Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

"March 1, 1259, the sixth era..."

Tilan bent over the table and wrote this line of handwriting, then gently gathered her long black hair in front of her body with one hand and stood up.

The courtyard outside the window was full of greenery. This was a manor outside the city of Qianliu. Walking out of the courtyard, you can see the rolling green fields, the earth is covered with newly grown green shoots and tender grass, and not far away is the white urban building complex, neat and clean.

This manor is the property of Qinglian Academy. Now Qinglian Academy is a high school in Qianliu City, and many local young people are studying there. This manor is the archive and retreat hall of the academy, where the sword of the Qinglian Sword Palace, as well as many cultural relics and ancient books, are stored.

Sometimes a quiet environment is needed for cultivation. This place is away from the city, the scenery is pleasant, and the surrounding fields are open and suitable for sword practice and exercise, so Qinglian Academy built this manor.

In fact, Tilan is also the legitimate heir of the Qinglian Academy. If her uncle retires one day, she will probably be the head of the Qinglian Sword Sect and take charge of the extraordinary faction and school.

The architecture of the entire manor has an oriental charm, but also has a modern sense of technology, special white building materials, a silver-white metal central square, projected blue lotus, bright white light strips, screens everywhere, etc.

The construction here has been completed, but it has not yet been officially put into use, so it looks quite empty and quiet.

The hall in the front yard has no walls, and there are pillars all around. The wind passes through the hall freely. The high eaves dome is about 20 meters above the ground. The entire hall can accommodate thousands of people to practice swords together, or other activities.

Tilan walked slowly in a moon-white dress, and her fingertips touched the vermilion pillars on the side of the hall. Waves of faint stone coolness came from her fingertips.

After passing this hall, we continue to go inside to the "door"-shaped building complex. The main body is divided into three parts, each with three floors, like a palace, and is divided into large rooms, which may be used for teaching or other purposes in the future. Further inside, there are residential areas, dining and shopping areas, and medical experimental areas, but many of them are still empty and no one is there.

After touring the entire "Biegong" manor, Tilan returned to her exclusive white attic, where the environment is elegant, surrounded by trees and bamboo forests. When Tilan walked under the tree, she could still hear the chirping and cuckoo calls.

Back in the attic, Tilan took off her shoes, walked on the bamboo mat in white socks, knelt down slightly, put her snow-white ankles side by side behind her, then took out the bamboo flute, placed it across her lips, and blew it gently.

She hasn't practiced this skill for a long time. It's rare that she has some free time recently, so she will play it for a while.

The green bamboo flute is as colorful as willow leaves in March, and as mellow as spring swallows brushing the forest. It is agile and graceful. As Tilan plays, her eyes turn from blue to light green, and a green lotus mark appears between her eyebrows, which is the mark of her transition to the natural sequence.

After the song ended, Tilan slowly put down the flute and slowly experienced the feelings and experience of playing just now.

In the Qinglian Xijian Palace, there are several sets of practice methods that must be performed while playing musical instruments. With the help of music, you can get into a state, so as to achieve the effect of cleansing your spiritual consciousness, achieving a stable state of mind, and driving away distracting thoughts.

After a few minutes, Tilan opened her eyes again and continued to play the bamboo flute, but this time the song was much lighter, like a happy tit lightly jumping and flying in the woods, pecking at bright red, crisp and sweet berries.

The snow-white fingertips rose and fell on the bamboo flute from time to time, and the sound that was more moving than the bird came out.

During the performance of this song, Tilan gradually immersed herself in it, and then a faint and indistinct magical light sand emerged in the space of nearly a thousand meters. They were extremely light, and when the wind blew, they swayed slightly, and drifted to the sky and the distance with the airflow.

In this "Biegong" manor, many trees and tender grass in the corners began to sprout and grow. They seemed to stretch their branches slowly, but they gradually extended and changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The green creepers grew along the walls, and the grass under the trees began to grow rare buds. The small trees that had just been transplanted not long ago grew taller step by step and became more and more lush. The thin green bark became more and more rough and hard, until it finally cracked and was squeezed open by a new layer of bark inside.

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After an unknown amount of time, Tilan finally woke up from the music she was immersed in. At this time, the entire ‘Biegong’ manor was also covered with various plants. The creepers on the walls were layered, the thick trees had dense branches and leaves, and the flowers and plants in the corners were blooming and beautiful. It was obviously a place that had just been built, but it was like an ancient temple that had been silent for hundreds of years.

Tilan walked through the corridor and building with her skirt lifted up with curiosity to see the changes in the surrounding environment. Although she had practiced the natural sequence, this was the first time she had seen such a supernatural phenomenon. She had never expected that she could bring about such a big change, because in her impression, if she fully released her magic power, the performance would at most make the flowers and plants bloom.

After walking around, Tilan stopped under a big tree in the courtyard. This tree was originally only as thick as her waist, but now it took two Tilans to hug it, and the surrounding floor was lifted up.

Is the effect really that big? The girl placed her fingers on the trunk, closed her eyes and concentrated, carefully sensing the structure and internal conditions of the tree. The thick and tough wood was densely covered, and the tree had a good nutrient circulation inside, which meant that the water supply was slightly insufficient, probably because it had just finished growing.

Opening her eyes, Tilan jumped up lightly, stepped on the branches of the trunk, and came to the hollow position of the tree canopy. From here, she could overlook the entire manor and had a good view.

Like walking on a balance beam, Tilan played for a while, then sat on a horizontal branch, took out the bamboo flute again, put it to her lips and blew it gently.

Unlike the previous complete immersion, this time she paid a little attention to observe the changes in her performance.

Sure enough, not long after, a light breeze blew across the entire manor, especially the big tree under her, as if some magical mutation had occurred, gradually absorbing the weak magic power condensed in the wind and transforming it into her own power.

After Tilan finished playing the song, a lot of green small fruits had grown on the big tree. Although they looked very green and could not be eaten, they really stored a lot of nutrients and extremely pure magic.

If these fruits were used to refine spiritual medicine, the effect would probably be great. The girl held a fruit and thought carefully. In fact, many spiritual medicines now appear directly in the form of fruits, but those fruits are often expensive and are cultivated in the secret orchards of some large companies.

Generally speaking, it is easy for a supernatural person to manipulate and command magic power, but it is extremely difficult to condense it and transform it into some supernatural things. It is like you can easily draw water with a bucket, but if you want to condense water into a special shape, you have to make the water mixed with a lot of impurities non-toxic, which requires completely different abilities.

Even for a famous giant company, it takes 1-2 years to cultivate a brilliant gold-level supernatural fruit, and during this period, a strict environment, magic supply, and prevention of premature fruit drop are required. If it is a high-level colorful crystal-level fruit, it may take 8-10 years, and the resources consumed during this period are even greater.

Well, if I don’t become a singer one day, I can run my own orchard and raise small animals at ordinary times, Tilan thought while sitting on the tree branch, her legs hanging in the air and shaking lightly.

Although the singer’s career has not yet been accomplished, Tilan has begun to think about her life after retirement.

A few minutes later, Tilan slowly descended from the tree and called the contact person in Qianliu City.

Soon after, several hovercrafts drove over, and some members wearing blue-black windbreakers got off. They were members of the Qinglian Sword Sect and also staff members of the Qinglian Academy.

"Lord Tilan." The leader saw Tilan and bowed with his fists.

"No need to be polite, just follow me." Tilan shook his head slightly and led a group of people into the interior of the "Biegong" manor. The huge changes that took place here immediately surprised the accompanying personnel. They looked around for a few seconds before they reacted.

"It will be complicated to explain the matter, just think that I accidentally caused it." Tilan blinked.

"A lot of flowers and plants have grown, and the trees have become much bigger. They probably look a lot better, but they are a little messy, so you need to trim and clean them up."

"No problem, we'll ask the gardener to trim them later."

This is not a big deal, or rather, such an environment can highlight the long-standing heritage of the sword sect, which makes everyone admire and yearn for it. As for Tilan saying that it was caused by accident, they think it must be the girl's modesty, because Tilan has such a plain and gentle personality. If she said directly that she did it according to her own wishes, it would not be like that.

Afterwards, Tilan asked about their swordsmanship and secret arts training. These people are the backbone of the Qinglian Sword Sect today. They are still young. Although their strength is not as good as those of the older generation of "divine generals", they have greater potential for future growth.

"Please teach me, Master Tilan."

It's useless to just talk. Everyone is looking forward to getting the guidance of this girl. If it were in ancient times, Tilan would definitely be the contemporary 'Sword Son' of Qinglian Xijian Palace, that is, the designated successor to the throne. There have been many times in history where the Sword Son is stronger than the contemporary throne. After all, the Sword Son is not available in every generation. It must be extremely talented and strong to a certain extent to get this title.

After thinking for a while, Tilan nodded. She raised her wrist, and a light green branch fell from the giant tree behind her. Her white fingers held the branch and shook it gently. The forks and protrusions on the edge of the branch slid down, revealing a light white wooden sword body.

"You, um, let's go one by one." Originally wanted to let them go together, but considering that it would be difficult to give instructions, Tilan let them go one by one.

"Yes!" Then the leader pressed the hilt of the sword on his side with his palm, and suddenly pulled it out. The sword light was green and pierced the girl's face.

Facing the same Qingluan swordsmanship as hers for the first time, Tilan felt a sense of freshness, and then leaned back and slightly avoided it. At the same time, the wooden sword turned, like the wind around the beam, spiraling the opponent's sword blade, and then used the force to lift it up, causing the opponent's sword handle to fly directly out of his hand, into the air, and inserted into the giant tree behind him.

In this move, Tilan did not use any powerful abilities or magic, but relied purely on skills and swordsmanship to win, which amazed the spectators.

"Come again." After the girl stood still, the wooden sword in her hand made a slight sword flower, and then put it behind her, and the Qingfeng sword on the giant tree was also taken out by the airflow and inserted back into the opponent's scabbard.

"Yes."

In the next few games, Tilan practiced with them while guiding them to use the sword skills that were not smooth. Although these new generation of "sword protectors" were far less powerful than her, they used the same set of swordsmanship and had their own different understandings, which also brought some inspiration to Tilan.

It seems that using it this way is indeed very interesting and worth learning from.

Finally, in the evening when the sun was setting, the sword training course slowly came to an end. At this time, a lot of chopped leaves and fallen branches had fallen on the ground of the courtyard square. From the smooth broken edges of those leaves, it can be seen that the sword moves were sharp and swift at that time. Some juice from them overflowed and scattered in the air, exuding a faint fragrance of plants and trees.

"Let's stop here today." Tilan announced in a moon-white dress that gave the sunset a faint golden red color.

"Thank you, Lord Tilan." Everyone bowed again with a fist.

Walking in the courtyard full of fallen leaves, Tilan looked around the surrounding buildings and landscapes again, and a faint sense of affection and nostalgia rose in her heart.

I don't know how many people will practice swords here in the future, passing down the Qinglian Sword School from generation to generation, and she has also contributed to it, which brings an unknown sense of stability, as if the duckweed with no fixed place to live has finally found an anchor point and settled down.

She is a singer, a person who likes a peaceful and gentle environment, a descendant of the Qinglian Sword School, and Heshia Tilan.

Bathing in the evening breeze for a long time, everyone looked at the back of the girl in front of them. The slightly fluttering long hair seemed to blend into the scenery of the sunset, with an indescribable beauty. Such a scene was deeply remembered by many people, and it was still vivid in their memory decades later.

In the next three months, Tilan stayed in this "Biegong" manor, occasionally going to Qianliu City to communicate with her uncle about the arrangements of affairs in the city and learn some experience and knowledge. Although her life seemed peaceful, Tilan's understanding of the natural sequence was improving day by day. Many secret techniques and abilities that she had no time to practice before were also being mastered quickly, and she felt like a fish in water.

Originally, she, like Themisia, had a higher talent in the natural sequence, but she deliberately did not choose this path because of her heart knot in the past. Now she slowly releases her nature, and after her mentality is calm, she is growing rapidly.

One day, Tilan sat at a low table in the attic, using a pen to transcribe the secret memory she obtained from the inherited sword. On the light yellow pages, beautiful and timeless handwriting continued to be left, clean and clear, giving people a sense of comfort and achievement.

Beside Tilan, such secret books have been piled up to half her height. They were all transcribed and written by her in the past few months. Many of them have been slightly improved and optimized with her own understanding.

Outside the window, the sun is bright, the green leaves are layered and full of vitality, and it is now early summer in June.

After transcribing today's part, Tilan put down her pen, stood up, and walked on the wooden floor of the attic with her feet wrapped in white stockings. Because the stockings are thin, she can feel the slight gap between the wooden boards. Compared with ceramic floors, wood is more comfortable to step on, which is why Tilan likes not to wear shoes at home.

When Tilan was about to lie down on the bamboo bed next to her for a nap, a slight ticking sound came from the personal terminal on the table.

Who is looking for me? Tilan thought about it, walked over, picked up the terminal to check the information.

This is an email from 'Gray Dust Crystal', asking Tilan about the Ziqiu Star Region.

It turned out that in recent years, the vigorous restoration and improvement of the four-leaf crystal environment has attracted a lot of attention, and the Ziqiu Star Region also has a huge project that has been delayed for many years. Therefore, I saw hope, so I wanted to invite Tilan to go by negotiating the project with 'Gray Dust Crystal'.

'Dragon Vein Secret Realm Project...' Tilan read the text above and thought in her heart.

This is a project that simulates the ancient East Continent Dragon Vein System and Cave Heaven Secret Realm. The purpose is to create a special environment like the Peach Blossom Spring, which is more suitable for practice and survival, and can also take into account the role of regulating the local planetary climate.

The ideal is grand, but when it comes to realization, it is found that there are too many difficulties and obstacles, so this plan has been delayed for nearly a hundred years without any major progress.

Why did they suddenly think of me? Is it because they realized that the crystal products of 'Gray Dust Crystal' come from me, Tilan thought, and then shook her head.

It's unlikely. After all, it's a technological singularity sealed by a giant enterprise. Even the people of the Inquisition find it difficult to discover the secrets hidden in it.

Perhaps it was the last time she was a dragon witch in the Bai Ze star field. After all, in ancient times, dragon witches had the function of regulating dragon veins, and she happened to be a singer, so she could play a greater role.

After reading the information sent by 'Gray Dust Crystal' over and over again, Tilan decided to go. Even if she didn't succeed, she could carefully observe and understand the principles of the Dragon Vein Secret Realm Plan, etc.

Civilization needs a ladder for further development. Residents are eager for a better living environment. Individuals hope to better practice the extraordinary sequence. The Federation is also looking for the next field to drive the economy. If the Dragon Vein Secret Realm Plan can really succeed, many things will usher in a turnaround.

For the above reasons, Tilan believes that it is necessary for her to go.