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38.Chapter Thirty Eight
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Chasing the crayfish takeaway in the middle of the night of the World Cup, ă the smoky skewers and spicy tangs in the university town, ă eating and learning while working in western restaurants, and the night markets that I have searched all over the world when traveling...In a hurry, Xuan Ji has gone through all the ups and downs that have flowed through the tip of his tongue in his mind. "The material is rich, and I can probably cut two "The World on the Tip of the Tongue", "Unfortunately, I still failed to cover the deepest memoryââ
Congenital spirits are born with bigu, don't know how hungry and cold, ă a pity, Xuan Ji is not.
He was born in darkness, ăThe world greeted him with noisy horse hiss, roar and metal collision. His "cradle" was filled with hatred, anger...and hunger.
It was the two battles of Pingyuan in history, ă the memory of blood spilled in Red Abyss.
A faint voice penetrated his body, ă directly fell into the depths of his consciousness.
The voice said: "Thirty-sixth Fire Keeper...boy, I...I'm going to stop here. Later..."
Wordless inheritance flooded in involuntarily, ă from the first generation of fire-shou men to the present.
Xuan Ji was forced to open her eyes, ă saw a man who looked exactly like herself standing in front of him, only had time to smile at him, and then disappeared into ashes, falling into a bone on the ground, and a man full of hostility was engraved on the bone." "Foot".
This scene flashed by, as fast as an afterimage, ă was forcibly suppressed by Xuan Ji.
The flame-colored light flashed through his eyes, and the long chain with fire flew out from the palm of his hand and hit Sheng Lingyuan.
Sheng Lingyuan should be able to feel his murderous heart, but for some reason, the person forgot to hide. Seeing that the thick iron chain of his wrist was almost drawn on His Majestyâs face, Xuan Ji drew her sanity back at the last moment, and the iron chain stopped in the air. The fire light reflected a little blood on Sheng Lingyuanâs face, and there was a dead silence around them. The connection between the two was so immortal, it broke at this moment.
"I respect you very much, Your Majesty," Xuan Ji said word by word, "I think the person who ended the Kyushu melee is a hero, even if you have been acting like a scumbag."
Sheng Lingyuan was in Wuren? V, spitting out blood beside the bronze coffin. The two of them were once again connected with each other, and then they were forced to cooperate.
During the period, although Sheng Lingyuan had been relying on counting to suppress the thoughts in his heart, he was very reluctant. Xuan Ji actually had the opportunity to test out a lot of information.
But he rarely did a gentleman and didn't do it.
On the one hand, the achievements of the Martial Emperor are so impressive that he dare not blaspheme.
On the other hand, Xuan Ji himself couldn't tell whether Sheng Lingyuan was particularly good at bewitching people's hearts, or he had something wrong with him...such as the late stage of seduction. In short, as soon as he saw Sheng Lingyuan, there was always something in his heart, trying to circumvent his reason and paralyze his vigilance.
When Sheng Lingyuan sealed Alozin again, Xuan Ji actually wanted to ask him why he didnât destroy the corpse directly, but she didnât say anything because he always felt that this person was in the shaman? Heart and soul can't bear it.
On the way back, Sheng Lingyuan also rarely acted as a demon. He has been quiet and quiet. Xuan Ji thought that because he had hidden his identity for him, he reciprocated, and both of them could consciously respect each other, so they truce!
Pooh!
Humanity cannot be the emperor of humanity, it is the stuff of "I would rather let the world take the world, not let the world take me".
Sheng Lingyuan's pupils were slightly shrunk by the flash of fire. At that moment, his expression was almost astonished.
Xuan Ji didn't pay attention-the phone just plugged into the charger rang, and he was stunned by the phone's ringtone.
The caller ID was Xiao Zheng, and Xuan Ji raised his hand and pressed it. As soon as the iron chain was closed, the two heavy iron chains retracted into the coin and got back into the palm of his hand.
Xuan Ji said coldly to Sheng Lingyuan: "Okay, you wonât be able to live without finding out how many threads there are on other peopleâs underpants, right? Since you have seen all of them, then I will simply open the skylight and light up. ââ I said in the wizard? V, if I die, the Red Abyss fire will start again, not to fool you with your life. We are the âfire guardsâ, and the guards are not âwhite fireâ red fire "Phoenix fire is free from fire," fire refers to Red Abyss fire."
Sheng Lingyuan looked at him with a very complicated expression, but unfortunately, the "Bluetooth" of the two of them was disconnected now, and Xuan Ji couldn't hear what he was thinking.
"I was born in Red Abyss, and I was the patriarch when I was born. Because of our clan, the previous one died and the next one was born-donât ask me why, I donât know, maybe I donât want to help children do homework. , So I just need to pass it down when I am dying, and I have to die once anyway, saving trouble and no nonsense."
"The mission of our talent is to defend the Red Abyss. We must not let the Red Abyss fire, which has been extinguished for more than three thousand years, rise again, and be martyred when necessary. The resentment of the two battles of Pingyuan is sealed under Red Abyss. You know, since 3,000 years ago, every time there is a major natural disaster, war, or military disaster, Red Abyss will resonate. I was born in World War II, and the previous patriarch used himself as a sacrifice at that time to quell the Red Abyss, who was almost sparking. . You have to ask me what kind of spiritual creature I am. Iâm sorry, I donât know. Maybe I am not a spiritual creature, but a freak.â
Only the demon can suppress the demons, and the gods will only sacrifice them and let them eat.
If anyone gets the role of "God", it will be bloody bad for eight lifetimes.
"But having said that, the errand of martyrdom with the body, whoever loves to go, I can't come," Xuan Ji turned on the tap and ran his hair casually with cold water. Then he didn't care if anyone was watching, directly In front of Sheng Lingyuan, he took off his "backless suit" and casually carried a hoodie cover from the paper bag next to him. "Sorry, the glorious tradition has been passed on to my generation. The gene mutation. I am I donât believe in any way, I donât like to be responsible, and I donât plan to "sacrifice". If something goes wrong, I can only do my best to make Red Abyss stop. I really canât control it. Then I just love how I can be so frank. Are you relieved? So far, we have no conflict of positions, have we?"
Sheng Lingyuan's lips moved lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Xuan Ji only felt that the gentle and passionate face was purely painted, no matter how pleasing to the eye, he didn't bother to appreciate the scumbag underneath. .
He took away his wallet and mobile phone, and then took away the fast food bag-your Majesty doesn't like junk food anyway-tore open the door of the room and left: "Bye bye."
Greatness does not conflict with despicableness.
The merits shine for the future, but the black heart of your majesty for the future will not shine.
Some people are widows and loneliness is a tragedy of fate, some people deserve it. A bastard like Shengmou, it's good to hang on a history book, there is really no need to go down to the world and make friends.
Xuan Ji planned to go to the front desk downstairs and open another room. Just as he got on the elevator, the phone rang again, and it was Xiao Zheng.
Xuan Ji angrily picked it up: "It's not over, right? Dad just finished overtime, let me stop for two seconds. Can you suffocate? How much overtime do you give me...what?"
As soon as Xuan Ji left, the hotel room was suddenly emptied, and there was still a burnt smell in the air-just now the iron chain left a ash on the white wall.
Sheng Lingyuan stood there for a while, stretched out his hand to brush the dust, and the dust automatically fell off the wall, and a lonely hand fell in his palm.
"How could he be..."
Xuan Ji said that he didn't know how he had changed, but Sheng Lingyuan recognized the bone with the word "Feng" engraved in a glance--because he had carved it with his own hands.
He closed his eyes gently, and his hand that was scorched was trembling.
According to historical records, the melee in Kyushu was initiated by Emperor Hei. This person has only played two roles in the story compiled by later generations, either a greedy careerist with blue faces and fangs, or a 250-year-old who does not know the heights of the sky.
But in fact, a war can be fought for a long period of time, and life can be disastrous. It cannot be attributed to a mortal.
Three thousand years ago, Red Abyss was not called "Red Abyss", it was called "Namming Valley". It was the habitat of the sacred bird Vermillion.
The status of the divine bird Suzaku is very special. On the one hand, it is respected among the demons. On the other hand, it is also regarded as the patron saint of the southern land by the human race.
At the bottom of Nanming Valley, there is ground fire magma with extremely high temperature. Except for the flamingo, it is difficult for humans and demons to get close. The human race and the monster race are separated by this sky moat, and they are very distinct.
However, natural disasters ignore people's wishes.
The origin of the Kyushu melee should be a major earthquake in Nanming Valley before the first Battle of Pingyuan.
It is said that the earthquake turned the entire Nanming Valley upside down, from the capital of the human race in the north to the demon capital in the south, all of which felt strong. In the winter of that year, the ice in the Yaodu was more than two inches thicker than in previous years. By the following year, it was April when the world was full, and the willows in the Yaozu were still not green.
The demon king is sincere and frightened, and presides over the sacrifice to the sky himself, but unfortunately, the sky does not eat that set.
In the third year, even the temperature in Nanming Valley had dropped, and a lot of aura within the monster clan was lost for unknown reasons. The monster clan is different from human beings. It is not like planting roots and seedlings in the ground to plant some grain. Clan--especially some of the more noble ethnic groups, the offspring is inherently difficult, because the demon realm's climate has changed drastically, and the spiritual energy has been lost. More than 40% of the little demon born that year were stillborn.
Just as the Nanming Valley is cooling down, many demons of course want to migrate to the territories of the human race to seek life.
However, the human race also faces the same problem. Although people do not need "reiki", they have to eat.
The weather has changed suddenly, and there will naturally be famine in the land.
When everyone is rich in food and clothing, foreign visitors "have friends from afar", and when everyone can't tell the truth, foreign visitors will naturally become "uninvited guests." Moreover, the human race and the monster race are very different, and they have been separated from each other for thousands of years. They could not urinate in the same pot. It is only natural to have conflicts.
As a result, the divine bird Vermillion Bird of Nanming Valley was caught between the two clans, and was in a dilemma.
The patriarch of the Suzaku clan couldn't help it. Seeing that the two sides fought twice in three days, there was a risk of a big battle. They had to "please" out the fire of the clan, and forcibly lit the Nanming Valley to separate the Human Race from the Monster Race.
But at this moment, Emperor Ping did a very wicked thing, which is why later generations often buckled the shit pots of the Kyushu melee on his headâhe created a "suppression army" composed of human monks. Aiming at the monster races who sneaked through the Nanming Valley and temporarily unable to return due to the closed passage, relying on the large number of people on their own territory, they slaughtered these monster races and hunted, and let out a word, the monster race stepped into Wang Tuban. Step, must be punishable.
The demon king was enraged, and the whole demon was boiled, and his fighting spirit was raging.
Suzaku might have been eating incense for too long, and they really thought they were gods. At this point, they still wanted to use their own strength to rebel against the general trend of the times and refused to give way.
The Demon King did not succeed at both ends. He determined that the position of the Suzaku clan was unclear, so he pretended to accept the soft visit and set a trap to destroy the entire Suzaku clan, which was known as the "Battle of the Swordsman" in history.
The collapse of the gods officially opened the chaotic world of sprites.
The blood of the sacred bird dyed Nanming Valley red and started the first tragic battle of Pingyuan. One hundred thousand monsters died in it, including Emperor Ping. From then on, Nanming Valley was renamed "Red Abyss".
The monks of the human race used forbidden techniques in the Suzaku Temple, which has been enshrined for thousands of years next to Red Abyss.
No one knows what the forbidden technique is, and no one knows whether it will work or not.
At that time, nine heavenly thunders fell, and eighty-one human monks had no bones, and the temple fell apart in the fire, leaving only a burnt red bird statue.
The statue of God turned into powder at the moment it encountered the morning sun, and then, Emperor Dan Li, who was carrying the fire and the clouds and rain, was born, and the relationship between the two people was imaginative.
In another 21 years, the melee in Kyushu ended with the fall of the Demon King, but the angry Red Abyss was still burning.
After the young emperor calmed down the Quartet, he finally spent five years with power to uproot Dan Li and behead the suburbs. But he was still not reconciled, turned his head and put the rest of his mind on the head of the Suzaku clan. First, a government decree flattened all the Suzaku temples in the territory, and then led people to pick up the ancestral grave of the divine bird and turn it over. There were a number of bones that could not be burned out of Red Abyss, and thirty-six seal orders were carved, and the town was in Red Abyss.
That little demon is... the thirty-sixth Vermillion Birdbone.
Sheng Lingyuan stood stunned. He never expected that the Vermillion Sparrow Bone that he had ruined in those years would actually have spiritual knowledge, and for three thousand years since then, he has been devoted to his duty in Red Abyss...
He has been guarding his remains in Red Abyss.
"why?"
The author has something to say: Those born in World War II are also young, after all, the ancestors are all made