After Rong Xian walked for a while, she suddenly stopped and turned around to meet a pair of smiling eyes.
She was stunned for a moment, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, this person really didn't hide it at all: "Why do you keep following me?"
Anyang shook his fan, and said suavely: "As the so-called fair lady, a gentleman is so arrogant. The girl is so beautiful, it breaks my heart."
The fan spread out, covering the playful star smile at the corner of his mouth.
Rong Xian pursed her lips, and said, "An Yang, the chief disciple of Yuxiao Sect, is better known than meeting him."
The smile on Anyang's mouth froze. He didn't expect to flirt with a person on a whim and would actually know his identity, and it is very likely that this person is a friend of one of his acquaintances. Anyang's cheeks twitched and asked: "Who are you?"
Rong Xian slowly opened a soft and pure smile: "I am Rong Xian, the third disciple of the head of Xuanhua Mountain."
Anyang: "!!"
Anyang: "Xuanhua Mountain?!"
It turned out to be Jianxiu, and he subconsciously took two steps back, lest he hear the words 'disobedience to fight'.
But when he came back to his senses, he realized that the young disciple in front of Xuanhua Mountain would not start a fight without saying a word. She looked different from all sword cultivators.
She has no sword or sword energy on her body. Her hands are very clean and tender, with only the cocoon for holding the pen, but not for practicing the sword.
Her aura was also too peaceful, too warm, completely different from Jianxiu's cold and hard aura.
Anyang twitched the corners of his mouth for his momentary guilt, and when he saw Rong Xian's delicate face, he suddenly smiled, his eyes were full of joy: "I didn't expect that the young disciple of the head of Tsinghua was actually a doctor, tsk tsk, the sword cultivator actually Rarely there is an outlier, and this joke has been enough for me to laugh for a few years."
He didn't doubt Rong Xian at all, no matter who it is, as long as you see Rong Xian, you can definitely feel her warmth and sincerity, and whatever she says, your first reaction will always be Believe.
Rong Xian has the ability to make everyone trust her.
For Anyang's ridicule, Rong Xian blinked and replied solemnly: "Practicing medicine to save people is my lifelong wish."
This serious attitude made Anyang choked, and he sighed: "Rong Xian, you are really admirable."
A monk is arrogant, he is arrogant in his bones, and arrogant in his soul. This is not a posturing.
Because power has separated them from mortals, mortals have been in a hurry for several years, while monks are fighting for fate with heaven.
Time stopped on them, sickness was far away from them, they watched the suffering of all beings, and sat high on the clouds.
Just like people don't care about ants, have you ever seen anyone busy with an ant
So Anyang admires Rong Xian, because Rong Xian really thinks about these ordinary people, she saves everyone from the heart, that kind of warmth that even he can't help but want to get close to.
"Rong Xian, do you want to stay with me?" Anyang heard himself say seriously: "I will go to Xuanhua Mountain to propose a marriage, I think we will be very suitable."
He didn't know if he liked Rong Xian, but he felt that a dazzling person like Rong Xian was still kept in front of him. Every day he looked at her, he felt seductive.
Yes, in order to keep his eyes open, he tried his best to abduct this person who seemed to be the most likely to be kidnapped, even if he was beaten by the entire Jianxiu Sect in the end.
Rong Xian glanced at him in surprise: "Forget it."
"Why? Is it because I'm not good enough, or you don't trust me? Or the difference between sects?" Anyang was extremely aggressive for a while.
Rong Xian laughed, looking at the street with people coming and going, listening to all kinds of voices mixed into a red dust billowing, she should say: "I am not tempted."
"But we must be the most suitable. I don't care about high or low. I can let go of my self-esteem and pride, and I can accompany you to redeem the suffering of all souls." Anyang worked hard to fight for himself.
Rong Xian pretended to be emotional and said, "It is not necessary to be together when it is suitable. Senior Brother An is willing to save the suffering of all beings. Such intentions are indeed the blessings of the common people."
Her heart was calm, and she didn't even take what he said seriously, because she knew very well that this person was just out of selfish desire to take good things for himself.
Anyang's eyes sank, and all the gaffes were taken back, because he understood, Rong Xian was rejecting him very seriously. There is no euphemism in the words of refusal, and it is decisive and merciless.
In just a few words of conversation, Anyang saw Rong Xian's nature very clearly.
She has the great compassion of a healer and saves the sufferings of all living beings with compassion, and because of this, her love is great love, so in front of her personal little love, she calmly refuses, her eyes are tolerant and kind, just like an elder looking at an unreasonable person. child.
She doesn't care about other people's kindness and malice, doesn't care about other people's worries, she abandons all her feelings like a shoe, and she is still as elegant as a fairy, other than ordinary.
"That's all, Rong Xian, I'm leaving, you take care." Anyang also gave up neatly and turned to leave.
Such a person is not suitable to be a wife, only suitable to be placed in the cloud.
If she was really raised at home, it wouldn't be her anymore.
Seeing Anyang turn away, Rong Xian didn't get angry, didn't refute, just rubbed her forehead, she seemed very distressed and smiled helplessly.
Anyang's marriage proposal was just a small episode. Rong Xian stayed in the town for half a month, then left here and continued to travel to the next place.
She had just walked out of town not far when she saw a man covered in blood in the middle of the road. The man looked particularly vicissitudes of life, and he was still carrying a burden. Although he was unconscious, he still held the burden tightly, as if he was holding his own life.
The man only had one breath left, and if he didn't save him, he would die.
Rong Xian could see it very clearly, the smile on the corner of her mouth did not change, and she walked over to the man calmly and gently, and then—stepped over.
Her footsteps didn't stop for a minute, and her back didn't hesitate, she was still casual, as if life on the ground meant nothing to her.
In this posture, she is more and more gentle, gentle and cruel.
After she left, the man died. A group of men in black took the burden from the man, cut the man's neck with a knife and left.
The whole space became quiet again, and after a while, Rong Xian suddenly came out from the side, her eyes stopped on the headless corpse on the ground, her eyes darkened: "Tsk, it's really a trouble."
Fortunately, no one was saved, and she didn't want to get involved in any trouble now.
"Sir, do you need your subordinates to do anything?" Qu Lang quietly emerged.
Rong Xian glanced at him lightly, and said casually, "Take care of the tail, and don't let anyone implicate me. Besides, don't do any unnecessary actions."
"Yes, my lord." Qu Lang replied hurriedly.
Rong Xian nodded, her hands wrapped in her sleeves and she left unhurriedly. This time it was the real departure, and she never looked back.
Year after year, place after place, where people need the doctor the most, Rong Xian will go where, saving lives is never ambiguous.
It has been eight years since she left Xuanhua Mountain. During these eight years of practicing medicine, Rong Xian seems to have abandoned the coldness and cruelty of being a demon master in her previous life. Time has made her more gentle and graceful, but her eyes are as vast as the abyss and the sea. An invisible sense of alienation enveloped her body, making her seem like a world of her own.
It's near, but it seems to be far away in the clouds.
Anyang: Beautiful and eye-catching, I want (￣▽￣)／
(End of this chapter)