Since the day the Rong family disappeared, Rong Xian's life has taken a turn. What she wanted to do most before was to end the unfree life of suppressing the Biao Demon Prison, and put aside the transaction with the Tao of Heaven.
No one can hurt her anymore, no one can control her anymore.
Whether it was a magic cultivator who spread all over the world when she was Venerable Master, or traveled all over the four states as Doctor Rong and was full of chess pieces, she was turning this world into her own little by little.
The scenery that belongs to her is far more dazzling and dazzling than hers.
#On the enforceability of domineering desire to control#
Now all she wants to do and can do, seems to be the only thing left to punish those traitors.
The corners of Rong Xian's mouth were slightly upturned, and her smile was bright and soft. She was still the kind-hearted, pure and kind Doctor Rong, and no one could see her paranoia.
She raised her head and looked at the bright red cinnabar mole on Shen Jiuliu's eyebrows, and thought silently: Well, she can still take back the blood of the Sword Emperor.
Shen Jiuliu, who was paying the most attention to her, vaguely heard what she said, but didn't hear it clearly. He asked suspiciously, "Xiaoxian, what did you just say?"
Rong Xian stroked the non-existent folds on the clothes, and Shi Shiran said, "I said, the tea the old man gave, I will brew it for a long time after I go back."
Shen Jiulu: "..."
"Ku Liu doesn't want the old man to be disappointed, right?" Rong Xian blinked, full of hope.
Shen Jiulu said silently, "But that's for you."
Rong Xian showed a bright smile like a summer flower, and said to Shen Jiuliu, who was slightly absent-minded: "How come Jiujiu is so unfamiliar with me, mine is not yours."
Shen Jiu nodded consciously by this smile.
Seeing his agreement, Rong Xian's smile immediately faded, and she said slowly, "Since Kuyu has agreed, then go back and take a bag of tea."
Shen Jiulu's body froze when he came back to his senses. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
On the big tree not far away, Fan He looked at the men and women in front of the dilapidated house, her eyes were a little complicated.
Rong Xian is not the most beautiful, her cultivation is not high, she is soft-hearted and easy to deceive...
But it is undeniable that even though this person is full of shortcomings, he has one of the greatest advantages than their monks—humanity.
Kind and beautiful, pure and warm.
She can make anyone feel warm and beautiful, and can give all hopeless people a glimmer of hope and strength. She is like light but not bright, but is as gentle and gentle as moonlight that no one can ignore. When you need it, come to your side and give you the courage to live.
And what about the monks
Fan He sighed in the bottom of her heart, since she embarked on the journey of cultivating immortals, no matter if they were to cut off the red dust or to avoid karma, they were far away from the crowd.
They separate themselves from ordinary people and stay with loneliness and loneliness. On the way to pursue the Tao, they can never find the mentality of being ordinary people again.
Whether intentional or not, they are completely separated from ordinary people and become two different groups.
Rong Xian is really good. She is like the way of heaven created by bringing together all the most beautiful things in the world. Just looking at her makes people feel happy and warm.
Although the Young Sect Master has cultivated immortality, he seems to be cold and indifferent, but he has a soft heart.
The two were a perfect match, so she couldn't pick out any reason to stop them.
Fan He turned her head to look at Ling Lan, who was staring at the Young Sect Master, and asked softly, "Ling Lan, what do you like about the Young Sect Master?"
Ling Lan retracted her gaze from Shen Jiulu, thought for a while and replied, "The first time I met when I was a child, when Junior Brother Jiulu told me that he would be very powerful in the future and that he would definitely protect me, I would never see him again. someone else."
Fan He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Linglan, so many people in the sect are willing to protect you, why must it be the young sect master?"
Ling Lan was stunned, looked at the handsome young man not far away, and murmured, "But there are so many people in the sect, why can't it be Shen Jiulu."
Fan He didn't answer, Ling Lan was so stubborn, she had absolutely no choice.
The two sat on the tree silently, as if they were thinking about something.
At the door, the sun was just above her head at this time, Rong Xian looked at the oil-paper umbrella that had been irradiated by the sun, and said softly, "Long stay, it's getting late, we should go back."
Shen Jiulu looked up at the time, hurriedly carried the medicine box on his back, picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the ground and handed it to Rong Xian, and asked softly, "Xiao Xian hungry? Let's go have lunch."
Seeing that he didn't seem to find the function of the umbrella, and didn't think it was strange for Rong Xian to carry this umbrella, Rong Xian couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said in a gentle and gentle tone: "Okay, listen to you."
At this moment, Shen Jiulu seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming. No one has ever given him such a feeling, let him worry, let him be happy with his joy, worry with his worries, every frown and smile affects his emotions.
Rong Xian is not the most beautiful, but her every move has a classical atmosphere, and the mysterious feeling intertwined with the ancient meaning and the present makes his mind turbulent.
Rong Xian is not the best, but no one can blame her for her character. She is like light, she just stands there and illuminates the people who are approaching. There is nothing about her that can't stop his heart.
"Okay, let's go." Shen Jiulu heard his cold voice stained with indescribable tenderness.
The two left together, a small head appeared behind the door, Xiaole rolled his eyes, and said with a smile, "Mother, I think Doctor Rong and Brother Shen are a good match."
The woman standing behind him coughed lightly, patted the back of his head, and said angrily, "Do you know what it means to match at a young age?"
Xiaole ran into the backyard to help her sister cook, and muttered, "Although I am young, I know a lot. Matching means that they are like husband and wife."
Outside the house, the woman watched the two leave with each other, her eyes full of blessings, hoping that these two kindhearted people could achieve a positive result.
On the big tree, Fan He saw Shen Jiulu and Rong Xian leave and said, "Let's go, let's go back to the City Lord's Mansion first."
When Ling Lan saw the extremely harmonious backs of the two, her eyes sank.
She snorted coldly, turned to leave, and Fan He hurriedly followed.
On the street, Shen Jiulu looked at the woman beside him. Even though the two of them were just walking in such a bland way, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction in his heart. He was happier than he had learned a set of swordsmanship.
"Xiao Xian, would you like to go back with me to see Master?" Shen Jiulu suddenly blurted out and made his debut.
When the words fell, he was stunned, and he didn't expect that he could say such Meng Lang's words without thinking.
This, this disagreement, the rhythm of the parents made his cold and fair handsome face a blushing.
He wanted to take this sentence back, but he couldn't help the longing in his heart. He wanted to know Xiaoxian's answer, whether Xiaoxian felt the same mood as him, and whether he had the same friendship with him.
Rong Xian blinked, her face remained calm, and her heart became alert.
Why did Shen Jiulu suddenly take her to see Shen Xi? Could it be that Shen Jiulu found something and wanted to use Shen Xi to verify it or take action directly
Rong Xian: I didn't even see it, Shen Jiuliu smiled on your face, MMP in your heart (ー`ー)
(End of this chapter)