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The customs of the Lantern Festival in the Yongyeon world are very similar to those in the modern world, the difference is that in the Yongyeon world, the atmosphere of lovers' making love during the Lantern Festival is more intense.

Yan Yijun knew early in the morning that Huichuan secretly made a bamboo lantern. It was woven with his favorite golden thread and long-night bamboo. It also shone golden at night, full of dragon aesthetics.That silly boy kept it hidden for a long time, thinking he didn't know.

In fact, he just lost a hair, and he can see it himself, not to mention the bruises under his eyes from staying up late.

Yan Yijun also made one, a small dragon carved out of Jinglei wood, every dragon scale was covered with gold leaf, it was golden and very vulgar, but when he thought of his happy look, he couldn't help but smile.

It's a pity that this lamp could not be sent out after all.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, the high priest pointed at his lantern and revealed his ulterior motives, locked him in the confinement room of the sacrificial tower, and revealed the secret that had been buried for decades, which blew him away. I was so distracted that I could hardly think.

He knelt down on the cold white jade brick in a daze, and in front of his eyes were the spotless white boots of the high priest.

Yan Yijun couldn't imagine that the owner of these white boots turned out to be such a deep-minded schemer.

For many years, he has used the status of a priest to cover up the fact that he is a divination witch. Yes, the abilities of the priest and the divination witch overlap, and there is no separation. Like him, the high priest is also dual-talented. Or should I say, The dual talents of healing and cursing have already been inherited from the other party.

Yan Yijun looked up at him, that familiar yet unfamiliar face, the image of the master he admired for many years and the father he hated in the past overlapped at this moment, it seemed that fate always treated him like this, it was ridiculous and ironic.

"You can't see him, and you can't be together. You are my son, the blood of the Witch King. His Highness Huichuan is the adopted son of the Dragon Emperor and one of the heirs to the throne."

The high priest said this sentence in a flat and straightforward tone, indifferently, his voice was very soft, no heavier than a feather.

But every word is as heavy as a thousand weights to the ears, hitting Yan Yijun's heart like a heavy hammer, making all the bones in his body rattle.

He stared straight up at the High Priest, as if hoping to find any slight flaw in his face and break the frightening deadlock.

"Why?" Yan Yijun was silent for a long time, and finally asked this question.

Just three words contained many questions, but the other party only answered the most important point.

The high priest seemed to sigh: "I'm old. The holy ring has been enshrined in the sacrificial tower for many years, and I have studied it for many years, but it was sealed by the Dragon Emperor himself. If the Dragon Emperor is still alive, I can't break his seal." Sealing, the only chance is when the holy ring comes out of the tower on the occasion of the centennial celebration of the Dragon Clan. The second prince has an extraordinary status in the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Emperor intends to let him serve as a guard at the ceremony. This is the best chance to revive the Witch King. .”

Yan Yijun remained silent for a longer time, and when he spoke again, he still repeated those three words: "Why?"

The high priest was as patient as he was when he was teaching him to practice in the past: "My goal is only the holy ring. Sending someone else will only get him to fight to the death, but you are different. You are the one he relies on and trusts the most. Brother, so, if you don’t want him to die, you’d better find a way to get him to give you the holy ring. This is our most important mission as a descendant of the Witch King, and we must never miss it.”

"You rescued me, deliberately arranged for me to teach and return to Sichuan, just to wait for today?" Yan Yijun heard his deep and indifferent voice echoing coldly in the hall.

The high priest shook his head, and his tone was as calm and calm as ever: "What I have been waiting for is the day when you shoulder the hope of the Wu Clan. I am old and time does not forgive people, but you are different. You are still young. The Dragon Clan His little Highness, who relies on you so much. It is most suitable for you to entrust this task."

The corner of Yan Yijun's mouth curled into a mocking smile. Faced with this ridiculous development, he could still smile calmly: "Why do you think I will be manipulated by you?"

The high priest walked slowly to his side, with regretful and distant eyes: "I have calculated everything, but I missed people's hearts. I never thought that you would fall in love with the second prince. This is my mistake. But have you ever thought about what he treats you? It's the friendship between classmates, brotherhood, or just the dependence of childhood sweethearts. He is just an adult in the Dragon Clan. What I said today, maybe I will forget it when I turn around, in the long lifespan of the Dragon Clan, the decades of friendship between you are just a nap."

The high priest paused for a moment, looked down at Yan Yijun's uncertain face, and continued to analyze their vague future indifferently: "Even if he likes you right now, he will leave the sacrificial tower soon and return to Longyuan Daze Yes, that is his home, and he is very likely to inherit the position of Dragon Emperor in the future, not to mention that it is difficult for the offspring of the Dragon Clan to reproduce, and the Dragon Emperor has the obligation to give birth to offspring, so he will not be the Dragon Emperor, and the Dragon Clan will not Intermarriage with foreigners is allowed, and you are still a Wu clan."

"Like a stranger, is your future."

Yan Yijun stood up abruptly, his gaze was like lightning, his nails dug deep into his flesh, and he paused every word: "It's absolutely impossible."

Like an oath, but also like a hope, nailed into the blood bone inch by inch.

The high priest looked at him with regretful eyes as if looking at a carefully crafted but failed work. He raised the long soul lamp in his hand, and a ray of dark blue fire was lit on the wick.

What followed was the blood flowing in Yan Yijun's veins.

Indescribable pain overwhelmed him, as if being thrown into a hot oil pan to torment, and as if being slowed down by a blunt knife with a curly blade. He couldn't stand anymore, swayed and knelt on one knee, and vomited violently. A mouthful of blood.

He spread his palm tremblingly, the blood was actually black in color.

"Blood witch curse...you..."

Facing Yan Yijun's unbelievable and sad and desperate eyes, the high priest staggered his eyes and didn't look at him, but said calmly: "You are my son, I didn't want to hurt you, but you must know my determination. No one can sabotage my plans, including you."

Yan Yijun supported the wall and stood up, even at this moment, he never wanted to show his embarrassed and cowardly appearance in front of this person.

The high priest sneered coldly: "You are here, think about the way ahead. Don't go out until you figure it out."

……

The forest shrouded in autumn, like this long memory, is bleak and lonely.

Yan Yijun and the high priest confronted each other in this tormenting silence, neither of them wanted to back down.

Only the fallen leaves whirled and fell leisurely, the only witness of this good show.

"Presumptuous!" The high priest spat out these two words heavily, and a majestic and terrifying coercion poured out, roaring in all directions like a wave.

The entire woods were thrown upside down by this violent wave, and they all bowed their knees outward. Countless dead leaves fell off the branches, and they were swept away by the wind.

Yan Yijun was shocked, and suddenly felt a huge pressure on the top of his head like a mountain, almost bending his spine, and there was a faint sound of toothache between the bones.

However, his spine has always stood straight, like a sharp sword that has cut off the mask of gentleness, and is desolate and stubbornly inserted on the cliff, which cannot be broken by wind, rain, frost and thunder.

The high priest stared at him for a long time, and finally put away the silent wrestling between father and son, and said slowly: "At that time, before the Dragon Clan Centennial Ceremony, I told you that you and that little Highness could not be together, you are a witch After the king, he is the prince of the dragon clan, and there are many difficulties between you, and you will not get anyone's blessing."

"But your obsession is too deep. As your father, I can't bear it. I admit that I was ashamed of your mother and son in the past, so I gave you a chance." The high priest seemed to pull the corners of his mouth and smiled. But there was nothing but disappointment and regret in his eyes.

"On the day of the ceremony, I thought you had finally figured it out, but I didn't expect you to be still stubborn. I didn't intend to kill the second prince, but because of your incompetence, I didn't complete the task for a long time. I had to fight at the last moment. , but at that time, if you hadn't rushed forward suddenly, how could my voodoo arrows have shot at you? Maybe at this moment, my long-cherished wish for many years has been fulfilled. But, after all, you are my only son. The plan fell short, but I still saved you."

The chill of late autumn seems to be frozen to the bone, and there is even an illusion that winter is coming early.

Yan Yijun had completely calmed down, and a smile that could not be described as ironic or Yue smeared on the corner of his lips: "Don't talk about your conspiracy so noble. Huichuan is the most precious five-clawed golden dragon of the Dragon Clan. As a Wu Clan, you If you kill him yourself, your soul will bear the imprint of dragon slaying that can never be washed away. At that time, you will shoot that arrow, but you don’t know it yet. Besides, I, as a pawn that you have cultivated for many years, have not yet used it. How can you be willing to throw away all the value?"

The high priest showed a sullen look on his face: "You still can't understand my painstaking efforts. After the second prince fell to the altar of reincarnation, you knelt on the ground and begged me to send you into the present world to find his reincarnation. I can't bear to see you disappear all day long." , to agree to your request."

Listening to the other party constantly emphasizing the "favor" he bestowed on him, Yan Yijun said lightly: "I begged you for three days and three nights and you insisted on refusing until I promised to use the holy ring in exchange for you Collect the descendants of the witch clan who are scattered in this world, so that they can be your help in the future. You are worried about this, and even specially sent a whipman to monitor me."

His sharp words tore off the veil of tenderness, and the high priest's eyes sank completely, and the tightened fingers holding the soul lamp showed the passage of patience: "You shouldn't face your father with a confrontational attitude. I have obeyed Promised to send you to this world, but you broke your promise to me."

"Aren't you worried about the blood witch curse on your body?" The high priest approached him slowly, persuasively, "Just hand over the holy ring and the second prince to me, and I promise not to kill him. If you undo the curse, you will also be allowed to stay in this world, living together."

His pitch-black pupils seem to have a bewitching light, able to see through people's hearts and realize all the most urgent wishes in his heart.

At the edge of the grove, Duan Huichuan, who had not seen Yan Yijun's return for a long time, felt a little uneasy. He followed the direction and carried a plate of grilled river prawns in his hand. with.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Jinlong's New Year's wish: Eating crabs while lying in the pile of gold with his brother in his arms!Cool!

Yan: ...you are hugging me and still want to eat? ? ?