Chapter Twenty-Nine: Ignorance of the World

One of the four fortunate things in life is to meet someone in another country. In Duo Jiao's mind, Yi Shaocheng and Wu Yan are the two people she is most familiar with, filling the whole of her life. But all this suddenly disappeared one day ten years ago. It's like a dream, and when she woke up, she realized that Yi Shaocheng and Wuya were all dreams, and the cold reality was just a cold, majestic palace, and it was the guardian of the Hessian Iron Guard.

"Boundless...... Brother...... Finally seeing you, seeing you, seeing you......"

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

Boundless in the moonlight is much more burly than it was years ago.

But what remained unchanged was his angular and rigid face, rugged eyebrows, dark eyes, and dark red hair. Maybe because he didn't know anything, the clothes on his body were messy, and the strips of cloth wrapped in bits and pieces of various clothes and pants were casually wrapped around his body, and there was a strange smell of mixed dust.

"Senior brother. Duo Jiao took Wuyan's hand, looked at his eyes, her throat squirmed, as if it was extremely difficult, but she finally spoke: "Do you know Yi Shaocheng...... Where's Daddy?"

After several years of indirect interaction with humans, Wuya has been able to understand the meaning of Duojiao.

But his expression is still a problem, and it is still a big problem, and it took a lot of effort for him to make Duojiao understand that his father went to Dahan.

"Sure enough, it's not much different from what Qinghai Yi said, it's going to the east. Back then, he must have rushed back from the Yongyuan Imperial City, and he was separated from Wuya here. ”

Complicated feelings flooded in her heart again, and Duo Jiao's gaze also looked to the east.

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The quiet palace, the bronze incense burner with four claws and snakes, green smoke curling.

"How about the nearest practice?" the woman's cold voice sounded, echoing in the palace.

Following the prestige, I saw five old men in cloth standing under the main hall.

These old men looked to have gray hair, eyebrows, and beards, but their bodies were straight, their eyes were full of essence, their temples were slightly bulging, and their faces were ruddy. Just standing there, there was a killing aura of Jin Ge Iron Horse all over his body, and ordinary people couldn't help but be in awe when they saw it.

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

This woman is none other than the eldest princess Yanzhu. But such a title is not accurate, because after the death of the king of Dian, she is the supreme ruler of the entire Dian kingdom - the special status of the regent of the Dian Kingdom. The years are like washing, but she can't wash away her elegant lightness but a breath of fire, as if a majestic goddess was born from the flames.

The indifferent gaze makes the strong awe-inspired, and the weak are like gods - this is the eldest princess Yanzhu.

"Qi Yu Dacheng, His Royal Highness has outstanding qualifications, and he often dispenses medicine and bathes, and he has arrived at the Sanpin Grandmaster in just seven days. ”

"Hmm. Yan Zhu answered, and then did not speak again, and the needle drop could be heard in the hall.

This was not a big deal, but the invisible pressure emanating from it made the hearts of these old men as heavy as Mount Tai, and a layer of fine beads of sweat inevitably appeared on their foreheads.

For no other reason, they were afraid that the result would displease the princess, so they reported in great detail.

Martial arts practice is divided into nine streams, and after the nine streams is the grandmaster, and the grandmaster is divided into nine grades, one of which is the highest. After waiting for a product, it is the king realm. And they are only half-step kings.

It is common sense that the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes, but the realm of the grandmaster is even more difficult after passing the five grades.

The last three products, one product and one ascending to the sky, they were all highly qualified when they were young, their family backgrounds were excellent, and their opportunities were quite good, so they reached the first grade of the grandmaster, but in the next few decades, they were stunned to fight with all their strength and did not penetrate the king realm, and became the master of the martial arts cultivation, only half a foot into it.

"If he can be promoted to the first rank before the end of the year, then this king will personally take you to my Tongquetai library and read the books of the king's realm as you like. ”

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

Yanzhu didn't stop to rest, picked up a stack of folds on the table and looked at it.

At this time, a delicate silver-armored female guard came to tell her that it was one of the commanders of the Dragon Archer Legion and the personal guard of the eldest princess Yanzhu - Longxi.

"Your Highness, all the twists and turns in recent days have been sent to the hands of the two Highnesses, Shaoli and Duojiao. In addition, His Royal Highness Duo Jiao has been very close to the savage he brought back these days, and the witches of the Holy Sect have also taken close care of him. ”

Yan Zhu's eyes were deep in thought, and after a long time, she said to Long Xi: "It's okay! continue to pay attention to her every move, and pay more attention to the Qinghai Wing of the Holy Sect." ”

"Subordinates obey!"

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"Your Highness St. Ann. An old man who looked like a Han man came to the study and paid respectful respects.

There were convolutions on the desk, Duo Jiao lifted it from the pile of books, and when she saw the old man, she quickly got up and invited him to her seat, and poured a hot tea herself, which flattered the old man.

"Lord Wen is polite, you don't have to be like this. ”

"Alas, Your Highness doesn't have to be like this. I'm just a bad old man, fifteen years ago I was robbed by the Han people in business, my wife and children were killed, and then I ended up in the Dian Kingdom, if it weren't for the grace of His Royal Highness five years ago, I'm afraid that my old bones would have rotted long ago. The old man stroked his beard and sighed, and his eyebrows were quite complicated.

Since then, he has sworn to assist the child, but gradually forgot that he was a Han Chinese.

After some greetings, Duo Jiao hurriedly asked, "Master Wen, how is my senior brother?"

The old man looked at Duo Jiao's expectant eyes, suddenly smiled, shook his head, and said, "Your Highness's senior brother should have been away from the crowd since he was a child, and now he only needs to communicate with people more." However, he doesn't seem to be here, and if the old man says something that shouldn't be said, His Highness shouldn't force him too much. As for the other aspects, the old man tried his best, and the child was also very attentive. ”

"Hmm...... Thank you, Mr. Wen. Duo Jiao saluted, and quickly frightened the old man and arched his hands away.

Duo Jiao didn't know what she was thinking, and after being stunned, her eyes rolled and she left the study and came to a courtyard in the palace.

She quietly approached the slightly closed door and looked inside, only to see a young man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist practicing marksmanship, this person was none other than Wuya, who was brought back by Duojiao.

Due to the excellent food in the palace, Wuya is now more powerful than before, and after returning to Duojiao, he asked people to take care of him. His shabby clothes had been replaced by a cyan cloth robe, his long dark red hair was tied up, and his rough eyebrows were trimmed like two sharp swords.

The boundless figure flies, fierce and powerful, galloping rapidly, and has sharp marksmanship, like a vigorous and resolute war tiger.

There is no doubt that what Wuwu cultivates is the marksmanship taught by Yi Shaocheng - such as the dragon spear technique!

Duo Jiao watched outside the door, for some reason her heart was unusually peaceful, at this moment, she felt that the whole world was only her and him.

Looking at it, Wuya's appearance became blurred in her eyes, and slowly turned into Yi Shaocheng's appearance, she couldn't help but push open the door, her eyes were stunned, until she found that there was someone behind her Wuya poked back in front of her, and she didn't notice it. In her eyes, "Yi Shaocheng" at this time was covered with sweat and a smile, just like when she was a child, she picked up a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

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

Duo Jiao picked up the handkerchief and presented it in front of her face.

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

The handkerchief was dragged away all of a sudden, so that Duo Jiao instantly sobered up, and she found that the person with a smirk in front of her was still boundless, not Yi Shaocheng, and countless sourness surged out of her heart in an instant.

Duo Jiao's face turned cold in an instant, and she gently slapped Wuya's hand.

Wuya suddenly became a little panicked.

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

Duo Jiao's hopes were quickly dashed, and Wu Yan couldn't immediately pay attention to the meaning of Duo Jiao's words, and just stood dumbfounded.

Even the simplest and most customary phrase of saying thank you has not yet been learned.

Inexplicable grievances poured out from the bottom of her heart, and Duojiao hugged Wuya and cried. No one knows how much a little girl has gone from not knowing anything to being able to read the recitals independently ten years later.