Immortal Voices Chapter 101: Arrival
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Shiqiaojian is the place where the Yu people have lived for generations. Deep in the mountains, it has been shrouded in enchantment for thousands of years. Although the barrier was shattered for thirteen years, it was still deserted there.
After walking through the most remote mountain village, the remaining roads are all mountain roads. Rong Xian walked for three days and bypassed two hills.
When the light dissipated and the earth returned to darkness, a cold light slowly radiated brilliance to illuminate the way forward.
Rong Xian looked up at Yuanyue, focusing on the last mountain.
Passing over there, you arrive at Shiqiaojian.
She sighed for a long time, picked up some dead branches and piled them together, and lit a fire.
Rong Xian leaned against the tree and roasted on the fire, biting the wild fruit picked from the tree. Not to mention, the taste was good.
On a tree not far away, Ling Jun said curiously: "Wood, the mountains are so cold, why do you think Dr. Rong is a mortal who has to come to find sin."
Lu Yuan closed his eyes and remained silent.
"I thought she was collecting medicine, but the medicinal materials she encountered along the way were scattered to the patients. What do you think she wants to do if she continues to walk inside?"
Lu Yuan moved his ears and remained silent.
Ling Juncong focused his attention on Rong Xian, staring at her without blinking, but what he said was to Lu Yuan.
"All the monks are looking for her, do you think she is afraid that she will be killed, so she finds a place to hide? But it's useless. For the monks, it's just a few hills, driving the flying sword for a while. That's it." Ling Jun only felt like being scratched by a cat's paw again and again. He was really curious about Rong Xian's purpose.
Lu Yuan finally couldn't bear the noise of this person, and said coldly: "If you want to know, just ask me."
Ling Jun blinked, he was a little puzzled by the man's sudden temper, and he secretly muttered the wood's moodiness.
Suddenly, Lu Yuan tensed up and looked into the distance warily.
Ling Jun noticed his changes for the first time, with a dull smile on his face, but his body quickly became vigilant, his mouth reluctantly said: "Really, no one will let anyone at night Don't worry."
Rong Xian sat next to the fire, as if she had found nothing. Feeling that the flame was getting smaller, she added the dead branches on the side.
A little powder was sprinkled on the fingertips without a trace, and it seemed that only a fire was added.
The faint green smoke spreads around Rong Xian as the center. Without everyone paying attention, the green smoke spread over the entire mountain with lightning speed.
No one noticed it at first, after all, it was just ordinary smoke, but within a few breaths, the blue smoke was like a thick fog, completely blocking everyone’s sight. When they wanted to use their divine consciousness, they were surprised to find The spiritual sense can't penetrate the green smoke.
"No, there is a problem with this smoke." In the thick fog, a monk reacted and hurriedly shouted.
Before he could think of a solution, there was a sound of ‘dong dong dong’ colliding with the ground.
The man ran to the sound, but was tripped by something horizontal on the ground.
He subconsciously looked back and found that this turned out to be the person who followed him to find Rong Xian. His face changed, and he checked his companion carefully, and found that this person was just asleep, and there was no damage to his body or soul, but he just couldn't wake up.
Slowly, this person felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and his deep sleepiness hit him, causing him to be drawn into the darkness without any resistance.
A light and shallow breath sounded, and the dense fog was slowly blown away by the mountain.
A gentle footstep approached slowly, and an elegant and graceful figure walked out of the mist. She looked down at the monks sleeping sweetly on the ground, her mouth curled up, her smile melted.
Then, she sighed with sorrow and emotion: "Now this monk is really inferior to one generation, and there is no guard at all. How can we carry forward the small thousand world!"
Ling Jun Cong and Lu Yuan were stunned when he heard this.
Not waiting for their thoughts to emerge, I saw Rong Xian stepping over these monks unceremoniously, with her hands in her sleeves, and walking slowly towards the destination by the light of the moon.
A certain big tree that was not covered by the green smoke, Ling Jun was smashed, smashed his mouth, wiped a cold sweat and said: "We really need to protect Rong Xian?"
Lu Yuan: "..."
Ling Juncong was a little broken and said: "Look, dozens of monks, just a few breaths were all overwhelmed, such a cruel person really needs our protection?"
Lu Yuan said with difficulty: "She is just an ordinary doctor."
Ling Juncong roared: "She is a doctor who can knock down monks."
Lu Yuan worked hard to find excuses for the pure and kind Doctor Rong: "But she is worried about the world."
"What about the monk, can she be a mortal to worry about?!" Ling Jun said with a face from the wood.
Lu Yuan was speechless, so he could only turn around to chase Rong Xian.
Ling Jun looked down at the snoring monk on the ground, wiped his face, eyes full of dignity, able to prescribe medicine without knowing it, Rong Xian really deserves her unparalleled medical skills that day.
Fortunately, Rong Xian has a benevolent nature. If a person full of evil spirits possesses such methods, wouldn't it be a world-shaking situation.
"What are you in a daze, keep up." The calm voice was sent to my ears by the night breeze.
Ling Jun's expression on his face changed in an instant, and he became the dude with a hippie smiling face: "Here it is."
The sky was bright, and Rong Xian finally reached the last hill.
At this moment, the group of cultivators who lay on the ground for a night of freezing finally woke up. They looked at each other for a long while, and then left quickly, seeming to report to the person behind them.
Rong Xian was already on the last mountain at this time. She looked down at the bleak village below the mountain, her expression gradually becoming heavy, facing the sun, she could feel a cold breath in her body Just about to move.
It's the fourth day, and tomorrow is the last day. After tomorrow, Zhuohua can't suppress the sunshade.
Take advantage of this time, she should do something she can do.
Rong Xian scanned the woods and grasses halfway up the mountain, and walked down the mountain without stopping. When she came to the halfway point, she rolled up her sleeves, stepped forward and bent over to pick the wild chrysanthemums and the red ones. Rose, purple mimosa.
She did not fold down the flowers directly, but dug them all out, carefully protecting their rhizomes with soil, and then she held the flowers contentedly and continued down the mountain, not caring that her clothes were already stained. The dirt.
Half an hour later, she finally walked down the mountain and came to this once lively village-the place where the Yu people have lived in seclusion for generations.
Rong Xian's pace slowed down a lot, and she walked around a deserted house to the martial arts training ground.
As early as thirteen years ago, the training ground had become the cemetery of the Yu clan.
The bulging graves don’t make people feel gloomy, because the surrounding graves are full of various flowers, which look extraordinarily warm.