Immortal Voices

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Because of Rong Xian's coquettish manipulation, Feng Yan couldn't gather the depression in his heart.

He said helplessly: "Master, if the seventh prince returns to Rongguo and does something extraordinary, can Master give him a chance for the sake of his disciple?"

"Yes." Rong Xian slowly blinked her eyes and said slowly. She rubbed the edge of the teacup, slightly tilted her head to look at Feng Yan, thought for a while and revealed a faint smile: "Only one chance."

Feng Yan frowned and said gratefully: "Thank you, Master."

Rong Xian sighed calmly: "I have always been kind to others, and I mostly walk around the world as a doctor. I didn't expect that in Yan'er's heart, my teacher is actually a ruthless person, and I won't even spare your friends."

Her face was as carefree and charming as ever, but what she said in her mouth did not sound like that: "As a teacher, I always feel that if I don't do something, I will be sorry for your kindness."

Feng Yan's expression froze.

Rong Xian chuckled softly and said, seemingly truthfully, "Don't be afraid, I'm just joking."

Feng Yan laughed dryly and did not answer.

When he first met his master in the lower realm, he thought he was just an ordinary well-meaning doctor. When he met him for the second time in Guitou City, he thought his master was just a remnant soul and became his disciple out of pity.

When he came to the Zhongqian Realm and heard the legend of his master, Feng Yan had only one thought: Has the master turned it on?

It was only then that he realized that the master's majesty overwhelmed the world and was so powerful that it shocked the world.

After hearing too many stories about his master, the weak and harmless impression in Feng Yan's consciousness was slowly replaced by something as deep as an abyss.

That's why he was worried that his master would hurt his friend.

After all, no one can be sure of the emperor's thoughts.

Rong Xian lowered her eyes, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

That's all, I never thought that Feng Yan would completely trust her.

She slowly stood up from the boat, looked at the lake below and said leisurely: "How many of the three wonders of Daxia have Yan'er seen?"

Feng Yan's expression became even stiffer. He had only told Su Yuyang and Jia Yang about coming to Daxia to experience the three unique things.

How did Master know?

Could it be that Master was always by his side at that time?

Feng Yan couldn't tell how he felt, he just felt uncomfortable.

He was very grateful that his master gave him the sword manual, and he respected his master from the bottom of his heart.

But this feeling of always being watched made him feel like he was not trusted by his master.

It's very uncomfortable.

Of course, he did not completely trust the Master, or he did not completely trust the Master's methods.

When she makes plans to achieve a certain goal, she may even include herself in the scheme.

Being a disciple is really not a big deal.

Because of this, Feng Yan was on guard against his master in these matters.

But he 100% trusts the master's thoughts towards him, and the master will definitely not hurt him.

It sounds contradictory to say it, but in fact it is just that much to understand.

Just like #I don’t believe in your character but I believe in your principles#.

However, in this respect, Feng Yan is also #outperforming his master and better than his master.

For example, now, Feng Yan took out a small mirror from his arms.

As soon as his Yuan Power was input into the mirror, the figures of Su Yuyang and Jia Yang appeared in it.

Rong Xian came over to take a look, and said in a sparse and ordinary tone: "Have you put a spirit on them?"

This so-called spirit division is a secret method collected in the sword canon.

You can separate a strand of your own consciousness into the energy of heaven and earth and store it anywhere.

It's not of much use, but it can collect intelligence within ten miles.

It is equivalent to a modern listener and monitor integrated into one.

Feng Yan said calmly: "They are all my good brothers. They are unfamiliar with Daxia, so I must make plans for them. The release of the spirits is just for safety."

Rong Xian nodded in understanding, sighing in her heart that her apprentice was quite protective and controlling.

Cang Tian: "...Zai Zai, in what capacity do you say this?"

Rong Xian pondered for a moment and then said, "It's probably the senior's identity."

Cangtian: "Be more confident and remove the 'probably'."

Rong Xian was not angry even after being scolded. She also praised the sky very well: "Yan'er's behavior of monitoring people is clearly my style. This apprentice is my true disciple. I am very relieved."

Heaven:…

Heaven has no choice but to admit that this is really #不家不进家门#.

In addition to not having his master's hobbies of being a drama queen, Feng Yan was very similar to his master in his serious and official-like character and his habit of being offended by others.

Obviously Feng Yan didn't stay with Rong Xian for long, but the extent of the impact was only the same as that of Rong Yu.

No one else has this weird influence like Zai'er.

Rong Xian was silent for a moment, then spoke with emotion: "This is inheritance~"

Heaven:…

Sorry, I have an upset stomach.

Oh, it doesn't seem to have human organs.

But it doesn’t matter, just describe the feeling.

It doesn't matter that Cang Tian is hiding. Rong Xian looked at Feng Yan and said in a rather curious tone: "Did you give the Seventh Prince a spirit?"

Feng Yan nodded, then shook his head.

Without waiting for Rong Xian to ask, he looked regretful and said: "The Seventh Prince originally had a spirit in his body. I heard him say that Xia Zi summoned him, so he took back the spirit in order to prevent Xia Zi from finding out."

Cang Tian: Nothing to say.

After Feng Yan finished speaking, he answered Rong Xian's first question: "San Jue disciples only saw Jiu Di Ji."

I still went to see him with the Seventh Prince.

Feng Yan smacked his lips and said with a smile on his face: "This Jiu Di Ji is as beautiful as a fairy, with a graceful figure..."

Just as he was speaking, Feng Yan paused for a moment, his eyes delicately passing over Rong Xian.

After all these years, why is Master still like a teenage girl who hasn’t grown up yet?

Rong Xian hesitated for a moment, then reached out and knocked on Feng Yan's forehead. His stiffness and unfamiliarity could be seen in his behavior.

But that doesn't cover up the gentle intimacy that goes into it.

"What are Yan'er thinking about, huh?" Rong Xian lowered her voice, with an indescribable danger at the end.

Feng Yan shrank his neck, laughed twice, and continued hurriedly: "Anyway, that Jiu Di Ji is very beautiful."

Rong Xian sat back in her original position, holding her chin in her hands and thinking thoughtfully: "Do you want to be the consort?"

Feng Yan regretted, "But I'm late. I heard that Jiu Di Ji has someone to belong to."

Rong Xian was really surprised this time. With Jiu Di Ji's noble status and famous reputation all over the world, isn't it good to be aloof?

Maybe when her brothers fight for the throne, she, the fisherman, will gain in the end.

Even if this opportunity is too vague - after all, she, the Nine Emperor Princess, is not the crown princess, but just an emperor princess, and the emperor princess has no inheritance rights.

But if all the brothers died and she was the only one left alive, it would be impossible for the heir not to choose her.

It was impossible for Xia Zi to hand over Nuo Da's power to others.

This Jiu Di Ji is still too small.

She is entangled in love and hate in this mortal world. Once she has the power, she will directly **** the person she likes back to the palace. She can have as many beloved people as she wants.

Doesn’t it smell good?