Immortal Voices Chapter 210: Teacher

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Hearing Si Zhen's response, Niu Yan and Sun Tianyou twitched, because they had never sensed this wave of fluctuations, nor had they seen such signs, they must be fake magic repairs!

Seems to see the loss of the two of them, Rong Xian groaned for a moment, and softly comforted: "You are a magic cultivator, yes, you haven’t sensed this energy just because your cultivation level is too low. If it is high, it will naturally be sensed."

The blue veins on the forehead of the two of Niu Yan jumped out this time, this kind of heart-piercing comfort is better than not comforting.

"Little Stone, how far is it from returning to Tucheng?" Si Wenning asked impatiently.

She is tired of this way of walking on foot like a mortal. It is obvious that they are already monks. Whether it is Tengyun or Yujian, will they be able to arrive soon? Why go step by step, it's a waste of time.

Niu Yan looked at Si Wenning, and said very seriously: "You don't need to walk after the magic gate. It is not allowed to vacate within the magic gate."

Wherever you are, you have to follow the unspoken rules of which place, even characters like Si Wenning and Si Zhen who call the wind and rain in the middle world are not immune.

So, when everyone stood in front of a city gate and looked at the two majestic characters on the city gate, they couldn't help their eyes widening, their eyes full of weirdness.

"This is the magic, the magic door?" Si Wenning's voice was a little out of tune.

The brutal and bloody, dark and terrifying magic door in the outside population is so carelessly placed here, it is almost like a dream.

Sizhen turned his head and coughed slightly, and concealed the smile on his lips. He suddenly thought of a certain dynasty in the Middle Thousand Realms, and directly named their capitals ‘kings’. They were all so stylish.

Rong Xian looked at the aggressive and domineering word "Magic Door" on the city gate, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. This word was hand-held by A-mei, but A-mei was no longer there.

Standing at the door for a while, a young man quickly walked out of the gate. The young man's edges and corners were slightly immature. When he laughed, he gave him the feeling of a sunny boy.

The one who respectfully followed behind him was the master of the magic door, Qu Lang.

Niu Yan and Sun Tianyou looked at each other, and bowed their heads together to show respect.

This adult actually came in person. It seems that Doctor Rong's position in the magic gate is not low.

Although the demon gate has a master and a saint, the status of this master has always been at the top of the demon gate.

Although I don't understand why the sect master calls him the young master, these subordinates have nothing to say, and they also called the young master.

The young man is dressed in a brocade robe and jade belt, with a surprise smile on his face, looking like an ordinary family prince.

He walked quickly to Rong Xian, and subconsciously respected him. This respect brought his intimacy again: "Teacher, the teacher is back, come in quickly, uncle Xiang has been waiting for you for a long time."

Qu Lang's face also raised a polite smile: "The Veratrum is back, the young master has been waiting for a long time."

After Rong Xian nodded towards him slightly, she looked at Rong Yu, her eyes were bent, and the temperature in her voice rose a little: "Yu'er's timing is just right, I just arrived at the magic gate, and you personally greet you. Up."

Rong Yu coughed lightly, trying to stick it on, but looked at the person behind the master, and could only hold back.

He arched his hands towards Si Zhen and said: "I have seen a few fellow Taoists. It is also fate that fellow Taoists can come to the Demon Gate, so let the next landlord friendship be fulfilled."

Si Zhen and Si Wenning are a bit speechless. They simply walked along the way and they were destined. There are too many people who are destined to the magic door.

They didn't realize that apart from them, few outsiders came to Nanzhou. If it weren't for Rong Xian this time, they wouldn't be able to come to Nanzhou at all.

"Then I will bother you later." Si Zhen responded politely.

Rong Yu smiled shyly, and there was nothing in front of Mo Xiu. He was ashamed of seeing strangers, and he hurriedly said: "Don't disturb, don't disturb."

When Qu Lang saw his posture, his eyelids jumped.

This young master is exactly the same as his master, and it's helpless to pretend.

Rong Yu looked at Niu Yan and Sun Tianyou, the harmless attitude of the whole body changed in an instant, and some deep instructions: "Niu Yan, God, you two will report to the foreign affairs elder in a while, and then go back. Right."

Niu Yan and Sun Tianyou responded quickly: "Yes, young master."

Sizhen ignored the two little magic cultivators. He glanced at Rong Yu deeply and couldn't help asking: "You are the young master of the magic cultivator, why do you want to call Teacher Rong Xian?"

He could feel that this young master was not as harmless as it appeared.

And faintly realized that this seems to have something to do with Rong Xian.

Qu Lang felt tight, and subconsciously responded: "Because Veratrum has the grace to teach the young master."

Rong Yu glanced at him with a calm expression, without revealing any flaws, and said: "Teacher teaches me the rhythm."

Sizhen immediately turned her head to see Rong Xian. After such a long time, he didn't even know that his daughter understood rhythm.

Rong Xian said nonchalantly: "It's just to pass the time."

Yes, of course Rong Xian knows the rhythm, she can play the flute.

Rong Xian directly sent Si Zhen back with a single sentence. Even though Si Zhen knew that the reason was not credible, he thought of a more acceptable reason.

Several people walked towards the magic gate without hurries. Si Wenning looked at the surrounding scenery with a trance.

Today, she is considered a long-time knowledge. The monk who is so vicious in the words of the righteous monks who wish to build their nests in the ground is not actually the name of a sect.

The Demon Gate is just a big city, and this city has a resounding name, the Demon Gate.

"Are all magic repairs in this city?" Si Wenning asked curiously.

Sun Tianyou glanced at the sect master and the young master who had a amiable smile but had no intention of speaking at all, so he took the topic and explained: "No, there are also righteous monks and ordinary people here, but there are relatively more demonic cultivators. ."

Si Zhen glanced at Rong Yu in surprise, then at Qu Lang, and couldn't help but ask: "The owner of the door is also the owner of the city?"

Niu Yan nodded and said: "It is true."

Qu Lang smiled like a harmless farmer: "To be precise, I am just the lord of the city, and the title of the lord is only given by someone from outside."

"Since it is not a demon organization, why do you die with the righteous cultivator?" Si Zhen was very puzzled.

Niu Yan and Sun Tianyou, who had just been to the Demon Gate for three or two years, couldn't answer. Qu Lang also pretended not to hear it at all, lest he said something inappropriate and be missed by the Lord and her elderly.

Rong Yu looked at Rong Xian, who seemed to have heard nothing, with a sunny smile and a refreshing smile as if there was no semi-snack machine. He grumbled and complained: "It's not because of the monks outside, if you have nothing to do It’s okay for the city lord to endure once or twice if you knock down the magic door, and whoever can bear it if you have more times."