Immortal Voices

Tong Zhen's eyebrows were a little tangled. He looked at Rong Xian's eyebrows, but felt that something important had been forgotten by him.

He flipped through his memory and it seemed no different.

He was hunted down in Zhongqianjie and accidentally fell into Xiaoqianjie. He woke up just above this small town.

He touched his chest. When he saw Rong Xian, he only felt that he had found the treasure held in his palm, but another despair was born spontaneously, and his heart seemed to have broken a big hole, which could not be repaired.

Feng Yan's eyes, exactly like Rong Xian's, were extremely confused, and that empty sadness filled Rong Xian's heart with a strangeness.

She guessed what Zhen Zhen might feel. She lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes covered the inexplicable emotions at the bottom of her eyes.

She wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

The original owner of this body was dead before she had taken away the house, and her rebirth should not have been described as taking away the house. She just chose a dead body by mistake.

Not this body, but also something else.

It is easy to win the house, and to regenerate the already lifeless drive shell, but it is as difficult as it is to the sky. It is also thanks to the existence of Mu Lingzhu.

But even so, the pain she suffered at the moment now made her heart beat.

But no matter what, her current body has a constant relationship with this man.

"Uncle Zhen?" Rong Xian first broke the silence in this room.

Wu Zhen returned to God and pressed the inexplicable feeling deep in her heart. She was embarrassed and said, "I just lost my mind, what did you say?"

Rong Xian smiled and repeated with a good temper: "I originally saw that you were in depression and wanted to solve your problem, but I didn't expect to worry you in the end."

Tong Zhen looked at Rongxian deeply and said, "My matter has been resolved, and I would like to thank Xiaoxian for solving it."

He had found the treasure in his intuition, and then found an opportunity to work hard to recover the lost memory, and all questions were solved.

As for the inexplicable despair just now, he didn't want to delve into it.

Rong Xian looked blank: ah?

Tong Zhen rubbed the girl's hair affectionately and said with a smile, "You make me think the world is beautiful. No matter how anxious and suffering you endure, it will always pass."

Rong Xian smiled obediently, so that Zhen Zhen could not help but reached out his hand again.

"I'm not bothering you. Let's have a meal. I will rest at the inn at night. There is a small courtyard in the backyard. I will send someone to clean it first." I delayed others' time and made a very modest resignation.

Rong Xian stood up to give her away, and said gratefully, "Thank you Uncle Zhen for your hospitality."

"Stupid girl, what are you polite to me?" Wu Zhen said repeatedly, and told Rong Xian to leave quickly after eating, he needed someone to clean Rong Xian's house as soon as possible.

Looking at Zhen Zhen's departure, the smile on Rong Xian's face was closed, but it would not appear indifferent. Even if she was stiff, her whole body was still warm.

She sat back in place, her expression complex.

Thirteen years later, she saw the man again, and she really owed the cause and effect to the people.

Rong Xian looked at the food on the table, and she could feel the carefulness and seriousness of the cook. She took the chopsticks and ate all the 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 in the bright market before, and the night was dark, and everyone had returned to rest at home.

Home.

After leaving Xuanhua Mountain, she drifted outside for eight years and had no permanent residence.

There are her master and brother in Xuanhua Mountain. Is her home there? No, it's just a place to stay.

The heartless cliff of the holy mountain is not home, there is just a responsibility she must shoulder.

Since the Rong family destroyed her family, her home has also been destroyed.

Now thinking about it, she turned out to be a prodigal son.

It seemed to be amused by his own description. Rong Xian's eyebrows were full of smiles, bright and bright, beautiful and could not help but want to collect them and keep them forever.

Rong Xian lowered the cup, and the temperature around her was blown away by the night wind. She sat quietly in front of the window and suddenly felt lonely, but her eyes were still gentle, as if there was no haze.

"Girl." Xiao Er's voice suddenly heard outside the door.

Rong Xian got up and opened the door, and asked gently, "What is it?"

Xiao Er's attitude was a little more awe-inspiring than before: "Dong Jia let Xiao Xiao come to talk, and the room arranged for the girl was ready. Dong Jia said that it was late, and the girl was resting early.

Rong Xian cornered his mouth: "Okay, let's go now."

Primary Two knew, holding the lantern hanging at the railing to lead the way.

The inn is large and the rooms in the backyard are clean and tidy.

On the way to the inn, I didn't meet anyone. Lanterns on both sides of the paved path were sparsely hung with lanterns to show the way for the guests who got up at night.

After Xiao Erlai just stepped into the courtyard, Rong Xian stepped a little, and there was a streamer in his eyes.

She extended her hand towards Xiao Er and smiled lightly, "Send it here, give me the lantern, you can go back."

Xiao Er looked at the room close by, and handed the lantern to Rong Xian with a smile, and said with a smile: "Then I will leave first, if the girl needs it, just shout out of the hospital, and I will come soon. "

Rong Xian smiled and looked at Xiao Er's face flushed, and then left quickly.

Rong Xian stood on the spot watching his figure go away, turned around, and walked towards the room with the lantern in his hands.

Her pace is very stable, the distance is the same for each step, her back is straight, and she looks like a sharp and hard sharp sword, but is suppressed by the warm smile of her mouth and the grace of her hands.

Rong Xian's footsteps stopped at the door of the room and turned to stare at the path just passed.

She held the lantern steadily, and the gentle voice spread gently by the night breeze: "I don't know where my friends are here, can you see me?"

The words fell, the candlelight in the lantern flashed, and when visiting the courtyard again, several monks appeared out of thin air.

In the separated courtyard room, Zhen Zhen, who was looking at Rong Xian's information, suddenly sat upright. He saw a trace of discomfort in his eyes, and he was very dissatisfied that someone had invited him.

Qi Zhen stood up, stepped forward, and the person had disappeared into the room.

On the side of Rong Xian, the monk headed in a black robe, looked at her expressionlessly for a moment, and said, "Rong Xian?"

Rong Xian looked at the man twice and found some familiarity, as if he had seen it before.

After thinking about it for a while, it turned out that this person was from Yu Xiaomen. At first, she practiced medicine to the jurisdiction of Yuxiaomen, and happened to meet Yuxiaomen to accept her disciples. She was also passed down by Yuxiaomen's head to ask her disciples to ask for marriage.

When he was receiving his apprentice, he stood by Anyang.

Rong Xian blinked and said frankly, "Exactly."

These two words are full of self-confidence and affirmation, as if she would never deny herself, she lived brightly.