Qingbo squeezed out a dry smile and said, "It's good that my nephew is happy, you have always been alone, and I can feel more at ease when I have friends."
He asked casually, "What's your friend's name?"
"Shen Jiuliu." Rong Xian glanced at him without a trace, and said with a small smile, "Uncle, his name sounds nice, right?"
Qingbo's face twitched, who wants to know whether his name sounds good or not.
He praised insincerely: "It's very nice, why didn't the nephew bring people back, it's such a heavy rain outside to let people leave alone, it's a shame to treat guests."
Rong Xian blinked and said innocently, "I have something to do for a long time, so I didn't come."
"Then next time you meet him, remember to bring him back." Qing Bo said impatiently.
Rong Xian looked up at him, with some doubts in her eyes, and pretended to ask, "Uncle Shi... seems to be very concerned about this friend of mine."
Why Qing Bo cares about Shen Jiulu, she knows better than anyone else, this person is nothing more than coveting her things.
Qing Bo's eyes flashed, and he said, "This is the first time my nephew has praised someone in front of me, so I couldn't help but be curious. Besides, my nephew is a pure and kind person, and my uncle, my uncle, will always be there for me. You are the gatekeeper, don't let some ill-intentioned people hurt you."
Rong Xian sighed, "Uncle Shi, I trust my own vision more than your checks."
This seemed like a joke, and Qing Bo's eyes sank. He said lightly, "My nephew is still young and has little experience, so it is inevitable that he will be used by those who are interested."
Rong Xian lowered her eyebrows and smiled, looking like she was very good at speaking: "Uncle Master also knows that I have traveled outside alone for eight years, and I have learned enough. Uncle Master, don't worry, I will not let anyone take advantage of me. ."
This resignation was very obvious, and Qing Bo also heard it. He looked at Rong Xian deeply, and left with a flick of his sleeves.
If Rong Xian was still in use now, he would never have left such an uncontrollable person.
After Qing Bo left, Rong Xian turned around, looking at the direction he was leaving, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the powerful momentum made the water droplets on the leaves explode.
"My things, not any cat or dog can make up their minds." She whispered to herself, the coldness and disdain in her tone were particularly obvious.
She carefully planned the layout, tried step by step, and did not disturb anyone to take the sword emperor's blood into the bag, how could it make Qingbo such an idiot bad thing.
That's all, the massacre of Shiqiaojian was mixed with this person, so he should leave it to Yu Xiu.
No, it should be a long stay.
The rain didn't stop, it was getting late, Rong Xian wanted to see Shen Jiulu on a whim when she was about to fall asleep.
During the day, the green skirt was wet by the rain, so she changed into a purple skirt covered with silver gauze, and followed the prohibition on the stone doll with an umbrella.
Halfway down the road, she stopped and the corners of her mouth rose a lot.
Well, Uncle Shi was really worried about her, so he sent so many people to follow her secretly after going out.
When she came to a pavilion, she put down the umbrella lightly, took out a jade flute from her sleeve and played it.
The melodious and melodious sound makes people intoxicated, as if swimming in the sea, flying in the vast blue sky, and suddenly the flute turns, like the low murmur of the mother's songs at night, which makes people feel relaxed and fall into a deep sleep.
The flute sound stopped abruptly, Rong Xian's consciousness swept over the person lying on the ground sleeping in the rain, bent over and supported the umbrella, and walked forward unhurriedly.
As for how these stalking people are, tsk, who cares if they die.
He thought that Shen Jiulu would live in a nearby inn, but who knew that he would end up in a poor and ruined temple.
Rong Xian's expression didn't change at all when she heard the faint sound of pain coming from inside.
She paused for a moment, turned and walked in the other direction, and after a long time, she came back unhurriedly.
She put her umbrella outside the ruined temple, lifted her skirt and walked in.
Into the eye, is the broken stone statue. On the hay next to the stone statue, Shen Jiuliu lay there with a pale face and cold sweat on his forehead.
Rong Xian came to him, squatted down and pulled his hand to take his pulse seriously.
There was nothing serious except for the churning of blood.
She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, her right index finger was pressed between Shen Jiuliu's eyebrows, and with the help of the spiritual energy in the water spirit beads, circles of obscure and mysterious power escaped from her fingertips.
The blood of the Sword Emperor sealed in the cinnabar mole slowly entered the Wood Spirit Orb along this obscure force, but after a while, a small half of it had been taken back.
Suddenly, a heavy and desolate aura quickly penetrated into her body along Rong Xian's fingertips.
The wood spirit orb in her body shook violently, Rong Xian's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
She looked at the gray power flowing in her blood and said in surprise, "The power of the curse?!"
When he went to see Shen Jiulu again, Shen Jiulu's frowning brows had eased, and the boiling blood had also subsided.
The rumors were indeed true, that the Yu clan would suffer heart-wrenching pain when they obtained the blood of the Sword Emperor.
With a wave of her sleeves, the curse instantly dissipated, and the blood and dust on the ground flew out.
Wiping the blood from her mouth, she took out a Qi-tonifying pill from her sleeve and stuffed it into Shen Jiuliu's mouth, and quickly touched his acupuncture point with her fingertips.
Seeing him fall asleep peacefully, Rong Xian breathed a sigh of relief.
Her hands quickly formed seals, and rays of light invisible to the naked eye passed through Shen Jiuliu's body as if alive, dragging out the gray powers in his body one by one.
One by one, they were exposed to the air and were directly wiped out by Rong Xian.
The power of the curse is very terrifying to others, but to Rong Xian, who has the Wood Spirit Orb, it is just a supplement to enhance her strength. She should not dislike the low level of this supplement.
The Wood Spirit Orb devours all power, purifies it, and then feeds it back to its owner.
With the Wood Spirit Orb, the power of the curse couldn't be easier.
After the power of the curse in Shen Jiulu's body was expelled, Rong Xian's hands fell weakly.
This kind of low-level magic has also made her so difficult, and she really needs to recover her strength quickly.
But with her current strength, she could only take the Sword Emperor blood essence once a month, and it would take one more time to recover all the blood essence, and everything had to be done slowly.
Although the sword emperor's blood essence is in Shen Jiulu's body, the power of the curse will not be completely eradicated, but it doesn't matter, the newly generated curse will not appear too frequently, nor will it affect Shen Jiulu's combat power.
Instead, she was worried that Shen Jiulu was captured by those who coveted the blood of the Sword Emperor because of the power of the curse, and she had to find a way to save people, which was too troublesome.
Looking at the light outside, Rong Xian stood up and walked outside the ruined temple. The heavy rain had stopped.
Breathing in the fresh air, she picked up the jade flute and played a tune she hadn't played in thirteen years.
"Xiaoxian, you are amazing, this song is so good, what's the name?"
"It's called urchin, do you like it?"
"The tune is nice, but the name isn't nice, and I'm not an urchin."
"It can only be called an urchin."
"It's okay to call the urchin, but you have to blow it to me again."
The cheerful sound of the flute sounded in his ears, Shen Jiulu slowly opened his eyes, and murmured softly: "urchin..."
Rong Xian: There are always people who don't know what to do and want to eat.
(End of this chapter)