Yang Ming couldn't sit still a little bit, but it was easy to hear from the master's words that now the whole world knew that the blood of the Sword Emperor was on the younger sister.
"Master, this disciple wants to find the younger sister." Yang Ming asked for orders.
Tsinghua did not reject him. Instead, he instructed earnestly, "This is what the teacher has in mind. If you were a teacher at ordinary times, you wouldn't know the whereabouts of your sister, but now it is very clear."
He put his fingertips together, and a light ball bounced into Yang Ming's sea of consciousness. Yang Ming took a closer look and found that it was actually a map.
"Your junior sister will definitely go to Shiqiao Stream, and you will wait for her when you go there. Take people back and tell her that she is my disciple of Tsinghua University one day, and she will always be my disciple. No matter what happens, Mount Xuanhua will protect her. Her." Tsinghua said decisively.
Yang Ming responded immediately, "Yes, Master."
After saying goodbye to Tsinghua, Yangming packed his things and prepared to leave Xuanhua Mountain.
Si Xin had just finished practicing swordsmanship, and before she had time to return to her room, she heard a lot of discussion among the disciples in the mountain gate.
She was surprised at the birth of the Sword Emperor's blood. When she heard that the Sword Emperor's blood was on Rong Xian, her heart skipped a beat. Then she heard that the master called the senior brother and asked the senior brother to go down the mountain to find the little boy who had been away for eight years. When I was a junior sister, my whole body was blown up, and I didn't care about my image at all, and ran towards Yangming's room quickly.
Yang Ming had just packed his things when someone knocked the door open. When he looked back, he saw Si Xin angrily ran over and asked him, "Senior Brother, are you going to find Rong Xian?"
Yang Ming frowned and said displeasedly, "Second Junior Sister, what kind of decency are you rushing into like this?"
Si Xin pursed her lips, and said aggrievedly, "I'm also worried, Senior Brother, I've heard that the Sword Emperor's blood is spreading on Rong Xian. If you bring her back to the sect, it's not for us. Do you invite disaster? Senior Brother, you must also consider the safety of other disciples in the sect."
"Shut up." Yang Ming reprimanded in a deep voice, "Little Junior Sister is also Master's apprentice, and is our junior sister from the same sect. If you don't like her, she is also my disciple of Xuanhua Mountain."
He approached Si Xin step by step, and the aura of his whole body unabashedly pressed against Si Xin, obviously to teach this unspeakable junior sister a small lesson: "The most important thing among fellow students is unity, and when something happens, abandon it. In the same sect, Xuanhua Mountain was destroyed from the root."
Yang Ming's tone was extremely heavy: "Si Xin, little junior sister has never been sorry to you, no matter why you dislike her, I hope that at this critical time, Xuanhua Mountain can be unanimous. Even if you die, you must be worthy of your heart. "
After saying that, he picked up the burden and crossed the mind and walked outside the sect, turning into a sword shadow and heading towards the stone bridge stream.
Ever since the news of the Sword Emperor's blood essence became an open secret, the entire Xiaoqianjie has remained calm. It seems that the news is just a joke.
But there were turbulent waves in the dark, and countless people were looking for news of Rong Xian. The tense and chilling atmosphere enveloped the sky, depressing and deep, like a bag of explosives that would explode at any moment.
At night, in a town thousands of miles away from the stone bridge, there is no light on the horizon, but this town is extraordinarily lively.
Rong Xian was wearing a green skirt covered with silver gauze, her long hair was scattered behind her back, and a white ribbon tied her hair loosely. A purse with a faint medicinal fragrance was tied around her waist. On the street, he came to an inn with a clear goal.
Standing at the door, Xiao Er warmly welcomed her in: "Please, please, the food in our store is the most affordable and delicious in the whole town. The owner is just here today, and the dishes cooked by his chef are even more impressive. linger."
Rong Xian's eyes looked at the man who was holding the wine jar with a scholar-like aura. The years seemed to treat him very favorably. For more than ten years, his face did not have the slightest wrinkle, but his breath was more stable and restrained.
"That person is your boss, right?" Rong Xian's tone was soft, but she was very sure despite her questioning tone.
Xiao Er followed her gaze, nodded quickly and said, "That's right, the girl has good eyesight, that's our shopkeeper."
Seemingly sensing Rong Xian's gaze, the man turned his head to the side, facing a pair of clean and bright phoenix eyes. He subconsciously took two steps forward, but bumped into the guest beside him.
The man said apologetically, "Sorry, this hero, he was distracted."
The 'Hero' laughed and didn't care: "It's alright, I'm a rude, and I'm worried that the flesh on my body is too strong and it will hurt you."
The man couldn't help laughing, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I will cook the hero's dishes by myself in a while, so I will treat it as an apology for the hero."
After comforting the man, the man looked back at the previous place, but found nothing.
He patted his chest blankly, what was that kind and familiar feeling just now
He couldn't figure it out and he didn't delve into it, he turned around and walked towards the back kitchen.
Today, many people are rushing to him, and he has to do things in the store first.
After Xiao Er led Rong Xian to the private room, he put down the kettle in his hand and said, "Miss, this is the white water you asked for. The food will be served in a while, you can wait for a while."
Rong Xian took out a piece of silver and handed it to him, and said with frowning eyes, "Don't worry, I don't mind waiting for a while, just let your boss make some home-cooked vegetables."
Little Er weighed the silver in his hand and narrowed his eyes with a smile. This girl is really a generous master: "Yes, yes, then please wait a little longer, the meal is ready and I will bring it to you immediately."
"Thank you." Rong Xian said kindly.
"No, no." Little Er blushed happily and withdrew, and closed the door of the private room.
Rong Xian sat by the window, raised her hand to add a cup of tea for herself, and sipped slowly.
After drinking a glass of water, she looked at the figure kneeling in the corner, her voice did not fluctuate at all: "Since the matter has been done, we will do as planned, disperse all the people, and remove all the bed bugs hidden in the dark. Find it for me, dig three feet in the ground, dig graves and whip corpses, and do your best not to miss anyone."
She doesn't want any more fish that slip through the net to seek revenge after years or even hundreds of years. Those guys who only hide in the dark and shoot arrows are so disgusting.
Qu Lang shivered, thinking that there was still a headache, he retorted: "Honored Lord, Venerable Hanxi and Yu Shao have met, and they are still targeting each other."
It's not just targeting each other, the posture is so eager to kill each other, of course, he is talking about Venerable Hanxi. On the contrary, Young Master Yu always gave in and tolerated Venerable Hanxi's actions, but occasionally made moves.
However, these two have noble identities and many subordinates, and once a fight begins, no one dares to intervene at will.
Rong Xian: Long time no see everyone (*^▽^*)
(End of this chapter)