The people of the witch people are open and unrestrained.

The young and ignorant sword spirit stared at the two people in the cave without any hesitation, and shouted in Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​consciousness: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed to hug each other in broad daylight!"

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

The original body of the sword spirit is a monster. The life of the demon clan is very long, so the growth period is also long, and the mental development is very slow, and it always cannot grow up. At that time, the world was difficult. If a child from a poor family could have been able to establish a family at the age of thirteen or fourteen, even the naughty child of the witch tribe, Aluojin, began to develop his own ambitions and ambitions.

When it comes to age, Jian Ling should be like Alujin, but she is still a little bastard who doesn't understand.

Sheng Lingyuan had no choice but to scold him with blushing face: "Don't calm me down for a while, close your eyes, don't look!"

Jian Ling was righteous: "If you don't close your eyes, why do you tell me to 'don't look'?"

Sheng Lingyuan was exhausted - it is said that because the sword spirit was a product of acquired refining, most of them had gloomy personalities. Even if they were not gloomy, they were taciturn. I don’t know if he had committed any evil in his previous life, so he had such a person.

A half-aged boy of fifteen or sixteen years old should understand or not, he understands it anyway. If Sheng Lingyuan had just met him by chance, he would definitely not make a name for himself, and he would probably leave quietly. The lack of morality lies in the fact that he deliberately coughed heavily in order to show that he was "open and upright".

He had excellent ears and shouldn't have been unable to hear anyone in the cave. It was all because of the endless noise of the Breaking Sword Spirit.

Sheng Lingyuan lowered his head, covered up his embarrassment, and bowed to the two people in the cave calmly: "I forgot about things, so there are many disturbances."

After saying that, he didn't raise his head, as if his feet were on fire, and he couldn't stand for a moment, so he turned around and left.

"Your Highness!" But the people in the cave chased him out, "Wait, Your Highness, Your Highness!"

Sheng Lingyuan was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the two people in the cave were not a man and a woman, but two teenagers of the witch. However, the fuss was narrow-minded and rude, so he immediately covered his surprise, deliberately suppressed his gaze, made an ordinary point, and smiled, "But what else do you have to give?"

One of the young men chased him and said helplessly: "Your Highness, we...we... today's affairs, can you please..."

"That's natural, I won't talk too much." Sheng Lingyuan immediately responded, and then felt that he answered too quickly, and he was more suspicious of being overwhelmed. So he calmed down and seemed to be at ease. He tidied up his clothes a little, and smiled, "The peach blossom relationship in the Peach Blossom Land is a romantic and elegant thing. I was just now, so how could I gossip everywhere?"

No matter how young he is, he is at a loss in his heart, and his superficial skills are always beautiful.

After saying beautiful words, Sheng Lingyuan bowed to the two witch boys and fled Pianran...

With his face like a spring breeze, he scolded the sword spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Jian Ling was a scoundrel. He ignored his scolding with ease. When the young master finished spraying, he asked enthusiastically: "Lingyuan Lingyuan, didn't it mean that only women would give birth to children?"

Sheng Lingyuan said angrily: "You are so knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and you even know this."

The sword spirit did not notice that he was being ridiculed at all and asked, "Yes, you can't have a baby, so why are they busy with?"

Sheng Lingyuan was speechless.

The sword was whimsical: "Or they have any strange curse of the witch tribe. Can eating it make men turn into women? Have you ever written the leaves books you read?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "...Shut up, can't you let me live for two more years?"

The Demon Sword Spirit couldn't hold back his mouth. He was as lively as an energetic little wild dog. Unfortunately, in this huge world, there was no place for him to have fun. Fortunately, he was imprisoned in the sword before he was born, and he didn't know what freedom was in his life, so he had nothing to get used to.

But the excess energy was nowhere to be vented, and all of them were spread on Sheng Lingyuan even more severely.

"Then are they married?"

"No, right? There are no three books and six recruits."

"Hey, Lingyuan, why do you say 'I can't say it out' and then say 'romantic and elegant things'? I'm confused. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"

Sheng Lingyuan was so quarreled that his forehead was so blue that his veins jumped straight. Fortunately, he had a unique skill against sword spirit. He found a book with the smallest words, staring at the timid Wu Renyu with good eyes. After enduring this incense stick, his sea of ​​consciousness became quiet. Sword spirit could only use his eyes. This ignorant little thing had a unique skill. As long as there was no drawing in the book and staring at the words for a while, he would definitely be like being sweat-covered and sleeping without knowing what happened.

The carefree sword spirit floated in the young prince's sea of ​​consciousness, and slept until dark, everything was silent, and the disaster woke up.

He found that it was pitch black in front of him, and knew that Ling Yuan had closed his eyes and rested. Jian Ling felt his breathing was gentle and soft, so he opened his ears in vain and listened to the whispering wind and plants in the forest of Dongchuan.

It was the hazy spring, with flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and beasts... It seemed that there was a lingering whisper everywhere, and there were a secret meeting everywhere.

The sword spirit suddenly became bored. It was not because he was slow to develop or ignorant. He really couldn't - since he was born, he was a small consciousness hidden in Sheng Lingyuan's back. When Lingyuan's attention was not distributed to him, he had the illusion that he did not exist.

How can a person who has never seen himself in the mirror solve the many "contents" in the world?

He has no evidence.

It was late at night and people tossed and turned, and the sword spirit had to pass the time by fantasizing how many pears could be ripe on the tree tomorrow, and it made him greedy again.

Lingyuan's sea of ​​consciousness is quiet, and occasionally dreams flash by, mostly books that are difficult to understand by the witch people. Sometimes, he will unconsciously retell the newly learned texts in his dreams - this is Lingyuan's habit for many years. He cleanses his thoughts before going to bed and concentrates on recalling what he has learned today or some unthinkable problems. In this way, after he falls asleep, the fragmented dreams will be filled with these academic problems. First, it can deepen his memory and help him sort out his thoughts, and second,... in this way, he will not dream of those escapes and killings.

The dream is full of calm and boring poetry and books. Even if the ignorant sword spirit cannot be influenced by the ignorant sword spirit, at least it will be enough to make him sleep and not scare him.

The sword spirit was bored in the sea of ​​consciousness. When he saw the words of the witches flashing through pages, he was indeed sleepy again after a while. He muttered tiredly: "You haven't told me that the two people you met during the day are good or bad things."

The people of Sheng Lingyuan were not awake, but the sea of ​​consciousness was shocked by his words. The witches that were dazzling suddenly disappeared, and the shadows became the scene they saw in the cold pond during the day.

The Demon Sword Spirit came to his spirit: "Yes, they are the two!"

In the dream, the water vapor from the cold pond spreads up finely.

The sword spirit walked forward along the water vapor, wanting to see carefully, but the picture in Lingyuan's dream was blurry.

Jian Ling asked: "Can men and men get married? Is it the same, or is it only the witch tribe who has this custom?"

Sheng Lingyuan fell asleep, of course he would not answer. However, at this time, the messy scenes in his dream had strange changes in light and shadow, and a little psychedelic tenderness.

The sword spirit didn't expect him to respond, and he savored the word "marriage" carefully, like talking about distant legends such as "Heaven and Earth" and "Pangu". These are two words that he roughly knows what they mean, but are not true - it is because they have nothing to do with him.

But he had something to do with Lingyuan, and Jian Ling felt unreasonable when he thought of this.

Lingyuan wanted to get married. The great saint of the Witch Clan joked during a chat, saying that in the future, His Highness would probably get married and...the queen would be established.

The meaning of Empress Li was to marry a strange woman as his wife. From then on, they were in a family. But he rubbed Lingyuan's eyes, ears, noses and tongues, but he could only see the strange woman. Listening to their two words, it was like a person left behind...

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The sword spirit shivered hard, his "world" was about to deviate from him, and he forgot him in this cold and dark place.

As soon as this thought came, it could not be extinguished like wildfire. The incomplete sword spirit was still confused and had already been tortured by the desire to possess the consequences.

"If the human race can do this, don't you have to marry a woman?" Jian Ling couldn't help but say, "Can you... not find someone else to come, I will be the only one in the future, okay?"

His words made Sheng Lingyuan's dream react, and the surroundings became even more hazy. The cold pond seemed to have turned into a hot spring, filled with mist. The sword spirit's eyes were covered with whiteness. Although Sheng Lingyuan was not awake, he subconsciously refused to let him see clearly.

The fog was wet, with a little subtle and indescribable subtlety. A strange feeling came through the boy's body, as if it was itchy and numb. The sword spirit felt Sheng Lingyuan's breathing became thin and rapid. The man seemed to feel a little uncomfortable. His body curled up. He came to his senses and asked blankly: "Lingyuan, what's wrong with you?"

The fog in the dream became thicker and there seemed to be someone inside. The sword spirit hesitated for a moment and wandered over the figure. For some reason, his heart was beating faster and faster. He seemed to know something in the dark. He was afraid of seeing the person in the fog, but he couldn't help but want to get a glimpse of the truth.

There was a young man in the fog, with long hair loose and covered with water vapor, which was Lingyuan. People usually don’t have their own image when dreaming, but they were connected from a young age, and the two consciousnesses would have some influence on each other. In the eyes of Jianling, the self in Shenglingyuan’s dream was the appearance of a young man he had seen from a mirror or on the water surface.

Sheng Lingyuan in this dream is subtle and different from usual. He is naked and has a rare bloody face. His eyebrows and eyes look very bright, almost unlike him. He picks up a person carefully from the water, bullies him in front of him, and presses the man on the stone wall next to the cold pond.

The figure was covered with white mist, and the sword spirit could only vaguely see the personal form and face was unclear. The sword spirit did not realize what it was, but a nameless fire rose in his heart and was about to rush up. The fog in the dream pushed him out in a spun. For the first time, he was rejected in the sea of ​​consciousness of Lingyuan.

The sword spirit was furious and shouted: "Lingyuan!"

The sound hit the dream, and somehow it echoed—

"Lingyuan..."

In an instant, a violent trembling feeling came from Sheng Lingyuan and flowed through his whole body, as if stepping on the tail of the Thunder Demon. The sword spirit couldn't help but snorted, and his soul was numb.

In just a moment, the dream suddenly disappeared, Sheng Lingyuan woke up, and then his vision flipped, as if he had sat up suddenly.

Before the sword spirit could come back to its senses, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly closed all his facial features and six senses, and the Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit was inexplicably locked up in the "little black room".

This is the first time in his life. As Sheng Lingyuan grows older and his control over his mind becomes stronger, he can gradually freely close some thoughts on the sword spirit, that is, ignore him. When his body is injured or on the battlefield, Sheng Lingyuan will also cut off the sense of pain, smell and taste to avoid hurting the sword spirit.

But his eyes and ears had never been closed, and the sword spirit kept thinking that he could not do it either.

I didn't expect that I just didn't use it for him!

He couldn't see or hear, and was trapped in the darkness. The sword spirit was crazy and screamed in Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​consciousness, digging and ramming. Fortunately, Sheng Lingyuan did not keep him for too long. Within less than a stick of incense, the sword spirit was able to recover his senses. As soon as he touched the outside world, he had a chill first--Sheng Lingyuan didn't know what was wrong with him, so he went to take a shower in the middle of the night.

Before he could boil the water, he used cold well water directly!

It was probably frozen, and Ling Yuan's heart beat as fast as it was about to explode, causing his chest to hurt.

Jian Ling thought: "It's time! You're frozen to death! You bastard, you've turned off your touch!"

Jian Ling was confused and angry, not knowing what to avoid taking a bath, but it wasn't that I had never washed it together. I didn't eat the pear I was thinking about, and I was locked up in a small dark room for no reason. The figure in the dream who couldn't see clearly... and the hazy, anxious about the future, and all the things combined together, Jian Ling made a shocking temper, breaking the record of his time of ignoring people.

Sheng Lingyuan had to mix a spoonful of pear nectar in the meal for half a month, which made him almost anorexia. The leader of the Witch Clan thought he was sick and became nervous for a while.

By the way, at that time... he was so arrogant to the future Emperor of Human Emperor. He scolded him whenever he wanted, and quarreled whenever he wanted, and made a tantrum at any time. He was even more arrogant than Alujin.

It must be very annoying, right? So later he was useless and was abandoned even more thoroughly than the witch tribe.

No... When the witch man destroyed the clan, Ling Yuan was really hurt. After all, Aluojin and his clans were living people who had been together day and night.

What is he?

What is he to Sheng Lingyuan?

After that, Sheng Lingyuan did not discuss with him and grew up to become an adult without authorization. In the past, Sheng Lingyuan closed his thoughts, either because there was something outside and needed to concentrate, or if he had a fight with Jian Ling, he was sulking. There was always a reason for it. But suddenly, there was a blank space in Lingyuan's sea of ​​consciousness. Sometimes, he had to isolate him even if he was just sitting quietly and dazed.

Jian Ling then deliberately ignored him. At first, he was not skilled in closing his mind. Later, he became more and more times, and his spiritual consciousness was tempered. It seemed like a childish revenge. Sheng Lingyuan didn't care. Their youth time, which was completely unpredictable, gradually disappeared.

However, not long after that, they left Dongchuan. In order to avoid the leaderlessness of the dragon, Dan Li proposed to let the young man who had just grown up succeed to the throne. Under the crown of iron and blood, the young man's feelings were as thin as the wings of a cicada, and in a blink of an eye it dissipated like dust.

The annoying spring breeze never penetrated into the dream of Shenglingyuan again.

Who is his dreamer? Who is he thinking when he is quietly tracing under the big pear blossom tree in Dongchuan? Will he be a girl as brilliant as spring flowers in Dongchuan... or a boy?

These problems that have secretly troubled the sword spirit for many years are still unknown.

Because later, Dongchuan was gone and the pear blossom trees were gone.

The trivial anger and jealousy that arises because of this are nothing worth mentioning and are gradually lost in the stormy waves.

Xuan Ji woke up in the special ward of the Yuyang Branch. His body was unharmed and his heart was already penetrated by thousands of arrows. He only felt so painful that he wanted to leave his body and swayed away unintentionally.

He remembered the long, relatively silent time, suppressed by him, and even the slightest and observant Emperor of the Human Emperor did not notice any dark feelings.

Xuan Ji always felt that because he was not a human being, he was a little unstable, always fond of the old and not obsessed with anything, and sometimes because he was too follow the crowd, he was incompatible with the ordinary people.

It turns out that he was not born like this, but the heat had been dried up a long time ago.

The man who had done him was unkind and had long forgotten him in the old dust and had no idea of ​​him.

To him, I was just... a sword.
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