Freedom is the beginning of exile and the source of pain - the preface.

Xuan Ji was still trapped in the indescribable sadness and loneliness, staring blankly at the ceiling of the special care unit. It was already late at night, and the lights in the hospital area were turned off, and it was silent all around.

A voice sounded in the dark lights: "I'm willing to wake up?"

Xuan Ji was so scared that he almost flew up to the ground. He hurriedly grabbed the soul that had dispersed. Then he saw a dark figure by the window... It happened to be his dream male protagonist who couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or something.

He didn't say anything, reached out and pressed his chest, and slammed his heart in his throat, choking his chest so hard that he felt pain. I wonder if mental trauma could apply for an industrial injury.

The wards of the Special Hospital are all single rooms, facing north and south, with bright windows and clean windows. The thick curtains that are covered with blackout are half-pulled and half-closed. There is only a layer of gauze curtain hanging in the middle. Moonlight, starlight and light are mixed together, and they drill into the house through the gauze crack whenever they are accused of, but they all automatically go around the person beside the window and dare not touch him any.

Xuan Ji looked over with his eyebrows, as if he had lost his soul, his eyes were still very subtle - the water light on the iris had not dissipated, and he seemed to have been bullied by someone. He felt a little aggrieved, a little shivering, and a faintly indescribable desire.

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him: "Are you hungry again?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

Why say "again"?

Xuan Ji knew that his expression management must have failed and left a strange stereotype on others. He quickly tore his eyes off Sheng Lingyuan and forcibly suppressed his ups and downs.

"Yan...hehe," he couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he had to pull out a random chore to block his chest, "Where is Mr. Yan and the others?"

"I'm not dead, and I won't be able to break my promise in this little thing," Sheng Lingyuan asked to sit down the wooden chair and replied lazily, "Don't worry."

How to answer this?

Xuan Ji had no choice but to shut up in confusion and get out of bed and pour cold water for himself.

Special doctors may think that the thunder and fire system needs physical cooling, making the ward as cool as the morgue, and the drinking water is also blown coldly by the air conditioner. When they roll into their stomachs, Xuan Ji made a strong chill, sighed and woke up.

Those "memory" are intermittent and lacking key links. Until now, they cannot even have the cause and effect. When they are trapped in memory, Xuan Ji feels that he is the Demon Sword Spirit, and all the pain and pain are sank. Now he is far away from the bizarre and underwater tomb. He wakes up and falls back to the world. His reason for running away from home finally crawls back into his head like a turtle.

Xuan Ji thought that the evil fire he fired at His Majesty at the sea was unreasonable.

Sheng Lingyuan was originally a demon. Although he had not understood the difference between "demon" and "human demon", in terms of personal qualities, His Majesty, the "demon", is quite good among the demons.

He does not kill indiscriminately, pays great attention to maintaining public safety, and respects the confidentiality rules of the different control bureau - the confidentiality rules were set by himself at the beginning - the most commendable thing is that when his Mandarin is not at a high level, this person still insists on using civilized terms, which can be regarded as the "Three Good Devils".

He is the Emperor of Humanity. He is the duty of not saving the "non-human" like Zhichundao. He let the devil do good things. What does the people's police do? Besides, they had no choice but to curb the tricky devil in time and minimize the risk of Weiyu King escaping into the crowd. Only Zhichun breached the contract. Others were either due to personal feelings or political correctness, even if someone thought of this, no one dared to mention it. Sheng Lingyuan took on this role as a bad person for everyone without permission, which actually made people sigh. Although this matter is not convenient to be publicly grateful, he would be incompetent and shameless for complaining.

Xuan Ji was following the world and his personality was polished very well. When he calmed down and examined his heart-wrenching anger from an outsider, he soon realized that he was just affected by the sword spirit's "seeking but not getting it".

Because of greed, I have pathological expectations for others. This secret expectation has been a knife hanging in my heart since ancient times. If it falls empty, of course I will be sad.

But there is no medical insurance for sadness. After all, no one can blame others for this. What does Jian Ling’s feelings have to do with Sheng Lingyuan?

Although the Emperor Majesty was ruthless, not very good. But in those days when he was young, he had nothing to choose from for the sword spirit. Later, he was forced to the palace to break the sword by his ministers. His Majesty himself was also a victim. The Demon Sword was not what he wanted to smash, and he did not hide the entire birds - regardless of whether it was because the sword was not flexible enough and had no time to be "hidden", or because he was just a sword, His Majesty did not take him seriously... In short, it was not done. The old saying goes, "No matter how much the truth is, no one in the world is in the world."

The sword spirit was tortured by desire alone, and His Majesty was innocent. He just simply did not regret the sword spirit and did not owe him anything.

"I may be too immersed in the show." Xuan Ji swallowed the last sip of water, calmed down his mind quietly, and glanced at Sheng Lingyuan again.

The sword spirit in my memory is not old and is still a teenager. He has not been free for a minute. There is no other living thing in the world that is big, but only a Sheng Lingyuan. It is normal to be obsessed with it so much that he is ignorant of his qualities. Who hasn't been crazy when he was young?

In fact, if you calm down and think about it, you should stay away from people like His Majesty with Xuan Ji's personality. Although every hair of Sheng Lingyuan grows on his aesthetic point, then again, the luxury residential areas that he passes by every day on the bus have made him drool. He has never had any unreasonable thoughts, right? After all, he can't even afford the property fees.

No matter how much you appreciate it, you can’t afford it. There are so many beauties in the world, and you have a few palpitations. There is really no need to make a fuss like a teenager who is just beginning to fall in love.

"At that time on the sea, I drank too much sea breeze a little bit," Xuan Ji said to Sheng Lingyuan politely, "I am not right when it is not good. In fact, if it weren't for you, we all might have to leave it there today, and we have to thank you."

Sheng Lingyuan held his head with interest and stared at Xuan Ji.

After Dongchuan parted, he saw this little demon again and felt that he seemed to be reborn. If it weren't for the aura of the Fire Guardian, Sheng Lingyuan would have thought that this was another person.

"I have a relationship with the sword spirit, and it is not the business of others." Sheng Lingyuan said slowly, "As for the common man Wei Yu, I was originally what I wanted to kill, just by the way, you don't have to be polite."

"I still have to thank you," although Xuan Ji adjusted his mental state and looked at Sheng Lingyuan for more eyes, his palm still rubbed his pants intentionally or unintentionally, "And... cough, I vaguely felt that you sent me back at that time, that..."

Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyelids: "Then what are you going to thank? Are you going to build a temple for me to burn incense, or do you want to promise me?"

Xuan Ji slid his hand and almost rubbed his pants. Seeing that the old devil's face looked like a poppy-like smile, he reasonably suspected that the old devil heard his heartbeat and maliciously made fun of him.

So he quickly launched an emergency repair of his leaked heart defense project - he recited famous sayings such as "Cherish life and stay away from drugs" and "One person takes drugs, harms the whole family" several times in his heart, and then he squeezed out a smile on his face: "It's not possible to build a temple and burn incense, this is feudal superstition. As for whether I promise to give myself a promise, I have no objection anyway, I'm afraid that Your Majesty thinks I take advantage of you."

Fortunately, Sheng Lingyuan let him go and sat down slightly. His Majesty said: "It is also worth catching you. I ordered Chiyuan to be engraved by me, and the Vermilion Bird bone was carved by me. Since you are the spirit of the Vermilion Bird bone, guarding Chiyuan is also considered as doing things for me. If you don't do your tribe's achievements, you won't let you die just for the peace of Chiyuan."

Xuan Ji was stunned: "What?"

What bones? What spirit?

Isn't he...n't the Demon Sword Spirit?

Seeing that he looked like he couldn't find Bei, Sheng Lingyuan asked, "Why, you are confused all day long, don't you even know your own origin?"

Xuan Ji thought he knew five or six points of "come" and two or three points of "exit the pulse", and was not sure whether this was considered "knowing", so he responded vaguely: "Probably..."

Sheng Lingyuan asked again: "Then why do you call yourself a 'Fire Guardian'? Do you know what the Fire Guardian means?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

OK, I won't know the first question.

"Firekeeper" is the name of the sword spirits in Chiyuan. Daoyi said that he was "the 36th Fire Guardian, the leader of their clan". What exactly "Firekeeper" refers to? Daoyi and his senior Alzheimer couldn't understand, and Xuan Ji certainly didn't know.

Seeing that he was speechless, Sheng Lingyuan laughed and said, "I saw that you used the power of demon sealing to protect you very easily. I thought your clan had its own inheritance. Could it be that the inheritance has been incomplete over time?"

When Xuan Ji heard the "inheritance", he suddenly thought of something: "Wait a minute, Your Majesty, what kind of inheritance are you talking about?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "It seems you understand, it's right, it's your clan's 'wordless book'."

The word "inheritance" has two meanings in the special world. One is ordinary inheritance, such as "cultural inheritance", "faith inheritance", etc., which are passed down through oral teaching or classics and books.

In addition, there is also a special non-verbal "inheritance". According to legend, some special races in the past can directly pass on all their strength and memories to the next generation. This "inheritance" is also called "wordless book". At first glance, it seems to be a realistic version of "memory bread", which is a bit cool, but everything cannot be looked at on the surface. For example, this kind of memory inheritance will cause ethical problems - a person is created by the "past", and the memories in his mind are all from others. So even if the body is replaced, who should the soul be considered?

Therefore, those who use this inheritance are usually the case where the whole family is dead and only the only seedlings are left...

The whole family is dead, and only the only one remains - isn't that him himself!

Xuan Ji remembered that when he was in the Dongchuan Hotel, a scene flashed in front of him, who didn't know if it was an illusion or something - he faced the Chiyuan altar, knelt on the ground, apologized to his native sword, and said, "Two hundred and thirty-two years is almost the longest time, I can't walk anymore." Yunyun (note), and then there was a severe pain that was crushed to pieces.

He also thought about the lifespan of the longest-lived ancestor among his stone tablets. If what he saw at that time was the memory of the long-lived ancestor, then would these "memories" that have been dreaming about frequently recently belong to a certain ancestor?

So he is not a demon sword spirit three thousand years ago. Those inexplicable memories may be just a mysterious inheritance left by his ancestors.

Sheng Lingyuan: "If I guess correctly, every generation of Fire Guardians is destined to have no chance to meet the next generation, so your clan's secrets should be passed down by the 'wordless book'. But I see that you are confused, I am afraid that the wordless book will be broken over time."

It turns out... those "memories" are inherited by the wordless book.

Xuan Ji changed his mind quickly, and this could explain many things, much more reasonable than what he was from the magic sword three thousand years ago.

In any case, Xuan Ji breathed a sigh of relief when he knew that he was not the Demon Sword Spirit who had a deep grudge. As if he had removed the shackles of a thousand pounds, then he felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably mixed.

A thought flashed through his mind: Yes, it turned out to be self-indulgent.

"The wordless book is usually inherited from generation to generation. This is a bit special for your clan," Sheng Lingyuan's words pulled back Xuan Ji's attention. "What I will explain next is not only about your life and death, but you must listen carefully."

Your Majesty must be impatient to explain so much. Xuan Ji knew that the punctuation marks were the key points in this class today, so he quickly pressed the distracting thoughts that were in his heart and listened carefully.

"The fire guard is Chiyuan. I must first explain to you the origin and the origin of Chiyuan. Chiyuan is the source of demonic energy. Except for the seven orifices of the human race, all races can eat the power of Chiyuan to a greater or lesser extent. Therefore, in the second battle of Pingyuan, although the human race won tragically, the world is still unstable. Regardless of the remnants of the demon race, they are allies of the human race - a half-demon, a high mountain man, a witch man, etc. If they use Chiyuan to become bigger in the future, how can they not be determined to fight? The human race will be harmed at that time, and they will repeat the mistakes of the great melee. Where should this matter go? I have a disagreement with Dan Li."

Sheng Lingyuan's voice was gentle and low. Xuan Ji couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment. He remembered the night talk of the boy and the sword spirit in his dream. His heart aches, as if a fine needle was pierced into his flesh.

He quickly turned his head and turned on the lights in the ward, and then turned the temperature of the air conditioner to the lowest. The "buzzing" sound of the air conditioner became clear, and the incandescent lamps dispelled the old atmosphere. The electrical appliances representing the power of contemporary technology collectively brought out their presence, barely leaving his rationality in the 21st century.

Xuan Ji wiped his face: "Dan Li means to wipe out all these allies and eliminate future troubles forever, right? I think this is how he arranged the Witch Clan."

"First it is the Witch Clan, then the High Mountain Clan." Sheng Lingyuan nodded, "Wei Yu fell into that fate. His greed was one aspect, and naturally, he could not live without Dan Li's indulgence. I know all these things."

Xuan Ji kept his expression and drilled into his flesh again.

It turns out that the Demon Sword Spirit is a tool used by Dan Li to sow the relationship between the Emperor and King Weiyu, a victim of power.

Sheng Lingyuan continued: "The demon clan was severely damaged and fell into all directions. Three major human races - witches, high mountain people and shadow people - witches destroyed the clan. The high mountain people were lured to the realm of no return. Shadow people were unable to become a climate. Danli thought that it was a good opportunity to kill them all. The teacher made a life-long decision. I was too far away. In comparison, I was indeed a little whimsical."

Xuan Ji asked tentatively: "Do you... want to preserve species diversity?"

Sheng Lingyuan seemed to think his words were quite interesting, so he savored it for a while before continuing: "I want to suppress the earth's veins and block the Chiyuan. All things are born without any shortcoming and will find a way out."

Xuan Ji originally wanted to say that Dan Li was not just a bad view, but it was crazy. But before he could say it, he suddenly felt like he was hallucinating, and a familiar, hoarse male voice surged in his ears. The voice was sometimes far and sometimes near, saying: "The heaven and earth have their own power, and everything is busy, and it will not escape its fate. According to legend, in ancient times, there were several great disasters - the sky was tilted, the earth was sinking, the flood, the frozen earth was frozen, and the earth was frozen for thousands of miles. In each disaster, countless innate spiritual creatures disappeared, and new creatures were born in response to the disaster..."

Xuan Ji held the Laogong acupoint of his palm and pressed it hard. The hallucination suddenly disappeared, and only Sheng Lingyuan's voice was left in the ward.

"...The 'Great Decline' before the First Battle of Pingyuan is actually the prosperity of the human race and the beginning of the decline of other races. Tens of thousands of years later, the human race may also have a day of falling, and there are certain things in the dark. Decline is not a matter of a generation, it should have been a long and gentle process, but the demon king Jiushi rebelled against the heavens and killed the gods, forced the Chiyuan, released the power of earth fire, and made the demon race strong for a while, and burned out the luck of several generations. Together with the tribe, this is the destiny of heaven." Sheng

When Ling Yuan said the word "destiny", there seemed to be a sarcastic corner of his mouth, and he said, "There are yin and yang in this world, light and shadow, and spirit, and there will be demons. Dan Li warned me that forcibly suppressing Chiyuan would be like using a dam of sand and soil to block floods. No matter how strong the dam is, there will always be a day of collapse. I tried to use my human body to perform divine power, which is followed by Jiushunting. If I was too stubborn, there would be disasters in the future. He said this reasonably, and I have no way to refute it."

Xuan Ji looked at him with some surprise, but he didn't expect that Sheng Lingyuan would actually speak for Dan Li, and he seemed to be afraid that he would not understand, so he made some simple annotations.

What Emperor Wu did in his life was almost a complete set of "unfaithfulness, filial piety, unkindness and unrighteousness", but he still has fans and is still respected and feared by foreigners. It seems that it is not unreasonable. Just being able to convey the opinions of political enemies objectively and fairly to his younger generations means that he has been in charge of the universe for twenty years and can still listen to others' words.

Anyway, Xuan Ji actually heard the truth of Dan Li in his retelling.

From the perspective of contemporary people, "life is valuable and equal" is self-evident political correctness. Animals have animal protection organizations to fight for rights, let alone the non-human race who are as intelligent as humans? But if they put themselves in their shoes and return to the period of the great melee, Dan Li's approach seems to be understandable - they have just ended a protracted war, and their population has dropped sharply to one-tenth of the original, and the world is full of holes, and it has reached the boundary of life and death.

Chiyuan's power can penetrate into the bodies of every living creature other than the human race, healing and growing stronger for them, and preparing to take a breath to make a comeback. In the long run, this is simply a hopeless and suspenseless competition. The only opportunity for the human race is to take the opportunity to eliminate dissidents.

In the final analysis, the fall of the Divine Bird Clan and the loss of control of Chiyuan was caused by the greedy demon clan. What are the sins of mortals?

Xuan Ji: "Since you have no way to refute it, have you listened to your advice?"

"There is no way to refute, I have to not refute." Sheng Lingyuan casually opened a long strand of falling hair and smiled. Xuan Ji smiled. "In the fourth year of Qizheng, I was as Danli wished, and I attacked Wei Yu, and then went south to personally fight. On the way to the south, I exchanged identities with the Tongxin Grass Doll, and the doll substitute me to go down to the high mountain, and killed all the royal clans of the mountains. My true body turned around and returned to Beijing, cooperated with the Ningwang, and dismissed the imperial ranks, and slaughtered the imperial ranks, and killed hundreds and thirty civil and military officials for the crime of treason and thirty disasters for the crime of treason and tribes. From then on, I killed Danli and ordered people to collect thirty-six Vermilion Bird bones, burn talismans, make seals, set up a large formation of Vermilion Bird bones, cut off the Chiyuan veins. The New Year's Eve ceremony was completed in the sixth year. Twenty-five years later, the remaining heat of the Chiyuan was exhausted and the fire was extinguished."

Xuan Ji: "..."
To be continued...