Jianling

When Shen Chongxuan returned to Wenting Mountain, the sky was bright, and Chu Wanzhen was sitting at the door of his room, wringing his fingers involuntarily. When he saw him coming back, he quickly walked forward and said anxiously: "What's the matter? Master?" ?—Speak up, Zhongxuan!"

Shen Zhongxuan glanced at her, and said lightly: "Your Highness will learn martial arts from me in the future, or go back to the palace."

It was only then that Chu Wanzhen noticed that he was coming all the way in the sun, but there was a person lying behind him. When Shen Zhongxuan raised his head, his side face was still rubbing against that person's face. Chu Wanzhen reached out to grab it, but Shen Zhongxuan backed away , barely avoided: "Your Highness, go and change a room. The door of this room was broken by me."

"Just now Bi Wuwu came back with a sullen face and was seriously injured. Did Master win? What the hell..."

Shen Zhongxuan lifted his eyelids wearily, glanced at Feng Lin who was silent at the side, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ah wake up and rest."

"Tell me the truth, Zhongxuan, Master..."

Shen Zhongxuan glanced around briefly, the person on his back was completely silent, life and death were unknown, and Feng Henwan and Cen Mu had long since disappeared, and at this time only Feng Lin, Shilian and Chu Wanzhen were still there.

Until the person on his back slowly let out a breath of warm air, breathing steadily and long, spraying on Shen Zhongxuan's neck, burning a long-lost ecstasy in his heart.

"Hmm." Zhong Xuan calmly looked at Shang Chu Wan's eyes full of concern, and said softly, "Ah Xing is fine."

Chu Wanzhen was stunned for a moment, and wept with joy, and Feng Lin's eyes suddenly shone brightly.

"Grow up well."

When Meng Xing rested his eyes, he was sincerely waiting for death.

Before his eyes, it was like a revolving lantern, experiencing all kinds of joys and sorrows in the past 20 years.

When he was young, he was dressed in a satin shirt, with a crown and belt, and listened to the praises from people around him in different ways, until Fu Suoqiu fell to the ground with two swords in his hands, frowned and smiled wryly, and handed him over to Meng Wubei, who was dressed in white, in a pool of blood. .He looked down at the world of mortals behind Meng Wubei, sitting and watching the world, then Feng Lin stretched out his hand to him, and Feng Henwan toasted him with a bowl of wine.Later, he bid farewell to his master's lonely tomb in the ice and snow, and met Shen Shenxuan in the spring when the grass was growing and the birds were flying. For three years, he followed him like a shadow.

Grow up well, live well, and grow old well.

Meng Xing suddenly felt a pain in his heart, but it was Xiao Tongbei who suddenly drew his sword back from its sheath, raised his leg with a frosty face, and kicked away the Jushuang sword that was originally on the side of Meng Xing's neck.

Zhuoshuangjian landed alone three feet away, Meng Xing raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Tongbei in bewilderment.

The Guiyuan sword buzzed, Xiao Tongbei still frowns coldly.The mountain wind rushed from in front of him, sending the smell of blood around him to Meng Xing's nose.

"Xiao, Senior Xiao...Thank you, Senior Chongxuan!" Zhongxuan suddenly understood something, and kowtowed to him hard, his forehead hit the jagged strange rock heavily, and he seemed to hear Xiao Tong lamenting His breath seemed to be just a cold wind passing through.

Xiao Tongbei didn't look back, and he walked with difficulty, but his back was always straight, like the Guiyuan sword in his scabbard, which would never bend.

"Xiao doesn't kill people without swords." He said word by word, and then continued like a sheep after a deadlock, "Don't make an example."

Meng Xing fell into a coma for three whole days, and Shen Zhongxuan stayed by the bedside to take care of him. Chu Wanzhen was born to be served, so he could only be pushed away by Shen Zhongxuan helplessly until Feng Henwan's exhaustion of Zhongxuan's internal energy After finding out, she forced herself onto the bed, and Chu Wan really doubted that she would even have the chance to get within three feet of Meng Xing.

When Meng Xing woke up on the fourth day, it was Chu Wanzhen who was guarding by the bed.

"Master!"

The little girl obediently changed into women's clothes early on. She was indeed beautiful, her eyes were like water, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, like a lotus dipped in water, and the new moon came out of the clouds. Meng Xing was forced to frown his eyebrows by her cry, Dazedly thinking about the little apprentice's self-esteem, he slowly relaxed his brows and replied.

"Master, do you want to drink water?" Chu Wanzhen turned away early on, wanting to impress Meng Xing, and immediately brought a cup of tea. Taking a sip from the cup in her hand, she chatted to soothe her throat.

Meng Xing lost a lot of blood, his body was still very weak, and his eyes continued to go black, but his mind gradually cleared up, and he asked, "Where's Yuan Yuan?"

Chu Wanzhen was stunned for a moment: "Yuan Yuan?"

"Your brother."

Chu Wan really realized suddenly: "Brother, he is resting in the next room."

Meng Xing pursed his lips, but still couldn't hold back: "Junior Brother?"

Chu Wan really giggled and said: "Yes, I asked them, the younger brother is only 14 years old--Master, I am fifteen!"

Meng Xing: "...Okay."

Meng Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then heard Chu Wanzhen pouted and complained unhappy: "Master, it's true, I asked him just after waking up, you've been in a coma for three days! These three days... these three days, I also have I will take care of you without eating or drinking for such a day."

"one day?"

Chu Wan was really unhappy: "It was my younger brother who stopped me two days ago! I know whether men and women can kiss each other... Bah! Men and women can be kissed just by giving and receiving?"

Perhaps she spoke too sincerely, and Meng Xing knew Shen Zhongxuan very well, as if seeing Shen Zhongxuan smiling like a spring breeze, speaking the same words as Lin Dong, and treating the little poor who came to visit The appearance of Princess Ning firmly blocking the door.Meng Xing smiled and said, "Don't argue with him, he is too dependent on me."

He hadn't finished speaking when he heard Feng Henwan yelling from outside the door angrily: "Hey - I'm just talking about early in the morning, who dares to be so ignorant, there is still someone lying in the next room, that little mouth talking loudly!" It’s strange to say that.”

Chu Wanzhen's smile immediately collapsed, and her condescending arrogance made her unable to accept the fact that Feng Henwan was dead, even though what made her more uncomfortable was her powerlessness.

When Feng Henwan opened the door and came in, Meng Xing half leaned on the bed, still sick and pale, the room was filled with the smell of medicine, Feng Henwan covered his nose and said jokingly: "Let me take a look, what is this?" Sister who is sick at home? Is she born beautiful, can she stand up to Bi Wuxian's swords?"

"Say less." Meng Xing was provoked by him to laugh, but he didn't bother to bicker, "What's wrong with Yuan Yuan?"

Feng Henwan said: "Don't be in a hurry, you still have energy." He paused, and then said, "How heavy is your Jianling Sword Art?"

"It's been a long time since I practiced. I was on the fifth level before, but the sixth level is always restrained by internal force. What's the matter?"

Feng Henwan sneered, and said without hesitation, "Just try it when you wake up."

Meng Xing was stunned for a moment: "Could it be that there is another chance to escape this time?"

"Your chance is not to escape from the dead." Feng Henwan pulled a wine gourd from his waist, poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth, and said with a smile, "How do you think you can wake up in three days? Your good apprentice can't What a reckless waste, the unique and wonderful Du'er Dan, he just gave it to you, and it took a breath of immortality."

Meng Xing was even more stunned: "Lingmiao Du'er Dan? - What is it?"

Feng Henwan: "..."

When Song Zhubo learned that Lingmiao Duerdan was being fed to Meng Xing by Shen Xuan, Han Shuisha didn't say much, but his hand holding Wen Han's knife became tighter and tighter. Cen Mu only suspected that this person might have died In my heart, Meng Xing with his left hand and heavy hand with his right hand Xuan Xuan packed them together and threw them down from the top of Wenting Mountain to feed the fish.

But Zhong Xuan didn't have much repentance, and said plausibly: "Ah Xing is useful."

Song Zhubo gritted his teeth, and said with the greatest patience in his life: "Even if you use it to restore some internal strength to yourself, it is still useful."

Zhong Xuan smiled and said, "Then what's wrong with me using it to save Master?"

Song Zhubo had nothing to say.

Meng Xing knocked on Chong Xuan's door, and it was Song Zhubo who opened the door.

He was still dressed in black and strong, and he didn't say much when he saw Meng Xing, but his eyes were like cold water, and he ignored Meng Xing's gentle and kind smile: "What's the matter?"

Meng Xing: "?"

I think my apprentice needs something else?

But Meng Xing survived the catastrophe, and was in a particularly good mood. He completely ignored Song Zhubo's "losing money" written all over his face, and said in a good temper: "Brother Song, it's hard work. Come and see Yuanyuan."

"He doesn't want to see..."

Song Zhubo hadn't finished speaking, but he heard a heavy and joyful voice from inside the room: "A Xing?"

Song Zhubo: "..."

Meng Xing looked at him innocently, Song Zhubo sneered and said, "He doesn't want to see you dying."

The day before, Feng Lin and Shi Lian were sent by Chu Wanzhen to escort Cheng Zi to see him. He said that he wanted to punish Cheng Zi to see him for [-] month, but in private, his brows were curved, and he said to Shi Lian: "Senior Cheng killed too much. For the rest of your life, you should serve the Buddha well, and in this bloody rivers and lakes, you should stop bothering him."

Shi Lian knelt down and kowtowed to her, respectfully said: "Young monk understands."

Chu Wanzhen nodded slightly at that time, and glanced at the full moon outside the window: "You should leave as soon as possible, Feng Shaoxia has to take care of family affairs, so there is no need to say goodbye to Master."

Feng Lin remained silent and could only do what she wanted.

So things have finally come to an end.

But no one guessed that Xiao Tongbei would return to Wenting Mountain again.

Zhong Xuan fed the last spoonful of medicinal soup into Meng Xing's mouth, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and then heard Feng Henwan jokingly joking with Xiao Tongbei: "Oh, why are you back?"

Xiao Tong sadly brushed away Feng Henwan's hand on his shoulder expressionlessly, but his expression was extremely solemn: "Xiao's barrier has been broken."

Meng Xing couldn't cry well, but still smiled: "Congratulations."

"I'm here to ask," Xiao Tongbei said word by word, "why write it off?"

"..."

Xiao Tongbei repeated again: "How can you write off what you owe Yuanzhi?"

Feng Henwan's face froze slightly, and Meng Xing's originally calm expression also changed slightly.

"My brother, why did you die?"

The author has something to say: [Volume [-] Changfeng Qi] is over.

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A little excited, I didn't expect time to pass so fast...!Next is the second volume, the second volume is about memories, a large part is about the past of Meng Wubei and Xiao Shuhua, as well as Zai Zai A Xing and Zai Zai Tongbei.

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