Pushing open the stone door, the familiar breath, the shallow breath, Shi Ji exhaled lightly.

"Suddenly"

The rabbit sat up suddenly.

"Auntie, where are you going?!"

Shi Ji's heart jumped, and there was a kind of panic that he was caught doing bad things, "It's not ...... Not...... I'll just see if it's snowing outside. Shi Ji hurriedly closed the door behind him.

"Oh. ”

"Huh~Huh~~"

The rabbit fell down and fell asleep again.

Shi Ji leaned over with a smile: "Is this waking up? Or are you talking in a dream?"

The rabbit's small mouths are one by one, and they are sleeping soundly.

......

The wind in the early morning is not as strong as in the night, but it carries the cold that has accumulated all night, and the spring sun is already mild, breaking through the heavy wind and snow on the body, and there is a faint light left.

On the undulating snowfield, the figures of the two people and a rabbit were held up for a long time, Qingya led the way in front, and Shi Ji led the rabbit who woke up to follow behind.

"Auntie, I had a dream yesterday. The little rabbit said softly.

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that my aunt went out alone and didn't wake up Little Twelve. The little rabbit said with some grievances.

Shi Ji's mouth curved an arc, and she smiled and asked, "What happened later?"

"Later?" the rabbit was a little confused, "After...... Later, I was woken up by my aunt. ”

"Giggle~~"

The little girl's silver bell-like laughter was particularly crisp.

Shi Ji was also amused, and she asked the little guy with a smile, "Little Twelve, are you awake now?" or are you dreaming?"

"Am I awake? or am I dreaming?" the little guy asked himself, rubbing his eyes.

"Giggle~~"

The little girl who didn't laugh too much couldn't help laughing anymore.

The three of Shi Ji walked from the dawn of the sky to the south of the sun before they arrived at the destination of this trip.

"Violinist, here, here!" a cheerful voice waved its arms wildly.

The young man in Xuanyi was conspicuous enough to stand between the ice and snow, and at this time, he burst out with the fanaticism of the star-chasing family, and even the sun was not as dazzling as him.

"Is the luthier really here?"

"Impossible, right?"

One by one, witches poked their heads out of the ice and snow buildings.

"What a pianist!"

The eyes of the men who had fought with Shiji last night were red, and they rushed out of the room with excitement: Wine, where is the wine?

The feelings spelled out on the wine table are very strong.

Even after experiencing a similar battle, Shi Ji still felt that her scalp was numb, and she really couldn't stand these witches with particularly strong emotions.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" the young man turned around, his face tensed, and he turned sideways, "Treat me honestly, what do you look like when you are noisy?"

"Cut!" a teenager whispered disdain.

"Hey!" a man snorted in disdain.

"Huh?" an old witch pouted in displeasure.

The tone words are very expressive and express the hearts of the witches.

"Hmph!" the young man in Xuanyi raised his neck, "Do you know who the violinist is looking for today?"

"Looking for whom?"

"It's not looking for you, is it?"

"Who believes?"

The boy let the witches sneer and sneer until all the voices had died down, and then he said like Joe, "You guessed it, the luthier is here for me." ”

"Cut!"

"Huh!"

"Come on!"

The young man smiled lightly without the slightest influence of the witch, and said, "I don't believe you asked the violinist?"

A pair of eyes that tried to answer in the negative fell on Shi Ji.

"I'm here to learn the witchcraft of the Xuanming tribe. Shi Ji said bluntly.

One by one the witches instantly became defeated roosters, one by one depressed, the young man in Xuanyi was just the opposite, in an instant, his whole person was rippling with the glory of the winner, he flicked his sleeves extremely chicly, and pointed his tall ass to the witches, more than a peacock with the screen open.

One by one, the witches were so angry that they blew their beards and glared, but they couldn't help it.

"Let's all go back, it's enough for the violinist to have me entertain. The young man waved his sleeves without looking back, and the witches gritted their teeth again.

"Piano Master, let's go this way!" the young man said to Shi Ji with great diligence as if he had changed someone.

Shi Ji hesitated for a moment, then nodded to the young man.

Shi Ji followed the boy in a big circle, bypassing the fiery witches one by one, and came to a cold ice palace.

The young man saluted the palace extremely respectfully, and after the salute, he turned around and said to Shi Ji with a smile: "The qin master must have felt the breath of Lord Xuanming, right?"

Shi Ji nodded a little stiffly, she did feel it, and it was extremely profound, the chill of the cold thorn almost suffocated her, if she wasn't absolutely sure that Xuan Ming couldn't be here, she would definitely think that Xuan Ming himself was sitting in the hall waiting for her.

"Do you know why there is such a powerful aura here, which is as powerful as that of the Ancestral Witch?" the young man asked with a smile.

Shi Ji didn't even think about it, and spit out two words coldly: "I don't know." ”

The young man touched his nose very boringly, and didn't dare to go around in circles anymore, he said bluntly: "This is the ancestral origin of my Xuanming tribe, and Lord Xuanming was born here, she has been sleeping here since her father incarnated all things, and she didn't wake up until 20,000 years ago, I heard that the twelve ancestors and witches have been sleeping under the feet of their father for an extremely long time, maybe more than 100,000 years......"

"This is the palace where Lord Xuanming used to live, called Xuanming Palace!"

"In this way, there should be twelve ancestral witch halls around Buzhou Mountain. ”

"Twelve adults were all born under the mountain, and there are naturally twelve ancestral witch halls here!"

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