Juntian map

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Luo Changfeng fainted for more than a year.

So when he opened his eyes, his eyes and his new eyes could not see anything.

There was pitch black in front of him.

Unlike when he fainted, this darkness was not the absence of five senses, but the darkness was so dark that it felt like a cold and sharp thorn. This feeling made his eyes feel extremely painful, so after he opened his eyes, he then again

Closed his eyes gently.

He was trying to get his eyes used to the cold light in the surrounding room.

Luo Changfeng knew that no matter how his eyes felt, it was something worthy of joy for him.

Because it is always good to have feelings! In this world, except for puppets like Liu Shaotian, only dead people have no feelings.

He knew he had really come alive!

Come back to life miraculously!

He lay on the bed, feeling the fatigue coming from his almost rusty limbs and body, feeling the fresh blood flowing through the spiritual veins, and the breathing and beating of his internal organs.

His hands slowly clenched his fists. Although he had no strength, his five fingers were still clenched together.

After lying on the bed for about half an hour to get used to it, Luo Changfeng finally opened his eyes.

He saw the light.

This is in his own room.

He sat up with difficulty on the edge of the bed. Suddenly a sharp pain came from his chest, and a lot of cold sweat suddenly appeared on Luo Changfeng's forehead. He frowned, his face was filled with pain, and his palm gently pressed to his chest!

That's the location of the heart.

His hands were pressed against his heart.

He felt the beating of his heart and...a trace of familiar warmth in the severe pain.

"Xue'er..."

Luo Changfeng murmured a name, Xueer's name.

Xue'er is now far away in the Ningxue Pavilion of Xianglan Hall at the White Tower Gate of the Dayan Empire.

In front of Ningxue Pavilion, she was holding a melon pudding in her hand, and there was clear water in the melon pudding.

She was applying water to Xuelan.

A colic came from his heart inexplicably, and the melon puff in his hand was thrown away. Xueer immediately covered her chest that was rising and falling with her breathing, and her body staggered and almost fell down.

She held the wooden railing.

Her eyes flashed and dazed.

She heard Brother Changfeng's voice.

She heard Brother Changfeng calling her.

Xueer suddenly laughed.

I was very happy and smiled with joy.

Her beautiful eyes looked at the Xuelan in front of her, and at the drops of water falling on the Xuelan leaves.

A drop of teardrops as big as beans fell and fell on the snowy orchid leaves. Then the little water droplets gathered into small streams and slid down the snowy orchid leaves.

Xueer's eyes were blurred with tears.

...

Someone pushed the door open.

Luo Changfeng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, heard the sound of pushing the door and the slight sound of footsteps.

"Junior brother."

Huangfu Yi pushed the door and saw Luo Changfeng sitting on the edge of the bed. He rushed to Luo Changfeng eagerly.

He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Luo Changfeng's shoulder excitedly: "You are finally awake!"

Luo Changfeng was a little confused by his senior brother's behavior.

The senior brother in my memory is very strict and proud, not only talks little but also does not laugh.

He had never seen such a frivolous and frivolous senior brother, but he felt more like Jiang Manlou.

Huangfu Yi also realized his impulse to be too excited.

He quickly let go of Luo Changfeng, then stood up and took a step back, and said with a little apology: "Sorry! Senior brother, I'm so obsessed."

Of course, Luo Changfeng would not care about whether his senior brother was carried away or was proud.

Moreover, the senior brother's tiger hug made him feel concerned and warmth.

He cherishes this concern and warmth very much.

He looked at his senior brother and the long-lost face.

He turned his head and looked out the empty door and said, "Teacher, how are he... okay?"

Huangfu Yi didn't know how to answer this question.

Tell Luo Changfeng that the teacher did everything he could to make every effort to destroy the thirty-six-petal lotus that inherited the Sichuan-character traits.

In the end, there is only a lifespan of less than one year?

He couldn't speak.

Because he didn't want Luo Changfeng, who had just woken up, to be condemned in his heart again. After all, that... was no longer his heart alone!

Huangfu Yi helped Luo Changfeng get out of the bed.

The two of them left the room.

There is still a silver-white world outside the room.

The Forgetful River is a world of snow all year round, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Huangfu Yi supported Luo Changfeng to the yard, outside the door of Wuxiang Dao Sect.

Luo Changfeng knelt outside the door and knelt in the thick snow.

"Changfeng is unfilial! It makes the teacher worry..."

Luo Changfeng, who had just woken up, was still extremely weak.

His body is reborn, whether it is bones, internal organs, or skin, flesh, and qi.

The injury a year ago had already left him with no cultivation.

He is now an ordinary person.

To be precise, he is even more fragile than ordinary people... sick man!

He could not bear the coldness of the ice and snow in the Forgetful River, but he still stubbornly knelt in the snow.

What he knelt was not someone else, but gave him a second time to be a teacher who was as grateful as the sea of ​​grace!

Huangfu Yi stood silently beside Luo Changfeng.

He did not stop Luo Changfeng.

It is normal to kneel down to the master.

He looked at Luo Changfeng's back and suddenly heard the teacher's voice coming from inside.

"You are really unfilial!"

The teacher's hoarse voice came into his ears, and Huangfu Yi looked at the closed door in surprise.

He could not understand what the teacher said.

He looked at his junior brother again.

Luo Changfeng lowered his head, and the wind and snow fell between his hair, as if he had made a mistake and was waiting for the punishment child.

"If you know filial piety, the first thing you do after waking up is to go down the mountain and never look back!" The voice of Wuxiang Dao Sect mixed with the wind and snow drifted into Luo Changfeng's ears.

Luo Changfeng did not feel the chill of the flying snow, but felt the teacher’s rebuke and expulsion!

Luo Changfeng suddenly raised his head, tears fell from the corners of his eyes: "Teacher, are you going to drive Changfeng out of the sect?"

Luo Changfeng couldn't figure out why.

How could a teacher who has always cared for himself expel himself from the academy after he saved his life?

Why? Is it because I concealed my identity? Is it because I am Luo Ling's son? Or did I cause a big disaster and provoke the Great Yan Empire and the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong? Or, Luo Changfeng has changed now

For a useless person, the Sichuan-sect of the Academy does not accept useless disciples?

Luo Changfeng's tears fell into the snow.

"You are as smart as you, you should have the wisdom of knowing yourself!" The cold voice of Wuxiang Dao Sect floated over.

"But Changfeng can't figure it out! Did Changfeng do something wrong?" Luo Changfeng was anxious and walked in the snow. He knelt down to the door of Wuxiang Dao Sect, leaving two knees in the snow.

Taoist marks.

"You are not wrong! What is wrong is your identity! You have a broken picture of Juntian. You need an unshakable backer to protect your life, to allow yourself to grow, gain strength and then take revenge."

"But now, the Wuxiang Dao Sect has become a terrible Taoist who needs help even when walking, and the Lotus Holy See no longer exists. The academy has no value for use for you. If you insist on keeping this, you will only be burdened.

The clean land of academies without the protection of saints will only bring disaster to the academies."