She bent down and reached out to pick up Sheng Chang'an, who had fainted, her eyes were dyed with a trace of distress, walked back to the hall and put him on his bed, took off her clothes and left only a pair of dirty pants, carefully wiped off the blood stains around the wound, and then applied medicine to heal the wound.

Sheng Changan opened his peach blossom eyes in a daze, looked at the familiar white clothes around him, and the corners of his bloodless lips laboriously hooked up a smile: "The apprentice knows that the master will not be so ruthless..."

Rong Zhiwei reached out to help him cover the quilt.

always felt vague, he seemed to see the smile of the iceberg master, and then Sheng Changan completely fainted, unconscious.

Later, Sheng Changan would always shake his head when he thought of this night, afraid that he was hallucinating, the master had never even taken off the veil, how could he see the smile of the master.

But for a moment, Sheng Chang'an, whose face was pale and rarely improved, but suddenly began to have a fever, lay on his bed, Rong Zhiwei frowned, stretched out his somewhat cool hand and put it on his forehead.

Maybe it's really me who has done it this time, he was seven years old and kneeling and getting sick without fever after being drenched in the rain..

Rong Zhiwei regretted it for a moment.

If Sheng Changan was awake at the moment, let him know that the master had punished him for kneeling, and he regretted it for a moment, he was afraid that he would not be happy to die.

After forcibly feeding him the elixir, she sat beside his bed in white and guarded him all night.

Perhaps it is because of this bond again and again that the fate of the two is completely tied together, and it is inseparable.

The head of the Ning Xi faction doesn't just have the attributes of coldness and arrogance, in fact, she is also very ... Short-guarding.

It was after Sheng Chang'an returned to the sect, Rong Zhiwei went to participate in the fairy world trial and brought him with him for the first time.

Although he knew that he might be questioned by Master Xing if he went, as long as there was Shizun, then everything would not be afraid, not to mention that he fought with the disciples of the Mo Yun Sect in order to protect Shizun.

At the Immortal Realm Meeting, the fog was shrouded, and the heads or elders of several major sects were sitting upright on their chairs, and behind them stood their disciples or attendants.

Dressed in plain white and cold, Rong Zhiwei sat there upright, her face was still covered with a white veil, so that people could not see half of her face except for her cold eyes.

The head of the Mo Yun Sect sat opposite her, although he was wearing a navy blue robe, which seemed to be indescribably heavy.

After the trial began, after a few words of greetings from the heads of the Mo Yun faction, the head of the Moyun faction squinted his eyes and swept behind Rong Zhiwei, Sheng Chang'an, who was dressed in the regular clothes of the red sect, and spoke out.

"Can the head of the Ning Xi Sect know that a few days ago, your chief senior disciple seriously injured the disciple of my sect?"

With this tone, he had to conclude that even though the three disciples of his sect had never beaten a twelve-year-old person, he couldn't let the Ning Xi Sect be arrogant.

Rong Zhiwei said casually, and didn't look up at him, which obviously meant that I knew but I didn't care.

The head of the Moyun faction didn't understand what she meant, and pressed step by step: "The big disciple of the head of the Rong sect seriously injured my disciple of the Moyun faction first, the head of the Rong sect should give an explanation, right?" ”

Sheng Chang'an, who was standing behind Rong Zhiwei, couldn't hold back, and opened his mouth and said: "It was they who seriously injured my master first, what happened if I taught me a lesson?" ”

"When will it be your turn to speak." The head of the Mo Yun Sect frowned.

Rong Zhiwei raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand to stop his intention to continue, sneered twice, and said like quenching ice ballast, "What? Don't face is face, don't you want face in this seat? ”

"You..."The head of the Mo Yun Sect was choked for a moment: "How can you say that." ”

"Why can't you say that? Master Mo wants this seat to give you an explanation, doesn't he just want this seat to get your face back? ”

Straightforward enough.

Although everyone here knew that the head of the Moyun Sect meant this, she was the only one who said it as straightforwardly as Rong Zhiwei.

"This seat.." The head of the Mo Yun Sect wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by Rong Zhiwei.

She raised her voice and said: "The stubborn disciple went down the mountain to practice, and met three disciples of the Moyun faction, so he thought about the exchange and exchange of the sects. ”

Compared with the head of the Mo Yun faction, Rong Zhiwei's words can be regarded as completely blocking the road, people just want to save face, but she did this to tear off most of the Mo Yun faction's entire face.

You must know that the chief disciple of the head of the Ning Xi Sect was only twelve years old, and he seriously injured two inner disciples and one outer disciple of the Mo Yun Sect alone.

However, Rong Zhiwei is such a temperamental person, she has always been arrogant, and it is impossible for her to ask for softness with anyone.

As soon as she said this, everyone at the interrogation looked at the head of the Mo Yun Sect with the eyes of a joke.

"Master Mo can summon those three disciples to the interrogation meeting and ask them if what this seat said is true."

She's very short-guarded!

It is that they are disrespectful when they speak first, and if they ask the reason and they will not be able to answer, then they will not dare to argue for the sake of discussion.

Although everyone in the immortal world knew about this rumor, only these three fools said it in front of the chief disciple of the head of the Ning Xi Sect.

Sheng Chang'an, who was standing behind his master, had a warm smile in his eyes, although he had to pretend to be serious on his face.

Although Shizun was sometimes extremely severe, he was not ruthless at all, and the two times he was severely punished did not really punish him heavily, and in the end, he was gone.

Sheng Changan likes Shizun from the bottom of his heart, not just relying on it.

In the five-year sect competition of the Ning Xi Sect, the inner disciples who have reached the age of fifteen and the outer disciples are separated at the same time, and the penultimate ones are forced to go into retreat for two years.

The head of the Ning Xi Sect and the two elders sat on the chairs on the side, watching the disciples compete.

Sheng Changan didn't bring his own sword, but only took the fan with red plums on a white background and went to the competition platform.

Nineteen-year-old Sheng Changan is already a head and a half taller than Rong Zhiwei, in the past he was still the boy who could be picked up by her, but now he is childish and very demonic.

Sheng Chang'an, who was dressed in red clothes and tight-sleeved sect clothes, stood on the competition platform, the waist-length three thousand green silk was rolled up high with a red hairband, a little tear mole at the end of the peach blossom eyes, and between the eyebrows, it was a kind of romantic charm.

He saluted respectfully: "Agreed, second senior sister." ”

Sheng Changci smiled and said, "Senior brother agrees." ”

Then, he looked at Rong Zhiwei, who was in the top seat, and winked and smiled at his master.

Looking at this demonic apprentice who was almost raised by herself, Rong Zhiwei pretended to look away lightly, and took him with her when she was three years old, and now, it is the sixteenth year.