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

Feng Xuan's whole body was like a tight string, and after hearing Xiang Wenbai's answer, she suddenly relaxed.

Li Furen is indeed the incarnation of evil thoughts, Feng Xuan thought in shock.

This was his expected answer, but it was also the worst answer.

But Feng Xuan knew that no matter what the answer was, he had already made up his mind.

Rather than saying that he wanted to hear the truth from Xiang Wenbai, it might be better to say that Fengxuan wanted to strengthen her heart——

No matter what the answer is, who Li Furen is, Feng Xuan will save him.

Master and Li Furen, he will not give up on either.

……

Feng Xuan made up her mind, and quickly started to prepare.

It is recorded in ancient books that there is a kind of spiritual wood in the extreme south that can refine human torso. Feng Xuan found the news, and soon dragged Wen Bai to send people to look for it.

Feng Xuan never concealed his desire to regenerate his master, so naturally, Xiang Wenbai thought that this material was for his master, and he quickly agreed to send his disciples to search for it.

And Feng Xuan was studying a more important thing in the Emperor's Palace.

It is a life and death contract formation.

This formation is extremely complicated and extremely dangerous to the caster, so it is listed as a forbidden technique.

Being cursed will bind the life of the caster together, if one lives, the two will live, and if one dies, the other will also be backlashed by the contract, and life will flow quickly - this is the only best thing Fengxuan can think of Method.

Although he firmly believes that Li Furen is definitely not from the Three Realms of Cholera, there is no guarantee that the evil thoughts will not affect Li Furen when they mature. If there is such a day, Feng Xuan will try his best to get rid of Li Furen's evil thoughts, but if he can't get rid of...

Evil thoughts are too harmful to all living beings in the three realms. When it comes to the critical moment of life and death, Feng Xuan will drive this contract, and Li Furen will first step on the road to the underworld, and then wait for Li Furen to return under the Nine Springs.

This was Feng Xuan's best solution after deliberation.

Li Furen, he wants to save, but he will never let evil thoughts cause harm to all beings.

……

While searching for the spirit wood, Feng Xuan devoted himself to the study of the life-and-death contract.

This contract is single-item, since only the caster has an effect on the caster, and the casualties of the caster will not affect the caster at all.

After entering Fengxuan's evolution day and night, it gradually became a two-way formation.

On the day when the formation was successful, Feng Xuan let out a long sigh, as if a big rock fell to the ground temporarily in his heart, and he felt relaxed.

Xiang Wen Bo heard the news, and the first thing he said was: "Congratulations to God, congratulations to God."

Feng Xuan raised her head, with a rare relaxed smile on her face: "This is just the beginning."

Xiang Wenbochao glanced at the formation in Fengxuan's hand, saw some clues, and naturally saw Fengxuan's thoughts, he was shocked, and he sighed from his heart: "Shangshen really has deep affection."

You must know that there are very few people who can become immortals since ancient times. All the immortals in the immortal world have gone through untold hardships and suffered a lot.

There is no one who does not cherish his precious life, but Feng Xuan is willing to use this method to connect the two of them.

And Fengxuan not only searched for the five holy relics from thousands of miles away, but also tried his best to practice Wuzhi intermittent ointment for his master.Later, there was this formation, which shows the deep affection between the two.

It is impossible to ask Wen Bo himself.

There are not too few male cultivators who form partners with each other in the fairy world, so Xiang Wenbai naturally thinks that Feng Xuan's master and Feng Xuan also have this kind of relationship.

On the one hand, I can't help being shocked by Feng Xuan's sincerity, and on the other hand, I can't help but feel embarrassed by Li Furen.

He could see that Li Furen's friendship with Feng Xuan was also serious, for Feng Xuan, he even risked his life—oh, Xiang Wen Bai sighed in his heart.

It's a pity that Luo Hua intends to be ruthless.

It's a pity that Li Furen happened to meet someone who wanted to belong to him early on.

Feng Xuan was still immersed in the joy of the formation, so she didn't notice Xiang Wenbai's abnormality, and she didn't know that in Xiang Wenbai's heart, he had already been labeled an "infatuated scumbag".

There was news from the extreme south that the trace of the spirit tree had been found, but it would take a while, Feng Xuan was not in a hurry for this moment.

After dealing with the life-and-death contract, Feng Xuan began to study the method of refining spirit wood into a body.

He tried his best to get everything ready when the spirit wood was found, so that when the spirit wood was in hand, he could start immediately.

The spirit wood refining method is much more troublesome than the life-and-death contract. Feng Xuan once again lived a life of immersing himself in the library, except for the library, and only occasionally saw Feng Xuan in the refining room.

Except for occasionally paying attention to news related to Lingmu, Fengxuan seems to be isolated from the world.

A few days later, Feng Xuan walked from the Zangshu Pavilion to the refining room in the Emperor's Hall, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the Emperor's Hall.

Today seemed to have changed from the usual dullness, everyone became excited, and there was an unconcealable joy in their brows and eyes.

Feng Xuan recalled it carefully, the disciples of the Emperor's Hall were indeed much more active these days than before.

He thought, shaking his head amusedly, thinking, maybe something good happened.He didn't take it too seriously, and continued to walk towards the alchemy room.

And at the moment he left the corridor, a tall black shadow suddenly emerged from the corner at the other end of the corridor. Looking up along the shadow, it turned out to be a man in a platinum cloak.

The man has a gentle face, a straight nose, and a gentle upward curve at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes are dark and sharp, making people dare not look at him easily.

Gentleness and Lingling appear perfectly on one face without any conflict, which makes people marvel at the miracle of the Creator.

If Feng Xuan turned around at this time, he would definitely find that this person's face was very familiar.

However, at this time Feng Xuan was so absorbed in the refining room that she missed this quick glance.

Where he didn't notice, on the edge of the long corridor, the man's gaze closely followed him. A pair of piercing black pupils seemed to hide a dark pool of water, and he could only look at the boy's back At that time, Tanshui finally came alive.

It wasn't until the boy's figure completely disappeared from sight for a long time that the man looked away in a sense of loss, turned around and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

……

After these days of research, Fengxuan's understanding of Lingmu became more and more profound, and his confidence became stronger, everything was ready, only waiting for the Lingmu to be in place.

I just don't know if it's because he's too excited, or because of some other reason, Feng Xuan always feels restless, restless at times, as if trying to catch something.

This inexplicable feeling was especially evident on his way to the alchemy room this afternoon. There seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept calling him "stop, stop quickly".

But Feng Xuan knew that compared to his unfounded feelings, the refinement of spirit wood was naturally more important.

Therefore, no matter how hard the strange voice in his heart scratched, Feng Xuan still walked steadily towards the alchemy room.

It wasn't until I walked a long way that the unknown sense of expectation finally disappeared.

At first Feng Xuan thought it was just an accident, but as time went by, this feeling became more and more intense.

From the garden corridor, the emperor's hall, the alchemy room, to the place where Fengxuan lived, whenever Fengxuan passed by, there would always be an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, but he couldn't catch it, like a kitten. Constantly scratching Feng Xuan's heart.

Until the end of the day, when Feng Xuan fell asleep with Mu, Feng Xuan finally knew that this impulse came from this.

He had a dream that he hadn't seen for a long time. When he opened his eyes in the dream, it was the palace that Feng Xuan was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with - this is the place where he and his master have lived together for thousands of years!

Feng Xuan's heart jumped up quickly, he clearly knew it was a dream, but he couldn't help but wonder, since he dreamed back to the palace, would he also be able to see the master?

Feng Xuan almost jumped out of bed, she didn't even bother to put on her outer robe, so she stumbled towards the main hall, but after the initial impulse, the closer Feng Xuan got to the main hall, the more melancholy and fearful she felt.

He hesitated.

Feng Xuan knew the reason very well, it was because of Li Furen.

Wuzhi could bring the dead back to life intermittently, but he chose the latter between his master and Li Furen.

Thousands of years ago, in order to meet his master again in the fairy world, he desperately completed the Ascension of Gratitude;

Thousands of years later, for the same reason, he searched all over the world and gathered five holy objects.

After finally practicing Wuzhi Intermittent Ointment, this elixir was supposed to be prepared for his master, but he turned around and used it on someone else.

Feng Xuan's footsteps became more and more hesitant, and by the time he reached the gate of the main hall, he no longer had the courage to take a step forward, and took even one more step.

He was afraid to see the master, afraid that he would disappoint the master's care for him, and afraid to see the disappointed expression on that person's face.

However, he really hasn't seen Master for a long, long time.

Feng Xuan's face is sad, his brows and eyes are tightly wrinkled, even in his dream, his eyes are bruised and purple - this is the proof that he has forgotten to eat and sleep for many days.

Feng Xuan lingered in front of the palace gate, hesitating, suddenly, a gentle yet powerful male voice sounded from the palace.

The voice said: "Ah Xuan, why don't you come in at the gate of the hall?"

After a pause, there was a hint of a smile in that gentle voice: "Could it be that you're thinking of some bad ideas about being a teacher again?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Xuan's tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Feng Xuan finally couldn't bear it anymore, he strode into the hall, and when he looked up, he saw a man standing in the hall, looking at his direction with gentle and concerned eyes, with a smile in his eyes——and The master in Fengxuan's memory is exactly the same.

With hot eyes, Feng Xuan didn't stop walking, and threw herself into the man's arms!

The familiar touch and temperature, together with the incense that Feng Xuan has smelled for thousands of years, rushes towards her face, everything is real as if it is not a dream.

Feng Xuan's voice was hoarse: "Master..."

He carefully wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, thinking he hadn't been noticed, hugged him for a while, but still refused to let go.

Until a warm and laughing voice came from the top of my head: "I've hugged you for so long, but I haven't hugged enough, huh?"

His voice was full of the magnetism of a mature man, with a hint of helplessness: "It's been so long, why are you still acting like a child, and haven't grown up at all?"

Feng Xuan's eyes were sore again, and she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and threw down handfuls of golden beans as if they didn't want money.

The man panicked, and carefully wiped away the tears on the young man's face, heaved a long sigh, faintly distressed: "Why are you still crying?"