I became the short-lived white moonlight of the demon god

At night, Feng Xuan held Li Furen's token, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Thinking of what Li Furen said during the day, Feng Xuan felt a block in his heart, unable to speak.

He frowned, held the token and touched it for a long time, turned over, took out the close-fitting sound transmission amulet, and put it close to his mouth.

"Li Furen?"

Feng Xuan called softly: "Can you hear Li Furen?"

No one responded.

Feng Xuan changed her way of calling again: "Master?"

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On Ziyun Peak, the night is as dark as ink.

Li Furen let out a scar, and knelt on the cobblestone road covered in blood.

He was dressed in black, blending into the night wonderfully, only the thick and compelling smell of blood and the sound of dripping blood were particularly obvious in this night.

Suddenly, a crisp shout broke the silence.

In a trance, Li Furen even felt that this voice perfectly overlapped with the voice calling him from the ice cellar, as if someone broke open the gate of hell and tried to take him out of hell.

But soon, the door was slammed shut.

The sound transmission talisman floated forward, and finally landed in the hands of a slender figure in white clothes not far from Li Furen.

Qiu Zijin's eyes were gloomy and frightening. He held a rough short whip in one hand and received the sound transmission talisman in the other. His face was faintly visible in the dim light, like an evil ghost.

"Master?" He chewed these two words repeatedly with great interest, with a smile that was not a smile: "If Gou Liu hadn't told this deity, this deity would not have known when he would have another grandson."

His eyes sharpened sharply, and a spiritual fire burst out in his hand, and the tongue of fire licked and burned the sound transmission talisman, leaving no ashes.

Qiu Zijin hit the whip with his backhand, and when the whip hit the flesh, the blood scab that had just condensed was torn apart immediately, and blood gushed out again.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger.

Qiu Zijin's face was as dark as frost and snow, his eyes were fierce and resentful, whip after whip, and Fu Ren trembled all over: "You deserve it too?"

He sneered: "Without the permission of the deity, when will you, a dog, be able to make your own decisions and take people to Ziyun Peak?"

As he said, the thin aura even radiated from the short whip, and these auras turned into hooks, blurring the blood and flesh on Li Furen's body.

If it were an ordinary person, he might not be able to bear this kind of torture long ago, and passed out, but Li Furen still stayed where he was, only gritted his teeth, and didn't say a word.

It wasn't until Qiu Zijin vented enough that he stopped. Qiu Zijin took out a sword from nowhere, and wiped his eyes affectionately, but his tone was as cold as a ghost: "It seems that I still punished you too lightly. You are so ignorant of good and evil."

He was condescending, swept over Li Furen coldly and disgustedly, and said contemptuously: "Just kneel here."

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Unable to contact Li Furen, Feng Xuan tossed and turned all night without falling asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Feng Xuan packed up the important things early, and took the token and the loyal bird to Ziyun Peak.

Feng Xuan has seen Qiu Zijin's bad attitude towards Li Furen several times, and he is really worried about Li Furen.

Fortunately, having been here last time, Feng Xuan knew the way very well, and quickly found Li Furen's residence.

However, from a distance, Feng Xuan saw that the door was not closed, and the room was empty without anyone.

As if certain ideas in her heart were confirmed, Feng Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and something bad happened in an instant.

He called out the Loyalist Bird, with a rare expression on his face: "Do you know where Qiu Zijin lives? Take me there."

Zhong Lingniao nodded, and quickly led Feng Xuan to another place.

A short walk further north from here, a tall and exquisite palace stands majestically.

This is Qiu Zijin's residence.

Before entering the door, there was a bloody smell in the air.

Without hesitation, Feng Xuan rushed in with the loyal bird.

As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw Li Furen was kneeling on the pebbles dripping with blood, his face was as pale as paper, with wounds all over his body.

Fengxuan took a breath, his mind went blank for a moment, and he knelt down beside Li Furen as if dissociated, checking Li Furen's injuries tremblingly:

"How did he beat you like this?"

Feng Xuan's face was even uglier than Li Furen's, and he wanted to check Li Furen's injuries, but Li Furen stretched out his hand to stop him.

Li Fu raised his tired eyelids, frowned slightly, and spoke weakly, but clearly blamed: "Why are you here?"

Seeing Li Furen's body covered in blood, Feng Xuan's heart ached to death: "If I don't come again, am I waiting to collect your body?"

As he spoke, he pulled away Li Furen's hand, frowning, intending to check.

But Li Furen stopped him again, with a firm attitude: "You go down the mountain."

"Go find Heng Yongsi." Li Furen chased Feng Xuan away, "Don't come looking for me, I'm not your master."

Immediately, Feng Xuan's eyes turned red, and she was in a hurry, and there was a hint of crying in her voice: "You clearly didn't say that yesterday."

Li Furen's tone was cold and hard, without even looking at Feng Xuan: "I regret it."

He tried his best to disentangle the relationship: "Return the token to me, and you go down the mountain now."

"I don't!" Feng Xuan choked up, "I'll take you down the mountain to find someone to help heal your injuries."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, trying to help Li Furen up, but was pushed hard by Li Furen, and fell to the ground.

Li Furen's eyes were tired and indifferent: "Get lost."

Feng Xuan fell down on the pebbles, his palm was scratched, and he was so painful that his tears almost fell down, but Feng Xuan still resisted to get up, refusing to give up.

"Are you the disciple of the deity?"

Qiu Zijin didn't know when he heard the movement, and he was pacing over at this moment, his face like frost and snow.

Feng Xuan turned around, and stood in front of Li Furen calmly, vigilant all over her body.

The moment he saw Feng Xuan, Qiu Zijin paused suddenly: "So it was you, but you didn't die."

His face became even more ugly: "The deity said, whoever has no eyes, but worships him as a teacher, it is you, then it makes sense."

Qiu Zijin snorted coldly: "At the beginning you rejected this deity, but in a blink of an eye you worshiped under this trash. Do you really think that this deity is easy to tease?"

Li Furen's eyes moved, staring at Feng Xuan's back.

Feng Xuan sternly denied it: "It's not what the celestial venerable thought, there is something hidden in it, senior brother Li came up with this expedient measure and accepted me as a disciple to save me. It has nothing to do with Li Furen!"

"Feng Xuan!" Li Furen's tone was severe, obviously wanting to stop it.

But Fengxuan seemed to have never heard of it: "I forced Li Furen to do this. If the immortal is dissatisfied, you can come to me and stop beating Li Furen."

"You think the deity will let you go?" Qiu Zijin sneered.

"Today, between you and him, one of them will not be able to leave Ziyun Peak alive. Guess who it will be?" Qiu Zijin raised his sword as he spoke.

In an instant, the overwhelming powerful aura, accompanied by an overwhelming killing intent, wiped out the two of them in an instant.

Apart from Master, Feng Xuan was the first to feel such a big aura fluctuation in someone else, Feng Xuan knew it all too well.

It doesn't even need a complete sword, the spiritual energy contained in the sword move can make them disappear into ashes and completely dissipate in the world.

Qiu Zijin really planned to kill them.

Feng Xuan only felt that his mind was blank, he didn't even think about it, almost subconsciously, he turned around, closed his eyes and hugged Li Furen tightly into his arms, waiting for the trial of sword energy.

But after a few breaths, not only did he not die, even the overwhelming evil spirit completely dissipated.

Feng Xuan's trembling eyelashes slowly opened, and he lowered his head in the first reaction, until he saw that Li Furen was still lying in his arms, he was relieved.

After all, Li Furen is very weak now, if Qiu Zijin wants to attack Li Furen, Li Furen has no strength to resist at all.

Only then did Feng Xuan turn her head, her clear round pupils were full of surprise and uncertainty.

The sword in Qiu Zijin's hand didn't even have time to put it down: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Feng Xuan was really frightened, he shook his head bluntly at first, then nodded quickly after he realized it.

Qiu Zijin's eyes were sharp: "Then why do you want to die?"

Feng Xuan's icy hands carefully pressed Li Furen's mind into his warm embrace, and his voice was clear and shallow, but with a force that could not be ignored: "I can't let him die."

"Even if you die for him?"

"Ah."

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence.

After Feng Xuan finished answering, she raised her head cautiously to test Qiu Zijin's attitude, but only met twice, Feng Xuan felt from the bottom of her heart that Qiu Zijin was really a moody and weird person.

However, Qiu Zijin lowered his head, the wind picked up a lock of his hair and covered his face, Feng Xuan really couldn't see clearly.

Only Li Furen keenly noticed that Qiu Zijin's hand holding the sword was so tight that his knuckles turned white, trembling weakly.

In the next second, Qiu Zijin swung his sword again——

The unstoppable sword energy was wrapped in the monstrous spiritual energy, and it was swung out fiercely.

Feng Xuan closed her eyes tightly in shock, resting her chin on Li Furen's head.

A loud rumbling sound.

The palace on the right collapsed and turned into a pile of ruins.

Feng Xuan's heart trembled when he heard that voice.

When he looked up again, how could there be Qiu Zijin in the yard?

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After Li Furen was put on the wound medicine and placed on the bed, Feng Xuan was still cold all over, and couldn't help feeling afraid.

If Qiu Zijin's last sword hadn't changed direction, instead of falling aside, it fell on him...

As soon as Feng Xuan thought of this possibility, she felt cold in her heart.

"Qiu Zijin, you are really a moody lunatic." Feng Xuan murmured brokenly.

He handled the bloody cotton cloth that had wiped Li Furen's wound: "But he is completely different from the rumored person in the cultivation world."

Feng Xuan meditated: "Everyone says that Qiu Zijin is a great hero who saved the cultivation world, and a cultivation genius that has never been seen before or since."

Feng Xuan checked again whether Li Furen's wound was well-medicated, while muttering: "But I think Qiu Zijin looks more like a moody, big devil who kills people based on his mood."

Feng Xuan swaggered and danced his claws to look like a beast, but unfortunately his face was not intimidating enough, he just looked like a kitten with fried fur.

When he spoke and moved, Li Furen's deep gaze never left Feng Xuan's figure for a moment.

Until Feng Xuan looked over.

Li Furen glanced away naturally, with the same expression as usual: "He has always been a lunatic."

"Oh." Feng Xuan sighed for no reason.

He tidied up Li Furen, and said: "Remember to apply medicine to the wound every day, and I will supervise you."

He frowned again and sighed: "The old injury has not healed yet and a new one appeared, how is your body getting better?"

Feng Xuan hesitated: "Qiu Zijin is like this, he must agree with me to stay?"

It was rare for Li Furen to speak, his probing eyes fell on Feng Xuan calmly: "He values ​​you very much."

Feng Xuan immediately turned back and waved her hands: "Don't, don't, I can't bear it."

Feng Xuan glanced Li Furen up and down: "The end of being valued by him... I don't dare to try."

Li Furen's eyelashes trembled slightly: "We are different."

He put his clothes back together and asked casually: "Just now, Qiu Zijin said, when did you reject him?"

Sure enough, Feng Xuan started to have a headache.

What's going on in the past two days, one by one, they all talk out of his background.

Feng Xuan's eyes dodged a little: "Well, it's nothing, but when I came to Ziyun Peak last time, I met Qiu Zijin, and he said he wanted to take me as a disciple."

When it came to the important point, Feng Xuan quickly waved his hands: "But I didn't promise him."

As if realizing that her actions were a bit exaggerated, Feng Xuan withdrew her hand again, unable to keep peeking at Li Furen's face with guilt.

What Feng Xuan was referring to was the time when he searched for the loyal spirit bird for Li Furen.

Li Furen didn't seem to care, didn't comment, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and said casually: "You don't have to hide it from me."

Feng Xuan naturally nodded wildly: "Yeah, definitely not next time."

He thought that Li Furen didn't take it seriously at all, and quickly changed the subject, pointing to the only bed in the room: "Then I live in...?"

"There is an empty room next door, which has been cleaned up for you."

"Ah...that's it."

"You will let things go in a moment. You live in Ziyun Peak. There are still a few things to pay attention to."

When Feng Xuan heard this, she immediately cheered up and sat up straight.

Li Furen said solemnly: "Qiu Zijin doesn't like outsiders, now including you, there are only three people. You can go anywhere on the mountain, he doesn't care about it, except his dormitory."

Feng Xuan was puzzled: "You can go around in such an important place as the palace, but not in the sleeping place, why?"

Li Furen looked indifferent, and shook his head slightly: "He never said that."

"Okay." Feng Xuan agreed, he put his head on his hands and blinked, "Is there any more?"

Li Furen avoided Feng Xuan's scorching gaze unnaturally: "Don't touch his sword."

"Sword?" Feng Xuan thought carefully, "Is it the one he used today?"

"En." Li Furen said lightly. "Anyone who touches his sword is dead."

Feng Xuan's whole body was full of pimples: "Why does the more I talk about it, the more I feel that he is a big devil?"

He stuck out his tongue, and added: "I don't want to touch such a sword even if it is handed over to me."

"Then have you ever touched it?" Feng Xuan asked casually.

"Touched."

Li Furen's answer was beyond Feng Xuan's expectation.

"Huh? Didn't you say you can't touch it?"

Li Furen simply answered the number: "I am different."

All right.Feng Xuan flattened her mouth.Interestingly, I didn't ask any more.

Because Li Furen was injured, it was not convenient for the two of them to go to the disciple's school, these days, Feng Xuan took care of Li Furen.

Fortunately, since the last time I saw him, Qiu Zijin seemed to have disappeared and never saw this person again.

If it is possible not to see Qiu Zijin every day, Feng Xuan feels that Ziyun Peak is a good place to spend time.

But he didn't think about it, so he sent Qiu Zijin away, and another Buddha came.

Feng Xuan was helplessly joking with Zhonglingniao, not far away, Bai Lerong was talking with Li Furen with a friendly smile.

Feng Xuan was in a daze, thinking to herself, doesn't Qiu Zijin hate being disturbed by others, why didn't he ban Bai Lerong's access token.

After thinking about it, two figures suddenly walked in front of Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan woke up startled.

I saw Li Furen standing on one side, and Bai Lerong greeted him with a smile on his face: "I heard that senior brother Li was punished a few days ago, so I came here to give senior brother some medicine. By the way, you also brought some spirits to strengthen your body for Ah Xuan." medicine."

Ah Xuan?

Feng Xuan felt pimples all over her body, when did she get so close to Bai Lerong?

Li Furen never called him that.

Regardless of Feng Xuan's refusal, he pushed the pill into Feng Xuan's bosom with Feng Xuan's evasion, and said in a regretful tone, "Ah Xuan, I have heard something about your body."

He quickly comforted: "But it's okay, as long as you don't give up, there is still hope for recovery."

His eyes swept across the faces of Li Furen and Feng Xuan, and his words contained deep meaning: "Junior Brother Heng has been trying to find a way for you, A Xuan, if you have time next time, go to Huiyue Peak and let Master take a look for you .”

Huiyue Peak is the place where the suzerain Gou Liu lives now.

"The suzerain is busy with affairs, so I don't want to disturb you as a young disciple." Feng Xuan threw the things back into Bai Lerong's arms.

"Keep things for yourself, I don't need them."

Bai Lerong was obviously a little embarrassed: "Then Ah Xuan, when you need it, ask me again."

Feng Xuan ignored him. Judging from the recent events, it was obvious what kind of person Bai Lerong was.

I don't know what Li Furen was thinking, but he just chased Bai Lerong, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

Feng Xuan casually thought: Li Furen treats Bai Lerong so well, so maybe Bai Lerong is that child?

In the blink of an eye, Feng Xuan was taken aback, he raised his head, his eyes switched back and forth between Li Furen and Bai Lerong.

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