Immortal Voices Chapter 20: Amour

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After walking for a while, Rong Xian stopped abruptly and turned to face a pair of smiling eyes.

She froze for a moment, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly. This person really didn't hide her at all: "Why have you been following me?"

Anyang shook the fan, and was suave: "As the so-called fair lady, gentlemen are so beautiful. The girl is so beautiful, it makes my heart broken."

The fan unfolded, covering the jokes of the star smile at the corner of his mouth.

Rong Xian pursed his lips, smiling but not smiling: "Anyang, the chief disciple of the Yuxiao Sect, is so famous as to meet him."

The smile on Anyang's mouth froze. Unexpectedly, when he flirted with someone on a whim, he would know his identity, and it is likely that this person is a friend of some of his acquaintances. Anyang twitched his cheeks and asked, "Who are you?"

Rong Xian slowly opened a soft and pure smile: "I am Rong Xian, the third disciple of the head of Xuanhua Mountain."

Anyang: "!!!"

Anyang: "Xuanhua Mountain?!"

It turned out to be Jian Xiu, and he subconsciously stepped back two steps, lest he hear the words ‘unsatisfied to fight’.

But after he got back to his senses, he realized that the young disciple of Xuanhua Mountain in front of him would not start a fight without saying a word, she looked different from all sword repairs.

She doesn't have a sword or sword spirit on her body. Her hands are very clean and soft. There is only a cocoon for holding a pen, not a cocoon for practicing the sword.

Her breath is too peaceful, too warm, completely different from Jian Xiu's cold and hard aura.

Anyang flicked his mouth for a moment, and suddenly smiled when he saw Rong Xian’s exquisite face, his eyes were full of joy: "I didn’t expect that the young disciple of the head of Qingbo was actually a doctor, tusk. In Jian Xiu, there is a strange kind that is rare. This joke has been enough for me to laugh for a few years."

He didn't doubt Rong Xian at all. No matter who it is, as long as you see Rong Xian, all you can feel is her warmth and sincerity from the heart, and whatever she says, your first reaction Always believe.

Rong Xian has this ability to make everyone trust her.

"Practicing medicine to save people is what I want in my life." Rong Xian replied earnestly.

Such a serious attitude made Anyang choke, he sighed: "Rong Xian, you are really admirable."

The monk's arrogance is the arrogance in the bones and the arrogance in the soul. This is not a pretentious gesture.

Because power has distinguished them from mortals, mortals have hurried for several years, but monks are different. Monks compete with heaven for fate. If you cultivate an immortal body, a thousand years will seem like a flash, a millennium in a flash.

Time stopped on them, and the pain was far away from them. They watched all beings suffering, sitting high on the ground in the clouds.

Just like people don’t care about ants, have you ever seen anyone busy for an ant?

So Anyang admires Rong Xian, because Rong Xian really considers these ordinary people. She saves everyone from the bottom of her heart. The warmth even he can't help but want to get close to.

"Rong Xian, I like you." Anyang heard himself seriously say: "I will go to Xuanhua Mountain to propose a marriage, let's be together."

Sometimes feelings are so unreasonable, they come off guard and make people unprepared. At that glance, it seemed as if he had been possessed, and he fell involuntarily.

Rong Xian gave him a surprised look: "Forget it."

"Why? I'm not good enough, or you don't trust me? Or different sects?" Anyang was extremely aggressive for a while.

Rong Xian laughed, looking at the crowded streets, listening to all kinds of sounds mixed into a red dust, and smiled softly: "It's just not tempting."

"But we must be the most suitable. I don't care about high or low. I can let go of my self-esteem and pride, and I can accompany you to redeem the suffering of the spirits." Anyang strives to fight for himself.

Rong Xian can't help but can't help but: "It doesn't have to be together to be suitable. Brother An has such a heart, and the blessing of the people."

Her heart is not disturbed, because she knows that this person just likes a fake face.

An Yang's eyes darkened, and all the gaffes were taken back, because he understood, Rong Xian was seriously rejecting him. There is no euphemism in the refusal, decisively and mercilessly.

In just a few words of conversation, Anyang saw Rong Xian's nature very thoroughly.

She has the great compassion of a healer, and she saves all living beings from suffering with compassion. Because of this, her love is a great love, so in front of her personal love, she frankly refuses, her eyes are tolerant and kind, just like the elders see The unreasonable child.

She doesn't care about the kindness and malice of others, she doesn't care about other people's concerns, she abandons all the feelings like a shoe, she is still graceful and transcendent.

"That's all, Rong Xian, I'm leaving, take care." An Yang felt a sudden pain in his heart and turned away.

Not giving up, but staying in my heart.

That kind of person is not suitable for being a wife, but only suitable for being in the clouds.

Looking at Anyang turning around, Rong Xian was not angry, did not refute, just rubbed his forehead, seemed very distressed, and smiled helplessly.

Anyang's confession was just an episode. Rong Xian stayed in the town for half a month, then left here after half a month and continued to travel to the next place.

She just walked out of town not far when she saw a man covered in blood in the middle of the road. The man looked particularly vicissitudes of life, with a baggage on his back, even though he was unconscious, he still held the baggage tightly, as if he was holding his own life.

The man has only one breath left. If he doesn't save him, he will undoubtedly die.

Rong Xian could see very clearly, her smile remained unchanged, and her expression calmly and tenderly stepped to the man's side, and then - stepped over.

She didn't pause in her footsteps, nor did she hesitate from her back, she was still free and simple, it seemed that the lives on the ground were nothing to her.

In this posture, she became more gentle, gentle and cruel.

After she left without saving, the man died. A group of people in black took the burden from the man, cut the man’s neck with a knife and left.

The whole space was quiet again. After a while, Rong Xian suddenly walked out from the side, her eyes stopped on the headless corpse on the ground, her eyes deepened: "Tsk, it is really a trouble."

Fortunately, no one was saved. She doesn't want to get involved in any incidents now.

"My lord, do you need to do what your subordinates do?" Qu Lang quietly popped out.

Rong Xian glanced at him indifferently, and said casually: "Take the tail clean, don't let anyone get involved with me, other than that, don't make extra moves."

"Yes, my lord." Qu Lang responded hurriedly.

Rong Xian nodded, and left her hands in her sleeves unhurriedly. This time it was a real departure and never looked back.

Year after year, place after place, wherever people need doctor Rong Xian the most, there is no ambiguity about saving lives.

It has been eight years since I left Xuanhua Mountain. In these eight years of practicing medicine, Rong Xian seems to have abandoned the coldness and cruelty of being a demon master in her previous life. The years have made her more gentle and graceful, but her eyes are as vast as The abyss and the sea, the invisible sense of alienation enveloped her, making her seem to be a world on her own.

It's close in front of you, but it seems to be far away in the clouds.