Chapter 18: Ling Gen

After packing, Rong Xian picked up the medicine chest and walked out of the medicine hall.
She closed the door and just 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 hasn't seen snow for thousands of years. Whether it is the sacred mountain or Xuanhua Mountain, it is like spring all year round, and after a thousand years, he sees a flood of snowflakes.
Looking at the girl with a softer breath, Yun Youfeng couldn't help but said, "Do you like snow very much?"
Rong Xian's eyes narrowed: "Like."
Of course she would like it. Is there anything more discerning than snow in this world?
The white surface is pure and clear, and it is clean and lovable, but when you mix it with the dirt, it is dirty and hard to see.
Yun Youfeng's look is a bit complicated: "Just like it." Only people with pure minds like this pure color.
He was inexplicably sentimental. Five winters had passed, and the child had grown into a big girl.
Rong Xian raised a smile and said, "No wonder it's a bit cold."
Yun Youfeng glanced at the thin clothes on his body, which reflected that the man in front of him was not proficient in the art, so he felt cold.
Fearing Rong Xian's typhoid fever, he quickly brought people back to his residence, only to be relieved.
After Yun Youfeng left, Rong Xian stood in front of the window listening to the sound of snow falling outside, wearing a cloak, the warmth at the bottom of her eyes disappeared, and the corners of her lips made the whole person look colder than ice and snow.
In this cold snowy night, no one knew what she was thinking.
"... Qulang, is there anything different in Guizhou from Nanzhou?" Rong Xian suddenly said, her look was a bit complicated, she seemed to miss, and she was sad.
The figure of a middle-aged man or Qu Lang emerged from the shadows, respectfully replied, "Return to Lord, there is no difference in Returning to the City. His Holiness has always sent someone to guard him."
He has been following the Lord five years ago and has never been able to understand the Lord, saying that she is fierce, and has saved countless people for so many years. Tell her that she is good, and meet people who are not pleasing to the eye and say that she will die if she doesn't save her, and she will be merciless when she orders her to be executed.
But anyway, as long as he handles the things that the master confesses.
Qu Lang eyes and noses and hearts, all waiting for Rong Xian's order.
Rong Xian was silent for a long time, until the sky became clear and the falling snow would stop. This was the saying: "Go to Yuxiao Gate and give me all the information within three days."
Now that she has arrived in Dongzhou, she will stay for some time to see a doctor. Dongzhou is the site of Yuxiaomen. She knows more and will not go wrong.
"Yes, sir." Qu Lang turned into black mist and disappeared into the room.
Rong Xian stayed in this town for five days, until it was determined that Yun Youfeng's injuries were all good, and then he was taken away to continue his journey alone.
She has been practicing medicine and has formed a lot of good destiny. Therefore, the entanglement of karma has been loosened recently. She has been repressed to relax a bit and is at a breakthrough point. 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 a part of all sentient beings you have saved, to me, you are my bitter master.
Alas, since you don't want me to follow, I won't follow.
But I believe we will meet sooner or later.
Yun Youfeng tiptoeed and flew away.
The moment he disappeared, Rong Xian, who had left a long way away, suddenly turned back, and the most gentle smile aroused in the corner of his mouth, but it made people inexplicably cold.
After leaving the town, Rong Xian continued to go in the other direction, a place she had never set foot in, under the jurisdiction of Yuxiaomen.
The sky was slightly bright, and Rong Xian had just approached the town, and just happened to meet the people in the city and ran towards the richest family in the city, all of whom dragged their mouths.
Curious, she asked the middle-aged man around her, "This elder brother, I don't know why you are in a hurry."
The man looked at Rongxian, and found that she was of good temperament, talked softly, and said busyly: "A girl is a foreigner when she looks at it. In our town, a fairy teacher was born 100 years ago, who is the richest man in the Zhao family."
Seeing Rongxian listened carefully, the man proudly said: "The Zhao family can be said to be the patron saint of our town. Since then, every ten years the Zhao family's immortal master will send people to select talents in the town. Disciples went to cultivate immortals. This is a matter of Guangzong Yaozu. "
"Today is the ten-year period." Rong Xian said softly, watching the lively scene.
The man nodded: "Yes, the girl came at the right time to see this rare scene."
Rong Xian is really very interested. Although I have already seen the collected information, it is quite exciting to see such an open way of recruiting disciples. She looks curious and asks, "Which is the immortal master?" Martial? "
The man gave her a surprised look and said, "Did I not say just now? It seems that I didn't say it. Our fairy teacher is Yu Xiaomen."
"It turned out to be Yu Xiaomen, this elder brother, can I follow it?" Rong Xian asked tentatively.
The man said with a hearty smile: "Of course, go, let's go together."
He Rongxian followed the crowd and went to Zhao's house.
The courtyard of the Zhao family is very large, and hundreds of children in the town are not crowded at all.
Rong Xian stood with the other people and stared at everything in the courtyard.
After all the children stood up, a few rays of light fell from the sky and landed on the high platform.
"Quiet," said a softly holding a folding fan.
It didn't take him much effort to speak, but it seemed to ring directly in everyone's mind.
The people at Yuxiaomen were all dressed in water-colored brocades, and they were all personable and proud.
Of course they have reasons to be proud, because they have money, strength, and people are holding them.
Unlike Jian Xiu's rough, the practitioners pay more attention to the exquisite quality of life.
If Jian Xiu is ‘not convinced to fight’, then Fa Xiu is ‘wait, I ’ll draw a charm first’.
Anyang knocked on the palm with a fan and nodded slightly towards the second brother in black robe: "Go ahead."
Lu Yuan arched, "Yes, brother."
He waved his hand, one of the three masters around him took a spar for measuring the root of the spirit, and stood in front of the three teams of children, each of them pressing their hands on the spar.
When the spar does not respond, he will get a ‘No Spiritual Root’, which means that the child has no connection with Xiandao.
When other colors appear in the spar, it means that the child has spiritual roots to cultivate.
For example, green means that you have wood roots and you can practice wood-based techniques; red means you have fire-roots and you can practice fire-systems.
Of the hundreds of children, only ten had spiritual roots after the test, but none of the ten children had superior spiritual roots.
Rong Xian faintly heard the envy of the surrounding people for the families with Ling Gen children, and the frustration of their children without Ling Gen.
This is the case with Xiuxian. Opportunity, understanding and qualifications are indispensable.