Immortal Voices Chapter 102: Remember the past

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Rong Xian's clear and clean eyes stepped forward with a gentle smile. Instead of saying hello to the people buried here, she squatted down and dug a few pits that were not deep or shallow.

She planted the flowers in her arms in the pit with a serious look, carefully filled the soil, and mobilized the vitality in the wood spirit orb to make the flowers grow better.

After planting the flowers, she only took two steps forward and came to the tombstone behind the flowers. She reached out and touched the tombstone, blinked her eyes mischievously, and said softly, "Patriarch, I'm coming to see you again. This year’s flowers will be given to you. After all, others have them. You have been waiting for thirteen years."

Rong Xian sat cross-legged directly on the ground, and didn’t bother that her clothes were stained with soil. She held a small flower that could not be seen in her hand, and smiled and said: “Patriarch, you must have guessed it, right, I did. I said that as long as I didn’t see Yu Xiu, I would give the flower in my hand to someone else. This year I gave you the flower. You must have guessed that I saw Yu Xiu."

The smile on her face is like the spring breeze, warm and comfortable, and her phoenix eyes are clear and clear, like the vast sky, with shocking tolerance.

She spoke with a warm and melodious tone, as if she was telling a happy story, which made people feel like a puddle of water: "Patriarch, you must not know what Yu Xiu looks like now. The kid was naughty when he was young, why? You can't sit still, like a stab in your butt. You have a headache for a long time and you haven't been ruthless to teach him, but now Yu Xiu has become extremely stable."

Rong Xian shook the flower in his hand, and said with emotion: "Yu Xiu's temperament is a bit deserted. After all, he grew up in an unfamiliar place in his life. It doesn’t hurt to be colder. But I still like the kid before. The appearance of jumping up and down, silly and clumsy, not good for bullying."

She stared at the flower in her hand, her voice lowered, but her back turned to Lu Yuan and the two faces, but her expression looked bored and even a little indifferent: "Unfortunately, Yu Xiu doesn't remember me anymore. I don’t remember the Yu clan, he forgot his surname, his roots, and you."

Then her voice became happy again, and her mood changed quickly like a child: "It's okay to forget. If you forget him, you don't have to bear the hatred of genocide, and you don't have to suffer from the departure of your loved ones, let alone go around. Run around to find the murderer to avenge you."

"Yu Xiu is very good now, his cultivation level is very high, and he can protect me. I heard that he is the Young Sect Master in their sect, so you don’t have to worry that no one will protect him in the future. Without yours Shelter, he grows very fast."

Speaking of this, Rong Xian's expression is a bit lonely, and her soft tone is with a touch of sadness: "When we were young, we were together regardless of each other, playing with each other by heart, but when we grew up, we became two. People in the world have their own responsibilities, and I also have things that I can’t let go."

She looked up at the tombstone, her expression gentle, her eyes bright without the slightest haze: "Patriarch, 13 years have passed, and we have all grown up. You can rest assured that Yu Xiu and I can take care of ourselves. "

She babbled a lot, talked about the first encounter with Yu Xiu, talked about the funny things between the two, and said that Yu Xiu now has many girls like it, but she didn’t mention Yu Xiu from beginning to end. Current name.

Ling Jun, who squatted not far away, approached Lu Yuan without a trace, and asked in a low voice: "Who is Yu Xiu?"

Lu Yuan glanced at him faintly, lifted his chin, and said, "A member of the Yu nationality."

"Nonsense." Ling Juncong rolled his eyes and whispered: "Of course I know that Yu Xiu is a member of the Yu clan. What I want to ask is what Yu Xiu's current identity is, who he is, and where is he. "

Ling Jun never thought that Yu's family would have survived two people back then, one with the blood of the sword emperor in the light, and one in the dark.

Lu Yuan replied coldly: "I don't know."

Ling Juncong: "I guess you don't know either."

Lu Yuan glanced at him disgustingly, and asked if he knew it was sick.

Rong Xian, sitting in front of the tombstone, took the words of the two into his ears, her expressions could not help but laugh.

Just these two people came to monitor her, so she really regarded her as an ordinary doctor.

Of course, Rong Xian didn't deliberately eavesdrop on the two of them. Who made her spiritual sense too strong, and the two didn't mean to conceal the least.

Seeing that the two talked too engrossedly and didn't pay attention to her anymore, Rong Xian's nagging stopped.

She pressed her hand slightly, and the flower just turned into powder and disappeared instantly.

Well, the past is over.

At this time, the whole world was surging, and the news that Rong Xian had returned to the Yu clan spread strangely throughout Xiao Qianjie.

At the same time, Rong Xian's unpredictable method of poisoning is also famous all over the world, after all, not any ordinary doctor can make a monk unknowingly be recruited.

But everyone was not too jealous of Rong Xian, and they didn't promote him as a demon.

After all, Rong Xian is just a mortal. It’s no longer justified to **** someone’s stuff. It would be a joke if someone is a demon. Let’s not say that Rong Xian doesn’t have that strength, it’s because Rong Xian used medicine to save people or Now she fell down on the monk, and her hands were not bloody.

For such a person with a soft heart and weak strength, just coaxing him, isn't the sword emperor's essence and blood still in his hands?

So the most important thing is not Rong Xian, but the question of the ownership of the sword emperor's blood. And this issue has not been decided since the emergence of the essence of the sword emperor's blood until now, and all the forces have played their heads and no one has given way.

They finally decided to rush to the place of the Yu Clan to look after Rong Xian. Before they decided to belong, the essence and blood of the sword emperor was stored in Rong Xian's place.

The essence of the sword emperor's blood in Rong Xian's hands is as simple as searching for something.

Shen Jiuliu walked towards his home with waves of casual cultivators up the mountain, yes, the home he had forgotten.

He didn't remember what that place looked like, and every time he remembered it was **** and wailing, and the girl who couldn't see what it looked like survived.

He has forgotten the past and hasn't remembered yet. Maybe he would think of something when he walked into the clan.

Shen Jiuliu followed the group of casual cultivators silently, and learned from their conversation that Rong Xian's current situation is okay, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he found a casual practitioner who was also relaxed.

This man is dressed in a blue robe and is not very old, but his majesty is heavy, his serious face has no expression, and he holds a cold sword in his hand, giving a sense of stability and reliability.

When Shen Jiuliu looked at the man, the man also noticed Shen Jiuliu.

After all, regardless of appearance or temperament, Shen Jiuliu is very eye-catching. He wears a white robe and looks like an immortal. The cinnabar between the eyebrows shows his outstanding appearance. However, the cold temperament suppresses the red dust brought by the cinnabar mole. The air made him feel as if he was banished from the sky.

"Is this young hero also looking for the essence of the sword emperor?" Yang Ming walked over and asked first.