Immortal Voices

In the courtyard, Tsinghua, the Yin Yin old man, and Yang Ming and Si Xin are all here.

All four did nothing, had no consciousness, and had no combat effectiveness.

Seeing this scene, Rong Xian's mouth slightly raised, his face thoughtfully.

The first use of Wuwei, seeing the performance of these monks, Wuwei's medicinal effect is reasonable.

But she didn't quite understand how those gray robes escaped the ineffective medicine.

Rong Xian rubbed the beads on her wrist, her eyes were dim and unpredictable. It seemed that she needed to find someone to try the medicine again.

Rong Xian glanced down at the vulgar old man lying on the ground. The old man was wounded and fell to the ground without any consciousness. The wound on his body was permeated with a familiar sword. This belongs to Tsinghua's head.

Look at her master again. She is well-groomed, and she has no damage except her hair is a little messy.

It seemed that she was a better master. She raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes, and walked in.

Sixin fell beside Yangming, and the sword in his hand was still in his hand.

Both Yangming and Tsinghua sat on the ground with their knees crossed, their eyes closed, and they seemed to fall asleep, but their swords were violent, and they seemed to instinctively defend all enemies.

Her pace was not hesitant, and she could not see a little eagerness, so she came calmly and calmly to the old man in the dark.

Rong Xian carefully looked at the old man, and then stretched out her right hand, sending out an obscure mysterious power from her palm.

Her hand swept slowly in the air, and the energy swept down the old man's head to the foot, as if examining something.

"Nothing, but cautious." Rong Xianfeng narrowed his eyes, resolutely retracted his hands, and the energy disappeared instantly.

There is no sign on this body, and the clothes are also ordinary materials. Every inch of veins, blood, and skin are normal.

In other words, she couldn't find anything from this body.

Rong Xian looked down at the old man. Feng Feng's eyes were too clean, too clean, and there was a bottomless vortex under the calm eyes, so that the person facing him could fold a little carelessly. Halberd among them.

She crouched down, stretched out her index finger to reach the old man's eyebrow, and the vortex in her eyes gradually expanded. The old man's memory was read by Rong Xian without taboo.

Those useless memories are skipped directly, but when it comes to important places, the scenes are like the village in the mist at this time, and the shadows are not real.

"Prohibition ?!" Rong Xian raised her eyebrows, and looked back at the prohibition carefully and then withdrew her hand.

If she forcibly reads the memory of the old man, of course, it is hard to tell if she can find anything, but this person will be totally lost. When Master wakes up, it ’s not easy to explain. After all, she is always the master's best The apprentice came.

Master has always been very good to her. She is also a Master's intimate cotton puppet. However, she has a conscience and has no intention of becoming a black heart cotton puppet for the time being.

She whispered, "It's your life."

Rong Xian dropped the old man and stood up to Tsinghua and Yangming. The sword qi of the two men had no hostility towards Rong Xian, and even carefully injured her to make way for her.

Rong Xian smiled whisperingly and joyfully, the gentleness of the mirror-like water and the moon all over her body warmed people's hearts, as if the moon was clear and the moon was in her arms.

She picked up the purse around her waist and shook it in front of Tsinghua and Yangming, her actions were gentle and without half of the fireworks.

After seeing Tsinghua's eyes moving, Rong Xian tied his purse at will, brewing an expression, and said uneasily, "Master, are you awake?"

Opening his eyes, Tsinghua saw the apprentice's appearance of doing bad things for the first time, and his look was quite complicated.

Seeing that Tsinghua didn't speak, Rong Xian looked nervous and lowered his head, and didn't dare to say a word, lest the master lose his temper because he was overpowered by his medicine.

After understanding the apprentice's mind, Tsinghua University felt weak. Although he was a bit embarrassed by the apprentice, he had a good temper. He had never been angry in front of the apprentice for so many years.

"I'm fine." Seeing the appearance of the young apprentice Ai Ai, Tsinghua paused, adding: "I didn't blame you as a teacher, you are doing well. If it weren't for you, your big brother might be the person Wrecked. "

I just opened my eyes and looked surprised. Brother Yangming who was ready to say hello to the younger sister: "..." The mood is extremely complicated. I want to say something. I'm afraid to dismantle the master's desk. Don't say it, and worry that the younger sister underestimated. Yourself.

But in fact, the master talked nonsense with his eyes open, and before he was turned over by the younger sister, he and the master had a good deal with the man. It was a bit unkind when the master comforted the younger sister to set him off.

However, feeling the eye knife that Master swept over, Yang Ming looked solemnly and solemnly towards Rong Xian: "Little Master, eight years apart. When I met again, I did not expect Xiao Master to have such superb medical skills."

The words fell, and before Rong Xian had time to make an expression, Yangming and Tsinghua felt inexplicable.

First, it was a little embarrassing to be unknowingly given by the apprentice / Little Master.

Secondly, just now Yangming consciously stepped on the thunder and praised Xiao Shimei's medical skills and made up for himself, even Master was pricked by him.

The knee hurts, it's useless.

Yang Ming coughed, and concealed his way towards Rong Xian: "Little sister, why haven't you woke up?"

Rong Xian thoughtfully refused to take up the topic just now, and said a little embarrassedly: "I was worried about Master and Brother just now, and I didn't care about Sister Two."

After all, the existence of Sixin is too low, and she has no place in her heart.

Rong Xian flipped her hands and took out an elixir like a juggle and handed it to Yangming. She said earnestly, "This is the antidote, and she will wake up after giving it to the second teacher."

After Yang Ming took the elixir, he looked curiously, and seemed to see nothing but round.

He stuffed the elixir into Si Xin's mouth and asked casually, "Little sister, what medicine did you get? The effect is very good."

Having just finished speaking, Yangming Lengbuding remembered that Xiaoshimei's medicine had not been so effective, how could it be possible to turn over so many monks, and not even themselves and Master were spared.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming felt that he stepped on the pit again, and he coughed again.

As if Rong Xian didn't think of the deep meaning in his words, he smiled and said, "It's inaction, its effect is slightly stronger than not surprised."

If someone is living a poisonous path with a bead of avoidance, there is no way to be frightened, but inaction can make a difference.

Yangming: Is that stronger? Is that too strong?

It seemed that he was afraid of stepping on the pit again, and Yangming replied intently: "I can be assured that my little sister has some means of self-protection."

Tsinghua stood up with a slight hum, glanced down at the big apprentice, and walked directly towards the elder man with a sorrow.

Yang Ming's face was bewildered. Did the Master look at him just now? But he didn't seem to have done anything wrong. Could it be that the master hated him and couldn't speak?