Immortal Voices Chapter 852: Inheritance

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Because of Rong Xian's show operation, the depression in Feng Yan's heart couldn't gather anymore.

He said helplessly: "Master, if the seventh prince returns to Rongguo and does anything extraordinary, can Master look at the disciple’s affection and give him a chance?"

"Yes." Rong Xian blinked slowly and said slowly. She rubbed the edge of the teacup, tilted her head slightly to look towards Feng Yan, thinking about it, and showing a faint smile: "Only one chance. "

Feng Yan loosened his brows and said gratefully: "Thank you, Master."

Rong Xian sighed unhurriedly: "I have always been kind to people. I walked the world mostly as a doctor. I didn't expect that in Yan'er's heart, being a teacher is actually a cruel person, even your friends will not let it go."

Her face is as always freehand, but what she says is not like that: "As a teacher, I always feel that if I don't do anything, I'm sorry for your heart."

Feng Yan's expression froze.

Rong Xian chuckled softly and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm joking for the teacher."

Feng Yan gave a dry smile and did not answer.

The first time he saw Master in the Lower Realm, he only thought he was an ordinary good-hearted doctor. When he met in Guitucheng for the second time, he thought Master was just a remnant soul, and he became a teacher out of compassion.

When I arrived in the Middle Thousand Realm and heard Master’s legend, Feng Yan had only one thought, Master, is this a big one?

It was from then that he realized that the majesty of the master overwhelmed the world, and was powerful and frightened the world.

After hearing more about Master’s deeds, the weak and harmless impression in Feng Yan’s consciousness was slowly replaced by the depth that seemed like an abyss.

That's why he worried that Master would harm his friends.

After all, the emperor's mind, no one can tell.

Rong Xian lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes.

Forget it, I never thought that Feng Yan would trust her completely.

She slowly got up from the small boat and looked at the lake below leisurely and said: "Daxia Sanjue, how many wonders have Yan'er seen?"

Feng Yan's expression became even more rigid. He had only talked to Su Yuyang and Jia Yang about the things he had learned about the Three Wonders in Daxia.

How did the master know?

Did the master have been by his side at the time?

Feng Yan couldn't say anything in her heart, but she didn't feel very good.

He is very grateful to Master for giving him the sword code, and he also respects Master from the heart.

But this feeling of always being watched makes him feel that he is not trusted by the master.

It's very uncomfortable.

Of course, he does not completely trust Master, or he does not completely trust Master's methods.

She lays out a plan to achieve a certain purpose, and it is very likely that she will count herself.

Disciples or something, it's really not a problem.

For this reason, Feng Yan guards against Master in these matters.

But he trusts the master's thoughts about him 100%, and the master will definitely not hurt him.

It's very contradictory to say, but in fact, it's the same to understand.

Just like #I don’t believe in what you are, but I believe in your principles#.

But in this respect, Feng Yan is also #青出蓝而胜于蓝#.

For example, now, Feng Yan takes out a small mirror from his arms.

As soon as his Yuanli entered the mirror, the figures of Su Yuyang and Jia Yang appeared in it.

Rong Xian leaned over and took a look, and said in a sparse and ordinary tone: "Did you put on them?"

This so-called decoy is a secret method collected in the sword book.

You can separate a strand of your own spiritual consciousness into the heaven and earth vitality, and store it in any place.

Not much use, but you can collect intelligence within ten miles around.

It is equivalent to a collection of modern monitors and monitors.

Feng Yan said calmly and calmly: "They are all my good brothers, Daxia is unfamiliar with each other. I definitely want to make plans for them. It's just for safety."

Rong Xian nodded with understanding, still sighing in his heart that the apprentice's desire for protection and control is quite strong.

Cang Tian: "...Where did you say this, Zizai?"

Rong Xian pondered for a moment, and Ai Ai said, "Probably the identity of a senior."

Cang Tian: "Be confident and remove the'probably'."

Rong Xian was stunned and didn't get angry. She was very happy to praise the sky: "Yan'er's behavior of monitoring people is my style. This apprentice is deeply impressed by me, and I am very relieved. Ah."

The sky:...

Cangtian also had to admit that this is really #不家人不入一个门#.

Feng Yan does not have his master's hobby of acting as a master, but his official virtues and the inertia of being separated from others are very similar to his master.

Ming Ming Fengyan didn't stay with Rong Xian for long, but the extent of the impact was only the same as Rong Yu.

Zab's weird influence is gone.

Rong Xian was silent for a moment, and said sternly: "This is the inheritance~"

The sky:...

Sorry, my stomach is a little upset.

Oh, it doesn't seem to have human organs.

But it doesn't matter, just describe the feeling.

It doesn't matter if the sky is hidden, Rong Xian looks at Feng Yan, with a very curious tone: "Did you give the Seventh Prince a ghost?"

Feng Yan nodded and shook his head again.

Without waiting for Rong Xian to ask, he looked regretful and said: "The Seventh Prince originally had spirits on him. I heard him say that Xia Zi called for a call. In order to prevent Xia Zi from discovering it, he took the spirits back."

Cang Tian: There is nothing to say.

Feng Yan finished speaking, and then answered the first question asked by Rong Xian: "Sanjue disciples only saw Jiu Di Ji."

I still went to meet with the Seventh Prince.

Feng Yan smashed it, smashed its mouth, smiled and said: "This nine emperor Ji is beautiful and graceful..."

As he said, Feng Yan paused, and his gaze flicked over Rongxian's body.

For so many years, how come Master is still like a little girl who hasn't grown up in her teens.

Rong Xian hesitated, stretched out his hand and knocked on Feng Yan's forehead, and his behavior could be seen to be stiff and unfamiliar.

But it didn't cover up the gentle intimacy inside.

"What is Yan'er thinking, huh?" Rong Xian lowered her voice, the end of her voice was inexplicably dangerous.

Feng Yan shrunk his neck, laughed dryly, and hurriedly continued: "Anyway, that Nine Emperor Ji is very beautiful."

Rong Xian sat back to his original position, resting his cheeks in thought with both hands: "Do you want to be a steward?"

Feng Yan repented and said: "But I'm late. I heard that Ji Xin has a part in the Nine Emperor Gods."

Rong Xian was really surprised this time. With the esteemed status and fame of Jiu Di Ji, isn't it good to be superior?

Perhaps waiting for the brothers to fight for the throne, she, the fisherman, will finally gain.

Even if this opportunity is too vague—after all, her Nine Emperor Ji is not an emperor, but only an Emperor Ji, and the Emperor Ji has no inheritance rights.

But if the brothers are all dead and she is the only one left alive, it would be impossible for this heir to choose her.

Xia Xia Zi can never give up the great power of Nuo Da.

The Nine Emperor Ji is still too small.

What kind of love and hatred are you entangled with? If you are powerful and powerful, you can directly take the person she loves back to the palace. What kind of love is there. There are as many people you want as you love.

Isn't it fragrant?