Although Sizhen didn't get to the bottom of it, she still had many questions in her heart.
It was the first time he saw someone like Rong Xian. At first glance, she seemed very simple. After getting along with her, you would find that she was simpler, but occasionally you would realize that the seemingly simpler person is more profound.
He turned to a question that puzzled him the most: "Who hurt you three years ago? It is rumored that a demon cultivator killed you, aren't you familiar with the demon cultivator? What is the relationship between you and the demon cultivator? What's going on? Or is it just a trap?"
Rong Xian smiled at him, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "I was indeed killed by a demon cultivator, but I didn't die."
Sizhen's expression became serious, and he looked at Rong Xian with deep eyes, obviously waiting for Rong Xian's explanation.
Rong Xian's tone was light and silky, every word jumped as if stepping on Sizhen's heart, the bewitching inducement was very obvious: "Sir, there will be filth between every faction."
She didn't say a word of extra words. This sentence is not to solve the problem for Sizhen at all, but people who hear it will involuntarily understand it in the direction she wants.
Sizhen pondered that sentence, and thought it was an infighting between the demons, so Rong Xian was hit hard.
But he didn't know that his guesses were completely out of line with the actual situation, let alone that as long as Rong Xian existed, the so-called infighting was just a joke, a fun for Rong Xian to pass the time.
Rong Xian glanced at Sizhen's expression, the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, and she said softly, "Sir, do you still have any doubts?"
Sizhen gritted her teeth, and finally asked, "Relax your heart?"
Rong Xian lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, hiding the streamer in her eyes: "It's already dead."
Her voice was filled with inexplicable sadness, as if a bloody history had been banned, making people regretful and full of sadness.
Sizhen looked overjoyed, but realized that Rong Xian and Venerable Master Xixin seemed to have a very close relationship, he immediately concealed the joy, and pretended to sigh, "What a pity."
Rong Xian didn't mean to expose him at all, but smiled and said, "Death cannot be resurrected, maybe death is another new beginning, sir, don't grieve, too much grief will hurt the body."
Sizhen's cheeks twitched. Who would mourn for that old woman too much, and when he heard that the man died, he wished to set off firecrackers to celebrate.
With a smirk on his face, he countered: "Of course I won't be sad, after all, everyone is born, old, sick, and dying. That [Wow—] woman is just returning to the embrace of heaven. This is the law of nature."
#Every word will be dark and heart-warming#
So it's not surprising that Rong Xian doesn't like to pay attention to him, it's just that he is too good at it, and he always blacks Rong Xian in his heart.
Rong Xian was too lazy to pay attention to the word that was automatically silenced in Sizhen's mouth. She showed a warm smile towards Sizhen and pretended to say, "Mr. has always been so duplicitous."
Sizhen's eyelids jumped at Rong Xian's nonsense, but she didn't utter a word for a long time.
He deeply realized that arguing with Rong Xian would never win.
Rong Xian just chatted to death, which is gratifying.
In the end, Sizhen could only say, "I'm going to bring your cousin here," and walked away pitifully.
Rong Xian looked at Si Zhen away indifferently, and said to Niu Yan, "It's the first time I've seen someone talk about themselves like this, and they're self-indulgent."
Niu Yan didn't quite understand, and he asked suspiciously, "Since the hall master doesn't like him, why would he force himself to live with him?"
Rong Xian thought for a while and replied, "Probably because I have to put up with him, but it won't be long."
Sun Tianyou asked nervously, "Did that person threaten you?"
Rong Xian shook her head and said surprisingly frankly, "It's because I owe that person a cause and effect."
She rubbed her chin lightly, showing a slightly distressed look, and said slowly: "It seems that I need to 'look for an opportunity' to pay back this cause and effect."
Sun Tianyou and Niu Yan didn't speak anymore. Even if they didn't understand it well, they could understand from Rong Xian's tone that the so-called 'seeking opportunities' was definitely not a good word.
Rong Xian flicked her sleeves and grabbed the little snake on the ground in her hand, and said to Sun Tianyou, "Pack up, we will leave immediately."
She didn't want to see that so-called cousin at all, and she didn't want to have more elders.
Sun Tianyou didn't ask any further questions. He took away everything in the tent with a wave of his hand. Niu Yan stepped forward and quickly dismantled the tent and put it away.
Although Rong Xian was very anxious in her heart, her connotative upbringing was deeply rooted in her bones. Even if her eyebrows were burning with urgency, her elegant and calm attitude made it impossible to see how urgent she was.
Of course, it might be more appropriate to say that her emotions are indistinguishable...
Seeing that the two subordinates had finished packing up, Rong Xian raised her voice slightly and said, "Let's go."
The original Yuxiaomen was stationed, and the people of the right way looked at the surviving disciples of Yuxiaomen, and then looked at the deep pit that stood there, and left silently one by one.
None of them dared to open their mouths to take in those disciples, and it would be too wrong if they accidentally attracted a killing god.
Until those people were almost gone, Tsinghua and Lu Laozu came to Anyang.
"Xuanhua Mountain has two seats, I wonder if you two would like to come to Xuanhua Mountain?" Tsinghua invited sincerely.
Yang Ming couldn't help but say: "Junior Brother An, Junior Brother Lu, if you are willing to come, Xuanhua Mountain will be treated equally."
Ancestor Lu rolled his eyes, even the younger generation of his Lu family wanted to accept it, but the people from Xuanhua Mountain really dared to think about it.
Immediately, he followed and said to Anyang: "You and Yuan'er are from the same door, and the door of the Lu family will always be open for you."
Anyang pressed the emotion of his master's death deep in his heart, and said to his only surviving junior brother with red eyes: "Junior Brother Lu, although the Yuxiao Gate is gone..."
His voice was choked, and when he saw his junior brother with a paralyzed face secretly wiping his tears, he couldn't help but congealed in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Eldest brother!" Lu Yuan immediately rushed up and supported him.
The master is gone, the senior brother is his backbone, if the senior brother falls, he really doesn't know what to do, does he really let Yuxiaomen disappear
Yang Ming and Shen Jiulu, who were a step slower, looked at each other and stood aside to not intervene.
Anyang held Lu Yuan's arm, reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth, and said, "I'm fine, it's much more comfortable to spit out this blood."
After he stood firm, he let go of Lu Yuan's hand, and said to him in a hoarse voice: "There will be no Yuxiaomen in the future. If you are willing to go to Xuanhua Mountain, follow the real person of Tsinghua. If you want to go home, Let's go too. I believe that no matter what you choose, the two seniors will definitely take care of you."
"Eldest brother, what about you?" Lu Yuan asked with his eyes fixed on Anyang.
He has always known that the elder brother and the master are in the same relationship as father and son, and he is afraid that the elder brother will do something stupid.
PS: In fact, when the manuscript fee came out last month, the author had no motivation to write. After all, he couldn’t even pay the rent for hundreds of yuan (cover his face), but seeing the support of many little angels as always, the author was really moved , thank you for your willingness to keep working hard.
Rong Xian: Find a way to make things happen and make things happen\(^o^)/~
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