Immortal Voices Chapter 127: Step on the pit
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In the yard, Tsinghua University, the old man of the yin-bird, Yangming, and Sixin are all here.
The four of them have been hit by inaction, without consciousness, and any fighting power.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Rong Xian's mouth raised slightly, her face thoughtful.
The first time I used Wuwei, seeing the performance of these monks, the efficacy of Wuwei was still reasonable.
But she didn't quite understand how the gray-robed people escaped the effects of inaction.
Rong Xian rubbed the beads on her wrist, her eyes were dark and unpredictable. It seems that she still needs to find someone to try the medicine.
Rong Xian lowered his head and glanced at the shady old man lying on the ground. The old man collapsed on the ground without any consciousness. The wound on his body revealed a familiar sword aura, which belonged to the head of Tsinghua University.
Look at her master again. She is neatly dressed and has no damage except her hair slightly messy.
It seems that she, the master, is even better. She raised her eyebrows, a trace of interest flashed in her eyes, and stepped in.
Sixin fell beside Yangming, still holding the sword in his hand.
Yangming and Tsinghua both sat cross-legged on the ground, closed their eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep, but the sword energy all over their bodies was agitated, and they seemed to be instinctively defending against all enemies.
She didn't hesitate in her steps, nor could she see the slightest eagerness, she came to the front of the old man in a calm manner.
Rong Xian looked at the old man carefully, then stretched out her right hand, and an obscure and mysterious power came from her palm.
Her hands slowly moved across the air, and the energy ran along the old man's head all the way to the feet, seeming to be checking something.
"Nothing, but cautious." Rong Xianfeng narrowed her eyes, and decisively retracted her hand, and the energy disappeared instantly.
There are no signs on this body, and the clothes are made of ordinary materials. Every inch of muscles, every drop of blood, and every piece of skin are normal.
In other words, she couldn't find anything from this body.
Rong Xian looked down at the old man, her phoenix eyes were too clean, too clean, and there seemed to be a bottomless whirlpool under the calm eyes, making the person who looked at him slightly careless It can be broken.
She squatted down and stretched her index finger to the center of the old man's eyebrows. The whirlpool in her eyes gradually expanded, and the memories of the old man were read by Rong Xian like a book.
Those useless memories were skipped directly, but when they arrived at important places, the scenes were like villages in the mist at this time, and the shadows were not real.
"Prohibition?!" Rong Xian raised her eyebrows, and after carefully inspecting the prohibition, she withdrew her hand directly.
If she forcibly read the memory of the old man, of course, it’s hard to say whether she can find anything, but this person will definitely be lost. When the master wakes up, it’s not easy to explain, after all, she has always been a master. The most well-behaved little apprentice is here.
Master has always been very good to her. She is also Master's intimate little cotton puppet. She is conscientious and has no intention of becoming a black-hearted little cotton jacket for the time being.
She muttered in a low voice: "Fortune-telling you have a big deal."
Rong Xian threw down the old man and got up and came to Tsinghua and Yangming's side. The sword aura of the two people was not hostile to Rong Xian, and he was even careful to make way for her for fear of hurting her.
Rong Xian smiled in a low voice of joy, and the gentleness of the mirror-like flowers around her body was even more heart-warming, as if the moon and breeze were bright and the moon was in her arms.
She picked up the purse on her waist and shook it in front of Tsinghua and Yangming, acting softly and softly without a breath of firework.
Seeing Tsinghua’s eyeballs move, Rong Xian quickly tied her purse, brewed her expression, and called out with an uneasy look: "Master, are you awake?"
As soon as Tsinghua opened his eyes, he saw the young apprentice doing bad things, and his expression was rather complicated.
Seeing that Tsinghua didn't speak, Rong Xian looked nervous and lowered her head and did not dare to speak out, lest Master lose her temper because of her own medicine.
Tsinghua, who understood the apprentice's mind, felt weak. Although he was a little embarrassed by his apprentice, he had a good temper. He had never been angry in front of his apprentice for so many years.
"I'm fine." Seeing the appearance of the young apprentice Ai Ai, Tsinghua paused, and added: "I didn't blame you for being a teacher. You did a good job. If it weren't for you, your senior brother might be Was hit hard by that man."
Brother Yangming, who just opened his eyes and looked surprised, preparing to say hello to the younger sister: "..." The mood is extremely complicated, I want to say something, I'm afraid that the master’s desk will be demolished, let’s not say it, but also worried about the younger sister. Underestimated myself.
But in fact, the master was talking nonsense with his eyes open. Before he was overturned by the little sister, he and the master beat the man up. When the master comforted the little sister, it was a bit unkind to use him as a foil. Up.
But when he felt Master's eye knife swept over, Yang Ming said to Rong Xian with a serious face: "Little Junior Sister, eight years away, I didn't expect that Junior Sister's medical skills were already so superb when we met again. "
The voice fell, and before Rong Xian had time to make an expression, Yang Ming and Qinghua felt inexplicable pain in their hearts.
First, it was a bit embarrassing to be turned over by the little apprentice/junior sister unknowingly.
Second, just now Yangming consciously stepped on the thunder and praised the little junior sister's medical skills, and made a knife for himself, and even the master was stabbed by him in his feet.
The knee hurts so much, it's useless.
Yangming gave a dry cough, and said to Rong Xian like a cover: "Little Junior Sister, why is Sixin still not awake?"
Rong Xian thoughtfully did not take up the topic just now, and said with some embarrassment: "I was just worried about Master and Senior Brother, but I didn't care about the Second Senior Sister."
After all, Si Xin's sense of existence is too low, and she has no place in her heart.
Rong Xian turned over her hand and took out a pill to Yangming like a trick, and said with a serious expression: "This is the antidote. She will wake up after giving it to the second senior sister."
Yangming looked at it curiously after taking the pill, and it seemed that he couldn't see anything except the rounded ones.
He stuffed the pill into Si Xin's mouth and asked casually: "Little Junior Sister, what kind of medicine do you have, the effect is very powerful."
Just now, Yang Ming suddenly remembered that if the medicinal effect of Little Junior Sister was not great, how could it be possible to turn all the medicine over so many monks, and he and his master were not spared.
Thinking about this, Yangming felt that he had stepped on the pit again, and he coughed again.
Rong Xian didn't seem to think of the deep meaning in his words, and said with a smile: "It's inaction. Its effect is slightly stronger than that of non-surprise."
If someone is living a poisonous path with the anti-poison beads, there is no way not to be surprised, but inaction can be effective.
Yangming: Is that stronger? Is that too strong?
As if afraid that he would step on the pit again, Yang Ming replied unwillingly: "Little Junior Sister has the means to protect myself, and I can rest assured."
Tsinghua snorted and stood up, glanced condescendingly at the big apprentice, and walked directly towards the old man.
Yangming looked blank. The look in his eyes from Master just now was disgusting, right? But he doesn't seem to have done anything wrong. Could it be that the master always pokes his sore feet when he dislikes him and can't speak?