Rong Xian met his eyes candidly, with picturesque eyebrows and a warm smile like a spring breeze: "I've thought about it, it's confirmed, I'm going to let them go."
Some of these people are just casual cultivators, who came sneakily with the idea of 'seeking wealth and wealth in danger'.
It doesn't matter whether she kills or not, she still needs to keep the forces behind these people to chase after them, so that who will be missed in the future reckoning.
Rong Xian's eyes flashed, and she pretended to say: "They didn't actually cause me any harm, and everyone has the right to live. Fight with yourself."
She paused and couldn't help sighing: "They are really busy."
The monks: "..."
"Pfft!" The young man in sackcloth and linen couldn't help laughing.
Even if he can't move his entire body now, he is stronger than others, at least he can make a sound.
Sizhen: "...that's what they deserve."
Rong Xian cleared her throat and said hypocritically, "I just happen to have something that can make their lives better. It's understandable that they want to take action against me."
"But you also have the right to refuse. If they do anything to you, you can do it to them too. What you have is yours, why should they give it to them if they want." Sizhen's expression was equally serious: "Today, you have Refuse their means, when you can no longer threaten them in the future, they will never be so polite to you, and you are likely to die because of your soft-heartedness today."
Rong Xian thought for a while and agreed, "You're right."
Without waiting for Sizhen to rejoice, she said with a serious face: "So I have to work hard to practice medicine so that they can never threaten me."
Sizhen's mouth twitched, this is really a big realization.
He was about to say something, but Rong Xian interrupted him.
Rong Xian's eyes were gentle and sympathetic, her tone was firm, and she said solemnly: "I am a doctor, and I take medicine as my criterion to save the world. Although I have saved countless people and am used to seeing life and death parting, I still can't tolerate someone dying in my life. in hand."
Rong Xian did not lie, she is indeed a doctor now and has saved countless lives. And in this life, she never got a life on her hands.
Her hands were clean, and she wasn't going to get bloody in the future.
Not good-hearted, but some things don't necessarily have to be done by yourself.
Thirteen years of karma entangle her is enough.
Karma attracts Heavenly Dao, and being killed by Heavenly Dao all the time is really fucking bad, the kind that even walks and falls can hit the sword, and if you want to escape, you can fall again because of a sudden change and knock on the stone and bleed. It's so sad.
Even though she always wanted to leave the Ox Demon Prison, she was still grateful for the time she had in the Ox Demon Prison. She guarded the Ox Demon Prison for thousands of years, and the Ox Demon Prison guarded her endless karma for thousands of years.
In order to live a stable life, to escape longevity, and not to be held back by Heaven at a critical juncture, she has already made up her mind to not be contaminated with karma in her life.
But for the person who jumped to her death and wanted her compassionate heart to let her go, Rong Xian could only have an unfathomable expression on her face and sighed with emotion: I'm used to you!
There are many people who depend on her. She gives those people what she wants, and those people help her do what she doesn't want to do and can't do. It's most pleasant to get what they need.
"It's too easy to kill someone, but it's even harder to save someone. The passing of a life is so simple that you don't notice the slightest discomfort, but when you see a ripe baby struggling to grow up a little bit, you Only then will you realize how difficult and precious the growth of life is." Rong Xian's heart is as calm as water, but her expression is gentle, which makes people want to cry, her voice is ethereal and sacred, but it has a hint of human nature. sorrow.
But that doesn't change the fact that she's talking nonsense in earnest!
Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, concealing the most real indifference in her eyes, and the misty layer of soft, genuine warmth softened the heart of the person she saw: "So Uncle Zhen, I don't want to see anyone To die in front of me, I—"
Rong Xian pondered for a while, thought of a suitable adjective, and said insincerely: "—I can't bear it in my heart."
Hearing these words, Sizhen only felt that his heart softened into a puddle of water. He suddenly had the idea of driving away all the darkness in this world, leaving only the light and beauty to give to Rong Xian.
No matter who it is, good or bad, there is always a piece of pure land in my heart, and Rong Xian is the only one who can wake up the pure soul sleeping in that piece of pure land. She is too beautiful, out of tune with this world, but attractive to this world. .
No one can refuse her, no one is willing to hurt her.
"Forget it, let them go if you want. After all, as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you." Sizhen reluctantly compromised.
The curvature of the corner of Rong Xian's mouth rose, and the joy in her eyes could not be concealed.
She looked at the stiff cultivator and said solemnly, "You can leave now. In the future, you must correct your evil and be a good person."
As her voice came out, the group of monks realized that they could move.
They looked at each other cautiously, and there was a little fear in their hearts. Such mysterious and unpredictable methods are worthy of their respect even if they have no cultivation base, not to mention that this person has a respectable character.
But for a moment, these monks seemed to have reached a consensus, and after bowing to Rong Xian to express their gratitude, they quickly disappeared in front of the two of them.
No one found that when the group of people left, there were the same number of black mists clinging to them to leave together.
Rong Xian glanced at the black mist, and a secret and evil smile rose from the corner of her mouth.
In the blink of an eye, only Si Zhen and Rong Xian were left here.
Sizhen bent down and picked up the lantern that Rong Xian had placed on the ground, and said warmly, "It's getting late, go and rest."
Rong Xian's eyes fell on the lantern and replied softly, "Okay."
Seeing Sizhen leave, Rong Xian's eyes flashed, and the powder in the lantern had already been burned, so there should be no problem if Sizhen took it away.
Rong Xian turned around and walked back to the room. The candles in the room were not too bright. Although it was dark, you could see the decorations clearly.
Rong Xian was a little uncomfortable, she waved her sleeves away, the candle was extinguished, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.
Immediately, she stretched out her hand under her long sleeves, and a huge night pearl shrouded the whole room with a faint radiance.
She casually placed the night pearl on the lampstand and sat at the table, the kettle in front of her still exuding heat.
Rong Xian raised her hand and poured a glass of white water for herself, and lowered her eyes thoughtfully.
Sizhen seemed to be slowly recovering the memories she had erased, and he was approaching him unconsciously.
Thirteen years have passed, and this person has been staying here because of the elusive intuition in his heart. After all, he has met himself.
If he left here at that time, this fate would be missed forever, but he did not leave.
Rong Xian sighed, God's will is like this, so he can only let nature take its course.
Rong Xian: Today's seat is still a pure white lotus, please call this seat Rong Bailian(><)
(End of this chapter)