It was dark and the rain was ringing on the roof tiles, shattering the girl's dream.

There is a memorial hall in the west wing of the plum courtyard, a simple and elegant boudoir. The brazier charcoal fire suddenly extinguishes, illuminating the gauze tent of the brocade flowers and plants. On the east side, a transparent glazed window hits the raindrops, making a sound.

Jiang Zinan woke up and lifted the tent and sat up, staring at it for a while.

A few days after returning, the hustle and bustle of the earth gradually faded away, and the bustle inside and outside the mansion returned to peace, and everything was as if it had never happened.

For most ordinary people, whether it is the war in the Xiatu world or the struggle in Yingzhou, they are very far away. In their opinion, Ye Mansion is booming and has a broad future.

Jiang Zinan took a look and was still familiar with Meiyuan. Her mother lived not far outside the yard. Her brother Jiang Chen and her wife lived with her mother to serve her.

The young master is in the main room of Meiyuan not far away. By the way, the one whom he loves is not far away. He thought about it day and night that he could not meet at this moment. Even if he summoned him, he would be another woman in front of the young master...

The two maids walked through the corridor together, letting their steps lightly, and the dim light of the lantern shone over.

When the person walked away, he whispered: "Look at the house, monthly salary, and this treatment is also the one that deserves. The head of the family treats Miss Jiang, just like the daughter who is not married, even if he is a deacon, some treatment is more than that. It's really strange..."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense when you are new. You have never seen them intimate, you have a lot of affection..." He spoke softly, with a little envy.

"Since this is the case, why didn't the head of the family formally settle the side room?"

"Shh, stop talking, I heard you have your little shoes in it." As he said, he walked away.

Jiang Zinan ignored him and turned a blind eye. He only trembled and took out a mirror from his dressing box... This was a precious silver glass mirror with exquisite patterns.

The young master designed it, and she supervised the workshop to make it. The top thirty pieces were used for their own use, half of which were distributed to the noble women of each courtyard, and she had one of them.

At this time, I looked at myself with a mirror. On my round and white forehead, a small phoenix-winged snake pattern lit up under the stimulation of spiritual energy.

The phoenix wings stretched out, and it was as red as fire.

The snake's tail is curled up, red with golden silk.

It looks like a beautiful and weird tattoo, or a flower ornament on a young woman's forehead, which sets off the girl's first-handed beauty and has an exotic charm.

As the spiritual energy converges, the phoenix-winged snake pattern fades away quickly and disappears in an instant.

Jiang Zinan stared blankly. This was the control mark left by the saint of Xiatu. It formed a space of its own, hosted the saint's clone, and controlled his words and deeds at all times. At first, he was gentle and kind, but gradually became harsh.

"I had promised it was only one year, but now it seems that I'm afraid it's a lie." A wave of sadness arose in the girl's heart, and she felt a little self-pity... If I had known that, I would have listened to the young master's orders and practiced the martial arts scriptures and trained my spirit, and would not have fallen to this point.

He was unable to take over the body, and was stalemate with the indigenous people, and was used again. He really told the young master the cold joke that the fisherman was fighting against the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman was profitable...

"When it's time, I have to go find a book, perform better, or avoid suffering." She thought this way, and she also understood that reading was the saint who wanted to know the situation in the world on earth and the mystery of practice.

In fact, Jiang Zinan called her an immortal or a fairy at that time, but she refused. She said she was a saint.

Saints, this world refers to saints, wise monarchs and emperors. Those who are noble in virtue and profound in knowledge are mostly the founders of a school of knowledge. In general, "there are all the talents and virtues and are called saints."

But her meaning seemed to be not like this. Just as she was thinking, she lit the glass lamp and was about to go out. At this time, a female voice like a silver bell rang in her ears: "No need to find a book today."

"Don't you look for it?" Jiang Zinan breathed a sigh of relief, and was under great pressure, and finally breathed a little.

"I'm so unhappy to do things for me? Then come back and get punished." The female voice smiled coldly.

Jiang Zinan felt cold in his heart. Just as he was about to say something, his vision blurred, and the phoenix wings and snake patterns on his forehead rushed out of five-colored spiritual light, and the colorful fog filled the room.

A girl with colorful mist transformed into shape, wearing a silk skirt and black hair tied with her waist, beautiful and touched her forehead with her hand.

If Ye Qing was there and carefully observed, he would find that the girl was hiding a little weakness, and she was essentially only in red gold-belt position, which determined that the level of mana it could call was very limited, and the foundation of mana seemed to have something wrong with this mana.

But Jiang Zinan was not familiar with the world of cultivation and could not tell it at all. He just had a cold sweat on his forehead: "I know I was wrong, saint..."

"Sage, please spare me..." The girl's painful voice quickly subtly, and finally disappeared.

She closed her eyes like a deep sleep. As the phoenix-wing snake pattern lit up slightly, when she opened her eyes instantly, she had already had a pair of charming eyes, with a light of spirit, and she drooped her eyes respectfully: "The cicada has seen Emperor Wa."

The girl frowned and looked out the window.

Diao Chan quietly stroked the phoenix wings and snake patterns on her chest, and called out a few times without responding. She sighed secretly and could only ask: "What's wrong with Sister Zi Nan?"

"Hmph, what can I do? The people on this earth are always arrogant and unfaithful, so they are imprisoned and suffer from suffering... or are you more obedient."

The girl stared out the window and said casually, a little absent-minded: "You are different from her. You are from the lower earth. You know your duty. You have always performed well and have good qualifications for cultivation. Don't do the same wrong things as you did a few days ago. You won't just let you suffer some pain in vain."

Diao Chan said silently, looking out the window secretly...

"Ba" Snow-white lightning broke through the sky and penetrated through the clouds. In the warrior's keen vision, two dragons faintly penetrated into the main house... They

"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 dragon? You have never had a real dragon in your land?"

A crisp laughter came from the main room, as if the lord had joking words, which made the dragon girl slightly angry. The one who liked to laugh like this should be the sister who hated Yun?

Diao Chan thought with some envy, and suddenly felt a violent fluctuation in front of her.

The fog spreads unsteadily, as if it could not suppress its emotions, and said with hatred: "Although it has flew away from the underground world... it is just two small dragons that are not in a climate, and it is not a real dragon, what are you afraid of?"

"Yes, Emperor Wa." Diao Chan said respectfully, with some gossip in her heart, her eyes rolled for a while, and she felt like she... was afraid?

"Isn't she the clone of the saint Nuwa? What are she afraid of?"

This phoenix-wing snake pattern was the one that night and Zinan's sister were stalemate, and they were about to consume each other and die. Dreaming of the talisman of Emperor Wa was given by the saint Nuwa...

Unfortunately, she was surrounded by colorful mist at that time, and she couldn't see her making the Ling Emperor obsessed with writing poetry and believing in the world... Well, she didn't see her legendary snake tail.

Regarding the strength of the inner world, the lord once asked the true immortal of the Heavenly Court a little bit.

The five saints in the inner world are all true immortals, including Emperor Wa.

"Wisdom is like the sea, immortality, and live with heaven and earth... When this life is the life of the heaven and earth, strength is controlled by the heaven and earth level."

Diao Chan recalled seriously that in the past six months of the world, she had three indirect attacks on the lord, and found that the power of the saint's clone is controlled by the position, and generally lowered to create a clone, only the level of Yangshen Zhenren.

"However, although the saint's clone can mobilize not much magic power, it cannot explain everything. The saint's understanding and utilization of the rules of heaven and earth and the exquisite control of spiritual energy are all impeccable."

"According to the lord's guess, the saint's clone is not a battle-based purpose, but a dispatched official. He has a clever means and a common wisdom with the body. He can do many things and can be retracted and assimilated after doing it, and resonate with one.

"It can make your soul and sister Zi Nan integrate and send it to the ground. In this way, even if the heavenly court in this world that night came to the attention of the true immortal, the heavenly beings who were temporarily lost in the inner world were actually the ones who were in the inner world were reversed by Nuwa instantly, confusing the inspiration of the heavenly way of the inner world, and blinding the true immortals."

It's just like this

"The clone of such a great existence is as strong as that of the Yangshen Zhenren, and his mind is even more saintly. Is she still afraid of the mere dragon girl she calls her?" In an instant, Diao Chan felt a little confused.

The exquisite boudoir was warm and a maid ran out of the main room, walked through the corridor and ran into the east kitchen, and the sound of urging the banquet to prepare a banquet sounded.

Seeing this clone retracted his gaze: "No need to find a book today, there is no need."

Diao Chan looked normal, and she secretly felt the spiritual pressure on the clone, and asked in a low voice: "Have you collected the information on the ground?"

"What's the use of collecting it now? Who to pass it to..." The clone said, suddenly stopped, his figure gathered, and his eyes stared at the girl: "Don't ask more, you just made a big mistake and came out of prison for self-injury. Do you want to try again?"

"I don't dare." Diao Chan responded in a trembling voice, her little face was white, and she looked panicked and confused.

Cun glanced at his body for a few times, but didn't see anything, so he said to himself: "There is a huge secret in Ye Qing. You have to find a way to get close to him and use any means to obtain trust... Don't reveal your flaws..."

She said, her voice colder: "Have you been sympathetic with that girl for a long time? In the last few days of the landing, she showed dissonance and made a big mistake. Ye Qing was very suspicious. If you do this a few more times, you will have any chance..."

It would be better if there is no more... Diao Chan bowed her head respectfully and muttered to herself, thinking that it would be best if the lord completely saw through it.

But I remembered that after taking the risk, I was thrown into prison and suffered various tortures. This clone seemed to have become a person, turning into a fierce ghost... My heart trembled again. If I did it a few more times, it would be better to die... But the lord always said that it would be better to live than to die. There is hope and possibility that life will be...

Just as his mind was so confused, Diao Chan's eyes suddenly stopped, staring at the colorful mist under her feet

"When I first met Ye Qing, I didn't feel anything. After that, I stayed on the ground for more than a month, and I felt that there was both the aura of the earth and the aura of the lower earth clan on his body... It was very light, and there was a layer of separation. If I hadn't been congenitally conceived from the embryo of the lower earth, I wouldn't feel this..."

The clone's voice was heard in his ears, but Diao Chan ignored her, staring at her feet, and her heart was raised

Until the colorful mist under the fairy clone's feet opened a slit again, a pair of crystal embroidered shoes appeared...

Not a snake's tail
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