Towering mountain peaks stand, the surrounding glow is flickering, the aura is abundant, and occasionally you can see the sword light piercing the sky, this is where Xuanhua Mountain is located.

Xuanhua Mountain is the most prestigious sword cultivation sect in the secular world, and alongside it is Yuxiao Gate, which is a gathering place for law cultivation, and most of the disciples in the door are array cultivators and Fu cultivators.

If the Holy Mountain is a holy place in the eyes of monks, then Xuanhua Mountain and Yuxiao Gate are holy places in the eyes of mortals.

At this time, the head of Xuanhua Mountain was sitting cross-legged in the practice room to heal the children in front of him.

After he finished his work, Yang Ming, the eldest disciple on the side, lightly put the child on the bed and asked with concern: "Master, your face is not very good, is there anything wrong with this child?"

Tsinghua Zhenren stood up and looked at the child on the bed, and sighed: "When I brought her back from Shiqiaojian for my teacher, the entire Shiqiaojian had been burned by a fire, and this child was the only one alive. When I was treating her just now, I found out that her meridians were damaged, and her five organs were injured, which hurt the roots. ”

"Master is saying that this kid can't cultivate?" Yang Ming asked in surprise.

Qinghua Zhenren turned around and walked to the window, and the scene of the child leaning against the tombstone seemed to emerge in front of him: "The teacher will do his best to heal her injuries, but even if she can cultivate, she can only practice the technique of warming her body, not the sword." ”

Shaking her head, Qinghua was humane: "That's it, as long as she is alive, she will be my third disciple in the future, your little junior sister." ”

Yang Ming had no objection to his master's decision: "Yes, master. ”

At this moment, the two sensed the fluctuation of the breath on the bed, and when they looked back, they saw that the child on the bed had opened their eyes.

After Rong Xian woke up, she felt that her body was very comfortable, and even the injury was relieved a little, she looked at the white gauze tent above her head, and blinked blankly, she was used to changing places after waking up.

Looking sideways, the young man she had seen in Shiqiaojian before was standing in front of her.

"Are you still uncomfortable when you wake up?" asked Tsinghua softly.

Rong Xian shook her head, her clear phoenix eyes were full of doubts: "Where is this?"

Tsinghua Zhenren touched her forehead and found that it was no longer hot, so she replied: "This is Xuanhua Mountain, and you will live here in the future." ”

Xuanhua Mountain, the only sword cultivation sect in the outside world.

"My name is Tsinghua, you will call me Master in the future, what is your name?" Tsinghua Zhenren suddenly thought that he didn't know the name of the little apprentice, and hurriedly asked.

Rong Xian struggled to get up and salute, but was pressed down by Tsinghua Zhenren: "Your injury is not yet healed, lie down first, and the teacher doesn't care about those false courtesies." ”

After Rong Xian lay down, she said with a little joy: "Back to Master, my name is Rong Xian." ”

She was already short of a place to stay, and Tsinghua Zhenren took her in, which was really sleepy and sent a pillow.

"Rong Xian, it is easy to understand the heart, and it is difficult to rest the heart, and the heart is idle everywhere, this name is good, very Zen. Qinghua Zhenren touched her head and said, "This is the only thing your relatives left to you, and Master won't give you a path number." ”

Rong Xian bent her eyes and nodded with a smile.

After Qinghua Zhenren left with his eldest disciple Yang Ming, Rong Xian sat up, her phoenix eyes were slightly blind, and the corners of her lips were raised, giving people a sense of warmth and purity inexplicably.

"It seems that there is no need to leave again in the short term. Her tail note went up, obviously the same voice, but if she changed it slightly, it was completely different from the previous well-behaved, but a little evil.

In another realm, the Holy Mountain Hao Heavenly Immortal Sect.

"Yu Xiu, you must run fast and don't turn back. ”

Who, who's talking.

"Yu Xiu, you promise me that if I'm not here, you must live well. ”

Are you talking to me?

"Yu Xiu, you must protect the two stone dolls. ”

Stone doll?!I will, I will definitely protect it.

"Yu Xiu, live, you must live......"

Who are you and who are you?

The boy on the bed opened his eyes suddenly, and the cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows was even more red, making him a little more noble and extraordinary.

He stepped down from the bed, looked at the scenery outside the window, and subconsciously took out two small stone figures from the purse around his neck, with two doubts between his eyebrows, and muttered softly: "Yu Xiu...... Are you calling me? Who are you? ”

In the blink of an eye, he had forgotten all about his dream.

"Stay for a long time, you are in good health, why are you standing at the window blowing the wind again. A woman in a complicated green dress walked in with a medicine bowl in her hand and looked at him with a gentle expression.

The child put the little stone figure back, came to the woman's side, looked up and asked, "Senior Sister Pink Lotus, do you know why Master gave me this name?"

Fan He put the medicine bowl on the table, thought for a while, and said, "At that time, after the sect master brought you back, he found that you had amnesia, and your performance was too premature, and the eyebrows were stunned with a touch of cinnabar. As the so-called love is deep and long-lived, wisdom will be hurt, so the sect master named you for a long time, it is difficult to stay in the world, and the fairy road will stay forever, I hope you can live in peace. ”

She touched the child's head and said, "The sect master asked you to take his surname because he wanted you to inherit his mantle, okay, you are still young, don't think about it so much now, drink the medicine first." ”

Shen Jiuliu nodded, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all.

"It's amazing, I'm not afraid to drink medicine for a long time. Fan He praised.

Shen Jiu left a conscious voice and said, "Xiaoxian is not afraid of drinking medicine. ”

After speaking, I was suddenly stunned, who is Xiaoxian?

"Who are you talking about, a former friend of yours?" asked Fan He, confused.

Shen Jiuliu shook his head, there was a hole in his heart that couldn't be filled, and he said in a difficult voice: "I don't remember......"

He didn't remember anything, but the voice in his dream made him feel a kind of overwhelming grief.

As long as he thought that he didn't remember that person, he couldn't erase the deep regret and pain in his heart, as if he had promised to protect that person but didn't.

"Jiuliu, what are you in a daze, look at your face is not good, is there something uncomfortable?" Fan He touched his little face and asked worriedly.

Shen Jiuliu took a step back, shook his head and said, "I just can't think of what happened before, and I just feel a little sad." ”

Fan He comforted softly: "Don't be sad, didn't the sect master say it? You will only lose your memory when you are greatly stimulated, and when your cultivation is high in the future, you will naturally remember what you used to be." ”

Shen Jiuliu nodded: "I know Senior Sister, I will work hard to cultivate." ”

"Senior brother. A crisp voice came.

Shen Jiuliu looked back, and the little girl with two pigtails poked her head out of the door and looked at him, her bright eyes full of curiosity.

In a trance, there seemed to be the same girl who called out in a warm voice: "Yu Xiu." ”

"Senior brother. Shen Jiuliu came back to his senses only to find that the girl had come to him at some point.

Shen Jiuliu asked suspiciously, "Are you?"

Fan He smiled on the side and said, "This is the Grand Elder's granddaughter Lily of the Valley, who also worships under the sect master, and entered two days earlier than you. ”