The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

The fragment lay quietly in his palm, like a token left to him by the strange red-haired boy.

It was a small piece, hard and cool to the touch. Miaomiao was worried at first that it would break into pieces, but gradually she felt that it was probably as strange as its owner. Not to mention ordinary external force, even when Miaomiao tried to knock on the edge of the fragment with magic power, it remained motionless.

What an amazing material.

Miaomiao had just put the fragments back into her pocket when she heard another noise coming from outside.

Thump thump thump, the sound of extremely rapid footsteps seemed to be accompanied by the sound of people talking.

"Don't worry, I feel that it's very peaceful here. Nothing must have happened." said a strange and clear male voice.

"How could I not be anxious for my grandson?" With an old man's cold snort, the wooden door was opened again.

"Miaomiao? Are you okay?"

"Grandpa!" Miaomiao's eyes lit up, and her turbulent mood calmed down when she saw the person coming.

He flew forward and crashed into the arms of the person who came in. He was caught firmly and nestled in the familiar embrace, refusing to look up: "You're back!"

Grandpa picked him up easily, checked him up and down carefully, and confirmed that there were no wounds on the child's body. Only then did he finally relax.

"Where's Dahei?" He looked around but didn't see the black bird that always pestered the child.

Miaomiao pointed outside: "Go out."

He subconsciously concealed the existence of the strange boy.

But how could it be hidden? The traces of magic lingering in the air had already revealed everything.

The person who came with Grandpa chuckled. Miaomiao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a very handsome young man looking at him with a smile.

The young man's hair was a pure dark green, and his face was well-defined, but he didn't have the sharp aggressiveness of the red-haired boy. Instead, he was as warm as a piece of jade taken out of ice water, giving people a sense of clarity and flawlessness.

The man held the broken lock in his hand and said jokingly, "Old Xing, your place is truly full of hidden talents. If my perception is correct, this person probably didn't use magic to break your lock."

As he spoke, he picked up the cross-section of the lock. The cross-section, which should have been smooth, was now covered with uneven pits, so densely packed that they looked like many tiny eyes.

The man said, "Magic power breaking the seal wouldn't leave such a mark. It seems he used an extremely strong poison or some other method to bypass the magic and destroy the lock itself. However, poisons this strong are rare. I can only think of a few species, but they don't probably live in this area."

Grandpa's eyes darkened slightly, and he whispered to the child in his arms: "Did Miaomiao see what that person looked like?"

Miaomiao knew that she could no longer hide it.

He nodded obediently and gestured, "It was a brother who was a little taller than me, about this tall. He had red hair and couldn't speak. He stood there after opening the door and later had a fight with Dahei."

"He gave me this before he left." He pulled the triangular fragment from his pocket.

"Let me see." Grandpa stepped forward and wanted to take it.

However, just as he stretched out his hand, a huge stream of bright red flames suddenly burst out from the fragment and rushed straight towards his face. The extremely high temperature made Miaomiao beside him feel pain.

Miaomiao's eyes widened in an instant, and she cried out in panic, "Grandpa!"

He didn't expect that the fragment, which had been lying quietly in his hand like an ordinary stone, would suddenly launch such an attack. If he got close to it, he would be burned to ashes in an instant by the flames.

Fortunately, my grandfather reacted faster and dodged backward to avoid the attack range, but the hem of his clothes was still affected, leaving a huge charred hole.

grandfather:"……"

What a shame.

His gaze towards the fragment turned cold, as if he was looking through the fragment at the person behind it.

As Grandpa stepped back, the white triangular fragment returned to Miaomiao's hand. The attached flame slowly dissipated as if it fell into a tranquil stream, turning back to its previous quiet porcelain white color, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion.

But Miaomiao could no longer look at it the same way as before.

"Grandpa, I..."

"It's okay, Miaomiao." Grandpa made a soothing gesture to him, "This little flame can't hurt me. Let's try again."

Miaomiao hesitated, somewhat reluctantly. The young man beside her said with a lazy smile, "Just believe what your grandfather says. If he couldn't even avoid this, he wouldn't be alive today."

Miaomiao looked up suddenly and glared at him angrily.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more." The man raised his hands and made a gesture of begging for mercy, but his eyes and lips were full of smiles. He said in amazement, "You are really cruel."

After entering the door, he kept observing Miaomiao. Miaomiao also noticed that this was probably the teacher his grandfather found for him, but now he just felt that this new teacher was very annoying.

He walked to his grandfather angrily, deliberately staying very close to him. He noticed that the flame avoided him when it was ejected. He didn't know whether it was intentional by the boy or something else, but since it avoided him, he would make himself a shield for his grandfather.

Grandpa was a little helpless: "Miaomiao, don't get so close, it's very dangerous."

Miaomiao looked straight at him and insisted, "I'm going to be here."

Grandpa sighed. There was nothing he could do. Never mind. After all, he could protect him.

Miaomiao bit her lower lip, carefully reached out and held the fragments as she approached her grandfather, having already made up her mind to withdraw her hand as soon as she got angry.

However, this time, no flames came out.

Under Miaomiao's surprised gaze, Grandpa easily touched the surface of the fragment and took it from Miaomiao.

"Has my strength been exhausted?" Miaomiao thought, and her nervous mood relaxed slightly.

What he didn't know was that the moment the fragment left his hand, it suddenly became extremely hot. Although there was no obvious flame, it was still hot enough to destroy a person's limbs.

Grandpa was prepared. The moment he took the fragment, he used magic to separate it from his palm. Noticing the high temperature, he remained calm and sneered, "Ha."

No matter what, he is an eleventh-level magic warrior, and the fragment's sneak attack method is still a bit crude.

As if realizing that it couldn't hurt the person in front of it, the fragments finally settled down, wrapped in magic power and floating quietly in the air, as if they were just an ordinary stone.

But no one would take it lightly anymore. The magic light in Grandpa's hand suddenly lit up, and the huge magic power hit the fragments from top to bottom like a weight of tens of millions of pounds, and the remaining trace of consciousness was crushed in an instant.

Miaomiao only felt that the magic elements in front of her suddenly fluctuated violently, and then white fragments fell from mid-air to the ground.

In the distance, the red-haired boy hiding in the forest groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from his lips.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood, and looked towards the cabin in the forest with cold eyes.

As expected, he was discovered. He was still too weak, and even if he saw something he liked, he couldn't take it back under the guard of the evil dragon.

But it won't be for long.

He glanced at the black bird that was circling in the sky angrily, completely unaware of his presence, and took a last look at the wooden house before diving into the forest without looking back.

He's just broken out of his shell... the next time we meet, he'll be even stronger!

After eliminating the remaining scent, Grandpa handed the fragments back to Miaomiao and asked him to keep them.

Facing the child's puzzled gaze, he explained, "Although the origin of this fragment is unclear, it's an excellent material for storing magical energy. The flames it produced earlier were probably due to the magic energy it was infused with beforehand. Since you're aiming to be a magician, this fragment will be extremely useful to you. I've tested it, and it can store almost enough of my attack."

Although it was only one strike, it was also an eleventh-level strike.

Such a huge amount of magic power can be contained silently, making it impossible for people to detect it.

Grandpa's eyes were deep. Even without being tempered, this fragment could be considered as a divine weapon.

And... he always felt that this thing seemed to be the scales of some creature.

Even the thought itself seemed incredible to him. A scale capable of holding eleventh-order magic? Then what level would the main body be? He didn't think the kid who pried open the door had such power. If he had, the consciousness he left behind wouldn't have been so easily erased.

Yes, the moment he easily erased his divine sense, he had already sensed the enormous gap in strength between himself and the owner of the fragment. The other party couldn't possibly eliminate his magic power. It must be, as Sang Mo suspected, using some other means to destroy the door lock.

Miaomiao looked at the seemingly ordinary white fragment in her hand. Could the gift that strange boy left for her be so powerful?

But why would he give this to himself when they had never met before?

He clutched the fragments, thinking deeply, but perhaps because he was using too much force, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm.

When he came to his senses, he saw that the tender skin of his fingers had been punctured by the sharp edges of the fragments, and a few drops of bright red blood were flowing from the wound.

Blood stained the edge of the fragment. Miaomiao hissed, and the fragment in his hand suddenly shone brightly and disappeared into the air.

"?"what happened?

He blinked blankly, looking at the empty palm in confusion, but then he turned over his hand as if he had realized something, and saw a silver mark on the snow-delicate skin of his left hand.

"This is……?"

"He has recognized his master." The green-haired man who had been watching quietly on the side suddenly spoke.

He looked at his grandfather with a smile on his face, as if he had anticipated everything that was happening. "Xing Yue, you're still mistaken. Although this thing has a spiritual consciousness that was added later, it has already developed spiritual intelligence on its own."

He saw it clearly: the fragment emitted a tiny ray of light, piercing Miaomiao's hand, forcing itself to recognize its master. This was truly rare. Spiritual artifacts capable of generating spiritual consciousness were often unruly and unruly, but this was the first time he had seen such a servile person.

"It looks like it really likes your little grandson."

Grandpa snorted coldly: "He is just a person with ulterior motives."

He does not recognize this fragment or the person who sent it.

Seeing that the sky outside was gradually getting dark, it was no use getting distracted by other things. Grandpa decided to get to the point of the day. He stepped aside so that Miaomiao could look directly at the green-haired man's face and introduced him, "Miaomiao, meet me. This is your magic teacher for the next three years."

Miaomiao: "..."

He turned his face away, pursed his lips, and his face was puffed up with anger.

The attitude is obvious. I don't want to see you, I don't want to get to know you.

"Are you still angry?" Sang Mo laughed and took a step forward. He didn't expect that although he looked obedient, he was actually so angry.

This is obviously the character of a child who grew up being pampered. Old guy Xing Yue is actually a doting child in private. I really can't tell.

Naturally, you have to comfort the child you have annoyed yourself.

Sang Mo approached him with a smile and apologized: "I was wrong just now, can you forgive me? I know your grandfather is a very powerful man, so he will definitely be able to avoid the flames. I don't mean to curse him."

He was so sincere and lowered his head, showing no arrogance of an adult. Miaomiao was angry for a while, then felt a little embarrassed. He turned his head and glanced at him, and saw that the man was still smiling at him. His face suddenly turned red, and he immediately turned his head back.

"I know...I know."

"Do you really know? Then are you willing to call me Grandpa Sang?"

"?" Miaomiao couldn't help but glance at the smiling, youthful face of the green-haired young man, then looked at her grandfather, with a clear look of confusion on her face, "Your...grandfather?"

Are they the same age group?

Miaomiao suddenly remembered what her grandfather said before he left, that the teacher he brought back was not a human being.

Grandpa Sang coughed lightly and said in a serious tone, "Don't be fooled by my youthful appearance. I'm actually very old, much older than your Grandpa Xing. To be honest, you should call me ancestor."

Xing Yue frowned and glared at him. He was old, so what was the point of comparing him to others?

Sang Mo, however, was smiling, and seemed to be very proud of his age. He did not have any of the worries that an elderly person would have about the end of his life.

Seeing Miaomiao still a little confused, Xing Yue explained, "His true form is a mulberry tree. He lived long enough to become a spirit. Plant-type mythical beasts are much more difficult to cultivate than animal-type mythical beasts, but they possess near-immortal lifespans. The longer they live, the greater their power. In terms of age, he is indeed the oldest among us."

Now Miaomiao understood and nodded with sudden realization.

"Grandpa Tree will randomly help a princess who's running away," he summarized. "That's what's written in the storybook."

Sang Mo: "..."

The smile on his face froze a little.

Xing Yue's mood suddenly brightened when he saw his expression. Miaomiao had always loved reading those rambling storybooks since she was little, and she'd begged him to bring her from the city. Xing Yue always worried that those less-than-righteous stories would lead her astray and turn her into a villain like him. But then he realized he was more worried about Miaomiao dragging them into playing house, imposing all sorts of characters on the people and mythical beasts around him.

Now there is finally someone to help him share the pain.

Sang Mo looked at the undisguised gloating on Xing Yue's face, sighed, and chuckled helplessly.

He was, of course, the old tree spirit from the Hidden Dragon Mountains. Having lived for nearly ten thousand years and possessing ample communication with the human world, his magical attainments rivaled those of any other master. Furthermore, compared to most masters who specialized in a single element of magic, his breadth of knowledge was even greater.

But he, no, this tree, was incredibly lazy. He had been rooted there for so many years and had never considered moving. If it weren't for Miaomiao, he wouldn't have transformed and left the Hidden Dragon Mountains.

"My full name is Sang Mo. It's the Sang Mo from 'Wait until the sun clears up on the sang paths, and five horses will gallop freely.' You can call me Grandpa Sang or Teacher if you like." He lowered his head to look into the child's eyes. His black pupils were as clear as the sparkling lake water after the rain, without any worldly turbidity. His voice unconsciously softened.

"Miaomiao, although you don't remember, we met when you were a child."

He stretched out his hand, and a green light condensed at his fingertips.

Magically, Miaomiao felt a familiar breath from it, as if it could merge with her body at any time.

The child looked up at him confusedly, not understanding why.

Sang Mo looked at him with a smile without explaining.

He once gave away a jade soul to save the life of a child who was about to die. The power of the jade soul was completely integrated into his body, becoming the existence that supported half of his essence.

Before coming, he had thought that this child might be directly transformed into the same cultivation system as his, but now it seems that the child's own talent is still stronger, and the natural power he gave only became a part of the foundation for his growth.

Although it is a pity to lose a successor who is completely suitable for him, no teacher would refuse to teach such a genius.

All kinds of magic... Sang Mo looked at the child in front of him and was lost in some memories for a moment.

He seemed to have seen such brilliant geniuses in the past, as brilliant as stars and moons. But why did they disappear later?

He suddenly felt a surge of panic, which he could not remember clearly.

Miaomiao's childish voice brought him back to reality from his vague memories: "Teacher."

Sang Mo came back to his senses and saw that the child had accepted the fact and was about to kneel down to pay homage to his master. He immediately stopped him and picked up Miaomiao.

It was so light that it weighed less than a branch.

"Did your grandpa not feed you well?" He propped the confused child in his arms with an elegant smile on his face.

"No need for all the fancy formalities. I'm just giving you some enlightenment education. When you grow up a little more, you'll still have to go to the academy and study with the others."