After Rong Xian walked for a while, she suddenly stopped, turned to meet a pair of smiling eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, this person really didn't hide it at all: "Why do you keep following me?"

An Yang shook his fan, and was suave: "The so-called fair lady, the gentleman is good." The girl's appearance makes my heart break. ”

The fan unfurled, obscuring the playful starry smile at the corner of his mouth.

Rong Xian pursed her lips, as if smiling: "Anyang, the chief disciple of Yuxiao Sect, is really famous, it is better to meet." ”

The smile on the corner of An Yang's mouth froze, he didn't expect to flirt with someone on a whim, and he would know his identity, and it was likely that this person was a friend of one of his acquaintances, An Yang's cheeks twitched and asked, "Who are you?"

Rong Xian slowly let out a soft and pure smile: "I am Rong Xian, the third disciple of the head of Xuanhua Mountain. ”

Anyang: "!!"

Anyang: "Xuanhua Mountain?!"

It turned out to be a sword cultivator, and he subconsciously took two steps back, lest he hear the words 'disobedience to fight'.

But when he came back to his senses, he realized that the little disciple in front of him who was the head of Xuanhua Mountain would not start fighting without saying a word, she looked different from all sword cultivators.

She has no sword on her body, and she has no sword energy, her hands are very clean and tender, only a cocoon for holding a pen, and no cocoon for practicing swords.

Her aura was also too peaceful, too warm, completely different from Jian Xiu's cold and hard aura.

An Yang twitched the corners of his mouth for a while, and suddenly smiled when he looked at Rong Xian's delicate face, his eyes were full of joy: "I didn't expect the little disciple of the head of Qingbo to be a doctor, tsk, there is a rare outlier in sword cultivation, this joke is enough for me to laugh for a few years." ”

He didn't doubt Rong Xian at all, no matter who it was, as long as you saw Rong Xian, what you could feel was definitely her heartfelt warmth and sincerity, and whatever she said, your first reaction would always be to believe it.

Rong Xian has this ability to make everyone trust her.

"Practicing medicine to save people is my life's wish. Rong Xian replied seriously.

Such a serious posture made An Yang choke for a moment, and he sighed: "Rong Xian, you are really admirable." ”

The arrogance of the monk is in the bones, and the pride is in the soul, which is not a pretentious gesture.

Because the power has already distinguished them from mortals, mortals have hurried for several years, and monks are different, monks fight with the heavens, if they cultivate the immortal body, a thousand years are like a moment, a thousand years.

Time stopped in their bodies, sickness turned away from them, and they watched the suffering of all beings, sitting high on the ground and sitting on the clouds.

Just like people don't care about ants, have you ever seen anyone busy with an ant?

So An Yang admires Rong Xian, because Rong Xian really thinks about these ordinary people, she saves everyone from the heart, and that kind of warmth even he can't help but want to be close.

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

Feelings are sometimes so unreasonable, they come unexpectedly, and people are unprepared. At that glance, it was as if I was enchanted, and I sank involuntarily.

Rong Xian glanced at him in surprise: "Excuse me." ”

"Why? am I not good enough, or do you distrust me? Or is it a difference in sect?" An Yang was extremely aggressive for a while.

Rong Xian smiled, looked at the streets where people came and went, listened to various sounds mixed into a song of red dust, and smiled gently: "It's just that I wasn't tempted." ”

"But we must be the most suitable, I don't care about the high and low, I can let go of my pride and pride, and I can accompany you to redeem the suffering of all souls. "Anyang worked hard for himself.

Rong Xian couldn't help laughing: "It doesn't have to be together, Senior Brother An has such a heart, and the blessing of the people is also." ”

She was not alarmed, because she knew that this man was only interested in a false face.

An Yang's eyes sank, and all the gaffes were taken back, because he understood that Rong Xian was rejecting him very seriously. There is no trace of tactfulness in the refusal, and there is no mercy in the categorical way.

In just a few words of conversation, An Yang saw Rong Xian's nature very thoroughly.

She has the great compassion of a healer, and she saves all beings with compassion, and because of this, her love is great love, so in the face of her personal love, she calmly refuses, and her eyes are tolerant and kind, just like an elder looking at a child who is vexatious.

She doesn't care about other people's kindness and malice, she doesn't care about other people's worries, she abandons all her feelings like a shoe, and she is still like a fairy, detached from the ordinary.

"That's it, Rong Xian, I'm leaving, take care. An Yang suddenly felt a pain in his heart and turned to leave.

It's not that I give up, but I stay in the bottom of my heart.

Such a person is not suitable to be a wife, only suitable to be placed in the clouds.

Seeing An Yang turn away, Rong Xian didn't get angry, didn't refute, just rubbed her forehead, seemed to be very distressed, and smiled helplessly.

An Yang's confession was just a small episode, Rong Xian stayed in the town for half a month, and after half a month, she left here and continued to travel to the next place.

She had barely walked out of town when she saw a man covered in blood in the middle of the road. The man looked extraordinarily vicissitudes, and he was still carrying a burden on his body, and although he was unconscious, he still held the burden as if he was holding his own life.

The man only has one breath left, and if he doesn't save it, he will definitely die.

Rong Xian could see it very clearly, the smile on the corner of her mouth remained unchanged, and her expression calmly and gently strode to the man's side, and then stepped over.

Her steps did not pause for half a minute, and her back did not hesitate, she was still free, as if human life on the ground was nothing to her.

In this posture, she became more and more gentle, gentle and cruel.

After she left and couldn't save him, the man died, and a team of men in black took the burden from the man, cut the man's neck with a knife and left.

The whole space was quiet again, and after a while, Rong Xian suddenly walked out from the side, her eyes stopped on the headless corpse on the ground, and her eyes deepened: "Tsk, it's really a trouble." ”

Thankfully, she didn't save anyone, and she didn't want to get involved in any of the incidents now.

"My lord, do you need your subordinates to do anything?" Qu Lang said quietly.

Rong Xian glanced at him lightly, and said casually: "Deal with the tail, don't let anyone implicate me, and don't make unnecessary movements other than that." ”

"Yes, sir. Qu Lang hurriedly responded.

Rong Xian nodded, clasped her hands in her sleeves and left unhurriedly, this time it was a real departure, and she never looked back.

Year after year, place after place, where people need Doctor Rong Xian the most, they will go, and there is no ambiguity in saving people's lives.

It has been eight years since she left Xuanhua Mountain, and in these eight years of practicing medicine, Rong Xian seems to have abandoned the coldness and ruthlessness of being a demon lord in her previous life, and the years have made her more gentle and graceful, but those eyes are as vast as the abyss and the sea, and an invisible sense of alienation envelops her body, making her seem to be a world of her own.

It's close in front of you, but it's like it's far away in the clouds.