Immortal Voices Chapter 93: Inn

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Yangming can't sit still a bit. From the words of the master, it is not difficult to hear that now the whole world knows that the essence of the sword emperor is on the younger sister, this is simply the enemy of the world!

"Master, the disciple wants to find the junior sister." Yang Ming asked for orders.

Tsinghua did not refuse him, but rather earnestly said: "As a teacher, I have this intention. If I usually don't know the whereabouts of your junior sister, but now I know it very well."

He put his fingertips together, and a ball of light bounced into Yangming's Sea of ​​Knowledge. After Yang Ming took a closer look, he discovered that it was actually a map.

"Your junior sister will definitely go to Shiqiaojian, and you will wait for her there. Take the person back and tell her that she will always be my disciple when she is my disciple of Tsinghua University. No matter what happens, Xuan Huashan will protect her." Qingbo finished.

Yangming immediately responded: "Yes, Master."

Farewell to Tsinghua, Yangming packed up his things and prepared to leave Xuanhua Mountain.

Si Xin had just finished practicing the sword, and before he could go back to the room, he heard the disciples inside the mountain gate talk.

She was also surprised at the birth of the Sword Emperor’s blood. When she heard that the Sword Emperor’s blood was on Rong Xian’s body, her heart jumped. Then she heard that the master had summoned the big brother and asked the big brother to go down the mountain to find him. When I was a little younger sister, the whole person was blown up, completely ignoring the image, and hurriedly ran towards Yangming's room.

Yangming had just packed his things, and the door of the room banged open. He looked back, but he saw Xinxin rushing over and questioning him: "Big brother, are you going to find Rong Xian?"

Yangming frowned and said displeasedly: "Second Junior Sister, what kind of style you are in such a rampage."

Thinking and slumping, and grievingly said: "I am also anxious, big brother, I have heard that the essence of the sword emperor is spreading on Rong Xian. If you bring her back to the martial arts, this Don’t you invite disasters for us? Senior brother, you have to think about the safety of the other disciples of the sect."

"Shut up." Yang Ming reprimanded in a deep voice: "Little Junior Sister is also Master's apprentice. She is our fellow apprentice. If you don't like her, she is also my Xuanhuashan disciple."

He approached Sixin step by step, and the momentum of the whole body unabashedly pressed against Sixin. Obviously, he wanted to teach this nonchalant younger sister a little lesson: "The most important thing in the same school is unity. Abandon the same door when an accident occurs, and Xuanhua Mountain is ruined from the root."

Yangming's tone is extremely heavy: "Sixin, Junior Sister has never been sorry for you, no matter why you look down on her, I hope that Xuanhua Mountain can be unanimous to the outside world at this critical time. Even if you die, you must have no shame. Unintentional."

After that, he took the burden and crossed Sixin to the outside of the sect, turning into a sword shadow and heading towards the stone bridge.

Since the news about the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor became an open secret, the entire Little Thousand Realm was calm and quiet. It seemed that the news was just a joke. Everyone was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and no one took action.

But the dark place was turbulent, and countless people were looking for news of Rong Xian. The atmosphere of tension and killing was enveloped in the sky, depressed and deep, like an explosive bag that would explode at hand.

At night, in the town thousands of miles away from Shiqiaojian, there is no light on the horizon, but this small town is especially lively.

Rong Xian wears a green dress with silver gauze, her long hair is draped behind her back, a white ribbon loosely binds her hair, her waist is tied with a pouch exuding a faint medicinal fragrance, and her hands are kept in her sleeves. Walking down the street, he came to an inn with a clear goal.

Standing at the door, Xiao Er enthusiastically welcomed her in: "Please, please, the food in our shop is the most affordable and delicious in the whole town. Today, the owner happened to be here, and he was in charge of the cooking. It’s more lingering."

Rong Xian looked at the bookish man holding the wine jar. The years seemed to treat him very favorably. For more than ten years, his face has no wrinkles, but his breath is more stable and restrained, and his demeanor is like a family boy. .

"That person is your boss, right." Rong Xian's tone was soft, but she was extremely sure despite her questioning tone.

Xiao Er followed her gaze and nodded quickly and said: "Yes, that's right, the girl has good eyesight, and that one is our shopkeeper."

As if sensing Rong Xian's gaze, the man looked sideways, facing a pair of clean and bright phoenix eyes, he subconsciously walked two steps forward, but bumped into a guest aside.

The man said apologetically: "Sorry, this hero, he's lost his mind."

'Heroes' laughed and didn't care: "It's okay, I'm a big boss, and I'm worried that the flesh on my body is too strong and you will be hurt."

The man couldn't help but laughed, and the corner of his mouth was aroused: "I will cook the hero's dishes by myself for a while, and I will treat it as an apologize to the hero."

Placed the man, the man looked back to the place before, but found nothing.

He stroked his chest blankly. What was the feeling of kindness and familiarity just now?

If he couldn't figure it out and didn't delve into it, he turned and walked towards the back kitchen.

Many people are rushing to him today. He has to work on the store first.

After Xiao Er led Rong Xian to the room, he put down the kettle in his hand and said, "Girl, this is the white water you want. The food will come up in a while. You can wait for a while."

Rong Xian took out a piece of silver and gave it to him, eyebrows curled up and said: "Don't worry, I don't mind waiting a while, let your boss cook some home-cooked vegetables and bring them."

Little Er weighed the money in his hands and narrowed his eyes. This girl is really generous: "Yes, yes, please wait a little longer. I will bring you the food as soon as the food is ready. "

"Thank you." Rong Xian said kindly.

"No need." Xiaoer blushed and retired happily, and closed the door of the room.

Rong Xian sat by the window, raised his hand to fill himself with a cup of tea, and sipped slowly.

After drinking a glass of water, she looked at the kneeling figure in the corner, her voice did not fluctuate at all and said: "Since the matter has been completed, follow the plan, scatter all the people, and hide them in the dark. I found out all the bugs, dig the ground three feet, dig the graves and whip the corpses, do your best not to miss anyone."

She doesn't want to have another fish that slipped through the net. After a few years or even hundreds of years, they will come to her to seek revenge. Those guys who only hide in the dark and throw cold arrows are really disgusting.

Qu Lang responded tremblingly. Thinking of another headache, he bit his head and said: "My Lord, Venerable Hanxi and Yu Shao have met, and they are still and are aiming at each other."

More than just aiming at each other, that posture just wanted to kill each other, of course he was talking about Venerable Hanxi. On the contrary, it is Yu Shao, who always retreats to Venerable Hanxi's behavior, but occasionally takes action.

However, these two are noble and have many subordinates. Once they fight, no one dares to intervene at will.