"Is Xuan'er back?"

In a room full of herbs, Xie Chengfeng was lying on the bed, his face slightly pale, as if he was closing his eyes and concentrating. He heard the sound of footsteps and suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Master!" Yun Lei walked to Xie Chengfeng, leaned over and whispered: "Master, it's time to take medicine."

Xie Chengfeng sighed slightly, opened his eyes and looked at Xie Xuan.

"Uncle! I'm back." Xie Xuan walked over.

"Okay, okay, just come back." Xie Chengfeng looked at him quietly, murmured, and tried to sit up with his body, but couldn't help but let out a low cough, making his body soft. Yunlei hurriedly put down the medicine soup and helped him: "I'll help you up."

"I didn't expect that one day, Xie Chengfeng would not even sit steadily." Xie Chengfeng shook his head, smiled bitterly, held the medicine bowl and poured a bowl of medicine, and sighed softly: "Lei'er, you've been miserable."

"What is the master saying? It is natural for Lei'er to take care of you." Yunlei's eyes turned red, she helped Xie Chengfeng lie down, then packed the medicine bowl and said to Xie Xuan: "Junior brother, you can talk to the master, I will clean up these things first."

"Yes!" Xie Xuan nodded.

Hearing Yunlei's footsteps ringing in the corridor, Xie Chengfeng closed his eyes tiredly and sighed slightly: "Over the past few days, my body has become weaker and weaker. All things depend on Lei'er to work alone, and he has suffered a lot of grievances. Alas, my master is ashamed of doing this. Not only can't protect his disciples, but he also has to drag her down. In fact, I know that my illness cannot be cured, but Lei'er..."

"Uncle, although your illness is a little worse, it may not be impossible to cure it." Xie Xuan said confidently.

Xie Chengfeng shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, I'm heartbroken and can't be cured. You sit down. You have been unconscious since you were a child. After waking up, I was busy teaching Lei'er. Our uncle and nephew have been together for twelve years, but they haven't said many words, haha!"

Xie Chengfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Xie Xuan sat down, and he knew that Xie Chengfeng must have something to say to him.

Sure enough, Xie Chengfeng turned his head, was silent for a while, and a smile appeared on his face: "I don't know why you suddenly have a strong cultivation. This is your secret. As an uncle, you don't want to ask about it. You have such a deep skill. Even if I go one day, I'm not afraid that you will not have the ability to protect yourself."

"Uncle." Xie Xuan's face moved.

Xie Chengfeng waved his hand, smiled, and stopped Xie Xuan's words. His face suddenly became gloomy, with complicated eyes: "You must have seen that Lei'er's skills have been wiped out, right?"

Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

"You go and ask Lei'er. She must have said nothing, and I won't tell you either. But I know that with your nature, I will never let go easily. I will definitely check it myself and I won't stop you. However, there are two things to tell you." Xie Chengfeng smiled and pondered.

"You said." Xie Xuan's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly.

Xie Chengfeng stared at him tightly, then looked up at the beam in the room and said lightly: "First point, I hope that no matter what you found, no matter how angry you are, you must think twice before you act. The Lingxiao Sect now does not have to go before. Although I don't know how many levels of transcendence you have reached, I can tell you that unless you reach the level of Martial Saint, you don't want to stand up for Lei'er at all."

Xie Xuan flicked his nails, but his face became gloomy. Although he was speculating in his heart that it was Lingxiao Sect who hurt Yun Lei, it was now confirmed.

He used to heal Xie Chengfeng's injuries, so the other party could know that he had the strength of the Transcendence Stage. But he didn't know that even though eight or nine months had just passed, his strength had already exceeded that of the time.

Is the strength of the Martial Saint? If it is a late-stage Martial Saint, it is still a bit of a joke. If it is only a primary or intermediate Martial Saint, it is just a joke. However, not to mention the Martial Saint in the Lingxiao Sect, there are not even many Martial Saints, but now they have to reach the Martial Saint to make a name for themselves. I believe that Xiao Ruoxu has found a backer, and there is no doubt that this backer is the Zhengong Palace.

Xie Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered in his heart.

Xie Chengfeng was silent for a while, his eyes were a little dazed: "Second point, I hope you can remember that no matter what, we are all members of the Lingxiao Sect. Do you understand what I mean?"

Xie Xuan nodded. He understood what Xie Chengfeng meant. For Xie Chengfeng, Lingxiao Sect was not only as simple as a master, but also a spiritual sustenance. He had been bound to Lingxiao Sect throughout his life.

Xie Chengfeng let out a long sigh, with a look of relief on his face, and said with a smile: "Okay, I've said too many unnecessary things, so let's talk about it, what I really want to say."

After he said this, he was silent for a longer time, with nostalgia, sadness, joy and complex expressions on his face, and his eyes were blurred. It took him a long time to withdraw his mind and sighed softly: "Actually, we are not from Izumo, our home is in the sky wind."

"Tianfeng?" Xie Xuan murmured.

Xie Chengfeng smiled and said, "Tianfeng is in the northeast of Nanzhao Kingdom. It is just a small country, and its area is not even half as large as Youzhou. And the eastern land of Shenzhou is too big, and it is too inconspicuous among countless big countries. You don't know if Tianfeng is not surprised."

Nanzhao is located south of Izumo Kingdom and is one of the six border countries.

"So why are we here?"

"I offended the powerful and I can't stay there anymore. Otherwise, who would be willing to leave my hometown?" Xie Chengfeng's voice was very indifferent: "After counting, my elder brother and my clan members left Tianfeng Fashion for only sixteen or seventeen. In the blink of an eye, I didn't expect that twenty years had passed."

"The war in the east China has been going on for years. Maybe there is still a big country in the land today, and it will be completely ashes tomorrow. After so many years, maybe the sky wind will no longer exist. I have long regarded Lingxiao Sect as my home, but I don't know why I suddenly remembered it. I really want to go back and see if she is still there?"

"she?"

Xie Chengfeng shook his head, smiled self-deprecatingly, and whispered: "She has a surname Shangguan, and is called Shangguan Yunjin. She is considered to be Tianfeng's royal family, and is also my cousin." He took out a jade pendant from his arms, stared at it, and rubbed it between his fingers: "This jade pendant is originally a pair, and she is the other half of her holding the ground. If you can meet her in the future, just say to her on my behalf... Forget it, there is no need to say more, just help me see her."

As he said that, he handed the jade pendant to Xie Xuan.

"A very cliché story." After taking the jade pendant, Xie Xuan showed a complicated look on his face. How could he not hear Xie Chengfeng's words seem to be explaining his funeral?
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