If you make up your mind to do it, he may really succeed when he is favored by God.
But Rong Xian didn't expect him to succeed. It doesn't matter whether Ling Juncong succeeds or not. All she wants is for Ling Juncong to endure more setbacks and consume his luck well. Then she won't be able to make a move. Will be devoured by luck.
Rong Xian was overjoyed, she really was a bad woman!
Ling Jun never knew about Rong Xian's calculations. He only heard Rong Xian believe him without hesitation. His heart warmed, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously opened a silly smile.
Rong Xian's expression froze, and she looked away with some hot eyes. She couldn't even maintain the guilt tone that had just been brewed, so she could only say dryly: "The sword emperor's blood can't help you, I'm sorry."
From now on, Ling Jun couldn't care about the blood of Sword Emperor, his eyes were full of Rong Xian, and he felt distressed every time he thought of what happened to this person.
He quickly comforted: "Rong Xian, it doesn't matter if you can't help me, my matter is not important, you don't need to apologize, I was just thinking of trying it out, it really doesn't matter."
Rong Xian asked sincerely: "Is the person you want to save sick? If it is convenient, you can bring her to see me, and I will see if it can be cured."
Ling Jun was suddenly angry and hopeful from the bottom of his heart. Although many doctors with excellent medical skills could not cure Yue'er, Rong Xian was different. She was recognized as the person with the highest medical skills in the world. Maybe she could really do it.
"Okay, I'll bring Yue'er tonight, I'll trouble you." Ling Juncong said a little embarrassedly.
Rong Xian chuckled lightly and joked: "It seems that she is a confidante. What's so embarrassing about it. I will do my best to heal her, but it is you who obey you. For the first time I know you will be shy."
Ling Jun was congested: He was just embarrassed to mention another woman he liked in front of the one he liked.
"Rong, Rong Xian, what do you think of my confidante?" Ling Juncong asked tentatively.
He wondered if Rong Xian didn't like him because of the women around him, and women would be jealous, he understood.
Ling Jun ignored Rong Xian's reasons for rejecting him.
Rong Xian blinked and said inexplicably, "But I've never seen your confidante, so I can't judge. Besides—"
She looked at Jun Cong's hands and feet with a very disapproving look, and then said solemnly: "Jun Cong's confidantes are all strange women, they are sincere to you and give you the most sincere feelings, You can't give them the only convenience, how can you despise them like this?"
Ling Juncong struggled: "No, I didn't..."
Rong Xian interrupted him unceremoniously: "Even if I am Jun Cong's friend, Jun Cong shouldn't let me judge your beauty, this is disrespect to them."
She pointed out: "Jun Cong still needs to cherish them a lot, they are not easy."
Ling Jun cried from his heart to become a dog, but it was actually not easy for him.
He was really just a temptation, he just asked casually, and he was taught a lesson again.
He was a little flustered, Rong Xian was too upright and selfless, too gentle and kind, after such a person was with him, wouldn't he really educate his other beauties to run away from home? !
It's not...
Ling Juncong scratched his hair frantically. When Rong Xian talked about his confidantes just now, he used the word 'they'. How did Rong Xian know that he had several confidantes
Xu Shi realized what she had exposed, and Rong Xian patched herself very carelessly and said, "Looking at such a romantic character, I think there should be a lot of beauties, right?"
Ling Juncong: Do you mean to praise him
On this day, the monks who came to Shiqiaojian watched that there were more of Lingjun, and most of the forces who got the news late also came.
On the top of Xishan, Tsinghua looked at the cemetery, his eyes full of heavy and regret.
Those honest and lovely people are really gone.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he sensed the sword qi of his eldest disciple.
Tsinghua said lightly to the disciple behind him: "Sixin, go down the mountain to pick up your senior brother."
Although Yang Ming left early, he wasted a lot of time on the road.
After Tsinghua received the invitation from Master Chongguang, he couldn't worry about his little apprentice, so he brought a group of apprentices with swords.
His speed was much faster than Yangming, and there was no delay on the way, but he came a few hours earlier than the eldest apprentice.
"Yes, Master." Si Xin's face was overjoyed when he heard that the senior brother was coming, and he didn't pretend to be good in front of the master. After saying hello, he ran down the mountain.
Tsinghua shook his head helplessly and said, "This child."
He knows that Sixin likes Yangming, but Yangming is devoted to the Tao, and has no love in his heart. If there is no accident, he thinks that Sixin's infatuation in this child will be in vain.
However, Tsinghua has no time to manage the private affairs between the apprentices. He looked down the mountain with some worry. He knew that his little apprentice was there. This apprentice, who he couldn't let go after he was rescued, was sensible and well-behaved. It's true, but When he caused trouble, he really couldn't simply smooth it out. Tsinghua felt that he really had an inexhaustible heart.
With a flick of his body, he turned into a sword shadow and flew down the mountain.
All the cultivators who sensed Tsinghua's actions around them changed their expressions. They agreed to wait until the sword emperor's essence and blood were decided before they started. Some people did not follow the rules.
The cultivators immediately exploded. They stood up immediately and quickly chased after Tsinghua University. They must not let the troublesome sword cultivator get the blood of the Sword Emperor!
The real Chongguang, who was not far away, laughed when he saw this scene, and chased after Anyang, while flying, he raised the hand that was holding Anyang, and said in surprise: "Apprentice, are you fat?"
The blue veins on Anyang's forehead couldn't hold back and jumped out again, he said word by word: "You can put me down and go by yourself."
Master Chongguang had a bitter expression on his face, and said, "Yang'er, why do you always think of abandoning yourself to become a teacher? Do you know how difficult it is for me to raise an apprentice? Calm down, calm down."
Anyang finally couldn't take it anymore, the folding fan in his hand crossed a sharp cold light in the air, and the fire in the sky burned directly towards the real person Chongguang.
When Chongguang Zhenren came out of the fire, his face was black and white, but fortunately, his clothes were protected by the body-protecting spiritual energy, so there was no serious problem.
He roared at Anyang with a sullen face: "Anyang, how did the teacher teach you, have you learned to kill and set fire after so many years? This is all done by a bad boy, how can you, a good boy, learn. Tell me For the teacher, who taught you badly, for the teacher not to unscrew his head?"
Unscrew his head? Are these words spoken by the master who taught his apprentices not to kill and set fire
Anyang gave his master a look of hehe, and turned around and left.
Looking at his apprentice's merciless back, Zhongguang was a little flustered, and he quickly chased after him: "Apprentice, wait for a teacher, wait for a teacher."
Rong Xian: This seat will not tell others, this seat will investigate you! へ(゜、°)へ
(End of this chapter)