The witch people are not fighting nations, and their personality is relatively gentle - you can tell by looking at the "curses" dug out from other people's tombs. Almost all of their curses have corresponding curses, and there are no sequelae after the curses are resolved. This is not easy, just like stabbing people to death, but it is difficult to save the person being stabbed. If it weren't for the ancient witch people's ancestors who had predicted their future, they designed a set of curses for the scammers thousands of years later, it can only mean that the curses they created back then were just for self-protection.

Not to mention that the two children cannot get in touch with any evil curse.

The "curse" that Sheng Lingyuan brought out was basically a prank by the children in the clan, and it was useless. The two teenagers were forced to hide from Tibet, and they were so embarrassed that the brutal demon clan was chasing and killing them all the way.

The village on the way is bleak, and wherever there are crows gathering, there must be corpses with short heads and short legs.

Little Aluojin felt that tears were too cowardly. Tears were worthless, and even less worth the girl's life, but he couldn't help it, so he stared at Sheng Lingyuan's back hard all the way, trying to glar at the tears back by staring. He saw blood that he had never seen in his life, and witnessed sentient beings who were not as good as grass, and his liver and courage were broken. The initial fear finally turned into fuel for anger, angry at the vicious world, and angry at his weakness and incompetence.

But Xuan Ji is not eight-year-old Aluojin, so she doesn't feel that tears are filled with tears.

He watched coldly for a while and asked, "I'll ask a question that I don't respect, Your Majesty, are your memories real?"

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes were still staring at the two young men walking away, and turned his head toward him - why did he say this?

"You just said that the one who ordered you to be hunted down was the Demon King. The Demon Clan knew that you were hiding in the territory of the Witch Man. The Witch Man was very difficult to deal with, right?" Xuan Ji said, "Suppose there is a very important goal - Your Majesty, and there is a group of very difficult opponents - the Witch Man. I think normal decision makers will send the most reliable people to execute it. You said that the three demon generals who chased you into the Witch Man are the three demon generals. My history is not good, and I have no common sense. I don't know what this "big demon" is, but you say that the twelve guards around you died on the way to escape, which must be very powerful. Although you both are big bosses, you added less than a legal adult line back then, and took a bottle of mischief curse and successfully escaped like this? I think it's a bit unreasonable."

Sheng Lingyuan turned around a few steps away and looked at him in an unknown way: "What does it mean?"

Xuan Ji was wearing a "beggar's outfit" burned into rag strips, with her legs tied with jeans, and was covered with a lot of mud. She looked like a non-mainstream punk young man, "you" at once, with a very respectful tone, but the content was sharp and merciless. Her curved smiled eyes were full of vigilance.

"I just raised a question," Xuan Ji smiled and looked back at Sheng Lingyuan without dodging. "It may be that the great monsters had a bad stomach that day, or they were allergic to the magic spells of the witch clan."

Sheng Lingyuan thought to himself: "This little devil has a warm and cold face, a thief heart is rotten, and he has burned it on his wings a little bit of fire."

fine.

People with too hot hearts cannot grow up, and like Aluojin, there will be no good ending.

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly said: "Have my teacher left his name in history?"

"Your teacher... Oh, I stayed, it's so prominent," Xuan Ji recalled, "I have memorized all the texts of the children below the building, 'The emperor's teacher Danli, looks like a good girl, does not eat grain, and is a young man for Emperor Wu. He has been planning for him for several years and restored the country to the capital. He thought that he would be the prime minister, and he will behead him for another five years...'"

The last sentence was originally a test point, but when Xuan Ji almost blurted out, he suddenly realized who he was talking to and barely bit the tip of his tongue.

In another five years, he was beheaded in the city.

Yes, among the "glorious achievements" of this Emperor Wu, there is also the "killing of the master".

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes were pitch black and silent, and the light reflected in the surroundings was like the firelight reflected on the ice.

Xuan Ji made a mistake and quickly turned his words, pretending to be ignorant and said: "Ah... that, after all, does he really look very handsome? You don't know that just the words "like a good girl" in history books can make this IP popular for another five hundred years. I have watched several TV series in which he played him. He married several Mary Sue in them. I saw them all, but I didn't know who he was."

"What... chop?" Sheng Lingyuan was confused when he heard it. Seeing Xuan Ji's unfair eyes, he knew that he was not serious. He shook his head and curled his eyes slightly, "Dan Li has never married for life, and only a confidante is with him. It is not convenient for me to say behind the scenes of a woman's name, but she doesn't call that... So Su. Do you all like to arrange such things for the ancients now?"

Xuan Ji was instantly blessed to his heart: "Don't worry, the person who made up the scandal did not take any harm to you."

Sheng Lingyuan's eyes twitched, his expression was a bit strange and a little ridiculous.

Xuan Ji: "Because the history books say that you are... are more majestic."

He is nine feet tall, like a king of Tota, and chopping people like cutting melons.

"Hiss... a righteous person can block scandals."

When the girl saw your portrait, she was paraplegic at a high position and could never jump around again.

Sheng Lingyuan was speechless for a moment: "...Thank you for your mercy."

When he smiled, the deep coldness in his eyes was broken. He mentioned the teacher who was killed by himself, and his attitude was calm, just like chatting about his high school class teacher after dinner. Xuan Ji instantly doubted the authenticity of the history books - since Emperor Wu did not have a face full of flesh and a big beard, then...

Are those rumors of "killing relatives and killing teachers" also made up by later generations to attract attention?

"What kind of person is Emperor Taishi Danli?"

Sheng Lingyuan narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. After hearing this question, the smile patterns at the corners of his eyes suddenly became flat.

After a while, he continued to use a naive and casual chatting tone: "He is amazing, talented, talented, and martial. I grew up with him since I was a child. He taught me. Many years after his death, the people were still building ancestral halls for him. The people regarded him as gods. I ordered him to be banned. I have been repeatedly banned, so I had to impose a heavy punishment - those who dared to engrave and depict Danli were regarded as rebellion and the three tribes of Yi."

The wind in the valley suddenly became gloomy, making people feel cold all over.

Sheng Lingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes still turned to the distant valley. There suddenly began to collapse, which shows that his memory was sliding into a darker place, and his expression did not change at all: "Don't you think it's too easy for us to escape from the demon clan? Indeed - if I was right, Dan Li should be nearby at that time. He finally raised me, so naturally he wouldn't let me die."

Xuan Ji was shocked and forgot his honorific words: "You mean..."

"I thought I was desperate, holding twelve guards who died for me, and were chased to the witch tribe. In fact, all the dangers were carefully designed." Sheng Lingyuan had no smile on his eyes, but his lips were knocked, "Little devil, I'll teach you how to be good. There is no coincidence in this world."

This Majesty is not only an atheism, but also a conspiracy theory.

However, Xuan Ji had no time to think about it, and the world collapsed under their feet in a flash. Xuan Ji grabbed Sheng Lingyuan and the two of them fell deeper. The feeling of weightlessness suddenly flooded his whole body. Xuan Ji forced himself to pull away his wings and fight against the impulse of memory space. The outline of the entire incident had already emerged in his heart.

During the melee, although the human race has far more population than the demon race, it lacks core combat power. The cultivators in the human race have to practice for many years. With magic weapons, they can barely fight against the demon race. Ordinary people can basically only be slaughtered when encountering monsters and monsters. A little monster casually exhales a sip of poisonous gas, slaughtering a village is like a joke.

At that time, the royal family was deserted and the human race had no leader. All the hopes of the desperate people were placed on an illusory and loopholes prophecy, even if the protagonist of the prophecy was a child in his early teens. The only chance for the human race to turn the tables was to seek as many help as possible. Among them, the witch and human race was crucial.

On the one hand, the strength is that it is also because the spell invented by the witch tribe is made into special props, which can also be used as weapons by ordinary people.

The only problem is that although the witch tribe is friendly, they never leave Dongchuan. They are peaceful and indifferent, without contend, and they cannot impress them even if they have high officials and generous salaries, let alone the human tribes who are now losing their country.

Dongchuan has mountains, natural chasms, and large formations set up by the witch tribe, which are isolated from the world. No matter how bloody the fight is, people "hide into small buildings and become unified", so why do they have to come out to wade into muddy waters?

No coercion and inducement can be done, so Danli designed the third way, a hard-working plan - the little prince is ten years old, a weak child, and a dead end. With the nature of the witch tribe, it is impossible to refuse to save innocent children when they die.

As long as this child stepped onto the hillside of the Witch Man, the Witch Man will be pulled into the human camp with one foot.

The big guys only have the interests in their eyes, but the young man still has true feelings in his heart.

True love in troubled times is a rare sword.

All the comments mentioned in history books are full of intentions.

Countless stories quickly passed through the memory space of "rriving back" - Aluojin chose the back he wanted to follow, and since then he has become a different person. The younger generation of the witch tribe takes him as the core and can no longer be as calm as his ancestors. They are full of energy and are eager to leave their names in the world.

Six years later, the human race fought hard for many years, and finally broke through the encirclement of the demon race outside Dongchuan and sent someone to welcome their lost prince back to the court. Aluojin had a big fight with his father, who was the patriarch, and he took the rebel young people without hesitation to pursue a dream of pacifying the world.

Many messy clips flashed in front of Xuan Ji's eyes, which were not very beautiful. They should have been quite difficult at the beginning.

Leaving Dongchuan, Sheng Lingyuan, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, officially succeeded to the throne. At that time, he had grown into an adult. Except for his hard life and being a little thinner, his facial features and body shape are actually no different from the man in front of him, but he doesn't look like the same person at all.

The young emperor was always exhausted. Unless he saw someone, his face might not have been washed clean. He seemed to be able to stand and sleep on his sword anytime and anywhere. A circle of fluff had just grown on his lips. When he thought about it, he would just use the knife that had just chopped the person to scratch it. If he couldn't remember, he would pull it down. He was almost a bit sloppy. No wonder he left a portrait like a yaksha.

But when he opened his eyes, there was light in those eyes, which were as solid as a rock and wedged in the wind and rain, making it thrillingly bright.

It's a pair of eyes that will attract people to follow.

Xuan Ji met the boy's gaze and suddenly his heart twitched. As soon as the young emperor walked by him in a hurry, Xuan Ji subconsciously reached out to stop him, and two people in different time and space passed through each other.

"What am I doing?" Xuan Ji curled up his fingers. At this time, the two of them fell to the ground.

Xuan Ji came to his senses and saw A Luojin running over with his head with a small braid over Sheng Lingyuan. The young man of the Witch tribe was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was slower than his peers. He was less than Xuan Ji's shoulders. He jumped like a junior high school student rushing to take physical education classes. Xuan Ji always felt that he should have a "Law on the Protection of Minors" in his flying braid.

"This Alujin...is that big of a person, he will succeed the patriarch?"

"Ah," Sheng Lingyuan seemed to smile coldly, "Good question."

The next moment, the picture in front of him collapsed again, Xuan Ji shook his feet and heard a roar.

"Get out of the way! Let me go!" Alujin's eyes were blood red, and three or four young men of the witch clan could not hold it down, and he rushed out of the tent.

"Young clan leader, don't be impulsive!"

As soon as Alujin rushed out of the tent, a quick horse rushed in front of him. The horse stopped too quickly, raised its front legs high, and almost threw the person on its back. The knight on the horse's back was the young human emperor. He was injured somewhere, his chest was covered with bandages and blood was sucked slightly. When he jumped down, he staggered and grabbed the reins tightly before he could not kneel down.

When Aluojin saw him, his eyes were full of red silk as if he was about to drip blood, and he squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "Brother, they are talking nonsense... aren't they?"

Sheng Lingyuan's blue lips moved, without making any sound.

"They are talking nonsense! They dislike me and make up lies to lie to me! Isn't it?"

The young man Sheng Lingyuan suddenly lowered his head, and his handsome face seemed to be cut by sharp pain. He forced himself to breathe, gritted his teeth, and said hoarsely: "Half a month ago, your letters from the Hui tribe were sent to western Sichuan...because of the flying squirrels, the messenger was made into a human flesh puppet and sent to the tribe. The clan leader... The clan leader did not investigate for a while...A Luojin!"

Aluojin shook and knelt down dejectedly.

At that moment, the old ghost Sheng Lingyuan, thousands of years later, and the young emperor of that year, stretched out his hand at the same time, one gently pressed the top of Aluojin's head, and the other trembled across the back of the boy's head.

Through time and space, the two Sheng Lingyuan's hands touched each other. The same bones and the same flesh. However, the old ghost's hands were pampered and elegant, like snow sculptures, cold and beautiful. The young man's hands were covered with scars of all sizes, with thin cocoons growing in the palm of his palm, and a red mark was strangled by the reins of the horse, as if it was warm.

The two hands were put together were shocking, and even the old ghost felt it himself, and suddenly shrank his hand back.

"It was the New Year," Sheng Lingyuan calmed down and said to Xuan Ji, "The New Year of the human race has nothing to do with the witch people, but they are curious and lively. They are just a festival and come and have a drink together. There is nothing fun in the army. After three rounds of wine, the wrestling competitions are tired, and some people start singing. A little brother sang a hometown tune, singing while crying, because his parents and brothers were already dead in the war, and he was homeless. Aluojin listened to it for a long time without saying anything. When he went back tonight, he wrote a letter from his home for the first time and asked the person he trusted the most to send it to the tribe quietly... Even I hid it. After the incident, he realized that he didn't want me to think he was weak - unexpectedly it turned out to be a big mistake."

Xuan Ji immediately asked keenly: "Who is this so-called 'most trustworthy'?"

Sheng Lingyuan sighed lowly, put his hands back into the sleeves of the robe woven by the dead grass: "It seems you have guessed it."

"A Luojin hurriedly led his tribe to run away with me, without any preparation, and even the human race could not speak a few words, and he was confused. When I first succeeded to the throne, I was in a state of vain, and I couldn't help but lose my mind. The matter of taking care of the young leader of the Witch Man clan naturally fell on him... The meticulous and thoughtful imperial teacher Danli. A Luojin hit it off at first sight, and told me privately that some things on Danli were very similar to the Great Sage, and I felt kind to him when I saw him," Sheng Lingyuan said, "So he followed me and called the 'teacher'."

Xuan Ji suddenly felt something was wrong.

The person "Danli" should be very important, whether it is positive or negative, but until now, he has not seen this person in Sheng Lingyuan's memory.

In this "travelling" memory space, all the details are extremely textured, and everyone's face and behavior are very clear. Until now, Xuan Ji, the guards around the young emperor, important subordinates and generals, and even the more active witch people in Alujin, looked familiar with him.

But why is there no Danli in this?

According to His Majesty, Danli should be very close to him and Alojin.

Then there is no Internet, how can I find a different box?

Numerous possibilities flashed through Xuan Ji's mind, and his eyes suddenly froze. He shuddered and inserted his hand into his pocket.

The book "Dongchuan Witch Man Book" records a paragraph of human demons, and there is another sentence: "The devil eats people's hearts, it's not credible."

Xuan Ji asked quietly: "So the old patriarch was killed by Alujin's fatal family letter. Alujin succeeded him, and the witch tribe completely had a deep hatred with the demon tribe. The whole clan officially turned to you - what year did this happen?"
Chapter completed!