Qing looked at everyone in the arena, a big smile spread on the baby's face, he respectfully said to Rong Xian: "Doctor Rong, the city lord is still waiting for the reply from his subordinates."
Although the words are respectful, the persecution is very obvious.
Rong Xian took a deep look at Qingyi, and pretended to sigh with emotion: "Uncle Shi and his old man are always so caring for the younger generation, and he is also considerate and loving, so he can be blessed by God and live a long life."
Qing Yi's smile froze, but he knew in his heart that what Rong Xian said was definitely the opposite, but Rong Xian's tone was so raw and sincere that life would not be annoyed.
And that 'God's blessing, long life and a hundred years of life' is definitely not a curse
After a monk has cultivated to a high level, he is free from the mortal body, detached from the world, and can live the same life as the world.
This hundred-year-old life is just a mediocre mortal in the mundane world.
The city owner has lofty aspirations, and if he is truly blessed by God, he should stand at the top of the common people.
Qing Yi looked at Rong Xian carefully, and when she met those clear sky-like eyes, she knew in her heart that Rong Xian was just a doctor who knew a little magic. In the end, she was a mortal. , I am afraid that even the cultivator is not clear how strong it is.
Confused by Rong Xian's appearance, Qing Yi couldn't help thinking of an excuse for her, and then listened to Rong Xian's Shi Shiran saying: "Uncle Shi is so kind, even if he is a nephew for filial piety, he should obey his uncle's wishes. "
"filial piety, filial piety?" Qing Yi's frozen face cracked suddenly. He wanted to say something, and then he heard Rong Xian say slowly, "I will stay for the time being. Manager Qing thanked my uncle for your concern."
Qing Yi was choked for a while before he realized it. He shrugged his hands stiffly, and said with a sullen face, "Your subordinates will definitely bring it to you."
After all, he turned and left, without stopping for a while.
Rong Xian watched his back go away, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
Well, it was Qingbo who insisted that she stay, and she couldn't blame her for what happened next.
If she calculates correctly, since the ban is lifted to the present, enough people from Leng Yue will come to Ziwei City.
Qing Bo and the tiger seeking skin may not have a good end.
It just happened to take this opportunity to let Shen Jiulu discover the traces of the murderer of the clan, and she could not find an opportunity to get back the remaining sword emperor blood in this turmoil.
Rong Xian's school was leisurely and content, but the lily of the valley over there exploded directly.
She leaned against Shen Jiuliu's arms, and said with a white face and angrily, "Rong Xian, what do you mean, we all went to the City Lord's Mansion because of you, but you backed away when you said you backed down, are you playing us like monkeys?!"
Rong Xian shook her head and explained, "That's not the case, I have..." Other thoughts.
Before she could finish her words, Si Wenning interrupted: "Doctor Rong, I think this is actually your fault, you are the one who decided to leave, and you are the one who gave up. Originally we were there to help you, but now You are no longer human inside and out, and Miss Linglan was injured because of this, aren’t you making others laugh at us?”
Rong Xian's eyes were faintly apologetic: "I didn't think about it that much, didn't I..."
"You don't think so much? You just think about yourself. Rong Xian, you should really let those who praise you outside see how selfish you are." Ling Lan said sharply.
Si Wenning smiled coquettishly and said: "Doctor Rong, I didn't know much about the relationship between the two of you when I first came here, but I want to know, you are from the same family as City Lord Qingbo, and you are friends with us, do you choose the same family or the same family? Choose a friend? Your friend met your uncle because of you, and now he is still injured. You will leave after a word from your uncle, which makes it difficult for us."
Ling Lan tugged at the corner of Shen Jiuliu's clothes tightly, and sneered yin and yang: "Let's go first, don't disturb Doctor Rong and her uncle to communicate with each other. They have a deep relationship with each other, and we are all outsiders."
Rong Xian seemed to be left speechless by their aggressiveness, but she was actually tsk tsk in her heart. Unexpectedly, these two women were quite strong in combat. With just a few words, she was forced into a desperate situation, and she was not given a chance to explain, which induced Shen Jiu to remain suspicious. She, it seems that Ling Lan has learned a lot of tricks from Si Wenning.
Sure enough, just as she was about to speak, Ling Lan leaned against Shen Jiulu's arms and covered her arms, screaming weakly, and holding onto Shen Jiulu tightly.
Shen Jiuliu looked at Rong Xian apologetically, and said to Si Wenning, "Miss Si, I'll take Senior Sister back to her room, can you help treat Senior Sister's wound?"
Si Wenning sneered at Rong Xian and replied with a bright smile, "Of course, we are friends."
She took two steps forward and supported Linglan towards the outside of the small courtyard. Shen Jiuliu looked at Rong Xian, and the corners of her lips moved to say something, but when she heard Linglan's voice, he didn't care about anything else and hurriedly chased after him. go out.
Rong Xian was the only one left in the courtyard in an instant. She stood at the door, looking at the bright sun in the sky, rubbing the beads on her wrist, and the gentle aura around her body subsided, and a faint coldness dissipated.
She asked casually, "Is Yuewei here?"
In the shadow of the house, Qu Lang put a storage ring on the table and respectfully replied, "It's already here, my lord."
Rong Xian didn't lift her head and said, "Since the Moon Guard of Leng Yue has arrived, inform Venerable Hanxi that the plan can begin, and spread the news immediately."
"Yes, my lord."
Although Qu Lang didn't understand why Rong Xian wanted to spread the news that the Sword Emperor's blood was on her, this was an order, and he only needed to execute it.
Qu Lang slapped his mouth. In fact, he also wanted the blood of the Sword Emperor, but life was more important. He knew too well how powerful Venerable Hanxi and others were.
After Qu Lang left, Rong Xian turned around and returned to the room, closed the door with her sleeves, picked up the storage ring on the table, and walked casually to the bookcase.
She looked at the manuscript Yun Youfeng casually placed, and her eyes darkened.
Rong Xian's white fingers touched the stack of manuscripts she had written, her phoenix eyes were clean and without the slightest emotion, she whispered softly: "What mortals want, or fame and fortune, or immortality, or resurrection from the dead."
But in the face of immortality and resurrection, everything will automatically give in, and no one can resist their temptation.
She carefully placed the stack of manuscripts in the medical book, and then carefully hid the medical book among these books, leaving a little flaw, and then all the arrangements were completed.
Only then did Rong Xian have time to take out the storage ring left by Qu Lang. With a swipe of her consciousness, she found that the medicinal materials she had ordered to go down were all collected.
She squeezed the storage ring tightly, with a complicated and deep expression: "Zhuhua Dan, the only medicine that can temporarily restrain the sunshade."
She originally thought that she could wait until the Sword Emperor's blood essence was unblocked to eliminate the sunshade power by herself, but the plan had already begun, and she herself was in the game. In order to avoid unexpected situations, she could only prepare the burning flower pill.
Realizing that it was too early, Rong Xian walked over to the soft slump and sat cross-legged, took out all the medicinal materials, with the palm of her right palm facing upwards, a cluster of red flames ignited.
Rong Xian: Uncle Shi is always so kind and hard to resist, and the enthusiasm makes people a little embarrassed ╮(╯▽╰)╭
PS:
Thanks to the little angels for their rewards and monthly tickets, I am so happy, thank you.
Well, it's still 10,000 words at 5 o'clock, 17:05, 18:05, and 19:05. The time of day 10,000 is at least a week, ('').
(End of this chapter)