After packing up her things, Rong Xian carried 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, and the tip of her nose was a little cold.

She looked up at the sky and was surprised, "It's 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, she saw a sprinkling of snowflakes again, Rong Xian couldn't help laughing.

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

Rong Xian bent her eyes: "I like it." ”

Of course she would like it, is there anything more different in this world than snow?

On the surface, it is pure white and clear, and it is clean and lovely, but when you mix it with the dirt, it is dirty and difficult to see.

Yun Youfeng's expression was a little complicated: "It's good to like it." "Only those who are pure in heart like this pure color.

He was inexplicably a little sentimental, five winters had passed, and the child 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 then realized that the person in front of him was not proficient in magic, so he felt cold.

Afraid of Rong Xian's typhoid fever, he quickly brought the person back to his residence, and then he was 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 the corners of her mouth pursed made the whole person look colder than ice and snow.

In this cold and snowy night, no one knows what she is thinking.

“...... Qu Lang, is there anything strange about Nanzhou's return to Tucheng?" Rong Xian suddenly spoke, her expression was a little complicated, as if she was nostalgic and sad.

The middle-aged man, or Qu Lang's figure, walked out of the shadows and replied respectfully: "Lord Hui, there is nothing wrong with returning to Tucheng, Venerable Hanxi has always sent someone to guard it. ”

He has been ignoring this lord since he followed him five years ago, saying that she is ruthless, and she has saved countless people by herself over the years. Let's say that she is good, when she encounters someone who is not pleasing to the eye, she says that she will not save her if she sees death, and she will not save her when she orders the execution of traitors, which is too unpredictable.

But it doesn't matter, he just needs to do what his master explains.

Qu Lang looked at his nose and nose, and only waited for Rong Xian's orders to do things.

Rong Xian was silent for a long time, until the sky was getting brighter and the snow was about to stop, then she said, "Go check Yuxiaomen and hand over all the information to me within three days." ”

Now that she has arrived in Dongzhou, she will stay for some time to see a doctor. Dongzhou is the territory of Yuxiaomen, and she will not be wrong if she knows more.

"Yes, sir. The waves turned into black mist and disappeared into the room.

Rong Xian stayed in this town for five days, until she was sure that Yun Youfeng's injuries were all healed, and then he continued to travel alone.

She has been practicing medicine and has formed a lot of good karma, so the entanglement of karma has loosened a little recently, and her suppressed cultivation has relaxed a little, and she is at the threshold of breakthrough, and at this critical juncture, she will not let anyone follow.

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

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

Well, since you don't want me to follow, I won't follow.

But I believe that sooner or later we will meet.

Yun Youfeng tiptoed a little and flew away.

At the moment when he disappeared, Rong Xian, who had already left far away, suddenly turned around, and the corners of her mouth hooked up with a smile that was the most gentle, but it made people feel chills in their hearts inexplicably.

After leaving the town, Rong Xian continued in the other direction, a place she had never set foot in before, under the jurisdiction of the Jade Sky Gate.

The sky was slightly bright, and Rong Xian was just approaching the town, just when she ran into the people in the city running towards the richest family in the city, and they all dragged their families.

Curious, she asked the middle-aged man beside her, "This big brother, I don't know what you are doing in a hurry?"

The man glanced at Rong Xian and found that she had a good temperament, spoke softly, and said busily: "The girl is a foreigner at first glance, there was an immortal master in our town a hundred years ago, and he is the richest man from the Zhao family." ”

Seeing that Rong Xian listened carefully, the man said proudly: "The Zhao family can be said to be the patron saint of our town, since then, every ten years, the immortal master of the Zhao family will send people to select talented disciples in the town to cultivate immortals, this is a matter of glory to the ancestors." ”

"Today is the ten-year period. Rong Xian looked at the lively scene and said softly.

The man nodded: "That's right, the girl came at the right time to see this rare scene." ”

Rong Xian was indeed very interested, although she had already seen the information she had collected, it was quite exciting to be able to see with her own eyes such a flamboyant way of recruiting disciples, she asked curiously: "Which sect is that immortal master from?"

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

"It turned out to be Yuxiaomen, this big brother, can I go and have a look?" Rong Xian asked tentatively.

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

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

The courtyard of the Zhao family is very large, and the hundreds of children in the town standing in it do not look crowded at all.

Rong Xian stood with the other people, looking intently at everything in the courtyard.

When all the children were on their feet, a few rays of light fell from the sky and fell on the high platform.

"Quiet. One person held a folding fan and said softly.

It didn't take much effort for him to speak, but it seemed to ring directly in everyone's head.

The people of Yuxiaomen were all wearing water-blue brocade robes, all of them with graceful demeanor and arrogant expressions.

Of course, they have reason to be arrogant, because they have money, strength, and some are held by others.

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

If the sword cultivation is 'disobedience to the battle', then the law cultivation is 'wait, I'll draw a talisman first'.

An Yang tapped his palm with a fan, and bowed slightly to the second junior brother in the black brocade robe on the side: "Let's start." ”

Lu Yuan arched his hand and said, "Yes, senior brother." ”

He waved his hand, and each of the three junior disciples around him took a hedron to measure the spiritual root, stood in front of the three teams of children, and asked each child to press his hand on the spar.

When the spar does not react, it will get a sentence of 'no spirit root', which means that the child has no connection with the fairy path.

When the hedron appears in other colors, it means that the child has a spiritual root to cultivate.

For example, green means that there is a wood spirit root and can practice wood spells, and red means that there is a fire spirit root and can practice fire spells.

Out of the hundreds of children, only ten of them had a spiritual root after the test, and none of these ten children had a high-grade spiritual root.

Rong Xian faintly heard the envy of the surrounding crowd for the family with the child with the spiritual root, and the frustration of her own child without the spiritual root.

This is the case with cultivating immortals, chance, understanding, and qualifications are indispensable.