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Chapter 120 Five, First Love Flying Away

When He Fengxin walked out from Luoxiao Peak, she panicked like a wintersweet branch that was about to wither, and her whole body was out of shape.She only felt the pain in her heart, and her mind just echoed over and over again what Lin Cheng said to her before:

"Do you know how much trouble you have brought to the Tianmen Sect!"

"You deceived the master to destroy the ancestors and colluded with crooked demons and evil ways first, and then you betrayed and angered Maochen. My Tianmen sect does not have a disciple like you!"

"Now that Maochen has issued a killing order, my Tianmen sect can no longer keep you, and no one can keep you anymore. You can make your own choice..."

"...No one can keep you anymore." Thinking of what Lin Cheng said to her again, He Fengxin only felt a "buzz" in his head, his blood seemed to freeze, and he lost all strength in an instant.

Suddenly, her feet went limp, and she fell sideways beside several bamboo trees. The bamboo was slammed into it, and a piece of bamboo leaf fell down one after another. It's beautiful, it seems that those few green-dyed leaves are showing their last splendor.

He Fengxin allowed his body to be covered with these bamboo leaves, and slowly stretched out his hands to pick them up. Looking quietly at the still luxuriant trees and the leaves that hadn't withered but still fallen, he smiled wryly, and murmured: "It's less than a hundred years old. Taste the debt first, it’s even more tiring to have nothing to return. Now that I live, I will only bring harm to others, so I might as well end it myself, so as not to hurt the innocent lives of my family..."

She lowered her eyes, without any hesitation, she drew the long sword from her waist, and with a flicker of light, she turned around and swiped at her slender neck.She only felt that the light of the sword in her hand was extraordinarily glaring, causing her to close her eyes involuntarily, and a drop of tear inadvertently crossed her clear eyes, and quietly flowed to her forehead.

He Fengxin only felt a slight stabbing pain in her neck, and at the last moment, a face appeared in her mind, not her parents, not her cousin, not Zhong Panji, but that indifferent man——Luan Feng.

She smiled wryly again, and sighed to herself: "It's what you deserve." With force on her hands, she pulled down hard...

There was a crisp sound of "bang", and the sword in her hand was broken by the middle, and when her hand slipped, the sword was sent flying out of control with a huge force.He Fengxin only felt a chill on the tip of his nose, and that breath was clearly Luan Feng's!It's just...how is he here?When she opened her eyes again, she saw a man in white with a cold face, neatly put away the sword in his hand, and looked at her with an unclear expression.

He Fengxin looked at the stern face of the person in front of him, for some reason, there was a burst of sourness in his heart, and he wanted to speak, but before he could speak, tears flowed first.

Luan Feng had obtained an order from Lin Cheng to find He Fengxin earlier, and he had already guessed that Lin Cheng wanted He Fengxin to leave or end it on his own, so as not to cause trouble for the Tianmen sect.

He should have ignored this kind of thing, and he was even willing to serve Lin Cheng when necessary, but today he secretly hid in the dark and looked at He Fengxin like a demon, laughing at himself that he was hopeless, but still Can't let go of He Fengxin who is devastated.

He steals ridiculous, ridiculous.He thought that his world was only about swords, Tianmen sect, and cultivation, but he never thought that before he knew it, his heart no longer belonged to him.

Luan Feng frowned at the sight, there was a shallow bloodstain on He Fengxin's neck, and Yin Hong's blood stained her collar red intermittently, the scar was not deep, but it looked extremely scary.He quickly took out a robe that was as white as solidified snow from the ring, swiped his sword without saying a word, and quickly cut out the softest piece of material, and took out some hemostatic powder from the ring, and scattered them all on the satin.

"Endure." He said two words expressionlessly, then clumsily but cautiously leaned forward, and wrapped the white silk around He Fengxin's neck.The medicine powder stained the wound, and it stinged slightly, and she couldn't help snorting because of the burning. Luan Feng shook his hands inadvertently when he heard the sound, and then loosened the white silk, and then tied it carefully.

He Fengxin looked at his face, her happiness was a little illusory, she slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the man in front of her.She was afraid that all of this was false, she had died a long time ago, and this person in front of her was just her last remnant.

Just when her fingertips were about to touch Luan Feng's face, she was grabbed by him.Luan Feng looked away from He Fengxin's white jade neck, and said coldly: "Don't move around, follow me."

Only then did He Fengxin realize what he had done, and his face burned, and the burning pain from the medicine powder on his neck seemed to be less painful because of the diversion of his attention.She suddenly panicked, although she didn't know why Luan Feng wanted to prevent her from committing suicide, but she knew the gap between the two of them.

She looked at Luan Feng's figure, it was cold and light, it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of cold mist all the time, making people see him first, not his handsome appearance, but the coldness that came from his bones Of course, like a piece of cold iron, even though it is sharp, it is also daunting, and until she touched his hand, she realized that under his cold fingertips, the palm of his hand was also warm.

It wasn't until the two of them left that a head was slowly poked out from the grass in the distance. That sneaky look made people laugh a little, but it was a familiar face - Su Huaying.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Dude, you are really magnanimous. You can sit so steadily after your wife ran away with someone else. Should I say that your mind is as calm as still water, or that you are completely magnanimous? And tell me that you... actually don't love this girl at all, do you?"

Another bunch of nonsense, this man is really noisy...

Zhong Panji opened his eyes, withdrew the scattered spiritual consciousness, and there was a faint relief between his brows: "You are so lucky that you have lived so long with such a deadly mouth."

Su Huaying was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed a few times: "Pfft, you are really..." He suddenly remembered something, slapped himself on the head suddenly, then looked Zhong Panji up and down, and blurted out: "Why...you actually...ah!"

Zhong Panji lifted his long and narrow eyes, and glanced at him sideways, as if mocking, as if helpless, but more of it was an inadvertent expression of astonishment.Su Huaying was stunned for a moment, and just a little surprised, she immediately thought of the calmness of the person in front of her pulling out the dagger from her back, and couldn't help feeling a little terrified, shaking her head violently, kicking away the beautiful scenery that she had just imagined. After going out, I sorted out the words in my head: "When I saw you last time, weren't you in the rotation phase? Why now you have become the golden core phase! What's going on?"

Zhong Panji didn't know Cai Su Huaying's thoughts on him just now, if he knew, he would probably kill him immediately, but now he is in a good mood, so he replied casually: "Just pretend, what else can happen .”

"Oh..." Su Huaying nodded inexplicably, and then yelled in a slow voice: "No! You only have the golden core stage, but that Luan Feng is an out-and-out Nascent Soul stage, are you How did you hide it from him like me!"

Zhong Panji sighed, and said helplessly, "Brother, you are also at the Golden Core stage, how did you hide it from him?"

In the end, Su Huaying was short-hearted, and he said stupidly: "I, I have a high-grade spiritual weapon that can hide my breath. Look, this is it." He raised his eyebrows at Zhong Panji. She raised her middle finger, pointed to a delicate ring on her finger and said: This ring was given to me by a beautiful sister, but it's a pity that she is married. "

The spirit weapon that hides the breath is so precious in the world of cultivating immortals. If it were someone else, I am afraid that it would have been reborn. It's just that Zhong Panji is not someone else. He doesn't care about the spirit weapon at all, and what kind of marriage The beauty of the wife, he saw a shining middle finger...

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that there was someone in his memory who also liked to give him the middle finger secretly behind his back...

Zhong Panji's breath was cold, and then he raised a smile that was sunny enough to make Su Huaying's hair stand on end, and said lightly: "I am the same as you, how you deceived him, I also deceived him."

Do you dare to be more obvious in your perfunctory... The corners of Su Huaying's mouth twitched, and she was about to say something when Zhong Panji got up suddenly, took out a flying sword from nowhere, and flew into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, he immediately took out his sword and flew up to the sky with him, but Zhong Panji said: "Go to the gate and wait, Fairy Lingluo will arrive soon."

Su Huaying was stunned for a moment, and stayed there stupidly, not knowing what she was thinking, but couldn't help laughing wildly at the next moment: "Hahaha... happiness came so suddenly, this kid is really a weird person, weird... ..."

Whether Zhong Panji is to blame or not is definitely not something a god like Su Huaying can judge.

In fact, as early as when he discovered that He Fengxin's sword was broken, he had easily broken through the final entrance, and recovered his original cultivation in an instant.

He sneered, it seemed that Shen Tuo was more impatient than he imagined, although it was a few days earlier than expected, it did not harm the overall situation.It can be said that, apart from Lin Chenchu, no one in this world really knows how resourceful Zhong Panji is.It can be said that as long as he is willing, he can do nothing, just gently push his hand behind the back, and then everything will proceed as he wants.

As long as he wants, he can even artificially create motives, and make it impossible for anyone to notice that he is behind the scenes. In his opinion, no matter what episodes happen in the incident, the overall situation will still move towards that end.In other words, it was not just one person that he calculated from the very beginning, but everyone.

Although to his surprise, Lin Chenchu ​​died.But Zhong Panji is still very clear that everything can't go back, can't go back...

……

After saying those words to He Fengxin, Lin Cheng felt a little morbidly happy.

He has been too depressed recently, first Ji Qingluo ascended, then Lin Chenchu ​​disappeared, then Qing Songyue, whom he regarded as his arm, also left, and finally the battle between immortals and demons and the once-in-a-century Heroes Conference are about to start.But at this time, a killing order with mixed joys and sorrows fell from the sky, like the last stone that broke the straw. Everything would make the overwhelmed head of Lin so tired that he wanted to quit immediately.

He closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair wearily, taking a deep breath of the cool air. The empty Ling Xiao Pavilion was as solemn and simple as before, but now it looked like the face of an ancient old man to him, slowly decaying and obsolete. It is impossible to return to the glory of the past.But the Tianmen sect looked like this when he was a child, but in his opinion, it was always a sunny day. No matter what time, it seemed that even the air was filled with a faint fragrance of wine and tea, and even the former great elder Song Yichen's provocative photo The disgusted face is a bit cute...

But now, Song Yichen, who was a bit domineering at first, but was later killed by him, is no longer there, and even himself has changed from a slightly clever child to a leader who needs to take charge of the entire sect.As for the wine and tea that made him dream about countless times when he was a child, it is like chewing wax in his mouth now.

Lin Cheng slowly opened his mouth, like a dead fish, struggling in the cold air, but gave up at the next moment to survive, with a sad expression, he shook his head: "After all, they all abandoned me. ..."

"Master, Luan Feng is asking to see you."

"Please."

Soon, Luan Feng walked in. Just as Lin Cheng was about to ask, he heard two crisp sounds of "boom" and "boom", and the extremely hard bluestone bricks in the Lingxiao Pavilion were actually shattered!Lin Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, only to see an imposing nine-foot man hit the ground with both knees, his knees sunk deeply into the bluestone bricks, faintly bleeding out.

Lin Cheng's originally calm face suddenly showed a look of astonishment, he naturally said what Luan Feng meant by this move, but he didn't expect that this person would stop singing if he didn't sing, and Yiming was so amazing.He, Lin Cheng, thought he was an infatuated person, but he never thought that Luan Feng, who seemed cold and frivolous, would do such a thing for a woman!

Just when he was about to sternly reprimand Luan Feng, he heard an exclamation, and saw a pale woman with a white bandage around her neck rushing over desperately, kneeling down beside him with tears in her eyes. , Zeng Qing's high-spirited face on the battle for the throne actually showed mourning: "Elder Luan Feng... what are you doing, get up quickly."

Luan Feng remained silent, his stern expression did not change, he knelt down without giving He Fengxin any indication, but his thoughts never left the woman beside him.Kneeling down is obviously a humble action in the mud, but he still does it proudly, like a fir tree that breaks through the ground, straight and straight.Perhaps Luan Feng himself didn't even know that his eyes, which had always been like a pool of stagnant water, were full of spirit today, that kind of eyes that were different from the indifferent and satisfied eyes in the past.

When he saw the scar on He Fengxin's neck, Lin Cheng became silent again, although he kept cursing He Fengxin for being a slut in his heart, but he just looked at Luan Feng who was kneeling in the hall without saying a word, his face pale. It was as cold as the frost-covered leaves in nine cold winters, stiff and fragile, and extremely bitter and cold.He sneered, and withdrew his eyes, as if he didn't want to see the two people in the hall anymore, so he let Luan Feng kneel down, took out a book from the ring, and opened it to read.

But after reading three or four pages, he didn't know what he was reading at all. He couldn't help being upset, he just wanted to kill He Fengxin with a sword, and then tried to delete Luan Feng's memory!

He slammed the book onto the table, pointed at the stubborn man who looked like a rock, and shouted uncontrollably: "Luan Feng! Do you know what the consequences of your actions will be!?"

Luan Feng was silent, and nodded for a while: "I know."

He Fengxin, who had been kneeling with him on the cold bluestone floor tiles for a long time, couldn't help but look at his face when he heard the words, but saw that there was a warm smile on the face that was always lonely and uncommon, and felt a pain in his heart, restrained himself Seemingly succeeding in picking up the white jade that was still stained with a little blood, she lowered her head sadly, and there were two ticks, and big tears dripped down her chin to the ground.

Luan Feng glanced at her, took out a piece of rag from his bosom, handed it to her cheek, and said coldly: "I don't have a handkerchief, and there are still a few pieces of rag left on the clothes I made bandages for you just now, take Go ahead and use it. Don't let the tears hurt the wound on your neck, it will leave a scar."

He Fengxin cried with a smile: "I'm afraid I can't hold back the tears, what if it really hurt the wound?"

Luan Feng thought about it seriously, and said lightly: "You're hurt, anyway, even if you don't have a scar, you are not a very beautiful beauty."

He Fengxin was taken aback when he heard the words, and then subconsciously burst into laughter.

"Luan Feng!" Lin Cheng interrupted the two of them, and said in a word: "Get up from the ground! Do you have my head in your eyes?"

Luan Feng turned his head to look at Lin Cheng, his expression remained unchanged and he said: "Sect Leader, Luan Feng has no intentions. He Fengxin provoked Maochen, if I cut off his arm, I might change the Sect Leader to protect her life?"

"cannot!"

"What about 50 years of cultivation?"

"Delusion!"

"What if the head is on Luan Feng's neck?"

"you dare!"

"Then how can the head protect her life?"

"It's impossible."

Luan Feng suddenly kowtowed to Lin Cheng on the spot, and he kowtowed extremely hard on the other end. When Luan Feng got up, his forehead was red and swollen: "Then please ask the master to punish Luan Feng for disrespecting the teacher, and send Luan Feng to death. Let the wind drive you out of the division."

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