As the weakest kingdom on Longqinus, Arcadia's territory was undoubtedly the smallest. It was located at the southeastern tip of the continent, bordering the boundless sea on both sides. On the other side, it was surrounded by two powerful empires. If it wasn't for the interference of Farlan in the center of the continent, a country like Arcadia would have perished long ago. Our story begins from the capital of Arcadia, Luna City.
The sun was blazing like fire, especially in the south of Longqinus. It was as if the sun was right in front of them, bringing with it a scorching air current. Everyone who was bathed in the sun felt as if their bodies had turned into burning charcoal, dripping with sweat. Although it was still morning, the streets of Luna City were filled with a lazy atmosphere. No wonder people said that the reason why the two powerful empires, Landias and Bora, did not divide Arcadia was not only because of Faran's interference, but also because Arcadia was the hottest furnace on the continent.
Of course, there were exceptions. At this moment, a hale and hearty old man appeared in front of the Guild of Magic in Luna City.
His white magic robe was as straight as the man himself, without a single wrinkle on it. The wrinkles on his face showed his age. His silver-white hair was neatly combed at the back of his head. The old magician was very tall, at least half a head taller than the average Arcadian. In his wrinkled right hand, he held a slender staff. Although the staff was propped up on the ground, no one would think that he was relying on this pure wooden staff to support his body. It was because of his eyes. The old magician's eyes. It was a pair of black eyes that were as clear as the abyss, yet incomparably clear. The old magician squinted his eyes, but there was still a faint glimmer in them.
"Praise be to Faran, dear Mr. Mage. May I ask how I can help you?"
As soon as Pirlo walked out of the Guild of Magic, he saw the old mage. Although the old mage did not have any valuable attire or magical items on him, and there were no elemental waves on his body, Pirlo could not tell his level from his magic robe and his body. However, as a middle-ranked Yellow Mage who had been training in the Luna City Guild of Magic for more than 20 years, he believed in his intuition. Only those who wanted to show off would display their magic level on their robes. The old mage in front of him looked to be at least 70 years old, so how could he be a mage of the lowest level? Moreover, there was not a single drop of sweat on his wrinkled forehead.
"Praise Faran."
The old magician's voice sounded very soft and sweet. Although it was a bit low, it gave people the feeling of being bathed in the spring breeze. It seemed that even the hot air had become a bit cooler. "I come from Faran. Please take me to the temporary leader of the guild."
Pirlo's body suddenly became stiff, and his eyes were full of surprise and ecstasy. From Faran? He came from Faran. In Longqinus, even the most ordinary commoner would understand the meaning of this sentence. The leader of the Luna City Guild of Magic had passed away more than two years ago. As the headquarters of the Arcadia Kingdom's Guild of Magic, the position of the leader had been empty for more than two years. He came from Faran. Could it be …
What was the most noble profession in Longqinus? It was mages. Perhaps some people did not believe in the existence of God, but there was no one who did not worship mages. Faran was a land with a flat terrain on Longqinus. Its area was about half the size of the Arcadia Kingdom. It was a fertile land, but no country dared to have any ideas about it because it was the holy land of mages. Faran was the faith of almost all countries except the Far North Wilderness of Longqinus.
Faran was not only the holy land of mages, but it was also the place that mages feared the most. Except for the Faran Legion that guarded Faran, only mages could enter. It was not too difficult to enter Faran, but it was almost impossible for mages to leave Faran. Without the strength of blue rank or above, one would not be allowed to leave there.
The ranks of mages, from low to high, were Mage, Intermediate Mage, Advanced Mage, Great Mage, Magic Shooter, Magister, and Great Magister. No matter what kind of magic, they all had the same color and were graded according to the colors of the rainbow. The lowest rank of mage corresponded to the first color of the rainbow, red, which was red, and so on. And blue represented the Magister. The first six colors of the rainbow were divided into three levels: middle, middle, and high. A mid-tier Yellow Magician like Pirlo was a mid-tier Advanced Magician. As for the last color of the rainbow, purple, it was divided into nine levels. The difference in strength between the same purple rank Great Magister was undoubtedly huge. There was another reason why Faran could become the holy land of mages. There were a total of seven Mage Towers in Faran, and in each Mage Tower, there was a powerful ninth rank purple mage, and they were the pinnacle of existence in Longqinus.
Therefore, it was very easy to distinguish a person's strength in Longqinus. Any magic or Dou Qi was differentiated by color, and the color when released could completely show the user's strength.
"Please, please."
Pirlo moved aside in fear and trepidation.
The old mage showed a trace of a smile on his face, nodded slightly to Pirlo, and then followed him into the Magician's Guild.
In the guild hall, there was a huge amount of magic elements. The floor was inlaid with mithril, and a magic hexagram emitted a faint silver light. The interior of the guild seemed very empty, and this had a lot to do with the scarcity of mages. For a small kingdom like Arcadia, the number of mages could only be described as sparrows. Therefore, although the status of the guild in the kingdom was very high, it was still very deserted.
Pirlo didn't let the old mage wait for too long. After a while, he had already invited an equally old mage out from the guild. This Magician was wearing a green magic robe and looked similar to the old Magician who had just arrived.
"Praise the Faran. Greetings, mage from afar. I am the acting president of the Arcadia Kingdom's Magician's Guild, fire mage Diarra. "
Diarra slowly bowed to the white-robed old magician as he spoke. At the same time, a light cyan flame appeared on his right hand, showing that he was indeed a Primary Cyan Level magician. This was the highest form of etiquette a magician could show. With Diarra's status in Arcadia, he didn't even need to do this to see the king. There was only one reason why he was so respectful. It was because the white-robed mage in front of him was from Faran.
"Praise the Faran. My name is Qin Shang, and I come from Faran. This is a letter from Faran."
Qin Shang transferred the wooden staff in his hand to his left hand, and stretched out his right hand in front of Diarra. A faint light flashed, and a sheepskin scroll appeared in his palm.
Both Pirlo and Diarra were shocked by the scene in front of them. They could clearly see that although the light in Qin Shang's hand was very faint, the color of the light was purple.
Diarra's hands trembled as he received the sheepskin scroll. He slowly unfurled it. There was nothing on the sheepskin scroll; it was just a blank space. Diarra didn't find it strange, though. He subconsciously looked at Qin Shang, who was standing in front of him.
Qin Shang's right hand moved, and a faint Violet Light covered the sheepskin scroll. Suddenly, a line of words appeared under the purple light. Diarra read excitedly, "Yes, Purple Level 1 Divine Musician Qin Shang has taken over the position of president of the Arcadia Kingdom's Magician's Guild. Ah, you are a Divine Musician? "
This time, Diarra and Pirlo's surprise had turned into horror.
Divine Musicians were a branch of Spirit Mages, and they used musical instruments to release magic. It could be said that they were the noblest of all mages on the continent, but at the same time, they were also the most useless. This was because it was very difficult for a Divine Musician to practice beyond the Yellow Level. At most, they could only play a small role in boosting morale on the battlefield. For a long time, only the daughters of great nobles or princesses of various countries would be interested in learning this noble, but useless, magic. However, this old mage in front of him was actually a Divine Musician, and a Purple Level Divine Musician at that! Diarra couldn't believe his eyes. However, at the bottom right corner of the scroll, there was an ancient symbol surrounded by a silver hexagram, which represented the Fantasy Tower of Faran's Seven Towers. It was obvious that this mage, Qin Shang, had passed the test of the Fantasy Tower before coming here. And the purple magic energy that he released was so real.
Qin Shang's old face showed a trace of nostalgia. He turned his body to the northwest. He couldn't forget what he had experienced in the Fantasy Tower for a long time. That was real magic!
Diarra quickly returned to normal. Faran's handwritten order could not be faked. He quickly rolled up the sheepskin scroll and handed it to Qin Shang respectfully. "Diarra and Pirlo greet the president."
Qin Shang took back the scroll and said, "How many mages are there in Arcadia now?"
Hearing Qin Shang's question, Diarra couldn't help but show a trace of bitterness. "Arcadia has a total of one Cyan Level mage, three Green Level mages, twenty-four Yellow Level mages, sixty-seven Orange Level mages, and two hundred and thirteen Red Level mages. Most of them have joined the army, and there are only a dozen of them left in the guild. "
Qin Shang's face showed a hint of surprise. "So few? Although magic training is a long process, there are tens of millions of people in Arcadia. Are there only three hundred mages? I remember that there were not so few mages in other countries! "
Diarra sighed and said, "Of course there were not so few in the past. Our Kingdom of Arcadia has always been famous for having fire mages. But now, the country's national strength is getting weaker and weaker. The mages with a little bit of strength have all gone to the two neighboring empires. Those who are willing to stay are naturally … But this time, you are here. Do you think there is a Purple Level Great Mage? Our Arcadia has not had a purple level powerhouse for hundreds of years. I believe that our Arcadia Guild of Magic will become stronger under your leadership. "
Although he was not young anymore, he couldn't help but get excited when he said this. The way he looked at Qin Shang was even a little fanatical.
At this time, a beautiful and elegant voice came from outside. "Is Master Diarra here?"
Diarra was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of a smile appeared on his face. He apologized to Qin Shang, who was next to him, and then went out to greet him. After a while, a young woman followed behind Diarra into the hall.
The woman was extremely beautiful. She had long black hair and a fair face. She wore a green dress, and her face looked a little plump, but it didn't affect her noble temperament. Regardless of whether she was walking or standing, she always gave people a feeling of being perfectly straight, as if her slender waist would never bend. At this time, she was holding a swaddle in her arms. Even breathing could be heard from inside, and the baby seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Seeing this woman, Qin Shang's eyes brightened. His slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened, and his eyes shone brightly.
The woman immediately felt his burning gaze. She frowned slightly, and a green light flashed in her eyes as she looked towards Qin Shang. The moment their eyes met, the light in the woman's eyes became dazed for a moment. When she returned to normal, her expression changed, and she subconsciously hugged the swaddle in her arms tighter.
Diarra was still a little confused, and did not notice this. He asked the woman, "Mei Ying, where's Ye Chong? Why didn't he come with you? You just finished your confinement period, right? "
Mei Ying instinctively took half a step to the side and smiled. "Oh, him? He's been training hard recently, so I came alone. Master, our child is already one month old. Please give him your blessing. "
The blessing of a sorcerer was the best protection for a newborn. The higher the level of the sorcerer, the healthier the newborn would be, and would not be limited by magical properties.
Diarra laughed and promised, "No problem. Didn't I say that when your child is born, I will give him my blessing. Oh, by the way, let me introduce you. This is the new leader of the Guild, Master Qin Shang from Faran. "
While he saw someone familiar, he did not forget the new leader beside him.
Mei Ying did not seem to forget the way Qin Shang looked at him. He only bowed lightly and said, "Praise be to Faran. Greetings, Master."
Just as Qin Shang was about to speak, he heard the loud cry of a baby coming from the swaddling clothes. A pair of white lotus-shaped arms stretched out from the swaddling clothes and waved gently, as if it wanted to break free from its mother's embrace.
The words that Qin Shang was about to say were stuck in his throat when he saw the baby's tiny hands in Mei Ying's arms. That pair of white and tender hands only had four fingers. There was no left or right little finger. Ever since he appeared in the Guild of Magic, this was the first time that there was a great fluctuation in his expression, and the extent of the fluctuation surprised everyone present.
Qin Shang took a step forward and arrived in front of Mei Ying. His old face was flushed with excitement. He raised his trembling hands and touched the pair of tender, crystal-like hands. His quick movements did not look like that of a sorcerer, but more like that of a warrior.
"What are you doing?"
Mei Ying grunted and took two steps back. Although Qin Shang's speed wasn't slow, what he touched was only an illusion.
Qin Shang didn't chase after her. His gaze followed the pair of pink and tender hands. He stood there in a daze, even forgetting to put down his hands that he had just raised. "Eight fingers, born with eight fingers. There really is someone born with eight fingers. Genius, this is definitely a genius! "
Diarra was shocked by the scene in front of him. He quickly took a few steps forward and stood between Mei Ying and Qin Shang. He said anxiously, "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, Master Qin Shang, you, you …"
Qin Shang was, after all, a Grand Sorcerer who had just advanced to become a Grand Sorcerer. His expression gradually calmed down. He lowered his head and looked at the magic hexagram inlaid with Mithril. After a moment of silence, his eyes revealed a trace of ecstasy. He clapped his hands together and was as happy as a child. "Praise Faran. Good, that's it."
Qin Shang raised his head and looked at Mei Ying's wary and curious gaze. He smiled. He had to admit that even though his face was full of wrinkles, his exquisite attire was still very gentlemanly. "Miss Mei Ying, you're here today to give your child a magical blessing, right?"
Mei Ying nodded subconsciously.
Qin Shang looked at Diarra and said, "If that's the case, let me bless this child."
Diarra was stunned. In this world, it was not easy for a full-moon baby to receive the blessings of a sorcerer, let alone a Purple Grand Sorcerer. Only the princes and princesses of those big countries could receive such treatment!
"This …"
Diarra looked at Mei Ying. He was already 67 years old and could naturally see the change in Qin Shang's expression after seeing Mei Ying's child. He could not help but hesitate. With his relationship with Mei Ying, if their child was harmed here, how could he explain it?
Mei Ying's eyes revealed a faint trace of coldness, which made the arrogance in her bones even more obvious. "Mr. President, I want to know why."
The calmness in Qin Shang's eyes had already disappeared when he saw the pair of small hands. His eyes revealed a trace of deep emotion, and even his voice was a little more magnetic. "Because his hands are the most perfect pair of hands I have ever seen in this world. Miss Mei Ying, I mean no harm. "
The coldness in Mei Ying's eyes gradually disappeared. Indeed, although Qin Shang's eyes were filled with passion, from the aura that he emitted, there was not the slightest bit of malice. Instead, it was filled with a sense of closeness. However, when she heard Qin Shang mention her son's hands, her face could not help but turn unusually ugly. "Master Qin Shang, why do you say that my child's hands are the most perfect in the world? Are you mocking me? "
A person's hands each had five fingers. To a warrior, every finger was extremely important. Although the child in Mei Ying's arms had only lost his left and right little fingers, it had a great impact on his grip on weapons. He could not even hold his sword tightly. Which parent did not want their child to be perfect? Mei Ying was no exception. However, everything about the child was good except for the fact that he was born with eight fingers. She had already decided that her child could not become a Master Swordsman, but that was the hope of the whole family!
"Oh, no, no. Praise be to Faran. I swear in the name of Faran that I did not mean to mock you."
Qin Shang's eyes were filled with emotion as he looked at the struggling and crying baby. The lines on his face were surprisingly gentle. "Perhaps to others, these hands are incomplete, but to people like me, they are absolutely perfect. Wait a moment, and you will understand. "
Under the gaze of Mei Ying, Diarra, and Pirlo, Qin Shang slowly sat down cross-legged. A light flashed on his right hand, and Mei Ying could faintly see that it was a ring on Qin Shang's right little finger. The Space Ring was one of the most important magic tools for a mage.
A reddish-brown zither appeared on his knees. It had seven strings, and they shone with a faint silver light. Qin Shang pressed his hands on the strings, and his expression changed drastically.
His old face became calm and modest, and his entire body was filled with the aura of life. It was as if he had been sitting there since the beginning of time, maintaining the same posture. White clothes, silver hair, ancient zither. The moment his hands touched the zither, his entire person had completely merged with everything in the Magic Guild's hall. Unconsciously, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
He raised his left hand slightly and pressed it on the body of the guqin above the strings. He did not touch the guqin, and the thumb and index finger of his right hand clasped together, while his middle and ring fingers gently pressed on the five strings. His thumb released, and his index finger lightly plucked on the seven strings, causing a clear hum. The clear sound was deep and rich, and lingered in the air. In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, and the crying of the baby stopped.
In the swaddling clothes, a pair of big, black eyes looked in the direction of the sound, and a few soft murmurs came from his mouth.
Whether it was an advanced mage like Pirlo, a Magic Shooter like Diarra, or a warrior like Mei Ying, after hearing this clear sound, it was as if all the impurities in their bodies had been removed in an instant. Their bodies and blood vessels were unimpeded, and they felt indescribably comfortable.
"The Dragon Chant of the Withered Wood. You are …"
The hidden hostility in Mei Ying's eyes disappeared at this moment. He looked at Qin Shang with some surprise and some joy.
Qin Shang did not answer. He only smiled slightly, and both his hands moved at the same time. His left hand pressed lightly, and his right hand plucked slightly. A moving melody floated out. The Instrumental Sound was delicate and subtle. His fingers quietly controlled the rhythm, and the rhythm was light, slow, and heavy. The rhythm was light and quick, and it had a lingering, lingering feeling. A faint purple light was emitted from the silver strings along with the rhythm of his hands. Circles of faint purple light enveloped the hall, but did not spread.
A mage's mental strength was undoubtedly much stronger than an ordinary person's. However, Pirlo and Diarra had already lost themselves in the soul-stirring music. Their eyes were filled with joy and confusion, and they had completely forgotten where they were.
Mei Ying was the only one who was conscious. She did not know why she was able to remain conscious despite the fact that her mental strength was far inferior to that of a Magician. She could clearly see that the faint purple light was gathering in one direction, and that direction was the swaddle in her arms.
The baby had stopped crying. When Mei Ying looked down at his baby, he was surprised to see that his son was smiling. His little hands, which only had four fingers each, were waving gently in the air. In this delicate and subtle Instrumental Sound, the order in which his hands waved actually matched the order in the Instrumental Sound. The faint purple light was also quietly entering his body, causing some strange changes in him.
Is this really happening? Mei Ying felt as if a lifetime had passed. Even after the Instrumental Sound had quietly ended, he still had not recovered from the shock.
"Twirling around the head of a brocade, dripping with sweat. The strings are loosened to tune the precious pillar, and the Sheng is swallowing the silver reed. Using the Spring Thunder Zither to play this song, Green Water, is the most suitable for cleansing this child's body and mind. "
Qin Shang's voice pulled Mei Ying back from the dreamy feeling. When he looked up, he saw that Qin Shang's eyes were shining with a terrifying silver light. The ancient zither on his knees had disappeared. When he looked at his baby in his arms, he realized that he had already fallen asleep. His even breathing was so pleasant to listen to. His baby's skin seemed to have become even more radiant, and there was a sweet smile on his beautiful little face.
"Genius, he is an absolute genius. My judgment was right. Even though he is only one month old, he can still feel the true beauty of my Instrumental Sound. I really envy the Bamboo Sect! Why isn't it with me? Now you should understand why I admire his perfect little hands. For a zither master, the little fingers of the left and right hands are forbidden. They are basically useless. When one practices the zither, the extra little fingers will more or less interfere with one's performance. As a Divine Musician, I knew far too much about this. There used to be a legend that said that a person with six fingers on each hand was called the Six-Fingered Zither Devil. That is pure fiction. Playing the zither requires eight fingers on both hands. How perfect is it to be born with eight fingers! "
Qin Shang said with a sigh.
"Master, what exactly are you …"
Mei Ying asked tentatively. The arrogance in his voice had long disappeared. It was not because of the purple light that was emitting from Qin Shang's body, but because of the Green Water, and the sound of the Withered Wood Dragon.
Qin Shang said, "I came from Faran. If it was not for the Azure Sea, why would I come here? I wanted to find a disciple to inherit my skills, but I did not expect that the genius I admire is from the Bamboo Sect. Let's go, bring me to your father-in-law. Ye Li, oh Ye Li, we have not seen each other for decades. I wonder if your body is still strong. "
Mei Ying suddenly came to his senses. "Your surname is Qin, and the Withered Wood Dragon. You are from the Zither Sect …"
Qin Shang smiled and gestured for Mei Ying to keep quiet. "It seems that after more than twenty years, I really have to have a good talk with Old Ye Li."
Mei Ying looked at Pirlo and Diarra and asked softly, "Master, what about them?"
Qin Shang coughed lightly, and a purple light flashed in his eyes. Diarra and Pirlo, who were in a daze, finally came to their senses. Diarra sighed and said, "Wonderful, this is really wonderful. Praise the Faran, this is the first time I have seen the power of a Divine Musician. President, I hope to learn more from you in the future. "
Qin Shang shook his head and said, "What you felt was the power of spiritual magic, but you do not know how to appreciate music. The difference between spiritual magic and elemental magic is too big. "
As he said this, he used his body to block Diarra and Pirlo's view and gave Mei Ying a look.
Mei Ying understood and said, "Thank you, Master Qin Shang, for blessing my son with magic. If you are free, I would like to invite you to the Azure Sea, so that we can play host. What do you think?"
Qin Shang nodded and said, "Then I will not stand on ceremony."
Diarra was a little surprised and said, "Praise the Faran, Mei Ying, I don't think I have received such treatment before!"
Mei Ying smiled and said, "There will be opportunities in the future. Master Qin Shang, please. "
…
The Azure Sea was named after the Hai Yang, which was green and hollow. Wasn't bamboo also green and hollow? Therefore, the Blue Sky Sea referred to a dense and flourishing bamboo forest.
The Azure Sea was located thirty kilometers west of Luna City. All sorts of dark green bamboos formed a different kind of scenery. As the faint light flickered, all that could be seen was a soft green light. Every single bamboo stood proudly.
To the people of Arcadia, the Azure Sea was a strange place. It produced a large amount of fresh bamboo, but no one had ever been able to go deep into the Azure Sea. No one knew how wide the Azure Sea was. It bordered the Kingdom of Arcadia and the Kingdom of Landias to the west of Arcadia. Everyone who entered the Azure Sea would inexplicably walk out of the place they entered after going deeper. No one knew why. In this bamboo forest, besides bamboo shoots, there were no other rich specialties, so no one paid attention to it and disturbed it.
The temperature in the Azure Sea was very different from that in Luna City. Perhaps it was because there were many green bamboos growing here, but as soon as one entered the Azure Sea, the heat in the air would naturally dissipate.
Mei Ying carried his beloved child and walked with Qin Shang in the sea of bamboo. He exclaimed, "Senior, your stamina is really good. You have walked such a long way and yet you do not show any signs of fatigue. This is the first time I have seen a sorcerer like you. "
Thirty kilometers was naturally nothing for a warrior, but for a sorcerer, it was a long distance. If one looked closely, they would see that the swaddle in Mei Ying's arms was surrounded by a faint air current. That was Mei Ying's Battle Energy, protecting his precious child from the heat in the air.
Qin Shang laughed bitterly, "Haven't you heard of that saying? It's the Divine Sound that is useless. As a Divine Sound Sorcerer, I do not have the Acceleration Spell that an elemental sorcerer can use, and I do not want to have any followers. No matter where I go, I have to rely on my own two legs. Over time, I can naturally walk further than ordinary people, and my stamina is stronger than other sorcerers. "
As he spoke, Qin Shang realized that the bamboo forest in front of him seemed to have become a little more illusory. A knowing smile appeared on his face, and he casually broke off a bamboo branch from his side. As he walked forward, he began to knock on the bamboo beside him. The speed at which he knocked was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, creating a special sound. He did not let Mei Ying lead the way, and directly walked into the depths of the bamboo forest. To an ordinary person, it was impossible to cross the Azure Sea. To an old customer like him, how could he stop them?
Mei Ying seemed to have already guessed it, so he was not surprised. His footsteps became a little more illusory, and he followed behind Qin Shang, walking into the depths of the bamboo forest.
Near the center of the Azure Sea, there was a row of neatly arranged bamboo houses. There were more than ten of them, and they looked especially elegant in the dancing shadows of the bamboos. Before Mei Ying and Qin Shang could reach the bamboo houses, an old voice came from one of the bamboo houses, "Ying 'er, why did you bring outsiders here? Have you forgotten what I told you?"
Before Mei Ying could speak, Qin Shang laughed and scolded him, "Ye Li, you're not even going to meet an old friend?"
The door of the bamboo house in the middle opened, and a figure appeared in front of Mei Ying and Qin Shang almost instantly. Although his movements were extremely fast, they were as smooth as flowing water, and did not give off any sense of abruptness.
Ye Li was even taller than Qin Shang. His long grey hair hung loosely behind him, and the wrinkles on his face were significantly less than Qin Shang's. He looked to be in his fifties, and his back was ramrod straight. His eyes shone with an intimidating aura, and the vicissitudes of a mature man were evident on his body. As soon as he saw Qin Shang, he immediately grabbed him with his large hands. Qin Shang did not dodge, and allowed his hands to grab his shoulders.
"Old friend, why are you here? We haven't seen each other for more than twenty years. "
Ye Li said excitedly.
Qin Shang's calm temperament disappeared in front of Ye Li, and he made a somewhat comical expression as he said, "I'm here to see you! You're still so young, but I'm old. It's better to cultivate Battle Energy! Magic ages people too easily. I remember that you're older than me by a year. "
Ye Li said impatiently, "What's there to be young about? Can't you see that my hair is turning white? Come, let's talk inside. "
As he spoke, he pulled Qin Shang into the house, but along the way, he glanced at his grandson in Mei Ying's arms.
The layout of the bamboo house was very simple, with a bamboo bed, a bamboo table, and a bamboo chair.
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