After the rebirth, the national teacher became popular with metaphysics

Someone had already made arrangements for the banquet hall. By the time the leaders, Rong Jing and others arrived there, several appetizers had already been placed on the table.

The big leader turned his head and said a few words to the person in charge of the banquet, then looked at Rong Jing, smiled and said: "I don't know what flavor Rong Tianshi prefers, so I can only arrange some temporarily, I hope Rong Tianshi doesn't mind. "

They had just reached a cooperative relationship before, and now the other party is also in a friendly tone. Although Rong Jing prefers fresh and sweet tastes, it is not impossible to taste other dishes, so she shook her head lightly , said: "Nothing."

However, after the service staff brought the dishes, Xie Xuan glanced at them lightly. There were some dishes that Rong Jing didn't like very much, but most of the dishes were made according to Rong Jing's taste.

Thinking about it, if he were to sit on the other side's seat, it would be hard not to let himself investigate Rong Jing's details when he noticed Rong Jing, a celestial master with a profound cultivation base that almost surpassed the entire era. clear.

After the investigation, they naturally also guessed Rong Jing's identity. The arrangement at the banquet, apart from a little bit of flattery, might not be without a hint of deterrence.

In today's era, metaphysics is important and important, but before the power of absolute hot weapons, metaphysics seems to have to take a step back.

This is how these leaders treat Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing at this time, with a hint of caution in their closeness.

But that doesn't mean they didn't do it right.

Being in their current position, they are doomed to think more and take a longer view than ordinary people.

Xie Xuanqing's expression was normal, he just stretched out his hand, took the soup bowl in front of Rong Jing in a very natural manner, and filled him with a bowl of soup.

Rong Jing withdrew her gaze and glanced at him lightly, but stretched out her hand to take it, and took a sip with her lowered eyes.

The interaction between them was so natural that the big leader didn't notice anything unusual after watching it for a while.

It was only after he got up and scooped up half a bowl of soup that the big leader finally came to his senses, silently raised his head and glanced at Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing who were sitting across from him.

But he didn't say much, he just kept the relationship between the two in his heart.

Because the cooperative relationship was reached before, this state banquet can be said to be a feast for the guests and host.

When the interests of the country are not involved, the leader's usual attitude is actually the same as when he talked with Rong Jing before, and there is some humor unique to their age in the kindness.

Rong Jing's temperament is indifferent, and she doesn't speak much.

However, he has a strong sense of presence, and he will answer a few sentences briefly and accurately after others speak, which is actually a good impression.

It doesn't make people think that he is arrogant and arrogant, but that he is an excellent listener, even if his expression is a little indifferent, he is just a superior demeanor.

After the banquet ended, several big leaders personally sent Rong Jing and the others off.

Before getting into the car, the big leader stopped Rong Jing, and then signaled the guard behind him to step forward and hand over the things he had prepared before.

"I heard that Rong Tianshi suffered some injuries in the Lan family's secret realm before. I specifically consulted Master Yuankong and the others, and said that these medicinal materials have some effect on the injuries suffered by Tianshi." The leader said kindly, " It’s just that I haven’t prepared everything before, and it’s hard to take it out. A few days ago, I finally collected the last medicinal material, and Master Rong took it back to see if it’s useful.”

What he said was really euphemistic and caring. Even though the medicinal materials handed over were separated by a thick gift box, Rong Jing could still feel the faint but continuous breath of aura coming from inside.

The lifespan of plants is extremely short, and the ones that accumulate aura are either blessed by nature and grow in places that are rich in aura and inaccessible to humans. As they grow older, they are also contaminated with a bit of aura.

Either it was a coincidence, and it was a gift from the heavens. The faint aura is stored in the roots, branches and leaves. Even if the growth period is shorter, the effect will be brought to the extreme under the stimulation of the aura.

No matter which category the medicinal materials given by the country belong to, or a combination of them, they all show how much they value Rong Jing.

Rong Jing only glanced at it, then nodded and took it: "Thank you."

The big leader saw that the medicinal materials had only been in Rong Jing's hands for less than half a second before being received by Xie Xuanqing very naturally, fearing that Rong Jing's appearance would be tired, he couldn't help smiling and replied: "Master Rong is polite. "

Saying goodbye to Rong Jing and the two of them cordially and politely, the big leader led the people behind him to take a step back, then quietly watched Rong Jing and Xie Xuan lightly get into the car and leave.

It wasn't until the car drove out of the gate of the banquet hall that there was no trace of it anymore, the big leader said: "Go back."

The brand-new Tianyuan Sect established by that Rong Guoshi himself to teach spells... The fifteen places they gave also need to be carefully planned.

Because many of the following matters required the special department to contact Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing, so when Rong Jing and the others left, Wei Yixing and Zhou Songyun also followed.

Zhou Songyun did not participate in the previous discussion, but he was lucky enough to participate in the banquet just now.

Zhou Songyun vaguely felt something when he heard the few big leaders at the banquet, as well as Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing's chatting with each other.

Sure enough, after he and Wei Yixing got into the car, they told him conveniently that the country had allowed and supported Rong Jing to establish a sect.

Wei Yixing: "Rong Tianshi personally said that there are three places that are directly assigned to the special departments. Xiao Zhou, you should carefully investigate during this time to see who is more suitable for these three places."

There are some things that Wei Yixing did not say, and there is no need to say them.

Zhou Songyun also knew in his heart that although the celestial masters trained by the last fifteen places will still enter the special department, they are not deeply involved with the special department after all. Tianyuanzong is a teacher, and the original cooperating celestial masters in the special department are likely to be suppressed.

Although everyone is serving the country and the people, once those celestial masters become too powerful and Zhou Songyun and Wei Yixing can't suppress them, wouldn't the final situation be very similar to the present?

The special department is now subject to those celestial master families and inheritance sects. Now it is hard to cultivate its own celestial masters, but it must be carefully planned. At the very least, the other dozen or so must get places, and they will also be able to train their own celestial masters in the future. The celestial masters who have entered the special department have a sense of belonging to the special department.

The key to achieving this goal the fastest and most directly lies in the three quotas given by Rong Jing.

Candidates for these three places must not only be talented enough, but also be able to obey the leadership of the special department, and there is no other strength behind them to participate in it. More importantly, they must also be good at communication. More than a dozen celestial masters established a good relationship.

Frowning, Zhou Songyun thought carefully about the candidates to enter Tianyuanzong this time.

Seeing this, Wei Yixing didn't bother him.

The car stopped outside the special department, Rong Jing and Xie Xuan lightly got out of the car.

In the past, for the sake of safety and keeping a low profile, the car they took to eat was arranged by the special department, but now Xie Xuanqing still wants to drive the Cullinan he drove back.

After opening the car door, Xie Xuan lightly put the herbs that he had taken down into the back seat, and then seemed to remember something, and turned to look at Zhou Songyun who was not far away.

Zhou Songyun: "...?"

"Captain Zhou." Xie Xuan said with a polite smile on his face, "I probably need to ask you something."

They have had friendship before, not to mention that they have reached cooperation with the country now.

Seeing that there are more and more opportunities for contact in the future, Xie Xuanqing is not a character who easily troubles others, Zhou Songyun paused for a second, then nodded and said: "Patriarch Xie, please tell me."

Xie Xuanqing was also unambiguous, glanced at Rong Jing, and said: "I want to trouble Captain Zhou to check on 'Rong Yu'."

Rong Yu?This name is somewhat similar to Rong Jing's, Zhou Songyun frowned and asked, "Does he have any characteristics?"

Xie Xuanqing directly sent the superficial information about Rong Yu found by Yue Feng.

Hearing only a soft "ding", Zhou Songyun raised his hand and took out his mobile phone to glance at WeChat, and then confirmed the person Xie Xuanqing wanted to check.

It's just that this involves personal privacy after all, the information Xie Xuanqing has obtained can be regarded as detailed, and after further investigation, it is not so good.

Thinking of this, Zhou Songyun also asked cautiously: "I don't know why Patriarch Xie is investigating this person?"

Rong Jing guessed Xie Xuanqing's thoughts when he opened his mouth. Hearing Zhou Songyun's question, Rong Jing frowned, but replied for Xie Xuanqing: "His destiny is not right."

Although it's just a slight change, it can be seen that the person behind the shot must be a celestial master with a high level of cultivation.

Maybe they can't reach the level of Rong Jing and Yuan Xiu, but they are a little higher than ordinary celestial masters.

It has to be said that such a person deliberately sent Rong Yu, a person related to the original body, to Rong Jing's side. It has to be said that it is indeed very suspicious.

When the professional spoke, Zhou Songyun's expression suddenly became serious: "Master Rong really means what he said?"

Rong Jing: "Yes."

"I understand." After pondering for a moment, Zhou Songyun recorded the information sent by Xie Xuanqing directly into his mobile phone, and said, "I will let someone check it out."

If it is really related to Yuan Xiu...then this information, as well as the person "Rong Yu", is an extremely important clue.

Even if it wasn't, it would be enough to cause people to be vigilant if a celestial master with a high cultivation level made a secret move.

Zhou Songyun kept this matter in mind, and after sending Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing away, he began to mobilize the power of the special department to investigate Rong Yu to the bottom.

Xie Xuan lightly put the phone away and started the car.

There was a slight sound of engine starting, Xie Xuan lightly drove the car to the special department, and suddenly said: "...Captain Zhou, it seems that you trust sir very much."

His voice is not loud, but Cullinan's performance is superior. At this time, the car is quiet, and his low voice falls in it, and it is particularly clear, and he is particularly... caring.

Rong Jing was a little confused, so she frowned and asked slowly, "Is there anything?"

It happened to be a red light ahead, Xie Xuan lightly stopped the car, turned his head and saw the expression on his face that seemed to be ignorant.

Knowing that Zhou Songyun's feelings for Rong Jing are not between a man and a woman, he also knows that his husband won't care about it.

But seeing Zhou Songyun unconsciously showing his concern for Rong Jing, Patriarch Xie still couldn't help feeling a little bit sour in his heart.

It's just that once this sourness is said, it seems a little petty.

Xie Xuan lowered his brows lightly, but heard his husband's voice faintly: "Maybe it's because Captain Zhou was worried that it was another method used by Yuan Xiu."

Rong Jing is a professional after all, he pointed out that Rong Yu's fate is wrong, no matter what the reason is, as one of the managers of the special department, Zhou Songyun will definitely take it to heart.

Rong Jing didn't know why Xie Xuanqing cared about this, but he thought of what was mentioned in some books he had read before, when your lover raises questions, it's best to explain clearly clearly.

Rong Guoshi thought for a while, and then explained what he thought of.

Xie Xuan heard his voice ringing in his ears lightly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

But inexplicably, the sourness caused by Zhou Songyun's attitude towards Rong Jing quietly turned into a slight sweetness at this moment.

Maybe he didn't really care about Zhou Songyun's feelings for Rong Jing, but he cared about Rong Jing's attitude and what kind of status he was in Rong Jing's heart.

Now it seems that although his husband didn't understand his thoughts, his immediate reaction was to subconsciously take into account his mood.

Xie Xuan slightly showed a gentle smile, looked at Rong Jing and said, "Mr. is right, I was overthinking."

Rong Jing: "?"

Before he could figure out what Xie Xuanqing meant, the countdown to the red light prohibiting traffic finally came to an end.

When the green light came on, Xie Xuanqing restarted the car and slowly crossed the bustling intersection.

When driving towards the neighborhood where Rong Jing lived, Xie Xuanqing suddenly remembered something, and asked, "The library you mentioned to me earlier——"

"Would you like to come with me, sir?"

Xie's library was built under Xie's old house. After Xie Xuanqing recovered the memory of his previous life, he vaguely felt that the opening of the manuscript in the library was at this time.

The dark eyes glanced quietly at Rong Jing, Xie Xuan lightly held the steering wheel, waiting for his decision.

Rong Jing didn't answer him immediately.

Perhaps it was because the time between them was so long, Rong Jing's impression of Head Xia was still the same as when he went down the mountain.

Although Rong Jing knew the news of the other party's sitting down from Xie Xuanqing's mouth before, but he didn't see it with his own eyes, and Rong Jing might not have a thought of escaping in his heart.

If you go to Xie's old house and open the library...then there is no chance of escape.

After being silent for a long time, Rong Jing finally said: "...um."

"Go and see."

Take a look at what his master's family did their best to figure out what it was.

Rong Jing's voice still sounded so cold and indifferent, but Xie Xuanqing could hear a slight depression in it.

With a slight sigh in his heart, Xie Xuanqing also replied very seriously: "Okay."

The black Cullinan slowly turned the front of the car, and the bustling scenery on the side of the road gradually changed. When it was near Xie's old house, the surrounding people were much less crowded.

Green and tender sycamores are planted at both ends of the road. From a distance, a more spacious and elegant manor than the Wang family villas comes into view.

Nearly 200 years later, Xie's old house has been repaired several times, but it still maintains the appearance when it was first built. It belongs to the traces left by wind and rain.

It just rained lightly, and a string of clear water droplets dripped from the Zhao Dynasty-style eaves, creating a small puddle on the soft flowerbed.

The rose branch that had just been planted was beaten a little bit, Xie Xuan lightly drove the car to the garage, and when he came out again, he saw his husband leaning over and gently tapping the rose seedling with his fingertips. Pass.

I don't know if it's his illusion or what, it seems that at the moment when his husband's fingertips rubbed against the rose seedling, the flower seedling that looked a bit haggard to the naked eye suddenly became alive. The branches and leaves are stretched, and even the top buds stand upright, revealing a little fresh powder.

Xie Xuan walked over lightly and glanced over it lightly.

It's not his illusion, the condition of this flower seedling is indeed much better than before.

With a slight frown, Xie Xuan asked softly, "What are you doing, sir?"

Rong Jing had already noticed his breath when he came over, but when she heard his voice, she didn't answer his question, but asked: "Is this flower planted during this period of time?" ?”

"...Well." Xie Xuan responded lightly, but continued to walk over, whispering, "Mr., didn't you like this flower very much before?"

When they were in Nanxing, although Rong Jing didn't say it clearly, every time they walked in the garden and walked to the rose bush, Rong Jing's pace would always slow down a little.

Xie Xuanqing took it to heart at the time.

After he came back, he didn't know what he thought. When he returned to the old house one night, he saw an empty flower garden on the outskirts, but he asked the gardener to transplant a few plants here and plant them in the villa in the southern province. The same roses.

"However, the climate difference between Beijing and southern provinces is still too great."

Xie Xuan lightly restrained his mind, and said with some regret: "Uncle Dong said that these few roses may not bloom many flowers in the end."

Uncle Dong is also an old man of the Xie family, and he is a good hand at tending flowers and plants.

Xie Xuanqing didn't care about these before, but now he hopes that he can find a trick to make these roses bloom all year round in Beijing like they do in Southern Province.

Rong Jing thought that he really regretted not seeing these roses bloom, after thinking about it, she lost another ray of spiritual energy, and then said: "It will bloom."

His tone was still calm, but it sounded inexplicably certain, and one couldn't help but believe it.

Xie Xuanqing was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said, "Then I will borrow a good word from Mr.

He got a little closer, and the low voice and the faint cool sandalwood fragrance on his body made Rong Jing's eyelashes tremble unconsciously.

Then he heard Xie Xuan lightly said: "But I still hope that when it blooms, my husband can also see it."

The hidden meaning in his words was very obvious, Rong Jing paused when she stood up, raised her eyelashes subconsciously, and met Xie Xuanqing's extremely dark and deep eyes.

There was affection in his eyes that no longer needed to be concealed, and even his overly stern brows and eyes were softened a lot by contrast.

"Sir, don't worry." Finally, Xie Xuan said softly.

He stretched out his hand to pull Rong Jing's wrist, and wiped the dark blue handkerchief on Rong Jing's fingertips that were stained with rain, then put the handkerchief back, with a smile in his tone: "I just hope that these roses will bloom in the future It’s all just to enjoy it with my husband, as for how long it will take to bloom... I can afford to wait.”

He has waited for a whole life, and it was beyond his expectation that he could connect with Rong Jing so early in this life.

As for other things, even if it takes a few years...he can still afford to wait.

Gently wiping Rong Jing's fingertips clean, Xie Xuan straightened up lightly, but led Rong Jing to continue walking towards the interior of Xie's old house.

The housekeeper had received the message from Xie Xuanqing early on. At this time, the servants were gathered at the door of the old house. As soon as their eyes caught the figures of Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing, a smile appeared on their old but kind faces. Very genuine smile.

"The Patriarch is back." The butler greeted in a light tone, bowed slightly, and then looked at Rong Jing, "Who is this?"

When she was still in the car, Rong Jing removed the spells on her body. At this time, her long silvery-white hair was scattered behind her back without any cover, and hung messily in front of her body. Looking at his extremely cold and delicate face, it was a bit daunting for a while.

But the butler took a look, but he was not intimidated by Rong Jing's aloof demeanor of rejecting people thousands of miles away. Instead, the smile on his face was more genuine and gentle, making Rong Jing inexplicably uncomfortable.

... He really doesn't know how to get along with such enthusiastic old people.

"Just call me Rong Jing." After a pause, seeing that Xie Xuanqing had no intention of helping him out, Rong Guoshi frowned, and said in a soft voice.

"It turned out to be Mr. Rong."

The butler naturally knew Rong Jing's identity, among other things, not long ago, he and his servants watched the TV series he starred in called "Who is the Third Person".

It's just that he was a little restrained looking at Rong Jing, so he stepped forward to greet her, which can be regarded as a little closer to the other party.

Xie Xuanqing never knew that his Uncle Xie, butler Xie, would have such a gentle tone.

After greeting Rong Jing, he asked about Rong Jing's tastes and taboos very kindly, and it seemed that he was going to the kitchen again to ask the chef to prepare a table of dishes.

Xie Xuanqing was a little helpless, but also a little warm feeling that came from nowhere.

If it wasn't because he valued him, how could Uncle Xie be so enthusiastic about Rong Jing who met for the first time?

His parents died young, and the rest of his relatives would only plot against him for Xie's sake.

Only Uncle Xie, although he is not his blood relative, but after 20 years of getting along with him, he treats Xie Xuan lightly as if he were a relative.

The same is true for Rong Jing.

If it wasn't because he valued him, how could he pay attention to Uncle Xie's emotions in his words and deeds.

Xie Xuanqing looked at the place for a while, until he saw Rong Jing's somewhat tangled brow unconsciously frowned, and then walked over with a smile: "We just came back from outside, so we don't need to ask the kitchen to prepare for the time being."

Uncle Xie felt a little regretful, but he still bent over and said, "Okay, Patriarch."

"That's right." Just when Uncle Xie was about to retreat, Xie Xuan stopped him softly, "I remember that the key to the underground library is over there?"

Uncle Xie was stunned for a moment, not quite sure why Xie Xuanqing suddenly asked this question, but he still replied: "Yes, Patriarch."

Xie's old house occupies a very large area, and there are quite a few rooms divided into it.

Generally, frequently used books and documents are placed in the study room on the second floor. Most of the underground library contains ancient books and manuscripts, plus the ancestral precepts left by Xie's ancestors. , almost very few people will go there.

But at this time, since Xie Xuanqing asked, he naturally had his own intentions.

Uncle Xie glanced at Rong Jing, who was like an extremely bright luminous body, without waiting for Xie Xuanqing to go to the study, he turned and went upstairs, found the key to the library that he put away before, and went down It was handed over to Xie Xuanqing.

After several renovations, although the appearance of Xie's old house still looks the same as 200 years ago, many interior decorations have changed.

The original wooden staircase is still preserved, but an indoor elevator has been added at the end of another corridor in the living room, leading directly to the upper seven floors and two basements.

Xie's library is in the second basement.

Xie Xuanqing took Rong Jing down from the elevator, the elevator door opened slowly, and a very ancient bronze lock came into view.

Xie Xuan walked over and opened the bronze lock with the key he found before, and the iron-gray door with a little rust was slowly opened. In the dim light, the yellowed thread-bound books were quietly and neatly Placed neatly on the bookshelf, as if frozen in time.

And they are like outsiders who have broken into the peach blossom garden, hastily breaking the silence of the room.

Because Uncle Xie would come to clean up with his servants from time to time, so there was not much dust in the library.

After the iron door was opened, the air circulated, and the remaining bit of overly dull atmosphere also dissipated completely.

Uncle Xie originally wanted to come down with them, so as to help them when they were looking for something, but Xie Xuanqing didn't let him come down with him, considering the spells set in the handbook left by the head of Xia.

At this time, only he and Rong Jing were in the library room, and the continuous wooden bookshelves filled the field of vision. Xie Xuan frowned slightly, and just wanted to take out his mobile phone to ask Uncle Xie which bookshelf he put those previous notes on. Rong Jing who was standing aside suddenly moved, and walked to the middlemost bookshelf with a condensed expression.

Almost all of the classics here are authentic copies handed down from the Zhao Dynasty. Before the History Research Institute in Beijing wanted to study the history when the Zhao Dynasty was just founded, I heard that the Xie family was probably the Zhao Dynasty After the blood left by the royal family, I contacted Xie Xuanqing directly, and borrowed a few books that left a lot of content outside to conduct supplementary research.

It is precisely because of the classics that Xie Xuanqing lent, Huaguo's research on Rong Guoshi in the history of the Zhao Dynasty has deepened, and the relationship between him and Emperor Zhao has also become a part of many historical studies. The propositions studied by the authors.

Xie Xuanqing recalled in his mind what those historians said when they came to borrow the few volumes of Xie's collection of literati classics, while he couldn't help watching Rong Jing's movements.

The slender fingers were as delicate and white as suet jade, and when they lightly landed on the brown bookshelf, they made the yellowed books even more thick and distant.

Rong Jing's fingertips lightly passed over a row of book spines, and finally stopped on the sandalwood box on the top floor, which was placed in a hidden corner.

A hint of restraint came from above, Rong Jing lightly took the box off from above, glanced at it, and noticed that the restraint above was vaguely familiar.

...It is the breath of the forbidden technique unique to Tianyuanmen.

Seeing that he seemed to have found the box where the letter was stored, Xie Xuan followed him.

"Xie's ancestral precepts say that this box cannot be opened until the necessary time." Xie Xuan lightly glanced at the sandalwood box that he had seen before but had experienced many years, pointing When the tip touched it lightly, I felt a soft and strong resistance.

"But I think it's about time now." Hundreds of years have passed, and the prohibition drawn up by all the means of Tianyuanzong people is still full of spiritual power.

But after realizing that Rong Jing's aura was approaching, the aura of resistance emanating from the restriction became much weaker.

Rong Jing hesitated a little, but finally bent her fingertips gently, and opened the lock on the box.

A roll of yellowed letters lay quietly in a dark box, and the red string tied on it had long since faded from its bright colors, as if telling Rong Jing ruthlessly that the era he once lived in was indeed far away. It's been a long, long time.

The bright silver hair suddenly fell down, covering the expression on Rong Jing's face.

Xie Xuanqing was standing beside him, seeing him like this, his heart tightened with worry.

Sighing, Xie Xuan lightly raised his hand, and gently put his arms around Rong Jing's shoulders.

Even if he can't do anything for him, at least at this moment, he is by Rong Jing's side.

Seemingly aware of Xie Xuanqing's intentions, Rong Jing finally came to her senses.

It's very sad, but it doesn't seem to be the case.After all, Xie Xuanqing told him about it when he was in Nan Province.

But she said she wasn't sad, but Rong Jing's heart felt a little heavy for no reason, and her expression was a little dazed.

His master's sect is indeed gone, even if he re-establishes a Tianyuan sect in Beijing, his master and fellow sects who don't have many friendships will no longer appear in the sect.

Looking at the scroll of letters in the sandalwood box, Rong Jing was a little hesitant, not daring to reach in easily.

The moment he was about to close the box, a soft spiritual power rose from the original restriction, and then gently wrapped his fingertips, as if to comfort and encourage.

Rong Jing caught the existence of that spiritual power almost instantly, and when she sensed the aura left in it, which belonged to the teachers and fellow teachers in the school, she couldn't help being startled.

They guided Rong Jing's fingers towards the roll of yellowed silk handwriting, and the restriction that could destroy the entire room gently dissipated its power when it sensed the breath of Rong Jing's own soul.

The soft touch of silk came from the fingertips, Rong Jing lowered her eyes, and after two seconds, she bent her fingers and took the scroll out of the sandalwood box.

During this process, Xie Xuanqing stayed silently by Rong Jing's side, without urging anything.

The faded red rope was only loosely tied on it, and it fell to the ground with a slight pull of the fingertips.

The handwriting left by Master Xia is not long.

After all, he was already at the end of his strength at that time, and this hexagram was only recorded by him with the help of everyone in the Tianyuan Sect, so it was impossible to mention it too much.

Rong Jing held the thin and almost nothing handbook, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

In the next second, as if he had finally made a decision, he opened the letter.

"Little Jing, seeing words is like seeing each other. After being separated for hundreds of years, I was lucky enough to touch the secret of heaven, and finally today you and I can meet again like this."

Head Xia's handwriting is not regular, even a little casual.But the strokes where the pen is written are extremely sharp and elegant, and at first glance, there is a kind of open-minded beauty.

Rong Jing looked at the address he called herself in the letter, and her thin lips slightly tightened.

In the previous life, because their dispositions were all the same indifferent, when they met, they would only call each other "Master" and "Rong Jing" in a very common way, but they had never heard Master Xia call him face to face. A "Xiao Jing".

But at this moment, looking at the word "Xiao Jing" written on the letter, Rong Jing almost instantly imagined what the other party would look like when he called this name.

There would probably be a helpless but doting smile on that calm face, and the old wrinkled hands were very warm, and when they gently fell on the top of the hair, they also carried an extremely gentle meaning.

"...Why didn't you tell Master when you were sick?"

It seems that when he was seven or eight years old, Rong Jing learned a formation from another master in the school.

Probably in order to find out how to stack the patterns of the formation to achieve the most powerful effect, Rong Jing stayed in the study room that day, but didn't notice the weather outside, so she just got cold enough to develop a low fever.

At that time, Rong Jing just thought it would be good to bear it for a while, but who knew that in the middle of the night, the low fever turned into a high fever.

After all, she was young, Rong Jing's mind was burning at that time, but she just didn't think of going to see her master.

Drowsily curling up on the bed with the quilt in his arms, the door suddenly opened with a "creak", and a thin figure walked in with the moonlight.

Warm big hands fell on his forehead, Master Xia murmured something to Rong Jing, and finally said with a sigh: "What a stubborn child...Xiao Jing."

Rong Jing felt his breath vaguely during her illness, but the high temperature disturbed her consciousness, Rong Jing tried to open her eyes, only to see a helpless but doting smile in her eyes, but it seemed too much in the moonlight Hazy and unreal.

The big hand continued to caress the top of his head. After struggling for a while, Rong Jing still fell asleep, only vaguely remembering the bitter smell of medicine left in her dream.

Until now, when he touches this scroll and sees the title Xia head privately wants to call him on it, the memory buried in the deepest part of his soul finally turns up.

... So it was not his hallucination back then.