After packing up, Rong Xian carried the medicine box and walked out of the medicine hall.
She closed the door, just turned around and a cold wind blew, and the tip of her nose was a little cool.
She looked up at the sky and said in surprise, "Is it snowing?"
Rong Xian has not seen snow for thousands of years. Whether it is Holy Mountain or Xuanhua Mountain, it is like spring all year round.
Looking at the girl with a softer breath, Yun Youfeng couldn't help but ask, "Do you like snow very much?"
Rong Xian rolled her eyes: "I like it."
Of course she will like it. Is there anything in this world that is more inconsistent than snow
The bright surface is pure white and clear, and it is clean and lovely, but when you mix it with the soil, it becomes dirty and hard to see.
Yunyoufeng's expression is a bit complicated: "It's good to like it." Only those with pure heart and nature like this pure color.
He was inexplicably sentimental, five winters had passed, and that child had grown into a big girl.
Rong Xian raised her eyebrows and smiled: "No wonder it's a little cold."
Yun Youfeng glanced at the thin clothes on his body, and then realized that the person in front of him was not proficient in magic, so he felt cold.
Afraid of Rong Xian's typhoid fever, he quickly brought the person back to his residence, and was relieved.
After Yun Youfeng left, Rong Xian stood in front of the window wearing a cloak and listened to the rustling snow outside, the warmth in her eyes dissipated, and the corners of her lips pursed, making her whole person look colder than ice and snow.
In this cold snowy night, no one knew what she was thinking.
"...Qu Lang, is there anything different in Guitu City in Nanzhou?" Rong Xian suddenly spoke up, her expression was a bit complicated, she seemed to be nostalgic and sad.
The middle-aged man or Qu Lang stepped out of the shadows and replied respectfully, "Master Hui, Guitu City is no different. Venerable Hanxi has always sent someone to guard it."
Since he followed this master five years ago, he has never understood this master, saying that she is cruel, and that he has saved countless people by himself over the years. Say she is kind, and when she encounters people who are not pleasing to the eye, she says that she will not save her if she sees death, and she is merciless when ordering the execution of traitors, which is too unpredictable.
But it doesn't matter, as long as he does the things that the master has explained, it will be fine.
Qu Lang looked at his nose and heart, and only waited for Rong Xian's orders to do things.
Rong Xian was silent for a long time, until the sky was getting brighter and the falling snow would stop, then she said, "Go check Yuxiaomen and give me all the information within three days."
Now that she has arrived in Dongzhou, she will stay for a while to see a doctor. Dongzhou is the site of Yuxiaomen, she will not go wrong if she knows more.
"Yes, my lord." Qu Lang turned into a black mist and disappeared into the room.
Rong Xian stayed in this town for five days, until it was confirmed that Yun Youfeng's injuries were all healed, and then he was allowed to continue traveling alone.
She has been practicing medicine and has forged a lot of good karma, so recently the entanglement of karma has loosened up, her suppressed cultivation has relaxed a little, and she is at the juncture of breakthrough. At this critical juncture, she will not let anyone follow her.
On the roof of the medicine hall, Yun Youfeng stood there watching Rong Xian's figure go away.
To you, I am just a part of the multitude of beings you have saved, but to me, you are the master of my suffering.
Alas, that's all, since you don't want me to follow, I won't follow.
But I believe that we will meet sooner or later.
Yunyoufeng pointed his toes and flew away.
At the moment when he disappeared, Rong Xian, who had left far away, suddenly turned around, and the corner of his mouth evoked the most gentle smile, which made people feel chills inexplicably.
After leaving the town, Rong Xian continued to go in the other direction. It was a place she had never set foot on before, and it belonged to the jurisdiction of Yuxiaomen.
It was slightly dawn, and Rong Xian had just approached the town, just as the people in the city swarmed towards the richest family in the city, and they all dragged their families with them.
Out of curiosity, she asked the middle-aged man beside her, "This eldest brother, I don't know why you are in such a hurry?"
The man glanced at Rong Xian, and found that she had a good temperament and a gentle conversation, and said hurriedly, "The girl looks like a foreigner. There was an immortal teacher in our town a hundred years ago, and he is from the richest Zhao family."
Seeing that Rong Xian was listening carefully, the man said proudly, "The Zhao family can be said to be the patron saint of our town. Since then, every ten years, the immortal masters of the Zhao family will send people to select talents in the town. This is a matter of honoring the ancestors and honoring the ancestors.”
"Today is ten years." Rong Xian said in a soft voice watching the lively scene.
The man nodded: "Yes, the girl came at the right time to see this rare scene."
Rong Xian was indeed very interested. Although she had already read the collected materials, it was quite exciting to be able to see such a flamboyant way of recruiting disciples. She asked curiously, "Who is that Immortal Master? Sect?"
The man glanced at her in surprise and said, "Did I not say it just now? It seems that I didn't say it. Our Immortal Master is from Yuxiaomen."
"It turned out to be Yuxiaomen, this eldest brother, can I follow along?" Rong Xian asked tentatively.
The man smiled heartily and said, "Of course, let's go, let's go together."
After speaking, Rong Xian and Rong Xian followed the crowd to Zhao's house.
The courtyard of Zhao's family is very large, and hundreds of children in the town don't seem crowded at all.
Rong Xian stood with the other people, staring at everything in the courtyard.
After all the children stood up, several rays of light descended from the sky and landed on the high platform.
"Quiet." One man said softly, holding a folding fan in his hand.
It didn't take much effort for him to speak, but it seemed as if it sounded directly in everyone's mind.
The people in Yuxiaomen were all dressed in robes of azure water, and they were all graceful and arrogant.
Of course they have reason to be proud, because they have money, strength, and some people hold them.
Different from the roughness of sword cultivators, law cultivators pay more attention to the refinement of the quality of life.
If Jian Xiu is 'not accepting to fight', then Fa Xiu is 'Wait, I'll draw a sign first'.
Anyang tapped the palm of his hand with a fan, and nodded slightly to the second junior brother in black and brocade: "Let's start."
Lu Yuan cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Senior Brother."
He waved his hand, and each of the three junior brothers around him took a spar to measure the spiritual root, and stood in front of the three groups of children, and asked each child to put their hand on the spar.
When the spar does not respond, it will get a sentence of 'no spiritual root', which means that the child has no connection with the immortal realm.
When other colors appear on the spar, it means that the child has spiritual roots to practice.
For example, green means that there is a wood spirit root, and you can practice wood spells; such as red, it means you have fire spirit roots, and you can practice fire spells.
Among the hundreds of children, only ten had spiritual roots after the test, but none of the ten children had high-level spiritual roots.
Rong Xian could vaguely hear the envy of the people around her for families with children with spiritual roots, and the frustration of their own children without spiritual roots.
Cultivation of immortals is like this, chance, understanding, and aptitude are indispensable.
(End of this chapter)