Wind and Rain

At the moment when the blade touched Qin Ying's skin, Saint Aunt only heard the sound of a sword whistling like a clear dragon's roar behind her, and a force of force pressed towards her swiftly and violently.

Seeing Chu Feiyang's sudden attack, Yu'er shouted, "Stop him!"

The disciples of Wuji Villa who moved on hearing the order were not close to Chu Feiyang, but they seemed to be slammed out by an invisible wall, and they were even more anxious to intercept them.

Before Yu'er finished speaking, Chu Feiyang was already behind Saint Aunt.

The sword finally failed to penetrate Qin Ying's breathless body. The sword flew out far away, and slanted into the hard stone floor, making a loud noise. The saint also fell heavily, and Yu'er rushed to her side, holding her shoulders worriedly, then turned her head and glared at Chu Feiyang.

Chu Feiyang just glanced at her, his eyes were indescribably gloomy and desolate. Yu'er suddenly felt cold all over her body, and she didn't dare to meet those eyes again.

Chu Feiyang picked up Qin Ying's thin body and embraced it in his arms, and walked back to Jun Shuying step by step. The thin boy who came to report the letter had already lost his senses by the scene just now. At this moment, looking at Qin Ying's soft and lifeless body, tears suddenly spewed out.

Black blood slid down Chu Feiyang's arm, and with every step he walked, there were flowers in full bloom behind him.

Cheng Xuexiang, who had been watching silently from the beginning to the end, had a calm expression on his face, but his hand holding the Shadow Blade turned white unconsciously.

A martial arts alliance disciple suddenly leaned over from behind and said in a low voice, "Leader, this elder is awake, he said—"

Cheng Xuexiang hurriedly approached the elder, carefully identifying the words spit out from the dry, cracked lips like old tree bark: "Please...please...send the divine tree to the holy son...beside..."

When Cheng Xuexiang heard this, he didn't even bother to go down. He put away his sword and hurried to the depths of the courtyard. The **** sapling that was raised by the saint was inside.

When Chu Feiyang walked back with Qin Ying in his arms, Cheng Xuexiang also suddenly appeared in the center of everyone's sight, holding the still withered divine tree sapling in his hand. He seemed to be sure that the elder's words had deep meaning, so he didn't care about anything, and walked straight to Chu Feiyang and Jun Shuying.

When the dry branches touched Qin Ying's skin and the roots were stained with Qin Ying's blood, the weak branches and leaves trembled imperceptibly and gradually came alive.

It is like a dead tree that has been dry for a long time, and its roots are shaking, greedily sucking the black poisonous blood, quickly getting rid of the dry shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the branches have drawn out green shoots. The new leaves emerged, the roots burrowed into the soil under the slate, and took root deeply into the soil, pushing the hard slate out of cracks and then breaking.

It was an almost miraculous sight, the vivid life that burst out of death, growing and spreading in a terrifying gesture. At this moment, what kind of hatred and worldly struggles are eclipsed in front of this purest life.

Chu Feiyang looked at the sapling that had grown to the height of one person and was still struggling to grow, with a moment of confusion on his face.

At that moment, there seemed to be a lot of things rushing through his mind, his incomprehensible chivalry; the ugliest human nature and the most greedy human nature he had ever seen while walking in the arena for many years; he could save a person or a group of people, but it was always just a symptom. The confusion that does not cure the root cause; the deep exhaustion of hatred in exchange for his kindness.

At that moment, his mind seemed to be blank again. He couldn't grasp anything, and couldn't think of anything. Only the sapling that kept growing and interpreting the purest life in the most straightforward manner occupied all his vision and heart. .

A hand grabbed from behind, Chu Feiyang snapped back to his senses and turned his head to look to his side. Jun Shuying was standing beside him, those two dark eyes seemed to contain the most and deepest tenderness and love in the world, and they only looked at him intently.

At that moment, all obsessions and confusions were thrown out of the sky.

I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated. After all the turbulent prosperity and distractions have faded away, this is the most straightforward and deepest yearning in his heart.

Chu Feiyang habitually held Jun Shuying's hand and smiled at him. All the confusion and fatigue in my heart disappeared, and my heart was as clear as a mirror at that moment.

The divine tree also seemed to have grown to the end, and gradually stopped growing. However, in the time of a stick of incense, a small green tree took root in the center of the courtyard, shimmering in the light of the torches, and the twigs and new leaves occasionally swayed slightly with the night wind.

At that moment, the people who were shocked by the previous miracle seemed to come back to their senses, and they looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what to do.

The saint looked at Cheng Xuexiang with cold eyes, and said coldly, "Mr. Cheng, as expected, you turned out to be a fraudulent surrender."

Cheng Xuexiang looked at Saint Nun, then looked at Chu Feiyang again, and suddenly smiled slightly: "This is the end, I don't need to hide anything. You are right, I am swindling, just to deceive you to save the divine tree and save Lian Shan. Clan, and detoxify Chu Daxia. But now, it seems that you are no longer needed. Compared with the fake saint, it shows how noble the real saint is."

Cheng Xuexiang was not a mean person at first, but at this time he deliberately said such words. Forced to be a bystander, after watching this drama of despicable people, it seems that a sigh of turbidity has accumulated in my heart, and I don't feel unhappy.

The saint was not provoked by him, and still looked at him coldly.

Qinglang, who had been silent for a while, seemed to know how to stab her sore spot, and suddenly laughed: "Speaking of which, this scam was proposed by Master Chu. What does it feel like to be dismissed by someone you admire? ."

When the saint heard the words, the expression on her face really distorted, she suddenly sneered and said, "What's wrong with the leader Cheng, what you said in front of the world when you pretended to surrender. , but it is very sincere. You offer a sincere heart, and others don't even bother to step on it. "

Cheng Xuexiang naturally knew what she was referring to, and couldn't help but look back at Jun Shuying. Jun Shuying was also frowning at him, and there was a hint of displeasure in the pair of eyes.

Cheng Xuexiang's lips moved, and an unformed wry smile disappeared from his lips.

"That day... everything I said was false." Wang Shuying-don't mind.

"This is a scam. If you are not sincere, how can you deceive you." Everything in the scam is naturally fake, either fake or fake.

Writer's Word:

Fat Sheep Language: With Jun by your side, I can still fight for another eight hundred years!