Palace of the Dian King.

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

In the study, the light was stirred by the breeze, and it trembled for a while, and the room flickered and dimmed.

The fire is extinguished, the candles are beating, and the firelight reflects the girl with a peerless face.

Her skin is like the most beautiful white jade in the world, and she is smearing a little red heart with dansha on her forehead, looking like a fairy, and her face is like a beautiful moon, but there is a trace of sadness in these beautiful eyes, which makes people feel sad after seeing it.

This is today's Duo Jiao, you can see a red head rope tied in the bun, with a hint of elegant exotic style.

At this moment, with your eyes closed, you hold up your fingers in front of you, as if waiting for something.

"Duh. ”

The voice fell, and the ancient ring on the girl's index finger lit up and dimmed, and the dark green flame ignited from the fingertips at the same time as the ring dimmed, turning into a thick cluster. In the midst of the flames, an esoteric symbol loomed. If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that this symbol is exactly the same as the symbol on the face of the girl's index finger ring.

The girl was not at all surprised by the appearance of this miraculous scene, as if it should have been. With a flick of her hand, the dark green flame wrapped in the symbol fell on the lamppost three feet away.

Suddenly, the lamppost was enveloped in fire, and finally dissipated into a trace of smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not a trace of copper slag behind.

After doing all this, the girl did not speak, and turned her head to look at the desk beside her.

In front of the desk, Qinghai Yi's eyes flashed after looking at it, and she was also moved by it, who had always been indifferent.

This flame is witchcraft, and witchcraft is a symbol of the status of wizards, and the color of witchcraft symbolizes the strength of the wizards' souls. The higher the cultivation, the stronger the soul will naturally be, and the power of witchcraft will naturally be. Take this witchfire as an example, the most common witchcraft is only, and it is also the most reflective of the strength of the soul of wizards.

The Dian Witch Cult believes that the human soul is formless and colorless at first, but if it is cultivated, the soul will continue to grow stronger layer by layer, and even produce qualitative changes.

The first layer of plasma turns white, then gray, ink, cyan, purple, orange, red.

The wizards of the witch cult can wear the corresponding color of the wizard's robe after reaching the corresponding realm, which is a symbol of strength, a symbol of status, and a supreme glory.

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

Obviously, the girl already has the qualifications to wear the ink robe, and the wizards of the Dian Kingdom who can usually wear this ink robe are all more than half a hundred years old, and the girl's age is only twenty-eight.

"Ten years, in just ten years, you have achieved such an achievement, it is difficult for you. Qinghai Yi said softly, her eyes fell on Duo Jiao's face again, for so many years, she had been able to feel the hidden power in Duo Jiao's heart, and this was indescribable forbearance. Perhaps, even though there are 10,000 kinds of pain in the world, she suffers the most pain.

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

"Ten years ......" the girl also muttered, she didn't expect that ten years had passed in a blink of an eye.

Ten years have passed, I thought it was very difficult, but I didn't think it was a matter of fingers, as if it was yesterday. In a trance, she returned to the bank of the Frost and Snow River, when the blood was pouring snow and the fire was shining in the sky, and then she seemed to see a person, whose calloused hands were gently caressing her long hair, his broad shoulders were covered with snowflakes, his sword-like brows were covered with cold white waddles, his calm face was covered with a gentle smile, and his clear and resolute eyes were staring at him......

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

Her eyes were slightly moist, and ten years had passed, and the person's appearance was blurring little by little in her impression under the washing of time.

She looked calmly at Qinghai Yi, the woman who had taught her for ten years—the woman who had been trading with her for ten years.

"Qinghai Yi, Master, it's time for you to make good on your promise. ”

Qinghai Yi was stunned, promise, what promise? When she looked at Duo Jiao's face again, the cold eyes immediately reminded her of something. Ten years ago, when the little girl first arrived, she refused to learn anything, and she saw through the little girl's thoughts about her father, so she said to her, "You are only thinking about him." So how about we make a deal? As long as you are willing to learn, when you are qualified to wear the ink robe, then I will tell you his traces. ”

"Hehe, what is this......" Looking at the girl's aggressive gaze, Qinghai Yi smiled rarely, spread his hands and said, "I don't know." ”

She also has to cultivate, and she also has important things to do, so where does she have the time to check that person's whereabouts? It's just that when she thinks of Yi Shaocheng, she actually has a faint shyness in her heart.

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

But without waiting for her to remind, Qinghai Yi said again: "How could I know, of course it was a lie to you." ”

Without waiting for the girl's face to become angry, Qinghai Yi patted the baby apprentice's shoulder and said gently: "Next, you can cultivate with peace of mind, Master has to retreat, which means that you won't see Master for the next three months." Don't think about Master, and besides, don't tell anyone about your cultivation. ”

Not waiting for the girl to slap her hand away, Qinghai Wing left like the wind.

How many decades has she been a duojiao, and she has spent ten years in vain for this lie!

Duo Jiao lay on the desk, her heart was bitter and painful, and it was not a taste. The feelings of longing that were suppressed by squeezing oneself through continuous cultivation turned into tears in an instant, and they were out of control.

Sisso's sobs echoed lonely in the palace in the middle of the night.

She had hoped that once she got the news ten years later, she would be able to find her father, find her boundless brother, and find the person she thought about day and night.

Then they were reunited, and then the next moment, all hope and faith collapsed.

With a wave of his hand, the surrounding bronze lampposts suddenly turned to ashes in the cyan flames that ignited in an instant, and the room fell into silence and darkness after the sudden cyan light.

......

Pain comes and goes quickly, this is an important thing that Duojiao learned in the deep palace.

After sorting out her emotions, Duo Jiao changed her clothes and walked to the door with a cloak.

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

Duo Jiao's body was stunned, and when she looked back, she saw a woman in a blue robe looking at her.

"You ......"

"Xiyun, senior sister asked me to protect you. Xiyun said quickly.

Then his gaze swept over Duo Jiao, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes. As the younger sister of Qinghai Yi, her status in the witch religion is extremely high, even if she does not have this identity, with the cyan witch robe on her body, she also has a very noble identity in the entire Dian Kingdom.

I didn't expect to be this little girl's guard and thug now.

But, after all, it's a bet that you have to honor if you lose, right?

"I knew that Senior Sister was so powerful, I wouldn't have stopped her and bet on the fighting method, alas, after so many years, I am improving, and Senior Sister's cultivation is impossible to stay ten years ago, am I stupid. Xiyun was annoyed about this all the time.

"It turned out to be Uncle Shi, I'm going to the Imperial Garden to relax, can Uncle Shi accompany me?"

Xiyun nodded, didn't say a word, and followed behind.

She is naturally not interested in this kind of boring thing, but who said that this girl is very important to the witch sect and the senior sister, and it must not go wrong. Besides, when she left just now, her senior sister told her a thousand instructions, and she impatiently played the package ticket.

......

The first queen has always liked to plant flowers, and the king of Dian prepared a sea of flowers for the queen.

Therefore, the sea of flowers in the Imperial Garden is extraordinarily large, but late at night, the sea of flowers is large, but after a while, Duojiao disappeared in the sea of flowers. At first, Xiyun didn't care, but after half a cup of tea, she realized that something was wrong, and after shouting twice, she didn't get any response, and secretly said that it was not good, so she found it in this imperial garden, but this search was fruitless after all.

"Yanzhu, you are so bold!" this was the first culprit that came to Xiyun's mind after he was sweating.

Princess Yanzhu was a princess back then, and after the death of the King of Dian, she was the regent who held the power alone, and she controlled the power of life and death in the entire Dian Kingdom in a single thought, and it was estimated that no one dared to shout so loudly except Xiyun. When she shouted, the surrounding palace maids and guards were immediately frightened.

It's just that before she finished complaining resentfully, there was a news from the palace, saying that before a cup of tea, the princess rode out quickly, and suddenly, Xiyun, who felt that her mind was insulted by a little girl, was looking at each other with her head down, and her face turned red.

She snorted, threw off her robe and left.

"Little girl, there is a kind of you not coming back. ”

......

Duojiao really didn't want to stay here, after all, it wasn't 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 has appeared in her dreams countless times, but it is gradually blurred.

With the memory of the fast horse to the riverside town, it was noon a few days later. You can see the former riverbank from afar, sparkling, dark green grass like a natural gauze tent, on the riverside, aunts and aunts are washing clothes, chatting about the shortcomings of their parents. Through a strange link, the town rebuilt under the ruins is the same as it was ten years ago: old people smoking dry tobacco, children playing, and a few ink-feathered ducks quacking.

It's just that......

"Things are not people. ”

Duo Jiao didn't get happy, a trace of sadness came from the heavy snow when she was a child, and the memories that grew from her heart but just didn't want to come out, ten years ago, on the bank of the Nanyuan River, the snow flew thousands of miles, the fire reflected the sky, and Yi Shaocheng was separated...... This became a memory that Duo Jiao will never forget for the rest of her life.

On the cheeks, tears rolled down.

She turned her horse's head and hurried to her small four-cornered building to see where she had spent all those years with her father, and where she really called home.

"It's fine. Duo Jiao looked at the small four-cornered building in front of her, patted her chest, and a sense of happiness for some reason arose.

The small four-corner building is still the same as it was back then, not much has changed, but in ten years, its walls have been covered with kudzu vines. The front steps and rubble eaves were covered with weeds and moss.

"Huh?" When Duo Jiao's gaze fell on the old tree in front of the door, she was shocked to find that the tree was covered with countless signs.

How did your own tree become a prayer tree?

Just when she felt a little funny, a white-haired hunchbacked old man came up to her and said, "Girl, you'd better stay away from this house." ”

"Huh?"

The old man said with a hurried face: "Here, haunted!"

"Ghost?" Duo Jiao's face became even more confused.

"No, I heard that there was a fire ten years ago, and the whole village was burned to death, but this small four-corner building remained, and then some people heard a whimper, and I heard it before. This must be the souls of the villagers who were burned to death. Girl, I see that you have a good face, hurry away from this unclean place, the soul is not clean, I like you like a little girl with fine skin and tender flesh the most. After saying that, the old man threw up a wooden sign engraved with strange talismans, and hurriedly walked away with a gloomy face.

The wooden plaque is tied with a red string, and when it falls, the red rope naturally wraps around the branches, becoming one of the many wooden plaques.

It turns out that this is not a prayer tree, but it has been arranged as a tree to ward off evil spirits.

After crying and laughing for a while, Duo Jiao's face turned cold in an instant: "Hmph, haunted? I want to see what you are, and dare to go wild in my house." ”