This deity is handsome and splits the sky

The moment the Mingxue sword was unsheathed, scenes flashed before Feng Cuixue's eyes.

……

The pine forest is like waves, and the sun is shining brightly.

The 'Yunya Jun' in black and jade belt still looks as cold as ice, while Feng Zuixue wears a white robe with dark pattern brocade, and the outer robe is embellished with gold silk chrysanthemum embroidered with gold thread, showing a bit of elegance Noble come.

'Yun Yajun' handed the sword box in his hand to the person in front of him, "I ruined your sword that day, this is an apology."

Feng Zuixue seemed a little surprised, and opened the sword box with a smile, "My sword is nothing more than a mortal sword, if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed, and asking you to pay for it is just a joke, don't take it so seriously."

In the sword case lay a long sword inlaid with gold and jade, which was shining brightly.

Feng Zuixue's expression was slightly startled.

'Yun Yajun' said: "I couldn't find a sword exactly like what you described, so I cast one. The blade is made of silver moon iron, which can break gold. I couldn't find the shark beads that were all white, so I used white jade instead."

After all, 'Yun Ya Jun' saw Feng Cuixue's expression was wrong, slightly frowned and said: "If you think it's not good, I'll make a new handle."

Feng Zuixue picked up the blade, and said in a very slow voice, "No, I... like it very much."

The scene changed.

It was still 'Yunya Jun' and Feng Cuixue, but this time they were not as harmonious as before, and the atmosphere was stagnant and tense.

'Yunya Jun' has a murderous aura on his body, and it seems that he will draw his sword to face each other in the next moment.The corners of Feng Zuixue's lips were still hooked into a smile, the smile didn't reach his eyes, showing a bit of sarcasm, he untied the golden sword from his waist, and handed it back to 'Yun Ya Jun', "Return the Ming Xue sword you gave me You, our fellowship...let's end here."

'Yunya Jun' did not answer.

Feng Qixue let go of her fingers, and the Mingxue sword fell to the ground with a clang, "If you don't want it, just throw it here."

……

Memories about Mingxue Sword flooded into his mind like fragments, but this tiny bit of memory was enough to make Feng Zuxue enlightened.

It turned out that this was his sword.

Feng Cuixue finally knew who she was.

The moment he swung the sword out, Qingfeng held Feng Cuixue's other hand, and a steady stream of spiritual power was transmitted from Qingfeng's palm into Feng Cuixue's body. The two obviously didn't speak a word, but they cooperated like a tacit understanding.

The spiritual power was concentrated on Mingxue's blade, and he slashed at the heart-eating vine with a devastating sword——

In an instant, the earth fell and the rocks cracked, the sky was full of dust, and the sword energy pierced through layers of magic energy and pierced straight into the heart of the heart-eating vine!

All the vines around the body of the Heart-eating Vine were torn apart by the bitter sword energy, the devil energy collapsed, and Gui He's body fell down.

The long night was silent, everyone held their breath, no one dared to go over, and everyone was tense, always on guard against whether the Heart-eating Vine would be revived again.

After a while, there was still no movement around.

The Heart Eater Vine is really dead.

Feng Cuixue felt the hand holding her loosen, and when she lowered her head, she saw Qingfeng collapsed on the ground with his eyes closed, his chest didn't heave at all, and the blood pooled under him, like the blood all over his body All run out.

Gui Hong's panicked voice sounded next to his ears, "Hurry up, save people!"

Afterwards, there was chaos, Feng Cuixue rummaged through Qingfeng's whole body for pills, and after Guihong identified them, he fed them to Qingfeng, barely protecting Qingfeng's heart veins.

After returning to the city lord's mansion, the city lord dug out the treasured old ginseng and other medicinal materials and poured them into Qingfeng.

Fortunately, the heart-eating vine has not hurt Qingfeng's heart, otherwise no matter how many medicinal materials there are, it will be powerless.

Qingfeng was in a coma for three days before waking up.

He slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the empty tent roof.

The room was empty, with his sword on the table, other than that it was clean, it seemed that no one had been here for a long time, and even the air was tinged with coldness.

Qingfeng struggled to sit up with his arms propped up, looked around, and an emotion called loss swept his whole heart.

When Feng Cuixue pushed open the door, he saw Qingfeng leaning against the head of the bed with eyes full of disappointment. When the door opened, Qingfeng raised his head in a daze, staring fixedly at Feng Cuixue.

Feng Qixue held a large plate, leaned sideways and struggled to come in from the door, "You're awake, what's your expression?"

Qingfeng's voice was hoarse, "I thought..." You left.

Feng Zhuxue: "Do you think...?" While talking, Feng Zhuxue put the big plate on the table and took out the dishes on it, "The freshly steamed sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and a lot of dim sum, are you hungry? Do you want to take some?" After speaking, he suddenly realized that Qingfeng was still injured and should drink medicine, so he picked up the medicine Gu next to him, "Forget it, you should drink medicine."

After saying that, Feng Cuixue took the medicine bowl and wanted to stuff it into Qingfeng's mouth.

Qingfeng hurriedly turned his head to avoid it.

Feng Cuixue raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and slapped the bowl towards Qingfeng's face, "This medicine is good for your wounds, I gave it to you because you are injured and unable to move."

Qingfeng: "I don't..."

Feng Cuixue taught Xun Xun: "Are you afraid of suffering? Good medicine tastes bitter, and you will recover after drinking it. In this way, after drinking it, I will reward you with sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Qingfeng was as angry as gossamer, "It's hot, you should find a spoon anyway."

Feng Cuixue looked around, but couldn't find it, and immediately felt that Qingfeng had a lot to do, "I was fed like this a few days ago, can't I drink medicine without a spoon?"

"I'll drink it myself." Qingfeng raised his hand with difficulty, looked at the medicine bowl that almost hit his face, frowned, and asked with some difficulty, "How did you feed it?"

Feng Cuixue gestured twice, "Just pinch your nose, like this... I know you think the medicine is bitter, and you don't have to worry about it when you are in a coma. You can't even feed it, and you have to pour your face every time."

Qingfeng: "..." This is a question of method.

In the next moment, Feng Zuixue saw Qingfeng sit up in a 'squeak'.

Feng Cuixue stared blankly at Qingfeng after drinking the medicine in two or three gulps, then took the empty medicine bowl and put it down, applauding.

"Heart-eating vine is dead?"

Feng Zhuxue nodded, "Guihong checked carefully, and he is indeed dead. Unfortunately, Guihe and Dongsheng cannot be rescued. They were buried yesterday."

Qingfeng looked serious, "The source of the heart-eating vine needs to be investigated, the city lord and those two monks are not telling the truth."

During the three days when Qingfeng was in a coma, Feng Cuixue had already asked the city lord and Guihong about Meng Dalang and Dongsheng, and their words were still the same as what they told Qingfeng that day.

But combined with what Dongsheng said when he gave the Heart-eating Vine Blood Sacrifice that day, the words of the city lord are not so credible.

"If Meng Dalang was only killed by the Heart-eating Vine, Dongsheng should hate the Heart-eating Vine the most, followed by those six people. Besides, other people in the city had no grievances against him, but before he died, he said that he would kill all of them." People in the city, this is also suspicious." Feng Cuixue said.

Qingfeng nodded, "When I recover from my injury, we will investigate..."

"It's not urgent." Feng Cuixue said slowly, "I'm just curious, how many things are you hiding from me?"

Qingfeng raised his eyes, and saw Feng Cuixue curling the corners of his lips slightly, with a half-smile, and there was no trace of emotion in those delicate and beautiful phoenix eyes.

"The other day I asked you if I was a monk, and you made up my words, saying that we are all casual cultivators and we don't know Mr. Yunya." Feng Cuixue laughed, "Now I know, It turns out that we are all from the Tianyan Sect."

Qingfeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Feng Zhuxue then opened his sleeves, revealing the delicate and thin silver ring around his wrist, "I asked Gui Hong, but he couldn't recognize what it was, and the Mingxue Sword couldn't cut it even if it cut iron like mud. Hong can't shake it even with his spiritual power."

"What kind of amazing thing is this? Is it worth it for you to spend a lot of effort on a dead person like me?"

As soon as the word 'dead' was uttered, Qingfeng frowned fiercely.The sharp words and sentences made by the wind and snow made him avoid them, and they directly poked at the secret places in his heart that he dared not tell others.

Feng Zuixue knew everything.

"Mingxue Sword..." Qingfeng whispered: "You remember?"

"Not too much." Feng Zhuxue said: "But it's enough for me to know my identity. I'm curious, how did you manage to bring the dead back to life?"

Qingfeng was not surprised when he heard the words, he just raised his hand and covered his eyes tiredly.

After a while, Qingfeng spoke.

"I lied to you." Qingfeng's difficult voice revealed a kind of fragility, "After the Kunlun World War I... I don't know what to do with you."

What the heart demon said is not wrong, the wind and the snow are the root of all evil, and they are sinners beyond description.

He didn't want him to die, and he didn't dare to let him live.

The Taoist heart that had always been only for the common people collapsed, and a little selfishness was born.

This selfishness made him make a big mistake. In order to make up for this mistake, he could only erase this person's memory, seal this person's power, and imprison this person.

Use the rest of your life to guard this person, so that this person can no longer commit any crimes.

In the intertwining of love and hate, demons are born from this.

……

Feng Cuixue looked at the Mingxue sword in his hand, "This sword was forged by 'Yun Yajun' for me. Later, I abandoned this sword in Kunlun and severed the relationship with him. If we talk about 'Yunya Lord' 'The one with the best relationship, who can still be called a senior brother, is probably only Xie Wuchen."

Qingfeng slowly put down his hand, turned his head, and looked at him with wide eyes in astonishment.

Feng Zuixue pinched her chin and thought, "About the fact that I am Xie Wuchen, I have actually noticed it a long time ago. After all, I reveal that I am extraordinary in every way, and I must have been a famous person in my lifetime. I inquired about it in the past two days, and Xie Wuchen's wind The evaluation is very good, and my identity is the young head of the Tianyan Sect, and I can be regarded as worthy of the title of the proud son of heaven, so it should be me without a doubt."

Qingfeng opened his mouth slightly, completely stunned.

After finishing speaking, Feng Cuixue turned her head and looked at Qingfeng seriously, "But I still don't understand, why don't you want to let me know that I am Xie Wuchen? I don't seem to have done anything shameful, right? Honestly, are you Jealous of who I used to be, and feel that I am unattainable, so you don't remind me of my identity?"

Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'poof'.

The author says:

Feng Zuixue: "I'm Xie Wuchen, right!!"

Qingfeng (crying bitterly ×): "You are! You are!"

Feng Zhuxue (excited): Today is also a smart day!