Yangming couldn't sit still anymore. It was not difficult to hear from the master's words that everyone in the whole world now knows that the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor are on the little junior sister. This is simply an enemy of the world!

"Master, I want to find my junior sister back." Yang Ming asked for his order.

Tsinghua did not reject him, but instead ordered earnestly: "It is your teacher who has this intention. If you don't know your junior sister's whereabouts when you are a teacher, but now you are very clear."

His fingertips gathered together, and a ball of light bounced into Yangming's sea of ​​consciousness. Yangming took a closer look and realized that it was a map.

"Your junior sister will definitely go to Shiqiaojian. You will wait for her when you go there. Take the person back and tell her that she will be my disciple of Tsinghua one day, and she will always be my disciple. No matter what happens, Xuanhua Mountain will protect her." Qingbo finished.

Yangming immediately responded: "Yes, Master."

After saying goodbye to Tsinghua, Yangming packed up his things and prepared to leave Xuanhua Mountain.

Si Xin had just finished practicing swords, and before she could go back to her room, she heard the disciples in the mountain gate talking.

At first she was surprised by the birth of the Sword Emperor's essence and blood. When she heard that the Sword Emperor's essence and blood were on Rong Xian, her heart thumped. When she heard that the master called the eldest brother and asked the eldest brother to go down the mountain to find the young junior sister who had been away for eight years, she was completely blown up. She didn't care about her image at all and ran towards Yangming's room quickly.

Yangming had just packed up his things when the door was knocked open with a bang. When he looked back, he saw Sixin running over and questioning him: "Senior Brother, are you going to find Rong Xian?"

Yangming frowned and said unhappily: "Second Junior Sister, how can you be so rushing like this?"

Si Xin pursed her lips and said aggrievedly: "I'm also anxious. Senior Brother, I have heard that everyone is spreading the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor on Rong Xian. If you bring her back to the sect, isn't this causing us disaster? Senior Brother, you should also think about the safety of other disciples of the sect."

"Stop." Yang Ming shouted in a deep voice: "The younger sister is also the master's disciple, and we are our fellow junior sister. If you don't like her, she is also my disciple of Xuanhua Mountain."

He approached Sixin step by step, and the momentum around him pressed against Sixin without any concealment. It was obvious that he wanted to teach this young sister who was speechless: "The most important thing among her classmates is unity. If something happens, she will abandon her classmates, and Xuanhua Mountain will be destroyed from the root."

Yang Ming's tone was extremely heavy: "Si Xin, the junior sister has never been sorry for you. No matter why you don't like her, I hope that Xuanhua Mountain can be united in the face of this critical moment. Even if you die, you must be ashamed of being unintentional."

After saying that, he picked up his bag and walked over to the sect, turning into a sword shadow and heading towards the stone bridge stream.

Since the news of the sword emperor's essence and blood became an open secret, the entire Xiao Qianjie has remained calm. It seems that the news is just a joke. Everyone is firmly sitting on Diaoyutai, and no one takes action.

But the darkness was turbulent, and countless people were looking for news about Rong Xian. The tense and solemn atmosphere enveloped the sky, depressing and deep, as if it could explode at will.

At night, in the town thousands of miles away from Shiqiaojian, there was no light in the sky, but this town was particularly lively.

Rong Xian was wearing a green skirt and silver gauze. Her long hair was scattered behind her back. A white ribbon tied her hair loosely. She tied her purse with a faint fragrance of medicine around her waist. She walked slowly on the street in her sleeves with her hands in her sleeves, and she came to an inn with a clear goal.

Standing at the door, the waiter warmly welcomed her in: "Customer, please invite me. The food in our store is the most affordable and the most delicious in the whole town. Today, the owner is here, and the dishes cooked from his kitchen make people linger."

Rong Xian looked at the man holding the wine jar with a scholarly atmosphere. Time seemed to treat him particularly well. After more than ten years, there were no wrinkles on his face, but his aura became more steady and restrained, and he looked very elegant and handsome like a child from aristocratic families.

"That person is your boss." Rong Xian's tone was gentle, and although he was a questionable tone, he was extremely sure.

The waiter followed her gaze and nodded quickly and said, "That's right, the girl has such a good eye. That's our shopkeeper."

As if he could sense Rong Xian's gaze, the man turned his head and faced a pair of clean and bright phoenix eyes. He subconsciously took two steps forward, but bumped into the guest beside him.

The man said apologetically: "Sorry, this hero is distracted."

The 'Hero' laughed loudly and didn't care: "It's okay, I'm a rude man, and I'm worried that the flesh on my body will hurt you if it's too strong."

The man couldn't help laughing and curled his lips: "I will make the hero's dishes by myself for a while, just treat it as apologizing to the hero."

After comforting the man, the man turned around and looked at the place before, but found nothing.

He touched his chest in a daze. What was the feeling of affection and familiarity just now?

He couldn't figure it out and didn't delve into it. He turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Today, many people are coming for him, and he has to do the business in the store first.

After the waiter took Rong Xian to the private room, he put down the kettle in his hand and said, "Girl, this is the white water you want. The food will come up in a while. Please wait for a moment."

Rong Xian took out a piece of silver and handed it to him, and said with a bent eyebrow: "Don't worry, I don't mind waiting for a while and let your boss cook some home-cooked vegetarian dishes."

The waiter weighed the silver in his hand and smiled. The girl was really generous: "Yes, yes, then please wait a little longer. I will bring it to you immediately when the food is ready."

"Thank you." Rong Xian said kindly.

"No, no, no." The waiter happily retreated with a blushing face and closed the door of the private room.

Rong Xian sat by the window, raised her hand and added a cup of tea to herself, and sipped slowly.

After drinking a glass of water, she looked at the figure kneeling in the corner, and her voice was not undulating at all: "Since the matter has been done, we will do it according to the plan, disperse all the people, find all the bed bugs hidden in the dark for me, dig three feet into the ground, dig the graves and whip the corpse, do your best to not miss anyone."

She didn't want any other fish that missed the net to come to her for revenge several years or even hundreds of years later. Those guys who only hiding in the dark and shooting arrows were so disgusting.

Qu Lang responded tremblingly. Thinking of another headache, he gritted his teeth and replied: "Lord, Master Hanxi and Master Yu met, and they still targeted each other."

Not only were they targeting each other, they wanted to kill the other party. Of course, he was talking about Venerable Hanxi. On the contrary, Young Master Yu was always tolerant of Venerable Hanxi's behavior, but he would occasionally take action.
Chapter completed!