The little boy who called himself Jin was extremely fast, turning into a cloud of white light, and swept Bai Twelve and Zhixi to a flat ground. As soon as he landed, he turned around suddenly, threw himself into Bai Twelve's arms and hugged her tightly: "Welcome home!"

The voice is crisp, with a childish and wet tail note.

"Home?"

Bai Twelve raised his head slightly, feeling a warm wind blowing from the front, he could smell the aroma of grilled fish, and he could hear a faint noise, like the lively sound of the city market that could be heard standing outside the city.

Unfortunately, she couldn't see it.

They were standing under a very high gate, and the walls were made of bluestone bricks. The sunlight shone obliquely on the castle tower, illuminating the light moss on the green bricks. The patrol soldiers on the lookout are handing over their posts, and the sound of axes hitting stone bricks is particularly crisp and pleasant. Although no one left the city, the city gate was still wide open, and from the current position of the White Twelve, they could cross the urn city and the bright red tassels on the helmets of the soldiers defending the city, and look at the endless prosperity of the city. The city was bustling with traders and pedestrians, all dressed in strange costumes, which was quite ancient, and it was by no means the style that prevailed in today's Qiansheng Dynasty. The entire city was shrouded in a transparent bubble that glowed strangely in the daylight.

It's a pity that White Twelve can't see it.

Unlike the newly built castle towers, the two large characters with strange shapes on the city gate are full of cracks and burn marks, which are very dilapidated. Despite this, some people can also recognize at a glance what is written - Jincheng.

Jincheng has long died in the history books and the memory of the world.

Many years later, when Bai Twelve sat on the phoenix platform of the Nine Heavens and listened to the Holy Heavenly Master's teachings, he would often wander into the sky and remember the first time he was brought to Jincheng by Jin. Sanhua sealed her snow pupils, making her completely blind, and also making her road ahead smoother, Bai Twelve thought that it was not a loss, and also regarded this as a proud stroke. But after she regained her eyesight, she never had the chance to really see the city, which became a pain point in her heart that no one knew about.

As soon as the little boy stood still, he immediately shouted at the soldiers who handed over the guard on the lookout: "Hey, I'm bringing the Jinguo people back!"

Bai Twelve was stunned: "Do you think I'm from Jinguo?"

"Hmm...... How can anyone in Jinguo recognize their own people?" the little boy strangely provoked the end note, and held Bai Twelve's wrist to let her touch his finger - a glossy ring was worn on the tail finger of his left hand, "You touch, the same." ”

It's exactly the same. It is exactly the same as the silver ring on Bai Twelve's hand.

"So what?"

"How? Isn't this our token!Are you amnesia?" the little boy pulled Bai Twelve with his back and walked towards the city with full energy, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the elder, our story is long, only Elder Ye Zi can tell you from beginning to end." ”

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The nobles of Gujin City know how to live very well, and they have their own set of exquisiteness in everything. The courtyard of the deep house often has a lot of rules and weirdness, and outsiders who want to go in to do odd jobs have to learn the rules of January first.

Most of these "rites" have been lost on the way to escape after several twists and turns, and it is very difficult to recover or trace the source, but it is not impossible - the people of Jinguo will never throw away the things inherited from their ancestors.

From the first year of Zhengyuan, when the last monarch of the Jin Kingdom ascended the throne, this has been hundreds of years of history, Xuan Yezi can tell it, and there is no omission of trivial things and details, such as a few family treasures.

In the spring of the eleventh year of Zhengyuan, the young monarch of the Jin Kingdom ended her short reign and sacrificed herself to heaven and earth before the spring sacrifice.

The people of Jinguo in the city were also slaughtered by the black armor soldiers, and no one survived.

But everyone forgets that the old capital of Jinguo, now the Jinlian City of the Qiansheng Dynasty, is a harbor city. That night, dozens of fishing boats, large and small, missed the time to return home because they were greedy for the beautiful scenery of spring snow on the sea.

Since then, I have completely lost my way home.

The hunt in the Celestial Realm is not a whim in recent years, but a deliberate plan that has never stopped for nearly a thousand years.

The people of Jinguo gradually developed their own new customs during the flight.

After years of exile, he was hungry and fed, and he didn't even have water to drink. Occasionally, when they encounter puddles in the wild, people often die of illness due to drinking sewage by mistake. Therefore, all Jinguo people will wear a silver ring on the tail finger of their left hand, and they will use this silver ring to try poison before drinking water and eating.

If a friend takes off the silver ring and puts it on the table before drinking or eating, it is a sign to the friend that the friendship is deep and can be entrusted with life.

In the long journey over the mountains and mountains to avoid pursuit, the corners and sleeves of their clothes are greatly shortened, and although the close-fitting narrow sleeves are not as beautiful and elegant as the wide robe cloud sleeves, they are easy to move.

They have also learned to drink today and get drunk today, and to live every living day in a chic way when they don't know if they will be able to continue to live tomorrow.

Two hundred years ago, the people of the Jin Kingdom hid in this ancient city and gradually turned it into the original Jincheng in the historical records, relying on the barrier barrier to recuperate here and get a short respite.

Although the days have been quiet for more than 100 years, the people of Jinguo living here are still like frightened birds, and the soldiers patrolling the city are constantly on guard day and night. The descendants of the nobles who were elegant and leisurely also learned to bargain and calculate.

In the entire Xinjin City, only Xuan Yezi still retains the habits he had when he was an elder.

Of course, with his years of experience, he is enough to continue to be an elder.

The old man is good at poetry and songs, and cut the words "Qingfeng" and "Red Frost" in the poems in the book as the names of his two guards. These two guards are also the only Jinguo people in the new Jincheng who can also have spiritual power, except for the child named Xiaoxue.

Each family of Jinguo people has passed down one or two spiritual objects from generation to generation for the purpose of building a house, and they have been accompanied by spiritual objects for a long time, and the people of Jinguo have also indirectly washed their muscles and bones, and there are some weak spiritual powers.

At first, everyone fled with ancestral spiritual objects, but later the black-armored soldiers learned to track the spiritual power emitted by the spiritual objects to kill, and all the spiritual objects were abandoned on the way to escape.

Later, the people of Jinguo, who had weak spiritual power, also became the target of being tracked by the black armor soldiers, and they removed all the spiritual roots that had been soaked in their bodies for thousands of years. Only then did he cut off the tracking and save his life. Xuan Yezi herself is no exception.

Xiaoxue, Qingfeng, and Hongshuang are all children born with spiritual power after moving into Xinjincheng. Because the barrier is isolated from the outside world, it is impossible to track them outside, so their spiritual roots are left.

is not only for the idea that "we were born with spiritual power", but also for the hatred in the bones of the people of Jinguo who have not been suppressed by the thousand-year-old escape.

What is lost, must be doubled back.

The pain received must be repaid a hundredfold!

Xuan Yezi closed the page, knocked on the lacquered wooden chair with the exquisite cloud wave pattern with the faucet in his hand, and someone walked in from outside.

The footsteps of the visitor were very light, and there was almost no sound when he stepped on the ground, and the copper buckle that only tied the cuffs occasionally hit the sword at his waist to make a metallic "ding" sound, which showed that he was well trained.

It was Qingfeng, one of Xuan Yezi's guards.

Qing Feng walked to the door curtain and stopped—looking directly at the elder is overstepping the norm, he lowered his eyelashes and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoxue is back, bringing an amnesiac Jinguo and a dying Qiansheng person." ”