Chapter 98
Someone had already made arrangements at the banquet hall, and by the time the leaders and Rong Jing and others arrived there, several appetizers had already been placed on the table.
The leader turned his head and said a few words to the person in charge of the banquet, then looked at Rong Jing and said with a smile: "I don't know what taste Master Rong Tian prefers, so I can only make some temporary arrangements. I hope Master Rong Tian doesn't mind."
They had just reached a cooperative relationship, and now the other party was speaking in a friendly tone. Although Rong Jing preferred sweeter flavors, he was not completely unable to eat dishes with other flavors, so he shook his head lightly and said, "Nothing."
However, after the waiter brought the dishes, Xie Xuan took a quick look. There were a few dishes that Rong Jing did not like very much, but most of the dishes were made according to Rong Jing's taste.
Come to think of it, if he were in the other person's position, when he noticed Rong Jing, a man with a high level of cultivation who was almost superior to the Heavenly Master of the entire era, it would be difficult for him not to investigate Rong Jing's background.
After the investigation, they naturally guessed Rong Jing's identity. The arrangement at the banquet, apart from a hint of flattery, also had a hint of intimidation.
In today's era, metaphysics is important, but in the face of the absolute power of hot weapons, metaphysics seems to have to retreat a bit.
This was the attitude these leaders had towards Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing at this time, close yet with a hint of caution.
But this doesn't mean they did anything wrong.
Being in their current position, they are destined to think more and look further ahead than ordinary people.
Xie Xuanqing looked normal. He just stretched out his hand, took the soup bowl in front of Rong Jing very naturally, and served him a bowl of soup.
Rong Jing retracted his gaze and looked at him lightly, then reached out to take it, lowered his eyes and took a sip.
The interaction between them was so natural that the senior leader didn't notice anything unusual for a while.
But after he stood up and scooped half a bowl of soup, the leader finally reacted. He silently looked up at Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing who were sitting opposite him.
But he didn't say much, just kept the relationship between the two in mind.
Since the cooperative relationship had just been reached, this state banquet could be said to be a great success for both the host and the guests.
When it does not involve national interests, the leader's attitude is actually similar to that when he talked with Rong Jing before. He is kind but also has a bit of humor that is unique to their age.
Rong Jing has an indifferent personality and rarely speaks.
But he has a strong presence and will respond briefly and accurately after others speak, which surprisingly gives a good impression.
People will not feel that he is arrogant because of his talent, but just feel that he is a very good listener. Even if his expression is a little indifferent, it is just the demeanor of a master.
After the banquet, several senior leaders personally saw Rong Jing and his group off.
Before getting on the car, the big boss called Rong Jing to stop him, then signaled the guard behind him to come forward and hand over the things that had been prepared earlier.
"I heard that Master Rong Tian was injured in the Lan family secret realm before, so I consulted Master Yuankong and the others. They said that these herbs would be effective for Master Tian's injuries." The big boss said kindly, "It's just that we didn't prepare them all before, so it was difficult to use them. A few days ago, we finally collected the last herb. Master Rong Tian took it back to see if it would be of any use."
His words were truly tactful and caring. Even though the herbs handed over were covered by a thick gift box, Rong Jing could still feel the faint but continuous aura of spiritual energy coming from it.
The life span of plants is extremely short. Those that can cultivate spiritual energy are either blessed by nature and grow in places rich in spiritual energy and rarely visited by people. As they grow older, they also become contaminated with some spiritual energy.
Or it could be a coincidence, or it could be a gift from heaven, with a faint spiritual energy contained in the roots, stems, branches and leaves. Even if it grows for a shorter period of time, its efficacy will be brought to the extreme under the stimulation of the spiritual energy.
No matter which category these medicinal materials provided by the country belong to, or whether they include all of them, they all show how much they value Rong Jing.
Rong Jing only glanced at it, then nodded and took it: "Thank you."
The big boss watched as the herbs were held in Rong Jing's hands for less than half a second before Xie Xuanqing took them very naturally. He was afraid that Rong Jing would be tired, so he couldn't help but smile and said, "Master Rong, you're too polite."
After saying goodbye to Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing in a friendly but polite manner, the leader led the people behind him to step back and watched quietly as Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing got into the car and left.
It was not until the car drove out of the banquet hall and there was no trace of it left that the leader said, "Go back."
The brand new Tianyuan Sect, which was founded by National Master Rong himself to teach magic techniques...the fifteen places they gave out also needed careful planning.
Because many of the following matters required special departments to contact Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing, when Rong Jing and the others left, Wei Yixing and Zhou Songyun followed them.
Zhou Songyun did not participate in the previous negotiations, but he was fortunate enough to attend the banquet just now.
Just from the few words leaked by the senior leaders at the banquet, Rong Jing, and Xie Xuanqing when they were chatting, Zhou Songyun vaguely felt something.
Sure enough, after he and Wei Yixing got in the car, the other party told him that the country had allowed and supported Rong Jing to establish a sect.
Wei Yixing: "Master Rong Tian said personally that three places will be directly allocated to the special department. Xiao Zhou, you should carefully investigate during this period to see who is more suitable for these three places."
There are some things Wei Yixing didn't say, and there is no need to say them.
Zhou Songyun knew clearly in his heart that although the Heavenly Masters trained for the last fifteen places would still enter the special department, they were not deeply involved with the special department. As time went on, when the Heavenly Masters who got the places left the Tianyuan Sect one by one, the Heavenly Masters who had originally cooperated with the special department would most likely be suppressed.
Although everyone is serving the country and the people, once the power formed by those heavenly masters becomes too great and Zhou Songyun and Wei Yixing are unable to suppress it, wouldn't the final situation be very similar to the current one?
The special department is now controlled by those Heavenly Master families and inherited sects. Now that it has finally been able to train its own Heavenly Master, it has to plan carefully. At the very least, it has to ensure that the other dozen or so Heavenly Masters who have gotten the quota and will enter the special department in the future have a sense of belonging to the special department.
The key to achieving this goal quickly and directly lies in the three places given by Rong Jing.
The candidates for these three positions must not only be talented enough, but also be obedient to the leadership of the special department and have no other strong forces behind them. More importantly, they must be good at socializing and be able to build good relationships with the dozen or so Heavenly Masters while accepting the inheritance.
Frowning, Zhou Songyun carefully thought about the candidates who would enter Tianyuan Sect this time.
Seeing this, Wei Yixing did not disturb him.
The car stopped outside the special department, and Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing got out.
For the sake of safety and keeping a low profile, the car they took to dinner was arranged by the special department. But now Xie Xuanqing still had to drive back the Cullinan he had driven.
After opening the car door, Xie Xuanqing put the medicinal herbs he had taken down earlier into the back seat. Then, as if he remembered something, he turned to look at Zhou Songyun not far away.
Zhou Songyun: “……?”
"Captain Zhou." Xie Xuanqing said with a polite smile, "I think I need to ask you for a favor."
They had a friendship before, not to mention that they have now reached cooperation with the country.
Seeing that there were more and more opportunities for contact, Xie Xuanqing was not the type to bother others easily. After Zhou Songyun paused for a second, he nodded and said, "Master Xie, please go on."
Xie Xuanqing was also unambiguous. He glanced at Rong Jing and said, "I would like to trouble Captain Zhou to check on this person 'Rong Yu'."
Rong Yu? This name is somewhat similar to Rong Jing's. Zhou Songyun frowned and asked, "What are his characteristics?"
Xie Xuanqing directly sent the superficial information about Rong Yu that Yue Feng had found.
After hearing a light "ding" sound, Zhou Songyun raised his hand, took out his mobile phone, took a look at WeChat, and confirmed that it was the person Xie Xuanqing wanted to check.
But this involves personal privacy after all. The information Xie Xuanqing has obtained is already very detailed. If he investigates further, it would be a bit inconvenient.
Thinking of this, Zhou Songyun also asked cautiously: "I wonder why Patriarch Xie is investigating this person?"
Rong Jing guessed what Xie Xuanqing was thinking when he started talking. When he heard Zhou Songyun's question, he frowned and answered for Xie Xuanqing: "His fate is not right."
Although it was only a very slight change, it could be seen that the person behind the scenes must be a celestial master with a high level of cultivation.
Maybe he couldn't reach the level of Rong Jing and Yuan Xiu, but he was a little bit better than ordinary Heavenly Masters.
It must be said that it is very suspicious that such a person deliberately sent Rong Yu, who is related to the original body, to Rong Jing.
When the professional spoke, Zhou Songyun's expression suddenly became serious: "Does Master Rong Tian really mean what he said?"
Rong Jing: “Yeah.”
"I understand." After a moment's silence, Zhou Songyun recorded the information Xie Xuanqing sent directly into his phone and said, "I'll have someone check it out carefully."
If it is really related to Yuan Xiu... then this information, and the person "Rong Yu", is an extremely important clue.
Even if not, a high-level Taoist priest taking action in secret is enough to make people alert.
Zhou Songyun kept this matter in mind. After sending Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing away, he began to mobilize the power of the special department and investigated Rong Yu thoroughly.
Xie Xuanqing put his phone away and started the car.
There was a slight sound of the engine starting, and Xie Xuanqing drove the car to the special department, and suddenly said: "...Captain Zhou, it seems that he trusts you very much."
His voice was not loud, but Cullinan had excellent performance and the car was silent. His deep voice seemed particularly clear and... concerned in the silence.
Rong Jing was a little confused, frowned, and asked slowly: "Is there?"
There was a red light ahead, so Xie Xuanqing stopped the car and turned his head to see the look of ignorance on his face.
She knew that Zhou Songyun's feelings for Rong Jing were not romantic, and she also knew that her husband would not care about it.
However, when he saw Zhou Songyun unconsciously showing his concern for Rong Jing, Patriarch Xie couldn't help but feel a subtle sourness in his heart.
But once this little bit of sourness is expressed, it seems a bit petty.
Xie Xuan lowered his eyebrows slightly, but heard his master's voice faintly: "Maybe it's because Captain Zhou is worried that it's another trick used by Yuan Xiu."
Rong Jing is a professional after all. He pointed out that Rong Yu's fate was not right. No matter what the reason was, as one of the managers of the special department, Zhou Songyun would definitely take it to heart.
Rong Jing didn't know why Xie Xuanqing cared about this, but he remembered what was mentioned in some books he had read before, that when your lover raises questions, it is best to explain them carefully.
Master Rong thought about it and explained what he had thought.
Xie Xuan listened to his voice ringing in his ears and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
But inexplicably, the sour feeling caused by Zhou Songyun's attitude towards Rong Jing quietly turned into a slight sweetness at this moment.
Perhaps he didn't really care about what kind of feelings Zhou Songyun had for Rong Jing, but he cared about Rong Jing's attitude and what kind of position he held in Rong Jing's heart.
Now it seems that although his husband did not understand his thoughts, his first reaction was to subconsciously take his feelings into consideration.
Xie Xuan smiled gently, looked at Rong Jing and said, "Sir, you are right. I was overthinking."
Rong Jing: “?”
Before he could figure out what Xie Xuanqing meant, the countdown of the red light ahead, which prohibited traffic, finally came to an end.
The green light came on, Xie Xuanqing restarted the car and slowly crossed the busy intersection.
When driving towards the neighborhood where Rong Jing lived, Xie Xuanqing suddenly remembered something and asked, "The library you mentioned before—"
"Would you like to come with me to take a look, sir?"
Xie's library was built under the old house. After Xie Xuanqing recovered his memory of the previous life, he vaguely felt that the scroll in the library would be opened at this moment.
The dark eyes glanced at Rong Jing quietly, and Xie Xuan held the steering wheel lightly, waiting for his decision.
Rong Jing did not answer him immediately.
Perhaps because it was too long since they had met, Rong Jing's impression of Sect Leader Xia was still the same as when he came down the mountain that year.
Although Rong Jing had known about the other party's passing from Xie Xuanqing before, he did not see it with his own eyes, so Rong Jing might have had some thoughts of escaping in his mind.
If we go to the Xie family's old house and open the library... there will be no chance of escape.
After a long silence, Rong Jing finally said, "...Yeah."
"Let's go and have a look."
Let’s see what his master calculated when he put all his efforts into divination.
Rong Jing's voice still sounded so cold and indifferent, but Xie Xuanqing heard a subtle hint of depression in it.
With a slight sigh in his heart, Xie Xuanqing also answered very seriously: "Okay."
The black Cullinan slowly turned its head, and the prosperous scenery on the roadside gradually changed. By the time it arrived near the Xie family's old house, the population around had become much thinner.
Green and tender plane trees are planted at both ends of the road. From afar, a manor that is even more spacious and elegant than the royal villas comes into view.
Nearly two hundred years have passed, and the Xie family's old house has been renovated several times, but it still maintains the appearance it had when it was first built. Only by walking closer and observing carefully can you see the traces of wind and rain it has experienced from some inadvertent but unique places.
It had just rained a little, and a string of clear and transparent water drops dripped from the Zhao Dynasty-style eaves, making a small puddle on the soft flower bed.
The rose branches that had just been planted were a little wilted. Xie Xuanqing drove the car into the garage. When he came out, he saw his husband leaning over and lightly touching the rose seedling with his fingertips.
It was not known whether it was his illusion or something else, but it seemed that the moment his husband's fingertips rubbed the rose seedling, the seedling, which looked a little haggard to the naked eye, suddenly became lively, with its branches and leaves stretching out, and even the flower buds at the top standing up, revealing a hint of fresh pink.
Xie Xuan walked over lightly and glanced at it.
It was not his illusion, the condition of this flower seedling was indeed much better than before.
With his eyebrows slightly raised, Xie Xuan asked in a low voice: "Sir, what are you doing?"
Rong Jing had sensed his presence when he came over. When he heard his voice, he did not answer his question, but asked, "Were these flowers planted during this period?"
"...Yeah." Xie Xuan responded lightly, but continued to walk over and whispered, "Sir, didn't you like this flower very much before?"
When they were in Southern Province, although Rong Jing did not say it explicitly, every time they took a walk in the garden, when they came to the rose bush, Rong Jing would always slow down his pace a little.
Xie Xuanqing took it to heart at that time.
After he came back, no one knew what he was thinking. One night when he returned to the old house, he saw an empty flower bed outside, but he had asked the gardener to transplant a few roses here that were the same as those planted in the villa in the southern province.
"But the climate difference between Beijing and Southern Province is still too big."
Xie Xuanqing collected his thoughts and said with some regret: "Uncle Dong said that these roses may not bloom many flowers in the end."
Uncle Dong is also an old man in the Xie family and is good at taking care of flowers and plants.
Xie Xuanqing didn't care about these things before, but now he hopes that he can find the trick to make these roses bloom all year round in Beijing like in Southern Province.
Rong Jing thought that he was indeed regretful that he could not see these roses bloom, so after thinking about it, he sent another strand of spiritual energy to them, and then said, "They will bloom."
His tone was still indifferent, but it sounded inexplicably certain, making people unable to help but believe it.
Xie Xuanqing was stunned for a moment, then raised the corner of his lips slightly and said, "Then I'll take advantage of your good words, sir."
He came a little closer, and his deep voice and the faint, cool scent of sandalwood from his body made Rong Jing's eyelashes tremble unconsciously.
Then he heard Xie Xuanqing say: "But I still hope that you can see it when it blooms."
The implied meaning of his words was very obvious. Rong Jing paused and subconsciously raised his eyelashes, then met Xie Xuanqing's extremely dark and deep eyes.
Affection that no longer needed to be concealed flowed in his eyes, and even his overly cold brows seemed to soften a lot.
"Sir, don't be anxious." Xie Xuanqing spoke finally.
He reached out and grasped Rong Jing's wrist, and gently wiped Rong Jing's rain-soaked fingertips with the dark blue handkerchief. Then he put the handkerchief back and said with a smile: "I just hope that when these roses bloom, I can enjoy them with you. As for how long it will take for them to bloom... I can wait."
He had been waiting for a lifetime, and it was somewhat beyond his expectation that he could have a mutual understanding with Rong Jing so early in this life.
As for other things, even if he has to wait for a few years...he can afford to wait.
After gently wiping Rong Jing's fingertips clean, Xie Xuan stood up and continued to walk towards the interior of Xie's old house with Rong Jing.
The housekeeper had received the message from Xie Xuanqing long ago, and was now standing at the door of the old house with the servants gathered. As soon as his eyes caught sight of Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing, a very genuine smile appeared on his old but kind face.
"The master is back." The housekeeper greeted him in a soft voice, bowed slightly, and looked at Rong Jing beside him, "Who is this?"
When he was still in the car, Rong Jing had already removed his magic. At this time, his long, silver-white, dazzling hair was draped behind him without any cover, and some of it hung messily in front of him. Combined with his extremely cold and delicate face, it made people feel a little daunted for a moment.
But after taking a look, the butler was not frightened by Rong Jing's aloof temperament. Instead, the smile on his face became more genuine and gentle, which made Rong Jing inexplicably uncomfortable.
...He really didn't know how to get along with such an enthusiastic old man.
"Just call me Rong Jing." After a pause, seeing that Xie Xuanqing had no intention of helping him out, Master Rong frowned, but lowered his voice and spoke.
"It turned out to be Mr. Rong."
The butler naturally knew Rong Jing's identity. Apart from anything else, not long ago, he and the servants watched the TV series starring him called "Who is the Third Person" together.
It was just that he saw that Rong Jing was a little restrained, so he stepped forward to greet him, which was also a way to narrow the distance between them.
Xie Xuanqing had never known that his uncle Xie, the housekeeper, could have such a gentle tone.
After greeting Rong Jing, he asked Rong Jing about his tastes and taboos in a very friendly manner, and was about to go to the kitchen to ask the chef to prepare a table of dishes.
Xie Xuanqing felt a little helpless, but also felt a warmth that came from nowhere.
If Uncle Xie didn't value him, how could he be so enthusiastic towards Rong Jing when they met for the first time?
His parents died early, and the rest of his relatives only plotted against him for the sake of the Xie family.
Only Uncle Xie, although not his blood relative, but after twenty years of getting along with him, he treats Xie Xuanqing like a family member.
The same is true for Rong Jing.
If I didn't value him, why would I pay attention to Uncle Xie's emotions in my words and actions?
Xie Xuanqing looked at the spot for a while, until he saw Rong Jing's brows unconsciously knitted in a bit of tangled tangle, then he smiled and walked over: "We just came back from outside, there is no need to ask the kitchen to prepare it for the time being."
Uncle Xie felt a little regretful, but he still bowed and said, "Okay, Patriarch."
"Oh, right." Just as Uncle Xie was about to leave, Xie Xuan called him and said, "I remember the key to the underground library is over there in the study?"
Uncle Xie was stunned for a moment, not quite sure why Xie Xuanqing suddenly asked this, but he still answered: "Yes, Patriarch."
The Xie family's old house covers a very large area and has many rooms.
Generally, books and documents that are frequently used and read are placed in the study on the second floor. The basement library is mostly filled with ancient books and manuscripts. In addition to the ancestral teachings left by Xie's ancestors, over the years, except for the servants cleaning, few people go there.
However, since Xie Xuanqing asked at this time, he naturally had his own intentions.
Uncle Xie glanced at Rong Jing, who was like a bright light, without leaving a trace. Without waiting for Xie Xuanqing to go to the study room by himself, he turned around and went upstairs, found the key to the library that he had put away before, and came down to hand it to Xie Xuanqing.
After several renovations, the exterior of the Xie family's old house still looks the same as it did two hundred years ago, but many of the interior furnishings have changed.
The original wooden staircase is still preserved, but an indoor elevator has been added at the end of another corridor in the living room, leading directly to the seven floors above and two basements.
Xie's library is in the basement on the second floor.
Xie Xuanqing took Rong Jing down from the elevator. The elevator door slowly opened, and a bronze lock with an ancient charm came into view.
Xie Xuanqing walked over and used the key he had found before to open the bronze lock. The iron-gray door with a little rust slowly opened. In the dim light, yellowed thread-bound books were quietly and neatly placed on the bookshelf, as if time had stopped.
They were like outsiders who had entered a paradise, suddenly breaking the silence in the room.
Because Uncle Xie would come with the servants to clean the library from time to time, there was not much dust in the library.
After the iron door was opened, the air began to circulate, and the remaining overly stuffy atmosphere was completely dissipated.
Uncle Xie originally wanted to come down with them so that he could help them when they were looking for something, but Xie Xuanqing did not let him come down with them because he took into consideration the magic spells written on the note left by Sect Leader Xia.
At this time, he and Rong Jing were the only two people in the library. The continuous wooden bookshelves filled the view. Xie Xuan frowned slightly and was about to take out his cell phone to ask Uncle Xie which bookshelf those notebooks were placed on, when he saw Rong Jing, who was standing beside him, suddenly move and walked to the bookshelf in the middle with a cold expression.
Almost all the classics here are authentic ones handed down from the Zhao Dynasty period. Previously, the History Research Institute in Beijing wanted to study the history of the founding of the Zhao Dynasty. After hearing that the Xie family was very likely the bloodline of the Zhao Dynasty royal family at that time, they directly contacted Xie Xuanqing and borrowed several classics with a lot of content lost outside for additional research.
It was also because of the classics loaned by Xie Xuanqing that China's research on Master Rong in the history of the Zhao Dynasty became more in-depth, and the relationship between him and Emperor Zhao has also become a topic of study for many historians.
Xie Xuanqing recalled in his mind what those historians said when they came to borrow those volumes of literary classics collected by Xie, and at the same time he couldn't help but watch Rong Jing's actions.
Her slender fingers were as delicate and white as mutton-fat jade. When they gently fell on the brown bookshelf, the yellowed books seemed even heavier and more distant.
Rong Jing's fingertips lightly brushed across a row of book spines, finally stopping on a sandalwood box on the top layer, which was placed in a secret corner.
A hint of forbidden aura wafted from above. Rong Jing took the box down lightly. With a quick glance, he noticed that the restriction on it was vaguely familiar.
...It is the aura of Tianyuan Sect’s unique sealing technique.
Seeing that he seemed to have found the box where the notebook was kept, Xie Xuanqing followed him over.
"The Xie family's ancestral precepts say that this box cannot be opened until the necessary moment." Xie Xuanqing looked at the sandalwood box that he had seen before but had gone through many years. His fingertips touched it lightly and he felt a soft yet strong resistance.
"But I think it's time now." Hundreds of years have passed, and the restriction that was drawn up with all the efforts of the Tianyuan Sect back then is still full of spiritual power.
But after sensing Rong Jing's approaching aura, the aura of resistance emanating from the restriction became much weaker.
Rong Jing was a little hesitant, but finally he gently bent his fingertips and opened the lock on the box.
A roll of yellowed notes lay quietly in a dark box. The red rope that tied it had long since faded from its bright color, as if mercilessly telling Rong Jing that a very, very long time had passed since the era in which he once lived.
The dazzling silver hair suddenly fell down, obscuring the expression on Rong Jing's face.
Xie Xuanqing was standing beside him, and seeing him like this, his heart tightened with worry.
Sighing, Xie Xuan raised his hand and gently put it around Rong Jing's shoulders.
Even if he couldn't do anything for him, at least at this moment, he was with Rong Jing.
As if realizing Xie Xuanqing's intention, Rong Jing finally came back to his senses.
It didn't seem that he was very sad. After all, Xie Xuanqing had told him about this back in the Southern Province.
Although he said he was not sad, Rong Jing felt inexplicably heavy in his heart and his expression was a little dazed.
His master was indeed no longer with him. Even if he re-established the Tianyuan Sect in Beijing, his master and fellow disciples with whom he did not have much of a relationship would no longer appear in the sect.
Looking at the scroll of notes in the sandalwood box, Rong Jing was surprisingly hesitant and didn't dare to reach in easily.
At the moment he was about to close the box, a gentle spiritual power rose from the original restriction and gently wrapped around his fingertips, like a comfort or encouragement.
Rong Jing captured the existence of that spiritual power almost instantly. When he sensed the faint lingering aura of his teachers and fellow disciples in it, he couldn't help but be stunned.
They guided Rong Jing's fingers to the yellowed silk manuscript. The restriction that was powerful enough to destroy the entire room gently dissipated its power when it sensed the breath of Rong Jing's soul.
The soft touch of silk came from his fingertips. Rong Jing lowered his eyes, and after two seconds, he bent his fingers and took the scroll out of the sandalwood box.
During this process, Xie Xuanqing stayed silently beside Rong Jing and did not urge him to do anything.
The faded red rope was only loosely tied on it, and it fell to the ground with a slight pull from the fingertips.
The handwritten letter left by Master Xia is not long.
After all, he was already at the end of his strength at that time, and he had to risk his own life and the help of everyone in the Tianyuan Sect to spy on and record this hexagram, so naturally he could not mention too much.
Rong Jing held the letter, which was so thin that it was almost weightless, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
The next second, he opened the notebook as if he had finally made a decision.
"Xiao Jing, it's nice to see you. We haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. Fortunately, I have touched the will of heaven, and finally I have expected that you and I can meet again today."
The handwriting of Sect Leader Xia was not neat and even a little casual, but the strokes were extremely sharp and flowing, and at first glance, it had a kind of open-minded beauty.
Rong Jing looked at the way he addressed himself in the notebook and pursed his thin lips slightly.
In the previous life, because their temperaments were equally indifferent, when they met, they would just call each other "Master" and "Rong Jing" in a very common way. However, he had never heard Master Xia call him "Xiao Jing" to his face.
But at this moment, looking at the words "Xiao Jing" written on the note, Rong Jing almost instantly imagined what the other party's expression would be like if he called him by this name.
There was probably a helpless but doting smile on that calm face, and the old wrinkled hands were very warm, and when they gently fell on the top of the head, it also had an extremely gentle meaning.
"...Why didn't you tell Master that you were sick?"
It seemed that when Rong Jing was seven or eight years old, he followed another uncle in the sect to learn a formation.
Probably in order to study how to superimpose the array patterns of the formation to achieve the most powerful effect, Rong Jing stayed in the study room that day, but did not pay attention to the weather outside, and he caught a low fever due to the cold.
At that time, Rong Jing just thought that he just needed to endure it for a while, but who knew that in the middle of the night, the low fever turned into a high fever.
After all, he was young, and Rong Jing’s mind was hot at the time, but he didn’t even think of going to see his master.
I curled up in bed, holding the quilt in my arms, in a daze. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a thin figure walked in under the moonlight.
The warm hand fell on his forehead. Sect Leader Xia muttered something about Rong Jing, and finally said with a sigh, "What a stubborn child... Xiao Jing."
Rong Jing vaguely felt his breath while he was sick, but the high temperature disturbed his consciousness. Rong Jing tried to open his eyes, only to see a helpless but doting smile in his eyes, but it seemed too hazy and unreal in the moonlight.
The big hand continued to stroke his head gently. After struggling for a while, Rong Jing fell asleep. He only vaguely remembered the bitter taste of medicine left in his dream.
Until now, when he touched the scroll and saw the name that Sect Leader Xia secretly wanted to call him, the memories buried in the deepest part of his soul finally surfaced.
…So it wasn’t his hallucination back then.
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