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"Ha ha, Zen style. I didn't expect that a young monk in those years turned into a congenital master. It's really God's kindness to you."

Zen wind is no stranger to Ning Tianyu. Both sides met once by chance, but Zen wind was just an ordinary monk at that time, and Ning Tianyu was the Grand Master of the Ning family.

"Ning Tianyu, Ning Qingdi will kill you." Zen wind mercilessly put down a word and rushed out of the pit, like a stray arrow into the dark, disappeared.

"Emperor Ningqing!" Ning Tianyu was shocked, but he couldn't stop the Zen wind. He could only watch him escape. He looked up at the hateful character "Xi" and roared: "broken!"

Whizz!

Broken arrow with it rushed into the sky, exploded, a golden light, disappeared in the night sky.

When the arrow fell, Ning Tianyu caught it and jumped down into the pit to retrieve another arrow buried in the earth. Looking at the boundless darkness, he said to himself, "he said that emperor Ningqing would kill me. Isn't emperor Ningqing dead? At that time, the master once said that emperor Ning Qing robbed a treasure with him, and finally he was severely damaged by the master and would die. Is master's prediction wrong that emperor Ningqing is not dead? "

It turns out that it was the devil who robbed the secret of heaven and earth with emperor Ning Qing. It can be regarded as a miracle that emperor Ning Qing escaped from death in his hands.

"Hum, even if he didn't die in the hands of master, now he will die in my hands. I have a magic weapon in my hands. What's the fear?" Ning Tianyu constantly encourages himself.

But I still can't help recalling the events of that year in my mind. At that time, although he was the eldest son of the Ning family, his light was completely covered by the Ningqing emperor. Even after he learned martial arts from the great devil by chance, his strength was much lower than that of the Ningqing emperor.

After Ning Qing emperor was expelled from his family, Ning Tianyu's light gradually bloomed and began to really stand out.

Therefore, in his mind, Ningqing emperor is a mountain, a nightmare, even after several decades, he still has a palpitation feeling.

Ning Tianyu tried his best to put aside these thoughts and the fear hidden in his heart and said to himself: "Ning Tianyu, you are a night demon. No one can threaten you in the world. If Ning Qing emperor reappears, he will use his blood to sacrifice the arrow and bow of Hou Yi."

Whizz!

Ning Tianyu stabilized his mind, looked at the big pit and disappeared into the night.

Murong ran quickly in the dark with a light eyebrow. She didn't know what Zen would be like. She was very worried, but she had no way.

"Ningqing emperor, you are a dead ghost. You left us orphans and widows. Where did you die alone? Get the hell out of here She swore in her heart.

"Zen style, what you promised me, you must catch up with me. You must keep your promise, even if you are a monk."

Whizz!

A strong wind came up, Murong Qingmei stopped and felt the familiar breath. He was overjoyed, "Zen wind, you're here!"

The dark clouds in the sky were blown away by the wind, and their figures were exposed in the wilderness. When Murong Qingmei saw the appearance of Zen wind, he was shocked and said, "what's the matter with you?"

Chan Feng fell in front of Murong Qingmei. She quickly picked up Chan Feng and looked at him. His face was pale, and his body was cold.

Zen wind opened her mouth, slightly curved, blooming a smile, said intermittently: "I... Come back."

"Don't talk. I'll take you to the hospital right away." Murong said anxiously with a light eyebrow.

"No, my life is burning out." It's very difficult for Zen to speak. In fact, if it wasn't for the previous promise, he couldn't support it. But he promised her, he still had to do it. Even if there were more difficulties, he would finish it.

It's the power of faith.

In other words, a man's commitment to a woman, a woman whom he has admired for several years.

Although Chan Feng is a monk, it does not hinder his nature as a man.

Murong was shocked when he heard the words with a light eyebrow. He knew what this sentence meant and that Zen wind would leave the world and her.

"No, Zen style, you must hold on, promise me, you must live, you must live!"

Murong Qingmei, who had always been calm, lost her composure and became an ordinary woman. Two lines of tears fell from her cheeks.

Murong Qingmei seldom shed tears in her life, even when she was a child. This is her third time to shed tears when she grows up.

The first time was when Ning Qingdi jumped into the big lake in Murong's house, and then he pulled her in. Although he was dying and gnashing his teeth, he used his skill to warm her body.

She nestled in his cold arms and felt the warm current coming into her body, tears falling quietly.

From that moment on, she identified this man, the man of her life.

The second time was when Emperor Ningqing passed away. She also held emperor Ningqing in her arms and cried. She dried up her tears and broke her heart.

At that moment, her world seemed to collapse, and she even had the heart to die. If not for Ning fan, I'm afraid she would have gone with Ning Qing emperor.

This is the third time, not for her husband, but for another man who has been waiting for her for decades, a monk.

Although Chan Feng never said "like" to her, she could feel each other's feelings.

Although she lost her husband, her heart has gone with her husband, and she can't accommodate other men in her life.

Chan Feng knows this very well, but he still guards her and his goddess without regret, just as he has been guarding his commitment and loyalty to Buddha for decades.

"I'm sorry... I can't promise you this time." Chan Feng said feebly, "don't be sad, don't cry. You are a fairy in the sky. You shouldn't cry for such a mortal as me."

"No, you are not mortal. You are my Murong Qingmei's relative." Murong light eyebrow firmly said.

Chan Feng's face showed a complex look, with gratification, satisfaction and a faint smile. He slowly closed his eyes.

"I can't sleep. Wake up." Murong eyebrows constantly shaking him, but he has no breath.

"Chan Feng, why are you so stupid, you fool." Murong light eyebrow wails, the Zen wind tightly in his arms.

He just lay quietly in her arms like a newborn baby.

Murong frowned, sobbed and choked. He looked at him quietly, as if he had been stunned. As time went by, the night wind blew, and there were bursts of sobs, as if the night wind was also telling the sadness.