Immortal Voices

Yun Youfeng did not conceal Lou Sanniang, but wanted her to persuade Rong Xian to stay first: "I and Rong Xian just heard that there was a plague in Qingzhou Town, Dongzhou, and now Rong Xian rushed over. Sanniang, please help me Advise her that she hasn't taken a good rest since she came to Broken Leaf City. Now she has to travel long distances, and she's exhausted before reaching Sunny Town? "

Lou San Niang gave him a white look: "Although Rong Xian is kind, but once a decision is made, no one can change it. You should not persuade her to stay now, but think of ways to make it easier for her to go to Sunny Town."

Yun Youfeng was stunned and hurried to hire a carriage. Rong Xian and Lou Sanniang walked side by side towards the city.

"Respect Lord, you know this news ..." Lou Sanniang asked in confusion.

Before her words were interrupted, Rong Xian was interrupted. Rong Xian turned to look at Yun Youfeng who came with the coach and the driver, and said falsely: "San Niang, as a doctor, be compassionate. My wish has always been Save the sufferings of the spirits. So whether this news is true or not, I have to run. "

"What if you ran for nothing?" Lou Sanniang asked in cooperation.

"It doesn't matter." Rong Xian smiled softly, her smile was like winter sun, warming the heart, and slicking through the throat like a mellow wine, making people feel intoxicated.

"If this is false, isn't it fine for me in Sunny Town?" She looked at Lou Sanniang, and her clear eyes were filled with Yuehui: "But if this is true The people in Sunny Town are on the verge of life and death. I went on this trip and it was extremely important. "

Lou Sanniang knew that his master was ready to set up a cover for Qingbo City Master.

Yun Youfeng, who had just arrived, did not know the truth, and was immediately moved by these words to cry into a dog in his heart. He said that the wind was the rain: "Rong Xian, let me go with you."

The smile on Rong Xian's face suddenly felt helpless. Before she spoke, Lou Sannian slapped her head behind Yun Youfeng: "What are you going to do, the lonely man and widow don't know to avoid taboo." I scratched your skin.

This reason is very powerful, and I can't even say what Yun Youfeng said for a moment.

For a while, the atmosphere between the three was a little dull, and Rong Xian smiled freely: "Okay, I'm just going to treat a disease, and you should treat me as a distant doctor."

"It's easy to say. The town is far away from here in sunny days." Lou Sanniang cried and cried.

Yun Youfeng is also a little sad, but in order to be so masculine, he just said sternly: "Well, San Niang, don't cry, the banquet all over the world, we will see you when Rong Xian is busy."

Seeing his ugly face, Rong Xian smiled lightly: "You Feng, I have been to many places in the past eight years."

She said with nostalgia and sighs: "The vast Central Plains is bustling and prosperous, the sea winds are convoluted, and the huge waves are shocking. The glaciers and snowfields in the extreme north are pale and solemn. "

Looking back, she said seriously: "Since I saved you eight years ago, I found that you seem to have no goals. In that case, go around and look around, and then you will find the wonderful and peaceful world Human beings are small. "

Yunyou Feng tasted it, his eyes brightly said, "I will."

Rong Xian was so attractive that he couldn't wait to go out for a trip.

He said to the coachman, "Take care of Doctor Rong."

The driver lowered his hat and changed his voice slightly, lest he be recognized by Yun Youfeng.

Damn, didn't Qing Er say this man was dead? It turned out to be fatal, and now I just hope that this person will not break him.

The driver tried to lower his head and nodded and said, "You can rest assured that a young man will not make Doctor Rong hungry."

The three of them said goodbye, and Rong Xian took a carriage and headed for Sunny Town.

After exiting the city gate, the carriage suddenly stopped in a deserted suburb, and the serious driver drove his eyelids and fainted.

Inside the carriage, Rong Xian flipped through the book and asked casually: "Is the situation in Sunny Town clear?"

Outside the carriage, Qu Lang, who suddenly appeared, respectfully replied, "It has been verified that this matter is indeed false. The news was released by Ziwei City."

He glanced at the sleeping coachman and continued: "The coachman is also from Ziwei City."

Rong Xian changed her position to a comfortable position and did not look away from the medical books. She seemed totally unconscious, and said casually: "You don't need to worry about this. You can arrange for the people in the city's main government. Well, if you do n’t go in, you will find a way to buy it. If you ca n’t buy it, you will replace it. In short, Ziwei City must have its own person. ”

"Yes, my subordinates understand." Qu Lang answered quickly.

He waited for a moment, knowing that Rong Xian had nothing else to command, reached out and grabbed, the black mist inside the driver's body emerged and dissipated, and his body flickered and disappeared.

A moment later, the driver woke up, he blinked, his face changed slightly, and he quickly reached out and opened the curtain.

Rong Xian raised her eyelids and said lightly, "Just leave after enough rest. People in Sunny Town can't wait long."

The driver hurried a smile on his face and said, "Yes, yes."

He lowered the curtain, the smile on the doll's face completely disappeared, a little doubt flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't find any doubts about why he suddenly took a nap.

On a rough sea, a page of flat boats sailed quickly towards the center of the waves.

Suddenly, the flat boat stopped. The two figures inside the boat turned into streamers heading towards the holy mountain suspended in the void.

In Haotian Xianzong, Shen Jiuliu is practicing by the cliff.

He learns swordsmanship, the sword is as ruthless as a king, and deserted like a fairy.

The sword was permeated, and it seemed that even this spring-like cliff was wearing his sword-like indifference like frost and snow.

When he hit the white robe, he did not embroider the same lotus as Shen Xi, but a bunch of fir tree flowers.

Since waking up thirteen years ago, he has lost all his memory, and the only thing he has is a purse hanging around his neck.

The fir tree on the purse is dazzling red, like blood.

In the dream, it was as if someone had been guarding him for the sake of his life and death, and his blood was hot and his heart was sore, but he didn't remember that person.

As his body fluttered, his sword pierced waterdrops, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and a touch of cinnabar between his eyebrows added a bit of nobility, making people subconsciously awe.

Suddenly, the sword in Shen Jiuliu's hand turned a corner against common sense. The sword's qi seemed to fall from the sky. Like him, he was immortal in the cold, unlike everything on earth.

Then, the sword air was blocked!

Shen Jiuliu's look didn't change half a minute. One move and one big opening and closing, Jianguang cleared Lingling, and there were amazing killers hidden in the beautiful scenery.

Until the people in the dark could not resist, the figure appeared in the sword stab.

The sword pointed at the uninvited guest, and Shen Jiu's tone did not fluctuate halfway: "Who are you, how dare you break into the holy mountain?"