Immortal Voices

Rong Xian sat on the cloud chair lazily, eyes narrowed, as if already asleep.

The monk rushed from a distance stopped subconsciously.

Nothing else, just the first look at Rong Xian.

Rong Xian's looks can be said to be very delicate, but anyone who comes here at this time will not notice her appearance at first glance.

Because she has too much momentum.

At this moment she was just sitting there casually, but she seemed to have accumulated precious elegance for thousands of years.

The casual glance was more like standing on the pinnacle of this world, overlooking all beings from above.

"Come here." Rong Xian stood up slightly, looked at the person curiously, wondering why they didn't attack her, but stopped in place.

She was on alert for a long time and was ready to fight.

But a few people who didn't know her host's attitude stimulated her even more, and for some reason just didn't dare to shoot.

Rong Xian seemed to see their flinch, was silent for a moment, crooked back to the cloud chair again, and muttered in a low voice: "Counseling."

A few suggestions: "..."

I was so scolded in person, this cliff can't bear it.

They have lived for so long, and they are the best of both worlds.

So they looked at each other and went together.

Rong Xian's look was a bit ugly. She hated group fights the most.

Immediately, her body flickered, because the speed was too fast, the afterimages turned into rows of ghost images.

She has a wonderful body, and the sword has been pierced in her hand.

Her swordsmanship wasn't as powerful as she used to be, but she was a little bit chic and free.

When you really think that this sword is as beautiful as a fairy, you are instantly infected with the chill of the forest, and the blue light lingers, just like the forest of the Emperor Luo.

Faced with a sudden palm behind him, Rong Xian blocked with a sword, drawing a sword backhand.

Feng Rui's sword qi is no worse than the blade of the soldier, and it passes directly through the man's neck.

Rong Xian was a bit on the tip of her toes, and she flew up into the air.

When others thought that Rong Xian without the blade was the best to deal with, Rong Xian patted him on the chest of another person.

This palm carried a monstrous potential that directly collapsed the man's chest and died on the spot.

After solving the situation of encirclement, the remaining two are no longer a concern.

Rong Xian raised her eyes slightly, and the surrounding birds and stones were all stained with sword energy, turning into a curved bow.

Rong Xian reached out to catch the bow, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and said gently: "Although you are an unwelcome group of unwelcome guests, I still have to do my best to send you to life. Huang Quan Road, Good way all the way. "

She pulled the bow into a full moon, and the two powerful swords turned into arrows to lock the two remaining.

'Whizzing'.

Rong Xian's hand loosened, and his arrow pierced through the void with the power of the mighty force, and the next moment appeared in front of the two.

When the arrows disappeared, there was a round blood hole in their brows.

Rong Xian's figure turned into a little bit of starlight. When she reappeared, she was still sitting on the cloud chair, and her posture did not change at all.

If it weren't for the corpse on the ground, everything would have never happened before.

‘Pap, Pap, Pap’.

Very rhythmic applause sounded, and Rong Xian looked up at him.

The young man in a robe of Confucianism was standing not far away and admiring her: "The Emperor is really amazing."

Rong Xian laughed lowly, and those eyes with a light smile were so straight with the Confucian, with clear eyes, seems to be able to see through all the ephemeral ideas.

No one will be confident that he has no dark side at all, so he will not be able to face each other with such a pair of eyes that have seen through him for a long time.

Even Confucian disciples who follow the sage # 吾 日 三省 吾身 # can't.

So the Confucian took the lead to look away, and said earnestly: "Confucian disciples on the top of the earth will protect your Majesty."

With a flash of Rong Xian's eyes, His Majesty and His Majesty's stand was completely different.

People who are not Rongguo will call her Her Majesty, and Rongguo's people will only call her Her Majesty.

Does this mean that Confucianism belongs to Daotai?

Rong Xian groaned for a moment and asked, "How many Confucian disciples are in the top 40?"

The Confucian said without hesitation: "Three."

From the perspective of various forces in the four major continents, there are not many of them.

There was a smile on the Confucian's face, and his Majesty wanted to learn this news, and he should have a better impression on the Confucian.

Rong Xian opened his mouth, and in the eyes of the Confucianist, he asked, "How many other dynasties and dynasties have suppressed your Confucianism?"

The Confucian expression froze.

Say yes, reach out and not smile.

Not ...

As soon as it came up, it was revealed that this Emperor's personality seems to be # Straight #.

The Confucian stunned for a long time before he was embarrassed and said, "No."

Rong Xian sighed and asked, "Do you know why this is so much?"

The Confucian looked heavy and sat cross-legged directly. He replied earnestly: "The Confucian scholars are the most. Whether they are in the government or reclusive, they are a powerful force. In addition, the sage travels the heavens, although I do not know when Come back, but this more and more powerful forces and more and more monks influenced by Kong Sheng's thought will conflict with monarchy. "

His tone was a bit sad: "The authorities are reluctant to see such an uncontrollable and unified mind on the site gather into a line."

Rong Xian stretched out his hands and applauded. With a surprised look of the Confucian, he stretched the tone and said, "I'm not bragging about your thoroughness."

Rong Xian said simply, "In fact, from what I just said just now, # 不 被 人 文明 是 勇 才 #", and as a result you took a breath of breath, so you have added so much to yourself. "

The Confucian's face suddenly turned blue.

Kong Sheng is above, disciples are afraid that you will not be able to do what you said, "There are four ways for a gentleman: he behaves respectfully, respects his affairs, he benefits his people, and he benefits his people."

Rong Xian then said again: "But it makes sense to analyze so much just now. Are you saying so thoroughly that you intend to make you reject you?"

His Majesty raised an eyebrow and wondered, "You shouldn't be the spy sent by the enemy."

The blue tendon of the Confucian's forehead jumped: "Her Majesty the Emperor, please be careful, and here comes with sincerity."

Rong Xian walked behind the cloud chair, stretched out his hand to cover his chest, and said a little bit sadly: "I just called His Majesty just now, and the words of the words became His Majesty the Emperor. His words were so upside down and down, Your Excellency said it was not a spy. And Your Excellency is so fickle, does Kong Sheng know his elders? "

The Confucian's face turned black at the moment.

The Confucianist wanted to belong to Rongguo who did not reject Confucianism at all. He considered himself a cultivated person and took the initiative to take on this task. Who knows that Emperor Xi is such a personality that can explode popularity, but also suspects that his mind is pure. he.

It can be said that it is not # 我 本 心向 明月, how can He Mingyue Zhaogou #.

Not ...

Again, the emperor's temper is really challenging the Confucian # 君 为 臣 纲 #.

Being able to endure not to commit is a strong state of mind.

Ugh.

Before dying in the sky, Rong Xian shifted the topic and said, "Is the four of you simply protecting you from being harmed, or helping you to sit on the throne?"

The Confucian head couldn't turn around a bit, and replied subconsciously: "The Confucian was intended ..."

"Wait, what's your name?" Only now Rong Xian remembered that she didn't know her name.

Confucian: "..."

Kong Sheng was on top, and the disciples were afraid that they would kill Jun.