Immortal Voices

The monks on the sidelines all stared at each other, only feeling that their eyes were going to be blind.

This is the first time that such teachers and apprentices have seen each other.

After the powerful monks had acted, the family members, elders Zongmen, and Momen of the various hills flew down the mountain.

This small village walked into so many people for the first time, more than all the Yu people.

Behind the crowd, Yan Fei, Xiao Wan, Qu Qianqian, and Bai Changyue, who have not shown up, walked together.

Although Bai Changyue did not have Yan Fei's strength, Xiao Wan's innocence, and Qu Qianqian's enchanting, she was beautiful and smiled lightly. Two sweet pear swirls appeared on her cheeks, her temperament With two points of high cold, but because the disease is two points more fragile, people will feel love at first sight.

"Is Jun Cong there? Keke." Bai Changyue asked with concern, her tone of concern was pale, her pale face was flushed with cough, and it was noticeable.

Xiaowan nodded and said, "Brother Jun is here, and we must meet him when we go in."

In front of these people, Qu Qianqian didn't suggest anything in front of Rong Xian.

She raised her eyebrows and raised her lips, and the beauty was fascinating. She exclaimed: "There are so many stinky men in front of us, we still have to find a quiet way to pass."

Yan Fei glanced over her eyes and Qian Qian agreed, she didn't want to be seen mixed with the magic road demon girl.

Xiaowan is indifferent. Bai Changyue is weak and unwilling to be crowded with everyone. The opinions are the same. The four women with different styles pick up a path and walk towards the village.

This road leads directly to the waterfall. When the group of men in black sacrificed their lives and destroyed the enchantment, blood and water flowed down into the waterfall and stained the waterfall's water.

Thirteen years have passed and all traces have been wiped out by time.

At this time, under the mountain.

Sunshine saw the thoughts that appeared in front of him, and some could not maintain the majesty of the master. He asked in surprise: "Second Master, how are you here?"

He said happily, "I came with Master, Master, Master asked me to pick you up."

Yang Mingmu asked with a face: "When did Master come?"

After thinking about the time, he said, "Probably an hour, brother, let's see Master."

Yangming: I knew that I followed Master.

He looked sideways to a friend he knew, and apologized, "Long stay, the teacher is here, I will leave first."

Shen Jiu stayed, he understood, "OK."

Yangming looked at the monks who were constantly coming, and carefully said, "If you have any difficulties, you can come to Xuanhuashan Station to find me."

Shen Jiu Liu looked subtle for a moment, Xuanhua Mountain?

Is it Xiaoxian's division? !!

Subconsciously looking at Xiang Yangming's solemn look, Shen Jiuyu was a little nervous, and he answered in a muffled voice: "Okay, thank you."

Yang Ming and Sixin left, Shen Jiu stayed in place for a while, and walked quickly in the other direction.

He hasn't been here after his memory loss, but he thinks there should be a path leading to the village.

Aside from the grass, there is indeed a winding path covered with weeds.

He hesitated without hesitation, following this path all the way to the front.

After he had just left, the three shadows slowly revealed his figure.

"Holy Lord, what shall we do now?" Zuo Hufa asked in a respectful manner.

Ningyue Yue was numb to his title. She looked grimly at the surrounding monks, and said with a complex look: "This seat is together with Grandma, act on your own. If you find Rong Xian, take her to this seat . "

Zuo Hufa immediately responded: "Yes, Your Excellency."

The voice fell, and people had disappeared.

Condensing Moon stared coldly at the direction where Zuo Hufa disappeared for a long time, and then he said to the grandma, "Let's go, let's also look at this destroyed clan."

In the village, when the monks started to move, Rong Xian's eyes flashed.

She and Lingjun walked towards the courtyard, looking half-distinct, and inside the wide sleeves, she gently crushed a purple elixir.

A faint herb scent was sent into the village by the breeze without attracting anyone's attention.

Upon returning to the courtyard, Rong Xian seemed to feel something, and his face was bitter.

Immediately, she quickly converged her smile, and towards the Lingjun Cong beside him, said, "Juncong, can you trouble me to bring me the herbs over there?"

Ling Jun nodded quickly, rushed to the front of the door, and walked towards the door, preparing to expose it to the stone mill outside.

He had just left, and a sword shadow fell in front of Rong Xian, turning into a familiar figure.

Looking at the man who had not seen him in the past eight years but was still unpretentious, Rong Xian immediately knelt down and called with surprise: "Master."

She lifted her head, still gentle and loving eyes to Tsinghua University, a big smile on her face, and shouted, "Master."

Outside the door, I heard the quiet Lingjun rushed in, and just heard this title.

Seeing both the apprentice and the apprentice looked at him, making Jun look a little embarrassed, and he said concealedly, "I just look at the other herbs to be exposed."

Then he scrambled to hold the medicinal materials tied together under the eaves again and closed the door.

Standing outside the door, he was relieved. He walked to the side to think about the herbs, but did not expect that Rong Xian had a teacher's door, and the man seemed to be very tall.

Ling Jun guessed from here. In the courtyard, Tsinghua's distressed apprentice got up and took the pulse for her. Meimei said with confusion: "Your body has recovered."

Rong Xian didn't hide either, she replied warmly: "Well, he's recovered."

With a slight smile on her lips, she tentatively said, "After I left Xuanhua Mountain, my disciple has been a lay doctor. I want to come to the Master and have heard his reputation. Did n’t the disciple fall into Master's name?

Tsinghua's look was still faint, but a tone of laughter drew in her tone, and she was honored: "You have done well, even if you did not make a name for Kendo, you are proud of you as a teacher."

He's certainly heard about the reputation of the young apprentice over the years. In places he hasn't seen, the apprentice has grown better and better, which makes him lost and proud.

After Rong Xian laid the ground, he continued: "During the course of practicing medicine, the disciples also learned to practice a lot of elixir. The efficacy of these elixirs is good, making the disciples' health much better."

After a pause, she used the Spring and Autumn style to delete and reduce: "Some things happened later, the disciples seemed to have inspired the essence of the sword emperor in the body, and the injuries on her body were healed without medicine."

Tsinghua frowned, refusing to hear such ambiguous statements, glanced at Rong Xian, and said irresistibly: "Speak clearly."

Rong Xian stood aside, stubbornly pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Seeing her gesture of being silent to the end, Tsinghua felt a headache. The disciple became distressed when he behaved, and stubbornly gave him a headache.