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The green sun is smoking, and the streamer is shaking.

There was a light wind floating at the end of the branches in the mountains and forests, and a figure came and went, as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder.

I saw him leisurely appear on the thick branches of the intertwined roots, leisurely and free, and quickly disappeared in the fallen leaves, like a frightening wave; suddenly lying on the rain stones of the murmuring stream, like a swimming dragon; and standing on the top of the green peak of Saga, the sky is more and more heroic.

Unconsciously, a few months have passed, Jiang Fei has not only basically stabilized the cultivation of the "Enlightenment" realm, but also given the ethereal body method of "Walking against the Wind" taught by Ye Lingfeng to his cultivation, and he is superb.

The progress was so fast, it had already exceeded his expectations a lot, and he had thought that it would take at least half a year to cultivate to the point where he was now.

Unexpectedly, out of a strong desire to become an inner disciple, Jiang Fei kept cultivating all the time, and finally got what he wanted, and he actually achieved his goal in just a few months.

This made a lot of joy swell in his heart, and his clear eyes also rippled with it.

lived up to what he thought in his heart, and finally got one step closer to the person he was thinking about.

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and Murong Feiqing's graceful and elegant Qingyan appearance hung in his heart all the time, and he did not slack off.

Since the last separation, spring comes and falls, summer enters and winter rises, and several years have passed.

The jade pendant given by Murong Feiqing back then, Jiang Fei has always protected it on his chest, and there is a cool and comfortable feeling from time to time, like her affectionate and gentle eye waves, moisturizing the dry and cracked waiting, making the thoughts spread out and grow vigorously, straight into the sky.

I haven't seen her for years, and I don't know how she is now?

Jiang Fei's black hair was elegant, his figure flickered, and in a moment's thought, he looked sideways at the flowers and plants in the mountains and forests, and the misty path, in a trance, a slender figure loomed, standing in a row.

Qingwan's eyes are like a sweet spring, moistening Jiang Fei's countless arid and barren days and nights.

Jiang Fei smiled indifferently, ignored it, and suddenly looked back and saw Murong Feiqing's figure, which was a common thing.

He roared by, flying among the mountains and forests, otherworldly.

Suddenly, the incense mist floated, and Murong Feiqing's graceful figure walked around.

She walked in the smoke, the emerald belt fluttered in the wind, the hem of the blue wide-sleeved fairy skirt was light and swaying, provoking the jealousy of the green grass, and the pieces of red swayed up, following the footsteps of the dark fragrance.

Jiang Feiqing's eyes were shocked, and he suddenly stopped, and in a blink of an eye, he was already standing opposite Murong Feiqing, watching the Qingwan girl in front of him walk out of the memories step by step, he felt incredulous.

This time, is it true?

"Not brother!"

Murong Feiqing's clear waves rippled, revealing a graceful smile, and his elegant posture was as slim as the green lotus in the moonlight pond, elegant and empty.

Jiang Fei trembled, as if he had been struck by lightning, and looked at it, Murong Feiqing's figure was really standing in front of him, as elegant and demure as back then, but more like the innocence of the past, exuding a new and distinct charm.

"Sunny ......"

"Brother Fei, you're finally back. ”

The two have been separated for a long time, and now they have finally reunited, which is extremely joyful and very joyful.

Jiang Fei's heart was surging, and he flickered forward and grabbed Murong Feiqing's plain hand, holding her softness for a long time, savoring the pleasant feeling.

Murong Feiqing's pink lips trembled slightly, staring at Jiang Fei's face in front of her, she felt as if she was still in a dream, illusory and hazy.

Since Jin Yongcheng's farewell, Murong Feiqing has been absent-minded in cultivating in the sect, and he is worried about Jiang Fei, thinking about it day and night. It took a long time to return to normal, and it was considered that there was no delay in the cultivation.

Even so, whenever in the dead of night, she will always look at the moon and cherish the distance, thinking of her sweetheart on all sides of the sky, when she stands still for a long time, her back is sheathed like a soul blade, and when the wind rises, the bright moon is cut into snow, reflecting the white head full of green silk.

After a few years of hard work, when he finally returned from the trial, he received a message from Jiang Fei in Yuantong Palace.

After learning that he was in the Heavenly Sword Sect, Murong Feiqing couldn't help but be overjoyed, and he didn't bother to go back to visit his master, so he rushed over all the time.

Jiang Fei didn't expect that Murong Feiqing would appear in front of him at this time, he originally thought that the news left in the Yuantong Palace was no longer cared about, at least he could see Murong Feiqing after entering the inner door, who knew that the world was unpredictable, and this day came unexpectedly in advance.

The two looked at each other for a long time, looking at the concerned faces they hadn't seen for a long time, immersed in the quiet joy of reunion after a long absence.

At this time, silence is better than sound, even if there are thousands of words that want to spit out, but I don't know where to start, I simply melt in my eyes and condense into a pool of affection.

"Feiqing, I can practice now. ”

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and spoke.

When he was separated from Murong Feiqing, Jiang Fei was still unable to practice, and he was often distressed by it, but now that he had opened his spiritual power by leaps and bounds, he had reached the realm of "enlightenment", and he was relieved at the corner of his mouth.

Murong Feiqing bowed his head slightly, his eyes were filled with joy, since Jiang Fei could cultivate in the Heavenly Sword Sect, of course he could know that he could already cultivate, but now that he heard him say it himself, he still felt very happy.

"Brother Fei, I haven't seen you for three years, why are you suddenly cultivating in the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"I ......"

Jiang Fei wanted to speak and stopped, Murong Feiqing probably always thought that he was studying with the old man Zhongli in Ziling Mountain, but the world is impermanent, who would have thought that he would be killed on the way and sleep in a pit for three years.

After thinking about it, it's better not to talk about it, after all, this matter is strange, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

"Brother Fei, what's wrong with you?"

Murong Feiqing was surprised and asked in surprise.

"It's nothing, if I realized something when I was studying, I accidentally turned on my spiritual power, so I hurriedly said goodbye and returned and came to Tianjian Mountain to learn art. When I think about it now, it still feels like a dream. Jiang Fei smiled indifferently and said.

Murong Feiqing chuckled twice, and said in a Yasheng voice: "I think it's because God has a spirit, and I can't bear to let my brother live depressed." ”

"I just thought that I would be able to see Fei Qing soon, and I was suddenly able to practice, and it seems that God intended to fulfill us. ”

Jiang Fei said with a smile, he was still in the dark as to why he was suddenly able to cultivate, I don't know if it was the assassination of the girl in black that stimulated the potential contained in his body, or because he had slept in the pit for too long, and the bone meridians had undergone strange changes.

Two blush appeared on Murong Feiqing's hibiscus-like pink cheeks, her clear eyes hung to the side shyly, and she said in a graceful voice: "Brother Fei is really good at laughing, there are so many lovers in the world, if they all have such thoughts, wouldn't they all become cultivators." ”

"Fei Qing doesn't know, when I miss you, the tenderness of the world enters my eyes, and even the sky is trembling. ”

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and when he didn't think of Murong Feiqing, the sky was full of clouds and smoke, and the starlight in the heavens shattered into flowing shadows and shone, and the sky shook when he breathed and breathed, as if he was trembling.

Murong Feiqing smiled, and said in a Yasheng voice: "If my brother has this intention, I deserve it." ”

"Where, I can't wait. Jiang Fei smiled indifferently and said.

"By the way, I met Uncle Murong in Cangya Mountain a while ago, and I wanted to ask about your movements at that time, but due to time constraints, I didn't have time. ”

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, when he met Murong Lie in Cangya Mountain, he wanted to ask him something about Murong Feiqing more than once, but at that time, the big war was imminent, so he could only force patience and put aside the personal affairs of his children.

"Daddy...... Daddy he ......"

Murong Feiqing's eyes suddenly swelled with a sense of sadness, swaying his head lightly, and in front of his forehead, which was as smooth as jade, a few wisps of green silk swayed with silent sadness.

Jiang Fei's heart was shocked, and he expected some sudden changes, but with Murong Lie's strong cultivation and such a prominent position as General Shengwei, what else could he encounter?

"Feiqing, what's wrong with uncle?"

"Bad news from home, my father has not been heard from since he went out a month ago, and I still don't know where he is......"

Murong Fei's clear eyes overflowed with tears, and she fell like a pearl with a broken thread.

"What?"

Jiang Feiqing's eyes were full of shock, unbelievable that the general of the dignified dynasty would disappear for no reason.

Obviously, there must be some hidden secrets in this.

Murong Feiqing raised her green sleeves to hide her face and sob, her sad posture was pitiful, red and flying in the wind, floating with sorrow in the sky.