Xie Xiaoman was the first to return to the Chinese army.

Although she was bored going around outside, she was a cultivator after all, and her feet were much faster than ordinary sergeants.

Xia Hua was still smiling and treating everyone, Xie Xiaoman watched from a distance, and found that the thick blue fog around Xia Hua was getting thicker and thicker, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart.

It turns out that the power of faith is in this form.

Where ordinary people can't see, strips of blue mist, like ribbons, connect the believers and summer flowers on both sides.

Each time the summer flower cures a person's illness, the color of the blue ribbon becomes more and more intense, representing the power of faith.

Almost all the people present were implicated with the blue ribbon of Xia Hua, spread out thick or light, intertwined in mid-air, if an overwhelming net continued to condense the power of faith into Xia Hua's body.

Xia Hua felt Xie Xiaoman's gaze, turned her head sideways to look at her, and smiled like a flower.

She didn't speak, but Xie Xiaoman suddenly felt what Xia Hua wanted to express - this is the so-called gap.

Yes, it does.

The aura that I can get by spending a few years on cultivation is not as much as the power of faith that I received in a day of summer here. This is something that cannot be compared.

However, since there is no comparison, why compare?

Xie Xiaoman smiled slightly, shook his head, and turned to leave.

When he came to Huanwen's camp, it happened to be Li Chuanchuan who was on duty outside, Xie Xiaoman smiled and chatted a few words of gossip, and the topic was inseparable from the word "summer flower" after all.

It turned out that Li Chuanchuan also asked for medicine from Xia Hua. Not for himself, but for his old mother from his hometown.

Speaking of this, Li Chuanchuan was a little foaming at the mouth with excitement. Xie Xiaoman looked at the blue ribbon that stretched far behind him, smiled and congratulated a few words, and didn't say anything more.

"Since I met Master Xie, the good things that have happened to me have really happened one after another! Before on the river, the great calamity was based on you, Lord Xie. Now because of your relationship, I have met a miracle doctor like Miss Xia Hua! Everyone else is the Summer Flower Girl, the Summer Flower Girl's mouth. In my opinion, you are our lucky star, Lord Xie! Li Chuanchuan said. Looking at Xie Xiaoman's eyes, his eyes lit up.

"They didn't know what happened that night on the Yangtze River, everyone only saw Lord Xue's efforts, but they ignored the role of Lord Xie. But I'm clear! It's just ......" Li Chuanchuan's face showed a bit of helplessness and resentment. "Actually, I've told you many times, but they don't believe me...... Thank you, savior! It was the one who saved everyone on the South Shore that night! ”

Xie Xiaoman was a little surprised when she heard this, she didn't know that Li Chuanchuan had done such a thing, so she went to take a closer look at it at this time. Only then did I find myself before I was with Li Chuanchuan. There is also a thin blue ribbon that binds it. It's just that the ribbon is slender and thin, swaying slightly in the wind, as if it will be broken in the next moment.

There are people who believe in themselves......

Xie Xiaoman suddenly realized this, and he chuckled in his heart, and a strange feeling filled his chest.

This feeling is not excitement, nor pride, nor is there any detachment and contempt above others, but blindly groaning. It's like a heavy wall, pressing on the shoulders. It gives people an unshakable sense of responsibility.

This is the first time Xie Xiaoman has this feeling, she feels and tastes, and after several confirmations, she finally realizes that she is really not suitable for such a position, and she is not used to this feeling.

She is not a person like Xia Hua, she has been sitting upright in the position of a god for a long time, and she can watch everyone in the world go back and forth, as thin as an ant.

She couldn't accept that kind of adoring gaze calmly, and she couldn't imagine how a person could really be worshiped as a god, this is not deception, what is it?

So Xie Xiaoman was slightly silent, brushed the broken hair in his ears, listened to Li Chuanchuan's slightly excited conversation, and didn't respond much.

It wasn't until he felt Xie Xiaoman's faint detachment that Li Chuanchuan stopped, looking at Xie Xiaoman's gaze a little embarrassed.

Xie Xiaoman thought about it and felt that if he said something like "don't thank me" and "it's just a gesture", it would definitely cause Li Chuanchuan's words again. So he smiled slightly and changed the subject: "Is General Huan inside?" ”

"Ahh Not there. However, the general spoke, if you and Miss Xia Hua have something to do with him, you can wait in the tent, and he will be back in a while. Li Chuanchuan blushed slightly, and felt a little blamed in his heart. He thought to himself, a character like Lord Xie must be the same as General Huan in normal times. I actually grabbed Lord Xie and gossiped for so long, it really shouldn't be.

But even so, Master Xie still listened to what he said so much, and he kept humbling himself. The real masters are really like this!

Thinking like this, Li Chuanchuan hurriedly turned sideways, bowed slightly, and made a gesture of inviting to the tent.

He naturally couldn't see that the faint blue light that emanated from his body and was connected to Xie Xiaoman was now slightly richer.

"It's about to start winter, and the weather is too cold, so Lord Xie should go inside and wait." Li Chuanchuan scratched his head with a smile, "Although you are certainly not afraid of this little cold with such a great power, but after all, it is the intention of our general, hehe!" ”

Xie Xiaoman looked at the blue ribbon, speechless for a while, how could he not understand, he didn't do anything, how could the other party have more and more faith in him? So I couldn't help but look at Li Chuanchuan a few times.

Li Chuanchuan thought that there was something dirty on his face, so he quickly wiped it with his hand.

"Thank you." Xie Xiaoman shook his head and smiled, he still definitely left this place of right and wrong quickly.

Almost as if he was running away, Xie Xiaoman got into Huan Wen's tent. Feeling the heavy curtain behind her be lowered, the light in the room became dimmed for a moment, and her heart relaxed.

She was a little glad that there was no one in the tent, and only she could express her emotions fully. So, Xie Xiaoman exhaled deeply, and the feeling of sudden relaxation was almost the same as the ease she felt after the job interview was almost the same as after a thousand years.

Xie Xiaoman suddenly felt that those stars and celebrities in later generations seemed to be too pitiful. Bearing the admiration and worship of too many people, the kind of enthusiasm that runs and shouts, and is overwhelming, how do they bear it? obviously has nothing to do with himself, but he believes in it madly, and he knows more clearly that he is just an ordinary person. So, what kind of attitude should we use to treat our "believers", and what kind of mood should we use to bear this responsibility?

Yes, for Xie Xiaoman, this kind of faith is a simple responsibility, not a pleasure.

Maybe it's her own hypocrisy, or maybe it's not. But that's what she thinks, so she doesn't want to bear it that way.

She is too laid-back, more accustomed to wandering between heaven and earth by herself, without any concern. She doesn't have the luxury of doing anything to make thousands of believers kneel down with a wave of her hand, not to mention that she is not at all, even if she is really a god, she is not willing to accept this kind of love for no reason inexplicably.

She may be a person with no sense of responsibility, and in this way, she may simply run away, but she would rather be so.

She's not a summer flower.

At the very least, at this point, she is not Xia Hua.

Taking a deep breath and looking inward, Xie Xiaoman found that the spiritual power in his body was indeed a little more because of Li Chuanchuan's belief in himself.

Although there are very few of them, if they accumulate a lot, like summer flowers, they will turn from a trickle to a surging river, and its magnificence can be known.

Xie Xiaoman tilted his head slightly, feeling the dense aura fluctuations like a woven web in the direction of the summer flowers outside the tent, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Tomorrow is the beginning of winter, the chill between heaven and earth has become more and more vigorous, and everything is bleak, just the season of death.

In the nearby estuarine wetlands, many lives have already been lost. Although from the perspective of tens of millions of years, there is not much difference between living for more than twenty years and living for seventy or eighty years, but for ordinary people, death is death, which is the essential difference between 1 and 0.

Xie Xiaoman remembered the faint smell of blood on the tip of his nose on the land at the mouth of the river, so his heart became more and more depressed.

Gathering his thoughts, looking around in the tent, Xie Xiaoman recalled the location where Huan Wen took out the Nahong Yan paper before, and unceremoniously began to rummage through it by himself.

This is not a difficult thing, the Hongyan paper exudes an aura, although it is very weak, but it is enough to become a clue for immortal cultivators.

But then again, Xie Xiaoman suddenly found that there were really a lot of things with aura attached to the Huan Wen tent, most of which seemed to be for self-defense, and it was estimated that Xue Zicheng got them.

was a little anxious in his heart, Xie Xiaoman didn't delay any longer, and after finding the Hongyan paper, he hurriedly sharpened the ink and put down the pen, and a simple letter was burned.

She waited in silence, and began to think about some mess in her mind. about Xiaobai, about Xu Zhefeng, about Chu Qingfeng, and Guo Pu and his sister...... The situation in Kyori is actually much more complicated than his own, and he is not by their side, and he doesn't know what will happen to them. It's just that......

At this thought, Xie Xiaoman laughed at himself. With their current embarrassing status, not being by their side is probably the safest choice for them.

Fortunately, the seven up and eight in Xie Xiaoman's heart did not last too long. Soon, the aura surged in a palm-sized area, and a few simple but sparse handwriting appeared on the Hongyan paper.

"Everything is fine, don't worry."

Just a few simple words were enough for Xie Xiaoman to let out a big breath.

"Xie Xiaoman! What did you do! ”

Almost at the same moment, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and the heavy sound of the clash of iron armor reached the ears, and a chilling momentum swept across the tent.

Xie Xiaoman could naturally hear that the person who came was Huan Wen. (To be continued......)