Seeing Rong Xian leave, Qing Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He was obviously a doctor with poor skills, so how could he put more pressure on the city lord
He recruited two cultivators with a higher level of cultivation and instructed: "You two stay here, if Doctor Rong needs anything, be sure to do it well."
"Yes." The two responded in unison.
Inside the house, Rong Xian stood in front of the window, looking out with deep eyes.
The man just said that Qing Bo would come back within three days. It seems that Qing Bo took his wife very seriously and asked him to rush back from the holy mountain desperately.
After getting people to prepare water for bathing, Rong Xian took a medical book and placed it on the soft slump just in case. She turned around and sat cross-legged on the couch, urging the Sword Emperor's blood essence to transform her own blood.
In the early morning of the third day, Rong Xian, who was cultivating, suddenly opened her eyes and picked up the medical book next to her. She crooked and lay lazily on the couch.
She slowly flipped through the book in her hand, as if reading it very seriously.
But a moment later, there was a knock on the door: "Doctor Rong, are you awake?"
Rong Xian responded and said, "Come in."
The maid opened the door and saw that Rong Xian was looking at the medical book, she quickly lowered her head and said, "Doctor Rong, the city lord has returned to the mansion, please come over in the hall now."
Rong Xian put down the book and said kindly, "You wait outside for a while, I'll change my clothes and go."
The maid obediently withdrew and waited outside the door. When Rong Xian came out again, the white robe on her body had been changed to purple and silver gauze.
She followed behind the maid and walked slowly, even though she really wanted to see the city lord, she couldn't see the slightest urgency.
Outside the hall, the guards on both sides bent over to show respect.
Rong Xian's footsteps paused because she found an acquaintance in the hall.
The little wolf cub who used to follow Ningyue seems to have grown up now.
Rong Xian walked in calmly, as if the momentary pause just now did not exist.
Qing Bo, dressed in a crimson city master uniform, greeted him, with a slightly pale face with a warm smile: "Doctor Rong is here, I've been waiting for you for two years, and finally I'm here."
Rong Xian's eyes lingered on his face for a moment, and she lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes. This person's aura is very similar to that of Shiqiaojian thirteen years ago, but it is also a little different. Could it be two groups of people
She sighed slightly and said, "Uncle Shi's way of 'looking forward to people' is particularly interesting."
Uncle
Qing Bo looked at Rong Xian suspiciously, and after a long time he asked tentatively, "Are you a disciple of Xuanhua Mountain?"
Rong Xian tilted her head slightly and said, "My teacher, the real master of Tsinghua, has changed his medical way because his body is not suitable for practicing swordsmanship. Now he has not returned to Xuanhua Mountain for eight years."
She changed her words and looked at Qing Bo more sincerely and said, "Master once mentioned Uncle Shi when I was a child, and the person who never wanted to besiege and block the disciple for two years is actually you. If you reveal your identity as soon as possible, the disciple will not bother Uncle Master with all kinds of calculations. Came to the door in person."
When the words 'encircle, chase and intercept' came out, the atmosphere suddenly became very embarrassing.
Let's not mention how embarrassed and uncomfortable Qing Bo was, but with a staunch surprise on his face, he went straight down the slope and said, "It turns out that Dr. Rong, who is famous in the world, is my nephew, and my nephew is very capable. bright."
He turned around and sat on the main seat, stretched out his hand and invited him, "Junior nephew Rong also sits, and we finally saw each other once. Junior nephew will stay with me for a longer time."
Rong Xian picked up the teacup on the table and said with a half-smile, "Of course, otherwise I'd be sorry for Uncle Shi's troublesome layout."
At this meeting, she was very disappointed with this uncle.
I thought he was a ruthless hero, but I didn't expect that ruthlessness was true, but he was narrow-minded and difficult to become a great weapon. The road of martial arts has been narrowed and narrowed by him. If there is no accident, he will not break through in this life. No wonder he is so anxious about the sword emperor. Blood.
Qing Bo's face sank, and the powerful aura spread throughout the living room, and even the guard standing outside the door knelt on the ground in horror.
Rong Xian didn't change her face, she just sat on the seat so quietly, her dark eyes looked at the ups and downs of tea in the cup, her attitude was calm and gentle.
It is not a superficial disguise, nor is it a habit that comes from the family environment, but a kind of character revealed from the deepest part of the soul, a kind of strength that is not afraid of life and death, and a kind of view of all things as nothing, or to see all things as equal. of great mercy.
Rong Xian's face remained calm, but she sighed inwardly, all these imposing manners were shown to be ugly, didn't you see that the little wolf cubs behind him were all mocking.
Qing Bo didn't know how stupid his behavior was in the eyes of others. He looked at Rong Xian with a flash of admiration in his eyes, and with all his momentum, he said, "Your master taught you very well."
Rong Xian put down the teacup and raised her eyebrows with a smile. She has a gentle and gentle temperament. During the short time she spent together, she showed excellent upbringing, and her gestures were as elegant as a scroll of ancient ink: "You have won a prize."
Qing Bo hesitated and said, "I will ask my nephew to accompany me to a place later."
Rong Xian sighed and said, "Uncle Shi's direct order is that this disciple will never refuse you."
After the two chatted for a while, the people who had been following Qingbo felt bored and left.
At this time, Qing Bo took Rong Xian into the study and opened the door. Behind the study was a very deep secret room. The cold air from the secret room made Rong Xian's eyes twinkle, and she closed her clothes in discomfort.
Well, Rong Xian really can't forget that she is a big lady who fights five scumbags all the time.
Qing Bo winked and took the cloak from the side and gave it to her, and said apologetically, "I was negligent. I forgot that my nephew's technique is not very good, and I can't resist the cold air here."
Rong Xian took the cape and put it on her body, thanked her, and followed into the ice room.
There was an ice bed in the ice room, and the woman lay there quietly in a pink dress, as if she was asleep.
There were snow lotus flowers all around her, and she was like a fairy.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Qing Bo walked to the ice bed, stretched out his hand and stroked the woman's face, and asked stupidly.
Rong Xian nodded, indeed, this woman is very beautiful.
Qing Bo stared at the woman for a while before he came back to his senses: "This is my wife Zeng Shui, who lost her temper just now and made my nephew laugh."
Rong Xian smiled tolerantly, and thoughtfully changed the subject: "Uncle Shi asked the disciple to come here to save the wife."
Qing Bo nodded and said, "Shui'er has been in a coma for 20 years. Back then, when I was young, I made a lot of enemies, which caused Shui'er to be implicated to the point of death. Over the years, I have tried my best to keep her alive. "
More importantly, Zeng Shui's vitality could not last long.
Rong Xian thought for a while, and with a flick of her fingertips, a silver thread popped out of her hand wearing a silver needle and tied to Zeng Shui's wrist.
She put her fingertips on the silk thread, her eyes were calm and serene.
Rong Xian: Today's vest is still strictly worn.
(End of this chapter)