Time passed slowly, and when Yunzhou stopped outside the Wuji Sword Sect, a month had passed.
Rong Xian looked back at the bloody aura that flashed over Rong Guo, and there were faint waves in her eyes.
After all, this war is still going to start, and she is relieved that it is not her who bears the guilt and cuts off the road.
It's not that she doesn't like authority, nor does she despise fame, fortune, and wealth. She is not a god who doesn't eat human fireworks.
She just doesn't want to waste time for these useless things, and she doesn't want to pay for it.
Because this is not an equivalent exchange, nor is it worthwhile.
Rong Xian likes to dress well in power, indulge in the power of controlling everything and the joy of turning her hands into clouds and covering her hands into rain.
But Rong Xian's positioning of these preferences is a weakness. Since it is a weakness, she will overcome it. She is not strong enough to expose her weaknesses at will.
So she understands medicine, she looks extraordinarily harmless, like a child and a daughter of a boudoir, like a doctor who helps the world, and like a sick and unremarkable mortal...
But no matter what it is, her aggression and aggression are rarely exposed.
Rong Xian, she looks without any edges and corners on the surface, very gentle and gentle.
It seems that time has cut off the seven emotions and six desires that belong to human beings, with a trace of divine superiority and compassion for all living beings, the soul is retained by the fine sand of time and washed repeatedly, and finally washed away the lead and flowers in exchange for a clear color of glass, But in fact this piece of glass color is nothing but a mirror.
Even if she really likes medicine, she can only see the flowers in the fog, and it's not clear.
She was too sensible and too clear about what she wanted.
Compared with transcending life and death, and eternal existence, everything is just a stepping stone.
For that ultimate purpose, the prosperity of this road is nothing but a cloud of smoke.
In other words, these positions of power, like Shen Jiulu's love for her, are obstacles that shake her Taoist heart.
When she can't hold back one day, it's not a compromise, it's a destruction.
It was as if she had begun to have killing intent towards Shen Jiu.
In order to prevent Wu Zun from threatening her, she was able to ruthlessly push the bloodline inheritor as a tool, which shows her heart.
When she ascends to the supreme position, she will have whatever she wants, and the whole world will be between her applause.
Because she has always had a clear purpose, Rong Xian is always extraordinarily calm in the face of external temptations.
The corners of Rong Xian's mouth twitched slightly, her smile unfathomable.
And the most important thing right now is-"Mr. Yan, go call the door."
Yan Rui, whose eyes widened in shock, was shocked by His Majesty's sudden appearance:! !
Rong Yu was very alert and looked wherever Yan Rui's eyes could reach, raising his voice and calling, "Teacher?"
Rong Xian smiled inexplicably, and said slowly: "Yu'er has grown up, don't look for a teacher if you have nothing to do, you are no longer in your seventies or eighties."
Rong Yu's happy expression paused, well, he is already a hundred years old.
But these are not problems!
He didn't even dislike Master's soul as an old monster.
Seemingly aware of what he was thinking, Rong Xian glanced at him with a half-smile, and said slowly: "As the saying goes, #raising a child is a hundred years old, and I will be worried about ninety-nine#, I've been worrying about Yu'er for ninety-nine years. It's been nine years, and Yu'er hasn't seen much consideration for me, an old man."
Rong Yu: "..."
If there is no problem with his memory, it is obvious that the master dislikes him for being annoying and threw him to Xiao Jinyang.
It can be said that since he can remember, he has never seen Master worry about him.
The only thing that Master cared about was the Divine Prison. When the mother died and the Divine Prison was released, she began to give him a little energy.
Rong Yu recalled that these were not complaints, but felt that sometimes when the master speaks, he is really talking nonsense!
But he still didn't dare to reply, he could only hold it in his stomach silently.
Rong Xian saw that he had stopped, and then turned to the side in Yan Rui's direction, and said lightly: "Mr. Yan is not going to call the door, are you going to block the gate of Wuji Jianzong all the time?"
Yan Rui's face was blue and black, and he glanced at the cold vortex of sword qi at the entrance of Wuji Sword Sect. He swallowed his saliva unnaturally.
If this is not careful, it will definitely be poked into a honeycomb.
"Your Majesty, why don't you try to shout?" Yan Rui suggested with hope.
Rong Xian's expression suddenly drooped down, and she said calmly, "Mr. Yan, is this giving me advice?"
Yan Rui: "...I dare not."
This cowardly look made Rong Yu almost burst out laughing.
But Yan Rui doesn't feel that he is cowardly, he is clearly #the person who knows current affairs is Junjie#.
Under Rong Xian's gaze, Yan Rui lingered and lingered and finally came to the entrance of Jianzong.
Jianzong is in a small secret realm, and the entrance to the secret realm is surrounded by endless sword energy. Generally, no one is rushing to die.
Yan Rui grimaced, feeling that he was the first person to die in a hurry.
"Yes, is anyone here?" Yan Rui stammered and asked towards the sword qi whirlpool.
Rong Xian said casually, "Mr. Yan's voice is so low, is there something wrong with his throat?"
Yan Rui's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of a way to escape, he nodded and said: "You are right, I don't know why today, my throat is a little uncomfortable..."
"I think you may need Yu'er to hammer two punches." Rong Xian looked at him expressionlessly.
Yan Rui's face twitched and he almost forgot that His Majesty was a doctor.
He changed his tone angrily and said, "No, what Rui means is that Rui's throat is uncomfortable, so he may need to shout a few times to get rid of it."
This desire to survive can be said to be very strong.
Rong Yu: '... ' is a coward.
Rong Xian raised her chin, which was a little obvious.
Yan Rui's face stiffened, and he closed his eyes with a tragic expression and shouted, "May I ask if there is a sword at home?"
The voice fell, and the air was instantly silent.
Rong Xian was silent for a moment, then raised her forehead and said, "Mr. Yan, did you forget your mind on the cloud boat?"
Yan Rui was also embarrassed. He said the wrong thing just now because he was nervous.
But looking at the motionless scene around him, he became much more courageous.
Yan Rui coughed lightly, holding his breath and just about to shout again, a cold voice suddenly said: "There are swords and people here, which sword are you looking for, who is it?"
Yan Rui's words suddenly choked in his throat, almost choking him.
He hurriedly looked up and looked forward, only to see a light curtain emerging from the vortex. A young man in a white robe was looking at them coldly, as if there were dead things without life in front of him. .
Rong Yu stepped forward, smiling gracefully, and said, "We are friends of Mr. Ning Sanjian Ning and Mr. Yun Changsheng Yun. We haven't seen each other for a long time. We want to meet them to catch up."
The young man's expression softened and he said, "It turned out to be looking for Senior Brother Ning and Senior Brother Yun. I don't know how the two senior brothers met you. They have just returned from Nanrong."
(End of this chapter)