Immortal Voices

After Rong Xian walked for a while, he suddenly stopped and turned to face his smiling eyes.

She froze, her mouth slightly raised, this man really did not cover up: “Why have you been following me?”

Anyang shook her fan, and she was so romantic: “It’s a so-called lady, a gentleman is so good. The girl is so beautiful, it makes me feel bad.”

The fan unfolded, covering the playful star smile under the corner of his mouth.

Rong Xian pursed her lips with a smile: “Anyang, the chief disciple of Yuxiaomen, is better known than to meet.”

The smile on the corner of Anyang’s mouth froze. He did not expect that a flirting individual would suddenly know his identity, and it is likely that this person was a friend of one of his acquaintances. Anyang asked with a twitch on his cheek: “Who are you?”

Rong Xian slowly opened a soft and pure smile: “I am Rong Xian, the three disciples in charge of Xuanhuashan.”

Anyang: “!!!”

Anyang: “Xuanhua Mountain ?!”

It turned out to be Xiu Xiu. He stepped back two steps subconsciously, lest he hear the words ‘not convinced to fight’.

But after returning to God, he realized that the young disciple in front of Xuanhuashan would not start a fight without saying a word. She looked different from all sword repairs.

She had no sword and no sword air, and her hands were clean and tender, with only cocoons holding pens and no cocoons for practicing swords.

Her breath is too peaceful, too warm, and completely different from Jian Xiu’s hard breath.

Anyang twitched his lips for a moment, and smiled at Rongxian’s exquisite face, his eyes full of openness: “I never thought that the young disciple in charge of Qingbo turned out to be a doctor. It’s rare that a strange species has appeared. This joke is enough for me to laugh for several years. “

He didn’t have any doubt about Rong Xian. No matter who he is, as long as you see Rong Xian, you can definitely feel her warmth and sincerity from her heart, and whatever she says, your first reaction will always be Believe.

Rong Xian she has this ability, let everyone trust her.

“Practice medicine to save people, as long as you wish.” Rong Xian replied earnestly.

With such a serious gesture, Anyang sighed. He sighed, “Rong Xian, you really admire.”

The monk’s arrogance is arrogance in his bones and arrogance in his soul. This is not a pretentious gesture.

Because the strength has distinguished them from mortals, mortals hurried for years, and monks are different. Monks fight against heaven. If they cultivate the immortal body, the millennium is like a moment, and a thousand years.

Time stopped on them, the pain was far away from them, and they watched the sufferings of all beings, sitting high on the ground and sitting in the clouds.

Just as people don’t care about ants, have you ever seen anyone busy for an ant?

So Anyang admires Rong Xian, because Rong Xian is really thinking about these ordinary people, she saves everyone from the heart, the kind of warmth that he can’t help but want to get close to.

“Rong Xian, I like you.” Anyang heard himself say seriously: “I will go to Xuanhua Mountain to propose a family, let’s be together.”

Feelings are so unreasonable sometimes, they are too late to prepare for them. At that glance, it seemed like a demon, and involuntarily fell.

Rong Xian glanced at him in surprise: “Exempt it.”

“Why? Is it that I’m not good enough, or do you distrust me? Or the martial arts?” Anyang was aggressive for a while.

Rong Xian laughed, watching the streets coming and going, listening to various sounds mixed into a red dust billowing, and smiled softly: “I just didn’t move.”

“But we must be the most suitable. I don’t care about high and low. I can put down my pride and accompany you to redeem the suffering of the spirits.” Anyang worked hard for himself.

Rong Xian could not help but be able to bear: “It doesn’t have to be together if it’s appropriate. Brother An has such a heart, and the blessing of the people is also.”

Her heart was not shaken, because she knew that the person she liked was nothing more than a fake face.

Anyang’s eyes sank, and all the disorders were collected, because he understood, and Rong Xian was seriously rejecting him. There was no euphemism for refusal, and it was ruthless.

In just a few words of conversation, Anyang saw Rong Xian’s nature very thoroughly.

She has the great compassion of the healer, saves the sufferings of all beings with compassion, and because of this, her love is great love, so she frankly refuses in front of her personal little love, and her eyes are forgiving and kind, just like the elders look at unreasonably child.

She doesn’t care about the goodwill and malicious intentions of others, she doesn’t care about others’ carelessness, and she abandons all her feelings. She still looks like a fairy and is transcendent.

“That’s it, Rong Xian, I’m gone, take care of you.” Anyang felt a pain in her heart and turned away.

Not giving up, but staying in my heart.

Such a person is not suitable for being a wife, but is suitable for being placed in the cloud.

Watching Anyang turn away, Rong Xian didn’t get angry, didn’t refute, just rubbed his forehead, seemed very distressed, and smiled helplessly.

Anyang’s confession was just an episode. Rong Xian stayed in the town for half a month, and then left here after half a month to continue to the next place.

As soon as she was out of town, she saw a **** man in the middle of the road. The man looked extraordinarily vicissitudes, carrying a baggage on his body. Despite being unconscious, he still hugged the baggage as if holding his own life.

The man had only one breath, and if he didn’t save, he would die.

Rong Xian saw it very clearly. The smile on her mouth remained unchanged, and she calmly and gently stepped to the man, and then-stepped over.

She didn’t pause for a minute, and didn’t hesitate in the back, she was still straightforward, as if the life on the ground was nothing to her.

In this posture, she became gentler and gentler.

After she left unhelpful, the man died, a group of men in black took the bag from the man, cut off the man’s neck with a knife, and left.

The whole space was quiet again. After a moment, Rong Xian suddenly came out of the side, her eyes stopped on the dead body on the ground, her eyes darkened: “Well, it really is a trouble.”

Fortunately, she didn’t save anyone, and now she didn’t want to be involved in any incident.

“Sir, do you need to do something?” Qu Lang quietly emerged.

Rong Xian glanced at him lightly and said casually: “Take care of your tail, don’t let anyone get involved in me, and don’t do anything extra than that.”

“Yes, sir.” Qu Lang answered quickly.

Rong Xian nodded, leaving with both hands in his sleeves to leave unhurriedly. This time she really left, never looking back.

Year after year, from place to place, where people most need a doctor, Rong Xian, where to go, to save lives is unambiguous.

It has been eight years since I left Xuanhua Mountain. In these eight years of practice, Rong Xian seemed to abandon the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of the previous life as a demon master. The years made her more gentle and graceful, yet her eyes were as vast as the abyss. The invisible sense of alienation enveloped her, making her seem to be her own world.

It’s near, but it’s as far away as the cloud.