The monks on the side looked sideways, only to feel that they were going blind.
This is the first time the master and apprentice have seen each other, and they are really up.
After the powerful monks all took action, the children of the noble families, the elders of the sects, and the demons all flew down the mountain.
It was the first time that so many people walked into the small village, more than all the members of the Yu clan.
At the back of the crowd, Yan Fei, Xiaowan, Qu Qianqian and Bai Changyue, who never showed up, walked together.
Although Bai Changyue does not have the strength of Yan Fei, the purity of Xiaowan, and the enchantingness of Qu Qianqian, she is very beautiful, with a shallow smile and two sweet pear eddies on her cheeks, her temperament With two points of high coldness, but two points of fragility because of the pain, it makes people feel pity and love at first sight.
"Is Jun Cong there? Cough cough." Bai Changyue asked with concern, her tone was a touch of concern, and her pale face was stained with a hint of blush because of the cough, which was eye-catching.
Xiaowan nodded and said, "Big Brother Jun is here, we will definitely meet him when we go in."
In front of these people, Qu Qianqian did not have the slightest bit of cowardice in front of Rong Xian.
Raising her eyebrows and raising her lips, she was so charming that she said softly, "There are so many stinky men in front of us, so let's find a way to go quietly."
Yan Fei glanced at Qu Qianqian and agreed, she didn't want to be seen mingling with the demon girl.
Xiaowan didn't care, Bai Changyue was weak and didn't want to be crowded with everyone, so the four women with different styles picked up a path and walked towards the village.
This road leads directly to the waterfall. When the men in black sacrificed their lives and destroyed the barrier, the blood flowed down here into the waterfall, dyeing the water of the waterfall red.
Thirteen years have passed, and all traces have been erased by time.
At this time, down the mountain.
Seeing Si Xin appearing in front of him, Yang Ming couldn't maintain the majesty of Senior Brother, and asked in surprise, "Second Junior Sister, why are you here?"
Si Xin said happily, "I came with Master, eldest brother, Master asked me to pick you up."
Yang Mingmu asked with a face: "When did Master come?"
Si Xin calculated the time and said, "It's about an hour, Senior Brother, let's go see Master."
Yang Ming: I knew it earlier and left with Master.
He looked sideways at his new friend, and said apologetically, "Long stay, my teacher has arrived, I'll leave first."
Shen Jiuliu understood, he said understandingly, "Okay."
Yang Ming looked at the cultivators who kept coming, and said carefully: "If you have any difficulties, you can come to Xuanhua Mountain to find me."
Shen Jiuliu's expression was subtle for a moment, Xuanhua Mountain
Could it be Xiaoxian's teacher? !
Subconsciously looking at Xiang Yangming's serious appearance, Shen Jiuliu was a little nervous, he replied in a muffled voice, "Okay, thank you."
Yang Ming and Si Xin left, Shen Jiu stayed in place for a while, and walked quickly in another direction.
He hadn't been here since he lost his memory, but he felt that there should be a path leading to the village.
Pushing aside the grass, there is indeed a winding path full of weeds.
He got in without hesitation and walked straight ahead along the path.
Just after he left, three shadows slowly revealed their bodies.
"Sir, what should we do now?" Zuo Hufa asked respectfully.
Ningyue was numb to his name, she looked at the monks around her with cold eyes, and said with a complicated expression: "This seat is with A Qi, you can act on your own, if you find Rong Xian, bring her to this seat. ."
The Guardian Zuo responded immediately, "Yes, Your Honor."
The voice fell, and the person had disappeared.
Ningyue stared coldly at the direction of the disappearance of the Zuo Hufa for a long time, and then she said to A Qi: "Let's go, let's also take a look at this exterminated clan."
In the village, when the monks started to move, Rong Xian's eyes flashed.
She and Ling Jun walked towards the small courtyard, and there was no difference in their expressions. Inside the wide sleeve robe, she gently crushed a purple medicinal pill.
The faint scent of herbs was sent into the whole village by the breeze without attracting anyone's attention.
Just returning to the small courtyard, Rong Xian seemed to sense something, and her face became bitter.
Immediately, she quickly restrained her smile, and said to Ling Juncong, who was beside her, as if nothing had happened: "Jun Cong, can you please help me move the medicinal materials over there for drying?"
Ling Juncong nodded quickly, and without saying a word, ran over to pick up the sieve and walked towards the door, ready to bask it on the stone mill outside.
He had just left when a sword shadow fell in front of Rong Xian and turned into a familiar figure.
Looking at the man in front of him who he hadn't seen in eight years but still had the same charm, Rong Xian immediately knelt down and called out in surprise, "Master."
She raised her head, met Tsinghua's still gentle and loving eyes, a big smile raised on her face, and she shouted again, "Master."
Outside the door, Ling Juncong, who heard the movement, hurried in and just heard the name.
Seeing that both the master and the apprentice were looking at him, Jun Cong looked a little embarrassed, and he said in a cover up, "I just want to see what other herbs are to be exposed."
Then he hurriedly took out the medicinal herbs tied together under the eaves, and closed the door.
Standing outside the door, he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to the side to dry the herbs and thought. He didn't expect Rong Xian to have a teacher. That person seemed to have a very high cultivation base.
Ling Jun guessed from here, and in the courtyard, Tsinghua pulled the little apprentice up in distress, took the pulse for her, and said with doubts between his eyebrows: "Your body has recovered."
Rong Xian didn't hide it either, she replied warmly, "Well, it's already healed."
With an elegant smile on her lips, she said tentatively, "The disciple has been practicing medicine since he left Xuanhua Mountain. I think that the master has heard of the disciple's reputation, and the disciple has not fallen into the master's reputation, right?"
Tsinghua's expression was still indifferent, but there was a smile in his tone, and Yu Yourong said: "You have done a good job, even if you didn't make a name for yourself with swordsmanship, you are proud of you as a teacher."
Of course, he has heard about the reputation of the little disciple over the years. In places he has not seen, the disciple has grown better and better, which makes him both disappointed and proud.
After Rong Xian laid the groundwork, she continued: "On the way to practice medicine, the disciple also learned to make a lot of medicinal pills. The efficacy of these medicinal pills is good, and the disciple's health is much better."
After a pause, she used the Spring and Autumn Brushwork to cut and cut and said: "Something happened later. The disciple seemed to have stimulated the blood of the Sword Emperor in his body, and the wounds on his body were healed without medicine."
Tsinghua frowned, refusing to hear this vague statement, glanced at Rong Xian, and said in an irresistible tone, "Speak clearly."
Rong Xian stood aside, pursed her lips stubbornly, and said nothing.
Seeing her attitude of preparing to be silent to the end, Tsinghua felt a headache. This disciple was so obedient that he felt distressed, but when he was stubborn, it gave him a headache.
Rong Xian: It's a bit square to meet Master (T▽T)
(End of this chapter)