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

After that day, Feng Xuan never saw Li Furen on Ziyun Peak again.

The demons are approaching step by step, and the battle situation is anxious. The tragic history of thousands of years ago seems to be repeated again, and everyone is panicked.

And Li Furen held cold water in his hand and repelled the demon army several times, as if Qiu Zijin, who calmed down the demon king with his own strength many years ago, was still alive, like a god.

For a while, Li Furen's prestige in the Wu Nian Sect rose, and he logically succeeded Qiu Zijin as the lord, and no one dared to object.

As for Feng Xuan, due to physical reasons, she had to stay temporarily in Ziyun Peak to cultivate.

It's not that Feng Xuan is unwilling to fight, his body has been eroded by the cold air for thousands of years long ago, and he was already defeated.After that, he was injured many times, and now it is no exaggeration to say that his body is a piece of white paper that can be torn if poked.

Besides, Feng Xuan has another more important matter.

Feng Xuan hugged Zhonglingniao, and pushed open the door of Zangshu Pavilion.

This is Ziyun Peak's internal collection of books. The content in it is much richer than that at the foot of the mountain, and now Fengxuan has no restrictions, so you can browse at will.

If it were in the past, when Feng Xuan was eroded by the cold air for thousands of years, Feng Xuan would be very happy, but now, Feng Xuan has no such interest.

He walked anxiously, with deep and indelible sadness in his eyes, like a flower that was about to wither, and withered away, he went straight into the depths of the library and read all the books related to Feisheng.

Cultivation is to go against the sky, cultivate to become a fairy, live forever, and go against all laws and laws of heaven, it can be called a life of ten thousand deaths.Therefore, from the beginning to the end, mortals who can successfully cultivate into immortals have always been rare, very few.

In the only classics, there are only a few words, and the records are only those who succeeded in ascension in legends.

The more Feng Xuan flipped through the pages, the deeper the melancholy in her eyes.

The loyal bird seemed to be aware of his depression, so it jumped around beside Fengxuan.

Although it doesn't understand why Feng Xuan is sad, it knows how to comfort her.

Feng Xuan put down the book, and seemed to be in a daze for a long time, before patting Zhong Lingniao's head feebly to show comfort.

However, there was sadness in his heart.

It is said in the book that anyone who ascends to the sky must go through ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder calamities first, and only after the person has survived can he be reborn and be ranked among the immortals.

Ninety-nine and 81 thunder disasters.

Not to mention 81 words, the day his master ascended, there was a thunderstorm, not even the slightest difference, before the master "ascended", he even bid farewell to him with a smile on his face.

Feng Xuan's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, he closed the book tightly, and stuffed it into the innermost corner of the bookshelf, as if as long as he did this, he could pretend he had never read it.

It seems that as long as this is the case, the master will still be waiting for him in the fairyland, waiting for him to go home.

The young man went out in a panic, but before going out, he panicked and tripped over the steps.

His dilapidated body was already fragile, but when he fell, he became dizzy and his throat felt sweet.

But no matter how painful it is, it can't compare to one ten-thousandth of the pain in his heart at this moment.

And at least Nian stumbled up and left with his vest hunched over. In the Library Pavilion, black air flashed, and a black shadow appeared.

The black shadow passed through the bookshelves, touched the books that the young man touched just now, and stopped at the last place where the young man stayed, and turned out the few books in the corner.

【Crossing Tribulation】

Li Furen's bottomless gaze swept over a few key words thoughtfully, and his knuckles clasped the spine of the book so hard that they turned white.

……

Searching for several days, but only found such a result, Feng Xuan went back to the room in a daze, shut himself in the room for several days, squatting in the corner alone, neither eating nor drinking, nor moving.

If there were other uninformed people present, it would not be surprising to mistake Feng Xuan for a fool who lost his mind.

"How could this be...how could this be..."

He just kept repeating this sentence.

His body was already weak, and now he hadn't eaten for many days. He had lost a lot of weight, and his disciple's uniform was empty.

But the most frightening thing is Feng Xuan's eyes, empty, confused and hopeless.

In fact, Feng Xuan knew in her heart that her master was already in danger, but in her heart she secretly hoped that her master was still alive.

"Master will never lie to me..."

"He never lied to me..."

As he said that, painful emotions welled up in his empty eye sockets, and tears fell silently from the eye sockets uncontrollably like beads with a broken thread.

Fu cheered up again, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, patted his face, and comforted himself: "How could Master lie to me, Master will definitely not lie to me."

"From childhood to adulthood, he has kept his word. He is different from other mortals. He must have arrived in the fairyland long ago, waiting for me."

He wanted to get up: "Yes, yes, Master is still waiting for me, I can't just give up like this, Master is so powerful, he will...he will..."

However, Feng Xuan squatted for too long, when Wu got up, suddenly his eyes went dark, and he fell forward uncontrollably, and he was about to fall to the ground.

A black shadow rushed in full of anger.

Li Furen's body still smelled of gunpowder smoke, and every good part of his body was covered with wounds, so one could tell at a glance that he had not been on the battlefield for long.

He held him in his arms, his eyes filled with uncontrollable black anger: "You want to die so much?"

Feng Xuan couldn't speak, the whole person seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, floating in this world, and vaguely heard Li Furen's angry and cold voice.

"You want to die so much, but I will not let you die!"

As he said that, he called out, and the trembling disciples outside the door immediately turned around and quickly brought the prepared food.

Before Feng Xuan could recover, she was picked up horizontally, and thrown into the quilt roughly and gently, and was groped up and down for inspection.

Immediately afterwards, an unknown warm thing was forcefully delivered to his mouth, and poured straight into his mouth.

Feng Xuan almost subconsciously shook her head to avoid it, this action angered Li Furen even more.

Li Furen sneered: "Don't eat? Are you going to starve yourself to death for the sake of a dead person?"

Feng Xuan managed to lie to himself that the master was not dead, and when he heard this, the mental barrier he had built up with great difficulty collapsed again, he struggled crazily, trying to escape from Li Furen's side, but his hands and feet were bound and he was forced to raise his head.

Li Furen pinched his mouth, and poured the porridge into his mouth spoon by spoon.

The movements are sometimes resolute and concise, but occasionally there is a hint of tenderness that he himself has not noticed.

Seeing Feng Xuan's unwavering expression, Li Furen stopped.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Feng Xuan immediately dumped on the side of the bed, and immediately vomited up the white porridge that he had just taken in.

Feng Xuan's complexion was ugly, and Li Furen's expression became even worse.

It was him who poured the porridge just now, and now the person who looks like a child who has done something wrong is also him.

He called cautiously: "Ah Xuan..."

Feng Xuan stroked his hand away: "Don't touch me."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-1723:50:27~2021-03-1900:01:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of woo woo; 12121215 bottles of Shan; 2 bottles of puffs; 1 bottle of Lingluo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!