Promise of wind and rain

At the moment when the blade just touched Qinying's skin, the saintly aunt only heard a clear dragon's roar of swords behind her, and a strong force pressed towards her quickly.

Seeing Chu Feiyang's sudden attack, Yu'er ran towards Aunt Sheng and shouted, "Stop him!"

The disciples of Wuji Villa who moved after hearing the order hadn't gotten close to Chu Feiyang's body, but they seemed to be bounced off by an invisible wall, and they were even more anxious to stop him.

Before Yu'er finished speaking, Chu Feiyang had already arrived behind the holy aunt.

The sword finally failed to pierce Qinying's breathless body.The sword flew far away, and plunged obliquely into the hard stone floor, making a rattling sound.The holy aunt also fell heavily, and Yu'er rushed to her side, supported her shoulders worriedly, and turned her head to glare at Chu Feiyang again.

Chu Feiyang just glanced at her with an indescribably gloomy look in his eyes.Yu'er suddenly felt cold all over, and she didn't dare to look into those eyes any longer.

Chu Feiyang picked up Qinying's thin body and held it in his arms, and walked back to Jun Shuying step by step.The skinny boy who came to report the letter had already been stunned by the scene just now, and now seeing Qinying's soft and lifeless body, tears burst out suddenly.

Black blood slid down Chu Feiyang's arm, and with every step he took, he left a field of blooming flowers behind him.

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

A Wulin League disciple suddenly leaned over from behind and said in a low voice, "Leader, this elder woke up, and he said—"

Cheng Xuexiang hurriedly approached the elder, and carefully identified the words spoken from the lips that were as dry as old bark: "Please... please... send the sacred tree to the Holy Son..."

When Cheng Xuexiang heard this, he didn't even give the order to go down, put away the sword by himself, and hurriedly walked deep into the courtyard.The sacred sapling raised by the holy aunt is inside.

When Chu Feiyang walked back with Qinying in his arms, Cheng Xuexiang also suddenly appeared in the center of everyone's sight, holding the still dry sapling of the sacred tree in his hands.He seemed to be sure that the elder's words must have deep meaning, so he no longer had any scruples, and went straight to Chu Feiyang and Jun Shuying.

When the dry branches touched Qinying's skin, and the roots were stained with Qinying'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 trembling, greedily sucking the black poisonous blood, and it quickly gets rid of the dry shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. The branches sprout green shoots and grow When the new leaves came out, the roots penetrated into the soil under the stone slabs, and took root deep into the soil, pushing out cracks and cracks on the hard stone slabs on the ground, and then burst.

This is almost a miraculous scene, the fresh life bursting out from the death, growing and spreading in a daunting posture.At this moment, all hatred and worldly struggles are overshadowed by this purest life.

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

At that moment, there seemed to be a lot of things rushing through his mind, the chivalry he couldn't understand; the ugliest and greediest human nature he had seen in many years of walking in the rivers and lakes; he could save a person or a group of people, but it was always only a temporary solution The perplexity that doesn't 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, he couldn't think clearly about anything, only this young sapling that kept growing and interpreted the purest life in the most straightforward manner occupied all his vision and heart .

A hand grabbed it from behind, Chu Feiyang regained his senses suddenly, and turned his head to look to the side.Jun Shuying was standing beside him, those two dark eyes seemed to contain the most tenderness and love in the world, and he was only looking 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 distracting thoughts fade away, this is the most straightforward and deepest yearning in his heart.

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

The sacred tree seemed to have reached its end and gradually stopped growing.In just one stick of incense, a small green tree took root in the center of the courtyard, shimmering under the light of the torch, and the young branches and leaves occasionally swayed slightly with the night wind.

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

The holy lady looked at Cheng Xuexiang with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Master Cheng, as expected, you are a false surrender."

Cheng Xuexiang looked at the holy aunt, then at Chu Feiyang, and suddenly smiled slightly: "This is the end of the matter, I don't need to hide anything. You are right, I am a false surrender, just to trick you into saving the sacred tree and Lianshan Clansmen, and to detoxify the Great Xia Chu. But now, it seems that you are no longer needed, and compared with the fake saintess, it shows how noble the real saint son is."

Cheng Xuexiang was not a mean person, but at this time he deliberately said such words.Forced to be a bystander, after watching this drama of despicable people, it seems that there has been a deep breath in the bottom of my heart, and I can't breathe.

The holy lady was not provoked by him, but still looked at him coldly.

Qinglang, who had been silent all this time, seemed to know how to poke her sore spots, and suddenly smiled and said, "Speaking of which, this scam was proposed by the great Xia Chu. What's it like when someone you admire treats you with contempt? .”

When the holy lady heard the words, the expression on her face was distorted, and she suddenly sneered and said: "Where is the leader Cheng, what did you say in front of the people of the world when you pretended to surrender that day?" , but the sincerity is very sincere. If you offer your sincerity, others will not 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 looking at him with a frown, and there was some displeasure in his gaze.

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

"That day...what I said was all lies." Still looking at the shadow of the book──don't mind.

"This is a scam. If you are not sincere, how can you deceive you, holy lady." Everything in the scam is naturally fake, and if it is not fake, it is also fake.

Writer's words:

Fat sheep language: With Junjun by my side, I can fight for another 800 years!