Rong Xian stepped forward with her clear eyes and a gentle smile. Instead of greeting the people buried here, she squatted down and dug a few holes that were neither deep nor shallow.
With a serious look, she planted the flowers in her arms in the pit, carefully filled in the soil, and mobilized the vitality in the wood spirit beads to make the flowers grow better.
After planting the flowers, she took two steps forward, came to the tombstone behind the flowers, reached out and touched the tombstone, winked mischievously, and said softly: "Patriarch, I'm here to see you again, this year's flower I'll give it to you, after all, everyone else has it, and you've been waiting for thirteen years."
Rong Xian sat cross-legged directly on the ground, and did not dislike her clothes being stained with soil. She held a small flower that could not be seen in her hand, and said with a smile: "Patriarch, you must have guessed it right, I said before, As long as I haven't seen Yu Xiu, I will give the flowers in my hand to others, this year I will give you the flowers, you must have guessed that I saw Yu Xiu."
The smile on her face is like the warm wind in spring, which is warm and comfortable. Her phoenix eyes are clear and clear, like the vast sky, with shocking tolerance.
She spoke in a warm and melodious tone, as if she was narrating a happy story, which warmed her heart: "Patriarch, you must have no idea what Yu Xiu looks like now. That child was naughty when he was a child and couldn't sit still. Stay, it's like a thorn in your butt, you haven't taught him hard after a long headache, but now Yu Xiu has become extremely stable."
Rong Xian shook the flowers in her hand and said with emotion: "Yu Xiu's temperament is a little cold. After all, he grew up in an unfamiliar place, so it's okay to be cold. But I still like the way that kid jumped up and down before. , stupid and stupid, not good for bullying."
She stared at the flower in her hand, and her voice dropped, but with her back to Lu Yuan and Lu Yuan's faces, she looked bored and even indifferent: "Unfortunately now, Yu Xiu doesn't remember me or Yu Xiu. Clan, he forgot his surname, his roots, and you."
Immediately, her tone of voice became happy again, and her mood changed like a child's: "It's okay to forget, if you forget him, you don't have to bear the hatred of genocide, you don't have to suffer because of the departure of your relatives, and you don't have to run around to find it. The murderer avenged you."
"Yu Xiu is very powerful now, and his cultivation is very high, and he can protect me. I heard that he is the young sect master in their sect, so you don't have to worry about no one protecting him in the future. Without your protection, he It's growing fast."
Speaking of this, Rong Xian looked a little lonely, and her soft and soft tone carried a touch of sadness: "When we were young, we were together regardless of each other, and we played with our hearts, but when we grew up, we became people in two worlds. , he has his own responsibilities, and I also have things that I can't let go."
She looked up at the tombstone, her expression was gentle, and her eyes were bright without the slightest haze: "Patriarch, thirteen years have passed, and we have all grown up. You can rest assured that Yu Xiu and I can take care of ourselves."
She talked a lot, about the first meeting with Yu Xiu, about the interesting things between the two, and said that Yu Xiu is now liked by many girls, but she did not mention Yu Xiu's current name from beginning to end. .
Ling Jun, who was squatting not far away, approached Lu Yuan without a trace and asked in a low voice, "Who is Yu Xiu?"
Lu Yuan glanced at him lightly, raised his chin, and said, "People from the Yu clan."
"Nonsense." Ling Juncong rolled his eyes and whispered, "Of course I know that Yu Xiu is from the Yu clan. What I want to ask is what is Yu Xiu's current identity, who is he, and where is he."
Ling Jun never thought that the Yu family had survived two people in the past, one was in the Ming Dynasty with the blood of the Sword Emperor, and the other was in the dark.
Lu Yuan replied coldly, "I don't know."
Ling Juncong: "I guess you don't know either."
Lu Yuan glanced at him with disgust, knowing that he still asked if he was ill.
Rong Xian, who was sitting in front of the tombstone, took the words of the two into her ears and couldn't help but laugh.
Just two people came to spy on her, they really thought she was an ordinary doctor.
Of course, Rong Xian didn't deliberately eavesdrop on the two of them. Who made her consciousness too strong, and the two didn't mean to hide it at all.
Rong Xian's nagging stopped when she saw that the two were so engrossed in their chat that they didn't pay attention to her anymore.
With a slight force on her hand, the flower just now turned into powder and disappeared.
Well, the narration is over.
At this time, the whole world was turbulent, and the news of Rong Xian's return to the Yu family spread strangely throughout the entire Xiaoqianjie.
At the same time, Rong Xian's unpredictable methods of using poison are also well-known all over the world. After all, not any ordinary doctor can make a monk unknowingly recruit.
But everyone was not too jealous of Rong Xian, nor did they promote people as a big devil.
After all, Rong Xian is only a mortal, and it is impossible to say that he is robbing others. It would be a joke if they were programmed to be the devil. Not to mention that Rong Xian does not have the strength, it is that Rong Xian used to practice medicine to save people or he is now defeated. Cultivator, her hands were not stained with blood.
Such a soft-hearted, weak-hearted person, if you just coax him casually, isn't the sword emperor's blood and blood still within his grasp
So the most important thing is not Rong Xian, but the issue of ownership after obtaining the sword emperor's blood. And this issue has not been decided since the Sword Emperor's blood and blood appeared in the world, and all the forces have played the dog's brain, and no one has given back half a step.
They finally decided to rush to the land of the Yu Clan to take a good look at Rong Xian. Before they decided to belong, the sword emperor's blood was kept in Rong Xian's place.
The essence and blood of the Sword Emperor is in Rong Xian's hands, as simple as digging into a bag.
Shen Jiulu walked towards his home with the waves of scattered cultivation going up the mountain, yes, the home that he had forgotten.
He didn't remember what that place looked like, every time he thought about it, he was full of blood and wailing, and the girl who couldn't see the appearance of the girl lived on.
He has forgotten the past, and he has never thought of it so far. Maybe he will think of something when he walks into the clan.
Shen Jiulu silently followed the group of loose cultivators, and learned from their conversation that Rong Xian's current condition was fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, he found a loose cultivator who was also relaxed beside him.
This man was wearing a blue robe and was not very old, but he was very majestic, his serious face was expressionless, and he held a cold sword in his hand, giving him a sense of stability and reliability.
When Shen Jiulu looked at the man, the man also noticed Shen Jiulu.
After all, regardless of appearance or temperament, Shen Jiulu is very eye-catching. He is dressed in a white robe and looks like a fairy, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows shows his outstanding demeanor. However, that cold temperament suppresses a bit of the red dust brought by the cinnabar mole. Make him feel like an immortal.
"Is this young man also looking for the blood of the Sword Emperor?" Yang Ming came over and asked first.
Rong Xian: Set a new height ︿(￣︶￣)︿
(End of this chapter)