Immortal Voices

Rong Xian, who had left Rong Guo, floated in mid-air, and she looked down at the land under her feet and the mighty mountains and rivers full of luck, and sighed slightly.

Is she really leaving that body for that Wu Zun?

I always feel regretful as soon as I leave.

But Rong never felt that he was an inferior person.

Her figure fluttered lightly, like a cloud of mist and haze, and it was subtle and subtle, but she stopped when she was about to return.

"... Are you just dead?" A hesitant voice came suddenly.

Rong Xian supported his forehead, looked slightly to the side, and saw a Confucian student in a green robe holding a lotus flower standing behind a tree not far away.

"You see me?" Rong Xian said slowly.

Confucian weak air: "Visible, but not very clear."

All I can see is a young girl, who dresses very well and is noble and elegant, just like a hazy face.

"Yan Rui." Rong Xian called slowly.

Yan Rui said subconsciously: "Yes."

Then he swiftly responded, shocked: "You, you, how do you know my name, we know?"

"唔 ——" Rong Xian casually sent out a meaningful single syllable.

Her memory isn't that bad, of course, she knows who Yan Rui is.

After all, Yan Rui was holding her lotus flower.

It seems that Yan Rui has made this lotus his magic weapon.

"We've seen it, Mr.'s knowledge is admirable." She smiled purely and fell from the void. Her voice was bright and youthful, and it was easy to make Yan Rui soft.

After all, monks look at seniority according to their cultivation, not their age.

But it's hard to let go of a child who is pure, childish, and young, like a silly white sweet.

Yan Rui's eyes fell on her erratic soul body, and her palm gently brushed the lotus flower, and the lotus flower suddenly emitted a soft light.

This ray of light flew straight towards Rong Xian and merged with her.

What is surprising is that after this light enters the body, Rong Xian's soul has condensed a lot.

Yan Rui saw this scene and smiled with relief.

Although he still couldn't see the girl's face, anyway, it gradually became clear.

As long as he helps the girl to gather her soul once a day, after one month, he can clearly see the girl's appearance.

Yan Rui thought of this, and seriously asked, "I don't know what the girl called, but how did she die?"

The soul body is very dangerous to run around in the outside world full of monks. If you don't pay attention, you will be arrested by the evil cultivation to become a spirit.

What's more, although this girl's soul is weak, she is clean and has no cause and effect. For some monks or evil practitioners who cultivate the soul, this is a good material.

Yan Rui couldn't help worrying when she thought that the girl didn't understand anything silly but was ramming outside.

Rong Xian reached out and smoothed the folds on his sleeves. The long black hair was worn behind him. The costumes were extremely luxurious. His face was innocent: "You can call me aloe, I don't remember how I died."

She spoke in a relaxed and cheerful tone, as if she had not even realized what death meant to her.

Yan Rui's expression was tangled. He considered the words and asked, "What do you remember? If there is no regret, how can you stay in the world?"

Rong Xian's tone was inexplicable: "Why can't I stay in the world without regret, and I can't go anywhere without it."

After a pause, she said in an accent of an ancient aristocrat's aria: "I came from Huangquan Hafu and went to the thirty-three heavens, and now I am passing through the world."

Yan Rui and Yan Rui froze, and said: "I almost believed what you said."

Rong Xian nodded his head, saying purely harmlessly: "It's good to believe, after all, I never lie."

Yan Rui: "..."

Somehow, he thought that this word of veratrum was a serious nonsense.

He coughed, and was busy confessing to the saint in his heart.

In my heart, she was not a gentleman.

He slowed down, and asked casually: "Where is the girl Veratrum?"

Rong Xian groaned, "This is probably the most complicated question I have ever heard."

Yan Rui was speechless, asking where was the complexity?

Seems to know what he is thinking, Rong Xian Shi Shiran said: "I don't want to tell you where I want to go, but you also know that I am a person who never lied. Based on this premise, you asked me what made me unwilling to answer The problem is really embarrassing. "

The ending of her tone with a little irritability and distress seemed to be really stumped by Yan Rui.

Yan Rui felt that his Wenrun Ruyu couldn't hold it. He coerced himself without revealing his uncle's face: "Would it be difficult for you to directly tell me the words 'don't want to say'?"

Rong Xian was a little interested: "Oh."

Yan Rui was stung again, he thought for a while, and felt that it was too naive to be angry with a little girl, and he couldn't rest assured that the little girl was alone: ​​"Ceratium can not tell me where to go, but please allow me Accompany, after all, it's dangerous for your girl to be alone. "

Rong Xian's mouth was tilted, his eyes were bright, and his pride was full of words: "Although you and I are meeting for the second time, but seeing that you have been sincere to me, loyal and loyal, I reluctantly agree with you Follow up as a follower. "

She stood upright, and Yan Rui's cheeks were drawn with that noble virtue.

Is this how the girl's family taught her to use words?

He was embarrassed at the same time, regardless of the context and occasions, and he felt cries and laughter in his heart.

It's just a little girl.

"Thank you Mrs. Hellebore," Yan Rui said indulgently.

Rong Xian sighed with three true points and seven false points, "I knew that I could never be a worldly thing, and no one could refuse it."

Yan Rui coughed, pretending not to hear her shameless bragging.

Because of Yan Rui's cooperation, they are still on the road together.

Ah no, it's a hurry together.

The direction is West Antarctica, the extremely western place where there is a legend that there is Xiaoling Mountain.

Yan Rui puzzled: "Where does the girl go?"

Rong Xian was very serious: "I have an enemy, and I have to ask the holy monk from Xiaolingshan to go out."

Yan Rui was silent for a moment and said, "It's not me pouring cold water, the distance between the West Antarctica and the North Xinjiang, and it will be three years after we arrive."

Rong Xian's erratic movement was delayed, and she was at a loss at first. Since she was shocked, "It's so far ?!"

Yan Rui had no choice but to help her. After keeping up with this girl, his most affection was powerless.

"How could it not be Yuyuan, but it's across continents." Yan Rui was not angry.

He thought for a while and added: "If you can reach the realm of the Promise Sword Sovereign or the former sword emperor, then you have the ability to tear the space and reach another continent in a short while."