Rong Xian's clear and clean eyes stepped forward with a gentle smile, she didn't say hello to the people buried here, but squatted down and dug a few pits that were not deep or shallow.

She planted the flowers in her arms in the pit with a serious look, carefully filled in the soil, and mobilized the vitality in the wood spirit bead to make the flowers grow better.

After planting the flowers, she took two steps forward, came to the tombstone behind the flowers, reached out and touched the tombstone, blinked mischievously, and said softly: "Patriarch, I came to see you again, this year's flowers will be given to you, after all, everyone else has them, and you have been waiting for thirteen years." ”

Rong Xian sat cross-legged on the ground directly, and she didn't dislike her clothes being stained by the soil, she held a small flower in her hand that couldn't be seen, and said with a smile: "Patriarch, you must have guessed it, right, I said before, as long as I don't see Yu Xiu, I will give the flowers in my hand to others, and I will give you the flowers this year, you must have guessed that I saw Yu Xiu." ”

The smile on her face is like a warm spring wind, warm and comfortable, and her phoenix eyes are clear and clear, like a vast sky, with shocking tolerance.

She spoke in a warm and melodious tone, as if she was telling a happy story, which made people's hearts warm into a puddle of water: "Patriarch, you must not know what Yu Xiu has become now. That kid was naughty when he was a child, he couldn't sit still, like a thorn in his buttocks, you had a headache for a long time and didn't bother to teach him, but now Yu Xiu has become very stable. ”

Rong Xian shook the flowers in her hand, and said with emotion: "Yu Xiu's temperament is a little cold, after all, I grew up in an unfamiliar place, so it doesn't hurt to be cold." But I still like the way the kid used to jump up and down, stupid and stupid, and a bully. ”

She stared at the flowers in her hand, and her voice fell, but with her back to Lu Yuan's faces, her expression looked bored, and even a little indifferent: "It's a pity that now, Yu Xiu doesn't remember me, and he doesn't remember the Yu family, he forgot his surname, forgot his roots, and forgot you." ”

Then her tone became happy again, and her mood changed quickly like a child: "It's better to forget, forget him, you don't have to bear the hatred of extermination, you don't have to suffer because of the loss of your relatives, and you don't have to run around to find the murderer to avenge you." ”

"Yu Xiu is very powerful now, his cultivation is very high, and he can protect me. I heard that he is the young sect master of their sect, so you don't have to worry about no one to protect him in the future. Without your protection, he has grown up very quickly. ”

Speaking of this, Rong Xian's expression was a little lonely, and there was a hint of sadness in her soft tone: "When I was a child, we were together without separating each other, and we played with each other, but when we grew up, we became people from two worlds, and he had his own responsibilities, and I also had things that I couldn't let go." ”

She looked up at the tombstone, her expression was gentle, and her eyes were bright without a hint of gloom: "Patriarch, thirteen years have passed, we have all grown up, you can rest assured, Yu Xiu and I can take care of ourselves." ”

She babbled a lot, talked about her first meeting with Yu Xiu, told interesting things between the two, and said that Yu Xiu now has many girls who like it, but she didn't mention Yu Xiu's current name from beginning to end.

Ling Jun, who was squatting not far away, approached Lu Yuan without a trace, and asked in a low voice, "Who is Yu Xiu?"

Lu Yuan glanced at him lightly, raised his chin, and said, "People from the Yu clan." ”

"Nonsense. Ling Juncong rolled his eyes and whispered: "Of course I know that Yu Xiu is a member of the Yu clan, what I want to ask is what Yu Xiu's current identity is, who he is, and where is he." ”

Ling Jun never expected that the Yu family would survive two people back then, one was carrying the essence of the Sword Emperor in the Ming, and the other was in the dark.

Lu Yuan replied coldly: "I don't know." ”

Ling Juncong: "I guess you don't know. ”

Lu Yuan glanced at him with disgust, knowing that he still asked, is he sick.

Rong Xian, who was sitting in front of the tombstone, took the words of the two into her ears, and her expression couldn't help but smile.

Just like that, the two of them came to spy on her, and she really thought she was an ordinary doctor.

Of course, Rong Xian didn't deliberately eavesdrop on the two of them, who made her divine sense too powerful, and the two of them didn't mean to hide it at all.

Seeing that the two of them were chatting too intently and didn't pay attention to her anymore, Rong Xian's nagging also stopped.

With a slight force in her hand, the flower just now instantly turned into powder and disappeared.

Hawkers, the end of the reminiscence.

At this time, the whole world was surging, and the news of Rong Xian's return to the Yu clan spread strangely throughout the entire small thousand worlds.

At the same time, Rong Xian's unpredictable poisoning methods are also famous all over the world, after all, not any ordinary doctor can make the monk unknowingly tricked.

But everyone was not too jealous of Rong Xian, nor did they promote people as big devils.

After all, Rong Xian is just a mortal, and it is impossible to say that she robbed other people's things, if she arranged someone to be a demon, it would really be a joke, not to mention that Rong Xian did not have that strength, that is, Rong Xian used to practice medicine to save people or now she has brought down the monks, and her hands are not stained with blood.

Such a person with a soft heart and weak strength can be coaxed casually, isn't the essence blood of the Sword Emperor still handy?

Therefore, the most important thing is not Rong Xian, but the question of belonging after obtaining the essence blood of the Sword Emperor. And this issue has not been decided since the appearance of the Sword Emperor's essence and blood, and no one has retreated half a step since all the forces have played out their brains.

They finally decided to rush to the land of the Yu clan to take care of Rong Xian, and before they decided to belong, the essence blood of the Sword Emperor was preserved with Rong Xian.

The essence blood of the Sword Emperor was in Rong Xian's hands, as simple as probing for something.

Shen Jiuliu walked towards his home with the waves of scattered cultivation up the mountain, yes, the home he had forgotten.

He didn't remember what that place looked like, and every time he remembered it, it was a blanket of blood and wailing, and the voice of a girl who couldn't see clearly to live.

He had forgotten the past, and he had never remembered it, and perhaps he would have thought of something when he walked into the clan.

Shen Jiuliu followed this group of loose cultivators silently, and learned from their conversation that Rong Xian's current situation was fine, and he breathed a sigh of relief slightly.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was a loose cultivator beside him who was also relaxed.

This person is dressed in a blue robe, he is not very old, but the majesty around him is very heavy, his serious face is expressionless, and he holds a sword that exudes cold air in his hand, giving people a sense of stability and reliability.

When Shen Jiuliu looked at the man, the man also noticed Shen Jiuliu.

After all, regardless of appearance or temperament, Shen Jiuliu is very eye-catching, a white robe is like a fairy, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows shows his outstanding demeanor, but the cold temperament suppresses the red dust brought by the cinnabar mole, making him like a fairy outside the sky.

"Is this young man also looking for the Sword Emperor's essence blood?" Yang Ming walked over and asked first.