After the rebirth, the national teacher became popular with metaphysics

A peaceful, even intimate meal.

The warm yellow light that wasn't dazzling at all shone from overhead, Rong Jing watched her aunt come up to take away the used bowls and chopsticks, and belatedly felt a sense of exhaustion creeping up.

Maybe it's because of the carton of mellow milk in the car.

Or maybe it's because the feeling of "home" is too soft and relaxed.

Rong Jing sat on her seat, her eyelashes slightly lowered.

The fingertips were lifted up and kneaded gently and slowly.

Rong Jing could feel those subtle and clear touches coming from her hands, and could feel the strength of the other party's kneading.

It's just that he suddenly didn't want to open his eyes.

The tiger's mouth was suddenly rubbed.

On the warm fingertips was a layer of rough calluses left by too much brushing, and the delicate and thin skin was slightly flushed.

His fingers were filled again.

The other party seemed to be aware of his tacit attitude, and after a few seconds, the fingers were clasped together, and then slowly released.

The cool air that suddenly emptied made Rong Jing move her fingers involuntarily.

Then someone grabbed the wrist and stroked the most vigorous and fragile pulse on it.

Calm and regular, Xie Xuanqing felt the presence of Rong Jing's life coming from under his fingertips, and couldn't help holding his hand, and kissed it lightly.

Refreshing, with a warm breath, fleeting.

"Mister is tired." Xie Xuan said lightly.

Rong Jing gently opened her eyes, only then did she notice that she did not know when she actually relaxed her breathing.

Responding with a slow "Yes", Rong Jing didn't look up at him, but stood up calmly, but the wrist was still held by the other party.

The warm and dry fingertips were rubbing gently on it, and before Rong Jing could withdraw his hand, Xie Xuanqing had already stood up, standing with Rong Jing in this posture.

"Go up to rest?" Xie Xuan lightly looked down at Rong Jing and asked with a smile.

Rong Jing glanced at him, but pulled her wrist out of his hand.

Xie Xuanqing paused for a moment, before he could say anything else, the slender and thin palm that he held and kneaded in his hand suddenly turned around and grabbed his palm.

Rong Jing said lightly: "Let's go."

Although the hand that Xie Xuanqing was holding was a bit awkward due to the position of the two of them now, but——

This is the first time his husband has taken the initiative to hold his hand!

The founding emperor of Dazhao who ruled the world by life and death in his last life, and Master Xie, who is also known as the evil god of the business world with an iron fist in this life, has a rare short-circuited mind.

After reacting for two seconds, Xie Xuanqing managed to slightly control the smile on his lips, and replied, "Okay."

Going upstairs with such an awkward posture, Xie Xuanqing was still a little dissatisfied when he walked to the door of the room.

But Rong Jing's brows and eyes have faintly revealed a trace of exhaustion——

That's right, even if his husband's cultivation base is much higher than that of ordinary celestial masters, but with such a technique, just looking at the reactions of those officials and the conditions of the victims such as Lin Yihong, he knows that he wants to keep his fate intact. Integrating back without any defect will require a huge amount of spiritual power and energy.

Sighing softly in his heart, Xie Xuanqing only hoped that Rong Jing would really listen to what he said today, and take a little more care of himself when doing things in the future.

The strength on the wrist dissipated.

With a "click", Rong Jing held the doorknob of her room and opened the door a gap.

He didn't know what he was thinking of, but he didn't go directly into the room, but raised his eyes subconsciously, and glanced at Xie Xuanqing beside him.

Xie Xuanqing also came back to his senses, with a smile on his face: "Then, good night... sir."

"En." Rong Jing replied lightly, but still did not leave.

Patriarch Xie had a rare flash of doubt in his eyes, and the next second, a cool breath fell on his lips.

The silver-white long hair is soft, bright and bright. At this time, when it is enlarged and reflected in the eyes, it is even more ethereal and gorgeous like the Milky Way.

Xie Xuanqing's pupils shrunk slightly, his muscles tensed unconsciously, and his whole body froze in place. He could only watch Rong Jing retreat slowly, and said with lowered eyelashes, "...good night."

The door closed in front of him, and the bright moon disappeared behind the clouds.

Xie Xuanqing stood in front of Rong Jing's room door for a while, raised his hand to gently wipe his lips, and then laughed softly.

Although he didn't see it too clearly because the speed was too fast, but when his husband just returned to the room... Did his ears turn red?

Xie Xuanqing thought of this, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Rong Jing returned to the room, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably for a while.

Subconsciously running her spiritual power to calm down, Rong Jing thought of the kiss she had just dropped on Xie Xuanqing's lips as if by accident, and couldn't help but squeeze her thin lips tightly.

Then in the next second, he realized that the breath that belonged to Xie Xuanqing's lips had just touched his lips, and the red color on the tips of his ears spread more and more.

It's just a common behavior between lovers... Xie Xuanqing shouldn't care.

Thinking this way, Rong Jing took another breath, then found out a change of clothes, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Foggy water vapor rose in the large bathroom, blurring the bright mirror on the sink not far away.

After taking a shower, Rong Jing grabbed her wet long hair in her hands, and when she passed by the mirror, she subconsciously reached out and wiped it.

A delicate and cold face was reflected in the mirror, Rong Jing blinked, and the person in the mirror also blinked slightly.

Because he had just taken a bath, his skin, which was as cold and white as porcelain, now had a layer of moist powder, which melted away the coldness that was far away from the world.

As if thinking of something, those amber eyes were like the snow-capped mountains in early spring, melting with the color of water.

Between lovers... it seems that there is more than just kissing?

Rong Jing inexplicably thought of this question in his mind, and then he subconsciously suppressed it.

Sure enough, I was still too tired.

Frowning, Rong Jing didn't look in the mirror anymore, but walked out of the bathroom.

After drying her wet long hair, Rong Jing turned off the light in front of the bed.

The quilt was soft and warm, Rong Jing grasped the edge of the quilt with her fingertips, and slowly closed her eyelashes.

Messy and colorful dreams.Moist flowers and leaves bloom in the night.

Early the next morning, Rong Jing frowned and leaned against the head of the bed, with a look of confusion in her sleep.

Although he has a cold temperament, he is not completely ignorant of human affairs, and even among the teachers, he has mentioned it in the past.

But this feeling... It was indeed the first time Rong Guoshi felt it clearly.

Some are strange, and some are unreasonably embarrassing.

Pursing her lips, Rong Jing went to the bathroom to wash up again, changed her clothes, and then slowly opened the door and went downstairs.

Since I said I would invite General Lin, Mrs. Wen and others to come over today, the family should naturally prepare for it.

The kitchen was busy early in the morning. Steward Chen had been at Xie's villa for so many years, and it was rare to meet Xie Xuanqing, and it was even rarer to hold a banquet in the villa. The servants cleaned the already spotless house.

The servants who passed by hurriedly walked, with smiles on their faces as if they were celebrating the New Year.

When they saw Rong Jing, they stopped and greeted Rong Jing respectfully.

"Mr. Rong."

Although it has not been stated clearly, everyone can see the relationship between the two male masters in the family.

Just thinking of Rong Jing's own identity and aura, the servants didn't feel that Rong Jing came for Xie Xuanqing's money, and treated him with the same respect.

Even because Rong Jing looked cold, but he was actually not picky, the servants liked dealing with him more than the real Master Xie.

——Who told Patriarch Xie to always have an extremely stern look when facing people other than Rong Jing?

Rong Jing met their gazes, paused for a moment, and then nodded slightly, as a response.

When Rong Jing washed up again, Xie Xuanqing had already got up and went downstairs.

He had just finished dealing with the affairs at Xie's headquarters sent by Yue Feng this morning, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and saw a tall and tall figure standing on the stairs.

The hair that had always been loose was suddenly tied back, and a strand of untucked hair hung down from the sideburns, making that cold jade-like face even more delicate and beautiful.

Amber eyes are always calm and indifferent, Xie Xuan lightly raised his head to meet Rong Jing's gaze, just about to call out Mr., when Rong Jing silently and quickly looked away.

Patriarch Xie who didn't know what was going on: "...?"

Sir, are you still shy about that kiss last night?

It doesn't look like it.

But a mature boyfriend will not easily bring the topic to this aspect at this time.

Xie Xuanqing put down the document in his hand, and then called softly: "Sir."

Seeing his calm demeanor, Rong Jing calmed down inexplicably.

Nodding slightly with cold eyebrows, Rong Jing sat on the sofa opposite Xie Xuanqing, raised her hand and took the freshly brewed black tea handed over by Butler Chen.

The mellow and sweet tea fragrance lingered on the tip of her tongue, Rong Jing lowered her head and took another sip of the tea, and heard Steward Chen ask with concern: "Mr. Rong didn't sleep well last night?"

"Cough!" With a light cough, Rong Guoshi was rarely glad that he had swallowed the tea, otherwise...

He was extremely handsome, and even when he frowned and coughed lightly, he still gave people a strange sense of beauty.

Xie Xuanqing had already looked up at Rong Jing's face when Steward Chen casually asked that question. Seeing his behavior at this time, Xie Xuanqing frowned slightly.

And the housekeeper at the side observed Rong Jing's expression in a daze and nervously: "...Do you need to call a doctor?"

Rong Jing: "...No need."

Out of the corner of her eye, she met Xie Xuanqing's gaze, Rong Jing recalled the dream last night, and couldn't help but: "..."

In fact, it was not an overly charming dream, but combined with what happened this morning, Rong Guoshi still felt a little inexplicably awkward when he saw Xie Xuanqing's face that appeared in his dream.

Coldly taking back the corner of the eye, Rong Jing said to Chen Butler who was still looking at him: "I didn't sleep well."

To be precise, I slept well, but there was an accident in the morning.

Butler Chen: "Oh."

He also asked casually, and then continued to arrange the preparations for the afternoon banquet.

"What do you want to eat in the morning, sir?" The kitchen is busy with the banquet in the afternoon, and Xie Xuanqing can cook some simple dishes. At this time, after thinking about it, he asked, "Noodle soup?"

Rong Guoshi was in a state of confusion at this time, although he maintained a very calm expression on his face, he was actually a little distracted.

Hearing Xie Xuanqing's question at this moment, he nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

Xie Xuanqing naturally also saw his absence, and a dark color flashed in his eyes.

Last night... what happened?

But his husband didn't want to say it, and Xie Xuan lightly didn't ask.

After getting up and putting the documents back in the study, Xie Xuanqing rolled up his sleeves and went downstairs, then went to the kitchen.

The chef was processing the fresh ingredients needed in the afternoon. Seeing Xie Xuanqing come in at this time, he was still a little panicked: "... Patriarch?"

"En." Xie Xuan responded lightly, and then asked, "Is there any chicken soup?"

Chef: "Yes, it is. It was boiled just this morning, but it is not very hot now."

"fine."

It was said to be a simple bowl of noodle soup, but in the end Xie Xuanqing, under the guidance of the chef who stuttered, fried an extremely round and beautiful poached egg, which was buried under the chicken noodle soup.

The fresh and tender green vegetables will be broken as soon as you pinch them. After rolling a few times in the chicken soup with noodles, they can be picked out together with the noodles.

The delicious smell immediately permeated, Xie Xuan lightly sprinkled some chopped green onion on the face, then pulled out a pair of chopsticks, and took it out with a calm expression.

chef:"……"

There is a saying that he has never dared to say. In fact, there are quite a lot of people in the kitchen. Although he is the only chef, the other cooking assistants are not bad. It only takes a few minutes to make a bowl of noodle soup, and Xie Xuan is not needed. The old man will make it himself.

But when Master Xie was doing things, his eyebrows and eyes were still stern and solemn. The chef hesitated for a long time, but he still didn't say this.

...Anyway, the Patriarch also made this for Mr. Rong.

It can only be said that the chef's guess was not wrong, Xie Xuanqing put the prepared noodle soup on the dining table, and greeted Rong Jing.

"gentlemen."

The deep voice was gentle and magnetic, Rong Jing followed the sound, and saw Xie Xuan lightly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the smooth and distinct muscle lines on his arms.

"Breakfast." Xie Xuan lightly saw that Rong Jing had regained his senses, and smiled at him again.

The sternness condensed when facing outsiders melted away unconsciously, Rong Jing looked at the faint smile on his lips, and after a long time, she responded.

"Ah."

The noodles just out of the pan were a bit hot, and Xie Xuanqing's craftsmanship was mediocre.

As soon as the noodles were in the mouth, Rong Jing tasted that the taste was different from what the chef made, as if she couldn't control the heat, it was cooked a little too soft.

But the taste is still very much in line with his taste.

The fresh and sweet chicken soup is the base, and even the green vegetables are his favorite.

After Rong Jing took a sip, she heard Xie Xuanqing asking beside him, "How do you like the taste, sir?"

With her slender and strong palms resting on the dining table, Rong Jing lowered her eyes and could see the red marks left by being scalded because she was not very familiar with the action of cooking noodles.

It has spread to the position of the tiger's mouth.

"Sir?" With the palm back, Xie Xuanqing sat down beside him, staring at him with dark eyes, even looking a little nervous.

Rong Jing turned her head and looked at him quietly for a few seconds, until she felt a little guilty when she looked at Xie Xuanqing, so he looked away, lowered his head and took another sip of the noodle soup.

"Well, it tastes good."

Xie Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "It's good that you don't dislike it, sir."

The poached eggs under the bowl were turned upside down, soaked in fresh and thick soup.

It's just that no matter how much Xie Xuanqing feels that he has learned the truth from the chef, the fried poached eggs are still not as regular as the chef's.

But... the taste is ok.

Master Rong tasted it to save face, and finished a bowl of noodles in a leisurely manner.

Steward Chen came up to take the bowls and chopsticks away with a wink, and just about to turn around, he heard Rong Jing call him: "Butler Chen."

"?" Butler Chen lowered his head in doubt, "Mr. Rong, did you call me?"

"En." Rong Jing responded lightly, her light eyes slowly gliding across the palm of Xie Xuanqing's casually resting hand on her knee, and she still said, "Is there any burn ointment at home?"

Xie Xuanqing was also a little confused about the reason why he called Steward Chen, but when he heard his question, he was taken aback.

If it was said that he didn't put the burned finger in front of Rong Jing on purpose, Xie Xuanqing probably wouldn't believe it himself.

But he just wanted to show it in front of his husband, but he didn't expect Rong Jing to take it seriously.

Chen Butler agreed after Rong Jing's inquiry, and after taking the bowls and chopsticks in his hand to the kitchen, he went to find the small medicine box at home, and brought over the always-prepared burn ointment.

He glanced at Xie Xuanqing's hand lightly, but Chen Butler handed the scald ointment to Rong Jing's hand.

Rong Jing didn't mind, took the burn ointment, and said lightly to Xie Xuan, "Hand."

Patriarch Xie obediently passed his hand over.

He rinsed it with cold water when he was scalded, and after a while, the redness of the burn seemed to be a little darker, but in fact it didn't hurt much anymore.

Rong Jing opened the lid of the scald ointment, dipped some pale pink ointment on her fingertips, and then gently pushed it away on Xie Xuanqing's fingertips and the tiger's mouth.

The temperature of the scalded area was high, but the burn ointment was cool.

The slender and soft fingertips brushed against the fingertips and the tiger's mouth, and the fabric of the hanging cuffs rubbed against the sensitive palm.

And hot and cool.

The last bit of red skin was smeared with scald ointment, Xie Xuanqing subconsciously wanted to curl up his fingertips, but Rong Jing gently pressed the movement.

He couldn't help but raise his eyes, and saw Rong Jing return the burn ointment to Butler Chen.

"Next time..." Rong Jing said lightly, Xie Xuan sat up straight and looked at him.

"Remember to be careful." Rong Jing said.

Patriarch Xie: "...um."

In fact, Rong Jing originally wanted to say that the chef should come in in the future, but he glanced at Xie Xuanqing's nervous expression when he looked at him, and finally changed the words he was about to say.

It's just that after such a delay, Rong Jing's previous awkward mood has dissipated a lot.

He glanced at Xie Xuan's hand that was lightly stained with burn ointment, thought for a while, and with a movement of his fingertips, a pale golden rune appeared on his hand.

Qingqian's spiritual power came along with the summoning, hovering and merging into Xie Xuanqing's body.

The black bead on his wrist shone slightly, and absorbed all the remaining aura into it.

Xie Xuanqing couldn't see the rune in Rong Jing's hand, but he could feel the faint tingling from his fingertips, which was slowly fading away under the inexplicable warm coolness.

"It's troublesome again, sir." Sighing helplessly, Xie Xuanqing lowered his brows and eyes, looking a little aggrieved and annoyed.

Rong Jing: "...it's nothing."

Replying such a sentence lightly, he finally continued to slowly integrate the aura in Xie Xuanqing's hand into Xie Xuanqing's hand.

It wasn't until the burn marks on it faded to the point that it was barely visible that he stopped and took his hand back.

Xie Xuan moved his fingers lightly, and could feel that the burn was almost healed.

The scald ointment applied earlier seemed to be of no use, but... Xie Xuan smiled lightly, but still did not wipe off the scald ointment that Rong Jing had applied to him.

Just like this, he signed the documents for two or three hours with a pen in his hands, and there was a noise outside the door, Zhou Songyun and others had arrived.

Said it was a banquet, but not many people came.Xie Xuanqing didn't intend to invite many people over.

In just a few hours, the living room has been remodeled by Chen Butler and Xie's servants who are highly professional.

The crystal chandeliers are bright and luxurious, and the exquisite buffet tables are placed randomly, but with an inexplicable style.

Desserts, drinks, and staple food are served on top, with dozens of chairs standing beside them, and soft pure music is playing from the gramophone.

Xie Xuanqing changed his clothes and went downstairs, and this was what he saw.

"..." Steward Chen and the others have been idle for how long?

Such a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, Xie Xuanqing greeted him with a stern expression, and greeted Zhou Songyun who was walking in the front.

"Captain Zhou."

"Thank you, Master."

This is not the first time Zhou Songyun has come to Xie's villa.

But maybe the purpose of coming here today is different, or maybe the scene he saw yesterday made him finally realize the relationship between Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing, so his mood now is not the same as before, but rather complicated.

And when facing Xie Xuanqing himself, this kind of subtle and complicated mood grew wantonly.

After greeting Xie Xuan lightly, Zhou Songyun saw Rong Jing coming down the stairs.

The silver-white long hair was rarely tied up, revealing that extremely handsome and cold delicate face.

The clothes he was wearing during this period were also matched by Housekeeper Chen himself, and the sharp and smooth tailoring completely outlined his slender and beautiful figure.

Broad shoulders, thin waist, narrow hips, long legs.

It is clearly not modified deliberately, but it carries an extreme sex appeal that transcends gender.

Zhou Songyun only glanced at it before turning his head away. Xie Xuanqing was holding a glass of champagne in his hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw this.

In the next second, he turned around with the cup in his hand, and walked towards Rong Jing who was not far away.

Gently smoothing out the invisible crease on the opponent's collar, Xie Xuan said lightly: "Captain Zhou and the others are here."

Rong Jing saw Zhou Songyun's presence when she went downstairs, and when she heard Xie Xuanqing's words, she also turned her head slightly, and nodded lightly at Zhou Songyun: "Captain Zhou."

He and Xie Xuanqing stood together, their shoulders were almost close together, so close that it didn't seem like the distance between friends.

Zhou Songyun's eyes swept over them, and then he replied calmly: "Master Rong Tian."

This time, besides Zhou Songyun, the people who came here also included Long Tianshi and Yuankong Master.

Because of the talisman formations and even notes given by Rong Jing earlier that can help their cultivation, Long Tianshi and others have been in retreat during this period of time.

It wasn't until Rong Jing successfully returned the victim's fate yesterday that the magic power used was too powerful and the sense of existence was too clear, and Long Tianshi and others regained consciousness from the retreat.

After knowing the ins and outs of the matter from Zhou Songyun, Long Tianshi and the others felt a little regretful that they did not see Rong Jing's reintegration of fate into Lin Yihong and others, but they couldn't help admiring Rong Jing's methods. .

So after hearing that General Lin and others would come to Xie's villa today, Long Tianshi and others also followed.

At this time, she watched the interaction between Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing, and a narrow smile appeared on her soft face.

"Master Rong Tian." She walked over, looked at Rong Jing's expression, and then smiled, "Your complexion seems to have recovered well, thank you Patriarch for your intentions."

Rong Jing: "...?"

For a moment, she couldn't figure out the meaning of Long Tianshi's words, Rong Jing frowned, but still responded: "En."

He is so calm, on the contrary, it makes Long Tianshi feel uncomfortable.

Raising the wine glass in his hand, Long Tianshi looked at Xie Xuanqing who was at the side again, and said, "Come here uninvited, please don't be offended by Patriarch Xie."

"Everyone who comes is a guest. What's more, Tianshi Long has a close relationship with my husband, so he is naturally a distinguished guest, so how can you take offense?" Xie Xuanqing clinked glasses with her, and replied calmly.

Long Tianshi slightly hooked his red lips, and also smiled.

After joking a few words, General Lin and the others also arrived.

Lin Yihong and Wen Shize were in a coma for a long time, and they just woke up yesterday. Logically speaking, it will take some time for rehabilitation before they can get up from the hospital bed.

But maybe it was the effect of the soul-nourishing spell left by Rong Jing yesterday and the effect of spiritual temperature nourishment. Although they still looked a little weak today, they all got off the bed smoothly.

General Lin and Lin Yihong obviously attached great importance to today's meeting with Rong Jing.

Although they made gestures of gratitude yesterday, they were still dazzled by joy and did not really express their importance to Rong Jing.

So when they came here today, General Lin and the others put a lot of emphasis on dressing up.

A very delicate and tough medal was hung on the straight military uniform. Lin Yihong, who was also in military uniform, stretched out his hand to support his astonishing old father and walked in quickly, reminding: "Dad, slow down, and be careful where you step... "

General Lin turned a deaf ear to this, until he walked to the banquet hall, he slowed down, tidied up his clothes, and scolded Lin Yihong by the way: "Rong Tianshi is your savior, when you meet people later, you have a relaxed attitude. Be respectful, don't wish to hold down a gun like yesterday."

Lin Yihong felt a little helpless when he heard it. Wasn't that a conditioned reflex at the time...

However, thinking of the country's attitude towards Rong Jing, he still responded in a low voice: "I see."

Mrs. Wen and Wen Shize have also been well-dressed.

Mrs. Wen has a gentle appearance, and when she wears a cheongsam, she feels even more gentle like a Jiangnan woman. Wen Shize's appearance is more or less similar to her, but the lines are tougher.Because of being bedridden for a long time, his cheeks are a little thin, but his temperament is still extremely elegant.

Naturally, Guo Junjie and several other victims also came over, and the hall of Xie's villa was instantly filled with popularity.

"Rong Tianshi!" General Lin saw Rong Jing standing by the dining table from a distance, and immediately walked over to greet him.

Rong Jing was holding a shallow porcelain white dinner plate with some exquisite cold food on it.

"General Lin." Noticing the presence of the other party, Rong Jing turned her attention away from the food and nodded slightly.

The General Xie Lilin who had been brought had been handed over to Butler Chen. At this time, he just mentioned a casual sentence, and brought the topic back to Lin Yihong's body.

"If you don't have Tianshi Rong... I'm afraid I will really ask the white-haired man to give the black-haired man." General Lin said with a sigh.

Although he came here with the intention of making friends with Rong Jing, but when he really mentioned what happened to Lin Yihong, General Lin's gratitude to Rong Jing could not be faked at all.

He is old, his health is beginning to deteriorate, and his legs and feet are not limp.His greatest wish is to watch Hua Guo continue to develop before he dies, so that his descendants can grow old safely.

that is it.

Rong Jing listened to him quietly, and when the silver chopsticks were placed on the porcelain dinner plate, there was a slight crisp sound.

"General Lin, you are being polite." Rong Jing finally said.

General Lin did carry a heavy evil spirit, but he also carried a faint but obvious dragon spirit.

He has been running for the country all his life, even though he has a little selfishness, it has not touched the overall situation.

Rong Jing has always been soft-hearted towards the elderly and those who are dedicated to the people. At this time, she raised a glass of fruit juice to General Lin, which was like revealing the previous incident.

But he didn't care, but General Lin couldn't help it.

In addition, the country has recently shown that it attaches great importance to Rong Jing, and wants to keep the other party more firmly in the country's position. General Lin lowered his cup and clinked with Rong Jing, but in the end he still said : "I still say the same thing, if Master Rong needs anything, just let me know. If I can do it, I will definitely do it for you."

Even if it can't be done, after the country knows about it, it may not show its sincerity.

What he said was a promise, but looking at Rong Jing's indifferent expression, General Lin felt that the other party's attitude was still the same as before, and he felt a little sighed in his heart.

However, in the next second, Rong Jing's voice came faintly, but she asked: "General Lin's words... are you serious?"

General Lin was stunned for a moment, then said solemnly: "Naturally."

Rong Jing frowned slightly, and her eyes fell on his face, as if she was thinking about something.

Seeing this, General Lin tried his best to straighten his back, trying to show his sincerity.

"Then what if I want to establish a sect?" Rong Jing looked at him and asked slowly, "Can General Lin help me too?"

His tone was light, as if he was asking casually.

But he had never made such a statement before, and General Lin immediately took his words to heart, but he was still a little surprised: "Establish a sect?!"

Zhou Songyun and Xie Xuanqing happened to see their figures walking towards this side, and vaguely heard these words from General Lin's mouth.

Xie Xuanqing's eyes moved slightly, and he knew that Rong Jing simply and straightforwardly threw the plan of establishing a sect to General Lin.

It's... not bad at all.

General Lin holds a high position. Although his power is only within the military headquarters, his own influence and appeal are far more than that.

With him as a bridge, it is possible to get through the country's channels faster.

Thinking of this, Xie Xuan held the wine glass lightly, and walked over with Zhou Songyun who was thinking thoughtfully.

"Sir, General Lin."

No matter how valuable General Lin's status is to outsiders, in Xie Xuanqing's eyes, the most important thing is still his husband.

Zhou Songyun also greeted General Lin and Rong Jing, and after hesitating for a second, he looked at Rong Jing: "Is Master Rong planning to... establish a sect?"

"Hmm." There is nothing wrong with telling others. When Rong Jing came up with this idea before, he considered asking Zhou Songyun about it. Now that he was talking to General Lin, he naturally wouldn't deliberately hide it from the special department. .

Hearing his frank answer, Zhou Songyun immediately wondered if he was making a fuss too much.

but--

"Does Master Rong know how many things you need to prepare to establish a sect?"

The venue, disciples, and the inheritance and background of the sect.

Rong Jing's cultivation is indeed advanced, and if he is really the reincarnation of that Rong Guoshi, or even himself, the skills and background he possesses are enough to support the entire sect.

But there are still candidates for disciples?

There is also the venue of the Zongmen.

Now that the land has been collected as a country, it is impossible for Rong Jing to want to occupy the mountain as the king and establish his own sect as before.

"You should know Ah Jing's background and cultivation level, Captain Zhou. As for the venue of the sect...the Xie Group has some projects, so it's not a problem to allocate one or two places." Xie Xuanqing stood up to his husband in a clear-cut manner behind.

As for the candidates for the disciples, it is indeed a problem, but since they chose to inform the special department and General Lin of this matter, they naturally expressed their own attitude——

If the country doesn't mind, after the establishment of Rongjing's sect, the candidates for the first batch, even the second batch, and the third batch of disciples... may not be able to have people from the country.

Zhou Songyun is not a fool, and it is certainly not the case that General Lin can get to where he is today.

After being surprised at the beginning, they considered the attitude that the country might show.

If Rong Jing really does not reject the state sending people to study in the sect, then Rong Jing's act of establishing the sect will not only have no disadvantages for the state, but will have infinite benefits!

Over the years, the state may not have thought of cultivating celestial masters who belonged exclusively to the state department and were loyal to the state and completely obeyed the state's instructions.

However, it is difficult for a celestial master to practice, and the inheritance is monopolized by many families of celestial masters and ancient sects passed down in China.

Although they have reached a certain cooperative relationship with the country, they have been reclusive for many years, and because of their own strength, they have the habit of being superior, so it takes a lot of energy to really mobilize them.

If it is true that the sect established by Rong Jing can cultivate a group of celestial masters who can be used...

The country may not be tempted.

Do not--

It is bound to be tempted.

Although Xie Xuanqing said that one or two projects under the Xie Group could be allocated as a venue for establishing the sect, he knew that once the country was tempted by this, what Rong Jing needed to prepare to establish the sect was nothing more than Only himself.