Chapter 30: Uncle

Seeing Rong Xian leave, Qing Yi was relieved, obviously a doctor with poor skills, how to give him the pressure to repay the city master.
He invited two monks who were higher monks and instructed: "The two of you are here. If Doctor Rong has any needs, he must do well."
"Yes," the two responded in unison.
Inside the room, Rong Xian stood in front of the window and stared deep outside.
The man just said that Qingbo would rush back in three days. It seems that Qingbo attaches great importance to his wife and asked him to drive back from the holy mountain.
After being prepared to bathe in water, Rong Xian took the medical book and placed it on the soft collapse just in case. She turned around and sat cross-legged on the couch to urge the Emperor Jian's blood to transform her blood.
In the early morning of the third day, Rong Xian, who was practicing, suddenly opened her eyes, picked up the medical book next to her, her body was crooked, and she was lying on the couch lazily.
She flipped slowly through the book in her hand, as if looking very seriously.
But for a moment, a knock came outside the door: "Doctor Rong, are you awake?"
Rong Xian responded and said, "Come in."
The servant girl opened the door and saw that Rong Xian was looking at the medical book. She quickly lowered her head and said, "Doctor Rong, the owner of the city has already returned to the house, and please come to the hall now."
Rong Xian put down the book and said kindly, "You wait outside for a while, I'll change clothes and go."
The niece exited obediently and waited outside the door. When Rong Xian came out again, the white robe on her body had been replaced with purple silk.
She followed behind the niece and walked slowly, even though she really wanted to see the city lord, she could not see the urgency.
Outside the hall, the guards on both sides bent over to show respect.
Rong Xian's footsteps paused because she found an acquaintance in the hall.
The little wolf cub who used to follow behind the condensation moon now seems to have grown up.
Rong Xian walked in calmly, as if the pause just now didn't exist.
Qingbo greeted him in a crimson city suit, with a pale smile on his face with a warm smile: "Doctor Rong is here. I have been looking forward to this seat for two years, and finally I am looking forward to you."
Rong Xian's eyes lingered on his face for a moment, and his eyes were blinded to hide the emotions in his eyes. The breath of this person is very similar to the group of Shi Qiaoyu 13 years ago, but also a little different. Can it be two people?
She sighed slightly and said, "The way Uncle‘ expects people ’is extraordinarily interesting.

Uncle?
Qingbo looked at Rong Xian with suspicion, and then tentatively asked, "Are you a disciple of Xuanhuashan?"
Rong Xian tilted his head slightly and said, "The real teacher Tsinghua is a real person. Because his disciples' body is not suitable for practicing swords, he changed his medical practice. He has not returned to Xuanhua Mountain for eight years now."
She turned her words and looked at Qingbo more sincerely: "When I was a child, Master once mentioned Uncle, and the person who did not want to chase and disciple the disciples for two years is actually you. If you show your identity as soon as possible, the disciples will not bother you with everything Come in person. "
Speaking of the words "surrounding and blocking", the atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing.
How embarrassing Qingbo was, he didn't feel comfortable, he didn't mention it for a while, he was surprised, and went straight down the donkey and said, "The original famous doctor Rong is a teacher and nephew. bright."
He turned to sit on the main seat and stretched out his hand inviting: "Nie Rongshi also sat down, so he had a chance to meet. The nephew would have to stay with me for a longer time."
Rong Xian picked up the tea cup on the table, and said with a smile: "Of course, I'm sorry I'm sorry for the trouble of layout."
When she met this time, she was very disappointed with the uncle.
I thought it was a cruel and aggressive man. I didn't expect that cruel and craziness was real, but he was narrow-minded and difficult to be a great tool. The road of martial arts has been narrowed by him. Without accident, this life will not break through. No wonder he is so anxious about the sword emperor. blood.
Qing Bo's face sank, and his powerful momentum spread throughout the living room. Even the guard standing outside the door knelt on the ground in horror.
Rong Xian's face did not change, she sat so quietly in the seat, her dark eyes watching the undulating tea in the cup, with a calm and gentle attitude.
It is not a disguise on the surface, nor is it a habit that comes from the family environment, but a kind of strength that is revealed from the deepest part of the soul. It is a powerful force that is not afraid of life and death. Great compassion.
Rong Xian remained calm, but sighed in her heart, all these momentums came out to show ugliness, did not see the little wolf behind him taunted.
Qingbo didn't know how stupid his behavior was in the eyes of others. He looked at Rong Xian's eyes with a little admiration, and his momentum converged, saying, "Your master taught you very well."
Rong Xian put down her tea cup and raised her eyebrow with a smile. Her temperament was gentle and gentle. During this short period of time, she showed an excellent education. She raised her hands with an ancient ink scroll-like elegance: "You have won the prize."
Qingbo hesitated, and said, "I'll ask my nephew to accompany me to a place for a while."
Rong Xian sighed: "Uncle directly ordered that the disciples would never refuse you."
After chatting for a while, the people who had been behind Qingbo felt bored and left.
Only then Qingbo took Rong Xian into the study and opened the office. Behind the study was a very deep secret room. The air-conditioning from the secret room flashed Rong Xian's eyes, and he seemed to be uncomfortable to close his clothes.
Well, Rong Xian really can't forget that he is an old lady who fights five dregs.
Qingbo took her cloak from one side with a wink, and said apologetically, "I was negligent, and I forgot that the skill of the nephew is not high enough to resist the cold air here."
Rong Xian took the cloak and put it on his body, thanked him and went into the ice room.
There was an ice bed in the ice room, and the woman in a long pink dress lay there quietly, as if asleep.
She is surrounded by snowdrops, she is like a fairy.
"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Qingbo walked to the ice bed, and stretched out her hand, stroking the woman's face, asking foolishly.
Rong Xian nodded, indeed, this woman is beautiful.
Qingbo stared at the woman for a while before returning to God: "This is my wife Zeng Shui, who was out of order for a while, and made the teacher and nephew laugh."
Rong Xian smiled with a forgiving smile, and thoughtfully shifted the topic: "Uncle sent disciples here to treat his wife."
Qingbo nodded and said, "Shuier has been lethargic for 20 years. At that time, I had a lot of enemies in my youth, causing Shuier to be dying. In these years, I have used all means to maintain her vitality. "
More importantly, Zengshui's vitality can not last long.
Rong Xian thought for a moment, a fingertip bounced, and a silver thread popped out of his hand wearing a silver needle and tied it to Zeng Shui's wrist.
Her fingertips rested on the silk thread, her brows were calm and safe.