Immortal Voices Chapter 30: Uncle Master

lnmao.org, the fastest update of the latest chapters!

Seeing Rong Xian leaving, Qing Yi breathed a sigh of relief. He was obviously a doctor who was not good at his skills. How could the pressure on him be heavy on the city lord.

He recruited two monks with a higher cultivation level and ordered: "You two stay here. If Doctor Rong has any needs, you must do it well."

"Yes." The two responded in unison.

In the house, Rong Xian stood in front of the window, looking outside with deep eyes.

The man just said that Qingbo will be back in three days. It seems that Qingbo attaches great importance to his wife and asked him to return from the holy mountain desperately.

After the people prepared the water for a bath, Rong Xian took the medical book and placed it on the collapse just in case. She turned around and sat cross-legged on the couch to urge the sword emperor's essence and blood to transform her own blood.

In the early morning of the third day, Rong Xian, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the medical book next to him, and crowed, already lying lazily on the couch.

She flipped through the book in her hand slowly, as if looking seriously.

For a while, there was a knock on the door: "Doctor Rong, are you awake?"

Rong Xian responded and said: "Come in."

The maid opened the door and saw that Rong Xian was reading the medical book, and she quickly lowered her head and said, "Doctor Rong, the city lord has already returned to the house. Please come over here in the hall now."

Rong Xian put down the book and said kindly: "You wait outside, I'll change my clothes and go."

The maid graciously withdrew and waited outside the door. When Rong Xian came out again, her white robe had been replaced with a purple suit and silver gauze.

She followed the maidservant and walked slowly, even though she wanted to see the city lord very much, she could not see the slightest eagerness.

Outside the hall, the guards on both sides bent over to show respect.

Rong Xian's footsteps paused because she found an acquaintance appeared in the hall.

The little wolf pup who used to be behind Condensing Moon seems to have grown up now.

Rong Xian walked in calmly, as if the pause just now didn't exist.

Qingbo greeted him in a crimson city lord's uniform, slightly pale with a warm smile on his face: "Doctor Rong is here, I have been looking forward to it for two years, and finally you are here."

Rong Xian's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, and she lowered her eyes to hide the emotion in her eyes. The breath of this person is very similar to that of the group of Shiqiaojian thirteen years ago, but there are some differences. Call someone?

She sighed slightly and said: "Uncle Master's way of'hoping for people' is very interesting."

Uncle Master?

Qingbo looked at Rong Xian suspiciously, and then tentatively said after a long time: "Are you a Xuanhuashan disciple?"

Rong Xian tilted her head slightly and said: "Tsinghua real person, his disciple is not fit to practice swordsmanship, so he modified his medical way. Now he has not returned to Xuanhua Mountain for eight years."

She changed her conversation and looked at Qingbo more sincerely: "When I was a child, Master once mentioned Uncle Shi, and the person who never wanted to chase and intercept the disciple for two years is actually you. If you reveal your identity as soon as possible, the disciple will not bother you. After all calculations, I came to the door in person."

Speaking of the four words ‘chasing, chasing and intercepting’, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

I won’t mention how awkward and uncomfortable Qingbo is. He stood up with surprise on the face, and went straight down the **** and said: “The famous doctor Rong is a nephew, and his nephew is outstanding. I am an uncle. There is also light on the face."

He turned and sat on the main seat, and stretched out his hand to invite: "Senior Nephew Rong is also sitting, and finally met, Shi Nephew will stay with me for a little longer."

Rong Xian picked up the tea cup on the table and said with a smile but a smile: "Of course, otherwise, I'm sorry for the uncle's trouble with the layout."

At this meeting, she was very disappointed with this uncle.

I thought he was a cruel hero, but he didn't expect cruelty to be true, but he was narrow-minded and difficult to become a powerful weapon. The road of martial arts has been narrowed by him. If there is no accident, he will not break through in this life. No wonder he is so anxious. The essence of the sword emperor.

Qingbo's face sank, and the powerful aura spreading throughout the living room, even the guard standing outside the door knelt on the ground in horror.

Rong Xian didn't change her face, she just sat in the seat so quietly, her dark eyes watching the undulating tea in the cup, her attitude calm and gentle.

It is not a superficial disguise, nor is it a habit that comes from family background, but a kind of strength revealed from the deepest part of the soul, a kind of strength that is not afraid of life and death, and a kind of seeing everything in nothing, or Great compassion that sees all things equal.

Rong Xian's face remained silent, but she sighed secretly in her heart, all these auras were taken out to show her ugliness, didn't she see the little wolf cubs behind her taunting.

Qingbo didn't know how stupid his behavior was in the eyes of others. He watched Rong Xian's eyes flashed with appreciation, and his momentum was reduced, saying: "Your master taught you very well."

Rong Xian put down the tea cup and raised her eyebrows. Her temperament was gentle and gentle. During the short time she got along with her, she revealed an excellent education. There was an ancient ink scroll-like elegance between her gestures: "You're praised. "

Qingbo hesitated and said, "Please ask my nephew to accompany me to a place later."

Rong Xian sighed and said: "Master uncle directly ordered that the disciple will never refuse you."

After the two chatted for a while, the people behind Qingbo felt bored and left.

At this time, Qingbo took Rong Xian into the study and opened the mechanism. Behind the study is a very deep secret room. The air-conditioning from the secret room made Rong Xian's eyes flash, as if she was uncomfortable, she gathered her clothes. .

Well, Rong Xian really can't forget that he is a lady of the five scumbags all the time.

Qingbo looked at her and took the cloak from the side to her apologetically, and said apologetically: "I was negligent. I even forgot that my nephew's skills are not high enough to withstand the icy air here."

Rong Xian took the cloak and put it on her body, thanked him and walked into the ice room.

There is an ice bed in the ice room, and the woman in a pink dress lies quietly there, as if she is asleep.

There are snow lotus flowers all around her, she is like a fairy.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Qingbo walked to the ice bed, stroked the woman's face with her hand, and asked idiotically.

Rong Xian nodded. Indeed, this woman is beautiful.

Qingbo looked at the woman with a maddening look for a long time before returning to her senses: "This is my wife Zeng Shui. She lost her attitude just now and made her nephew laugh."

Rong Xian smiled tolerantly, and changed the subject thoughtfully: "Uncle Master asked the disciple to come here to treat his wife."

Qingbo nodded and said: "Shui'er has been in a coma for twenty years. At the beginning, I was so angry that I had a lot of enemies and caused Shui'er to be implicated and dying. Over the years, I have exhausted all means to maintain her A line of life."

More importantly, Zengshui's vitality can no longer be maintained for long.

Rong Xian thought for a while, and with a flick of his fingertips, a silver thread popped out of his hand wearing a silver needle and tied it to Zeng Shui's wrist.

She put her fingertips on the silk thread, her brows calm and peaceful.