The mountain peaks towering into the clouds stand, the surrounding rays of light are flickering, and the aura is sufficient. Occasionally, the sword light can be seen piercing the sky. This is where Xuanhua Mountain is located.
Xuanhua Mountain is the most prestigious sword cultivator sect in the secular world. Alongside it is Yuxiaomen, but Yuxiaomen is a gathering place for cultivators. Most of the disciples in the sect are formation and fuxiu.
If the holy mountain is a holy place in the eyes of monks, then Xuanhua Mountain and Yuxiaomen are holy places in the eyes of mortals.
At this time, the head of Xuanhua Mountain was sitting cross-legged in the practice room to heal the wounds of the child in front of him.
After he finished his work, Yang Ming, the eldest disciple on the side, put the child on the bed lightly, and asked with concern, "Master, your face is not very good, is there something wrong with this child?"
The real person from Tsinghua stood up and looked at the child on the bed, and sighed, "When I brought her back from Shiqiaojian for my teacher, the whole Shiqiaojian had been set on fire, and only this child was alive. The teacher discovered that her meridians were all damaged, all five internal organs were damaged, and the root was damaged."
"Master is saying, this child can't cultivate?" Yang Ming asked in surprise.
Qinghua Zhenren turned around and walked to the window, and there seemed to be a scene of the child leaning in front of the tombstone, covered in deathly silence: "We will try our best to heal her injuries, but even if she can cultivate, she can only cultivate with warmth. The art of nourishing the body cannot be practiced with swords."
Shaking his head, Qinghua Zhenren said, "Forget it, as long as she is still alive, she will be my third disciple and your little sister from now on."
Yang Ming has no objection to his master's decision: "Yes, Master."
At this moment, the two sensed the fluctuation of the breath on the bed, and when they looked back, they saw that the child on the bed had opened his eyes.
When Rong Xian woke up, she felt very comfortable, and even her injuries were relieved. She looked at the white gauze above her head and blinked blankly. After she woke up, she changed to another place. got used to.
Looking sideways, the young man she had seen before in Shiqiaojian was standing in front of her.
"You're awake, is there any discomfort?" Tsinghua asked softly.
Rong Xian shook her head, her clear phoenix eyes filled with doubts: "Where is this place?"
The real person from Tsinghua touched her forehead and found that it was no longer hot, so he replied, "This is Xuanhua Mountain, and you will live here in the future."
Xuanhua Mountain? The only sword repair sect in the outside world.
"My name is Tsinghua, you will call me Master in the future, what is your name?" The real person of Tsinghua suddenly thought that he didn't know the name of his little apprentice, and asked quickly.
Rong Xian struggled to get up and salute, but was pressed down by the real person from Tsinghua University: "Your injury is not yet healed, so lie down first, as a teacher, you don't care about those false salutes."
After Rong Xian lay down, she said happily, "Go back to Master, my name is Rong Xian."
She was short of a place to stay, and the real person from Tsinghua took her in, which was really sleepy and sent a pillow.
"Rong Xian, it's easy to understand the mind, but it's hard to relax, and it's so easy to relax. It's a good name, it's very Zen." The real Qinghua touched her head and said, "This is the only thing your relatives left for you. Now, the master will not give you a path number."
Rong Xian rolled her eyes and nodded with a smile.
After Master Qing Hua left with the eldest disciple Yang Ming, Rong Xian sat up, her phoenix eyes were slightly dazed, and the corners of her lips rose, giving an inexplicable feeling of warmth and purity.
"It seems that there is no need to leave in a short period of time." Her ending voice rose, obviously the same voice, but with a slight change, it was completely different from the previous well-behaved, but a bit evil.
In another domain, the Holy Mountain Haotian Immortal Sect.
"Yu Xiu, you must run fast and don't look back."
Who, who is speaking.
"Yu Xiu, you promise me that if I'm not here, you must live well."
are you talking to me
"Yu Xiu, you must protect the two stone dolls."
Stone doll? ! I will, I will definitely protect it.
"Yu Xiu, live, you must live..."
Who are you, who are you
The boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and the cinnabar between his brows made him even more rosy, making him a little more extravagant and extraordinary.
He got down from the bed, looked at the scenery outside the window, and subconsciously took out two little stone figures from the purse around his neck, with two doubts between his brows, he murmured softly, "Yu Xiu... Are you calling me? Who is it?"
In the blink of an eye, he completely forgot the scene in his dream.
"Kyuu, you're in good health, why are you standing at the window blowing the wind again?" The woman in a complicated green dress walked in with a medicine bowl in her hand and looked at him tenderly.
The child put the little stone man back, came to the woman's side, raised his head and asked, "Senior Sister Fanhe, do you know why Master gave me this name?"
Fen He put the medicine bowl on the table, thought for a while, and said, "When the sect master brought you back, he found that you had lost your memory, and your performance was too precocious, with a touch of cinnabar on your eyebrows. Longevity and wisdom are bound to be injured, so the sect master named you for a long time, it is hard to stay in the world, and the immortal way is forever, I hope you can live in peace."
She touched the child's head and said, "The sect master asked you to take his surname and wanted you to inherit his mantle. Well, you are still young, don't think so much now, drink the medicine first."
Shen Jiuliu nodded, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it.
"It's amazing, I'm not afraid to drink medicine after staying for a long time." Fan He praised.
Shen Jiu said consciously, "Xiao Xian is not afraid of taking medicine."
After speaking, she was suddenly startled, who is Xiaoxian
"Kuyu, who are you talking about? Are you a former friend?" Fan He asked suspiciously.
Shen Jiulu shook his head, there was a hole in his heart that could not be filled, he said in a difficult voice: "I don't remember..."
He didn't remember anything, but the voice in the dream made him always feel overwhelming grief.
As long as he thinks that he doesn't remember that person, he can't erase the deep apology and pain in his heart. It seems that he once promised to protect that person but failed to do so.
"Kujiu, why are you in a daze? Seeing that your face is not good, is there something wrong with you?" Fan He touched his little face and asked worriedly.
Shen Jiuliu took a step back, shook his head and said, "I just can't think of what happened in the past, I just feel a little sad."
Fan He softly comforted: "Don't be sad, didn't the sect master say it? You only lost your memory after being greatly stimulated. When your cultivation level is high in the future, you will naturally remember the past."
Shen Jiulu nodded: "I know Senior Sister, I will practice hard."
"Junior Brother." A crisp voice came.
Shen Jiulu looked back, and the little girl with two pigtails stuck her head out of the door and looked at him, her bright eyes full of curiosity.
In a trance, there seemed to be the same girl calling out in a warm voice, "Yu Xiu."
"Junior brother." Shen Jiuliu came back to his senses and realized that the girl had come to him at some point.
Shen Jiulu asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"
Fan He smiled and said, "This is the granddaughter of the first elder, Linglan, who is also worshipping at the sect master's door. She entered the door two days earlier than you."
Rong Xian: Yu Xiu, you have to live well, keep the other half of the Sword Emperor blood for me, I will come to get it.
(End of this chapter)