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

Although Bai Lerong was not outstanding in cultivation and talent, he was accepted as a disciple by the suzerain Gou Liu, and was accepted as a disciple. In terms of reputation, he was the direct disciple of the suzerain of the Wunian sect, and his status was evident.

Furthermore, he treats people with gentleness and has no airs towards other disciples, so he is quite respected among the disciples, and there are not a few disciples who love Bai Lerong.

Bai Lerong's words were quickly spread throughout the disciple school.

Since that day, every time there are classes, there will always be many unfamiliar faces in the disciple school.

Feng Xuan gradually discovered that the strange match of the three of them in the corner gradually attracted more and more attention.

Feng Xuan originally came in with the name of being the number one freshman student, so she was used to the attention of everyone.

But Li Furen...

Looking at the other disciples in the front row who kept turning their heads and sizing them up... Feng Xuan couldn't help but frowned worriedly.

Feng Xuan knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to be by Li Furen's side all the time, but if something happened to Li Furen, then he would pack up and go down the mountain directly, no need to fly up again.

After class was over, after Bai Lerong left, Feng Xuan turned around, quickly took out a talisman from his bosom, stuffed it into Li Furen's bosom without refusal, and told: "If you encounter anything, just use this Send me the sound transmission of Fu, and I will rush over soon after I hear it."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the cold expression on Li Furen's face, he quickly ran away without looking back.

One is that he is afraid of Li Furen's refusal, and the other is that Feng Xuan really has other things to do.

The reason for the change of cold air in his body has not yet been found out, he needs to investigate it as soon as possible to prevent further changes in the cold air.

The Cangshu Pavilion, which gathers all the classics of the Wunian Sect, is also the largest Sutra Pavilion in the cultivation world, and it is Fengxuan's destination this time.

Holding the disciple token, Feng Xuan was approved to enter the first floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

The classics here can be consulted by all Wu Nian Sect disciples, but most of them are easy-to-understand secrets of exercises.

For several days in a row, except for the school, Feng Xuan spent all his time in the Library Pavilion, and he had almost searched the entire first floor of the Library Pavilion, but Feng Xuan still failed to find anything related to the Wannian cold air.

Since the ten-thousand-year cold air was born in Wunianzong, it is impossible for Wunianzong to have no news at all.

Feng Xuan lowered her eyes, closed the book in her hand, suddenly flashed in her mind that day Ziyun Peak, Qiu Zijin's strange expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

[Ten thousand years of cold air enters the body, it's not a joke. 】

At first he only thought that it was Qiu Zijin who heard the news that he broke into the ice cellar, so he would say something to him, but now that he thinks about it, Qiu Zijin clearly knows something.

To ask Qiu Zijin?

Feng Xuan's clear pupils dimmed.

No, Qiu Zijin is unfathomable. If you go there rashly, you won't be able to find out about the Wannian cold air, and Qiu Zijin might find out something.

Feng Xuan blinked, and her eyes continued to rise, and finally landed on the enchantment of the entrance door on the first floor of Zangshu Pavilion—it was the entrance to the higher level of Zangshu Pavilion.

However, only inner disciples and above have the authority to enter.

"Apprentice meeting?" Feng Xuan murmured softly, "Does it really have to be a teacher?"

Feng Xuan's eyes were full of unresolved helplessness, just when he was distressed, a malicious question, accompanied by a voice of prevarication, sounded out of the window and from his arms at the same time without warning:

"Brother Bai's face was injured by you?!"

Feng Xuan's slack eyes froze for a moment, and he walked quickly to the window to look out.

Not far behind the library, Li Furen was surrounded by a group of angry teenagers.

A group of people looked positively disgusted and shouted at something passionately.

On the one hand, he still doesn't forget to touch Li Furen, and seems to be very dissatisfied with Li Furen's silence and inaction.

However, Li Furen just lowered his eyes slightly indifferently, with his right hand behind his back, neither humble nor overbearing but said nothing.

This dead stubborn donkey!

Feng Xuan gritted her teeth, with a face full of hatred, she jumped out of the window.

The disciple over there was already full of impatience: "I ask, did you get hurt? Are you dumb? Can't you yell twice?"

He was aggressive: "It's your people on the dog chain, not your mouth?!"

He was obviously enraged by Li Furen's attitude, and saw that another palm was about to fall on Li Furen's body.

Li Furen's drooping pupils flickered slightly, and his palm behind his back turned slightly, and he was about to take it out——

"Stop!" Feng Xuan was furious.

"No Nian Sect disciples are not allowed to fight privately, haven't you memorized the sect rules?!"

Suddenly interrupted, the group of disciples paused, stopped what they were doing, and followed the approaching Feng Xuan with their eyes.

Without hesitation, Feng Xuan went straight forward, pulled Li Furen behind her, stood up in front of Li Furen, with a solemn expression, and looked up and down all the disciples opposite her:

"New students? Are you all so bold before you become a teacher?"

Feng Xuan's tone was as sharp as a knife's in his eyes: "If you don't take Wu Nian Zong seriously, why bother yourself to come to Wu Nian Zong to ask for a teacher?"

The group of disciples obviously didn't expect Feng Xuan to come out halfway, they looked at each other in surprise and fear: "Is it you? Feng Xuan?"

Feng Xuan frowned.

The disciple who was the first to blame Li Furen was taboo: "The person we are looking for is him, not you, so don't get involved."

"Admixture?" Feng Xuan sneered, "What if I have to take care of it today?"

He squeezed out a talisman in his hand, aggressively: "Today's matter, I have recorded all the talismans in my hand. Guess, if the scene in this talisman is read by the elders, will any elders be willing to accept you?" As a disciple?"

There are indeed such recorded spells, but such spells require a high level of cultivation for the casters, and they have not practiced it before. The group of disciples were in shock for a while.

But this did not prevent them from responding quickly: those who lowered their heads lowered their heads, and those who covered their faces covered their faces.

Feng Xuan snorted coldly again, and exaggerated with a half-smile: "Oh, I forgot, at that time, you must have been kicked out of the No-Nian Sect by the sect master, and you had no chance to become a teacher."

He sighed, "What a pity, what a pity."

"You are talking nonsense! We have never learned this technique!" Someone retorted.

Feng Xuan smiled, and said in her tone that she must win: "How about we gamble? Let's see if you are expelled from the sect first, or me... oh, I have nothing to lose."

"you!"

"What are you? Or do you decide to be beaten up by me before being driven down the mountain?" Feng Xuan rolled up her sleeves as she spoke, with an eager look on her face.

The disciples all backed away in fright.

The leading disciple was furious: "Feng Xuan! I think you came in with the strength of the first freshman disciple, but now you are willing to degenerate, and you are with maggots like Li Furen!"

Feng Xuan's eyes instantly turned cold, and without waiting for the other person to speak again, Feng Xuan directly called out the long sword, her tone was cold and unwavering: "Say one more word."

He raised his eyes, glanced coldly, and the disciples on the opposite side said nothing at once, but they didn't dare to leave with hesitant expressions. They pushed one out, and whispered cowardly and weakly: "Spell."

Feng Xuan snapped his fingers, and the talisman floated into the air, and the tongue of fire scorched and licked it clean.

"roll."

The disciples ran away in an instant.

Feng Xuan's expression was still ugly, and after waiting for a long time, she still didn't hear a word of explanation.

Feng Xuan finally couldn't bear it any longer, and spoke first: "Is there nothing you want to explain to me?"

Hearing the words, Li Furen finally raised his eyes very lightly, revealing a pitch black pupil that was completely bottomless, and he spoke shallowly, with a barely audible voice: "What."

If Feng Xuan turned around at this time, he would be able to see Li Furen's back, at this moment a cloud of black-gray malevolence was obsessively and arrogantly lingering.

But Feng Xuan did not.

He turned around aggressively, but his eyes were filled with the heartache of his own child being bullied again:

"I told you I wanted you to come to me for something. If they hadn't bumped into the charm in your arms by mistake this time, you were going to be bullied by them like this?"

Feng Xuan was very annoyed: "I've never seen such an angry person like you!"

Feng Xuan met Li Furen's deep pupils.

"En." Li Furen still wanted to die.

Feng Xuan was almost pissed off, and scolded Li Furen: "You think you're good, don't you? Let alone this group of people, you can't beat them with a single punch!" He threatened Li Furen.

In Li Furen's eyes, a dark mist surged: "They found me first."

Li Furen's tone was distinctly cold, but for some reason, Feng Xuan could just hear the meaning of acting like a baby from this sentence.

Feng Xuan supported her forehead, thinking that she is also hopeless.He pretended to be calm and said, "You still think you're right, don't you?"

Li Furen's eyes turned cold.

Feng Xuanyu taught him earnestly: "Is it true that no one has taught you that although disciples in the sect are not allowed to fight privately, but—"

He was emphatic and elongated his tone: "——but people are bullying you to the top, even if your cultivation level is not good, how much, anyway, you will fight back!"

Li Furen lowered his head, looking at Feng Xuan with a little astonishment.

Then I heard Feng Xuan continue: "What were you doing when you were standing there just now, did you hit them? Are they worthy?"

The four eyes met, and after counting breaths, Li Furen lowered his eyelids again, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.The black-gray evil energy on his right hand dissipated completely in an instant.

Feng Xuan was heartbroken and helpless: "Have you learned it?"

"Hmm." There was an indiscernible hoarseness in the clearness.

"Is it hurt? Let me see where it hurts?"

Li Furen didn't answer and asked instead: "As for the talisman, let him go like this?"

Feng Xuan lowered her head and circled around Li Furen to examine carefully back and forth, then casually replied: "I lied to them."

Li Furen laughed dumbfounded, with an almost crazy deep look in his eyes.

"Where is the injury?" Feng Xuan repeated impatiently.

"I can't die." Li Furen's throat rolled up and down, his voice was depressively hoarse, and suppressed to the point of insignificant... pleasure.

"I'm asking if you can find out a ghost." Feng Xuan curled her lips, gave Li Furen a dissatisfied look, directly entered the body with spiritual energy, and began to probe inside Li Furen.

Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.

Feng Xuan raised her head in shock.

With this body, new and old injuries continue, and the internal and external injuries are evenly matched. Li Furen really just said "I can't die".

"You don't take medicine or heal your injuries when you're injured, that's how you treat yourself??"