Both outside the sword were stunned. Theoretically, the natal sword could not cut himself - otherwise Xuan Ji would have been paraplegic at a high position every day.

Sheng Lingyuan really didn't expect that this iron "chicken" had taken two steps and even rose into the air. He was lost for a moment. The moment the sword blade hit the human flesh, his desire for blood overshadowed his reason. When he came to his senses, it was too late.

The human hand had thin skin and many blood vessels. The heavy sword was embedded in Xuan Ji's palm. The blood flowed like a stream, and the blood trough was filled with blink. Luo Cuicui next to him looked at the sound. "Oh my God" screamed in fear. The panicked green ivy stem was surrounding her neck. He shouted green: "Blood! My mother! So much blood! Stop the car quickly... No, that... Help!"

Lao Luo shouted the plane so loudly, and how lively it was, and how fast it was, as if he was afraid of being caught with blood and being hit by someone.

Ping Qianru jumped up in panic, forgot to understand the seat belt, and was pulled back. The chocolate and fish-skin beans in her pocket rolled all over the ground. Only Yang Chao was calm and had to come over to help after putting down the book. However, just after two steps, the big sneeze monster twitched his nose and looked upward, preparing to erupt. Xuan Ji was afraid that the wound would be covered with a pile of snot, so he quickly refused his kindness from the air.

The heavy sword blade seemed to grow in his palm, greedily sucking his blood.

Sheng Lingyuan had a little temper of "because he came, he would be at ease". Since he had cut it, he simply sucked his blood. He seemed to have been hungry and cold for a long time and drank a bowl of hot broth. Even if he had scalded a layer of skin from the hot broth, he couldn't bear to let go. More and more blood poured into the sword body, and his mind became much clearer in an instant, and his vision suddenly became wider. In an instant, he could even see everyone and things in the cabin of the entire small aircraft through the heavy sword.

In the noise of the plane "rumbling", Xuan Ji's ears floated and sighed: "It's so fresh..."

The blue veins on Xuan Ji's arm thundered, not caring about the open fire on the plane. He dipped his other hand in blood and quickly drew a complicated rune on the sword. The heavy sword burned as he wanted. It fell off his palm with a "clang" sound. The sound in his ear groaned softly, but it seemed as if he didn't care about this attack. After humming, he laughed softly.

Before the fire alarm sounded, Xuan Ji stretched out his hand and took the flames from the sword back to his palm. The flames passed by. He saw a pair of gentle and affectionate eyes on the reflecting part of the sword body. He was reddened by the fire, but he was still smiling, with a creepy gentleness inside.

Ping Qianru finally got rid of her seat belt and ran over like a gust of wind. Xuan Ji was afraid that she would touch this dangerous sword, so he stepped on the heavy sword that fell on the ground and rolled it under the seat. Sheng Lingyuan had just gained benefits and didn't care about honor and disgrace, so he could just step on it.

"Director, is it okay? Director? Where did you get cut?" Ping Qianru was startled by the blood all over the ground and asked in a crying voice, "Is the big artery?"

Xuan Ji was powerless: "Daughter, can you hope I can make it better?"

"Wait, we have a first aid kit, I'll find you now. You can hold on for a while." Ping Qianru ran two steps in a panic, then turned around and shouted, "Hold on for a while!"

"Oh," Xuan Ji nodded helplessly at her, "Slow down, don't fall."

After all, the natal sword is a natal sword. As soon as the heavy sword escapes from his palm, his wounds begin to heal independently. In a few words, the cut tendons have begun to repair themselves. Xuan Ji held his wounded hand and his eyes fell on the hilt of the sword under the seat, with an unpredictable expression.

He was silent for a moment, and then, taking advantage of the noise of the plane, lowered his voice and said, "Are you a little ungrateful... This 'Your Majesty'?"

Xuan Ji began to suspect that his natal sword was written by the pile of books given by Khao Yi before lunch break, and he found the relevant records of "human demons" from the broken book "Dongchuan Witch Man Book". It said that human demons were "a powerful person who fell into the flesh and brought the demonic energy of heaven and earth into the flesh. Even if the flesh was destroyed, if his obsession arose again, he would still have the danger of regaining the demonic energy and coming to the world again. The name of human demons cannot be described, thoughts cannot be disturbed."

Simply put, regardless of what it was at the beginning, once it went from "human" to "human demon", it became another kind of existence. The original body was like a bottle of water. When the bottle was broken, the water would certainly sprinkle, but in some situations where the time, place and people were in harmony, the sprinkled liquid still had the chance to gather together.

In theory, humans can be attached to other spiritual things.

Xuan Ji didn't know if his sword was "spiritual". Although it was silent before and had never shown the potential to become a spirit, Xuan Ji always felt that it was not a dead thing. Since he had memory, the sword had been with him. It seemed that it could capture every subtle thought of him, even those he had not reacted to.

And this mysterious and inseparable connection between humans and swords suddenly disappeared after the sword body was splashed with demon blood.

The sword body became colder and colder. At noon, when Xuan Ji was awakened by Xiao Zheng's phone call, he felt a strong feeling - it seemed like there was another person's breathing in the sword.

The real reason why he was sure that there was something wrong with the sword was actually the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly. When he approached the butterfly, a pair of smiling faces on the butterfly's wings changed, and on the one hand it turned into a scared face, and the other hand it turned into a crying face. It is easy to understand that fear is the most resistant to evil spirits. They all said that it belongs to fire, and fire is the natural nemesis of these things. When the butterfly sees him, it is probably equivalent to seeing a large crematorium.

But what happened to that aggrieved little crying face?

If this butterfly had no additional ability to evolve into the "butterfly division" except for its extra long life, it could only feel the existence of another person... or something else.

Xuan Ji was born in the fire, and his natal sword should be retreated by all evil spirits, and there shouldn't be any evil thing to attach to it. But if it were that demon... it would be impossible for such a bizarre thing to happen. After all, even the ring protects him.

The devil said something when he killed Bi Chunsheng despite the gloomy sacrifice. At that time, only Xuan Ji, who was closest to him, heard it. There were two words in the words that made him care very much, one was "I" and the other was "You Wait".

"Wait" seems to imply that there is someone behind Bi Chunsheng, and the self-proclaimed "I" reveals more information.

Before the great melee - to be precise, before the first "Pingyuan Battle", "I" means "I", which can be used theoretically by anyone. Later, Emperor Ping's ambitions expanded and began to fight against Chiyuan, turning this word into a royal special. Those who blurted out this are either people born in the era before Emperor Ping, or some later emperors, or some minority leaders who imitated the Central Plains system [Note]. The devil blurted out that "Qingping Si" when he was in Chiyuan Hospital. Qingping Si was not there before Emperor Qiping. That was the son of Emperor Ping, the original institution of Emperor Wu of Qi, Sheng Xiao. Therefore, the devil is most likely the second situation.

Xuan Ji decided to be vague and try to cheat casually first.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the hoarse voice in his ears laughing softly: "Then how do you plan to let me repay my kindness?"

This sentence is nothing, and there is a more terrifying sentence followed by a sentence that is even more terrifying - Xuan Ji heard the devil in the sword say again: "Want to cheat me? This little devil is very brave."

Xuan Ji's mind was blank for a moment, and then all the hairs in his body exploded: "Damn, he can hear what I'm thinking!"

At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan in the sword obviously "heared" his swear words and realized something.

Both of them are cunning and have a lot of minds. Unexpectedly, one day they will be forced to "interest" with a stranger with an unknown position.

It's still so accessible that it can't be reached again!

The two of them had a very consistent reaction. Almost at the same time, they both emptied their brains and forced themselves to focus on one thing and cut off all their thoughts. Xuan Ji began to concentrate on counting the hair above Luo Cuicui's head, and Sheng Lingyuan in the sword silently recited ancient scriptures that he could not understand at all.

People with deep scheming can control their micro-expressions, and some experts can even accurately arrange their body language. But who can control their brains?

Comrade Luo Cuicui couldn't help counting his hair, and Xuan Ji quickly counted it. A thought still couldn't help but come out: "I'm seeing a ghost, what's the matter?"

Sheng Lingyuan's arduous ancient scriptures became more and more gritted his teeth.

Xuan Ji's thoughts were out of control: "The Different Control Bureau will defeat me. If I don't pay my monthly salary for 14 months at the end of the year, this matter will not be over."

Although no one except him could understand the scriptures that Sheng Lingyuan diverted attention, Xuan Ji judged from his pronunciation. He recited a heavy sentence and repeated it back and forth three or four times, and finally couldn't help but miss a sentence: "I will cut it into pieces by the initiator of the gloomy sacrifice."

Xuan Ji's heart moved: "So there is a culprit in the gloomy sacrificial text? Bi Chunsheng is really just a puppet on the table?"

He threw out a question, and two voices appeared on Sheng Lingyuan at the same time. One was the slow and ease-proof tone when he spoke, accompanied by a chuckle: "Guess."

The other is cold: "Nonsense."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Senior Demon, you are so concise.

Sheng Lingyuan's heart was instinctive reaction. After saying that, he also reacted: "What does 'science' mean?"

"'Spice' means..." Xuan Ji couldn't explain clearly for a moment, his heart was confused, and the noise in his heart became a ball, and finally it gathered into a sentence, "I'm broken, what a mess."

No one on the plane knew that in the blink of an eye, he calmly carried Director Xuan and his sword with his muddy sword and had a series of car accidents in his brain. Ping Qianru took out the first aid kit and trotted back all the way: "How is it? Director, I have never used this first aid kit before. Do you know how to 'urgent'?"

"Give me a wet tissue first." Xuan Ji raised his injured hand to show her. The wound that was bleeding was just now, only a shallow white mark was left. "Then tell me, the carpet cleaning fee bureau will be reimbursed, right?"

Ping Qianru looked at his intact hands in a daze.

Xuan Ji: "Sorry, you came late and couldn't see it for the last time."

This is the best thing in the world of special energy. Everyone's special energy is different. Therefore, everyone will not be too surprised to find that the other party has some incredible abilities. Ping Qianru was unforgettable on her business trip with this new boss last time - lightning, thunder, ice and fire, and blew up two buildings. In comparison, the wound healed quickly was not so terrifying, so she was just shocked for a moment, then accepted this setting and helped him clean up the bloodstains.

Xuan Ji emptyed his brain through mechanical scrubbing work, while Sheng Lingyuan turned the classics, history, and literature several times. After cleaning up the blood on the ground, the two of them finally calmed down a little from the chaos.

Then Xuan Ji found that his "thirst sword disease" was inflicted again, and the strong sense of anxiety was even more violent than before. He was like a starving ghost who saw steamed buns. The addict became addicted to it, restless, and the desire to touch the natal sword overwhelmed all reason. Xuan Ji persisted for five minutes with inhuman perseverance, and then his reason was defeated for a thousand miles. He "invite" the heavy sword from under the seat with both hands, and began to "suck the sword" tremblingly.

Sheng Lingyuan: "Rareless!"

Xuan Ji avoided the blade and stroked the cold sword body in despair: "I said senior, you don't want to do this either of us. Do you have any idea?"

Sheng Lingyuan said concisely: "Let me out."

Xuan Ji: "Do you think I don't want to? I don't even know how you got in!"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't say anything, and thought darkly in his heart: "The sword master is dead, and his natal sword will be destroyed without attacking."

Xuan Ji forcibly resisted the urge to use his face to stick to the sword body, and gave in and said, "Okay, welcome to kill."

Sheng Lingyuan aimed at Xuan Ji's carotid artery from the sword body, and his voice was very dangerous: "Little Demon, I am parasitized in this sword. If you want to lose your head in your dream one day, it would be better to break the sword."

Xuan Ji sighed: "But I don't have the ability."

The "separation anxiety" between him and his natal sword is not only that he can't stand it if he doesn't suck the sword for a while, but he can't even think about the scene of breaking the sword in his mind. As soon as he has this idea, his whole body hurts, as if his clone has been smashed. Besides, his sword is invincible and can be used to break the jade. Even if he is willing to give up, he really doesn't know how to break it.

They were forced to meet honestly at this time. There was no point in concealing it. They all knew how much they were with each other. Sheng Lingyuan found that the little demon was exactly the same as he guessed, with no common sense and no bullshit. Xuan Ji found that the big demon claimed to be "amnesia" and had no moisture. The memory was really a fog, no incoming or detachment.

The two of them reached each other's shallow bottom and had to go hand in hand with the sound of the plane's engine. While thinking about how to kill each other, they felt a little sympathy of sharing hardships and hardships arose in this strange tacit understanding.

After a while of worry, Xuan Ji began to actively solve the problem. He tried to let go of his grudges and negotiate with the heart-to-heart big devil: "Senior, why don't we try sharing information? That... meet honestly? I think, in life, everything is impossible to talk to others, right?"

He finished speaking, and Sheng Lingyuan heard the little demon say uncontrollably in his heart: "It's weird."

So the devil also smiled and replied, "Yes, you're right."

With the thought of "farting" in my heart, I packed it and handed it back.

Next, the two men were so sweet and polite, and they cursed each other quickly with their minds. Xuan Ji saw that this was not a solution. He fully utilized the glorious qualities of people in contemporary society that they could bend and stretched, and quickly adjusted his mentality: "Senior, although we both want to send the other party to the end, no one can do it for a while, right? You don't want to be so private."

Sheng Lingyuan had no choice but to understand what "privacy" means based on the context. After a moment of silence, Xuan Ji heard a carousel in his mind like a lantern, passing through a bunch of unheard spiritual magic. Before he could "listen" clearly, he heard Sheng Lingyuan say: "The mind and mind are united, and they can enter into meditation, and may eliminate distracting thoughts."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Sheng Lingyuan: "You don't know what it is if you can't connect to meditation, right?"

Xuan Ji still has this common sense that even the author of fantasy novels knows. The ancient books in their clan talk in detail about how to enter into meditation. People who have entered into meditation can not eat or sleep, and not be disturbed by external objects - he understands the truth, but now it is working hours, and others are on a business trip, and a group of colleagues are discussing the case and waiting for him to assign tasks. He closes his eyes and meditates. Is it reasonable?

Besides, he doesn't.

Sheng Lingyuan thought he had heard it wrong: "You can't do anything?"

Can't enter into meditation?

Then how did you grow up so old?

Xuan Ji may have some physical defects, and he can't even learn meditation. When he was working in a company, the company EAP asked a psychological counselor to take his employees to do "mindfulness" exercises, which was very similar to meditation. Xuan Ji didn't use much guidance at first, and he could easily enter the state of "body and mind are one like a mirror". However, at most one or two minutes each time, he would be "awakened" by unreasonable fear and trembling, just like a mechanism that stopped him. After trying it two or three times, he began to instinctively reject this activity, and he never participated in it since then.

"This is interesting. I have never seen anyone who cannot enter a state of concentration before. As expected, there are all kinds of wonders in the world," Sheng Lingyuan saw his memory and then said very easily, "It's okay, I will do it."

"Wait a minute," Xuan Ji called him, "Senior, you... you have a good knowledge and knowledge, so there is no better way? How inconvenient to enter into meditation."

Sheng Lingyuan entered into meditation on one side and could indeed isolate the two of them to peek at each other. This is equivalent to erecting a door in the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness that the two of them accidentally opened. The only problem is that this door is "locked" on one side - the devil will push it open whenever he wants to.

Sheng Lingyuan's voice smiled: "It won't be more inconvenient than now, it's just settled."

Xuan Ji: "No! I don't agree, this is unfair!"

The devil laughed out loud, without hesitation for a second. In the blink of an eye, there was no sound at him. Xuan Ji could only vaguely hear the long and even breathing in his natal sword.

asshole!

The plane threw the broken negotiations and exhaust gas behind him and flew towards Dongchuan.

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