Immortal Voices

Time passed slowly. When Yunzhou stopped outside the Wuji Jianzong, a month had passed.

Rong Xian looked back at the flashing blood of Qi Rongguo, and a faint wave appeared in her eyes.

After all, this war is about to fight, and she is relieved that it is not her who bears the sin and the road is cut off.

She is not disliking authority, nor is she ignorant of fame and wealth. She is not a **** who does not eat fireworks on earth.

She just didn't want to waste time on these useless things, and she didn't want to pay for it.

Because this is not an equivalent exchange, and it is never cost-effective.

Rong Xian is happy to serve her powers, and indulge in the power and control of everything.

But Rong Xian's positioning of these preferences is a weakness. Since it is a weakness, she overcomes it. She is not strong enough to expose her weakness at will.

So she knows medicine, she looks extraordinarily innocuous, like a child and a girl, like a living doctor, and a sickly unaided mortal ...

But no matter what, she rarely exposed her aggressiveness and aggressiveness.

Rong Xian, she looks soft and peaceful on the surface.

It seems as if time has cut off the seven passions and six desires that belong to people, with a trace of gods' highness and compassion for all sentient beings, the soul is retained by the fine sand of time and repeatedly washed, and finally washed up the lead in exchange for a clear glass color But in fact, the color of this piece of glass is nothing but a mirror.

Even if she really likes medicine, it's hazy to see flowers in the mist.

She was too sane and too clear about what she wanted.

Everything is a stepping stone compared with detachment from life and death, and long-lasting existence.

For that ultimate purpose, the bustling road is nothing but smoke.

In other words, these positions of power, like Shen Jiuliu's love for her, are obstacles that shake her heart.

When she couldn't help it one day, it wasn't a compromise, it was a destruction.

As if she had begun to kill Shen Jiu.

In order to prevent Wu Zun from threatening her, she could sternly push out the bloodline inheritor as a tool, and she could see its nature.

When she comes to the supremacy, whatever she wants, the whole world will be between her applause.

Rong Xian is always indifferent to external temptations because he always has a clear purpose.

The corners of Rong Xian's mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was unpredictable.

And now the most important thing is-"Mr. Yan, call the door."

His Majesty suddenly popped out and surprised Yan Rui with eyes wide open: !!

Rong Yu looked alertly at Yan Rui's eyes, raised her voice and called, "Teacher?"

Rong Xian smiled inexplicably and slowly said, "Yuer has grown up. Don't ask for a teacher if you are all right. You are not 70 or 80 years old."

Rong Yu's expression of joy paused, well, he is already a hundred years old.

But these are not the problems!

He did not suspect that the soul of Master was an old monster.

It seemed that he was aware of what he was thinking, and Rong Xian glanced at him with a smile, and said slowly: "As the saying goes, # 养 儿 百 岁岁 ， 长 忧 九九 #, I am bothered for Yuer, I do n’t know 90 Nine years have passed, and Yuer has not seen much consideration for me. "

Rong Yu: "..."

If there is no problem with his memory, it is obvious that the Master disgusted him and threw him to Xiao Jinyang.

It can be said that since his memory, Master has not been worried about him.

In addition to the mother that Master cares about, the demon prison is the only one. When the mother died and the devil escaped, she began to give a little energy to him.

Rong Yu recalls that these are not complaining, but that Master sometimes speaks in a serious nonsense!

But he still didn't dare to talk back and could only silently sullen in his stomach.

Rong Xian saw him stop, and then turned sideways in the direction of Yan Rui, and said lightly, "Mr. Yan is not going to call the door, is he ready to block at the gate of Wuji Jianzong?"

Yan Rui looked darkly and stared at the entrance of Wuji Jianzong's cold sword vortex Ling Lingsen, unnaturally swallowed saliva, felt that he had borrowed the courage from heaven and did not dare to come here.

If this is not noticed, it will definitely be poked into a honeycomb.

"Your Majesty, why don't you try shouting?" Yan Rui suggested with hope.

Rong Xian's expression suddenly pulled down, she calmly said: "Mr. Yan, is this to give you advice?"

Yan Rui: "... Dare to."

This kind of counselling made Rong Yu almost laugh.

But Yan Rui didn't think he was persuading him, he was obviously # 识时务者为俊杰 #.

Under Rong Xian's persecution, Yan Rui's grinds and grinds finally came to the entrance of Jianzong.

Jianzong is in a small secret realm. The entrance of the secret realm is surrounded by infinite sword gas. Generally, no one really wants to rush to death.

Yan Rui was crying, she felt that she was the first person to rush to death.

"Yes, is anyone here?" Yan Rui stammered and asked toward the sword vortex.

Rong Xian casually said, "Mr. Yan's voice is so low. Is there something wrong with his throat?"

Yan Rui's eyes brightened, and she nodded as if thinking of a way to escape: "You're right, I don't know why today, my throat is a little uncomfortable ..."

"I think you may need Yuer hammer two punches." Rong Xian stared at him expressionlessly.

Yan Rui's face twitched and almost forgot that her Majesty was a doctor.

He shouted: "No, Rui means that Rui's throat is uncomfortable, and he may need to yell a few times for treatment."

This survival desire can be said to be very strong.

Rong Yu: ‘...’ it ’s a push.

Rong Xian raised his jaw, which was a little obvious.

Yan Rui froze her face and closed her eyes tragically, yelling, "Is there a sword at home?"

The voice fell, and the air was silent for a moment.

Rong Xian was silent for a moment, and said, "Mr. Yan, have you forgotten your mind on Yunzhou?"

Yan Rui was also stunned. He said something wrong just because he was nervous.

But looking at the scene of no movement around him, his courage was much greater.

Yan Rui coughed softly, just sighing and just about to yell again, a cold voice suddenly said, "There are also swords here, which sword do you look for and who?"

Yan Rui's words suddenly struck her throat, and she almost suffocated him.

He looked up and looked forward, and saw a light curtain emerge from the vortex. A young man in a white robe was looking at them coldly, as if there were no dead things in front of his eyes. .

Rong Yu took a step forward, carrying Yongrong Huagui in his smile, and said, "We are friends of Mr. Ning Sanjianing and Mr. Yun Changshengyun. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we want to meet them and tell the story."

The youth's expression calmed down and said, "It was originally for Brother Ning and Brother Yun. I don't know how the two brothers met you, and they have just returned from Nan Rong."