Yun Youfeng did not hide Lou Sanniang, but wanted her to persuade Rong Xian to stay first: "Just now, Rong Xian and I heard that there was a plague in Qingtian Town, Dongzhou, and now Rong Xian hurried over there. Sanniang, please help me persuade me. Persuade her, she has not had a good rest since she came to Broken Leaf City, and now she has to travel for a long distance, what should I do if I am exhausted before reaching Qingtian Town?"
Lou Sanniang rolled her eyes at him: "Although Rong Xian is kind, once she makes a decision, no one can change it. You shouldn't persuade her to stay now, but think about how to make it easier for her to come to Qingtian Town."
Yun Youfeng was stunned and hurried to hire a carriage. Rong Xian and Lou Sanniang walked out of the city side by side.
"Honored lord, you are aware of this news..." Lou Sanniang asked suspiciously.
She was interrupted by Rong Xian before she could finish her words. Rong Xian turned around and looked at Yun Youfeng, who was coming with the carriage and driver, and said in a decent manner, "Sanniang, for the doctor, be compassionate, I have always wished. It is the suffering of saving souls. So whether the news is true or not, I have to make a trip."
"What if you ran for nothing?" Lou Sanniang asked in cooperation.
"It doesn't matter." Rong Xian smiled softly. Her smile was like the warm sun in winter, which made people feel warm, and it was like mellow wine slicing down her throat, making people feel drunk.
"If this matter is false, for me, the people in Qingtian Town are fine, wouldn't it be great?" She looked at Lou Sanniang, her clear phoenix eyes seemed to be full of moonlight: "But if this matter is true , the people in Qingtian Town are on the verge of life and death, I went to this trip, it is extremely important."
Lou Sanniang knew that her own venerable master was going to set up a trap for the Lord of Qingbo City by risking her own life.
Yun Youfeng, who had just arrived, didn't know the inside story. He was moved by these words and cried like a dog in his heart. He said that the wind is the rain and said, "Rong Xian, I'll go with you."
The smile on Rong Xian's face was a little helpless. Before she could speak, Lou Sanniang slapped Yun Youfeng on the back of the head: "What are you going to do? I don't know how to avoid it." I peeled your skin.
This reason is very strong, and Yun Youfeng can't say a word of rebuttal.
For a while, the atmosphere between the three was a little dull, and Rong Xian smiled freely: "Okay, I'm just going to treat a disease, you can treat me as a distant clinic."
"It's easy to say, Qingtian Town is far away from here." Lou Sanniang cried while holding the handkerchief.
Yun Youfeng was also a little sad, but in order to be so masculine, he just said with a straight face: "Okay Sanniang, don't cry, there is a banquet in the world, we will see you again when Rong Xian is done."
Seeing his ugly face, Rong Xian lightly smiled and said, "You Feng, I have been to many places in the past eight years."
She said with nostalgia and sigh: "The vast Central Plains is lively and prosperous, the seaside gusts of wind engulf the sky and the huge waves are shocking, the glaciers and snowfields in the extreme north are pale and solemn, and the sand and dust swept up by the wind will return to tranquility in the chill..."
Looking back, she said seriously: "Since I saved you eight years ago, I have found that you don't seem to have any goals. If that's the case, then go around and look around, and then you will find that this world is wonderful and harmonious. Human insignificance."
Yun Youfeng tasted it for a while, and said with bright eyes, "I will."
What Rong Xian said was so captivating that he couldn't wait to travel abroad.
He said to the driver: "Take care of Doctor Rong."
The coachman lowered his hat and changed his voice slightly, so as not to be recognized by Yunyoufeng.
Damn, didn't Qing Er say that this person is dead? The one with a big life appeared again, and now I just hope that this person will not spoil his affairs.
The driver tried his best to bow his head and nodded, "Don't worry, the little one will definitely not make Dr. Rong thirsty and hungry."
The three bid farewell to each other, and Rong Xian got on the carriage and headed towards Qingtian Town.
Not long after exiting the city gate, the carriage suddenly stopped in a deserted suburb, and the driver of the driver fainted with a heavy eyelids.
Inside the carriage, Rong Xian flipped through the book and asked casually, "Has the situation in Qingtian Town been found out?"
Outside the carriage, Qu Lang, who suddenly appeared, replied respectfully: "It has been verified that this matter is indeed false, and the news was released by Ziwei City."
He glanced at the sleeping coachman and continued: "The coachman is also from Ziwei City."
Rong Xian changed into a comfortable position and leaned back, and did not look away from the medical book. She seemed not to care at all, and casually ordered: "You don't need to worry about this matter, arrange a good person for the City Lord's Mansion, and you can arrange the best person to enter. Well, if you can't arrange it, you can find a way to buy it, and if you can't buy it, you can replace it.
"Yes, this subordinate understands." Qu Lang replied hurriedly.
He waited for a while, and after knowing that Rong Xian had no other orders, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The black mist in the driver's body came out and dissipated, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
After a while, the driver woke up. He blinked, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly reached out and opened the curtain.
Rong Xian raised her eyelids and said lightly, "Let's go after you've had enough rest, the people in Qingtian Town won't be able to wait long."
The driver quickly squeezed a smile on his face and said, "Yes, yes."
He put down the curtain, the smile on the baby's face disappeared completely, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't find out why he suddenly dozed off for a while, so he could only continue to drive forward in the carriage.
In the rough sea, a page boat quickly sailed towards the center of the waves.
Suddenly, the boat stopped. The two figures in the boat turned into streamers and rushed towards the holy mountain suspended in the void.
In Haotian Xianzong, Shen Jiulu was cultivating on the edge of the cliff.
What he practised was swordsmanship, his sword intent was as ruthless as a king, but also as cold as a fairy.
The sword qi filled the air, and it seemed that even this spring-like cliff was wearing his cold and frosty sword qi.
His white robe was not embroidered with the same lotus flowers as Shen Xi, but a string of cedar flowers.
Since waking up thirteen years ago, he has lost all memory and the only thing he has is the purse hanging around his neck.
The cedar tree on the purse is dazzling red, like blood.
In the dream, it seemed that someone was protecting him all the time. Because of his unknown life and death, her blood scalded his heart, but he didn't remember that person.
As his figure fluttered, his sword pierced the water droplets, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and a touch of cinnabar between his eyebrows added a bit of extravagance, making people subconsciously awe.
Suddenly, the sword in Shen Jiulu's hand turned a corner contrary to common sense, and the sword energy seemed to be sprinkled from the sky. Just like him, there was an immortal energy in the coldness, not like everything in the world.
Then, the sword qi was blocked by someone!
Shen Jiuliu's expression didn't change at all, every move opened and closed, the sword light was clear and lingering, and there was an amazing murderous intent hidden in the beauty.
Until the person in the dark was unstoppable, and was stabbed by the sword energy and appeared.
Pointing at the uninvited guests, Shen Jiuliu's tone did not fluctuate at all: "Who are you to dare to break into the holy mountain?"
Rong Xian: Today, there are still good people in this room.
(End of this chapter)