After packing her things, Rong Xian picked up the medicine box and walked out of the medicine hall.

She closed the door, and as soon as she turned around, a cold wind blew, making the tip of her nose feel a little chilly.

She looked up at the sky and said in surprise: "Is it snowing?"

Rong Xian has not seen snow for thousands of years. Whether it is the Holy Mountain or Xuanhua Mountain, it is like spring all year round. After a thousand years, Rong Xian saw another snowflake. Rong Xian couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at the girl with a softer breath, Yun Youfeng couldn't help but said: "Do you like snow very much?"

Rong Xian curled her eyes: "I like it."

Of course she will like it. Is there anything in this world more duplicitous than snow?

On the surface, it is pure white and clear, and it is so clean that people like it. But when you mix it with soil, it becomes so dirty that it is hard to see.

Yun Youfeng's expression was a bit complicated: "Just like it." Only people with pure and kind hearts like this pure color.

He felt a little sentimental for no reason, five winters had passed, and the child back then had grown into a big girl.

Rong Xian raised her eyebrows and smiled: "No wonder it's a little cold."

Yun Youfeng glanced at the thin clothes on his body and realized that the person in front of him was not proficient in magic, so he felt cold.

Fearing that Rong Xian would catch typhoid fever from the cold, he quickly took her back to his residence and felt relieved.

After Yun Youfeng left, Rong Xian stood in front of the window wearing a cloak and listened to the sound of falling snow outside. The warmth in her eyes dissipated, and her pursed lips made her look colder than ice and snow.

In this cold snowy night, no one knew what she was thinking.

"...Qu Lang, is there anything strange about Nanzhou Guitucheng?" Rong Xian suddenly spoke up, her expression a bit complicated, seeming to be nostalgic and sad.

The middle-aged man or Qu Lang's figure walked out of the shadows and responded respectfully: "Sir, there is nothing unusual in the city on the way home. Lord Hanxi has always sent people to guard it."

He has been confused about this queen since he followed her five years ago. Call her ruthless. She has personally saved countless people over the years. Call her kind. Call her a good person. She will never die when she meets someone he doesn't like.

He would not save him even if he wanted to save him, and he would show no mercy even if he ordered the execution of traitors. It was too unpredictable.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he does what his master tells him well.

Qu Lang looked at his nose and heart, only waiting for Rong Xian's instructions.

Rong Xian was silent for a long time, until the sky gradually became brighter and the snow stopped falling, then she said: "Go check the Yuxiao Sect and give me all the information within three days."

Now that she has arrived in Dongzhou, she will also stay for a while for medical treatment. Dongzhou is the territory of Yuxiao Sect, and she will not go wrong if she knows more about it.

"Yes, sir." Qu Lang turned into black mist and disappeared into the room.

Rong Xian stayed in this small town for five days, until she was sure that Yun Youfeng's injuries were all healed, and then she sent him away to continue traveling alone.

She has been practicing medicine and has formed many good relationships. Therefore, the entanglement of karma has been loosened recently, and her suppressed cultivation has relaxed a bit. She is on the verge of a breakthrough. At this critical juncture, she will not let anyone follow her.

On the roof of the medicine hall, Yun Youfeng stood there and watched Rong Xian's figure go away.

To you, I am just one of the many sentient beings you have saved, but to me, you are the master of my suffering.

Alas, that's all, since you don't want me to follow, I won't follow.

But I believe that we will meet sooner or later.

Yun Youfeng tiptoed and flew away.

The moment he disappeared, Rong Xian, who had already left far away, suddenly turned around, with the most gentle smile on her lips, which made people feel inexplicably chilly in their hearts.

After leaving the town, Rong Xian continued to go in another direction, which was a place she had never set foot in before and was under the jurisdiction of Yuxiaomen.

The sky was slightly bright, Rong Xian had just approached the town, and happened to encounter the people in the city running towards the richest family in the city, and they all took their families with them.

Out of curiosity, she asked the middle-aged man beside her: "Brother, I wonder what you are doing in such a hurry?"

The man glanced at Rong Xian and found that she had a good temperament and a gentle manner. He hurriedly said: "She must be a foreigner at first glance. There was an immortal master in our town a hundred years ago. She was from the Zhao family, the richest man."

Seeing that Rong Xian was listening attentively, the man said proudly: "The Zhao family can be said to be the patron saint of our town. From then on, every ten years the Zhao family's immortal masters will send people to select talented people in the town.

His disciples go to cultivate immortality, this is a matter of honoring the ancestors."

"Today is the ten-year anniversary, right?" Rong Xian said with a gentle voice as she looked at the lively scene.

The man nodded: "Yes, the girl came at the right time to witness this rare scene."

Rong Xian was indeed very interested. Although she had already read the collected information, it was quite exciting to see such a flamboyant way of recruiting disciples with her own eyes. She seemed to be curious and asked: "Who is that immortal master?"

From the sect?”

The man looked at her in surprise and said, "Didn't I just say that? It seems that I didn't say that our immortal master is from the Yuxiao Sect."

"It turns out to be the Yuxiao Gate. Brother, can I follow you and have a look?" Rong Xian asked tentatively.

The man smiled heartily and said, "Of course, let's go together."

After saying that, he and Rong Xian followed the crowd to Zhao's house.

The courtyard of the Zhao family is very large, and hundreds of children from the town can stand in it without feeling crowded at all.

Rong Xian stood together with other people, watching everything in the courtyard intently.

After all the children stood up, several rays of rays of light fell from the sky and landed on the high platform.

"Quiet." A person holding a folding fan said softly.

He didn't put much effort into speaking, but it seemed to ring directly in everyone's mind.

The people of Yuxiao Sect were all dressed in aqua-colored brocade robes, and each of them was graceful and looked extremely arrogant.

Of course they have reason to be arrogant, because they have money, strength, and people to support them.

Different from the roughness of sword cultivators, Dharma cultivators pay more attention to the exquisite quality of life.

If the sword cultivator says, "Come and fight if you don't accept it," then the method cultivator says, "Wait a minute, I'll draw a talisman first."

Anyang tapped his palm with his fan and nodded slightly to the second junior brother in black and brocade robes beside him: "Let's get started."

Lu Yuan cupped his hands and said, "Yes, senior brother."

He waved his hand, and each of the three junior brothers beside him took a spar for measuring spiritual roots, stood in front of the three groups of children, and asked each child to press his hand on the spar.

When the crystal does not respond, it will get the sentence "No Spiritual Root", which means that the child has no chance of immortality.

When the crystal appears in other colors, it means that the child has spiritual roots that can be cultivated.

For example, green means that it has wood spiritual roots and can practice wood magic; for example, red means that it has fire spiritual roots and can practice fire magic.

After the test of hundreds of children, only ten had spiritual roots, and among these ten children, not one had superior spiritual roots.

Rong Xian faintly heard the envy of the people around her for families with children with spiritual roots, and the frustration of her own children who did not have spiritual roots.
Chapter completed!