured and bleeding, or a quarrel is over, and I am in no good mood.

This was the first time Sheng Lingyuan had clearly felt Xuan Ji's usual emotions.

The darkness did not affect Sheng Lingyuan's vision. He turned his head and stared at the face of the person beside the pillow.

Xuan Ji fell asleep, and there was no thought in his mind, but there seemed to be a warm ball in his heart and mouth that was infinitely expanding, and he had no place to settle, so he was about to climb onto his face, making people laugh for no reason.

Like a little phoenix who had been wandering for many years, found the sycamore tree.

The tranquility and distantness made Sheng Lingyuan, who was born with few anger and few joys, a little shocked.

Perhaps because of the common sense, Xuan Ji could feel his gaze even when he fell asleep. After being stared at him for a while, he lowered his head and buried his face on Sheng Lingyuan's shoulders, leaving him with a messy hair, silently urging: Don't show it, go to bed soon.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but smiled at the same time as the emotions on the other end, closed his eyes and entered into a state of meditation.

Then he found himself making a wrong decision.

Usually he entered into meditation, and there were only distracting thoughts in his mind outside the sea of ​​consciousness. Shenglingyuan's mind was originally quiet, and he could clean up those distracting thoughts in just a few breaths. When he entered meditation, he was silent.

This time it was very lively. Because of the common sense, an uninvited guest came to his sea of ​​consciousness.

Sheng Lingyuan had control over his own distracting thoughts and could not control others, so he had to set up a screen in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness to fill his ears...

Can't ignore it.

Uninvited guests could not stand the "screen block". As soon as Sheng Lingyuan closed his "door", people started knocking endlessly.

Sometimes the whistle knocked on the door politely, sometimes the bird pecked on the screen with its beak, and sometimes the thing that didn't know what was scratching the door outside... After you finished singing, I came on stage, and there was no moment of rest.

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

This kid is so annoying.

He had to remove the screen. The silent sea of ​​consciousness in the past was boiling, and because of the invasion of a certain bird man, it had already become Huaguo Mountain.

In fact, even if it is Suzaku, there is no special reason - such as Nirvana Stone Crush or something - most dreams have no logic. They are just pieced together in messy clips, and they won't remember them even when they wake up.

Sheng Lingyuan saw seven or eight Xuan Ji running around in front of him, each busy with his own.

Some were flying upside down in the sky, leading a group of elderly people who usually walked upside down in the small park downstairs; some were setting fire to the mountains, roasting wings, and two helicopters sprinkled cumin down on it; some were directing a group of bird bands to play, but the commander Xuan looked intoxicated and his conducting style was very passionate. The birds played sing and singing, each with their own rules - some played folk music, some played sorrow music, some played Western music, and some played pop songs...

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't bear it anymore and turned into an umbrella to cover his eyes that were so quarreling that it hurt.

He walked around several times and finally found a quiet Ji-Zi Ji-Zi was farming in the corner.

Sheng Lingyuan sat next to him, watching him turn the ground seriously, pulling his feathers to build a greenhouse... His feathers turned tender green in his dream, and the reason was unknown.

Xuan Ji also ran around to water the water. After a closer look, he found that it was milk tea. In order to avoid fewer trips, this stupid thing brought back all the big cups.

The greenhouse of the feather stand gradually turned from tender green to green, and then turned yellow. Sheng Lingyuan now understood that it turned out that feathers represent the change of seasons.

When the greenhouse turned golden, autumn came. Sheng Lingyuan was influenced by the common sense and became a little tired. He yawned and saw Xuan Ji, an old farmer carrying a shovel, happily rolling back and starting to dig in the fields.

Sheng Lingyuan rubbed his eyes, intending to see what he planted. As a result, Xuan Ji shoveled down and His Majesty almost choked to death - Xuan Ji dug out someone... It was Sheng Lingyuan who was himself.

Digging one with one shovel, and finally the great old farmer dug out a field. Xuan Ji surrounded a pile of "Sheng Lingyuan" he had harvested, and smiled foolishly with a shovel.

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

OK, I know what this little bastard is burying!

He was laughing and crying, and suddenly the shadow flew across the sky. Sheng Lingyuan looked up and saw that there were scattered witches floating over, all of which were fragments.

Someone has studied this theory. His Majesty just read it from somewhere not long ago. It is said that when a person dreams, he sometimes accidentally organizes his memories, which is also the reason why it is easier to remember what he memorized before going to bed.

However, some things are not suitable for dreams.

Sheng Lingyuan was helpless as he watched several pieces of the horror curse gathering together.

Although there was no scientific theory three thousand years ago, it was emphasized "taboos". For example, after practicing evil tricks related to dreams, you are prone to nightmares first, so it is best not to sleep for a period of time, or to be alert and not to sleep in a deep sleep.

The old farmer Xuan Ji was still celebrating the harvest. Before the choir of birds finished performing the show, Sheng Lingyuan couldn't bear to destroy this messy black and sweet village, so he waved his sleeves and broke up the fragments of the terrifying spell in the sky.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Ji's "heart towards learning" was quite firm, and he broke up the sky. His Majesty soon discovered that the fragments of the witch man's curse floated on the ground again.
To be continued...