Chapter 251 has been absent from the deputy head for a long time

Back then, he was able to face Ning Xuewei, who had been in a coma for more than a year, with gratitude and pity.

And after Ning Xuewei woke up, he didn't know how to face her because of a joke from the mission elder.

After a long time, the past is like smoke.

Du Feiyun once thought that he hadn't seen each other for several years, distracted by the deep hatred of blood and hard cultivation, and he had buried her deep in his heart and no longer remembered her.

But I never thought that when I saw her again, it would be like this.

At that moment, all the past came to his heart, and a colic pain tore his heart apart, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Seeing her like a little grass in the wind and rain, the trace of despair revealed under a dozen bright swords, his heart was like a knife cut, stinging.

At this moment, he realized that the figure had long been buried in his heart, even after several ups and downs, he still never forgot it.

Is this love? Maybe that's it.

The black streamer bloomed suddenly, and the distance of thousands of feet was instantaneous, and the speed of the sprout was still incomparable.

His eyes stared directly at the dozen or so brilliant sword gangs, almost filled with anger, and his hands subconsciously pinched out a complicated magic trick, drawing a hand shadow.

A bloody hand the size of a zhang suddenly appeared, suddenly appearing around her, and the bloody hand half-grasped and shrouded her.

More than a dozen sword gangs that were enough to crack the stone were slashed into the blood-colored giant's hand, but they were not injured in the slightest, but they shattered and exploded one after another, and more than a dozen monks holding the sword gang were suddenly shocked by the force of the shock and vomited blood, flying out of the gang like a broken sack.

The bloody hand suddenly stretched out, sweeping the three zhang circles around her, and all the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect were swallowed by the blood light, and there was not even a scum left.

Immediately after, in the shocked gazes of countless disciples, the blood-colored giant hand became ten zhang in size, sweeping all the Qingshan Sword Sect disciples in one place. After that, the giant hand was like the iron hooves of an ancient giant beast, raised high, and slapped it fiercely at the crowd of disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect.

Bang!!

The earth-shattering sound burst open, stirring through the valley, and even the earth trembled a few times, cracking dozens of cracks several feet wide.

The entire sixty-eight disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect, all of whom were the best among the inner disciples, all had innate early and middle stage cultivation, but under this giant hand, they couldn't even let out a scream, and all of them disappeared into powder.

The smoke and dust cleared, the rumbling sound gradually subsided, and a deep pit of tens of zhang in size appeared in the valley, but there was not even a single corpse at the bottom of the pit.

With her eyes closed, Ning Xuewei, who thought she was going to die, heard the strange sounds around her, and opened her eyes at this time, but what greeted her was a face that she couldn't even dream of.

It's him! It's him! Is it an illusion?

Ning Xuewei closed her eyes, her bloodless lips trembled slightly, and when she opened her eyes again, she still had the same face in front of her, gentle and handsome.

It's really him! He's really there!

Before she died, Ning Xuewei had made a wish to Lu Shangtian, if she could see him again before being divided by more than a dozen sword gangs, how good it would be. Now, God has favored her and finally fulfilled her wish, and she is inexplicably surprised in her heart.

Then, her eyes went black and she fainted.

Du Feiyun took a step forward, stretched out his powerful arms, grabbed her slender waist, hugged her tightly in his arms, pressed her forehead, and whispered something softly.

The disciples of the Liuyun Sect who had survived the catastrophe froze in place, stunned, looking at the huge pit as if they had seen a ghost, they all swallowed their saliva quietly, and then their eyes fell on the slender and upright figure in the field.

It's him!!It's him!!

As a disciple of Zangxue Ice Peak, there was hardly anyone who didn't know this man. It was this legendary man who became the only male regularist in the history of the Tibetan Snow Ice Peak. The female disciples looked at Du Feiyun's back one after another, their eyes were full of excited expressions, and they couldn't help but look at the huge pit, thinking back to Fang Cai's terrifying giant hand, and their hearts were shocked beyond measure. ...,

Lin Yin also recognized Du Feiyun, and her pretty face suddenly bloomed like a smile like a flower, and she was about to rush to the front with excitement, but she suddenly thought of something and stopped again.

A moment later, in the silent and silent field where the falling leaves could be heard, more than thirty female disciples saluted in unison: "I've seen the deputy head of Feiyun!"

Dire and Mengmeng had turned into human form, and they were standing not far away, looking at the scene in the field, the two girls were together and didn't know what they were muttering, their eyes kept glancing over Ning Xuewei and Du Feiyun, as if they were discussing some gossip.

"Dire, why is Du Feiyun hugging Sister Xue Wei?"

"Oh, Mengmeng, you're so stupid, don't you see that woman can't stand steadily?"

"No, when I couldn't stand on my feet before, why didn't Du Feiyun hug me?"

"Do you think Du Feiyun will hug a fat bird that can't stand steadily?"

"You, Dire, you're bullying me! Also, Du Feiyun must be bullying Sister Xue Wei too!"

"Oh, that's called bullying, so I'll bully you. Hey, what are you doing, don't run, let me bully you......"

More than thirty female disciples in the audience were watching, and everyone seemed to be quite familiar, Du Feiyun didn't want to be too angry, waved his hand to signal everyone to be polite, and then greeted everyone with a smile.

As for Ning Xuewei, her body was fine, but she was temporarily unconscious when her yuan power was exhausted, and he injected a trace of mellow mana into Ning Xuewei's body, and nourished her meridians and dantian, and by the way, after helping her sort out the veins, he recovered his mana.

After a while, Ning Xuewei recovered and finally woke up. As soon as it caught his eyes, it was Du Feiyun's gentle smiling face full of concern, and when he noticed the powerful arms around his waist, Ning Xuewei's pretty face was suddenly dyed with two blushes, and even the delicate ears became red.

She hurriedly broke free from Du Feiyun's embrace, took two steps back, and looked at Du Feiyun with a complicated expression, her eyes were full of surprise and excitement, but the white fingers under the sleeves of her robe were secretly clenched, and she didn't even notice that her nails were sinking into her palms.

Du Feiyun looked at her gently, his eyes were filled with something called tenderness, and his heart seemed to be warm, and there was a feeling that he was about to melt.

"Senior Sister Xuewei, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"

He spoke, his voice strangely hoarse, as if out of tune. No matter then, or now, his title has not changed.

It's just that it's not what it used to be.

Ning Xuewei looked at the outline of his face that was close at hand, and didn't dare to look at his gentle eyes, the look on his face gradually faded, and little by little, gradually became calm, cold, and indifferent.

She lowered her head, bowed, and said in a calm tone: "It's been a long time, Deputy Head Feiyun, the disciple can't afford to be called Senior Sister, you can call me Ning Xuewei." ”

Du Feiyun suddenly felt like thunder, his body froze in place, his hands under the sleeves of his robe were suddenly clenched, his eyes looked directly at Ning Xuewei, and the gentleness in it gradually dissipated.

"For what?" Although he knew that there would be no answer, he still couldn't help but ask, otherwise, he felt that this would become his inner demon.

"If Deputy Head Feiyun has nothing else to do, then the disciple will retreat. Ning Xuewei's face and eyes were very calm, and her tone was even more indifferent to the usual indifference of the disciples of Zangxue Bingfeng, and she couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations.

Seeing Du Feiyun standing in place, just staring at him, a look called sadness gradually appeared in her eyes, she hurriedly lowered her head and couldn't bear to look at it, turned around to greet the other disciples, sorted out the team and counted the number of people, and then packed up the battlefield and prepared to return to the camp.

High in the sky, there is a golden sun sprinkled down, there is a quiet and peaceful between heaven and earth, and the warm breeze blows, which is intoxicating. And he, the warmth in his heart gradually disappeared, and he gradually felt cold and cold. ...,

The sun shone on him, spreading his shadow on the ground and dragging it on for a long time. He stood in place, looking at Ning Xuewei's slender and emaciated back, and never left for a long time.

Ning Xuewei had a layer of mist in her eyes, counted the number of people as usual, and then asked the disciples to take the bodies of the senior sisters out of the valley and gradually move away.

Facing her was a dazzling eye, spread on her pretty face, shaking her so much that she couldn't open her eyes, even on a warm spring day, but she couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

Her steps staggered, her face became more and more pale, and the mist in her eyes finally slid down her cheeks after leaving the valley.

Sometimes, she understands that she seems to have fallen into a demon, and there is something called **, which has long been planted deep in her heart, and she can't erase it.

However, she understands better that it is false after all, and everything will be forgotten in the depths of her memory. Even if she won't forget, doesn't want to forget, doesn't want to forget, but has to force herself to forget after all.

Many years ago, he had been silent, cultivating in obscurity and doing sect tasks. At that time, he would affectionately call her Senior Sister Xuewei, and he would show her a sincere smile from the bottom of his heart.

If she could, how she wished that he would still be the one who was unknown, or the one who talked to him about his cultivation perception and the motivation to practice hard.

It's just that things are easy. When she needed him the most, he was nowhere to be seen, and when she missed him the most, he was far away.

Today, when we meet again, he is the great monk who stands proudly in the clouds and looks down on all beings, he has turned dozens of inner disciples into ashes with a snap of his fingers, he is the deputy head of the glory, and he is the demon who has become famous in the Baichuan Territory.

And she is still just an obscure inner disciple, standing like grass in the crowd, stormy, crumbling, and embarrassed.

"We have love, but we can't love, and I can't bear your love, it's so heavy that I can't breathe. ”

"I love you, and I can't forget to erase it in this life, but I can only leave you and look up to you in the crowd. ”

"If you are well, I will be happy, and I have you in my heart, and this life is enough. ”

The moment her back disappeared at the mouth of the valley, Ning Xuewei finally stopped her stumbling steps, squatted down weakly, held her cheeks with both hands, and choked silently, letting her tears rain down.

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