Chapter 873: The Story of Ling Yun Feng (I)

Northern Xinjiang, Yanwu University.

Although the dean of Yanwu Academy is Yan Yin, and the vice president is the monarch of the current Fengyun Empire, Yan Yin people don't know where, and it is impossible for Fengyun Chenggong, as the monarch of the empire, to come to Yanwu Academy in person, so everything in Yanwu Academy falls on Ling Yunfeng, the acting dean.

As the acting dean of Yanwu Academy, Ling Yunfeng undoubtedly shoulders a lot of responsibility.

However, over the years, Yanwu Academy can be said to have developed well under his careful management.

Even to a certain extent, Yanwu Academy already has the strength to compete with Qingyue Mountain.

Qingyue Mountain is known as the holy land of cultivators in the world.

And Yanwu Academy has become a holy academy in the hearts of thousands of warriors.

This is the cradle of warriors, and it is also the place that all warriors dream of.

Because here, there is an existence that represents the highest achievement on the path of a warrior.

Martial saint, the realm that the world's warriors dream of.

It's just that this is also the realm that Ling Yunfeng has been pursuing for many years.

It has been more than twenty years since he became a Martial King, but after so many years, he still hasn't broken through to the Martial Saint.

For him, this is undoubtedly a sad thing.

Fortunately, there are many people like him in Yanwu Academy. Such as the emperor and his party, such as a false name, and like the wind nine swords and Zhuang Shu them.

On this day, Ling Yunfeng and Xu Xiaohua were walking on a small road in Yanwu Academy, chatting about some trivial things.

Unlike Ling Yunfeng, after all these years, Xu Xiaohua's strength has broken through from the realm of the Spirit King to the Spirit Saint, and she is currently a first-order existence of the Spirit Saint.

Her face is still the same, as beautiful as a flower in the morning dew. Even though she has been a mother for many years, her skin looks like that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

For Xu Xiaohua, Ling Yunfeng naturally loves it with his heart.

It's just that in Xu Xiaohua's opinion, Ling Yunfeng's love for her doesn't seem to be so complete. In the corner of his heart, she never walked in.

Seemingly, there was something hidden in that corner.

Although Ling Yunfeng didn't say it, Xu Xiaohua also guessed a little. It should be related to a relationship that Ling Yunfeng had experienced, but that relationship left him some pain, so he chose to seal it in a corner of his heart.

"More than a month ago, Shangguan Jianhong sent him and his daughter to Yanwu Academy. Walking on the quiet path, Ling Yunfeng said softly to Xu Xiaohua beside him, "Now that a month has passed, that Shangguan Mei'er seems to have adapted to the life of Yanwu Academy. However, she seems to be a little withdrawn, and she doesn't fit into the circle of Hai Qian and Yan Yunying. ”

Sighing softly, Xu Xiaohua said, "I heard Ling Yi's girl say that she said that Hai Qian and they all wanted Shangguan Mei'er to join them, but she was a little lonely and unwilling to accept their friendliness. In addition to listening to the lectures of several teachers every day, the rest of the time is a quiet cultivation alone. I think it has something to do with the fact that she lost her mother when she was a child. ”

"Maybe!" Ling Yunfeng sighed, "Although I don't have a very deep impression of the dance, I also know a little about her." It seems that such a peerless proud woman of the drunken Yinfang can become the existence of the owner of the drunken Yinfang, but in the end, she can give up everything without hesitation for the sake of love and travel around with Shangguan Jianhong. Shangguan Jianhong is a swordsman, a swordsman that many people can't understand. But Wu Coquettish has become one of the people who can understand him. The combination of the two of them is, in a way, not surprising. ”

"It's just a pity that Wu Meiqing died in miscarriage when she gave birth to Shangguan Mei'er. Xu Xiaohua said sadly, "For the sake of the child in her belly, she chose to give up her life." This kind of greatness is not something that ordinary people can do. ”

Nodding, Ling Yunfeng said, "Yes, this may be mother's love!"

Speaking of this, Ling Yunfeng looked at Xu Xiaohua with tenderness, gently held his lover's jade hand with his only remaining arm, and then said slowly, "But then again, sometimes life is so fragile. The Spirit Saint can be said to be a master above hundreds of millions of people. But at some point, their lives are just as fragile as ordinary people. From this incident, I can understand a truth: human life does not change because of how powerful you are. ”

With a soft hum, Xu Xiaohua whispered, "That's true, life is always so fragile." Even a strong person with thousands of years of lifespan may lose his life one day because of a trivial matter. ”

The two chatted for a while, and finally Ling Yunfeng stopped, looked at Xu Xiaohua and said, "In a few days, I want to go out." ”

"Go out?" Looking at Ling Yunfeng, Xu Xiaohua wondered, "Where are you going?"

Looking at the distant sky, Ling Yunfeng muttered in a low voice, "Her tomb." ”

Who is she?

Xu Xiaohua didn't ask, because she knew who she was.

It was a woman that Ling Yunfeng loved before her.

The woman, like her, was a healer.

However, she died in the end.

How he died, Ling Yunfeng never told outsiders. Even if she had been his wife for many years, she had never heard Ling Yunfeng talk about it.

It's just that Xu Xiaohua is puzzled why Ling Yunfeng suddenly wants to go to her tomb. It has been nearly thirty years since Ling Yunfeng became a Martial King and returned to Southern Academy. In all these years, at least in Xu Xiaohua's impression, Ling Yunfeng had never been to the tomb of her that he was talking about. Why is it that today, he said that he was going there?

"How long?" Xu Xiaohua asked out loud.

"I will borrow the god of fire from Teacher Su and them, it should take less than half a month. Looking at Xu Xiaohua, Ling Yunfeng said.

"Hmm" hummed softly, and Xu Xiaohua was silent.

Three days later, Ling Yunfeng took the opportunity of Su Xin's visit to Yanwu Academy to tell her about borrowing the God of Fire.

For Ling Yunfeng's request, Su Xin agreed to Ye Qingchen.

The Fire God also listened to Su Xin's words very much, and happily agreed to help Ling Yunfeng.

So, Ling Yunfeng set off and left Yanwu Academy under the burden of the Fire God.

Before he left, he temporarily handed over the work of the academy to Yang Qiushi to take care of.

More than ten years have passed, and Yang Qiushi has become a martial king.

Because of Yan Yin's relationship and the influence of One Piece and Horseshoe Crab, Ling Yunfeng deliberately cultivated Yang Qiushi and became his right-hand man. It was also because Yang Qiushi already had the ability to help him deal with affairs that Ling Yunfeng would leave so peacefully.

But on the other side, Ling Yunfeng flew straight to the southern frontier with the god of fire.

It flew over the former site of the Yanyun Mountain Range, flew over Donghai City, and flew over Southern Academy.

Eventually, he and Vulcan arrived in the town of Listening to the Wind.

"Here?" landed on Ling Yunfeng's shoulder, and the Fire God spoke, "I think I've been to this place before, but that was many years ago. ”

Indeed, the god of fire has been to listen to the wind town.

After it was cleaned up by the wind god in the wind bay, it became Ye Qingchen's mount. Then, it accompanied Ye Qingchen and the team of Southern Academy to Tingfeng Town.

Ling Yunfeng didn't make a sound, but walked towards the south of Tingfeng Town.

Listen to the wind town, known because of Tempest Bay.

Listen to the wind, listen to the wind in the Bay of Tempest, and the wind that comes and goes without a trace in nature.

The environment of Tingfeng Town is very good, and the people here are also very simple and kind.

In the south of the small town of Listening to the Wind, a slightly remote place. There is a stream with gravel and crystal clear water, and fish can sometimes be seen paradling among the gravel.

In the upper reaches of the stream, there is a forest.

With the God of Fire with him, Ling Yunfeng walked into the woods.

After walking for about half a pillar of incense, they came to the depths of the woods. Here, the god of fire saw a wooden house, a wooden house that had gone through an unknown amount of wind and rain.

There were a lot of weeds in front of the house, but you could see the gravel in the grass. It's just that it seems that no one has cleaned it up for many years, and the accumulated leaves are rotten and rotten here, and there is a very strong earthy smell.

"Once, I made an appointment with her to spend the rest of my life here, and I stayed with her for the rest of my life. I don't know if it was the Fire God who said it, or if he was talking to himself, Ling Yunfeng whispered, "Over the years, I didn't dare to think about her because I was afraid. I'm afraid of the pain in my heart, I'm afraid that I'll fall into the sadness of memories. ”

Although the Fire God and Ling Yunfeng were very familiar, they were still very confused about the one he was talking about.

"Who is that she you are talking about?" the Vulcan asked aloud, "Is it Ling Yi's mother, Xu Xiaohua?"

Shaking his head, Ling Yunfeng said, "It's not Xiaohua." ”

Before the Fire God could ask again, he saw Ling Yunfeng walking towards the wooden house.

The wooden door had rotted, and the iron lock on the door was rusty.

Breaking the iron lock, Ling Yunfeng entered the wooden house with the God of Fire.

However, the wooden house did not have the contents of the tables and chairs as the Vulcan had imagined, but only a tomb.

The tomb standing in the middle of the house was the first time the god of fire had heard of it.

In the world, some people build tombs as luxurious as palaces, and some people build tombs as simple and unpretentious. But the tomb that stands in the house seems to be the only one in front of you.

On the grave, there is a stone stele.

Walking forward, Ling Yunfeng reached out and gently wiped the dust off the stele. Finally, the god of fire saw the handwriting on the stone tablet.

"Beloved wife Lu Zhifei, Yun Fengli. The Vulcan said in a loud voice.

When Yiyi was teaching Yan Yunxi and Yan Yunqing, the god of fire had been by their side, so it also had some grasp of human writing. As a result, it was able to recognize the handwriting on the stele.

Looking at Ling Yunfeng, the Fire God whispered, "Who is this Concubine Lu Zhi?"

"A woman, a woman I once loved and still love. Ling Yunfeng replied, "It's been thirty years, and it's been thirty years since she left me. ”

Caressing the handwriting on the stone tablet, Ling Yunfeng silently shed two lines of tears.

For the next three days, Ling Yunfeng had been standing in front of this stone monument without leaving here. And the god of fire was quietly by his side.

Although it really wanted to know what the relationship between Ling Yunfeng and this Concubine Lu Zhi was, it understood that it should not disturb Ling Yunfeng at this time.

Perhaps, he is reminiscing;

Reminiscing about his past, remembering his past.

and Concubine Lu Zhi's past, and Concubine Lu Zhi's past.

On this day, Ling Yunfeng finally moved.

Withdrawing his hand, Ling Yunfeng looked at the Fire God who fell on his shoulder, and said, "Don't you want to know who she is, then I'll tell you a story!"

(Maybe someone has already guessed my intention of writing Ling Yunfeng, and there is no doubt that I will indeed give Ling Yunfeng an ending in these chapters.) In the closing part, every one of the more important characters in the book will have his ending. For better or for worse, I will give them a story that has a beginning and an end. ）