Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 579: Fallen Leaves, Bamboo Flute, and Sword Dance
"March 1259, 3 of the Sixth Era..."

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

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

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

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

By the way, Tilan is also the legitimate heir of the Qinglian Academy. If her uncle retires one day, she will most likely be the head of the Qinglian Sword Sect, in charge of this 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, and so on.

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 is surrounded by pillars. The wind can flow freely through the hall. The high eaves and dome are about 20 meters above the ground. The entire hall can accommodate thousands of people to practice swords or other activities together.

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

Passing through this hall, continuing inside is a "gate"-shaped building complex. The main body is divided into three parts, each with three floors, like a palace, and is divided into large rooms that may be used for teaching or other purposes in the future. Further in, there are residential areas, dining and shopping areas, and medical experimental areas. However, many of them are still empty and no one is there.

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

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

She hasn't practiced this skill for a long time. Now that she has some free time, she might as well play it for a while.

The green bamboo flute was as colorful as willow leaves in March, and its sound was like the sound of spring swallows fluttering in the woods, lively and melodious. As Tilan played, her eyes turned from blue to light green, and a green lotus mark appeared between her eyebrows, which was a sign of her transformation into the natural sequence.

After the song ended, Tilan slowly put down the flute and slowly savored the feelings and experiences she had just had while playing.

In the Qinglian Xijian Palace, there are several sets of training methods passed down. They must be performed while playing musical instruments. With the help of music, one can get into a state of mind, thereby achieving the effect of cleansing the spiritual consciousness, achieving a stable state of mind, and eliminating distracting thoughts.

A few minutes later, Tilan opened her eyes again and continued to play the bamboo flute, but this time the tune was much lighter, like a joyful titmouse jumping and flying lightly among the woods, pecking at the bright red, crispy and sweet berries.

The snow-white fingertips rose and fell and pressed the bamboo flute from time to time, and a tone more moving than that of a bird came out.

As the music played, Tilan gradually immersed herself in it, and in the space of nearly a thousand meters in radius, faint and indistinct magical light sands emerged. They were extremely light, and when the wind blew, they swayed slightly, and floated into the sky and the distance with the air flow.

In this "separate palace" manor, trees and tender grass in many corners began to sprout and grow. They seemed to be stretching their branches slowly, but they were gradually extending and changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Green ivy grew along the wall, the grass under the tree began to grow rare flower buds, the small trees that had just been transplanted grew taller step by step and became more and more lush, and the previously thin green bark became rougher and harder, until 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 in which she was immersed. At this time, the entire "Bie Palace" manor was covered with various plants. The walls were covered with layers of ivy, 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, curiously, to see the changes in the surrounding environment. Although she had studied 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 to perform, at most she would only make the flowers and plants bloom.

After walking around, Tilan stopped under a big tree in the courtyard. The 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 by the pressure.

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

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

Tilan played for a while, walking between the branches of the trees like walking on a balance beam, then sat on a horizontal branch, took out the bamboo flute again, put it to her lips and blew it softly.

Unlike before when she was completely immersed in the performance, 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 beneath him. It seemed as if some magical mutation had occurred, gradually absorbing the weak magic power condensed in the wind and transforming it into its own power.

By the time Tilan finished playing the song, many small green fruits had grown on the tree. Although they looked green and inedible, they contained a lot of nutrients and extremely pure magic power.

If these fruits are used to refine spiritual medicine, the effect will probably be great, the girl held a fruit in her hand and thought carefully. In fact, many spiritual medicines now appear directly in the form of fruits, but those fruits are often very expensive, and they are all grown in the secret orchards of some large companies.

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

Even for a famous giant enterprise, it takes 1-2 years to cultivate a brilliant gold-grade extraordinary fruit. During this period, a harsh environment, supply of magic power, prevention of premature fruit drop, etc. are required. If it is a high-level colorful crystal fruit, it may take 8-10 years, and the resources consumed during this period are even more enormous.

Well, if I stop being a singer someday, I could run my own orchard and raise some small animals, Tilan thought as she sat on a tree branch, her calves dangling in the air and swaying briskly.

Although the singer's career has not yet been successful, Tilan has already started thinking about her life after retirement.

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

Not long after, several hovercrafts drove up and some members wearing dark blue windbreakers got off. They were members of the Qinglian Sword Sect and also staff members of the Qinglian Academy.

"Lord Tilan." The leader bowed with his fists clasped when he saw Tilan.

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

"It's a bit complicated to explain, so just think of it as an accident on my part." Tilan blinked.

"A lot of flowers and plants have grown, and the trees have grown a lot bigger. It probably looks a lot better, right? But it's a little messy, so we need you to trim and clean it up." "No problem, we'll have the gardener come over to trim it later."

This was not a big deal, or rather, such an environment could highlight the long-standing heritage of the sword sect, making everyone admire and yearn for it. As for Tilan saying that it was an accident, they thought it must be the girl's modesty, because Tilan had such a simple and gentle personality. If she said directly that she did it according to her own wishes, it would not seem like it.

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

"Please teach me, Master Tilan."

Talking is useless, everyone is looking forward to getting guidance from this girl. If this 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, there is not a Sword Son in every generation. One must be extremely talented and strong enough to be awarded 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. She held the branch with her white fingers and shook it gently. The forks and bumps on the edge of the branch slid off, revealing a light white wooden sword body.

"You, um, just go one by one." Tilan originally wanted to let them go together, but considering it would be difficult to give instructions, she let them go one by one.

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

Facing the same Qingluan sword technique as her own for the first time, Tilan felt a sense of freshness. She then leaned back and dodged slightly while the wooden sword turned, like a gust of wind around a beam, spiraling the opponent's blade. She then used the force to lift the opponent's hilt up, causing it to fly out of his hand into the air and stick 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, she swung the wooden sword in her hand into a slight sword flower, then put it behind her back. The green sword on the giant tree was also carried 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 in correcting the imperfect sword techniques. Although these new generation 'sword masters' were far inferior to her in strength, they used the same sword techniques 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 there are things worth learning from it.

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

"Let's stop here today." Tilan announced, wearing a moon-white dress that was tinted with a faint golden and red hue in the sunset.

"Thank you, Lord Tilan." Everyone bowed and clasped their fists again.

Walking in the atrium full of fallen leaves, Tilan looked around at the surrounding buildings and landscapes again, and a faint feeling of nostalgia arose in her heart.

She didn't know how many people would practice sword here in the future, passing down the Qinglian Sword School from generation to generation, and she also contributed to it. This brought an unknown sense of stability, as if a homeless duckweed finally found an anchor and settled down.

She is a singer who likes a peaceful and gentle environment. She is the successor of the Qinglian Sword Sect and is Heshia Tilan.

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

In the next three months, Tilan stayed in this "separate palace" manor, and occasionally went to Qianliu City to discuss the arrangements of affairs in the city with her uncle and learn some experience and knowledge. Life seemed peaceful, but Tilan's understanding of the natural sequence was improving day by day. Many secret techniques and abilities that she had not had 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 had deliberately chosen not to take this path in the past due to some emotional problems. Now that she has slowly released her nature and calmed down, she has made rapid progress.

One day, Tilan sat at a low table in the attic, transcribing with a pen the secret memories she had gained from the inherited sword. On the light yellow pages, elegant and timeless handwriting continued to be left, clean and clear, giving people a sense of comfort and accomplishment.

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

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly, 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 were thin, she could feel the tiny gaps between the wooden boards. Compared with ceramic floors, wood was more comfortable to step on, which was why Tilan liked 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.

Is it someone looking for me? Tilan thought about it, walked over, picked up the terminal and checked the message.

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

It turned out that in recent years, the great restoration and improvement of the Four-Leaf Crystal environment had attracted the attention of many people, and the Ziqiu Star Region also had a huge project that had been delayed for many years, so there was hope. So, taking the opportunity to negotiate the project with the 'Gray Dust Crystal', they wanted to invite Tilan to go.

"Dragon Vein Secret Realm Plan?" Tilan read the words above and thought silently in her heart.

This is a project that simulates the ancient East Continent's dragon vein system and secret caves. Its purpose is to create a special environment like the Peach Blossom Spring that is more suitable for practice and survival, while also regulating the local planet's climate.

The ideal was grand, but too many difficulties stood in the way of its realization, so the plan was delayed for nearly a hundred years without much progress.

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

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

Perhaps it was the last time she attended the festival as a dragon priestess in the Bai Ze star field. After all, in ancient times, dragon priestess 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 failed, she could still observe and understand the principles of the Dragon Vein Secret Realm Plan in detail.

Civilization needs a ladder for further development, residents desire a better living environment, individuals hope to better practice the extraordinary sequence, and the Federation is also looking for the next area to drive the economy. If the Dragon Vein Secret Realm Plan can really succeed, many things will turn around.

For the above reasons, Tilan felt that it was necessary for her to make the trip.

(End of this chapter)