Immortal Voices Chapter 112: Healed

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The monks on the sidelines looked sideways, thinking that they were going to be blind.

This is the first time that this class of masters and apprentices have seen each other. It's really upright.

After the powerful monks acted, the children of the family, the elders of the sect, and the demon gates on each hill flew towards the bottom of the mountain.

For the first time, there are so many people in a small village, more people than all the Yu people.

Behind the crowd, Yan Fei, Xiao Wan, Qu Qianqian and Bai Changyue, who had not been seen, walked together.

Although Bai Changyue does not have the strength of Yan Fei, the purity of Xiaowan, and the enchantment of Qu Qianqian, she is beautifully born, with a small smile, two sweet pear vortices appear on her cheeks. Her temperament is two-point high and cold, but because of the sickness and two points more fragile, it makes people feel love and affection at first sight.

"Is Juncong there? Cough cough." Bai Changyue asked with concern, her tone was lightly concerned, her pale face was flushed with a hint of coughing, which made her eye-catching.

Xiao Wan nodded and said: "Big Brother Jun is here, we will definitely meet him when we go in."

Qu Qianqian didn't have the slightest sorrow in front of these people in front of Rong Xian. She was so charming and charming.

She raised her eyebrows and raised her lips, the beauty was confusing, she said softly: "There are so many stinky men in front, let's find a path to go quietly."

Yan Fei glanced at Qu Qianqian and agreed. She didn't want to be seen mingling with the Demon Girl.

Xiaowan didn't care. Bai Changyue was weak and didn't want to huddle with everyone. They agreed. Four women with different styles picked up a small road and walked towards the village.

This road leads directly to the waterfall. When the group of people in black sacrificed their lives and destroyed the barrier, blood flowed down here into the waterfall, staining the water of the waterfall.

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

At this time, under the mountain.

Sunshine saw the Sixin appearing in front of him, and some of them could not maintain the majesty of the senior brother, and asked in surprise: "Second Junior Sister, why are you here?"

Sixin happily said: "I came with Master, big brother, Master asked me to pick you up."

Yang Mingmu asked, "When did the master come?"

I thought about the time and said: "It's about an hour, big brother, let's go to see the master."

Yangming: I would have followed the master if I knew it.

He turned his head to look at the new friend he met, and said apologetically: "Long stay, my teacher has arrived, I will leave first."

Shen Jiu stayed for a while, he understood and said: "Okay."

Yang Ming looked at the continuous stream of monks, and carefully warned: "If you have any difficulties, you can come to Xuanhua Mountain to find me."

Shen Jiuliu's expression was subtle for a moment, Xuanhuashan?

Is it Xiaoxian's teacher? !

Subconsciously looking at Xiang Yangming's serious appearance, Shen Jiuliu was a little nervous, and he muffled back: "Okay, thank you."

Yangming and Sixin left, and Shen Jiu stayed in place for a while, walking quickly in the other direction.

He has never been here since he lost his memory, but he thinks there should be a path leading to the village.

Pick aside the grass, there is a winding path overgrown with weeds.

He got in without hesitation, and walked straight ahead along the path.

Just after he left, three shadows slowly appeared.

"Honorable, what should we do now?" Zuo Hufa asked respectfully.

Jingyue is numb to his name. She looked at the monks around with cold eyes, and said with a complicated expression: "This seat is with Qi, you act on your own. If you find Rong Xian, take her to In front of me."

Zuo Hufa immediately responded: "Yes, Lord."

The sound fell, and the person had disappeared.

Ningyue stared coldly at the direction where Zuo Jiaofa disappeared for a long time, and then said to Ah Qi: "Let's go, let's take a look at this extinct clan."

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

She and Ling Jun walked towards the small courtyard, their expressions could not be seen half differently. Inside the broad sleeves, she gently crushed a purple pill.

The faint fragrance of herbs was sent to the whole village by the breeze, without attracting anyone's attention.

As soon as she returned to the courtyard, Rong Xian seemed to sense something, and her expression was bitter.

Immediately, she quickly reduced her smile, and said to Ling Juncong, who was beside her, if nothing had happened: "Juncong, can you please help me bring the medicinal materials over there for drying?"

Ling Jun nodded quickly, and without a word, he ran over to pick up the sieve and walked towards the door, preparing to expose it to the stone mill outside.

Just as he left, a sword shadow fell in front of Rong Xian, transforming into a familiar figure.

Looking at the man in front of him who hadn't seen for eight years but was still handsome, Rong Xian immediately knelt down and called out in surprise: "Master."

She raised her head and faced the still gentle and loving eyes of Tsinghua University, with a big smile on her face, she shouted again crisply: "Master."

Outside the door, Ling Jun, who heard the movement, rushed in and just heard the name.

Seeing that both the master and the apprentice were looking at him, making Jun looked a little embarrassed, he said in a concealed manner: "I'm just looking at what other medicinal materials need to be dried."

Then he hurriedly carried out the medicinal materials tied together under the eaves, and closed the door smoothly.

Standing outside the door, he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to the side to dry the medicinal materials and thought. He didn't expect that Rong Xian still has a teacher, and that person's cultivation seems to be very high.

Ling Jun guessed from here. In the courtyard, Tsinghua's distressed apprentice got up, took her pulse easily, and said with doubts between his eyebrows: "Your body has healed."

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

There was a gentle smile on her lips, and she tentatively said: "After leaving Xuanhua Mountain, the disciple has been practicing medicine in the outside world. If I want to come to the master, I have also heard the reputation of the disciple. The disciple has not fallen to the prestige of the master, right?"

Tsinghua's expression is still faint, but his tone is dyed with a smile, and You Rongyan said: "You have done a good job, even if you are not known for your kendo, you are proud of you as a teacher."

Of course he has heard about the reputation of the young disciple over the years. In places he hasn't seen, the disciple grows better and better, which makes him both lost and proud.

After laying the groundwork, Rong Xian continued: "During the course of practicing medicine, the disciple also learned to practice a lot of pill. These pills have good effects and made the disciple's health much better."

After a pause, she used the Spring and Autumn Period to delete, delete, and subtract: "Something happened later. The disciple seemed to arouse the essence of the sword emperor in the body, and the wound healed without medicine."

Tsinghua frowned, refused to hear this vague statement, glanced at Rong Xian, and said with an irresistible tone: "Speak clearly."

Rong Xian stood aside, pursing her lips stubbornly, without saying a word.

Seeing her attitude of preparing to remain silent to the end, Tsinghua felt a headache. This disciple was so obedient that he felt distressed, but his stubbornness made him a headache.