The sky was dark and the rain was pounding on the roof tiles, shattering the girl's dream.
In the west wing of the Meiyuan, there is a jingshe, a set of elegant boudoirs. The charcoal fire from the brazier flickers on and off, illuminating the gauze tent of brocade flowers. There is a transparent glass window in the east, and raindrops knock on it, making a sound.
Jiang Zinan woke up, lifted the tent, sat up, and stared at it for a while.
After coming back for a few days, the noisy noises in Xiatu gradually faded away, the bustle inside and outside the house returned to calm, and everything was as if it had never happened.
For most ordinary people, whether it is the war in the lower earth world or the strife in Yingzhou, they are very far away. In their view, Ye Mansion is prosperous and has a bright future.
Jiang Zinan took a look and found that he was still familiar with Meiyuan. His mother lived not far outside the hospital, and his brother Jiang Chen lived with his wife to serve her.
And the young master is in the main house of Meiyuan not far away. In other words, not far away is the one he loves. He thinks about it day and night and cannot see each other at this moment. Even if he is summoned, it will be another woman who appears in front of the young master...
The two maids walked together through the corridor, walking lightly, and the dim light of the lanterns shone through.
When the people were far away, they started to whisper: "Look at the house, the salary, and the treatment. The head of the family treats Miss Jiang like his own daughter who has not left the government. Even for a deacon, some of the treatment is more than that. It's really strange."
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"Shh, don't talk nonsense when you're new. You've never seen them being affectionate. They have a lot of affection..." He whispered softly, showing a bit of envy.
"If that's the case, why didn't the owner officially take over the side room?"
"Shh, stop talking. I heard you have little shoes to wear." He said and walked away with steady steps.
Jiang Zinan listened and turned a blind eye, only taking out a mirror from the dressing box with trembling hands... It was a precious glass and silver mirror with exquisite patterns.
The young master designed it, and she supervised the production in the workshop. The top 30 pieces were used for her own use, half of which were distributed to the distinguished female relatives of each academy, and she had one of them.
At this time, he looked at himself in the mirror. On his round and white forehead, stimulated by spiritual energy, a small phoenix-winged snake pattern lit up.
The phoenix wings spread out, red as fire.
The snake's tail is curled, red with gold threads.
It seems to be a kind of beautiful and strange tattoo, and also like the flower decoration on the forehead of a young woman. It contrasts with the young girl's charming face and has an exotic charm.
As the spiritual energy converged, the phoenix-winged snake pattern quickly faded and disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Zinan stared at it blankly. This was the imprint of control left by the saint in the lower earth. It formed a self-contained space where the clone of the saint resided. He controlled his words and deeds at all times. He was gentle at first, but gradually became harsh.
"I promised that it would only be a year, but now it seems that it is a lie." A burst of sadness emerged in the girl's heart, and she also felt a little self-pity... If I had known better, I would have listened to the young master's instructions, worked hard to practice martial arts, and tempered my spirit, and I would not have fallen into this situation.
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He couldn't win the house, he was in a stalemate with the natives, and he was taken advantage of again. It was just like the old man's cold joke about the snipe and the clam fighting, and the fisherman profiting...
"When the time comes, I have to find a book to behave better or avoid suffering." She thought this way, and she also understood that reading is a saint who wants to know the situation of the earthly world and the secrets of spiritual practice.
In fact, Jiang Zinan called her a fairy or a fairy at that time, but she refused. She said that she was a saint.
Saints, in this world, refer to sage monarchs and emperors, those with noble virtues and profound academic attainments, most of whom are the founders of a school of learning. Generally speaking, "sages are called saints if they have all their talents and virtues."
But that didn't seem to be what she meant. Just as she was thinking about it, she lit up the glass lamp and was about to go out. At this time, a female voice like a silver bell rang in her ears: "There is no need to look for books today."
"Aren't you looking for it anymore?" Jiang Zinan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was finally taking a breath after being under tremendous pressure.
"You are so unwilling to do things for me? Then come back and be punished." The female voice smiled coldly.
Jiang Zinan felt a chill in his heart. Just as he was about to say something, his vision blurred for a while. The phoenix-winged snake pattern on his forehead burst out with five-colored auras, and a multi-colored mist filled the room.
A young girl covered in colorful mist appeared. She was wearing a skirt and a black silk tie around her waist. She was so beautiful that she reached out and touched her forehead.
If Ye Qing were here and observed carefully, he would have discovered that this girl was hiding a little bit of weakness, and her essence was only red with gold, which determined that the level of mana she could use was very limited, and the foundation of her mana seemed to be defective.
question.
But Jiang Zinan was not familiar with the world of spiritual practice and couldn't tell the difference at all. He just had cold sweat on his forehead: "I know I was wrong, saint..."
"Sage, have mercy on me..." The girl's pained voice quickly became softer and finally stopped being heard.
She closed her eyes as if in a deep sleep. As the phoenix wings and snake patterns shone slightly, she opened her eyes instantly. She already had a pair of charming eyes filled with spiritual light. She lowered her eyes respectfully: "Cicada has seen Emperor Wa."
The girl frowned and looked out the window.
Diao Chan quietly stroked the phoenix-wing snake pattern on her chest. She called several times in her heart but received no response. She sighed secretly and could only ask tentatively: "How is sister Zinan?"
"Huh, what can I do? People on this earth are always arrogant and have different intentions. So I will send you back to prison to suffer... You are better behaved."
The girl stared out the window and said casually, a little absent-mindedly: "You are different from her. You were born in the soil, you know your duty, you have always performed well, and you have good training qualifications. Don't do the same wrong things as you did a few days ago. I won't let you go in vain."
Just eat some pain."
Diao Chan remained silent and secretly looked out the window...
"Pa—" Snow-white lightning broke across the sky and penetrated the clouds. In the warrior's keen vision, two dragons faintly entered the main room... It was them.
"It's a dragon..." Diao Chan sighed slightly, her eyes blurred, with a hint of admiration and a hint of awe.
The girl snorted: "What kind of dragon? There has never been a real dragon in this world since you came to earth?"
Clear laughter came from the main room, as if the master had said something joking, which made the dragon girl slightly angry. It must be the sister Hengyun who likes to laugh like this?
Diao Chan thought with some envy, and suddenly felt a violent fluctuation in spiritual pressure in front of her.
The colorful mist dispersed uncertainly, as if it could not suppress its emotions, and said in a hateful voice: "Although it has flown away from the underground world...it's just two little insignificant dragons, not real dragons, what are you afraid of?"
"Yes, Emperor Wa." Diao Chan said respectfully, with some gossip in her heart, her eyes rolled around, feeling that she... was afraid?
"Isn't she the clone of the saint Nuwa? What is she afraid of?"
This phoenix-winged snake pattern was the result of the stalemate between Zinan and sister Zinan that night, and they were about to consume each other and die. I dreamed of Emperor Wa's talisman edict, which was given by the saint Nuwa herself...
It's a pity that she was surrounded by colorful mist at that time, so I couldn't see her world-famous appearance that made even the Emperor of the Spirit become obsessed with poetry... Well, I didn't see her legendary snake tail either.
As for the strength of the other world, the Lord once asked the Heavenly Immortal for some information.
The five saints in this world are all true immortals, including Emperor Wa.
"Wisdom is like the sea, immortal, and has the same life span as the heaven and earth... When this life span is the life span of the heaven and earth where it is, the strength is controlled by the level of the heaven and earth where it is."
Diao Chan carefully thought about it. In the past six months in the world, she had made insinuations about her lord three times. She concluded that the power of a saint's clone was controlled by his personality. Generally, he would downgrade one level to create a clone, which was only as good as the real Yang Shen.
"However, although the saint's clone can mobilize a small amount of magic power, magic power cannot explain everything. The saint's understanding and utilization of the rules of heaven and earth and his exquisite control of spiritual energy are enough to use it impeccably."
"According to my lord's guess, the saint's clone is not used for fighting, but is a kind of assigned affairs officer. With clever methods and common wisdom with the main body, it can do many things. After it is done, it can be taken back and assimilated, and the resonance becomes one.
"You can make your soul and sister Zi Nan's soul merge and separate and send them to the earth. In this way, even the heaven in this world sent the attention of the real immortal that night, but they thought it was just a heavenly being temporarily lost in the other world. In fact, he was captured by a woman.
Wa reversed the internal and external yin and yang in an instant, confounding the heavenly wisdom in the world, and deceiving the true immortals."
Hiding the truth from the sky, nothing more than that
"The clone of such a great existence, whose strength is comparable to that of Yang Shen, and whose mind is at the level of a saint, is still afraid of the mere dragon girl she calls?" Diao Chan had some doubts in an instant.
The exquisite boudoir was warm and cozy, and a maid rushed out of the main room, ran through the corridor and into the east kitchen, and the sound of urging the preparation of a banquet could be heard.
Seeing this clone, he looked back: "There's no need to look for books today, there's no need for them."
Diao Chan looked normal, secretly and carefully feeling the spiritual pressure on the clone, and asked in a low voice: "Have you finished collecting the intelligence on the ground?"
"What's the use of collecting it now, and who should I pass it on to..." the clone said, suddenly stopped, his figure condensed, and he stared at the girl with sharp eyes: "Don't ask any more questions, you just made a big mistake and you are going to jail.
Come out, do you want to try again?"
"I don't dare." Diao Chan responded with a trembling voice, her face as white as snow, looking panicked and confused.
The clone glanced up and down for a few times, but didn't see anything, so he said to himself: "This Ye Qing has a huge secret. You have to find a way to get close to him, and do whatever it takes to gain his trust... Don't expose any flaws..."
She said with a slightly cold voice: "Have you been living with that girl for a long time? In the last few days in Xiatu, he showed his incoordination and made a big mistake. This Ye Qing is very suspicious. If he does this a few more times, he will lose any chance.
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It would be better if there was no more... Diao Chan bowed her head respectfully, muttering to herself, thinking that it would be best if her lord saw through it completely.
But remembering that after taking the adventure, he was thrown into prison and subjected to all kinds of torture, this clone seemed to have changed into a different person, turning into a vicious ghost... His heart trembled again, if it happened again, it would be better to die... But
The Lord always said that it is better to die than to live. There is hope in living, and it is possible...
Just when her mind was in such confusion, Diao Chan's eyes suddenly froze, staring at the colorful mist at her feet.
"When I first saw Ye Qing, I didn't feel anything. After I stayed on the ground for more than a month, I felt that he had both the aura of the earth and the aura of the people below... It was very faint, and there was a layer between them. If it weren't for me,
Since I was born from an embryo in the soil, I still can’t feel this..."
The clone's voice was heard in her ears, but Diao Chan seemed not to hear it, staring at her feet with her heart lifted.
Until I saw the colorful mist under the fairy clone's feet once again slightly opening, revealing a pair of crystal embroidered shoes...