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

Although there was a little accident on the road, fortunately, things are in hand.

Feng Xuan carefully put away the holy medicine close to her body, and walked back after finding the way.

Sacred objects were born one after another, and even the Ten Thousand Bone Demon's Nest came to get involved. This time it was his luck, but it would only become more and more difficult to find other sacred objects.

Thinking of this, the mood that had finally gotten up a little bit suddenly became heavy again.

When Feng Xuan came back to his senses, he was surrounded by sycamore trees—this was clearly not the way he came, and he didn't know where he had gone.

Strange to say, since his ascension, the tree he has seen the most in the fairy world is the tall and straight sycamore tree.

Although sycamore trees are good, they are far from peach trees, plum trees, etc. when they are in bloom.

However, Feng Xuan's wishes were fulfilled, he was born to be close to these trees, and just by simply getting close to them, he felt a little joy from the bottom of his heart, just like this time.

Fengxuan held the small half of the sycamore branch that he picked up just now, shaking his fingertips, swaying in the forest with ease, suddenly, not far away, he saw a tall and straight tree under the overlapping sycamore tree. Beside the thick sycamore tree trunk, there seems to be a figure in white sitting leaning against it.

This figure is in a trance, only a small half of the shoulder is exposed, making it difficult to see clearly.

Feng Xuan was curious, and took a few more steps forward, as expected, there was indeed a slightly hunched back figure sitting, revealing a plain clothes that had been washed to whitish white, and seemed to be holding something in her hand, like a book.

Feng Xuan couldn't help sighing, this person is really a leisurely person, to read books secretly in such a wonderful place, and he can be regarded as half a like-minded person.

Feng Xuan didn't want to disturb other people's tranquility, so she raised her foot and changed direction. After walking a few steps, she suddenly heard a low chant coming from not far away.

His eyelashes trembled, and his steps stopped abruptly.

If he hadn't heard it, it was... "The Curse of Rebirth".

Feng Xuan raised her head again, looking from this angle.

What is it about stealing life and leisure, what this person holds in his hand is clearly the "Curse of Rebirth".

Moving his gaze upwards, he saw a haggard back, white clothes and white hair, and a white gauze belt covering most of his face, this man was actually blind!

Feng Xuan couldn't walk any longer.

Others who don't know the "Curse of Rebirth" may not know that this "Curse of Rebirth" is a little different from some other scriptures for saving the dead.

This sutra is specially used to save people who died in such a brutal way that they even lost their souls.

The reason why Feng Xuan was able to know was because he had also read for Master after he learned the news of Master's death.

A blind man recited the "Curse of Rebirth" to another soul-stirring man.

No matter how you look at it, it always feels a little miserable.

Seeing that this person is fainting, as if he is about to collapse in the next second, I don't know how long he has been reading.

It turns out that just like him, he is also a person with a hard life.

Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment, then changed direction again, and walked straight towards the strange man.

"Batt, click, click." Light and slow footsteps gradually approached.

Feng Xuan didn't intend to hide her figure, and walked to the man's side generously.

After walking in, I realized that what the man was clutching in his hand was indeed "The Curse of Rebirth".

The blind man was holding a faded scripture book in one hand and a string of Buddhist beads in his arms with the other, as if he was carrying something else.

The blind man was thin and thin, his face was even paler, his lips had no color at all, his whole body was filled with a gloomy aura that Feng Xuan was all too familiar with.

"Alas." Feng Xuan sighed softly, and was about to speak to comfort her.

Suddenly, the blind man trembled all over, and the hand holding the scriptures tightened abruptly. He suddenly raised his head, and the eyes of the two met through the white gauze.

In the next second, the scriptures and prayer beads fell to the ground at the same time.

Feng Xuan didn't understand why, only when the blind man was disturbed by himself, he glanced past the blind man with indifferent compassion, and then said: "You—"

His gaze sank, and his voice suddenly stopped.

Following the blind man's movement just now, an object tumbled down from the man's arms, and was openly exposed on the blind man's white gown.

It is a small porcelain vase with a long neck, white glaze and cracks.

Feng Xuan blinked very slowly and blankly.

How could this thing look so familiar?

For a moment, the dusty memory seemed to have found the key to open the box, scene after scene, rushing out.

Oh, he remembered, isn't this the porcelain vase he picked up at random before he died?

If there is no accident, it should be "self" in it.

Then this person in front of me...?

Feng Xuan's eyes were clear, the spiritual fire in the alchemy furnace thousands of years ago had already taken away all his emotions.

Whether it's a person or a thing that was a thousand years ago, he has no intention of nostalgia. He is just curious, who else would simply hold a porcelain vase to remember him. After a thousand years, he still does not forget to recite the "Mantra of Rebirth" for him.

That's it.

Feng Xuan lowered her eyes, her eyes were cold without any emotion.

Forget it, can't see it.

Feng Xuan's remaining curiosity also dissipated, he turned and left.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind behind him, and a cold, trembling hand suddenly clasped the wrist hanging by his side.

A hoarse voice filled with infinite excitement and anticipation sounded unbelievably:

"...Ah Xuan...is that you?"

Feng Xuan's heart was peaceful and calm, he easily broke free from the hands of the people behind him, and said lightly: "You recognize the wrong person."

Let's go again.

Now that the holy relics are not in order, Feng Xuan really has no intention to reminisce with the "old friend".

He neither wants to know who the person behind him is, nor does he want to know his fantastic experience of ascension in the millennium.

From the moment he jumped off the alchemy furnace, he told himself that his relationship with this matter was over.

But this time, he was directly blocked by someone.

The strange man stood in front of him at some point, holding him tightly with his arm, while the other hand was unbelievably raised and lowered tremblingly, wanting to touch, but also deeply afraid that it would disturb what was in front of him. people.

His trembling hand hesitated for a while, and finally stopped under Feng Xuan's indifferent eyes.

His tone was full of extreme excitement and joy, as well as deep-buried fear: "Ah Xuan, it's really you..."

"It's not a dream, it's not a dream..."

But was avoided by Feng Xuan indifferently.

Sensing Feng Xuan's conflicting emotions, the weird man paused, as if he had been scalded, he quickly withdrew his palm.The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, his entire body was visibly nervous, his feet swayed, as if he wanted to get closer, but he was afraid of offending Feng Xuan.

After a pause, he gritted his teeth, closed his fingers slightly, and took off the white gauze, revealing a pair of terrified blood pupils, his tone was weak, as if his voice would disappear in a second: "Ah Xuan, it's me, Li Furen."

In fact, Li Furen didn't say anything, Feng Xuan also guessed it.

How difficult is the ascension, Feng Xuan, as a successful ascension, naturally knows it all too well.

Looking around, in terms of talent, probably only Li Furen in the entire mortal world can ascend successfully.

Feng Xuan remembered, he had heard other immortals say: In the millennium, two gods ascended.One of them is him, and the other one must be Li Furen in front of him.

He didn't expect that Li Furen, a mortal, would actually succeed in ascension.

It's just...Feng Xuan couldn't help thinking, there were only two people who ascended, so what about...Bai Lerong?

Li Furen treated Bai Lerong so well, how could he leave Bai Lerong alone and soar up alone?

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Feng Xuan was not the one to break the casserole and ask the end, he stepped away from Li Furen, and said calmly, "So it's an old friend, it's been a long time."

After speaking, I have no intention of nostalgia, and want to leave for the third time.

This time he finally succeeded, he was walking in front and Li Furen was chasing behind.

Feng Xuan never thought that Li Furen still has such an appearance like a dog's skin plaster, which is really annoying.

Li Furen chased after Feng Xuan, looking a little at a loss, as if looking for something to say, cautiously said: "Ah Xuan, did you find the blood bodhisattva?"

For the first time, Feng Xuan glanced at Li Furen from the corner of her eye, warning: "It's me."

Li Furen immediately tensed up, looked around Feng Xuan nervously: "But what's wrong with your body? Ah Xuan needs something, just tell me."

"No need."

Li Furen immediately asked again: "Then why are you looking for the holy object?" Seeing Fengxuan's unwavering expression, he immediately changed his words, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, as long as you need it, I will leave and send someone to look for it, You Tan Xianhua, Tiantai Wuyao, Muliusu, Xiayue Mahuang, look, which one do you need?"

Feng Xuan only felt that he was surrounded by countless chattering ducks, which was extremely annoying.

"I said no."

He speeded up and stepped out of the sycamore forest, but there was another burst of resistance from the hem of his clothes.

You don't need to look to know that it must have been grabbed by Li Furen again.

Feng Xuan sighed deeply in his heart, for the first time since his ascension, he felt powerless and helpless from the bottom up.

Hearing the familiar voice behind him, he tentatively and cautiously said, "Ah Xuan, are you still blaming me?"

Without waiting for Fengxuan to answer, Li Furen replied in self-repentance:

"It was my fault in the past. I had no eyes. I didn't know good from bad. I was useless and useless. That's why you suffered so much for nothing..." He kept tightening his hand holding Fengxuan's clothes, knuckles Pale.

"I know I was wrong, Ah Xuan, I...can you give me another chance to make up for it..." Li Furen's eyes were full of anticipation, and the joy of finding the lost treasure.

He repeated carefully and carefully: "Can you give me another chance?"

Let me make up for you and take care of you.

Give me a chance to prove myself, even if I show you my heart.

As long as you give me another chance.

No matter in previous life or in this life, Li Furen has never used such a humble tone to beg anyone.

But this time is different.

No one knew how happy he was when he saw Feng Xuan for the first time.

Like a dying person in the fairy world;

Darkness is to light;

The Fallen are for redemption.

And Feng Xuan is his everything, his whole world.

"Sorry." Feng Xuan's thin lips parted lightly, her voice was as soft as a gust of wind, but with undoubted firmness.

This sentence of apology was like the cold air of ten thousand years, which instantly cooled Li Furen's burning heart.

Feng Xuan lowered her eyes, and with her right palm as a blade, she swept lightly, and the corner of Li Furen's clothes was immediately cut off.

"I have already forgotten the past, and from now on, I will never mention it again."

When she said this, Feng Xuan didn't even look at Li Furen, her tone was so flat that she didn't even look like an irrelevant person talking about irrelevant gossip.After all, he didn't stay any longer and walked away with his sword.

[From now on, don't mention it again. 】

Li Furen's blood-red pupils showed struggle and pain, and he tightly grasped the last piece of clothing in his palm, as if grasping the last hope.

After a long time, as if he was relieved from a heavy burden, he slackened down decadently, and whispered softly to the distant place where there was no one there.

"Ah Xuan..."

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