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

Feng Xuan was preoccupied, so she just stared at Li Furen in a daze for a long time.

Thinking of Qiu Zijin's sword stabbing Li Furen again, Feng Xuan paused, lowered his head with a heavy expression, and went to undress Li Furen's clothes.

Feng Xuan was only worried about Li Furen's injury, so she took care of it very carefully, opened her clothes, picked up her shoulder blades, and carefully confirmed the injury.

Although the wound was grim, fortunately the bleeding had stopped.

Fengxuan's gaze inevitably fell on the other exposed parts - densely packed with new and old wounds, no good skin or flesh.

He couldn't help but think of the last time when he applied medicine to Li Furen, the boy's frail body was covered with cuts and bruises.

Feng Xuan's fingertips pinching Li Furen's skirt kept tightening, her brows were furrowed, her normally bright eyes also lost their brilliance at this moment, dimmed like the dusk.

Feng Xuan obsessively maintained this movement, and after an unknown period of time, she finally noticed something was wrong.

As soon as he raised his head, he met Li Furen's dark and dull gaze.

Feng Xuan immediately let go of her hand in a panic: "No."

He explained: "I have no other thoughts, just want to see your injury."

However, during his movements, he accidentally touched Li Furen's wound.

Before Li Furen could respond, Feng Xuan's face turned pale first, and he quickly leaned over again, holding Li Furen's hands weakly beside Li Furen, nervously asking, "Are you all right?"

Li Furen's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his lips were pale. Although he tried his best to sound unaffected, his tone was heavy but could not conceal his weakness: "Yes."

He gathered up his clothes a little slowly, and wrote lightly: "Don't look."

It's fine if Li Furen didn't say anything, when he said that, Feng Xuan's emotions suddenly surged like a dike.

Li Furen took a look and knew something was wrong, he asked: "You know?"

Feng Xuan suppressed the sore eyes, and spoke in an angry but crying voice: "How could he treat you like this."

Feng Xuan's fists were tightly clenched: "They all said that you are born with a demon body and a demon cultivator, but it is clear that Qiu Zijin is the big demon, the one who should be punished the most, why should you bear all this... "

Feng Xuan only felt that the sockets of his eyes were sore and hot, the world in front of him was blurred like mist, and there seemed to be a ball of anger burning in his heart.

But at this moment, a slightly cold hand gently swept across the corner of his eyes, stroking away the tears in his eyes.

"Don't cry." Li Furen's weak tone carried the meaning of not being able to refuse.

Feng Xuan was stunned.

"I don't hurt."

So don't you cry for me.

The next second after Li Furen's voice fell, Feng Xuan's tears could no longer be controlled, and they fell silently, drop by drop, like a burst embankment.

How can it not hurt?

Feng Xuanxin felt uncomfortable as if being picked up. He recalled with tears in his eyes the past when Li Furen gritted his teeth and struggled alone on the cliff of repentance, refusing to speak even if he died of pain...

It turned out to be like this...

It turned out to be the case.

Feng Xuan didn't want Li Furen to see herself in such a mess, so she wiped off the tears on the back of her hand and choked up: "Why are you like this..."

Feng Xuan glanced away, stubbornly unwilling to show her vulnerability.

"If it hurts, you have to say it... No one will help you before, but in the future, I will share it with you."

Feng Xuan bit her lip, trying to suppress her crying: "So don't be like this, okay?"

He looked like this, as if Li Furen refused to agree, and was about to cry in the next second.

No one can bear to make such a little beauty sad after seeing Feng Xuan's appearance.

"Okay." Li Furen said in a hoarse voice, "I promise you."

Feng Xuan's mood finally gradually improved. After waking up, Feng Xuan felt very ashamed, and fiercely grabbed Li Furen's robe to wipe his face.

"Does Qiu Zijin always take your blood?" Feng Xuan asked.

"Well, it will be taken several times a month, and the time and frequency are not fixed."

Feng Xuan thought of the dense blood formation in Qiu Zijin's bedroom again, and her heart went numb: "Qiu Zijin clearly used sorcery, if you stay any longer, sooner or later, Qiu Zijin will kill you as a sacrifice for the blood formation."

Feng Xuan suddenly calmed down: "We must find a chance to leave."

His bright eyes looked firmly at Li Furen: "Last time I asked you if you would like to leave, and you said no."

"I'll ask you again this time, will your answer change?"

Li Furen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while, his weak but clear and firm voice came: "Yes."

……

Heng Yongsi sent Feng Xuan a letter.

The letter mentioned the freshmen's downhill experience, and asked Feng Xuan if he would like to form a team with him.

With this letter, Feng Xuan approached Qiu Zijin.

Qiu Zijin was sitting in the hall, carefully wiping the cold water in his hands, and only then raised his eyelids when he saw Feng Xuan was coming.

But it's just a glance.

Qiu Zijin casually asked, "Are you here for Li Furen again?"

Without waiting for Feng Xuan to answer, he replied weakly on his own: "He can't die, just cultivate for a while."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Feng Xuan denied it: "It's not for him, it's for myself."

Hearing this, Qiu Zijin finally became interested, put away his sword, propped his chin, and looked straight at him with rare interest.

"Oh, the sun is coming out from the west." His tone was unclear, "Tell me, what is it?"

Feng Xuan made a salute, neither humble nor overbearing: "The disciple came here today to inquire about matters related to the Wannian cold air."

As soon as the words "thousand years of coldness" came out, Qiu Zijin immediately laughed out loud, but soon, he restrained his smile, suddenly turned serious, looked Feng Xuan up and down, and came to a conclusion.

"Although I don't know how you survived the previous few episodes of cold, but looking at your body, if you experience another two or three episodes, it is estimated that even the gods will not be able to save you."

Feng Xuan's expression froze, and he thought, Qiu Zijin really knows something.

He was about to ask, but Qiu Zijin spoke before him: "Aren't you afraid?"

Feng Xuan was taken aback for a moment, first nodded, then shook his head again when he regained his composure.

"The disciple just wanted to ask the Immortal Venerable about more things related to the cold air of ten thousand years."

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qiu Zijin: "If you ask the deity, you won't answer."

Feng Xuan raised her head, only to see Qiu Zijin call out Han Shui again at some point, and focus on touching the sword again.

Casually said: "A dying person who has no intention of living, in the eyes of this deity, is already half a dead person, why does this deity want to talk nonsense with the dead?"

Feng Xuan had expected Qiu Zijin's uncertain attitude, so she wasn't too disappointed.

Qiu Zijin didn't want to say anything, and Feng Xuan didn't bother him, so he said goodbye and turned to leave.

Seeing this scene from the corner of his eyes, Qiu Zijin's hand stroking the sword gave a slight pause.

Feng Xuan only took a few steps, but Qiu Zijin's voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Ten thousand years of cold air enters the body, and when the attack occurs, people feel like falling into an icehouse, and their blood and bones are frozen. Almost no one can survive. Even if you survive the first few times, the ten thousand year cold air will only become more and more severe in the future."

Feng Xuan paused.

Qiu Zijin continued: "It's not hopeless."

"It is rumored that a kind of elixir refined from Shenmu can suppress the cold air for thousands of years and protect you from death."

Feng Xuan frowned subconsciously, and murmured: "Shenmu?"

"But for thousands of years, Shenmu has only appeared in legends. But..."

Qiu Zijin raised his head, and said with great interest: "However, if you are willing to give up the disciple of the deity and worship the deity as a teacher, the deity is willing to find it for you."

He frowned: "How?"

Feng Xuan refused indifferently without even thinking about it: "Thank you for your kindness, but Feng Xuan is lazy and doesn't want to make a fuss, so I don't bother Xian Zun."

"Oh—" Qiu Zijin responded meaningfully, still propped his head, looking at Feng Xuan's back, his eyes were misty, as if he saw something else through Feng Xuan's back.

I don't know if I'm angry or not.

Feng Xuan continued to walk forward, when he came to the exit, he suddenly mentioned casually:

"A few days will be the trial for new disciples. If the disciple wants to go down the mountain, I hope the immortal will approve it."

As he spoke, Feng Xuan casually called out a piece of cloth with his right hand.

Qiu Zijin didn't even look at it, and waved the cold water in his hand, a stream of spiritual energy was accurately submerged into the cloth, and instantly turned into a square seal.

Feng Xuan glanced at it calmly, happy in his heart, calm as usual: "Thank you Xianzun for your approval."

This time Feng Xuan made a serious decision to leave.

However, he only left the palace on his front foot, and on his back foot, Qiu Zijin's seemingly indistinct voice sounded again: "I will ask you one last time, do you really want a sacred tree?"

What answered Qiu Zijin was Feng Xuan's firm footsteps gradually drifting away.

With Feng Xuan's footsteps, the palace gate gradually closed:

"Pass down the order, and the deity will practice in seclusion from now on, and don't be disturbed by anything."

It was not until the halls were completely closed that Feng Xuan finally opened the wrapped cloth.

I saw Qiu Zijin's exclusive seal printed on the lower left side of the cloth.

But on the upper right side of the cloth, there are two names written next to each other on the left and right.

They are: Li Furen and Feng Xuan.

……

On the day when the new students came down the mountain, the disciples got ready early and gathered at the mountain gate.

The trial is very simple, everyone has their own task, as long as they complete their task within the stipulated time, they will be considered as passing the trial.

When Feng Xuan arrived, Heng Yongsi was already there, as soon as he saw Feng Xuan, he hurriedly greeted her.

When Feng Xuan got closer, she realized that Bai Lerong was also there.

Heng Yongsi hadn't seen Feng Xuan for many days, when he saw Feng Xuan at this time, he was so excited that he was even a little bit at a loss.

It was Bai Lerong who smiled lightly, and nodded to Feng Xuan first.

But soon, all the disciples present were surprised, because behind Feng Xuan, there was a silent figure in black, it was Li Furen.

There were whispers all around.

"what happened?"

"Why is he going too?"

"The Immortal Venerable actually allowed him to go down the mountain, isn't he afraid that he will escape?"

……

Even Heng Yongsi and Bai Lerong were very surprised.

Feng Xuan dragged Li Furen to his side, smiled at Heng Yongsi, then took out the order that Qiu Zijin personally approved, and showed it to the disciple guarding the gate.

He blinked: "Immortal Master has approved us to go down the mountain to practice together."

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