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Yan Nanfei looked indifferently at Ling'er who was kneeling in front of the fire, and did not speak for a long time.

Everything in the ruined temple became very quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing into the fire, and the sound of Ling'er's teardrops dripping on the fire.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Nanfei finally let out a deep sigh.

That look is no longer indifferent.

Because he didn't even have a trace of indifference towards Ling'er.

Those eyes began to become fierce, making people feel chilling when they looked at each other.

"You really deserve to die!" Yan Nanfei said this after sighing deeply.

He said that Ling'er really deserved to die.

In the dilapidated Fengxue Temple, besides the flames of the burning fire, there was suddenly an extremely subtle cold light.The cold light was like moonlight sweeping across the wall, cold and bright.

That cold light was captured by Linger's eyes.

Then Ling'er's eyes dimmed instantly, and Ling'er's expression froze instantly.

The fire suddenly burned vigorously.

Because there is fuel dripping into the fire.

The fuel is fresh, warm blood, Ling'er's blood.

An extremely delicate long sword pierced Ling'er's body.

There were tears in Ling'er's dim eyes.

Ling'er's mouth was dripping with blood.

Ling'er's red lips trembled slightly, as if she was talking, but the voice was so weak that she couldn't hear anything.

The blood-red sword tip was exposed from Ling'er's back.

The blood dripped down the tip of the sword, little by little, revealing the cold light of the long sword.

Soon, the bright and cold sword tip was exposed to the night, just like the cold light that flashed across the ruined temple a moment ago.

That cold light was not the moonlight scanning the world, but a sword light.

Yan Nanfei held the sword in his hand and pierced into Ling'er's body.

That sword is named Rose.

That sword was Yan Nanfei's Rose Sword.

Yan Nanfei killed Ling'er with this rose sword!

The fierce look on Yan Nanfei's face disappeared again, and the cheeks illuminated by the fire returned to indifference.

Yan Nanfei drew his sword, sheathed it, and pushed his palm, all movements were done in one go.

Ling'er was shaken by the palm wind and fell down.

At the moment of falling down, Ling'er's eyes saw the starry sky hidden behind the wind, snow and night through the dilapidated roof.

The tears lingering in his eyes finally flowed down his cold, pale and beautiful cheeks.

Ling'er is not crying.

She smiled.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

She looked at the sky full of stars and saw Li Xingyun's appearance.

She knew that this life was over and she would never see Li Xingyun again.

But she smiled anyway.

This life is over, and there is an afterlife.

In the next life, she will be transformed into a stone bridge, exposed to 500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain, just waiting for Brother Xingyun to stop once...

Ling'er finally fell down!

Never wake up again!

The burning fire pounced on Ling'er's body the moment Ling'er fell down, greedily burning these fresh flame nutrients.

The dilapidated Fengxue Temple finally became really quiet.

There was no breathing, no talking, no bonfires burning.

The bonfire had already burned in the night and turned into a pile of smoke and dust.

The dust was covered by wind and snow.

The wind and snow will be scattered with the north wind for a whole season, until there is no trace and nowhere to be found.

The wind and snow are all over, the beauty is old!

(One year when the flowers bloomed in the warm spring, a scholar passed by the temple here, staring at the warm wind and the fragrance of flowers outside the door and lost his mind.)

Two look at each other, two do not know!

……

Yan Nanfei is a very cautious person.

She knew that Ling'er's identity would definitely be revealed after the mission failed, and if the fact that he sent Ling'er to assassinate Luo Changfeng as the mastermind behind the scenes was known to the academy, especially after being known by the arrogant and arrogant academy master uncle Huangfu Yi, he would You will definitely get yourself into trouble.

Yan Nanfei, who had practiced and studied in the academy for many years, knew that master uncle very well.

So he didn't want to face that difficult uncle.

He was afraid of getting himself into trouble.

So this night, he did not return to Bodhi City.

He braved the wind and snow all night and went up the mountain with Di Wulei, and returned to the academy.

Going back to the academy is different this time.

He didn't go up the mountain as an academy student, but appeared on the mountain side by side with the young master of the Emperor League as the prince of the Great Yan Empire.

He no longer needs to be afraid of Huangfu Yi.

Because he is no longer a student in the academy, but a distinguished guest of the academy!

……

The distinguished guests came to the academy, and they were entertained by the six-character Taoist of the academy and some old guys with advanced cultivation.

Naturally, the dean of the academy could not be alarmed.

In fact, in this world, there are not many distinguished guests who can alarm the dean of the academy to entertain them in person, but those people are undoubtedly truly distinguished guests to the extreme.

The nobility here does not refer to nobility of status, but nobility of strength.

The two identities of the prince of the Dayan Empire and the young master of the Emperor Alliance are indeed very honorable, but they are not enough to alarm the dean to entertain him personally.

In this world, there are not many people who can alert the principal of Bodhi Academy to come forward in person, but there is another kind of person besides strength and dignity.

That is the students of the Academy.

Zhuang Daoxuan is the dean of Bodhi Academy, and the students in the academy are all his disciples and grandchildren.

He has no reason not to feel sorry for it!

In the middle of the night, Dean Zhuang is not in the Bodhi Farm that he has been managing seriously for many years, he is in the small courtyard of Wangqingchuan.

He seldom goes out of the Bodhi Garden on weekdays, and even less so, he seldom comes to the Little Martial Uncle's River of Wangqing.

But this time was different, he had to come.

Because there are his academy students here.

That student's life is in danger, and is now at stake.

In the small courtyard of Wangqingchuan, besides Dean Zhuang, there was another figure, that person was Luo Changfeng.

Luo Changfeng and Dean Zhuang have been waiting outside the door.

The wind and snow in Wangqing River is much colder than the winter wind and snow outside.Waiting in this late night is actually a very long and painful thing.

But fortunately, Luo Changfeng has already gotten used to the wind and snow here, and fortunately, Dean Zhuang has a high level of cultivation and is not such a fragile person.

Unknowingly, the night was already burning to ashes, and the sky had already revealed a touch of paleness.

The room in the small courtyard was finally opened.

Accompanied by a slight cough, a very old figure came out of the room.

That is Wuxiang Taoism.

The Wuxiang Taoist who suffered an incurable injury.

Luo Changfeng and Dean Zhuang walked over and greeted Wuxiang Daozong.

"Master..."

"Uncle Master..."

Luo Changfeng knew that Master's health had not been very good after the injury.

This night of tossing and exhausting mind has already exhausted Wuxiang Daozong to the extreme.

Luo Changfeng hurriedly stepped forward to support Wuxiang Daozong.

He looked anxiously at Master Wuxiang Daozong, but he didn't dare to ask about Li Xingyun's situation.

Wuxiang Daozong naturally knew Luo Changfeng's worries, he stroked his beard and said in a hoarse voice: "This child is now in the realm of the Miaodao, although he is already a dragon and phoenix talent among all the students in the academy and the inner courtyard, But after all, one has never condensed the primordial spirit to step into the realm of the primordial spirit. Once the body and internal organs are damaged, it is actually extremely difficult to recover."

Luo Changfeng listened carefully and did not speak.

Dean Zhuang nodded.

Among the six-character gates of practitioners, only those who have stepped into the realm of the primordial spirit can have an immortal body.

Even if the physical body is damaged, it can be gradually recovered by relying on the soul, but it just takes a while.

But Li Xingyun did not enter the Yuanshen realm.

His skin, internal organs, and even his spiritual acupoints and air channels were injured to varying degrees, and it was a blessing to be able to save his life.

"Fortunately, his heart was protected in time, otherwise even I, I am afraid there is nothing I can do."

Hearing Wuxiang Daozong's answer, Luo Changfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The big stone in my heart finally fell down.

He bowed slightly to Dean Zhuang, then helped Wuxiang Daozong back to the room, and waited for Daozong to fall asleep.

"You don't need to worry. I used 36 lotus petals to support his body. If there is no accident, he will wake up within three days. It's just that it will take a while to fully recover."

After Wuxiang Daozong fell asleep, Luo Changfeng gently closed the door.

Dean Zhuang was still guarding the small courtyard.

There was still snow in the small courtyard.

After Luo Changfeng saluted Dean Zhuang again, he left Wangqing River on the bamboo raft.

Outside of Wangqing Sichuan is the purple bamboo forest of the academy.

Luo Changfeng came to the Zizhu Forest and saw Jiang Manlou and others who had been waiting for a whole night in the Zizhu Forest.

The news of Li Xingyun's injury was not hidden from Jiang Manlou and others.

The ten sons, including Jun Zeyu, Shen Tianxin, Chongyang, Yueshi Brothers, Nan Xihan and Jiang Manlou, have been waiting here since Luo Changfeng brought Li Xingyun into Wangqing River. information.

Seeing Luo Changfeng appear now, Jiang Manlou and others immediately surrounded him.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Manlou asked with a haggard look.

"Master said that there is no need to worry about his life." Luo Changfeng said.

"That's good..." Jiang Manlou also took a breath, but soon he remembered another question.

"How did the scholar get hurt?" Jiang Manlou looked into Luo Changfeng's eyes and asked.

Jun Zeyu looked at Luo Changfeng.

Shen Tianxin looked at Luo Changfeng.

Chongyang and the Yue brothers, Nan Xihan were also looking at Luo Changfeng.

They were all looking at Luo Changfeng with doubts.

Luo Changfeng was silent for a moment.

He didn't know whether to tell the truth or not.

I don't know if I should say that Li Xingyun's current appearance is the masterpiece of the joint efforts of him and Ling'er.

Although it was unintentional.

Although the culprit of all this is Linger.

It was Ling'er who was in love with the scholar Li Xingyun.

He didn't know where Ling'er had gone now, but he always felt that Ling'er should not take full responsibility for this matter.

Because the real mastermind behind it was Yan Nanfei, the prince of the Great Yan Empire, Yan Nanfei.

Yan Nanfei is the real culprit!

"What's the matter?" Seeing Luo Changfeng's silence, Jiang Manlou began to look a little anxious, and there was a hint of suspicion in that anxiety.

"Someone attacked and killed me, but I never saw my true face!" Luo Changfeng said, looking at Jiang Manlou and Jun Zeyu.

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