Immortal Voices Chapter 18: Linggen

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After packing up, Rong Xian carried the medicine box and walked out of the medicine hall.

She closed the door, and just turned around, a cold wind blew, and the tip of her nose felt a little chilly.

She looked up at the sky and said in surprise: "It's snowing?"

Rong Xian hasn’t seen snow for thousands of years. Whether it’s a holy mountain or Xuanhua Mountain, it’s like spring all year round. After a thousand years, Rong Xian can’t help but smile when he sees another blooming snowflake. Up.

Looking at the girl with a softer breath, Yun Youfeng couldn't help but said: "Do you like snow very much?"

Rong Xian bends his eyes: "I like it."

Of course she will like it. Is there anything in this world more inconsistent than snow?

The bright surface is pure white and clear, and it is clean to make people love it, but when you mix it with soil, it will be dirty and hard to see.

The look of Yunyoufeng is a bit complicated: "You like it." Only people with a pure heart like this pure color.

He was a little bit sentimental inexplicably, five winters had passed, and the child had grown into a big girl back then.

Rong Xian raised his eyebrows and smiled: "No wonder it's cold."

Yun Youfeng glanced at the thin clothes on his body, only then did he realize that the person in front of him was not proficient in spells, so he felt cold.

Fearing that Rong Xian would be frozen by typhoid fever, he quickly took the person back to his residence, and then he was relieved.

After Yun Youfeng left, Rong Xian put on a cloak and stood in front of the window listening to the rustle of falling snow outside, the warmth from the bottom of her eyes dissipated, and the corners of her lips made her whole person look colder than ice and snow.

In this cold snowy night, no one knew what she was thinking.

"... Qu Lang, can Nanzhou Gui Tucheng be strange?" Rong Xian suddenly said, her expression was a bit complicated, she seemed to miss, she seemed to be sad.

The middle-aged man, or the figure of Qu Lang, walked out of the shadow, and replied respectfully: "Going back to the lord, there is nothing unusual about the city on the way back. Venerable Hanxi has always sent someone to guard."

He has been following this lord five years ago and has been ignorant of this lord, saying that she is cruel, and he has personally saved countless people for so many years. Say she is good. People who are not pleasing to the eye say that if you don't save you, you won't be saved. Ordering the execution of the traitor is also merciless, too elusive.

But it doesn't matter, he only needs to do the things that the master confesses.

Qu Lang watched his nose, nose and heart, only waiting for Rong Xian's instructions.

Rong Xian was silent for a long time, until the sky gradually cleared and the falling snow would stop, then he said: "Check the Yuxiaomen, and give me all the information in three days."

Now that she has arrived in East State, she will stay for some time to see a doctor. Dongzhou is the site of Yuxiaomen, and she will not go wrong if she knows more.

"Yes, my lord." Qu Lang turned into black mist and disappeared into the room.

Rong Xian stayed in this small town for five days, until it was determined that Yun Youfeng's injuries were all cured, and then he left him to continue traveling alone.

She has been practicing medicine and has forged a lot of good relationships. As a result, the entanglement of karma has been relaxed recently. Her suppressed cultivation base has relaxed a little, and she is at a critical juncture. She will not let any People follow.

On the roof of the medicine hall, Yun Youfeng stood there watching Rong Xian's figure go away.

To you, I am just one of the people you saved, but to me, you are my suffering master.

Oh, that's all, since you don't want me to follow, I won't follow.

But I believe that we will meet sooner or later.

Yun Youfeng pointed his toes and flew away.

At the moment he disappeared, Rong Xian, who was already far away, suddenly turned her head, the corner of her mouth evoked the most gentle smile, which made her heart chill inexplicably.

After leaving the town, Rong Xian continued to move in another direction. It was a place she had never set foot in, and it was under the jurisdiction of Yuxiaomen.

The sky was slightly bright, and Rong Xian had just approached the town, just when the people in the city rushed towards the richest family in the city, and all of them were dragging their families.

When she was curious, she asked the middle-aged man next to her: "This big brother, I don't know why you are in a hurry?"

The man glanced at Rong Xian and found that she had a good temperament and a gentle talk, and said hurriedly: "The girl is a stranger at first sight. A fairy teacher came out of our town a hundred years ago, who is from the richest man Zhao family ."

Seeing that Rong Xian listened carefully, the man proudly said: "The Zhao family can be said to be the patron saint of our town. Since then, every ten years, the Zhao family’s fairy teacher will send people to choose in the town. Talented disciples go to cultivating immortals, this is a matter of Guangzong Yaozu."

"Today is ten years, right." Rong Xian said softly while watching the lively scene.

The man nodded: "Yes, the girl came at the right time to see this rare scene."

Rong Xian is indeed very interested. Although the collected information has been read, it is quite exciting to see such an open method of recruiting disciples with my own eyes. She seemed to be curious and asked: "That fairy Which school does the teacher belong to?"

The man gave her a surprised look, and said, "Did I not say it? I didn't seem to say it, our immortal master belongs to Yuxiaomen."

"It turned out to be Yuxiaomen, this big brother, can I follow along and have a look?" Rong Xian asked tentatively.

The man smiled heartily and said: "Of course, let's go, let's go together."

Speaking, they followed the crowd with Rong Xian to Zhao's house.

The courtyard of the Zhao family is very large, and hundreds of children in the town are not crowded.

Rong Xian stood with the other people, watching everything in the courtyard intently.

After all the children stood up, a few rays of sunlight fell from the sky and landed on the high platform.

"Quiet." One of them whispered while holding a folding fan.

He didn't take much effort to speak, but it seemed to sound directly in everyone's mind.

The people at the Yuxiao Gate are all dressed in water and blue brocade robes, and they are all personable and arrogant.

Of course, they have reasons to be arrogant, because they have money, strength, and others.

Different from the roughness of Jianxiu, practitioners pay more attention to the exquisite quality of life.

If Jian Xiu is ‘I’m not convinced to fight,’ then Fa Xiu is ‘Wait, I'll draw a symbol first.

Anyang knocked his palm with a fan, and slightly nodded towards the second younger brother in black and brocade: "Let’s start."

Lu Yuan arched his hands and said: "Yes, brother."

He waved his hand, and the three juniors next to him took a spar for measuring spiritual roots, stood in front of the three teams of children, and asked each child to put his hand on the spar.

When the spar does not respond, he will get a sentence of "no spiritual root", which means that this child has no relationship with the immortal way.

When the spar has other colors, it means that the child has spiritual roots and can practice.

For example, green means that there is a wood spirit root and you can practice wood spells; for example, red, it means you have a fire spirit root and you can practice fire spells.

Only ten of the hundreds of children have spiritual roots after the test, and none of these ten children have superior spiritual roots.

Rong Xian faintly heard the envy of the surrounding people for families with spiritual roots, and the frustration of their children without spiritual roots.

Xiuxian is like this. Opportunity, understanding, and aptitude are indispensable.