Chapter 91

It was a peaceful, even warm meal.

The warm yellow light that was not glaring at all was shining from above his head. Rong Jing watched his aunt come up and take away the used dishes and chopsticks. He then felt a wave of fatigue coming over him.

Maybe it was because of the box of mellow milk in the car.

Or maybe it’s because the feeling of “home” is so soft and relaxing.

Rong Jing sat in his seat with his eyelashes drooping slightly.

The fingertips were lifted up and kneaded gently and slowly.

Rong Jing could feel those subtle, clear touches coming from his hands, and could feel the strength of the force used by the other party when kneading.

But suddenly he didn't want to open his eyes.

The base of my thumb was suddenly rubbed.

The warm fingertips were covered with a layer of rough calluses left by excessive use of the pen, which rubbed the delicate and thin skin so hard that it turned a light blush.

The fingers were filled again.

The other party seemed to have sensed his tacit attitude, and after clasping their fingers together for a few seconds, they slowly loosened their fingers.

The sudden cool air made Rong Jing move his fingers involuntarily.

Then someone grabbed her wrist and stroked the pulse, which was the most vigorous and fragile.

Steady and regular, Xie Xuan gently felt the unique expression of Rong Jing's life under his fingertips, and could not help but hold his hand and gently kiss it.

The refreshing and warm breath is fleeting.

"Sir, you are tired." Xie Xuan said lightly.

Rong Jing gently opened his eyes, and only then noticed that he had actually lightened his breathing without knowing when.

He responded slowly with a "hmm", and Rong Jing didn't even look up at him. Instead, he stood up with an indifferent expression, but his wrist was still held in the other's hand.

The warm and dry fingertips gently stroked it, and before Rong Jing could pull his hand back, Xie Xuanqing had already stood up and stood with Rong Jing in this posture.

"Go upstairs and rest?" Xie Xuanqing lowered his head to look at Rong Jing and asked with a smile.

Rong Jing glanced at him, but pulled his wrist out of his hand.

Xie Xuanqing paused for a moment, and before he could say anything else, the slender and thin hand that he had previously held and kneaded in his hand suddenly turned over and held his hand.

Rong Jing said calmly: "Let's go."

Although due to the position of the two people, Xie Xuanqing's hand being held was actually a little awkward, but——

This was the first time his husband took the initiative to hold his hand!

The founding emperor of Da Zhao who controlled the world with the power of life and death in his previous life, and the head of the Xie family who was also known as the evil god of the business world for his iron-fisted methods in this life, had a rare short circuit in his brain.

After two seconds of reaction, Xie Xuanqing managed to control the smile on his lips and replied, "Okay."

He went upstairs in such an awkward posture. When he reached the door of the room, Xie Xuanqing still felt a little unsatisfied.

But a hint of fatigue had already appeared between Rong Jing's eyebrows.

Yes, even if his master's cultivation is much higher than that of ordinary heavenly masters, but with that kind of magic, just looking at the reactions of those officials and the conditions of victims like Lin Yihong, you can tell that in order to integrate the fate back intact, the spiritual power and energy required will be enormous.

Sighing in his heart, Xie Xuanqing only hoped that Rong Jing would really listen to what he said today, and be a little more considerate of him when doing things in the future.

The force on the wrist dissipated.

With a "click", Rong Jing grasped the door handle of his room and opened the door a crack.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, he did not go directly into the room, but subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at Xie Xuanqing beside him.

Xie Xuanqing also came back to his senses, with a smile on his face: "Well, good night... sir."

"Yeah." Rong Jing responded indifferently, but still did not leave.

A rare hint of doubt flashed across the eyes of Patriarch Xie, and the next second, a slightly cool breath fell on his lips.

The long silver-white hair is soft, shiny and dazzling. When it is magnified and reflected in the eyes, it is as ethereal and gorgeous as the Milky Way.

Xie Xuanqing's pupils shrank slightly, and his muscles tensed unconsciously. He froze in place without moving. He could only watch Rong Jing slowly retreat, and said with drooping eyelashes: "...Good night."

The door closed in front of me and the bright moon disappeared behind the clouds.

Xie Xuanqing stood in front of Rong Jing's door for a while, raised his hand and gently wiped his lips, then laughed softly.

Although he didn't see it clearly because the movement was so fast, but when his husband just returned to the room... were his ears red?

When Xie Xuanqing thought of this, the smile on his lips deepened.

Rong Jing returned to the room, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably for a moment.

Subconsciously using his spiritual power to calm his mind, Rong Jing thought of the kiss he had just given Xie Xuan's light lips as if possessed by a ghost, and he couldn't help but purse his thin lips lightly.

Then in the next second, he reacted to the scent of Xie Xuanqing's lips that had just touched his lips, and the red color on the tip of his ear spread further.

It's just a common behavior between lovers...Xie Xuanqing shouldn't care.

Rong Jing thought so, took a deep breath, found some clothes to change, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Misty water vapor rose in the spacious bathroom, blurring the bright mirror on the washstand not far away.

After taking a shower, Rong Jing grabbed her wet long hair in her hands. When passing by the mirror, she subconsciously reached out and wiped it.

An exquisite and cold face was reflected in the mirror. Rong Jing blinked and saw the person in the mirror also blinked his eyelashes slightly.

Because she had just taken a shower, her skin, as cold and white as porcelain, was now covered with a layer of pink moistened with moisture, which somewhat alleviated the sense of coldness and alienation from the world.

As if he had thought of something, his amber eyes were like the snow-capped mountains in early spring, with a faint water color.

Between lovers...it seems like there's more than just kissing?

This question inexplicably popped up in Rong Jing's mind, and then he subconsciously suppressed it.

It turns out that I am still too tired.

Rong Jing frowned and didn't look at the mirror again, but walked out of the bathroom.

After blowing dry his wet long hair, Rong Jing turned off the light in front of the bed.

The quilt that had been dried in the sun was soft and at a suitable temperature. Rong Jing grasped the edge of the quilt with his fingertips and slowly closed his eyelashes.

A messy and gorgeous dream. Wet leaves bloom in the night.

The next morning, Rong Jing leaned against the head of the bed with a frown on his face, still with a hint of confusion from his sleep.

Although he has a cold temperament, he is not completely ignorant of human affairs. Even his master has mentioned this in the past.

But this kind of feeling... Master Rong also truly felt it for the first time.

Some of it is strange, and some of it makes people feel embarrassed and annoyed for no reason.

Pursing his lips, Rong Jing went to the bathroom to wash up again, changed his clothes, then slowly opened the door and went downstairs.

Since we've invited General Lin, Madam Wen and others to come over today, the house naturally has to be prepared.

The kitchen was busy early in the morning. Butler Chen had been staying at the Xie family villa for so many years. It was rare for him to meet Xie Xuanqing and even rarer for him to hold a banquet in the villa. At this time, he was even more dedicated and directed the servants to clean the already spotless house.

The servants who passed by walked hurriedly, with smiles on their faces that seemed to be the New Year's Day.

When they saw Rong Jing, they stopped for a moment and greeted him respectfully.

"Mr. Rong."

Although it was not stated explicitly, everyone could see the relationship between the two male owners of the house.

Just thinking of Rong Jing's status and aura, the servants did not think that Rong Jing was after Xie Xuanqing's money, and they treated him with the same respect.

In fact, although Rong Jing looked cold, he was actually not picky. The servants preferred dealing with him rather than the real head of the Xie family.

——Who told Patriarch Xie to always have an extremely stern look when facing people other than Rong Jing?

Rong Jing met their gazes, paused for a moment, then nodded slightly as a response.

While Rong Jing was washing up again, Xie Xuanqing had already gotten up and went downstairs.

He had just finished dealing with the matters from Xie's headquarters that Yue Feng had sent him this morning. He raised his hand to rub his brows and saw a tall figure standing on the stairs.

Her hair, which had always been loose, was suddenly tied back, with a strand of hair hanging down by her temples, making her face, as white as cold jade, even more delicate and beautiful.

Amber eyes are always calm and indifferent. Xie Xuan raised his head and met Rong Jing's gaze. Just as he was about to call him "sir", he saw Rong Jing silently and quickly retract his gaze.

Patriarch Xie, who was not clear about the situation, said: "......?"

Sir, are you... still shy about that kiss last night?

It doesn't seem like it.

But a mature boyfriend will not easily bring the topic to this aspect at this time.

Xie Xuanqing put down the document in his hand, and then called softly: "Sir."

He looked calm and composed, and seeing that, Rong Jing felt calmer for some reason.

With a cold look on his face, Rong Jing nodded slightly, sat down on the sofa opposite Xie Xuanqing, and raised his hand to take the freshly brewed black tea handed to him by Butler Chen.

The sweet and mellow aroma of tea spread on the tip of his tongue. Rong Jing lowered his head and took another sip of tea. Then he heard Butler Chen ask with concern, "Mr. Rong, did you not sleep well last night?"

"Cough!" After a light cough, Rong Guoshi was glad that he had swallowed the tea, otherwise...

He was extremely handsome, and even when he frowned and coughed lightly, he gave people a strange and ambiguous sense of beauty.

When Butler Chen asked that question casually, Xie Xuanqing had already raised his head to look at Rong Jing's face. Seeing his expression, his brows twitched slightly.

The housekeeper beside him observed Rong Jing's expression in confusion and nervousness: "...Do you need to call a doctor?"

Rong Jing: “…No need.”

The corner of his eyes met Xie Xuanqing's, and Rong Jing thought of his dream last night, and couldn't help but: "..."

In fact, it was not an overly beautiful dream, but considering what happened this morning, when Master Rong saw Xie Xuanqing's face that had appeared in his dream, he still felt inexplicably awkward.

Rong Jing coldly withdrew his peripheral vision and said to Butler Chen who was still looking at him, "I didn't sleep well."

To be precise, I slept well, but something unexpected happened in the morning.

Butler Chen: "Oh oh."

He just asked casually, and then continued to arrange the things needed for the afternoon banquet.

"What would you like to eat this morning, sir?" The kitchen was busy preparing for the afternoon banquet. Xie Xuanqing could cook some simple dishes. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Noodle soup?"

Master Rong's mind was in a state of confusion at this moment. Although he maintained a very calm expression on his face, he was actually a little distracted.

Hearing Xie Xuanqing's question, he subconsciously nodded: "Yeah."

Xie Xuanqing naturally noticed that he was not in good condition, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Last night...what happened?

But his husband didn't want to say it, so Xie Xuan didn't ask.

He stood up and put the documents back in the study, then Xie Xuan rolled up his sleeves, went downstairs, and went to the kitchen.

The chef was preparing the fresh ingredients needed for the afternoon. When he saw Xie Xuanqing coming in, he was a little nervous: "...Master?"

"Yeah." Xie Xuan replied calmly, then asked, "Is there any chicken soup?"

Chef: "Yes, I did. I just cooked it this morning. It's just not that hot now."

"fine."

It was said to be a simple bowl of noodle soup, but in the end, under the chef's stuttering guidance, Xie Xuanqing still managed to fry a very round and beautiful poached egg and buried it under the chicken noodle soup.

The fresh and tender vegetables can be easily broken by pinching them, and after rolling them in the chicken soup with noodles for a few times, they can be picked out along with the noodles.

A fresh and fragrant smell immediately filled the air. Xie Xuan lightly sprinkled some chopped green onions on the noodles, then took out a pair of chopsticks and brought the dish out with a relaxed look.

chef:"……"

There was something he had never dared to say. Actually, there were quite a lot of people in the kitchen. Although he was the only chef, the other assistant chefs were also good at cooking. It only took a few minutes to make a bowl of noodle soup. There was no need for old man Xie Xuanqing to do it himself.

But Mr. Xie's expression remained stern and solemn while he was working. The chef hesitated for a long time but finally did not say this.

...Anyway, the head of the family made this for Mr. Rong.

It can only be said that the chef's guess was not wrong. Xie Xuanqing put the prepared noodle soup on the table and called Rong Jing.

"gentlemen."

The deep voice was gentle and magnetic. Rong Jing looked in the direction of the voice and saw Xie Xuan lightly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the smooth and distinct muscle lines on his arms.

"It's time for breakfast." Seeing Rong Jing come back to his senses, Xie Xuanqing smiled at him again.

The coldness that he had condensed when facing outsiders unconsciously melted away. Rong Jing looked at the faint smile on his lips for a long time before responding.

"Um."

The noodles were a little hot right out of the pot, and Xie Xuanqing's cooking skills were just average.

As soon as the noodles entered his mouth, Rong Jing could tell that the taste was different from what the chef had made, as if the noodles had been cooked too soft because the cooking temperature was not controlled properly.

But the taste is still very much to his taste.

The base is made of sweet and fresh chicken soup, and even the vegetables are his favorite.

After Rong Jing tasted it, he heard Xie Xuanqing ask beside him: "Sir, how do you think it tastes?"

With his slender and powerful hands resting on the dining table, Rong Jing lowered his eyes and could see the red marks left by the burns caused by his unfamiliarity with the technique of cooking noodles.

It spreads all the way to the base of the thumb.

"Sir?" He retracted his hand and sat down beside him. His dark eyes stared at him closely, and he even looked a little nervous.

Rong Jing turned his head and looked at him quietly for a few seconds. He felt a little guilty for looking down on Xie Xuan, so he withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and drank another sip of noodle soup.

“Mm, it tastes good.”

Xie Xuanqing heaved a sigh of relief, then smiled and said, "I'm glad you don't mind, sir."

The poached egg under the bowl was turned up and soaked in the delicious and thick soup.

However, no matter how much Xie Xuanqing felt that he had learned the true skills from the chef, the fried eggs he made were still not as neat as those made by the chef.

But...it tastes okay.

Master Rong tasted all of the noodles out of courtesy, and finished the bowl of noodles slowly and at a leisurely pace.

Butler Chen came up and took away the dishes and chopsticks. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Rong Jing call him, "Butler Chen."

"?" Butler Chen lowered his head in confusion, "Mr. Rong, you called me?"

"Yeah." Rong Jing responded indifferently, his light eyes slowly swept across Xie Xuanqing's palms casually placed on his knees, and asked, "Do you have burn ointment at home?"

Xie Xuanqing was originally somewhat puzzled as to why he had called upon Butler Chen, but was stunned when he heard his question.

If he said that he didn't put his burned finger in front of Rong Jing on purpose, Xie Xuanqing himself probably wouldn't believe it.

But he just wanted to show off in front of his husband, but he didn't expect Rong Jing to take it seriously.

After Rong Jing asked, Butler Chen agreed, took the dishes in his hand to the kitchen, and then went to find the small medicine box in the house and took out the burn ointment that was always on hand.

He glanced at Xie Xuanqing's hand, and Butler Chen handed the burn ointment to Rong Jing.

Rong Jing didn't mind, he took the burn ointment and said to Xie Xuanqing, "Hand."

Patriarch Xie handed over his hand obediently.

When he got scalded, he rinsed it with cold water. After some time had passed, the red color of the burn looked a little darker, but it was actually not that painful anymore.

Rong Jing opened the lid of the burn ointment, dipped his fingertips in the light pink ointment, and then gently pushed it on Xie Xuanqing's fingertips and tiger's mouth.

The temperature of the burned area is relatively high, but the burn ointment has a cool feeling.

The slender and soft fingertips rubbed against the fingertips and the base of the thumb, and the fabric of the hanging cuffs caressed the sensitive palms.

Hot and cool.

The last bit of red skin was smeared with burn ointment. Xie Xuanqing subconsciously wanted to curl up his fingertips, but Rong Jing gently stopped the movement.

He couldn't help but raise his eyes and saw Rong Jing returning the burn ointment to Butler Chen.

"Next time..." Rong Jing said lightly, and Xie Xuanqing sat up straight and looked at him.

"Remember to be careful." Rong Jing said.

Patriarch Xie: “… Yeah.”

In fact, Rong Jing originally wanted to say that he should let the chef do it in the future, but when he saw the nervous expression on Xie Xuanqing's face when he looked at him, he finally changed the words he was about to say.

It was only a short delay, and Rong Jing's previous awkward mood dissipated a lot.

He glanced at Xie Xuan's hand which was lightly stained with burn ointment, thought for a moment, and then moved his fingertips, and a light golden rune appeared on his hand.

A light spiritual power came in response to the summons, swirling and merging into Xie Xuanqing's body.

The inky bead on his wrist glowed slightly and absorbed all the remaining spiritual energy.

Xie Xuanqing couldn't see the runes on Rong Jing's hand, but he could feel a faint tingling sensation on his fingertips, which was slowly fading away with an inexplicable warm coolness.

"Sorry to trouble you again, sir." Xie Xuanqing sighed helplessly, his eyebrows drooped, looking a little aggrieved and annoyed.

Rong Jing: “…Nothing.”

After replying this lightly, he finally continued to slowly merge the spiritual energy in his hand into Xie Xuanqing's hand.

He didn't stop and withdrew his hand until the burn marks faded to the point where they were almost invisible.

Xie Xuan moved his fingers slightly and could feel that the burns were almost healed.

The burn ointment applied previously seemed to be of no use, but... Xie Xuan chuckled and still did not wipe off the burn ointment that Rong Jing had applied to him.

I was signing documents with a pen in an awkward manner for two or three hours when I heard a commotion outside the door. Zhou Songyun and others had arrived.

It was called a banquet, but not many people came. Xie Xuanqing didn't plan to invite many people.

The living room was transformed in just a few hours by the highly professional housekeeper Chen and the Xie family servants.

The crystal chandeliers are bright and luxurious, and the exquisite buffet tables are placed casually, yet with an inexplicable style.

Desserts, drinks, and main dishes were placed on top, with a dozen chairs placed nearby and soft instrumental music playing on the phonograph.

Xie Xuanqing changed his clothes and went downstairs, and this was the scene he saw.

"..."How long have Butler Chen and the others been idle?

Such a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and Xie Xuanqing walked over with a stern expression and greeted Zhou Songyun who was walking in front.

"Captain Zhou."

"Thank you, Patriarch."

This was not the first time Zhou Songyun came to Xie’s villa.

But perhaps the purpose of coming here today was different, or perhaps the scene he saw yesterday made him finally realize the relationship between Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing, so his mood now was different from before, but a little complicated.

This subtle and complex emotion grew even more rampantly when facing Xie Xuanqing himself.

After greeting Xie Xuan in a somewhat stiff manner, Zhou Songyun saw Rong Jing coming down from upstairs.

His long silver-white hair was rarely tied up, revealing his extremely handsome, cool and delicate face.

The clothes he wore during this period were also personally matched by Butler Chen. The sharp and smooth cuts perfectly outlined his slender and beautiful figure.

Broad shoulders, thin waist, narrow hips, long legs.

It is clearly not deliberately embellished, but it carries an extreme sexiness that transcends gender.

Zhou Songyun took a quick look and turned his head away. Xie Xuanqing, who was holding a glass of champagne in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this.

The next second, he turned around with the cup in his hand and walked towards Rong Jing who was not far away.

Gently smoothing out the barely visible wrinkles on the man's collar, Xie Xuan said softly, "Captain Zhou and the others are here."

Rong Jing saw Zhou Songyun when he went downstairs. When he heard Xie Xuanqing's words, he turned his head slightly and nodded to Zhou Songyun: "Captain Zhou."

He and Xie Xuanqing stood together, their shoulders almost touching, so close that it didn't even seem like the distance between friends.

Zhou Songyun glanced at them, and then replied calmly: "Master Rong."

In addition to Zhou Songyun, the people who came this time included Master Long Tian, ​​Master Yuankong and others.

Because of the talismans, formations and even notes that Rong Jing had given them before that could help improve their cultivation, Master Long Tianshi and the others had been in seclusion during this period of time.

It was not until yesterday that Rong Jing successfully returned the victim's fate. The magic he used was too powerful and its presence was too obvious, that Master Long Tianshi and others regained consciousness from their retreat.

After learning the whole story from Zhou Songyun, Long Tianshi and others felt a little regretful that they did not see with their own eyes the scene of Rong Jing reintegrating the fate into Lin Yihong and others, but they could not help but admire Rong Jing's methods.

So after hearing that General Lin and others would come to the Xie villa today, Master Long Tianshi and others followed.

At this moment, she was watching the interaction between Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing, and a mischievous smile appeared on her pretty face.

"Master Rong." She walked over, took a look at Rong Jing's expression, and then smiled, "Your complexion looks to have recovered well. Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Rong Jing: “……?”

Unable to guess what Master Long meant, Rong Jing frowned and replied, "Yeah."

His frankness made it difficult for Master Long Tianshi to continue teasing him.

Raising the wine glass in his hand, Long Tianshi looked at Xie Xuanqing standing beside him and said, "I came here uninvited, please don't be offended, Patriarch Xie."

"Everyone who comes is a guest. What's more, Master Long and my master have a very close relationship, so he is naturally an honored guest. Why should you be surprised?" Xie Xuanqing clinked his glass with hers and replied calmly.

Master Long Tian curled his red lips slightly and smiled.

After chatting and laughing for a while, General Lin and his men also arrived.

Lin Yihong and Wen Shize had been in a coma for a long time and only woke up yesterday. It should take some time for them to recover before they can get up from their beds.

But perhaps it was the effect of the soul-nourishing spell and the warm spiritual energy that Rong Jing left behind yesterday. Although they still looked a little weak today, they all got out of bed smoothly.

General Lin and Lin Yihong obviously attach great importance to today's meeting with Rong Jing.

Although they showed their gratitude yesterday, they were still overwhelmed by joy and did not really express their appreciation for Rong Jing.

So when they came here today, General Lin and others dressed up carefully.

The neatly-knit military uniform was decorated with exquisite medals. Lin Yihong, also in military uniform, held out his hand to support his father, who looked very imposing, and walked quickly inside, reminding him, "Dad, go slowly, be careful with your steps..."

General Lin turned a deaf ear to this. He only slowed down his pace and straightened his clothes when he arrived at the banquet hall. He also scolded Lin Yihong: "Master Rong Tian is your savior. When you meet him later, be more respectful. Don't be like yesterday, wanting to hold him down with a gun."

Lin Yihong felt a little helpless after hearing this. Wasn’t that a conditioned reflex on his part?

However, he thought about the attitude of the country towards Rong Jing, and still responded in a low voice: "I understand."

Mrs. Wen and Wen Shize were also dressed up carefully.

Madam Wen had a gentle appearance. When she wore a cheongsam, she looked as gentle as a Jiangnan woman. Wen Shize looked about 80% similar to her, but his features were tougher. Because of long-term bed rest, his cheeks were a little thin, but his temperament was still extremely elegant.

Guo Junjie and several other victims naturally came as well, and the hall of Xie’s villa was instantly filled with people.

"Master Rong!" General Lin saw Rong Jing standing by the dining table from a distance, and immediately walked over and greeted him.

Rong Jing was holding a shallow white porcelain plate with a few exquisite cold dishes on it.

"General Lin." Noticing the other party's presence, Rong Jing withdrew his attention from the food and nodded slightly.

General Xie Lilin, who was brought here, had been handed over to Steward Chen. He just mentioned it casually at this time and brought the topic back to Lin Yihong's body.

"If Master Rong hadn't taken action... I'm afraid I would really have to see my son die before me." General Lin said with a sigh.

Although he came here with the intention of making friends with Rong Jing, when he really mentioned what happened to Lin Yihong, General Lin's gratitude towards Rong Jing was genuine.

He was old, his health was failing, and his legs and feet were not very flexible. His greatest wish was to see China continue to develop before he died, and for his descendants to live to old age in peace.

That's all.

Rong Jing listened to him quietly, and the silver chopsticks were placed on the porcelain plate, making a slight crisp sound.

"General Lin, you're too polite." Rong Jing said finally.

General Lin did have a very strong evil aura, but he also had a very faint but obvious dragon aura.

He worked for the country all his life, and even though he had some selfish motives, it did not affect the overall situation.

Rong Jing has always been soft-hearted towards old people and those who are dedicated to the people. At this moment, he picked up a glass of juice and raised it to General Lin, as a revelation of his previous actions.

But he didn't care, but General Lin couldn't help but care.

In addition, the country has recently shown its attention to Rong Jing. In order to keep him more firmly in the country's position, General Lin lowered his cup and clinked it with Rong Jing's. In the end, he still said: "I still say the same thing. If Master Rong Tian needs anything, just let me know. If I can do it, I will definitely do it for you, Master Rong Tian."

Even if it cannot be done, once the country knows about it, it may use this opportunity to show its sincerity.

His words were considered a promise, but General Lin looked at Rong Jing's indifferent expression and felt that the other party still had the same attitude as before, and he felt a little sad in his heart.

However, the next second, Rong Jing's voice came faintly, asking: "General Lin, are you serious?"

General Lin was stunned for a moment, then said solemnly: "Of course."

Rong Jing's brows twitched slightly, his eyes fell on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing this, General Lin straightened his back as much as he could and tried his best to show his sincerity.

"What if I want to establish a sect?" Rong Jing looked at him and asked slowly, "Can General Lin help me?"

His tone was indifferent, and it sounded like he was asking casually.

But he had never said such a thing before, so General Lin took his words to heart, but he was still a little surprised: "Establish a sect?!"

Zhou Songyun and Xie Xuanqing happened to see their figures walking towards this side, and vaguely heard these words spoken by General Lin.

Xie Xuanqing's eyes moved slightly, and he knew that Rong Jing had simply and directly thrown the plan of establishing a sect to General Lin.

Well... I can’t say it’s bad.

General Lin holds a high position, and although his power is limited to the military, his influence and appeal are far more than that.

With him as a bridge, the national channels can be opened up more quickly.

Thinking of this, Xie Xuan lightly held the wine glass and walked over with Zhou Songyun who was standing beside him in deep thought.

"Sir, General Lin."

No matter how valuable General Lin's status may seem to outsiders, in Xie Xuanqing's eyes, his husband is still the most important.

Zhou Songyun also greeted General Lin and Rong Jing. After hesitating for a second, he looked at Rong Jing and asked, "Master Rong Tian is planning to... establish a sect?"

"Yeah." There is nothing that cannot be told to others. When Rong Jing came up with this idea before, he considered asking Zhou Songyun. Now that he has told General Lin, he naturally would not deliberately hide it from the special department.

When Zhou Songyun heard his frank answer, he suddenly doubted whether he was making a big fuss out of nothing.

but--

"Master Rong, do you know how much preparation is needed to establish a sect?"

The venue, disciples, and the sect’s heritage and heritage.

Rong Jing's cultivation is indeed profound, and if he is really the reincarnation of Master Rong, or even the real Master Rong, the skills and foundation he possesses are enough to support the entire sect.

But are there any candidates for disciples?

There is also the sect’s venue.

Now that all the land has been nationalized, it is unlikely that Rong Jingruo will be able to rule the mountains and establish his own sect as he did before.

"Captain Zhou, you should know about Ajing's background and cultivation. As for the sect's venue... Xie Group does have several projects, so it's not a problem to allocate one or two places." Xie Xuanqing stood behind his master with a clear banner.

As for the selection of disciples, it was indeed a problem, but since they chose to inform the special department and General Lin about this matter, they naturally expressed their attitude -

If the country doesn't mind, after Rong Jing's sect is established, the candidates for the first, second, and third batches of disciples... may not necessarily include people from the country.

Zhou Songyun is not a stupid person, and General Lin is certainly not a stupid person since he has reached his current position.

After the initial surprise, they began to consider the attitude that the country might express.

If Rong Jing really does not object to the country sending people to study in the sect, then Rong Jing's move to establish a sect will not only not be harmful to the country, but will have infinite benefits!

Over the years, the country may have thought about cultivating a heavenly master who is unique to the country, loyal to the country and completely obeys the country's instructions.

However, it is difficult for a Heavenly Master to practice, and the inheritance is monopolized by many Heavenly Master families and ancient sects in the country.

Although they have reached a certain cooperative relationship with the country, they have been in seclusion for many years. Because of their strength, they have the habit of being superior. It takes a lot of effort to truly mobilize them.

If the sect founded by Rong Jing could really train a group of useful Heavenly Masters...

The country may not be unmoved.

No--

It is bound to be tempting.

Although Xie Xuanqing said that the Xie Group could allocate one or two projects as sites for establishing a sect, he knew that once the country was interested in it, all Rong Jing would need to prepare to establish the sect would be himself.