Chapter 109: 107

"The news released by Qingfeng Sword School, Chu Feiyang ..." Gao Fang paused a little hesitantly.
"Chu Feiyang ... appeared!" Jun Shuying heard straightly looking at Gao Fang. He was still calm, but there was some caution in his words, as if afraid of something.
"Leader ..." Gao Fang's voice was full of bitterness, "Chu Feiyang, dead."
"It's impossible, it won't." Jun Shuying didn't think about it, and immediately shook his head to deny it.
"Leader, it's true. There have been rumors on the rivers and lakes. The Qingfeng Sword School has been looking for people under the cliff since that day. They have found Chu Feiyang's corpse under the cliff ..."
"Stop your mouth!" Jun Shuying interrupted Gao Fang with a rage. At that moment, he just felt the anger in his chest suddenly swell up, the more he burned and the more throbbing his chest became. The burning sensation spread into his eyes, and a reddish faintness appeared in his vision.
He is not sad. He will never be sad for anyone's death, and naturally he will not be sad for Chu Feiyang. He was just ... just listening to the word corpse, and it was harsh.
Chu Feiyang ... He was so immortal, so omnipotent, he had a daring face even before he fell off the cliff.
How could he die, how could he die! How could that kind of powerful and invincible monster turn into a stinky skin that is useless to manipulate!
"Teacher, don't do this ..." Gao Fang suddenly rushed up, took out a porcelain bottle, opened the bottle hurriedly and placed it under Jun Shu's shadow, and his voice was full of anxiety.
Jun Shuying knew that he was about to go into a demon, luck was taken away, he pushed away his high hand, and calmly said, "Keep talking."
Gao Fang paused and said, "Xin Yunshen transported the body back to Qingfeng Sword School. Now he stopped on Longyue Mountain and was buried 10 days later." He looked at Jun Shuying and said carefully: "I heard It was found in the cold pool under the cliff, and the body ... is still intact. If the leader wants to see the last side of Hero Chu ... "
"Natural." Jun Shuying stood up holding the small stone and said, "If Chu Feiyang really died, he would be a hundred. If he wasn't dead ... I'd like to see, where is that lying in the coffin? sacred."
Deep in the night.
Jun Shuying lay quietly on the bed, watching the tree shadows swaying outside the window, and the changing light and shadow were shaking in front of his eyes, feeling more and more sleepy and abnormal.
I don't know how long it has been before, the fans of Jun Shu are confused and sleepless, and suddenly a very slight sound makes him wake up suddenly.
"Who" Jun Shuying immediately sat up alertly, reached out and took the long sword by the pillow, and whispered.
There was silence for a while, and a slight footstep sounded suddenly, step by step, towards the bedside.
Jun Shuying glanced at it, but he could only see a thick darkness. Listening carefully, he became a little nervous.
Jun Shuying knew that he should jump out of bed immediately, so he took precautions carefully. But his body could not move at all, as if suppressed by a nightmare, and could not exert any strength. So Jun Shuying could only sit on the bed in an awkward posture. There was a thin layer of sweat in the hand holding the sword, soaking the sword handle, and it was slippery and cold.
"Who the is there to pretend to be a ghost!" Jun Shuying looked hard into the darkness.
Before that, there was still less bright moonlight penetrating into the room, but at this time it was as if completely absorbed by the darkness, and could not see the slightest. But the darkness is like the ink spilled out, so dark that it cannot see everything inside, whether dead or living.
It's just a few steps from the door to the bed. Jun Shuying felt that the man walked for a long time with a slow pace. He walked very lightly, but did not intentionally hide his whereabouts, as if walking softly. Jun Shuying could not feel the slightest bit of malice.
The man stepped out of the darkness step by step, and his slender figure appeared slowly.
Jun Shuying's hand holding the sword tightened, but it finally loosened. The long sword wrapped in the scabbard and fell on the quilt without making a sound.
Jun Shuying looked at the familiar figure that was a little clearer, the name rushed to his mouth, but was bitten by him.
It wasn't until the man who came from the darkness completely and clearly stood in front of him that he finally moved his lips and muttered, "Chu Feiyang ..."