Yang Shu Mei Ying

"Leader ..." Gao Fang's face was full of worry. Jun Shuying lowered his head, unwilling to look into the high eyes.

They were silent for a long while.

The door was half open, bare feet high, and seemed to be in a hurry. Quiet moonlight and cold wind slipped in from the door, flowing gently in the room.

Jun Shuying threw a piece of clothes and covered it on Gao Fang's head. Sitting high on the bed, he sat down, flattening his clothes around his slightly trembling body.

When Jun Shu saw this, he pulled up his high hand to lose some internal force for him, dissipating the cold.

Gao Fang rubbed the bruises on his wrist and said, "Master, you have a nightmare again."

Jun Shu Ying En said.

Gao Fang inquired: "It was still ..."

"Chu Feiyang is dead." Jun Shuying whispered.

Gao Brow's eyebrows lingered with the sorrow and grief that stuck to her, and opened her mouth, but did not know how to comfort.

Ridiculous ... "Jun Shuying grinned bitterly.

"The blue wolf said later ... At that time, it was Chu Feiyang who joined forces with him to disturb the plan of the leader." Gao Fang looked at his mouth and saw that Jun Shuying was not angry, and he wasn't even shocked at all, as if he hadn't Keeping things in mind, I continued to say, "It's just that they didn't want Chu Feiyang in their original plan ..."

"Do you want to see the boy in the letter?" Jun Shuying said suddenly.

"What" Gao Fang paused for a moment, and then bitterly said, "How can you not want to. He has no intention, but I can't forget."

"Then I'll grab him for you." Jun Shuying's eyes sank.

"Leader ..." Gao Fang was a little stunned, but said helplessly: "Chu Feiyang gave up his body to die, in order to resolve the resentment between the leader and the Qingfeng sword faction. If we go to stir up the dispute at this time, wouldn't it have cost him a lot of hard work? ! "

"You don't want to rob Xinyun over here, do you look like you?" Jun Shuying said.

"Where is the question I want?" Gao Fang smiled bitterly. "I now know that Yunshen should have no ruthlessness towards me. He may be just a teenager, whoever feels good should be close and intimate with him. , Always liking his lips. Without him, he might not like men at all. "Gao Fang laughed with a mockery and said," Although Yun Shen is often a naughty boy, he is very young Knowing the world, I believe that if time passes, he will be able to stand up to his admired master. His heart and Chu Feiyang are generally upright and righteous, but he will not be like Chu Feiyang ... "

"Chu Feiyang ..." Jun Shuying looked up at the pattern on the top of the tent and mumbled, "Yeah, Chu Feiyang ... Chu Feiyang, he really became dead, and I want him to live."

Xin Yun deeply carried Chu Feiyang's body back to Langyue Mountain. The Qingfeng Sword School has already set up a tall spiritual shed and suspended its condolence.

As soon as they entered the mountain gate, there was a mournful solitude and whiteness, and the doormen who came and went were full of sorrow.

The funeral of the disciple of the Qingfeng Sect did not plan too much. It was only the members of the faction, as well as several factions familiar in the past. Qingfeng Sword sent the mountain door closed and kept other visitors from coming in. Those who had been helped by Chu Feiyang and worshipped sincerely put the offering outside the gate of the mountain and wept bitterly. Some people took the opportunity to climb some relations with the Qingfeng Sword School, and after leaving the gate for two days, they left.

Xin Yun embraced his sword and leaned against the top of the tall ancient tree beside the gate of the mountain. He looked coldly at the crowds who kept coming and going, and his face was always white and clear. I don't know how long it took before turning around and jumping lightly, taking out the filial piety from behind the tree and dressing up.

As soon as he entered the Lingtang, he saw that Xin Bai was flapping on the Ling case and was about to die. Anyway, there are no outsiders here. You don't need to restrain the shelf of the leader, you can only release the grief when you cry in the dark.

The disciples who had been knocking on Tong Tong did not know when they were replaced by Xinbai. Xinbai knocked for a while, and the old tears cried in tears: "Flying ... my son ... you walk slowly on Huangquan Road, Master light the road for you ..." Then he knocked again.

A disciple supported Xinbai in the back, comforting softly. The disciple's face was dark, but he was wearing a linen and filial piety, and his face was as black as the bottom of the pot. The black face was a pity, and lightly to lift up Xinbai, his mouth said: "Master, don't be too sad. In this way, the master can't rest easy ..."

Xin Yun came over to help Rashin white, and his mouth also advised: "Ye dad, you have to be careful of your body. And you knock so fast, the master can't keep up."

The dark-faced man gave Xinyun a deep glance. Xin Yun deeply touched his white and vigilant face, and said, "But it doesn't matter. The master is good at working hard and walking fast."

Xinbai was so angry that he straightened his beard and knocked on Xinyun's forehead fiercely, angrily, "You are a conscience-less little cub. I am so sorry for your brother that hurts you so much on weekdays! Now flying, You actually ... you actually ... "while talking, you can't whine yourself.

Faithfulness is not light. Xin Yun rubbed his forehead deeply, and his eyes were so misted by the pain in his eyes that he cried in front of the spirit. With one hand, he was holding the dark-faced disciple fiercely to keep him away. The black-faced disciples had no choice but to kneel before the spirit together. Xin Yun bowed his head deeply and darted into the arms of the black-faced disciple, wiping his nose and tears and saliva on him.

Suddenly several doormen ran into the hall, and reported in a panic: "Master, someone broke through the mountain gate, we can't stop him!"

The words of several people did not fall, and a touch of plain white figure had fallen on the hall.