Dian King Palace.

It was late at night, and everything was silent. Occasionally, the wind blew, stirring the lights under the dark and deep palace curtains.

In the study, the lights were stirred by the breeze and trembled for a while, and the room became light and dark.

As the fire light fades, candle seedlings jump, and the fire light sets off the girl with a peerless face.

Her skin is like the whitest jade in the world. She uses cinnabar on her forehead to apply a little red heart, and looks like a banished immortal and looks like a beautiful moon. But for some reason, there is a trace of sorrow in her beautiful eyes, which makes people feel sad after seeing it.

This is Duojiao, which shows that a red headband is tied to the hair bun, with a hint of elegant exotic style.

At this moment, with his eyes closed, he raised his fingers in front of him, as if waiting for something.

“Du.”

As the sound fell, the ancient ring on the girl's index finger lit and darkened. The dark green flames lit up from the fingertips at the same time when the ring was darkened and turned into a thick cluster. In the flames, a mysterious symbol appeared and disappeared. If you look closely, it would not be difficult to find that this symbol is exactly the same as the symbol on the girl's index finger ring.

The girl was not surprised at the appearance of this magical scene, as if she should have been. With a flash, the dark green flame wrapped in the symbol shot on the lamppost three meters away.

Suddenly, the lamppost was wrapped in fire, and finally turned into a trace of smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye and dissipated, without even a trace of copper slag.

After doing all this, the girl didn't say anything and turned to look at the desk beside her.

At the desk, Qinghai Yi's eyes flashed after looking at it, and she was moved by her always coldness.

This flame is a witchcraft, and witchcraft is a symbol of the identity of wizards. The color of witchcraft symbolizes whether the souls of wizards are powerful. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the soul, and the higher the power of witchcraft. Take this witchcraft for example. The most common witchcraft is just that, it can best reflect the soul strength of wizards.

The Dian Kingdom Witch Cult believes that human souls are invisible and colorless at first, but if they are practiced, the souls will continue to become stronger layer by layer, and even undergo qualitative changes.

The first layer turns white, then gray, ink, blue, purple, orange, and red.

After reaching the corresponding realm, the wizards of the witchcraft can wear wizard robes of the corresponding color. This is a symbol of strength, a symbol of identity, and a supreme glory.

The ink color is not black, but dark green. The corresponding robe is not called a dark green robe, but should be called an ink robe.

It is obvious that the girl is qualified to wear an ink robe. The wizards of the Dian Kingdom who can wear this ink robe are all over fifty-year-old, and the girl is only 28 years old.

"Ten years, in just ten years, you have achieved such an achievement, and it is hard for you." Qinghai Yi said softly, his eyes falling on Duojiao's face again. Over the years, she has been able to feel a hidden power in Duojiao's heart, and this is an indescribable endurance. Perhaps, even though there are ten thousand kinds of pain in the world, she is suffering the most tormented one.

Thinking of this, even Qinghai Yi felt a little distressed about the girl.

"Ten years..." The girl also murmured. She didn't expect that ten years had passed in a blink of an eye.

Ten years passed, and I thought it was difficult to endure, but I didn't expect it to be a blink of an eye. It was like yesterday. In a trance, she returned to the bank of the Frosy River. At that time, the blood was flooding with snow and the fire was reflected in the sky. Then she seemed to see a person. The man's callous big hands gently stroked his long hair, his broad shoulders were covered with snowflakes, his sword-like brows were covered with cold white floss, his calm face was filled with gentle smiles, and his clear and determined eyes stared at him...

That's right, she is the girl named Duojiao ten years ago.

Her eyes were slightly wet. Ten years later, the appearance of that person was gradually becoming blurred in her impression as time washed away.

She looked at Qinghai Yi calmly, the woman who had taught her for ten years - a woman who had been dealing with her for ten years.

"Qinghai Yi, Master, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Qinghai Yi was stunned, Nuoyan, what Nuoyan? When he looked at Duojiao's face again, his cold eyes immediately reminded her of something. That was when he first came ten years ago, the little girl refused to learn anything. She saw through the little girl's thoughts of her father, so she said to her: "You are just thinking about him. So how about we make a deal? As long as you are willing to learn, when will you be qualified to wear an ink robe? Then I will tell you his trace."

"Haha, that's it..." Looking at the girl's aggressive gaze, Qinghai Yi smiled rarely, spread his hands and said, "I don't know."

She also needs to practice, and she has important things to do, so where can I get the time to check the whereabouts of that person? However, when she thought of Yi Shaocheng, she felt a sense of shyness in her heart.

At this moment, the girl's face was stunned.

But without waiting for her to remind her, Qinghai Yi said again: "How could I know that of course I lied to you."

Before the girl's face became angry, Qinghai Yi patted the baby's apprentice's shoulder and said gently: "Next, you can practice with peace of mind. Master will have to go into seclusion, which means you will not see Master in the next three months. Don't think of Master, and don't tell anyone about your cultivation."

Even before the girl could slapp her hand off, Qinghai Yi left like the wind.

How many decades did she have for this lie? She wasted ten years!

Duojiao lay on the desk, feeling bitter and painful in her heart, and it felt so bad. The longing that she suppressed by constantly practicing and squeezing herself was instantly turned into tears and was out of control.

The sobs of Sisuo echoed lonely in the palace late at night.

She once thought with hope that once she got the news in ten years, she could immediately find her father, senior brother Wuya, and find the person she was thinking about day and night.

Then reunite, and then in the next moment, all hope and belief collapse.

With a fierce wave of his hand, the surrounding bronze lamp posts suddenly lit up into ashes in the blue flames that ignited in an instant, and the room also fell into silence and darkness after the sudden blue light.

...

The pain comes and goes quickly, which is an important thing Duojiao learned in the deep palace.

After sorting out his emotions, Duojiao changed her clothes, put on her cloak and walked towards the door.

As soon as he left the house, a voice appeared behind him: "Your Highness, where are you going?"

Duojiao was stunned. When she looked back, she saw a woman in a blue robe looking at her.

"Who are you……"

"Xiyun, senior sister, please let me protect you." Xiyun said quickly.

Then her eyes swept over Duojiao, and her eyes were disdainful. As the junior sister of Qinghai Yi, she has a very high status in the Witch Sect. Even if she does not have this identity, with her green witch robe on her body, she has a very noble identity in the entire Dian Kingdom.

Unexpectedly, I have to be the guard and thug of this little girl now.

But, after all, if you lose a bet, you have to fulfill your bet, right?

"If I had known that my senior sister was so powerful, I would not have stopped her and fought and made a bet. Alas, over the years, I have been improving. My senior sister's cultivation cannot be ten years ago. Am I stupid?" Xiyun was always upset about this matter.

"It turns out that it's uncle. I'm going to go to the imperial garden to relax. Can uncle accompany me?" Duo smiled and said.

Xiyun nodded, and followed without saying a word.

She naturally didn't interest such boring things, but who said this girl is very important to both the Witch Sect and the Senior Sister, so she must not make any mistakes. Moreover, when she left just now, she repeatedly told her to make a promise, but she impatiently made a promise.

...

The Queen had always loved to plant flowers, so the King of Dian prepared a sea of ​​flowers for the Queen.

Therefore, the sea of ​​flowers in the imperial garden is particularly large, but the sea of ​​flowers is large in the middle of the night. In a while, Duojiao lost trace in the sea of ​​flowers. At first, Xiyun didn't care, but after half a cup of tea, she realized something was wrong. After shouting twice, she didn't get any response. She said something bad, so she started looking for it in the imperial garden. However, this search was fruitless.

"Yanzhu! You are so brave!" This was the first culprit that Xiyun thought of after sweating all over.

Princess Yanzhu was a princess back then. After the death of King Dian, she was the regent who monopolized the power of life and death in one thought. She thought that no one except Xiyun would dare to yell like this. When she shouted, the surrounding palace maids and guards were immediately frightened and silent.

But before she finished complaining with anger, a message came from the palace, saying that the princess was riding out before a cup of tea. Suddenly, Xiyun, who felt that her mind was insulted by a little girl, looked at each other with her head lowered and her face turned red.

She snorted coldly, shook her robe and left.

"Little girl, don't come back if you have sex."

...

Duojiao really doesn't want to stay here, after all, that's not her home.

In her heart, there is only one place that can be called home, and she secretly came out this time to find this place that appeared countless times in her dreams but gradually became blurred.

With my memory, I quickly arrived at the riverside town. It was noon a few days later. From afar, I could see the shimmering waves on the river bank, and the dark green grass was like a natural gauze tent. On the riverside, the aunts and aunts were washing clothes and chatting about family matters. Through a link of a field, the town rebuilt under the ruins was just like ten years ago: the elderly were smoking dry tobacco, the children were playing, and a few ink-feathered ducks were quacking.

only……

"Things are different."

Duojiao was not happy. A trace of sadness came from the heavy snow when she was a child. The memories that grew from her heart but were just unwilling to be poured out. Ten years ago, on the banks of the Nanyuan River, snow flew thousands of miles, firelight reflected the sky, and parted with Yi Shaocheng... This became an unforgettable memory for Duojiao to have a lifetime.

Tears rolled down on the cheeks.

She turned her horse's head and couldn't wait to rush to her four-corner building, wanting to see where she spent time with her father in those years, where she was her real home.

"It's okay." Duojiao looked at the Sijiao Tower in front of her and patted her chest. A sense of gratitude arose for some reason.

The Sijiao Building is still the same as before, with little change, but ten years have left its walls covered with vines, the steps in front of the door, and the eaves of the rubble and eaves are covered with weeds and moss.

"Huh?" When Duojiao's eyes fell on the old tree in front of the door, she was shocked to find that the tree was full of countless signs.

Why did your own tree become a prayer tree?

Just when she was a little funny, a hunchbacked old man walked up to her and said, "Girl, you'd better stay away from this house."

"Hmm?" Duojiao was puzzled.

The old man said anxiously: "Here, haunted!"

"Ghost?" Duojiao's face became even more confused.

"That's right? I heard that a fire occurred ten years ago, and the whole village was burned to death. Only the four-corner building was preserved. Some people said that they heard the whimpering sounds, and I had heard them before. This must be the unjust souls of the villagers who were burned to death. Girl, I see that you are kind-hearted, so hurry up and stay away from this unclean place. The unjust souls are unclean. I like you the most." After saying that, the old man threw a wooden sign carved with strange talismans and hurriedly left with a bad look on his face.

A red rope is tied to the wooden sign. When it falls, the red rope is naturally wrapped around the branches, becoming one of the many wooden signs.

It turns out that this is not a prayer tree, it has been arranged into an evil-relieving tree.
Chapter completed!