Immortal Voices Chapter 938: Widowed
The departure of the last deceased that year made Rong Xian's mood worse.
Cangtian considered the words and cautiously said: "Go and play in Hopeless Forest? That cat should become the Demon King."
Cats are so cute, and more ** can reduce stress.
Rong Xian tilted her head and said purely: "What you said makes sense, I will go to the southern barren continent. But now I am a little bit eager to meet my acquaintance to soothe my emotions"
Cang Tian: Is it an illusion? Why do you always feel that you are waiting for me to say this.
Before Rong Xian left, she turned towards the space ahead and said: "Master of anger, I will go first. If Master is free, don't forget to come to Rongguo, I invite you to drink."
After that, with a wave of her long sleeves, she disappeared into stars.
After Rong Xian left, the space in front of him fluctuated, and the figure of Master Wu Gu appeared from the space.
He bowed his head and said the Buddha's name, and then he was speechless: "Let's not mention the fact that you invited the monk to drink. It's not authentic. You just called the name wrong."
Poor monks are innocent, not anger. The predecessors are already old, and the poor monks are still young.
He turned around and went back to the place where he was stationed, and continued to recite the Buddha cross-legged, feeling blessed in his heart.
Fortunately, Emperor Xu did not cause trouble, otherwise the West Antarctica would be uneasy.
After leaving, Rong Xian did not go to the southern barren continent, but followed that trace of induction to the Wuxinzong headquarters.
Wuxinzong headquarters is a blessed place that Ji Shu snatched from Buddhism. For this, it has offended Buddhism to death and became a thorn in the eyes of Buddhism.
For this reason, Buddhism didn't even care about the others, and just followed Wuxinzong to death.
Rong Xian is happy to see it happen.
She stood outside Wuxinzong, a barren mountain towering into the clouds. Except for the vegetation, there are some hares and birds on the barren mountains, and there are no spiritual things.
But this is only the scenery seen in the eyes of mortals. In Rong Xian's view, this is a towering fairy mountain, with auspicious clouds on the side of the mountain, and occasionally white cranes flapping their wings.
Rong Xian is not in a hurry to go in, she sets her eyes on a corner not far away, and says calmly: "Come out."
A dark shadow turned into a stream of light and fell in front of Rong Xian, dressed in black, with a simple face, he knelt down on one knee and respectfully said: "Worship your Majesty."
Rong Xian raised her chin, and this person stood up knowingly.
"Are there any interesting stories about Wuxin Sect and Buddha Sect?" Rong Xian asked straightforwardly. She glanced across the face of the person, and at a glance she could see that this was a disguise.
But the breath is familiar.
The corner of Si Si Shi’s mouth twitched, and he immediately replied: "Buddha has destroyed the ten marriage temples of Wuxinzong, and Wuxinzong persuaded the disciples of the ten temples of Wuxinzong to return to the vulgar."
When Rong Xian heard this, she was shocked as a heavenly man, and exclaimed in her tone: "Wu Xin Zong has such talents and can persuade those stubborn little monks."
When she was in West Antarctica for so long, it was others who persuaded her to become a monk. Those monks are very stubborn, and Wanshi likes to testify freely. You can't convince them with reason at all.
Nowadays, the people of Wuxinzong can make the monks of ten temples return to the vulgarity in one fell swoop, which is really excellent.
Such a talent, I must dig it back for her.
Visit Si Si Shi, smiled and said dryly: "The Wuxin Sect was not able to do anything. But that day, the strong men of Wuxin Sect used their fists to defend their thoughts in a rage. Only then did I find it convenient to use my fist to reason things, and only then did the monks of the ten temples return to the vulgar."
After a pause, he also made a thoughtful summary: "After they encountered things related to Buddhism, they all liked to reason with each other in their own way."
After listening, Rong Xian didn't feel that there was a problem with the other party's reasoning with her fist. After all, she has always been a leader in practicing this truth.
Rong Xian pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, and said in a subtle tone: "I was frightened. I really thought someone had a lot of tongues to such a terrifying state. He gave me something that I couldn't even do. It's done."
After a pause, she realized that this sentence seemed to expose her lack of confidence, so she added a supplementary sentence: "I just think that Rong Guo does not have such talents. If there is such a talent in Wuxinzong, I I'm going to sleep and eat."
Visit Sisi Shi: "..." After you add one more sentence, the smell of #此地无银三百两# is instantly there.
When Rong Xian got the news he wanted to know, he waved his hand, visited Si Si Shi, and turned around to leave.
"The style of this season's book is as rough as ever." Rong Xian said with emotion.
There is no slight fluctuation in Cangtian's tone: "Aren't you also taught by him?"
Everyone is half a catty, don't disagree with anyone.
Rong Xian said sincerely and earnestly: "What you said is that I and the teacher are in the same line, and I should respect the teacher and respect the way."
Fifteen thousand years ago, she half-dead Ji Shukeng, if it weren't for the backhand left in the Jade Demon Prison at that time, he took Ji Shu to Xiaoqianjie, and he was afraid that his life would be lost.
After being rescued by Ji Shu back to Wuxinya more than a thousand years ago, because there is no memory of the past, I fought with Ji Shu, the teacher all day, to death and death. When it soared, it was intercepted and dropped into the Demon Prison.
I heard that Ji Shu was miserable in the Middle Thousand Realms because of the absence of the Jade Demon Prison, and he died once.
It is equivalent to saying that Ji Shu helped her several times when she was in difficulty.
Thinking of this, Rong Xian's face is not red, and his heart is not beating: "Ji Shu is a good person. He has taken care of me since I was a child. I want him to be my teacher for the rest of my life."
Cang Tian: Read it as a teacher.
Looking back on the days when he had a serious relationship with Ji Shuzun, Rong Xian thought that he must also miss herself. After all, she is the only apprentice of the respect.
Rong Xian walked towards Wuxinzong without a trace in her mind, her footsteps briskly.
There have been many disciples in the sect. Unity was once the dress of Xiaoqianjie. The collar, placket, sleeves, and hem are embroidered with beautiful and delicate moongrass. The walk is elegant and free. This is the book of the season. This set of things that were only made for Geying's old opponent back then, I didn't expect to be reorganized in Zhongqianjie.
Rong Xian looked around with a nostalgic look, and she had the illusion that she was still on Wuxin Cliff.
The clothes on her body were gradually infested with black, and the moongrass patterns outlined by silver silk threads were reflected on her clothes. The strange thing was that no one of the disciples who came and went around noticed her existence.
Rong Xian just walked all the way to the innermost palace, her mind moved slightly, and a trace of breath leaked out.
In the hall, Ji Shu, who was practicing at ease, suddenly woke up from the retreat.
He didn't open his eyes, and subconsciously said: "Dead girl, want to attack me again..."
Before he finished his words, he remembered that this was no longer the time to be in Wuxinya. Time had passed too long, too long.
Ji Shu suddenly gave birth to a trace of melancholy.
"Teacher, I walked across the mountains and rivers to see you, do you miss me that way?" Rong Xian's voice came.
A star flickered before Ji wrote, and Rong Xian's figure condensed in front of him.
She looked around, and walked to the small table below to sit down, her mouth slightly tilted, and she was in a good mood.
She knows how to say: "Look at what you built this blessed place is very similar to Wuxin Cliff, and I will understand what you just said after thinking about it."
Ji Shu: "...What do you understand?"
Rong Xian supported her cheek, and said solemnly: "You miss your disciple, the teacher must not be shy, the disciple will not laugh at you as a lonely old man now."
"I am a lonely old man? A joke!" Ji Shu almost didn't jump up when he was stabbed by these words, "I have thousands of disciples under my sect, and each respects the teacher and respects the teacher, is filial and lovely, how can you die girl understand."
Rong Xian's black robe and brocade clothes, Gu Pan, has a splendid and extraordinary attitude: "I don't understand. After all, I am still young, powerful and powerful. If the teacher is willing, I am willing too. I took you home to take care of me."
Ji Shu: "..." The purpose of your sudden appearance today is not to invite me back, right?
It sounds good. When I get to your site, I'm afraid I will have to live and die.
Everyone has been calculating each other for hundreds of years, and no one knows who.
Seeing that Ji Shu was silent, Rong Xian pondered his remarks, and felt that his attitude might be not sincere, which made the teacher hesitate.
So she said sincerely: "After the teacher goes back with me, I will not be stingy to entertain you in colorful clothes, and I will definitely let you take care of your life."
Ji Shumu said with a face: "Just talk, don't intimidate me."
Also entertain your relatives in colorful clothes, and enjoy your life? Are you telling a ghost story?
Rong Xian paused and sighed: "I'm telling the truth. The teacher must be able to hear it. I haven't seen it for many years. I don't think the teacher will hit me casually at this time, right?"
Ji Shu silently took back the magic weapon in his hand, and got used to fighting with his heart. This subconscious behavior was really carved into his soul.