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Yan Nanfei looked at Ling'er kneeling in front of the fire with indifferent eyes, and didn't speak for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everything in the ruined temple became very quiet, only the sound of the wind fighting the fire, only the sound of Ling'er's tears falling on the fire.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Nanfei finally sighed deeply.

The look was no longer cold.

Because he didn't even have a trace of indifference to Ling'er.

The eyes began to become fierce, and people felt a chill when they looked at them.

"You really deserve to die!" Yan Nanfei said after sighing deeply.

He said that Ling'er really deserved to die.

In addition to the burning fire in the dilapidated Fengxue Temple, an extremely faint cold light suddenly startled. The cold light swept across the walls like moonlight, cold and white.

The cold light was taken into Ling'er's eyes.

Then Ling'er's eyes instantly dimmed, and Ling'er's expression instantly stiffened.

Suddenly, the fire burst into flames.

Because there was fuel dripping into the fire.

The fuel was fresh, warm blood, Ling'er's blood.

An extremely delicate long sword pierced Ling'er's body.

Ling'er's dim eyes were filled with tears.

Blood was dripping from the corners of Ling'er's mouth.

Ling'er's red lips trembled slightly, as if she was talking, but the voice was so faint that she couldn't hear anything.

Ling'er's back revealed a blood-red sword tip.

The blood dripped down the tip of the sword, bit by bit, revealing the cold light long sword.

Soon, the tip of the sword was exposed to the night, like the cold light that had slashed through the ruined temple a moment ago.

That cold light was not the moonlight that scanned the world, but a sword light.

The sword was held in Yan Nanfei's hand and pierced into Ling'er's body.

The name of the sword was Rose.

That sword was Yan Nanfei's Rose Sword.

Yan Nanfei used this rose sword to kill Ling'er!

The fierce look on Yan Nanfei's face disappeared again, and the cheeks reflected in the firelight regained indifference.

Yan Nanfei drew his sword, put it into the sheath, pushed his palm, and the action was done in one go.

Ling'er was shocked by this palm wind and fell down.

At the moment of falling, Ling'er's eyes saw through the dilapidated roof the starry sky hidden behind the wind and snow and night.

The tears that lingered in his eyes finally flowed down his cold, pale and beautiful cheeks.

Ling'er is not crying.

She laughed.

There was a faint smile on her lips.

She looked at the starry sky and saw Li Xingyun's appearance.

She knew that this life was over, and she would never see Li Xingyun's appearance again.

But she laughed anyway.

This life is over, and there is an afterlife.

In the next life, she will incarnate as a stone bridge, blown by the wind for 500 years, exposed to the sun for 500 years, and rained for 500 years, just waiting for Brother Xingyun's stop......

Ling'er finally fell!

Never wake up again!

The burning fire pounced on Ling'er's body the moment Ling'er fell, greedily burning these fresh flame nutrients.

The dilapidated Fengxue temple finally became truly quiet.

There was no sound of breathing, no talking, no sound of a campfire burning.

The bonfire had already burned in the night, turning into a pile of smoke.

The smoke was covered in wind and snow.

The wind and snow will be scattered with the north wind for a whole season, until there is no trace and nowhere to be found.

The wind and snow are over, and the red face is old!

(In the spring of a certain year, some scholars passed by the temple here, staring at the warm breeze and the fragrance of flowers outside the door and lost their mind.) ）

Two look at each other, two don't know!

......

Yan Nanfei is a very cautious person.

She knew that Ling'er's identity would definitely be exposed after the mission failed, and if the matter of him being the mastermind behind the scenes and sending Ling'er to assassinate Luo Changfeng was known by the academy, especially after the proud academy master uncle Ancestor Fu Yi knew, he would definitely get into trouble.

Yan Nanfei, who has been practicing and studying in the academy for many years, knows that uncle and ancestor very well.

So he didn't want to face that difficult uncle.

He was afraid of getting into trouble.

So that night, he did not return to Bodhi City.

He braved the wind and snow overnight and went up the mountain with Emperor Wuxian and returned to the academy.

This time back at the academy was different.

He did not go up the mountain as a student of the academy, but appeared on the mountain side by side with the young master of the Imperial League as the prince of the Dayan Empire.

He no longer needs to be afraid of Huang Fuyi.

Because he is no longer a student in the academy, but a distinguished guest of the academy!

......

The academy came to the distinguished guests, and the six-character Taoist master of the academy entertained some old guys who have cultivated to the advanced realm.

Naturally, it couldn't alarm the dean of the college.

In fact, in this world, there are not many distinguished guests who can alarm the dean of the academy to go out to entertain in person, but those people are undoubtedly truly distinguished to the extreme.

The dignity here does not refer to the dignity of status, but to the dignity of strength.

The two identities of the prince of the Great Yan Empire and the young master of the Imperial Alliance are indeed very noble, but they are not enough to alarm the dean to entertain him personally.

In this world, there are not many people who can alarm the dean of Bodhi Academy to come forward in person, but in addition to the strength and dignity, there is also a kind of person.

That's the students of the college.

Zhuang Daoxuan is the dean of Bodhi Academy, and the students in the academy are all his disciples.

There's no reason why he shouldn't pity!

In the middle of the night, Dean Zhuang was not in the Bodhi Farm, which he had been seriously running for many years, but in the small courtyard of the Forgetful River.

He rarely goes out of the Bodhi Garden on weekdays, and he rarely comes to the Little Uncle's Forgetfulness River.

But this time was different, and he couldn't help but come.

Because there are his college students here.

The student's life was in danger, and now he was in danger.

In addition to Dean Zhuang in the small courtyard of Forget Qingchuan, there is also a figure, and that person is Luo Changfeng.

Luo Changfeng and Dean Zhuang have been waiting outside the door.

The wind and snow in the Forget River are much colder than the cold winter wind and snow outside. Waiting in the middle of the night is a long and painful experience.

But fortunately, Luo Changfeng has long been accustomed to the wind and snow here, but fortunately, Dean Zhuang's cultivation is profound, and he is not such a fragile person.

Before you know it, the night is about to burn, and the sky has revealed a touch of fish belly white.

The room in the small courtyard was finally opened.

With a slight cough, an old figure walked out of the room.

That's the Phaseless Dao Sect.

An inheparable wound of the Phaseless Dao Sect.

Luo Changfeng and Dean Zhuang walked over and saluted the Wuxiang Dao Sect.

"Master ......"

"Uncle Shi......"

Luo Changfeng knew that Shizun's health had not been very good after he was injured.

This overnight tossing and draining mind had already exhausted the Wuxiang Dao Sect to the extreme.

Luo Changfeng hurriedly stepped forward to support the Wuxiang Dao Sect.

He looked at the Master Wuxiang Dao Sect with some anxiety, but he didn't dare to ask about Li Xingyun's situation.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect naturally knew Luo Changfeng's worries, he stroked his beard, and said in a hoarse voice: "This kid is now in the realm of the Wonderful Dao, although he is already the talent of the dragon and phoenix among the beings in the inner and outer courtyards of the academy, but after all, he has not condensed the Yuan Shen and entered the Yuan Shen realm. Once the body and internal organs are damaged, it is actually extremely difficult to recover. ”

Luo Changfeng listened carefully and did not speak.

Dean Zhuang nodded.

In the six-character gate of the cultivator's journey, only those who have entered the realm of the primordial gods can have an immortal body.

Even if the physical body is damaged, it can be gradually restored with the help of the original spirit, but it only takes some time.

But Li Xingyun did not enter the realm of the Yuan Shen.

His skin and internal organs, and even the spirit points and qi veins were all injured to varying degrees, and it was a great luck to be able to save his life and survive.

"Fortunately, his heart was protected in time, otherwise even if it was me, I am afraid I would be powerless. ”

Hearing the answer of the Phaseless Dao Sect, Luo Changfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The big stone in my heart finally fell.

He saluted slightly to Dean Zhuang, and then helped the Wuxiang Dao Sect back to the room, waiting for the Dao Sect to fall asleep.

"You don't have to worry. The teacher used 36 petals of lotus to support his body, and if nothing else, he could wake up within three days. It's just going to take some time to get back to business as usual. ”

After the Wuxiang Dao Sect fell asleep, Luo Changfeng gently closed the door.

Dean Zhuang was still in the small courtyard.

There was still snow in the small courtyard.

After Luo Changfeng saluted Dean Zhuang again, he supported the bamboo raft out of the Forgetful River.

Outside the Forgetful River is the purple bamboo forest of the academy.

Luo Changfeng came to the Purple Bamboo Forest and saw Jiang Manlou and the others who had been waiting all night in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

The news of Li Xingyun's injury was not hidden from Jiang Manlou and others.

The ten sons, including Jun Zeyu, Shen Tianxin, Chongyang, the Yue brothers, Nan Xihan and Jiang Manlou, have been waiting for news here after Luo Changfeng took Li Xingyun into the Forgetful River.

Now seeing Luo Changfeng appear, Jiang Manlou and the others instantly surrounded him.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Manlou asked with a somewhat haggard expression.

"The master said that there was no need to worry about his life. Luo Changfeng said.

"That's good......" Jiang Manlou also eased his breath slightly, but soon he remembered another question.

"How did the scholar get hurt?" Jiang Manlou asked as he looked into Luo Changfeng's eyes.

Jun Zeyu looked at Luo Changfeng.

Shen Tianxin looked at Luo Changfeng.

Chongyang and the Yue brothers, Nan Xihan was also looking at Luo Changfeng.

They were all looking at Luo Changfeng with questions.

Luo Changfeng was silent for a moment.

He didn't know whether to tell the truth or not.

I don't know if I should say it, Li Xingyun's current appearance is a masterpiece of his and Ling'er's cooperation.

Although it was an unintentional mistake.

Although the culprit of all this is Ling'er.

It's the Ling'er who is in love with the scholar Li Xingyun.

He didn't know where Ling'er had gone now, but he always felt that Ling'er shouldn't take full responsibility for this matter.

Because the real mastermind behind it is Yan Nanfei, the prince of the Great Yan Empire, Yan Nanfei.

Yan Nanfei is the real culprit!

"What's wrong?" Jiang Manlou saw that Luo Changfeng was silent, and began to look a little anxious, and there was a hint of doubt in that anxiety.

"Someone attacked and killed, but I didn't see the true face!" Luo Changfeng looked at Jiang Manlou and Jun Zeyu and said.