"I accidentally fell down just now, and I was abrupt on this junior sister, and I hoped for the junior sister Haihan." The woman in the yellow shirt said with a tender smile, and she called Rong Xian as the junior sister.
Before the two could speak, she said again: "My name is Si Wenning, we don't know each other, how about sitting down and having a cup of tea together?"
Shen Jiulu swallowed the words in his mouth and waited for Rong Xian's decision. He hadn't forgotten that he and Xiaoxian were here to solve lunch.
Rong Xian pursed her lips. It was the first time she saw this kind of self-talking person, and it was someone who was inexplicably implicated in her. It happened that she also wanted to find out about this person, so she responded with kindness: "It's so good."
The three of them walked towards the private room on the second floor. Xiao Er took away the meal that Si Wenning had just asked for, and put it on the table again.
"They are still in the mood to eat!" Ling Lan stood not far away, stomping her feet in anger.
Fan He did not agree with her words, but a dignified expression on her brows. She could see clearly just now that the woman in the yellow shirt had deliberately bumped into Rong Xian. What was this person's purpose? Is he an enemy or a friend? !
"Senior Sister Fanhe, did you listen to me?" Ling Lan asked through gritted teeth.
Fan He came back to his senses and said solemnly: "I heard it, but Junior Sister, the important thing now is the woman who suddenly appeared. She seems to have no other purpose."
Ling Lan's face changed slightly: "Aiming at Jiu Liu or Haotian Xianzong?"
Fan He said lightly, "At Rong Xian."
Ling Lan snorted coldly: "Since it's aimed at Rong Xian, maybe it's her enemy, so what's our business?"
"Junior sister." Fan He said disapprovingly, "Rong Xian is also our friend."
Ling Lan sneered: "Did she admit it? Senior sister, it is the most inadvisable to intervene in the cause and effect of others at will. This is not conducive to cultivation. I think the master should have taught it long ago."
She said word by word: "Senior sister, the red dust aura on your body is getting heavier and heavier."
After that, he turned and walked towards the City Lord's Mansion.
Fan He stood there, looking a little confused.
Red dust atmosphere? But she didn't feel wrong.
After a long time, she sighed, turned and walked towards the stronghold of the Clear Sky Immortal Sect where the third elder settled. Maybe she should ask the elder for advice.
Inside the inn, Rong Xian leaned her umbrella against the door. As soon as she sat down, Shen Jiulu picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for her, her cold eyebrows with a hint of tenderness: "I'm tired, take a rest first."
Rong Xian picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Si Wenning, who had been staring at Shen Jiuliu. She had some doubts in her eyes. She hadn't heard the surname Si for a long time, and she only remembered it twice. The first time I heard it was more than a thousand years ago.
At that time, the Rong family was still there, and it was recorded in the Rong family's collection that the surname Si was the national surname of the ancient Xia Dynasty, and only the heir to the royal family of the Xia Dynasty was qualified to have the surname Si.
After the Rong family was busy, she also checked the classics curiously, and only pieced together an unexpected world from a few words.
It was a completely different civilization from now. Now there are many sects, and the people are either protected by the city lord or by the sect, and most of the city lords were born in the sect.
To put it simply, this world is a world of martial arts, and chaos has its own rules.
The dynasties are different, the people or sects are managed by the state, the state power is concentrated in the imperial power, the imperial power is high, and the emperor replaces the herdsmen.
Rong Xian's clear phoenix eyes were brimming with brilliance, as if she really wanted to see the world that had never appeared in front of her.
The second time I heard it was thirteen years ago. After the body was resurrected, she looked at the body's father's memory. If she remembered correctly, the man's surname was Si.
Rong Xian didn't read too many memories, but only read the memories of this body from birth to eight years old, and then took action to erase these memories from the man's brain.
For that person, the erased memory seems to be just the tip of the iceberg.
She glanced at Si Wenning, they both had the same surname, and the two were probably related, which could explain why she felt that Si Wenning was involved with her.
All kinds of thoughts in his mind turned sharply, but it was only a fleeting thing.
Rong Xian drank all the tea in the cup, her expression soft and helpless: "Kujiu, you have been busy for a long time, let's use some together, don't be too busy for me."
She handed the chopsticks to Shen Jiuliu, smiling softly and softly.
Shen Jiulu took the chopsticks, his expression did not change at all, but judging from the breath around him, he was definitely in a good mood at this time.
Si Wenning sat on the chair and dangled her legs freely. Her laughter was as crisp as a bell: "Kujiu, you really raised your junior sister as a daughter."
Shen Jiulu glanced at her and said lightly, "A lot of things."
He didn't have any ill will towards Si Wenning, but this woman almost smashed his sweetheart as soon as she appeared, which made him quite annoyed. After getting to know her, he still admired such a free-spirited and passionate woman.
Si Wenning heard that Shen Jiulu was taking care of her, happy like a child: "Hum, I'm just reminding you that a woman's name is important, you are so sticky, I don't know, I think you are with you. What's wrong with your junior sister, when others point at your junior sister, you won't have to be angry."
She rolled her eyes, and her tone became a little more bewitching: "When a man encounters this kind of thing, others are at most just a romantic sentence. If a woman encounters it, there is no other way than finding a rope to hang herself to death. For the sake of your junior sister, you should pay more attention."
Shen Jiuliu had no childhood memories, and grew up in the holy mountain, with a pure heart. Hearing her say this, her face turned pale, she only felt that she almost harmed Xiaoxian, and even the cinnabar between her brows became sad.
Rong Xian lowered her head and moved the rice grains in the bowl, the corners of her mouth curled up in a playful arc, it seemed that Si Wenning really liked Shen Jiulu, otherwise she would not want to separate them by any means.
This woman, who seems to be in her twenties, has a very old-fashioned method. Shen Jiulu doesn't notice it at all.
Rong Xian thought for a while, and felt that this girl was trying so hard to separate them, and it seemed immoral for her not to cooperate.
Her unmarked luck made her face pale, as if she was frightened by her words.
Si Wenning's sly eyes were full of smug smiles, she was like a child who succeeded in mischief, full of wickedness: "It's a long time to stay with this..."
"It's Rong Xian." Seeing that she stopped suddenly, as if she didn't know how to call herself, Rong Xian introduced herself very politely.
Si Wenning nodded kindly and continued, "It's been a long time since I stayed with Rong Xian as a brother and sister, so it's not harmful to be a little closer, but I'll have to pay attention in the future."
Rong Xian: My mood is a little complicated. This is the first time I see someone talking nonsense in front of me (_)
(End of this chapter)