One of the four great things about life is to meet an old friend in a foreign land. In Duojiao's mind, Yi Shaocheng and Wuya are the two she is most familiar with, filling the whole of her life. But all of this suddenly disappeared one day ten years ago. Just like a dream, when she woke up, she realized that Yi Shaocheng and Wuya were both dreams, and the cold reality was just cold. The towering palace was the guardian of the dark iron guards.

"Wuya... Senior Brother... Finally saw you, saw you, saw you..."

Duojiao muttered repeatedly and vented until a long time later, she raised her head to wipe away her tears and looked up at Wuya.

Wuya under the moonlight is much more burly than several years ago.

But what remains unchanged is his angular and hard face, rough eyebrows, dark and transparent eyes, and dark red hair. Perhaps because he didn't know anything, his clothes were messy, and the strips of cloth wrapped in various clothes and pants, casually wrapped around his whole body, and exuded a strange smell of dust.

"Senior Brother." Duojiao held Wuya's hand, looked at his eyes, and his throat squirmed, as if it was extremely difficult, but he finally spoke: "Do you know where Yi Shaocheng... is Daddy?"

After several years of indirect interactions with humans, Wuya has been able to understand Duojiao's meaning.

But his expression was still a problem, and it was still a big problem. After he tried his best to make Duojiao understand that his father was heading to the big man.

"Sure enough, it's almost the same as what Qinghai Yi said. He went to the east. Back then, he must have rushed back from Yongyuan Imperial City and was separated from Wuya here."

A complex feeling emerged in my heart again, and Duojiao's eyes also looked to the east.

...

In the quiet palace, the green smoke curled in the bronze incense burner of the four-clawed snake.

"How is Shaoli's practice closest to?" The woman's cold voice rang out, echoing in the palace.

Looking in the sound, I saw five old men in civilian clothes standing beside His Highness.

These old men seemed to have hair, eyebrows, beards, but their bodies were straight, their eyes were full of brilliance, their temples were slightly bulging, and their faces were rosy. Just standing there, the whole body showed a murderous aura of golden swords and iron horses. Ordinary people couldn't help but feel awe when they saw it.

However, compared with the stunning woman at the top of the hall, this momentum is far-fetched.

This woman is no one else, but Princess Yanzhu. But this title is not accurate, because after the death of King Dian, she was the highest ruler of the entire Dian Kingdom - the Grand Chief of the Dian Kingdom, and the Regent. Time is like a wash, but she cannot wash away her elegant and light but also exudes a breath of fire, as if she was a majestic goddess born from the flames.

The indifferent gaze made the strong respect the weak and the weak respect the gods - this is Princess Yanzhu.

"Your Highness, your highness is of great qualifications and often prepares medicine and bathes. In just seven days, you have reached the third-grade master."

"Yeah." Yan Zhu responded and stopped talking. A needle fell from the hall could be heard.

This is not a big deal, but the invisible pressure emitted in it made these old men feel as heavy as Mount Tai, and a layer of fine sweat can't help but appear on their foreheads.

There was no other reason. They were afraid that the princess would be dissatisfied with this result, so they reported it in detail.

Martial arts practice are divided into nine levels. After the nine levels, they are masters. The masters are divided into nine levels, and the first level is the highest. When they pass the first level, they are king realm. And they are only half a step ahead of the king.

It is common sense that the more you go, the harder it is, but it is even more difficult after passing the fifth level.

The last third grade, one grade and one grade, they all reached the sky. When they were young, they were all qualified, had excellent family backgrounds, and had good opportunities. They reached the first grade of Grandmaster, but in the next few decades, they worked hard to achieve the kingdom and became the master of martial arts, and only stepped into it with half of their feet.

"If he can be promoted to the first rank before the end of the year, then I will take you to my Tongquetai Library in person and refer to books in the King's Realm."

Yanzhu waved his hand, and the old men quickly breathed a sigh of relief and left the palace with excitement on their faces.

Yanzhu did not stop and rested, picked up a stack of memorials on the table and read it.

At this time, a beautiful female guard in silver armor came to report that she was one of the commanders of the Dragon Sagittarius Legion and the personal bodyguard of Princess Yanzhu - Longxi.

"Your Highness, all the memorials from recent days have been delivered to the two high men Shaoli and Duojiao. In addition, His Highness Duojiao has been very close to the savage he brought back these days, and the witches of the Holy Sect are also very close to the care of them."

Yan Zhu thought deeply, and after a long time, he said to Long Xi: "It's okay! Continue to pay attention to her every move and pay more attention to Qinghai Yi of the Holy Church."

"Subordinate to obey the order!"

...

"Your Highness Sheng'an." An old man with a Han Chinese appearance came to the study and worshiped respectfully.

There were convolutional memorials piled on the desk. Duojiao raised it from the pile of books. When she saw the old man, she quickly got up and invited him to the seat, poured a cup of hot tea himself, which made the old man flattered.

"You are polite, you don't have to do this."

"Oh, Your Highness doesn't have to do this. I am just a bad old man. I was robbed by the Han people in business fifteen years ago, and my wife and children were killed. Then I was left to the Dian Kingdom. If it weren't for the kindness of Your Highness five years ago, my old bone would have been rotten long ago." The old man sighed while stroking his beard and sighed, and his eyebrows were quite complicated.

Since then, he has vowed to assist the child, but gradually forgets that he is a Han man.

After a greeting, Duojiao asked quickly: "Sir Wen, how about my senior brother?"

The old man looked at Duojiao's expectant eyes and suddenly smiled, shook his head and said, "Your Highness's senior brother must have been away from the crowd since he was a child. Now he only needs to communicate more with others. However, he seems to be not here. I say something that should not be said, and Your Highness should not force him too much. As for other aspects, I will do my best and the child is also very attentive."

"Well...then thank you Lord Wen." Duojiao bowed and quickly scared the old man and left.

Duojiao didn't know what she was thinking, but she was stunned for a moment and turned her eyes away from the study room and came outside a courtyard in the palace.

She quietly approached the door of Weihe and looked inside, and saw a young man with a tiger back and a bear-waisted waist practicing marksmanship. This person was nothing but Wuya who was brought back by Duojiao.

Because the food in the palace was excellent, Wuya is now more majestic than before. After returning, Duojiao asked someone to take care of him. The original worn-out clothes were replaced with a blue cloth robe, and his long dark red hair was tied up. After the thick eyebrows were trimmed, they looked like two sharp swords that were rising.

Wuya's body flew, fierce and powerful, galloped rapidly, and his marksmanship was fierce, like a fierce and decisive battle tiger.

There is no doubt that Wuya practiced the gun technique taught by Yi Shaocheng - the Dragon Spear Technique!

Duojiao looked outside the door, and for some reason she felt extremely peaceful. At this moment, she felt that she and him were the only ones left in the whole world.

As she looked at it, Wuya's appearance became blurred in her eyes and slowly turned into Yi Shaocheng's appearance. She couldn't help but push the door open, her eyes dazed, until she found someone behind her who was stabbing back in front of her, she didn't notice it. In her eyes, "Yi Shaocheng" was covered in sweat at this time, with a smile on her face. She picked up a handkerchief and wiped his sweat as if she was a child.

...

When Wuya saw the junior sister coming, he didn't know how to express his excitement, but he had a kind smile on his face, which was enough to prove his mood at this moment.

Duojiao picked up the handkerchief and presented it to her face.

He knew that this was called a handkerchief and was used to wipe sweat, so he grabbed it and touched it on his face, stuffing it back into the little junior sister's hand.

The handkerchief was pulled away at once, which made Duojiao wake up instantly. She found that the person who was smirking in front of her was still Wuya, not Yi Shaocheng, and countless bitterness surged in her heart.

Duojiao's face suddenly turned cold and she gently patted Wuya's hand.

Wuya suddenly became a little frightened.

"Senior brother, in the future, if someone handes you something or does something good to you, you must say thank you. Do you understand?"

Duojiao's hope was soon dashed. Wuya could not immediately understand the meaning of Duojiao's words, but just stood blankly.

Even if you say thank you for this simplest word, Wuya hasn't learned it yet.
Chapter completed!