At that time, he could feel full of gratitude and love for Ning Xuewei, who had been in coma for more than a year. But after Ning Xuewei woke up, he didn't know how to face her because of a joke made by the mission elder.
After so many years, the past is like smoke.
Du Feiyun once thought that after not seeing each other for several years, distracted by the blood feud and hard work in cultivation, he had buried her deep in his heart and no longer remembered her.
But he never thought that when he saw her again, he would be in such a situation.
At that moment, all the past events came to his mind, and a burst of cramping pain tore his heart apart, and his face suddenly turned pale.
When he saw her, who was like grass in the wind and rain, showing a trace of despair under a dozen bright swords, his heart felt like a knife cutting and tingling.
At this moment, he realized that that figure had been buried in his heart for a long time. Even after many storms, he had never forgotten it.
Is this love? Maybe this is it.
The black stream of light suddenly bloomed, and the distance of a thousand feet was reached in an instant. Mengmeng's speed was still unparalleled. His eyes looked directly at the dozens of bright swords. He was filled with anger for a few days, and his hands subconsciously made complicated spells.
Jue, draw a hand shadow.
A bloody hand about one foot in size suddenly appeared around her, covering her with the bloody hand half-held.
More than a dozen sword gangs, which were powerful enough to crack monuments and crack stones, slammed into the bloody giant hand, but failed to cause any damage. Instead, they all shattered and exploded. The dozen monks holding the sword gangs were immediately shocked.
The force of the shock caused blood to vomit out, and it flew out like a broken sack.
The bloody hand suddenly spread out and swept away a three-foot radius around her. All the Qingshan Sword Sect disciples were swallowed up by the blood, and not even the dregs were left.
Immediately afterwards, under the horrified gazes of countless disciples...the giant bloody hand became ten feet in size, sweeping all the Qingshan Sword Sect disciples in one place. Then, like the iron hooves of an ancient giant beast, the giant hand was raised high and directed at
The crowd of would-be Qingshan Sword Sect disciples slapped him hard.
Boom!!
An earth-shaking muffled sound exploded, jittering in the valley. Even the earth trembled, and dozens of cracks several feet wide opened.
A total of sixty-eight Qingshan Sword Sect disciples, all of whom are the best among the inner sect disciples...all have early and middle innate cultivation levels, but under this giant hand, not even a scream can be uttered, and they all disappear.
Turn into powder.
The smoke and dust dissipated, the rumbling sound gradually subsided, and a deep pit dozens of feet in size appeared in the valley, but there was not even a body at the bottom of the pit.
Ning Xuewei, who had her eyes closed tightly, thinking that she would die...heard strange noises around her, opened her eyes, and what came into view was a face that she had never imagined even in her dreams.
It's him! It's him! Is this an illusion?
Ning Xuewei closed her eyes, her bloodless lips trembling slightly. When she opened her eyes again, she still saw that face in front of her... gentle and handsome.
It's really him! He really showed up!
Before she died, Ning Xuewei made a wish to heaven. It would be great if she could see him again before being torn apart by dozens of swords. Now, God has favored her and finally fulfilled her wish.
She was inexplicably surprised.
Then, her eyes darkened and she fainted.
Du Feiyun took a step forward...stretched out his strong arms...grabbed her slender waist, held her tightly in his arms, pressed his forehead against hers, and murmured something softly.
The Liuyun Sect disciples who survived the disaster... stood there dumbfounded, staring at the huge pit as if they had seen a ghost. They all swallowed quietly, and soon their eyes fell on the slender figure in the field.
It’s him!! It’s him!!
As a disciple of Zangxue Bingfeng, almost everyone does not know this man. It is this legendary man who has become the only male frequent visitor in the history of Zangxue Bingfeng. The female disciples all looked at Du Feiyun's back, their eyes full of passion.
With a moving expression, they couldn't help but look at the huge pit. Thinking back to the terrifying giant hand just now, everyone was shocked beyond measure.
Lin Yin also recognized Du Feiyun, and her pretty face suddenly bloomed with a frightened smile. She was about to run towards him with joy, but suddenly thought of something and stopped again.
A moment later, in the silent place where leaves could be heard falling, more than thirty female disciples bowed their heads in unison and saluted: "I have seen Deputy Master Feiyun!"
Nightmare and Mengmeng have transformed into human forms and are standing not far away, looking at the scene in the field. The two women are whispering together, and their eyes keep glancing at Ning Xuewei and Du Feiyun, as if they are discussing.
What gossip.
"Night Dire, why is Du Feiyun hugging sister Xuewei?"
"Oh, Mengmeng, you are so stupid. Didn't you see that woman couldn't stand still?"
"No, why didn't Du Feiyun hug me when I couldn't stand still?"
"Do you think Du Feiyun would hug a fat bird that is unsteady?"
"You! Nightmare, you are bullying me! Also, Du Feiyun must be bullying Sister Xuewei too!"
"Oh, so this is called bullying, so I'll bully you. Hey, Mengmeng, what are you doing? Don't run away, let me bully you..."
There were more than 30 female disciples in the field watching, and everyone seemed to be familiar with each other. Du Feiyun did not want to appear too pretentious and waved to everyone to excuse themselves, and then greeted everyone with a smile.
As for Ning Xuewei, her health was not serious, but she was temporarily unconscious due to exhaustion of her energy. He injected a trace of mellow magic power into Ning Xuewei's body, traveling around her meridians and Dantian to nourish her, and help her by the way.
After sorting out the context, he took back his magic power.
After a while, Ning Xuewei recovered as before and finally woke up. As soon as she saw Du Feiyun's gentle smiling face full of concern, and noticed the strong arms around her waist, Ning Xuewei's pretty face was immediately filled with emotions.
There was a blush, and even the roots of Jiāonèn’s ears turned red.
She quickly broke away from Du Feiyun's arms, took two steps back, and looked at Du Feiyun with a complex 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 digging into her palms.
Du Feiyun looked at her gently, his eyes filled with something called gentleness, and his heart seemed to be warm, with a feeling of melting.
"Senior Sister Xuewei, long time no see, are you okay?"
When he spoke, his voice was strangely hoarse and seemed a little out of tune. No matter then or now, his title remained the same.
But, things are different now.
Ning Xuewei looked at the outline of his face so close at hand, not daring to look at his gentle eyes. The look on his face gradually faded away, and bit by bit, it gradually became calm, cold and indifferent.
She lowered her head, saluted, and said in a calm tone: "Long time no see, Deputy Head Feiyun, I cannot bear the title of senior sister. You can just call me Ning Xuewei."
Du Feiyun suddenly felt as if he had been struck by thunder, his body stood frozen on the spot, his hands under the sleeves of his robe suddenly clenched, and he looked directly at Ning Xuewei, the tenderness in him gradually dissipated.
"Why?" Although he knew there would be no answer, he couldn't help but ask, otherwise, he felt it would become his inner demon.
"If Deputy Master Feiyun has nothing else to do, then the disciple will leave." Ning Xuewei's face and eyes were calm, and her tone was typical of Zangxue Bingfeng disciples' indifference, and no emotion could be heard.
Seeing Du Feiyun standing there, just staring at him, a look of pain gradually appeared in his eyes, she quickly lowered her head and couldn't bear to look, turned around to greet other disciples, organize the team and count the number of people, then clean up the battlefield and prepare
Return to camp.
High in the sky, the golden sun shines down, and there is peace and tranquility between heaven and earth. The warm breeze blows, which is intoxicating. But the warmth in his heart gradually disappears, and he gradually feels cold and cold.
The sun shone on him, spreading his shadow on the ground and dragging it very long. He stood there, looking at Ning Xuewei's frail and thin back, and did not leave for a long time.
There was a layer of mist in Ning Xuewei's eyes, and she counted the number of people as usual, and then asked her disciples to take the bodies of her sisters out of the valley and gradually fade away.
The dazzling eyes met her face, shining on her pretty face, blinding her. Even on a warm spring day, she couldn't feel the slightest warmth.
Her steps staggered a bit, her face became increasingly pale, and the mist in her eyes finally slid down her cheeks after leaving the valley.
Sometimes, she understood that she seemed to be trapped in a demonic state. There was something called lust that had been deeply planted in her heart and could not be erased or shaken off.
However, she understands better that it is ultimately false, and everything will be like a passing cloud, forgotten in the depths of her memory. Even if she will not forget, is unwilling to forget, and does not want to forget, she will eventually have to force herself to forget.
Many years ago, he had always been silent, practicing in obscurity and doing sect tasks. At that time, he would affectionately call her Senior Sister Xuewei, and would show her a sincere smile from the bottom of his heart.
If possible, she hoped that he would still be the same unknown person, the same person who would talk to him about his cultivation insights and the motivation to practice hard.
However, things have changed. When she needed him the most, he was nowhere to be seen. 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 living beings. He turns dozens of inner disciples into flying ashes with a snap of his fingers. He is the deputy leader in the glory of the world. He is the leader of Baichuan.
The evildoer who has become famous in his territory.
And she was still just an unknown internal flash disciple, standing like a grass in the crowd, swaying in the wind and rain, crumbling, and looking miserable.
"We have love, but we can't love. I can't bear your love. It's too heavy and makes me breathless."
"I love you and I can never 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. With you in my heart, this life is enough."
The moment her back disappeared at the entrance of the valley, Ning Xuewei finally stopped her staggering steps, squatted down weakly, held her cheeks in her hands, choked silently, and let tears fall like rain.
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