They always think I'm weak [Transmigration Book]

The lively yelling outside the alley continued, drowning out the sound of flipping through papers in the alley.

But in Feng Lanze's ears, the voice of flipping through the life and death spectrum was the harshest.

"Feng Lanze, born at Jiawu, Renxu month, Bingzi day, Guihai year, will die at Yiyou year, Renwu month, Gengwu day, Renwu time." Bai Wuchang held the Yinsi pen in his hand, and opened the life and death book, and the first page appeared The three big characters of Feng Lanze, and the small characters next to the name are marked with the date of birth and the date of death.

Feng Lanze leaned against the wooden door behind her, with a complicated expression on her face, she couldn't feel fluttering with the feather fan in her palm.At this time, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in. It wasn't that death was terrible, but that he couldn't think of why he died.

Gengwu day, which is NO.15, so there are still ten days left.

Does he only have ten days left to live?

Feeling complicated and helpless, he laughed out loud.

Hei Wuchang squatted next to Bai Wuchang, he tugged at Bai Wuchang's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Brother, he looks very happy, and he can still laugh. Let me just say he is unusual."

You can see him and Bai Wuchang ten days before his death.

But it's not like I haven't seen such a person before, and they will be discovered by them even before they die. The last time was Mo Nianhuan.

Bai Wuchang ignored what this idiot said, and the Yinsi pen disappeared in his hand as soon as he turned his hand. He smiled and looked at Feng Lanze: "Master Feng, if you have any doubts, you can ask Bai, and Bai will answer them for you. .”

"Why me?" Feng Lanze asked sideways.

Hei Wuchang felt that Feng Lanze was looking at him, and probably understood why he was looking at him, so he cleared his throat: "If Palace Master Feng can see me and Bai Wuchang at this time, it means that Palace Master Feng is not Not necessarily dead."

"How do you say it?" Feng Lanze sat upright, with an appearance of listening carefully.

"It depends on whether Palace Master Feng is willing to join hands with us. If Palace Master Feng is willing, maybe we can help you." Bai Wuchang said: "The Immortal Gate Conference is coming soon, and a piece of the black lotus that will destroy the world is causing panic. The fragment of the World-Mietering Black Lotus is in the Fenglin Chen family. Regardless of whether it is so, the sects of the Immortal Sect now believe that the Fenglin Chen family has selfish intentions, so they will definitely mess up their own positions."

"No, I, Feng, don't think so." Feng Lanze seemed to hear the clue, and he had other thoughts in his heart, only to see him unfold the feather fan, and fan it leisurely again: "The Black Lotus of Miserable World is not the generation of mortals like me. The treasure that can be touched, that is, the appearance of this treasure is very inappropriate. When did it not appear, why did it cause panic before the Immortal Gate Conference? "

Feng Lanze held the fan and looked away at Bai Wuchang with a half-smile.

Bai Wuchang turned to Shangfeng Lanze with a gentle smile: "Master Feng is indeed smart." There was a hint of appreciation in his tone.

"What's more, since the existence of the five factions of Xianmen, the five factions have been diligent and diligent, dedicated to the Tao, and developed independently. Everyone's way is the same and naturally seek each other. Some dissatisfaction will naturally be difficult to enter the lobby. The overall situation is the most important. And this world-destroying black lotus, phoenix I once heard my father mention that this is the lotus seated by the sun of the holy god of heaven. Later, it should be that the holy god did something and was demoted to the earth, so that the world would be destroyed at the same time and the black lotus would fall to the world. How can you get it?"

"No." Bai Wuchang said, "Do you know that Mozun Mo Xianfan?"

"Naturally, Mozun Mo Xianfan was the strongest existence a hundred years ago. Feng knew a little bit about it in the annals of history, but what does this have to do with Mozun?" Feng Lanze felt that Bai Wuchang seemed to be telling him The story, until now, has not said why he died.

"Then do you know about the revival of the Demon Lord?"

Feng Lanze felt incredible about this kind of resurrection from the dead. After all, he has not seen any movement in the demon world until now, but what Bai Wuchang said could be false: "The demon is really resurrected?"

"It's absolutely true!" Hei Wuchang said hastily: "I saw him that day, but Mo Xianfan didn't seem to have a few more days to live, as if his oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. So right now he is most in need of exterminating Hei Lian." It was Mo Xianfan, he was able to come back to life this time because he got the other three pieces of the Black Lotus, and he was short of the last piece."

Feng Lanze tapped his fan on his heart, thinking: "You mean Mozun Mo Xianfan released this news on purpose? Or is Mozun deliberately disrupting the immortal sect in order to avenge a hundred years ago?"

Bai Wuchang did not answer but nodded.

Feng Lanze continued: "The reason why Mo Xianfan chose the Fenglin Shen family was because the Fenglin Shen family slaughtered the Moxiu clan back then. The way he didn't come forward in person was to use the Mieshi Hei Lian, who has endless energy. Treasures, overthrowing the fairy gate and making them suspicious of each other, dog bite dog, is much more interesting than doing it yourself."

Bai Wuchang smiled like a spring breeze: "Palace Master Feng is really different from them, young and handsome, with a smart mind, it would be a pity if he died."

Feng Lanze laughed out loud: "So why did I die? Could it be because I was waded into this muddy water and died innocently?"

"Come on, give me your hand." Bai Wuchang stretched out his hand towards Feng Lanze.

Hei Wuchang immediately put his hand into Bai Wuchang's, with a nervous expression on his face: "Brother, why do you want to hold other men's hands, can't you hold my hand!"

Bai Wuchang was expressionless: "I'm working."

"I know you're working, but do you need a handshake?"

"The cause of bleeding."

Hei Wuchang suddenly realized that their life-and-death spectrum also has this function, that is, people who are about to die can predict how they will die in advance by dripping blood on the page of their life-and-death spectrum.Withdrawing his hand in embarrassment, he looked at Feng Lanze with a smile: "Please, Palace Master Feng, but don't hold it for too long."

Feng Lanze stretched out his hand.

Bai Wuchang flipped through his sleeves and the pen appeared in his hand.He held Feng Lanze's hand and swiped the brush across his palm, blood slowly overflowing, then he used the pen to stain Feng Lanze's blood, leaving a few dashes on the life-and-death score.

Feng Lanze nervously looked at the page where the date of his death was written.

Why did he die?

Could it be that there was really a chaotic battle in the Xianmen Conference. It may be that the various sects of the Xianmen are fighting each other, or it may be that the demon world is killing each other.

If that was the case, he would return to Fengyu Palace now, and he would never touch this muddy water no matter what.

After a while, a few lines of handwriting slowly appeared next to his name on the life and death book.

——In the Renwu month of the Yiyou year, at Renwu day on Gengwu day, in Fenglin Shen's family died to save his sweetheart.

Feng Lanze was stunned for a moment after reading it, and he looked at Bai Wuchang in disbelief: "Did you die to save your sweetheart?"

Hei Wuchang looked so shocked and asked curiously: "You don't think so? Is it because you don't have a sweetheart? I have a sweetheart." After speaking, he tugged on Bai Wuchang's sleeve and smiled brightly.

Bai Wuchang: "..." More success than failure.

"I have." Feng Lanze's eyes fell not far away, as if thinking about something: "But my sweetheart is already dead, how can I save him?"

Bai Wuchang's pen paused: "Is your sweetheart dead?"

Even Heiwuchang was surprised: "Huh? Impossible, what Dripping Blood Yinyin sees is the future. If your sweetheart dies, it is impossible for him to appear on the life and death spectrum."

Feng Lanze's eyes were stained with sadness: "My sweetheart passed away three years ago, and I haven't had a chance to marry him yet."

Bai Wu used Yinsi pen to draw two more strokes on the paper, but the cause of the blood dripping was still 'died because of saving his sweetheart', he frowned: "Master Feng, I would like to ask, what is the name of your sweetheart? "

"Mo Nianhuan."

Black and white impermanence: "..." The two looked at each other, unexpectedly agreeing.

Their ghosts are too miserable.

A single Shen Yuanyu is enough to cause headaches, so there are still suitors, and what's more, there is a hero who died to save Mo Nianhuan to save the beauty, so it seems that their chances of winning the ghost are too low.

"No, if that's what he said, then Nian Huan is not dead?!" Feng Lanze grabbed Bai Wuchang's hand in ecstasy: "You are majestic Bai Wuchang, you won't lie, right!"

Bai Wuchang: "..." It's better not to look for this person, they will really look for it.

He found a love rival of Guizun to be his partner.

Feng Lanze saw that Bai Wuchang did not refute, and the regret in his heart dissipated, and he was a little dazed, and he started to imagine the scene of meeting Mo Nianhuan.

In life, you can find a few confidants who are evenly matched and agree with you.

He fell in love with Mo Nianhuan at first sight in front of the Lingxiao Sect a few years ago, and the contest with Mo Nianhuan at the Fairy Gate Conference is still unforgettable to him. They both use fans as weapons, let alone Mo Nianhuan. He looked so beautiful and sassy when he was young, and he liked it very much.

Later, Mo Nianhuan was rumored to be a member of the Demonic Way, wanted by ten continents, and he didn't know what happened after that, and his father was seriously ill and had no time to take care of it.

Suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that Mo Nianhuan was imprisoned in Fenglin Shen?! Could it be that he was imprisoned because he is a member of the Devil's Way? news, and it is written on the life and death spectrum that I will die to save my sweetheart." Feng Lanze thought it was very possible, when Fenglin Shen sent so many people to look for Mo Nianhuan, even Mo Nianhuan All three of Nian Huan's juniors were dispatched.

But then why Mo Nianhuan disappeared again.

This life and death spectrum is truly terrifying.

If he really found out that Mo Nianhuan was imprisoned in Fenglin Shen's, then he would rescue Mo Nianhuan even if he died.

Hei Wuchang twitched his mouth in embarrassment, Feng Lanze might be dumbfounded if he knew the truth: "To be honest, we want to find you this time because we hope you can help us get into the Fairy Gate Conference, even as your subordinate. "

"Infiltrated the Immortal Gate Conference?"

Bai Wuchang nodded: "It's like this. Mozun Mo Xianfan is kind to our Lord Guizun. Hearing that the various sects of the Immortal Sect are going to join hands to suppress the demon world, Lord Guizun is very worried. If the black lotus that destroys the world is really In the Fenglin Shen family, Mo Xianfan will definitely go to get it, and the Immortal Gate Conference is coming soon, if Mo Xianfan really wants to take the Black Lotus, it is very likely that he will be besieged, so let us secretly protect Mo Xianfan."

"That's right." Hei Wuchang nodded: "As long as you can help us get into the Immortal Gate Conference, we can keep you from dying."

Bai Wuchang said again: "Now it depends on whether Palace Master Feng is willing to join hands with us, or whether Palace Master Feng thinks that the two ways of ghosts and demons are evil ways and are not worthy of joining hands with your decent sect. It doesn't matter if you disagree, we can find another one people."

After talking about black and white impermanence, the two stood up in a tacit understanding and made a gesture to leave.

"My lords, please stay!" Feng Lanze stood up suddenly, looking at the backs of the black and white Wuchang, his eyes were firm: "I, Feng, don't want to live for a long time, I just want to let me see Mo Nianhuan again, even if I die , and I don't hesitate."

Bai Wuchang smiled slightly, and turned around gracefully: "Master Feng, it's a happy cooperation."

"Then the two adults will be my personal subordinates from today on."

Hei Wuchang and Feng Lanze agreed, and proudly raised his eyebrows at Bai Wuchang, as if to say 'I chose the right person'.

Bai Wuchang shook his head helplessly.

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"Cough cough cough..."

The continuous cough sounded again, and everyone felt that it was a cough that broke the heart.

"what--"

The moment the cough stopped, there was a sound of pain that almost collapsed, accompanied by crying, which was an unbearable sob afterward.

In the next moment, the white bed curtain was stained with mottled marks by a mouthful of blood.

Extremely dazzling.

Mo Nianhuan clutched the quilt tightly, trembling with pain, his eye sockets were soaked and bloodshot, he felt as if his heart was being cut into pieces by a hot knife, torturing his will little by little.

Yanli's face lost all color, the corners of her lips were stained with blood, and even her white hair was stained a little.The fishy sweetness in the throat surged up again, accompanied by the torture like a burning sword in the heart, he couldn't hold back another mouthful of blood.

Finally, exhausted, she fell back into Shen Yuanyu's arms.

It was this kind of pain that tormented him for three years, and nothing could relieve his pain. Every time he was exhausted by the pain and almost breathless, he was forgiven a little and no longer tormented.

The more so, the stronger the anger in my heart.

He bit his lip and tasted blood again.

Shen Yuanyu noticed that Mo Nianhuan bit her brows and frowned again. He also wanted to use the body-holding technique on Mo Nianhuan, but it didn't work for Mo Nianhuan who was in pain. Nothing could enter this extremely fragile body now. Go, nothing can be done.

Put your hand on Mo Nianhuan's lips: "If it hurts, bite me, don't bite yourself."

Mo Nianhuan heard the change in Shen Yuanyu's voice, and knew that he must have been frightened by himself. He tremblingly stretched out his hand to hold Shen Yuanyu's hand, not willing to bite, just holding it tightly, looking for the only thing left for him. Warm comfort.

Then she closed her eyes and leaned against Shen Yuanyu's chest.

"Shen Yuanyu, I hate you so much."

The voice was weak and light but full of hatred.

Shen Yuanyu naturally knew who Mo Nianhuan hated, so why not: "Don't talk, I'm right next to you, don't be afraid."

"If I had promised you back then and hadn't chosen to believe in the Heavenly Emperor, we would not be the way we are now, it's all up to me." Mo Nianhuan started short of breath again as he spoke, and taking a deep breath touched the wound in his heart again, so he coughed up.

This cough is a long time again.

Shen Yuanyu continued to work hard for Mo Nianhuan, and cold sweat began to form on his forehead.

Mo Nianhuan touched Shen Yuanyu's hand to stop Shen Yuanyu from continuing to work for him: "Don't waste your energy, you will get hurt."

Shen Yuanyu didn't answer him.

Silence is like a stubborn guardian, even if it is futile, it must be done.

"...It's okay, I don't feel any pain anymore." Mo Nianhuan seemed to feel a little better, and stretched out his hand to hold Shen Yuanyu's hand, thinking that he had endured it for three years, no matter how painful it was before, he could get over it no matter how painful it was, only Shen Yuanyu was by his side, He seemed a little overwhelmed.

Shen Yuanyu carefully embraced the tired Mo Nianhuan into his arms.

"I'll hold you and it won't hurt soon. I'll ask Baili Shutu to buy your favorite red bean cakes. You can eat them when you wake up." Shen Yuanyu covered Mo Nianhuan's eyes with her hands and whispered Coaxing: "Sleep for a while."

Mo Nianhuan closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually drifting away: "...OK."

The bed was already in a mess, people who didn't know thought something happened, the mattress was mottled with blood, and there were a few dark places, which made people daydream.

Shen Yuanyu leaned against the bed, tightly hugged Mo Nianhuan who was exhausted from torture, and managed to relieve the scorching torture of the Sun Scorching Sword after several rounds of exercise, healing, and breath adjustment. Tie it up with a hair tie so you don't hurt yourself.

After several struggles, the wrist where the headband was wrapped around turned red, which was especially obvious on the jade-like skin.

Shen Yuanyu looked down at Mo Nianhuan, whose white hair was messy in his arms and covered in sweat. His thin underwear was completely soaked, and the place where the gauze was wrapped was also slightly oozing blood.He didn't dare to touch it now, for fear that Mo Nianhuan would be in too much pain.

But Mo Nianhuan was in so much pain that he couldn't do anything.

Even Taiyin Youying can't do it.

He would rather die three years ago than see Mo Nianhuan tortured like this.

Feeling distressed, he stroked his wrist and rubbed it for Mo Nianhuan. He felt for his pulse, and his brows tightened. The pulse was weaker than the previous few days, and his breath was extremely messy.

It is very difficult to inject spiritual energy to relieve the blocked meridians, even if the spiritual energy is exhausted, it is still difficult for Mo Nianhuan to calm the pain after the backlash of the sun-burning sword in his body.

He never imagined that Mo Nianhuan's backlash would cause Mo Nianhuan to cough and vomit blood continuously, and there would be a burning sensation in his heart. He recalled that Mo Nianhuan woke up in pain in the middle of his sleep, clutching his heart and coughing and vomiting blood continuously.

He was already sobbing in pain, but no matter how hard he practiced, he couldn't relieve Mo Nianhuan's pain. That kind of helplessness, feeling that he was a waste, also made him hate the Emperor of Heaven even more intensely.

Shen Yuanyu felt that Mo Nianhuan's breathing gradually calmed down, and he should have fallen asleep.

In an instant, all the tenderness towards only one person disappeared from his face, and the brows were stained with coldness and awe, and the scarlet murderous intent flashed across the deep well-like eyes.

"Are the four great beasts here?"

The voice is very soft, but cold as ice.

After the words fell, four shadows appeared in front of Shen Yuanyu, which were the blue dragon, the white tiger, and the vermilion bird Xuanwu.

Qinglong has returned to the human form of an adult. Seeing that he was summoned unexpectedly, he thought it was him who was summoned by the sun, but when he took a closer look, he found that it was Shen Yuanyu who summoned them.

"I have seen the Holy Spirit."

Shen Yuanyu was afraid that it would make Mo Nianhuan get up and walk to the side, and waved his sleeves to form a barrier in front of the bed: "I called you out this time because Zhuo Zhao has lost all his internal energy, and there are not many days left so I can't call you .”

When Qinglong heard this, he showed a shocked expression. He walked forward to the bed to see how the master was doing, but he was surrounded by the barrier, and he could only see the strand of white hair.

gray hair? !

"Master, what happened to him?!" Qinglong was very anxious. He said that it was no wonder that the four of them couldn't get out. He thought that something happened to the master, which made them rush back to the heaven to ask the priest for help.

Shen Yuanyu drooped her eyes: "Three years ago, Mo Xianfan appeared when Zhuozhao's primordial spirit merged, and his hatred for me was still the same as the time I stabbed him in the battle between immortals and demons a hundred years ago. Kill me. So I asked him to kill me, and he stabbed me twice with the sun burning sword. Just when I thought I was going to die, I found that Fenglin Shen woke up, and later I realized that it was the burning light that saved me. I."

"Why, how did you save it?" Qinglong didn't dare to listen.

"I exhausted my internal energy, turned my head white all night, and lost my eyesight. I don't have many days left." Shen Yuanyu said these words with every single word: "Now I call you out because I have something to do for you."

"My lord, please tell me." Suzaku, who was wearing a vermilion wide-sleeved brocade robe beside him, cupped his hands and said, "I will definitely do my best."

"Is the Heavenly Emperor in the Emperor Palace?"

The four great beasts were a little confused by Shen Yuanyu's question. Naturally, the Heavenly Emperor is in the Emperor's Hall, otherwise where else could he go.

"It doesn't seem to be there." Qinglong remembered something: "When the holy gods and primordial spirits are fused, we can return to the heavens freely, but you have discovered that there is no one to stop us when we return to the heavens, and there are many priests missing. It's like it's empty."

Suzaku and White Tiger Xuanwu didn't speak, they looked at each other as if it was true.

Shen Yuanyu walked to the window, looking at the bustling streets and pedestrians downstairs, with an unpredictable expression, put his hand on the window sill, thoughtful: "If I guess correctly, the Emperor of Heaven has long since left the heaven and descended to the mortal realm. "

"What?!" The four great beasts were a little shocked.

How can the emperor of heaven descend to the earth casually, not to mention that the heavens are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the world, so what is the emperor of heaven descending to earth for?

"Back then, the Emperor of Heaven was dissatisfied with my close relationship with Zhuo Zhao, but it is clear that there were Cowherd and Weaver Girl before, and there were descendants of Chang'e later." Shen Yuanyu's eyes darkened, as if guessing what was possible: "Why do you think the Emperor of Heaven doesn't allow me to befriend Zhuo Zhao? "

The four great beasts wondered how they would dare to guess randomly, and lowered their heads one after another.

It was expected that Shen Yuanyu didn't hear the answer, but he wasn't sure, it's just that the Heavenly Emperor took great pains to separate him from Sun Zhuozhao. Apart from being afraid of the strength of the two of them, he felt that this was more likely.

"The Emperor of Heaven is in the Fenglin Shen Sect." Shen Yuanyu looked sideways at the four of them: "His name is Wen Mo, the head disciple of the Fenglin Shen Sect."

Qinglong stared wide-eyed, what kind of god is this unfolding: "What is the Emperor of Heaven... wanting to do?"

Shen Yuanyu stroked the window sill: "I called you out because I wanted to kill Wen Mo, so go now."

Four Great Beasts: "..."

Today, it is really hard to be a worker.