Immortal Voices

Rong Xian's clear eyes stepped forward with a gentle smile. Instead of saying hello to the people buried here, she crouched down and dug a few deep and shallow holes.

She seriously planted the flowers in her arms in the pit, carefully filled the soil, and mobilized the vitality in the wooden spirit beads to make the flowers grow better.

After planting a good flower, she only took two steps forward, came to the tombstone behind the flower, reached out and touched the tombstone, blinked mischievously, and said softly, "Patriarch, I come to see you again. This year's flowers I'll give it to you, after all, everyone else, you've waited for 13 years. "

Rong Xian sat on the ground directly with her knees crossed, and did not abandon her clothes stained with soil. She held a small flower with no variety in her hand and groaned with a smile: "Cpatriarch, you must have guessed right, I said before, As long as I don't see Yu Xiu, I will give the flowers in my hand to others. I will give you the flowers this year. You must have guessed that I saw Yu Xiu. "

The smile on her face is like the gentle wind of the spring day, warm and comfortable, her phoenix eyes are clear and clear, like the vast sky, with shocking tolerance.

The tone of her talk was warm and melodious, as if she was telling a happy story, which made her heart warm into a puddle of water: "Patriarch, you must not know how Yu Xiu has grown now. That child was naughty and mischievous when he was young. Stay, like a thorny buttock, you have a headache for a long time and did not teach him hard, but now Yu Xiu has become very stable. "

Rong Xian shook the flowers in her hand and said with emotion: "Yu Xiu's temperament is somewhat indifferent. After all, I grew up in an unfamiliar place, and it is okay to be cold. However, I still like the child's previous look of jumping up and down , Stupid, stupid, not bullying. "

She stared at the flower in her hand, her voice lowered, but her back turned to the faces of the two men who landed far away, but her expression looked boring and even a little indifferent: "Unfortunately, Yu Xiu doesn't remember me, nor does he remember Yu He has forgotten his last name, his roots, and you. "

Then her tone rejoiced, and her mood changed quickly like a child: "Forget it, forget that he doesn't have to bear the hatred of genocide, or suffer from the death of his loved ones, let alone go looking for The murderer avenges you. "

"Yu Xiu is amazing now. He is very tall and can protect me. I heard that he is the young master in their ancestors, so you don't have to worry about no one protecting him in the future. Without your shelter, he It's growing fast. "

Speaking of which, Rong Xian's expression was a little lonely, and she had a slight sorrow in her soft tone: "When we were young, we didn't know each other, we played with our hearts, but when we grew up, we became two people in the world. He has the responsibilities that he has to bear, and I have something I can't let go. "

She looked up at the tombstone with a gentle look and bright eyes without the slightest haze: "Patriarch, thirteen years have passed, we are all grown up, you can rest assured that Yu Xiu and I can take care of ourselves."

She talked a lot, talked about her first encounter with Yu Xiu, talked about the fun between the two, and said that Yu Xiu now has a lot of girls like it, but she did n’t mention Yu Xiu ’s current name from beginning to end. .

Ling Jun, who was not far away, never approached Lu Yuan without any trace, and whispered, "Who is Yu Xiu?"

Lu Yuan glanced at him slightly, raised his chin, and said, "The Yu people."

"Crap." Ling Juncon rolled his eyes and whispered, "Of course I know that Yu Xiu is a Yu person. What I want to ask is what Yu Xiu is now, who he is, and where he is."

Ling Jun never expected that Yu had actually survived two people, one with the sword emperor's blood in the Ming Dynasty, and the other in the dark.

Lu Yuan answered coldly, "I don't know."

Ling Juncong: "I guess you don't know."

Lu Yuan gave him a disgusting look, and knew he still asked.

Sitting in front of the tombstone, Rong Xian put the words of the two in his ears, and he couldn't help looking.

Just two people even came to watch her, really she was an ordinary doctor.

Of course, Rong Xian was not deliberately overhearing the words of the two, who made her consciousness too strong, and the two did not have the slightest concealment.

Seeing that the two talked too much into God and didn't pay attention to her anymore, Rong Xian's uncle stopped.

With a little force on her hand, the flower just turned into powder and disappeared instantly.

Well, Syria is over.

At this time, the whole world was turbulent, and the news of Rong Xian's return to the Yu clan spread strangely throughout the Xiaoqian Realm.

At the same time, Rong Xian's unpredictable methods of using poison are also famous all over the world, after all, not any ordinary doctor can let the monk unknowingly recruit.

But the crowd did not have too much fear of Rong Xian, nor did they publicize people as big devil.

After all, Rong Xian is just a mortal. It is no longer possible to grab people's things. If the arrangement is a demon, it will be a joke. Not to mention that Rong Xian did not have that strength, it is that Rong Xian used to rescue people or fell down now. Monk, none of her hands were stained with blood.

Such a soft-hearted, weak chicken, casually coaxing, isn't the sword emperor's blood still in hand?

Therefore, the most important thing is not Rong Xian, but the problem of belonging to the sword emperor. However, this issue has not been decided from the time the sword emperor's essence was born to the present day, and no one has compromised the power of all parties.

They finally decided to rush to Yu Yu's land to be optimistic about Rong Xian. Before they decided to belong, the sword emperor's blood was stored in Rong Xian.

Sword Emperor's essence in Rong Xian's hands is as simple as searching for sacs.

Shen Jiuluu walked towards his home with the casual repairs going up the mountain, yes, the home he had forgotten.

He didn't remember what the place looked like, always thinking of blood and sorrow, and the sound of the girl who couldn't see the appearance.

He has forgotten the past and has never thought of it yet, maybe he will think of something when he walks into the clan.

Shen Jiu silently followed the group of casual practitioners, and learned from their conversation that Rong Xian was in a good condition now, and he breathed a little sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was also a looser who was also relaxed.

The man was a young man in a blue robe, but the majesty of his whole body was very serious. His serious face was expressionless, and he held a cold-sword in his hand, giving a sense of stability and reliability.

When Shen Jiuliu looked at the man, he also noticed Shen Jiuliu.

After all, regardless of his appearance or temperament, Shen Jiu Liu is very noticeable. A white robe is like a fairy, and the cinnabar between the eyebrows shows his outstanding style. The cold temperament has depressed the red dust brought by the cinnabar mole. Make him look like an immortal.

"Is this young man also looking for the essence of the sword emperor?" Yangming stepped forward and asked.