Immortal Voices Chapter 35: Curse
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Qingbo squeezed a dry smile and said, "It's good for my nephew to be happy. You have always been alone. I can rest assured that I have friends."
He asked casually: "What is your friend's name?"
"Shen Jiuliu." Rong Xian glanced at him without a trace, and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, his name is also very nice, right?"
Qingbo's face twitched, who wants to know whether his name sounds good or not.
He insincerely complimented: "It sounds very good. Why didn't Shi Nephew bring people back? The rain outside is so heavy that people leave alone, which is a loss of hospitality."
Rong Xian blinked and said innocently: "I have had my own things to do for a long time, so I didn't come."
"Then next time you meet him again, remember to bring someone back." Qingbo said impatiently.
Rong Xian looked up at him, with a little doubt in his eyes, pretending to ask: "Uncle Shi... seems to care about this friend of mine."
Why Qingbo cares about Shen Jiuliu, she knows better than anyone, this person is nothing more than coveting her things.
Qingbo's eyes flashed, and she raised her elder's arrogance and said: "This is the first time Shi Nephew praises someone in front of me, so I can't help but become curious. Besides, Shi Nephew is pure and kind, and I am a good teacher. Always check on your behalf, and don’t let some unpredictable people hurt you."
Rong Xian sighed: "Uncle Master, I believe in my own vision more than yours."
This kind of joke made Qingbo's eyes sink, he said lightly: "The nephew is still young and has little experience. It is inevitable that he will be used by someone with a heart."
Rong Xian lowered his eyebrows and smiled, seemingly very talkative: "Uncle Shi also knows that I have been traveling alone for eight years, and I have seen enough. Uncle Shi is relieved, I will not let people use it. To mine."
The refusal of this remark was very obvious, and Qingbo heard it too. He glanced at Rong Xian deeply, and flung his sleeves away.
If Rong Xian were not used now, he would never leave such a person who is difficult to control.
After Qingbo left, Rong Xian turned around, looking at the direction he was leaving, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the strong momentum caused the drops of water on the leaves to explode.
"My stuff, not all cats or dogs can make up their minds." She muttered to herself softly, the coldness and disdain in her tone particularly obvious.
She is careful about the layout, step by step, and she keeps the sword emperor's blood into her bag without disturbing anyone, how can this idiot Qingbo be a bad thing.
Forget it, if this person was involved in the massacre of Shiqiaojian, he should leave it to Yu Xiu.
No, it should be a long stay.
The rain hasn't stopped, and it's getting late, but when Rong Xian is about to fall asleep, he wants to see Shen Jiuliu on a whim.
The green skirt was wet by the rain during the day, so she changed into a purple skirt with silver gauze, holding an umbrella and following the restrictions on the stone doll.
Walking on the way, her steps stopped and the corners of her mouth rose a lot.
Well, the uncle was really worried about her, and sent so many people to follow her secretly after leaving the door.
When she came to a pavilion, she gently put down the umbrella, took out a jade flute from her sleeve and blew it.
The melodious and pleasant voice makes people fascinated, as if swimming in the sea, flying in the vast blue sky, and the flute's sound suddenly changed, like the low mother's whispering songs at night, making people feel relaxed and fall into deep sleep .
The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and Rong Xian swept over the person lying on the ground sleeping in the rain, bent over and held the umbrella, and walked forward unhurriedly.
As for the people who followed, hell, who cares about them.
I thought that Shen Jiuliu would live in a nearby inn, but who knew that he actually ran into the ruined temple of the poor.
Rong Xian's expression didn't change a bit as she heard a seemingly painful hum from inside.
She paused for a moment, turned and walked in the other direction, and after a long time, she came back unhurriedly.
She put the umbrella outside the ruined temple, lifted the skirt and walked in.
In the eye, it is a broken stone statue. On the dry grass next to the stone statue, Shen Jiuliu lay there with cold sweat on his pale face.
Rong Xian came to him, squatted down and took his hand to get his pulse seriously.
Except for the qi and blood, there is nothing serious about it.
She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, pressing her right index finger on Shen Jiuliu's eyebrows, and with the help of the aura in the water spirit beads, circles of obscure and mysterious power escaped from her fingertips.
The essence and blood of the sword emperor sealed in the cinnabar mole followed this obscure force slowly into the wood spirit orb, but in a moment, a small portion of it had already been collected.
Suddenly, a heavy and desolate aura quickly penetrated Rong Xian's fingertips into her body.
The Wood Spirit Orb inside her body shook suddenly, Rong Xian's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood came out.
She looked at the gray power running in her blood in surprise and said: "The power of curse?!"
When I went to see Shen Jiuliu again, Shen Jiuliu's frowned brows were relieved, and the boiling blood subsided.
The rumors are indeed true that the Yu clan members will suffer the pain of heartache after receiving the essence and blood of the sword emperor.
With a wave of her wide sleeves, the curse dissipated in an instant, and the blood on the ground flew out with the dust.
Wipe off the blood from her mouth, she took out a pill of nourishing Qi from her sleeve and stuffed it into Shenjiu's mouth, and quickly tapped his acupuncture points with her fingertips.
Looking at him sleeping peacefully, Rong Xian breathed a sigh of relief.
Her hands quickly formed a seal, and a beam of light invisible to the naked eye passed through the long-lasting body like alive, dragging out the gray power in his body one by one.
One after another was exposed to the air, and was directly wiped out by Rong Xian.
The power of the curse is terrifying to others, but for Rong Xian who possesses the Wood Spirit Orb, it is just a tonic to enhance her strength. She shouldn't also dislike this tonic for being too low-grade.
Wood Spirit Orbs will devour all power, purify it and then feed it back to the owner.
With Wood Spirit Orbs, the power of curse couldn't be simpler.
After the cursing force in Shen Jiu's body was expelled, Rong Xian's hands fell weakly.
These low-level spells also make her so difficult, so she really has to regain her strength quickly.
But with her current strength, she can only take the Sword Emperor's blood and blood once in a month, and it takes one more time to recover all the blood, and everything has to be done slowly.
Although the essence of the sword emperor's blood is in Shen Jiuliu's body, the power of the curse will not be completely eradicated, but it does not matter, the newly generated curses will not appear too frequently, nor will it affect Shen Jiuliu's combat power.
She was worried that Shen Jiuliu was taken away by someone coveting the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor because of the power of curse, and she had to find a way to save people, which was too troublesome.
Looking at the gleam of the sky outside, Rong Xian stood up and went outside the ruined temple. The heavy rain did not know when it had stopped.
Breathing in the fresh air, she picked up the jade flute and played a tune that she hadn't played in 13 years.
"Xiao Xian, you are so amazing, this song is so good, what's its name?"
"Call a naughty boy, do you like it?"
"The tune is very nice, but the name is not nice. I am not a naughty boy."
"You can only be called a urchin."
"You can call a naughty boy, but you have to blow it to me again."
The cheerful flute sounded in his ears, Shen Jiuliu slowly opened his eyes, and muttered softly: "Naughty..."