"Have I made it clear?"

Baiyan wrapped Xuan Ji's consciousness, and his eyes were pitch black, and only the voice of a child could be heard.

The child voice sounds far from the age of changing voice, but it is not so stingy at all, and it sounds a little familiar. Xuan Ji was very sensitive to oral expressions out of his previous professional habits. After listening to a few sentences, he found that the child was imitating the words of an adult - the boy spoke very clearly, and at the same time he deliberately closed the ending sound very lightly, creating a sense of precociousness.

The child asked again, "Are you listening?"

Xuan Ji's eyes suddenly lit up, and the clear galaxy suddenly fell into his sight.

Then, the eye blinked, and the picture in front of Xuan Ji was disturbed. People generally would not feel that their blinking interfered with their vision. Xuan Ji immediately realized that he was looking at the starry sky through other people's eyes.

Then, another absent-minded little tits sounded: "Listen, listen."

The boy who learned to speak at the adults sighed in an old age: "Nonsense, you were clearly thinking about eating just now. Do you want to listen to me, or wait for Danli to write a mantra into your sea of ​​consciousness? Can you stop learning?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

The case was solved, and the initiator of the "Tianxin Art" with a illegitimate ethics and smoke was Dan Li.

As soon as Dan Li was mentioned, Xuan Ji realized that these two children's voices that sounded familiar to him were His Majesty and the Demon Sword Spirit when he was a child. At this moment, the sword spirit should be hiding in the back of Xiao Shengling Yuan and sharing a pair of eyes to see the world.

It seems that he was dragged into the memory of the Demon Sword Spirit again.

Xuan Ji was simply strange. Even if it was the "wordless book" inheritance of the Fire Shouren clan, what did his other 30 ancestors do when they were alive? Do you squat at the bottom of Chiyuan Valley every day to pick your feet?

The trash of generations, the ancestral tombs are not repaired, the love is not discussed, and the inheritance is not even a big son. Is it not that even his experience is not good? It is okay to say that he ordered ancient recipes!

There is nothing else to do to create a broken inheritance, and let him relive his childhood memories with a cub from three thousand years ago every day.

Xuan Ji wanted to turn around and left. He was very resistant to looking at the memories of the Demon Sword Spirit again. One reason was that the content was too private, and he always felt ashamed to peek at the privacy of his ancestors. The other was that he had no resistance to the style of Sheng Lingyuan. The deep love and hate meetings of the Demon Sword Spirit were transmitted to him, which was too affecting his daily life.

Xuan Ji closed his eyes again, closed his spiritual sense, recalling his way "coming in", and intending to exit the same way.

The way in...

He was suddenly stunned, wait, isn’t this the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness?

Even he himself successfully sneaked down for the first time. No matter how mysterious the inheritance is, it is an external thing. Why does the memory of the Demon Sword Spirit appear here?

There is also the mysterious iron prison gate that appeared many times in his dream...

A strange guess came up, and the iron prison door and seal seemed to be related to these memories.

The plot in memory is still moving forward.

"But I'm so hungry... No, you're so hungry, you're so hungry, I feel so uncomfortable." Xiao Jianling complained, and the subject-object in his mouth was in a mess.

Xuan Ji reacted for a while before he understood what the naughty child was talking about. The Sword Master and the Sword Spirit share a set of senses. Neither of the two children have learned to block each other yet, and the feeling of hunger should be inseparable from each other.

Jian Ling asked aggrievedly: "Brother Lingyuan, has Aunt Mengxia not prepared the meal yet?"

Xiao Sheng Lingyuan got up and looked around. As his perspective turned, Xuan Ji realized that they were in a dilapidated village, where the little prince was lying was a haystack. There was no sound of chickens and dogs around him, and several thatched houses gathered together tremblingly, with burning marks everywhere, and lifeless.

Only the starry sky above the head hangs low, as clear as water.

Xiao Sheng Lingyuan took his gaze from the night sky back to the world. The haystacks were very high, and they could see the surrounding courtyards and straw sheds on it.

Their group lived in the most decent farmyard, saying it was "the most decent", but it was just about a roof, and it was impossible to control the leakage of air and rain. However, at least they would not be able to observe the celestial phenomena at night when they opened their eyes in the middle of the night.

The masked Emperor Shi Danli told the guards something in the courtyard. There was a female servant who was tightly wrapped around her. She couldn't see her face clearly. She was using the farmer's stove to make a fire and cook - maybe it was the "Aunt Meng Xia" mentioned by Jian Ling just now, who followed the army to take care of the children.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind the haystack. Xiao Sheng Lingyuan immediately woke up and secretly looked behind the haystack. Seeing that a stranger came, the child immediately restrained his lazy lying position and entered the "business state" in one second.

Xuan Ji saw him slipping down from the haystack silently. He slipped too quickly and sat down on his butt. He didn't say anything, he got up and patted the soil on his body, tidied up his clothes, and finally pulled out the small dagger he carried with him, looked at his appearance with the reflection on the knife's face, quickly wiped off the dust on his face, and pulled out the dead grass tied in his hair. Then he thrust his waist and raised his chin slightly. It took less than half a minute to lift the three-foot-high prince rack.

Jian Ling complained to him with a silly voice: "Brother Lingyuan looks in the mirror and looks beautiful and shameless."

"Go to yours, Guanzi said: 'Telling words, actions, and righteous clothes, then the ministers will be solemn'," the short-legged prince put away his dagger, raised his small face, moved his horse with great dignity, and at the same time he read the sword spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness, "The teacher said that people's life, water and fire, is the hope of all people, and must not disappoint them."

"What does 'parallel goods' mean?"

"It's not 'sub-spark goods', it's 'water and fire'. 'water and fire' means..." His Royal Highness got stuck in the shell, and he might have forgotten it himself. Then he continued to write down without changing his color, "I want to drink water and make a fire to cook."

Xuan Ji: "Puff..."

As an older single young man, although Xuan Ji doesn't hate children when he sees them, he really has no good feelings for those kids who can scream when they open their mouths. When he hears the voice of his children, his first reaction is always that he can't wipe his nose clean, his stinking milk, and his feet pounding drums on the back of his chair on the bus.

This was the first time he was soft-hearted because of a child's voice.

But soon, he remembered the adult version of Sheng Lingyuan again.

How did such a cute little guy grow up to that fucked old devil?

It's simply a completely perverted development. Could it be that the great educator Dan left an anti-social training class?

The visitor was a yellow-faced village woman with a dirty swaddle in her arms, holding a skinny sheep with her head in her hand, talking to the guards. Xiao Sheng Lingyuan walked over in a hurry and coughed lightly, nodded to the woman first, and then asked the guards: "Mao San, what's the matter?"

When the woman saw Sheng Lingyuan, her eyes as if she was suddenly ignited by something. She knelt down with a "thump" and fell to the ground.

Sheng Lingyuan hurriedly said, "Madam, please get up quickly, there is no need to be too polite."

Guard Mao San is a young man with a mustache. He smiled and had a flattering little white teeth. He lowered his head and said to Xiao Sheng Lingyuan: "Your Highness, this lady wants to offer you a dairy sheep."

The ignorant sword spirit cheered: "I have goat's milk to drink!"

"Don't make noise." Xiao Sheng Lingyuan scolded Jian Ling and glanced at the ewe. The sheep's eyes were like obsidian after the rain, wet, and there was a warm light under the starry sky and torches.

Looking at the woman again, she was covered in rags and her thin wrists were exposed outside, almost skinny and bone-skinned. I think this sheep might be her entire possession.

Xiao Sheng Lingyuan said, "Thank you, Madam. Most of the generals and officials are practitioners who can fasten the grain. We have enough food to eat. How can we take the food from our fellow villagers? Besides, we are not able to take it on the road for a long journey. Madam is kind enough to accept it. Please take it back quickly."

At this age of an ordinary child, he may not even speak well. It seems very clever to say hello when he sees a stranger. Although Xiao Sheng Lingyuan is still a little uneven, he is organized and is not sure whether it is Danlihui or to raise people in troubled times.

Seeing that he refused to accept it, the woman was anxious or excited, and tears were in her eyes, and with almost desperate piety, she was about to bow again.

Mao San hurriedly blocked Sheng Lingyuan: "Madam, don't do this."

Xuan Jixin said why this person is as crazy as a lunatic, don’t scare the child anymore.

Xiao Jianling said: "Brother Lingyuan, is there anything wrong with her? It's a bit scary."

Xuan Ji could clearly feel that Xiao Sheng Lingyuan's back was tense, but then the child forced himself to restrain his desire to shrink back. He bravely walked around Mao San and stepped forward, held the woman's shoulder, and said warmly: "Why not do this, madam, you should take this sheep back, and then take it as an orphan, and give it back to you, child. OK?"

The woman raised her head tremblingly and stared at him with a burning look, as if she was dying and starving to look at a bowl of porridge.

Xiao Sheng Lingyuan refused to hide, but leaned down and patted the baby in the woman's arms through the cradle: "Madam, get up quickly, the soldiers are in front of you, just to take back the world and let your child grow up well. How can you rob his food?"

The woman's face had been dried, her eyes were so big that it was too big. With a slap in her eyelashes, a string of turbid tears fell down. She was raised by Mao San and another guard. She held a corner of the cradle tightly, and opened her mouth and asked, "Your Highness... can you take it back in the world?"

"It must be possible, please wait for me, madam." Xiao Sheng Lingyuan raised his head and smiled at her, "See me, is this a little boy or a little girl?"

He said, tiptoing, gently pulling over the woman's hand holding the baby. Mao San felt something beside him, and his face suddenly changed: "Your Highness..."

At the same time, Xuan Ji also discovered something was wrong - the baby was too quiet, and was held in his half-crazy mother and rubbed it for so long without saying a word. Is the normal child so well-behaved?

His heart jumped heavily, and saw the woman laughing blankly, and had already opened the baby swaddle tightly against her chest and handed it over. The rag spread, and a piece of blue-purple little arm fell out softly. Xuan Ji's ears burst into sharp crying sounds of the little sword spirit - a dead baby's face was revealed in the swaddle, with a corpse spot all over her body, and her facial features had begun to rot, with a blood-free mouth, as if she was still calling for help.

It was a face that was a war-torn general who wanted to have nightmares after seeing it. Xuan Ji almost escaped from this memory, and Xiao Sheng Lingyuan's smile instantly froze on his face.

Mao San raised his hand to push the woman, but Sheng Lingyuan grabbed her wrist.

The woman was unaware of anything and said softly in a creepy voice: "I am a child, and I can fight against Your Highness in the future."

She's gone crazy.

At this time, an old man hurriedly ran out, pulled the crazy woman away, and then knelt down to apologize. What he said, Xuan Ji didn't care about listening to it. It was nothing more than being harmed by the demon clan and being criticized by the world. There were too many tragic stories in the troubled times, and they all sounded so miserable that they were all the same. The living was lingering and the dead were not allowed to have the whole body. He just found that Xiao Shenglingyuan suddenly had a sound of no sound in his sea of ​​consciousness, as if all his thoughts had frozen the baby's body.

Even Jian Ling realized it and barely stopped sobbing: "...Brother Lingyuan?"

The sword spirit screamed three times before he could call Sheng Lingyuan's soul. The little prince grabbed Mao San's hand and trembled for a moment, then forced himself to stand up again, watching the woman being dragged away. The woman held the sheep in one hand and was still looking back at him: "Your Highness, the world..."

Through Xiao Sheng Lingyuan's eyes, Xuan Ji looked at the messy land and suddenly understood the viciousness of the prophecy when Emperor Wu was born, and what kind of burden was Sheng Lingyuan's words "Life and fire, and the hope of the people is the hope of all people."

There are too many desperate and crazy people, who hold dead babies and drag their bodies, and they must rely on a thought to survive. Danli and others have created a living "thinking" and put a child on the altar.

But isn’t the altar...the altar?

Xuan Ji couldn't help but shudder when he remembered the ritual of refining the "demon" he saw on the sea.

So, what is the "demon"?

Xiao Sheng Lingyuan suddenly pushed Mao San's hand away and ran to the corner of the wall to vomit. His stomach was empty, and all he vomited was sour water.

Xuan Ji followed him in his sea of ​​consciousness for several days. Sometimes, the corpses chased him like a resident evil, stretched out their rotten claws to ask him for the world, and sometimes endless pursuit and escape. Countless claws of bones grabbed him and lifted him high on the altar. The jaws of the skeletons incited, and the same sound came from—

"Your Highness, you are the hope of all people..."

Is there no law on protecting minors in this old society?

Xuan Ji was angry, but he knew that he was just an outsider and could not change any history. He could only watch Xiao Sheng Lingyuan fall into nightmare after nightmare...

Until the sword spirit woke him up from crying.

Jian Ling shares the same brain with His Highness at this moment. He can know what he thinks during the day, and of course he can share the dreams in his mind at night. Sheng Lingyuan can tolerate it, but the little Jian Ling can't stand this grievance. When he is scared, he will immediately howl and rely on crying to pull Sheng Lingyuan out of the nightmare to coax him.

It is strange that a person's spirit is very fragile. Sometimes a little trauma can knock down a person, and sometimes it is extremely tough. Given a fulcrum, he can make a bud out like a small grass in a crack in the rock. Once there is a weaker existence around him, he will involuntarily take away the stronger character.

In this way, in the cry of the sword spirit, Sheng Lingyuan was forced to learn to calm down a stick of incense before going to bed every day, calm down, forcing himself not to think about the blue-purple baby corpse, describing a haggard woman, and then temper himself like crazy.

The bearded guard Mao San around Sheng Lingyuan couldn't stand it, and felt that it was because of his dereliction of duty that the little prince saw the baby corpse, so he tried his best to carve a wooden tiger to coax him. Mao San was good at the machine spring formation. Although the carved little tiger was not very exquisite, it could move. Xiao Sheng Lingyuan was not interested in these pieces, but the sword spirit was coaxed happily.

The sword spirit was so cute that it was invincible in the world. He entangled Xiao Sheng Lingyuan so badly that he had no temper. He had to promise to be a flying bird for him. He followed Mao San to learn wood carving every evening class. Perhaps he was still young, and the imperial master did not force him very tightly. As long as he did not delay his homework, he turned a blind eye to it.

Your Highness is naturally skillful, and within a few days he learned to use a carving knife with Mao San. Mao San is quite good at speaking and coaxing children. While teaching him to make wood carvings, he tells the story of himself and his brother in danger in the snow mountain and fighting with the tiger demon. The story is told ups and downs, which is quite like a storyteller performing artist in later generations, which makes the two children fascinated.
To be continued...