Qingbo squeezed out a smile and said, "It's good that my nephew is happy, you have always been alone, and I can rest assured if I have friends." ”

He asked, as if casually, "What's your friend's name?"

"Shen Jiuliu. Rong Xian glanced at him without a trace, and said with a light smile: "Uncle Shi, his name is also very good, right?"

Qingbo twitched his cheeks, who wants to know if his name is good or not.

He couldn't help but praise: "It's very good, why didn't the master and nephew bring people back, such a heavy rain outside makes people leave alone, and it is a loss of hospitality." ”

Rong Xian blinked and said innocently: "Jiuliu has his own things to do, so he didn't come." ”

"Then the next time you run into him again, remember to bring someone back. Qingbo said impatiently.

Rong Xian looked up at him, with a little doubt in her eyes, and pretended to ask, "Uncle Shi...... Seems to care about this friend of mine. ”

Why did Qingbo care about Shen Jiuliu, she knew better than anyone that this person was just coveting her things.

Qingbo's eyes flashed, and he picked up the elder shelf and said, "This is the first time that my nephew has praised someone in front of me, so I can't help but be curious." Besides, my nephew is pure and kind, and my uncle will always check for you, don't let some ill-intentioned people hurt you. ”

Rong Xian sighed and said, "Uncle Shi, I believe in my own vision more than your checks. ”

This seemed to be a joke, which made Qingbo's eyes sink, and he said lightly: "My nephew is still young and has little experience, so it is inevitable that he will be used by someone with a heart." ”

Rong Xian lowered her eyebrows and smiled lightly, looking like she was very talkative: "Uncle Shi also knows that I have been traveling outside alone for eight years, and I have seen enough. Uncle Shi, don't worry, I won't let people take advantage of me. ”

The meaning of these words was very obvious, and Qingbo also heard it, he looked at Rong Xian deeply, and threw his sleeves away.

If he hadn't needed Rong Xian now, he would never have left such an uncontrollable person here.

After Qingbo left, Rong Xian's figure turned, looking at the direction he left, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his strong momentum made the water droplets on the leaves explode with a bang.

"My stuff is not something that any cat or dog can make. She muttered softly, the coldness and disdain in her tone particularly obvious.

She carefully laid out, tried step by step, and didn't alarm anyone to take the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor into her pocket, how could she let Qingbo, a fool, do something bad.

That's it, the slaughter of Shiqiaojian has this person involved, so he should leave it to Yu Xiu.

No, it should be a long stay.

The rain never stopped, it was getting late, and when Rong Xian was about to fall asleep, she wanted to meet Shen Jiuliu on a whim.

During the day, the green dress was wet by the rain, she changed into a purple skirt covered with silver veil, and held an umbrella to follow the prohibition on the stone doll.

Halfway down, she stopped, and the corners of her mouth rose a lot.

Hawkers, Uncle Shi is really not at ease with her, and he sent so many people to follow her secretly.

When she came to a pavilion, she put down the umbrella lightly, took out a jade flute from her sleeve and blew it.

The melodious and melodious sound makes people can't help but be intoxicated, as if swimming in the sea, flying in the vast blue sky, and suddenly the flute sound turns, like the mother's low murmuring ballad at night, which makes people relax and fall into a deep sleep.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and Rong Xian's consciousness swept over the people lying on the ground sleeping in the rain, bent over and held the umbrella, and walked forward unhurriedly.

As for how these stalkers are, tsk, who cares if they die.

I thought that Shen Jiuliu would live in a nearby inn, but who knew that he would run into a poor and ruined temple.

Listening to the sound of pain coming from inside, Rong Xian's face did not change at all.

She paused for a moment, then turned and walked in the other direction, and after a long time, she returned unhurriedly.

She placed her umbrella outside the ruined temple, lifted the hem of her skirt and walked in.

As far as you can see, you will see a broken stone statue. On the hay next to the stone statue, Shen Jiuliu lay there with a pale face and cold sweat on his forehead.

Rong Xian came to his side, squatted down and took his hand to take the pulse seriously.

Except for the churning of qi and blood, there is nothing serious.

She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, then pressed the index finger of her right hand on the center of Shen Jiuliu's eyebrows, and with the help of the aura in the water spirit bead, circles of obscure and mysterious power escaped from her fingertips.

The essence blood of the Sword Emperor sealed in the cinnabar mole slowly entered the Wood Spirit Bead along this obscure power, but in a moment, a small half of it had been recovered.

Suddenly, a thick and desolate breath quickly drilled into her body along Rong Xian's fingertips.

The wood spirit bead in her body shook suddenly, Rong Xian's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

She looked at the gray power flowing in her blood and exclaimed in surprise, "Cursed power?!"

When he looked at Shen Jiuliu again, Shen Jiuliu's frowning brows had been soothed, and the boiling qi and blood had calmed down.

The rumors are indeed true, the people of the Yu clan will suffer the pain of devouring their hearts when they get the essence blood of the Sword Emperor.

With a wave of her sleeves, the curse dissipated instantly, and the blood on the ground flew out with the dust.

Wiping away the blood from her mouth, she took out a Qi Replenishing Pill from her sleeve and stuffed it into Shen Jiuliu's mouth, her fingertips quickly tapping on his acupuncture points.

Seeing him sleep peacefully, Rong Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

Her hands quickly sealed, and the invisible light passed through Shen Jiuliu's body as if it was alive, dragging out the gray power in his body one by one.

One after another was exposed to the air and was directly annihilated by Rong Xian.

The power of the curse is very terrifying to others, but for Rong Xian, who has the Wood Spirit Bead, this is just a tonic to enhance her strength, and she doesn't want to dislike this tonic too low-grade.

The Wood Spirit Bead will devour all power, purify it and feed it back to its owner.

With the Wood Spirit Bead here, the power of the curse couldn't be simpler.

After the curse power in Shen Jiuliu's body was expelled, Rong Xian's hands fell weakly.

This kind of low-level spell also made it so difficult for her, but she really had to recover her strength quickly.

But with her current strength, she can only take the essence blood of the Sword Emperor once in a month, and she needs to recover all the essence blood once, and everything has to be slowly figured out.

Although the Sword Emperor's essence blood is in Shen Jiuliu's body, the power of the curse will not be completely eradicated, but it doesn't matter, the newly generated curses will not appear too frequently, and it will not affect Shen Jiuliu's combat power.

What she was worried about was that Shen Jiuliu's strength had been greatly reduced because of the power of the curse, and she was captured by people who coveted the essence blood of the Sword Emperor, and at that time she had to find a way to save people, it was too troublesome.

Looking at the slight light outside, Rong Xian stood up and came to the outside of the broken temple, and the heavy rain had stopped at some point.

Breathing in the fresh air, she picked up the jade flute and played a tune that she hadn't played for thirteen years.

"Xiaoxian, you are so amazing, this song is so good, what's the name?"

"It's called a urchin, do you like it?"

"The song is good, but the name is not good, and I'm not a naughty boy. ”

"You can only call it a naughty boy. ”

"It's okay to call the naughty boy, but you'll have to blow it on me again. ”

The cheerful flute sounded in his ears, Shen Jiuliu slowly opened his eyes, and murmured softly: "Naughty boy......"