Immortal Voices

Qing Bogan gave a smile and said, "It's good if the nephew is happy. You have been indifferent all the time. I'm more relieved with friends."

He seemed to ask casually, "What's your friend's name?"

"Shen Jiu Liu." Rong Xian glanced at him without a trace, and said with a smile: "Uncle, his name sounds good, right?"

Qingbo pumped his face, who wants to know if his name sounds good or not.

He insincerely praised: "It's very nice. Why didn't the teacher and nephew bring people back? The heavy rain outside made people leave alone, and it was a bad way to treat customers."

Rong Xian blinked, and said innocently, "I have a long time to do my own things, so I didn't come."

"Then if you meet him again next time, remember to bring people back." Qingbo said impatiently.

Rong Xian looked up at him, with a little doubt in his eyes, pretending to ask: "Uncle ... seems to care about my friend."

Why Qingbo cares about Shen Jiuliu, she knows better than anyone else, this person is nothing more than fooling her.

Qingbo's eyes flashed, and he held up the elders and said, "This is the first time the teacher and nephew have praised a person in front of me, so I can't help being curious. Besides, the teacher and nephew are so good, my uncle always has to replace You check it out, and don't let some speculative people hurt you. "

Rong Xian sighed: "Uncle, I believe in my vision more than your control."

This seemed like a joke to make Qingbo's eyes sink, he said lightly: "The nephew is still young and has little experience, and it is inevitable that he will be used by people with care."

Rong Xian smiled with a low eyebrow and seemed to speak well: "Uncle also knows that I have been traveling outside for eight years alone, and I have learned enough. Uncle, rest assured, I will not let people use my . "

The meaning of the resignation was obvious, and Qingbo heard it. He looked at Rongxian deeply and left.

If it weren't for Rong Xian, he would never leave such an uncontrollable person.

After Qingbo left, Rong Xian turned around and looked at the direction he was leaving. Feng Feng's eyes narrowed, and the powerful momentum made the water droplets on the leaves explode.

"My stuff is not something that cats and dogs can think of." She whispered to herself, the coldness and disdain in her tone were particularly obvious.

She carefully laid out the layout and tried it out step by step. She wouldn't alarm anyone's possession of the sword emperor's blood in his pocket. How could Qingbo be a fool?

That's it, this man was mixed in the massacre of Shiqiao Aya, he still left it to Yu Xiu.

No, it should be a long stay.

The rain never stopped, it was late, and Rong Xian was whimpering when she was about to go to sleep.

During the day, the green skirt was wet by rain, and she changed to a purple skirt to cover the silver gauze, holding an umbrella and following the restraint on the stone doll.

As she walked halfway, she stopped, her lips raised a lot.

Well, the uncle was really uneasy about her and sent so many people to follow him secretly after a trip.

When she came to a pavilion, she lowered her umbrella lightly, took out a jade flute from her sleeve, and blew it.

The melodious voice can not help but intoxicate, as if swimming in the sea, flying in the vast blue sky, the flute suddenly turned, as if the mother mumbled the ballads at night, letting people fall into a deep sleep.

The sound of flute stopped abruptly, and Rong Xian swept across the person lying on the ground and sleeping in the rain, bent over and holding an umbrella, and walked forward in a hurry.

As for the people who followed, hey, who cares about their death.

I thought Shen Jiu Liu would live in a nearby inn, but who knew that he even ran to a poor ruined temple.

Listening to the seemingly painful hum, there was no change in Rong Xian's face.

She paused for a moment, turned and walked in the other direction, and after a long time, she came back again and again.

She put her umbrella outside the ruined temple, raised her skirt and walked in.

Into the eyes is a broken stone statue. On the hay next to the stone statue, Shen Jiuliang was lying there with pale sweat on his face.

Rong Xian came to him, crouched down and took his hand carefully to take the pulse.

Except for the turbulence of blood, it was not a big deal.

She looked down for a moment to contemplate, pressing her right index finger against Shen Jiu's brows, and using the aura in the water spirit beads, a circle of obscure and mysterious power escaped from her fingertips.

The blood of the sword emperor sealed in the cinnabar mole followed this obscure force to slowly enter the Muling Pearl, but for a moment, half a little has been collected.

Suddenly, a thick and desolate breath quickly penetrated Rong Xian's fingertips into her body.

The wooden spirit beads in her body trembled suddenly, Rong Xian's face turned white, and a spit of blood spurted out.

She looked at the gray power flowing in the blood and was surprised: "The power of the curse ?!"

When I went to see Shen Jiu Liu again, Shen Jiu Liu's frown was soothed, and the boiling blood had subsided.

It is true that the rumors of the Yu clan received the sword emperor's essence blood, and they will suffer the pain of heart eater.

She swung wide, the curse disappeared instantly, and the blood on the ground flew out with dust.

Wiping off the blood on her mouth, she took a Qi from the sleeve and stuffed it into Shenjiu Liu's mouth, and her fingertips quickly hit his acupuncture point.

Watching him sleep peacefully, Rong Xian relieved.

The knots of her hands quickly sprinted, and invisible light passed through the long-stayed body as if alive, dragging out the gray power in his body one by one.

One after another was exposed to the air and was directly obliterated by Rong Xian.

The cursing power is terrifying to others, but for Rong Xian, who has Mu Lingzhu, this is just a tonic to strengthen her power. She should not dislike this tonic too.

Mu Lingzhu will devour all power, purify it and then feed it back to the owner.

With wooden spirit beads, the power of the curse couldn't be simpler.

After the cursing force in Shen Jiu Liu's body was expelled, Rong Xian fell weakly with both hands.

This low-level technique also made her so difficult that she really had to recover her strength sooner.

However, with her current strength, only the essence of the sword emperor can be taken once a month, and all the essence can be recovered again, and everything must be slowly figured out.

Although the blood of the sword emperor is in Shen Jiuliu, the power of the curse will not be completely eradicated, but it is not a problem. The newly generated curse will not appear too often, and it will not affect Shen Jiuli's combat power.

On the contrary, she was worried that Shen Jiuliu was taken away by the blood of the Emperor Jian Jian because of the cursed power. At that time, she had to find a way to save people, which was too troublesome.

Looking at the light outside, Rong Xian stood up and went outside the ruined temple. The heavy rain did not know when it had stopped.

Breathing the fresh air, she picked up the jade flute and played a tune that had not been played for thirteen years.

"Xiao Xian, you are so amazing. What is the name of this song?"

"Call a puck, do you like it?"

"The tunes are good, but the names are not good, and I am not a naughty boy."

"Can only be called a puck."

"You can call a puck, but you must blow it again."

The cheerful flute sounded in the ear, Shen Jiu Liu slowly opened his eyes, and murmured softly: "urchin ..."