Chapter 71:

Xuan Yuan was busy. He stretched his legs and opened the study door with his feet. His hands did not leave the keyboard. He kicked out a pair of slippers to say hello to the king, and then asked in the background sound of "Kaka". Then the question comes, how did Zhang Zhao know? "
Facing this kind of torture of the soul, Wang Ze couldn't answer, so Gu Gu said, "I can't bear it all alone ... Director Xuan, aren't you on vacation, what are you doing?"
"Private work, earn some extra money, you sit first," Xuan Yuan said without looking back, "I will pour water for you after I finish writing this paragraph."
At this time, although their family had more than one living creature, the appearance fee of that one was too high, and Xuan Ye did not dare to work for him.
Sheng Lingyuan opened the door with his hands. For him, it was a bit of a force and ignored him. He poured his own tea and sat down on the balcony next to the little table. He seemed to be playing chess, no matter what stuff came in the house. He has nothing to do with it.
Wang Ze glanced at his chessboard with a probe, and saw nothing but "this is not a game of backgammon."
The chessboard is of a log color, and the soft cotton home clothes of Sheng Lingyuan are also of a log color. He slightly rolled his sleeves. His whole body seems to have a mute effect. Even the small wind on the balcony doesn't seem to bother him.
Wang Ze held his breath subconsciously, erected a pair of toes, and slipped to the study.
With a close look, I saw Xuan Ye writing an article entitled "Exploring Ancient Feng Shui", which is actually a marketing soft text for real estate advertising.
The article quotes the classics and vividly packs a new real estate with poor location, rotten layout, and only ridiculously high prices. After reading, it makes people feel that they are not buying a small broken house in a remote suburb, but a house that can The big dragon vein of the descendants of the shadow ... Although the property right of the "dragon vein" is only seventy years.
Director Xuan, there is really no money now.
He joined the company for a month, reimbursed a pair of mobile phones, a few clothes, and a sword. The last loss was too great to be measured in currency ... and he had harvested and adopted the ancient next generation. He had no rights and was only an obligation.
In fact, Sheng Lingyuan has already turned the valley early. It is not necessary to eat and drink. Just taste it. There is no pull down. It does not affect him. It is enough to prepare two pieces for him to change clothes. Anyway, he will wear it. It costs a bit to send water, but fortunately, Sheng Lingyuan does not pick it. The one with more than ten or twenty dollars is enough for him to use it for a while. Most of the time, he was quiet, so quiet that Xuan Yuan had to open a door slit in the study and stare at the person all the time to make sure the person was still there.
According to conscience, His Majesty's energy saving and environmental protection are also cost-effective and cost-effective.
But I do n’t know why. Since he came, Xuan Yuan feels that the RMB is more expensive than the toilet paper in the college boy ’s bedroom—cheap takeaway and junk food are never called. When I go to the supermarket, my legs are the same as my own thoughts. Heading to the "organic food zone", when I saw imported fruits from afar, I subconsciously took a few boxes.
The fruit that comes by plane is not necessarily delicious than the "indigenous", but it is only because the air ticket money is reimbursed in the unit price, so the price is particularly noble, but foreign-made things, he must have not eaten at the thought of Sheng Lingyuan. Can't help but buy.
What he likes, dislikes, and what he finds fresh ... Xuan Yan hates that he can't compress the world into a compressed package, and stuffed it into Sheng Lingyuan.
As long as Sheng Lingyuan occasionally gives a little response, whether it is positive or negative, whether it is "good" or "you younger generations have pits in their brains", Xuan Yuan's mind can be heated and place more orders.
Swipe the card for a while and pay back the crematorium.
The education in the law popularization videos is correct, away from poison, away from gambling, and away from Sheng Lingyuan.
At this moment, Xuan Ye ’s phone vibrated. He still held the mouse in his right hand and was busy inserting pictures into his nonsense. He picked up the phone with his left hand and gave it a glance. After watching it for a while, he reacted. Come here, wait-it just seemed to be a reminder of salary card account changes.
"Oh, I've been paid," Wang Ze next glanced at his mobile phone, "Yes, our headquarters pays on the 18th every month."
Xuan Yuan came back, grabbed his cell phone, stared at the balance for ten seconds, and then he uttered a "ha", his back spine was relaxed, and he patted the notebook with one leg and jumped up with one leg. Wang Ze's shoulder: "Go, drink tea or coffee? I just bought a bag of Guixia."
Wang Ze: "Aren't you finished yet?"
Xuan Yuan's tail was tilted, as if he wanted to open a screen on the spot, and his wealthy hand waved wildly: "Culture, it doesn't matter. Money can never be made."
Then, he opened another online shop and bought one.
Wang Ze: "..."
Earnings are inexhaustible, but I feel that the difficulty factor is not high.
"What did you just say? The Yan team is coming?"
"Ah, yes," Wang Ze said, "the Yan team should already be on the road."
"Why hurt so much, why not spend more time in Yuyang?"
"Yuyang has insufficient staff. The General Administration was afraid of an accident and sent two field teams to Yuyang to protect him," Wang Ze reminded him. "The Yan team had contact with the people behind the gloomy sacrifice."
Xuan Yuan asked: "What about the other suspects?"
Wang Ze took the coffee, and violently exchanged a spoonful of milk powder and two bags of sugar: "The snake skin is fleeing, the blind man 'Silver Wing' now says nothing and the puppet girl is 'dead'.
"died?"
"No, don't get me wrong, it's not that we are torture the confession. It was originally a dead wood carving. It can be said that it was moved by someone remotely. This is all the old trick of Jade--as long as they are inconvenient to show up. People who are inconvenient to see, the mother-in-law will send her men to remotely control such a thing. In case of an accident or being caught, they will cut off the contact and push two or six. Anyway, there is no writing on the puppet. Their names. "
Xuan Yuan nodded-it is said that Yan Qiushan had personally met with her mother-in-law. As long as he was alive, mother-in-law did not want to get rid of the relationship. He broke into the enemy for three years, and now there are too many people who want his life.
Wang Ze sighed: "I really did not expect that he would do this step after leaving the foreign control bureau. With such a boss, I can give him a lifelong follower."
Xuan Yuan didn't look at Sheng Lingyuan, but the brewed coffee was held by two coins. He flew over the balcony steadily: "Who stole Zhichun, is there a clue?"
Wang Ze shook his head: "Now I'm sure I can't find anything, I can only push back-what do the people who stole Zhichun's fragments want? What happened suddenly in the past two days? Maybe Zhichun's fragments were stolen. Maybe it's not a bad thing. , You think, if that piece is useless, what did they steal from him? Would you say the other party knows something? "
Sheng Lingyuan took the coffee and set it aside-he didn't drink this, but felt it smelled good, so he placed it beside the chessboard as a censer, and couldn't help laughing.
These juniors haven't given up yet. Not to mention that the alchemist's secret method of alpine people has been lost for many years, even if the master Weiyun of that year was alive, he could not get a knife that had been broken for three years.
"So Director Xuan, you're right! Zhichun is special. Someone stole it, which shows that we still have a chance to repair it!" Wang Ze turned his head and looked for support everywhere, "Sword brother, do you think so?"
Sheng Lingyuan never tells people some bad advice because of "for your own good". In general, he doesn't care if others are dead or stupid. He only cares about how to coax the other party to be dominated by himself, so Very good at picking good words.
He thought, "What dream?"
There was no sarcasm on his face, and he smiled at Wang Ze with a chess piece: "Indeed, I hope God can live up to his lover."
When Xuan Ye heard it, he knew that he was talking about irony. His Majesty felt that the offspring of the carp had limited intelligence, and he was perfunctory.
"Are you listening to him or to me?" Xuan Yuan said impatiently and regained Wang Ze's sight. "Look here."
Wang Ze hastily sat upright, and put on his ears and listened respectfully.
"I know a little bit about alchemists' alchemy method," said Xuan Yuan. "There are two major elements to the achievement of the spirit of the instrument, one is the body, and the other is the soul of the adult device. Twenty-three, and the creature's creatures are equivalent to another twenty-three. "
Xuan Yuan couldn't help but glance at Sheng Lingyuan—expectantly, afraid that Sheng Lingyuan would hear something, and wanted to remind him.
Who knew that Sheng Lingyuan had no response at all, and turned his attention to the chessboard with a lack of interest, too lazy to listen to what they said.
There seemed to be a hole in Xuan Yuan's heart. For a moment, his mind suddenly split a fork, thinking that His Majesty and the Heavenly Magic Sword were different.
From the moment he opened his eyes, the sky magic sword was trapped in the sword, and then he got out of trouble. He was born and dead and trapped in Akibuchien for three thousand years. He is obsessed, pinned, and uniquely unforgettable ... but what about Sheng Lingyuan?
After all, the Sky Sword only participated in the first half of his life.
Objectively speaking, although the first half of Sheng Lingyuan's life was also magnificent, after all, his young age pushed him to the throne with the flood of countless hands and destiny. Just meeting their expectations has already left the bewildered teenager tired. In contrast, the second half of his life as Emperor Wudi was when he truly revealed his will. At that time, his political opinions and wrists were becoming more mature, and he did not get involved in conspiracies and conspiracies. He seized power and seized life and death.
There are too many people and too many wonderful things around him. Compared to a broken sword, will it look like an appendix to him?
It may hurt for a while, but when I turn my head and get used to it, I find that it is actually quite good.
After all, the demon king is dead. What good is a sultry magic sword to the Lord?
After listening to half of it, Wang Ze found that he suddenly got stuck and became a dog in a hurry. Wang said, "So? Director Xuan, you go on!"
Xuan Yuan came back to God, holding the porcelain cup tightly, and lowered his eyes and said, "These two conditions are indispensable, so if I think Dao Ling is still alive for some reason, I will start from Start with this idea. "
Wang Ze: "Gather the fragments of the sword first. How can the" spiritual "part of the refining machine be done?"
"Ancient Gaoshan people believe that 'blood' and 'bone' are the key to the living spirit refining device, so I think it is necessary to first confirm what the living spirit is, and then find the blood closest to him. The spirit may have a chance to return to the body. "
Sheng Lingyuan thought that this little demon would say something insightful. Hearing this, it was completely determined that they were just whimsical.
That little demon is still full of "nothing new under the sun"-if the collector body and the so-called "bone blood" can be re-refined, so many masters of the Gaoshan family could not have thought of it before?
Just he's smart.
But these things, which were considered "common sense" three thousand years ago, were so bad that they were enough to confuse Wang Ze's "bottom carp".
"My mother, it's no wonder that it is a set of handwritten soft texts for people to use as guns," he rubbed his hands excitedly. "Director Xuan, what family background do you have, and your knowledge is too broad!"
Sheng Lingyuan blocked his smile with a tea cup.
Xuan Yuan Yuguang glanced and coughed, stopping the pharaoh's embarrassing blow: "Wide and wide, don't lose sight, shame."
Wang Ze didn't care about losing or shame: "If it can be determined that Zhichun is a knife made by the mountain prince with more than a hundred dead children, then the 'bone' will be there. ? "
Xuan Yuan reminded: "The Gaoshan people should have descendants. If Zhichun is the ancestor of the Yan team, he may have Gaoshan blood."
"Properly," Wang Ze patted his thigh, "the sword body is left. There is a piece of Zhichun from the Yan team. When he destroyed the sword body, he secretly left it. The person who counted it was Director Xiao, knowing that there was no blade. I opened one eye and closed one eye ... but there was only a small piece of debris, wasn't it enough? "
Xuan Yuan thought about it: "You can ask him to take a look at it, there will be some special induction between the swords. If there is still the breath of Zhichun on that fragment, the sword spirit may be able to feel it."
"The courage is not small," Sheng Lingyuan paused, thinking, "Dare to provoke me to scream."
"Then I'll pick up the Yan team!" Wang Ze took it for granted that the "Sword Spirit" was Sheng Lingyuan, jumped anxiously, and turned to Sheng Lingyuan and said, "Sword brother, please, please, if this thing can Success, we will all be your brothers in the future! "
Sheng Lingyuan said to his heart, "It's waived.
Wang Ze drank his coffee-sweetened sugary water in one sip, wiped his mouth "ha", and ran away like a tsunami.
"I just ... use you as a guise," Xuan Yuan waited for Wang Ze to launch himself before they reacted. They both misunderstood, and explained to Sheng Lingyuan dryly, "I was originally a fire, 'Zu Shang' collected I have had some secrets related to Qi Ling, you can try it, don't want to explain to them nonsense, so ... "
Sheng Lingyuan: "Well, your family ancestors have studied the alchemy method of Gaoshan people."
"No ..." Xuan Yuan paused. "Wait, is this ironic?"
Sheng Lingyuan shook his head: "Who told you that you can repair the sword by refining the device?"
Xuan Yuan: "Assuming Dao Ling is alive ..."
"The moment when Blade Spirit leaves the blade, it is not 'live'."
"But Zhichun's sword was destroyed for three years, and the gloomy ritual can be completed after three years ..."
Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand to interrupt his words: "That's because Weiyun's last batch of swords were special, and Zhichun has other swords besides the original body. Weiyun is 'Tian Ear', which is the masterpiece of the alpine man's craftsmanship Or, the last 108 swords are his concentric relics. Do you think that you can understand the key points here? How many half-barrels of water can you understand? Or do you think that Zhichun is lucky and can still be lucky after being backwashed by the gloomy sacrifices. Round two?"
Sheng Lingyuan always felt that the little demon face of Xuanyuan was enthusiastic and cold, and he was very rational in his life, but this time somehow, he didn't do the business, and had to believe with the big silly carp that a residual knife can recover.
If he wasn't evil, it would be ulterior motives.
Sheng Lingyuan sighed and kindly pointed out: "I know Yan Qiushan is the key witness. You want to give him a little hope, so he hangs him to fix Zhichun so that he can use it for your bureau. But this method is really not smart. , Aren't you afraid that he finally found himself busy in vain, but was resentful? "
Xuan Yuan: "..."
Do these power seekers feel that the whole world has ulterior motives?
"Friendship reminder," Sheng Lingyuan learned the words on TV, closed the chessboard, and prepared to change a pot of tea. "Let's plan ahead."
"Slow, Your Majesty," Xuan Yuan said, his head was hot, and he blurted out. "That day at sea, the King of the Mountains said that you once had a sword, but it was broken."
When he said this, he felt that the surrounding air had solidified and pierced his eardrums word by word, causing pain.
"do you have……"
Have you tried to fix him like we did?
Do you have any ...
"You said Heaven Sword," Sheng Lingyuan paused slightly, facing away from Xuan Yuan, his tone didn't seem to change.
Xuan Yuan's chest seemed to be missing a hole.
"Fixed, after all, Wang Weiyu held Weiyun with me, no need to use it in vain, but it didn't work." Sheng Lingyuan said, "Weiyun will not work, I advise you not to think too much. Little demon ..."
Xuan Yuan could not bear to interrupt him: "I have a name and a surname, not‘ little demon ’. Thank you.

"Xuan Ling," Sheng Lingyuan gave him a glance, changed his mouth from good to good, and said indifferently, "It's nothing more than a name, anyway, your name is not true, and I don't know where to go."
Xuan Yuan's hands clasped to his side were fastened.
"I don't want to be called" Tong ". It sounds like 'Little Red'. This is the name of the little girl! Which unlucky thing carved me a sword name?" Tian Mo Jian had been looking forward to his name for a long time. Out of the scabbard, she saw the frustration behind her sword, screamed, and made a noise, "No prestige at all! You must not call me this!"
The young man cherished the sword body preciously, his expression was restrained and heavy, but his eyes were full of smiles.
"Don't pick it up," he said to his soul-savvy sword. "You are a red-haired chicken. What do you want? If you don't want me to be called" red-haired ", then I will be like before, then You're a "chick". "2k novel reading network