Sizhen's brows were a little tangled. He looked at Rong Xian's familiar brows and felt that something important had been forgotten by him.
He flipped through his memory, and it didn't seem to be different.
He was chased and killed in the Middle Thousand Realm and accidentally fell into the Small Thousand Realm, and woke up above this small town.
He touched his chest, and when he saw Rong Xian, he only felt that he had found the treasure in the palm of his hand, but another sense of despair emerged spontaneously. It seemed like a big hole had been broken in his heart, and he couldn't fix it.
The phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as Rong Xian were extremely confused, and the empty sadness filled Rong Xian's heart with a strange feeling.
She guessed what Sizhen might have felt, she lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes concealed the inexplicable emotions in her eyes.
She wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
The original owner of this body had already died before she took the body. Her rebirth should not be described as the body-taking. She just chose a corpse by accident.
Not this body, it would be something else.
It was easy to seize the house, but to bring this lifeless body back to life was tantamount to reaching the sky.
But even so, the pain she suffered at the time made her heart skip a beat.
But no matter what, her current body has a constant relationship with this man.
"Uncle Zhen?" Rong Xian first broke the dead silence in the room.
Sizhen came back to her senses, pressing the inexplicable feeling just now in the depths of her heart, and said embarrassedly, "I lost my mind just now, what did you say?"
Rong Xian smiled and repeated with a good temper: "I originally saw that you were depressed and wanted to relieve you, but I didn't expect you to worry about me in the end."
Sizhen took a deep look at Rong Xian and said, "My matter has been resolved, and I would like to thank Xiaoxian for the solution."
He has found the treasure in his intuition, and then he looks for an opportunity to try to retrieve the lost memory, and all the doubts are solved.
As for the inexplicable despair just now, he did not want to delve into it as if he was escaping.
Rong Xian looked at a loss: Huh
Sizhen rubbed the girl's hair affectionately and said with a smile, "You make me feel that this world is beautiful. No matter how anxious or suffering I have been, it will always pass."
Rong Xian's obedient smile made Sizhen almost couldn't help but stretch out her hand again.
"I won't bother you anymore, let's eat quickly. I will rest at the inn at night. There is a small courtyard in the backyard that is always empty. I will send someone to clean it first." I wasted other people's time, so I said goodbye in a very measured way.
Rong Xian got up to say goodbye, and said gratefully, "Thank you Uncle Zhen for your hospitality."
"Silly girl, why are you being polite to me?" After Sizhen finished speaking, she repeatedly told Rong Xian to leave quickly after eating. He needed someone to clean up Rong Xian's house as soon as possible.
Seeing Sizhen leave, the smile on Rong Xian's face disappeared, but she would not appear indifferent. Even though she had a stern face, her whole body still had a warm atmosphere.
She sat back in her original position with a very complicated look in her eyes.
Thirteen years later, she saw this man again, and sure enough, the cause and effect of what she owes people always has to be repaid.
Looking at the food on the table, Rong Xian could feel the care and seriousness of the cook. She picked up her chopsticks and ate all the side dishes on the table.
When she put down her chopsticks and poured a glass of white water, she realized that the noise outside had gradually disappeared.
Looking down, there were only scattered lights left in the bright market before, the night was dark, and everyone had returned home to rest.
Home.
After leaving Xuanhua Mountain, she wandered outside for eight years without a fixed place to live.
There are her master and brother in Xuanhua Mountain. Is that her home? No, it's just a place to stay.
The Wuxin Cliff in the holy mountain is not home anymore, it is just a responsibility that she must bear.
And since the Rong family was exterminated, her home was also destroyed.
Now that I think about it, she turned out to be a prodigal son.
It seemed that she was amused by her own description. Rong Xian's brows and eyes were full of happy smiles. She was bright and beautiful, and she couldn't help but want to store it up and keep it forever.
Rong Xian put down the cup, and the temperature around her body was blown away by the night wind. She sat quietly by the window and suddenly felt lonely, but her eyes were still gentle, as if there was no haze.
"Girl." A second voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Rong Xian got up and opened the door, and asked warmly, "What's the matter?"
Xiao Er's attitude was a little more awe-inspiring than before: "The boss asked Xiao to send a message, and the room for the girl has been prepared. The boss said that it is getting late, and the girl should rest earlier."
Rong Xian's mouth curved: "Okay, let's go over now."
Xiao Er understood, holding up the lantern hanging on the railing to lead the way in front.
The inn is big and the rooms in the backyard are clean.
On the way to the inn, I didn't meet a single person. On both sides of the stone-paved path, lanterns were sparsely hung to guide the way for guests who woke up at night.
Following Xiao Erlai and just stepping into the courtyard, Rong Xian paused slightly, and a stream of light flashed in her eyes.
She turned her head and stretched out her hand towards Xiao Er, and said with a light smile: "Just send it here, give me the lantern, you can go back."
Xiao Er looked at the nearby room, quickly handed the lantern to Rong Xian, and said with a smile, "Then I'll go first, if the girl needs it, just call outside the courtyard, and I'll be here soon. "
Rong Xian nodded and smiled, and the little Er blushed when she saw it, and hurriedly left.
Rong Xian stood there and watched his figure go away, turned around, and walked towards the room with the lantern unhurriedly.
Her steps were steady, and the distance between each step was the same. Her back was straight, like a sharp and hard sword, but it was suppressed by the warm smile on the corner of her mouth and the graceful grace in her gestures.
Rong Xian stopped at the door of the room and turned to stare at the path she just walked.
She held the lantern steadily, and her gentle voice was gently dispersed by the night wind: "I don't know where my friend is here, can you show up?"
The words fell, the candles in the lantern flickered, and when they went to the courtyard again, several monks appeared out of nowhere.
Sizhen, who was looking at Rong Xian's information, suddenly sat up in the room in the small courtyard next door. A trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he was extremely dissatisfied that someone came uninvited.
Sizhen stood up, took a step forward, and the person had disappeared into the room.
On Rong Xian's side, the cultivator headed in black and brocade robes looked at her expressionlessly for a moment, then said, "Rong Xian?"
Rong Xian glanced at this man more, and found that some of his eyes were familiar, as if he had seen it before.
After thinking about it carefully, I realized that this person is from Yuxiaomen. When she practiced medicine and came under the jurisdiction of Yuxiaomen, she happened to meet Yuxiaomen to accept disciples, and she was also begged for marriage by the disciples of Yuxiaomen.
And when this person accepted the apprentice, he stood beside Anyang.
Rong Xian blinked and answered frankly, "Exactly."
These two words are full of self-confidence and affirmation, as if she would never deny herself, and she lives upright.
Rong Xian: There may be one more father in this seat _(:з"∠)_
(End of this chapter)