Seeing Rong Xian leaving, Qing Yi breathed a sigh of relief, obviously a doctor who was not skilled in magic, how could he put more pressure on the city lord.

He summoned two monks with high cultivation and ordered, "You two stay here, if Doctor Rong needs anything, be sure to do it." ”

"Yes. The two responded in unison.

Inside the house, Rong Xian stood in front of the window, looking out with deep eyes.

The man just said that Qingbo would rush back in three days, and it seems that Qingbo attaches great importance to his wife and asked him to rush back from the holy mountain desperately.

After letting people prepare water for bathing, Rong Xian took a medical book and put it on the soft collapse just in case, she turned around, sat cross-legged on the couch and urged the Sword Emperor's essence blood to transform her own blood.

In the early morning of the third day, Rong Xian, who was cultivating, suddenly opened her eyes, picked up the medical book next to her, her body was crooked, and she was already lazily lying on the couch.

She slowly flipped through the book in her hand, as if she were reading it very seriously.

But after a while, there was a knock at the door: "Doctor Rong, are you awake?"

Rong Xian replied and said, "Come in." ”

The maidservant pushed open the door and saw that Rong Xian was looking at the medical book, so she hurriedly lowered her head and said, "Doctor Rong, the city lord has returned to the house, please come over in the hall at this time." ”

Rong Xian put down the book and said with a kind attitude: "You wait outside for a while, I'll change my clothes and go." ”

The maidservant obediently withdrew and waited outside the door, and when Rong Xian came out again, the white robe on her body had been changed into a purple and silver veil.

She followed behind the maidservant, walking slowly, and even though she wanted to see the city lord, she could not see the slightest eagerness.

Outside the hall, the guards on either side bent down in respect.

Rong Xian's footsteps paused, because she noticed an acquaintance in the hall.

The little wolf cub that used to follow behind Condensing Moon now seems to have grown up.

Rong Xian walked in calmly, as if the momentary pause just now did not exist.

Qingbo greeted him in a crimson city lord suit, with a slightly pale face and a warm smile: "Doctor Rong is here, I have been looking forward to it for two years, and I finally hope for you." ”

Rong Xian's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, lowering his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes, this person's aura is very similar to the group of people in Shiqiaojian thirteen years ago, but it is also a little different, could it be two groups of people?

She sighed slightly and said, "Uncle Shi's way of 'looking forward to people' is particularly interesting. ”

Teacher?

Qingbo looked at Rong Xian suspiciously, and only after a long time did he say tentatively: "You are a disciple of Xuanhua Mountain?"

Rong Xian tilted her head slightly and said: "The family teacher, Tsinghua Zhenren, because the disciple's body is not suitable for sword training, he changed his medical path, and now he has not returned to Xuanhua Mountain for eight years. ”

She changed her words, and looked at Qingbo more sincerely: "When I was a child, Master once mentioned Uncle Shi, and the person who never wanted to chase and intercept the disciple for two years was actually you, if you reveal your identity as soon as possible, the disciple will not trouble Uncle Shi to calculate in every possible way, and will come to the door in person." ”

When the words 'encirclement, pursuit, and interception' were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became very embarrassing, okay.

Qingbo was embarrassed and uncomfortable, not mentioning it for the time being, he stiffened his surprise on his face, and went down the slope directly and said: "It turns out that Dr. Rong, who is famous all over the world, is a nephew, and his nephew has outstanding ability, and I, who is an uncle, also have a bright face." ”

He turned around and sat on the main seat, stretched out his hand and invited: "Senior nephew Rong also sits, I finally met, and my nephew will stay with me for a longer time." ”

Rong Xian picked up the teacup on the table and said with a smile: "Of course, otherwise I'm sorry for Uncle Shi's bothered layout." ”

At this meeting, she was very disappointed with this uncle.

I thought he was a ruthless hero, but I didn't expect that being ruthless was true, but he was narrow-minded and difficult to become a big weapon, the road of martial arts has been narrower and narrower for him, and he will not break through in this life if there is no accident, no wonder he is so anxious about the essence of the Sword Emperor.

Qingbo's face sank, and the powerful momentum around him spread throughout the living room, and even the guards standing outside the door knelt on the ground in horror.

Rong Xian's face did not change, she sat in her seat so quietly, her dark eyes looked at the ups and downs of the tea leaves in the cup, and her attitude was calm and gentle.

It is not a superficial disguise, nor is it a habit that comes from the family environment, but a kind of wind and bone revealed from the deepest part of the soul, a kind of strength that is not afraid of life and death, and a kind of great compassion that regards all things as nothing, or as the equality of all things.

Rong Xian's face was silent, but she sighed secretly in her heart, all this kind of momentum was taken out to show ugliness, didn't you see that the little wolf cubs behind her were mocking.

Qingbo didn't know how stupid his behavior was in the eyes of others, he looked at Rong Xian's eyes with a hint of appreciation, and his momentum was all reined, and said, "Your master taught you very well." ”

Rong Xian put down the teacup, raised her eyebrows and smiled, her temperament was gentle and gentle, and the short time she spent together revealed an excellent upbringing, with an ancient ink painting-like elegance in her gestures: "You have won the award." ”

Qingbo hesitated and said, "I will ask my nephew to accompany me to a place in a while." ”

Rong Xian sighed and said, "Uncle Shi directly ordered that the disciple would never refuse you." ”

After the two chatted for a while, the person who had been following Qingbo found it boring and left.

At this time, Qingbo took Rong Xian into the study, turned on the mechanism, and behind the study was an extremely deep secret room, and the cold air coming from the secret room made Rong Xian's eyes flash, and she gathered her clothes as if she was uncomfortable.

Hawkers, Rong Xian really can't forget that she is a big lady who is a scumbag.

Qingbo took the cloak from the side and gave it to her with great eyes, and said apologetically: "It was my negligence that I forgot that my nephew's skills are not high, and I can't resist the cold and icy atmosphere here." ”

Rong Xian took the cloak and draped it on her body, thanked her and followed her into the ice room.

There was an ice bed in the ice room, and the woman was lying there quietly in a pink dress, as if she was asleep.

Surrounded by snowdrops, she was like a fairy.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Qingbo asked stupidly as he walked to the edge of the ice bed, reached out and stroked the woman's face.

Rong Xian nodded, indeed, this woman is very beautiful.

Qingbo looked at the woman obsessively for a while before coming back to his senses: "This is my wife Zeng Shui, who lost her temper for a while just now, which made my nephew smile." ”

Rong Xian smiled tolerantly and thoughtfully changed the topic: "Uncle Shi asked the disciple to come here to save Mrs. ”

Qingbo nodded and said: "Shui'er has been asleep for twenty years, when I was young and vigorous, I made a lot of enemies, and Shui'er was involved in dying, and I have used all means to maintain her life over the years." ”

What's more, Zeng Shui's vitality can't last long.

Rong Xian thought about it, and with a flick of her fingertips, a silver thread with a silver needle popped out of her hand and tied to Zeng Shui's wrist.

Her fingertips rested on the silk thread, and her brow was calm and serene.