Immortal Voices

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The departure of the last old friend that year made Rong Xian's mood worsen.

Cangtian considered the words and said cautiously: "Do you want to go to the Hopeless Forest? That cat should become the Demon King."

Cats are so cute and can help relieve stress.

Rong Xian tilted her head and said innocently: "What you said makes sense. I will go to the Southern Wilderness Continent. But now I am a little eager to see my old friends to calm down my mood."

Cangtian: Is it an illusion? Why do I always feel like you are just waiting for me to say this?

Before Rong Xian left, she said to the space in front of her: "Master Jie'an, I'm leaving first. If master has some free time, don't forget to come to Rong Country. I'll treat you to a drink."

After saying that, she waved her long sleeves and her whole body turned into starlight and disappeared.

After Rong Xian left, the space in front of him fluctuated, and the figure of Master Wugou emerged from the space.

He lowered his head and said the Buddha's name, and then said speechlessly: "Let's not mention the unreasonableness of you inviting the monk to drink. Just the name you called him was wrong."

Being a poor monk without impurity does not mean abstaining from anger. Those of the Jie generation are already seniors, but the humble monk is still young.

He turned around and returned to the place where he was stationed, and continued to cross his legs and recite the Buddha's name, feeling happy in his heart.

Fortunately, Emperor Xu did not cause trouble, otherwise the West Antarctic Continent would have been uneasy.

After Rong Xian left, she did not go to the Southern Wilderness Continent, but followed that trace of induction to the Wuxin Sect headquarters.

The headquarters of Wuxin Sect is a blessed place that Ji Shu snatched from Fo Sect. For this reason, he offended Fo Sect to death and became a thorn in Fo Sect's side.

For this reason, the Buddha Sect didn't even care about anyone else, and only followed the Wuxin Sect to fight to the death.

Rong Xian is happy to see this happen.

She stood outside Wuxin Sect, a barren mountain towering into the clouds. Apart from the grass and trees on the barren mountain, there are only some hares and birds, and there is nothing remotely spiritual.

But this is only a scenery seen by mortal eyes. In Rong Xian's view, this is a fairy mountain towering into the clouds. There are auspicious clouds on the mountainside of the fairy mountain, and occasionally white cranes flutter their wings.

Rong Xian was not in a hurry to go in. Her eyes fell on a corner not far away and said calmly: "Come out."

A black shadow turned into a stream of light and fell in front of Rong Xian. He was dressed in black and had a simple face. He knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Greetings to your Majesty."

Rong Xian raised his chin, and the man stood up knowingly.

"Are there any interesting stories about the Wuxin Sect and the Buddha Sect recently?" Rong Xian asked bluntly. Her eyes ran across the face of this man, and she could tell at a glance that he was disguised.

But this breath is somewhat familiar.

The sexton's mouth twitched and he immediately replied: "The Buddha Sect destroyed ten marriage temples of the Wuxin Sect, and the Wuxin Sect persuaded the disciples of the ten temples of the Buddha Sect to return to secular life."

When Rong Xian heard this, she was immediately shocked and exclaimed in a tone of admiration: "Wuxin Sect has such talents who can convince those stubborn young monks."

When she was in West Antarctica for so long, others persuaded her to become a monk. Those monks are very stubborn and like to freely prove everything. You can't convince them with reason at all.

Nowadays, people from the Wuxin Sect can actually turn monks from ten temples back to secular life in one fell swoop. This is really outstanding.

Such a talent must be poached back to help her through fire and water.

The Secretary of the Visiting Department smiled and said calmly: "Wuxin Sect had nothing to do originally. But that day, the strong men of Wuxin Sect used their fists to defend their thoughts in anger, and then they discovered that they could use It is very convenient to reason with fists, which is why the monks from the ten temples later returned to secular life."

After a pause, he thoughtfully concluded: "After that, when they encounter matters related to Buddhism, they all like to use their own way to reason with each other."

After Rong Xian listened, she didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party using her fists to reason. After all, she had always been a leader in practicing this truth.

Rong Xian pretended to be relieved and said in a subtle tone: "I was shocked. I really thought that someone could reach such a terrifying state with his tongue full of flowers. He could do something that even I couldn't do." .”

After a pause, she realized that this sentence seemed to expose her lack of confidence, so she added a superfluous sentence: "I just think that Rongguo doesn't have such talents. If Wuxin Sect does, I will sleep and eat." It’s uneasy.”

Looking at the sexton: "..." After you added one more sentence, it instantly felt like #This Place No Silver Three Hundred Liang#.

After Rong Xian got the news she wanted to know, she waved her hand, looked at the sexton, bowed her head and turned to leave.

"Ji Shu's acting style this year is as rough as ever." Rong Xian sighed inwardly.

Cangtian's tone did not waver at all: "Didn't you also learn from him?"

Everyone is equal, so don’t blame anyone.

Rong Xian said sincerely: "What you said is that the teacher and I share the same blood, and I must respect the teacher."

Fifteen thousand years ago, she tricked Ji Shu half to death. If she hadn't activated the backhand she left behind in the Biyan Demon Prison and took Ji Shu to the Small Thousand Realm, he might have died.

After being rescued by Ji Shu and brought back to Wuxinya more than a thousand years ago, because he had no memory of the past, he fought with Ji Shu, the teacher, all day long to the death. He even intercepted the Biyan Demon Prison when he ascended.

I heard that because of the absence of the Biyan Demon Prison, Ji Shu had a miserable life in the Zhongqian Realm and even died once.

It means that Ji Shu helped her several times when she was in trouble.

Thinking of this, Rong Xian's face did not turn red and her heart stopped beating: "Ji Shu is a good man and has taken great care of me since I was a child. I want him to be my teacher for the rest of my life."

Cang Tian: Let’s read it as teacher.

Looking back on the days when she and Ji Shu respected their master, Rong Xian thought that his master must also be thinking of her. After all, she was his only disciple.

Rong Xian walked towards the Wuxin Sect without any hesitation, her steps were very brisk.

There are already many disciples in the sect, all of whom are dressed in the style of Xiaoqianjie. Their collars, lapels, sleeves, and hems are all embroidered with beautiful and delicate moonlight grass. They walk elegantly and freely. This is what Ji Shu did for Diaphragm back then. This set of things was only created by his old enemy, but unexpectedly it was created again in the Zhongqian Realm.

Rong Xian looked around with a nostalgic look, and had the illusion that she was still at Wuxinya.

The clothes on her body were gradually infected by black, and the moonlight grass patterns outlined by silver threads on the clothes were reflected. The strange thing was that no one of the disciples coming and going around noticed her presence.

Rong Xian walked all the way to the innermost palace. Her mind moved slightly and a trace of her breath leaked out.

In the hall, Ji Shu, who was practicing peacefully, suddenly woke up from his retreat.

Without opening his eyes, he subconsciously said: "Damn girl, you want to attack me again..."

Before he finished speaking, he remembered that this was no longer the time at Wuxinya. Too much time had passed.

Ji Shu suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

"Teacher, I traveled across mountains and rivers to see you. Do you really miss me that much?" Rong Xian's voice came.

A starlight flickered in front of Ji Shu, and Rong Xian's figure condensed in front of him.

She looked around, then walked up to the small table below and sat down. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, showing that she was in a very good mood.

She understood and said: "Seeing that you built this blessed land to be very similar to Wuxin Cliff, and then think about what you just said, I will understand."

Ji Shu: "...What do you understand?"

Rong Xian held her cheek and said seriously: "You miss me, my disciple. Teacher, don't be shy. Your disciple will not laugh at you for being a lonely old man now."

"I am a lonely old man? What a joke!" Ji Shu was so stung by these words that he almost jumped up. "I have thousands of disciples, and they are all respectful, filial and lovely. How can a **** girl like you understand that?"

Rong Xian was wearing black robes and brocade clothes, looking at Pan Yeran, with an extraordinary demeanor: "I don't understand. After all, I am still young, powerful and have a family. If the teacher is willing, I will also be willing to take you back." Family support."

Ji Shu: "..." Isn't the purpose of your sudden appearance today not to invite me back?

That sounds nice, but when I get to your territory, I may not be able to control my life or death.

Everyone has been plotting against each other for hundreds of years, and no one knows who is who.

Seeing that Ji Shu was silent, Rong Xian thought about her words and felt that her attitude might not be sincere, which made the teacher hesitate.

So she said sincerely: "Teacher, after I come back with you, I will not be stingy about treating you with colorful clothes and kisses. I will definitely let you live a long life."

Ji Shu said with a wooden face: "Just say what you say, don't threaten me."

Are you still wearing colorful clothes to entertain your relatives and take care of yourself? Are you telling a ghost story?

Rong Xian paused and sighed: "What I said is the truth. The teacher must be able to hear it. And we haven't seen each other for many years. I don't think the teacher will just beat me now, right?"

Ji Shu silently took the magic weapon back in his hand. He was used to fighting with Xi Xin. This subconscious behavior was really engraved in his soul.