little wolf cub

Chapter 132

This is the No. 11 year since Lin Yu died.

Yuanshan Zhenjun fell into the demon world, and the three realms were shaken, but the heavy mountain sect of the master's school was unusually quiet.

The Chongshan sect did not speak, and the other sects did not dare to speak too much.

Only Zhu Feng from Fengge sent someone to send a jug of good wine, he didn't say anything, Yan Bo also didn't reply, just poured all the wine on Lingshuangfeng.

Ling Shuangfeng became even colder.

The demon hall is also colder.

Song Zhen looked up at the trembling peach blossom sticking out of the wall outside the main hall, and suddenly realized that spring had already begun.

He turned his head to look at the closed gate of the main hall. Seeing that he had not moved, the attendants asked cautiously, "Deacon Song, are you not going in?"

Song Zhen hesitated for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it."

"People from the Chongshan sect..."

Song Zhen went out and said, "I'm waiting for you, I'll see you off in a while."

This is already unknown how many times Chongshan sent people here, but every time Fuxuan didn't show up to see them.

They came to pick up Lin Yu's body.

Song Zhen still remembers the scene of Fuxuan walking down Mingshan with Lin Yu in his arms 11 years ago.Fuxuan was covered in scars, and Lin Yu, who was covered in blood in his arms, had already passed away. He seemed to be scattered, like a wandering lonely soul, and he only slowly carried Lin Yu back to the demon palace.

There are only bloody footprints winding halfway up the mountain behind.

He locked himself in the main hall for half a month, regardless of his serious injuries, he used his spiritual power to support Lin Yu's body every day, and then worked tirelessly to dig out a black ice coffin for Lin Yu to preserve his body.

Half a month later, when Song Zhen forced his way into the main hall because he was worried about his safety, he saw Fu Xuan sitting quietly in front of the blood-stained Xuanbing coffin. Yeh, those hands were already bloody.

"My lord..." Song Zhen opened his mouth to speak, but he just saw Fu Xuan raised his eyes. Those eyes were red with caution, and Song Zhen subconsciously stopped talking.

"Don't disturb him."

"Let him sleep." Fuxuan's voice was extremely hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

He reached out to touch Lin Yu's face, but when he saw the dried blood on his hand, he immediately withdrew his hand.

"He'll wake up when he's had enough sleep."

He leaned against the cold coffin, as if talking to himself.

His Lin Yu was just asleep, and he would wake up when he had enough sleep.

That day when Song Zhen stayed in the main hall from noon to midnight, Fu Xuan didn't even raise his head to look at him, but when Song Zhen walked out of the main hall, Song Zhen looked back.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the majestic main hall looked cold and dead, like a bigger coffin, shutting Fu Xuanyi and Lin Yu together in it.

Outsiders can't get in, and people inside can't get out.

When Song Zhen passed by the peach blossom branch, he saw some clear dewdrops remaining on the peach blossom petals, making him even more pitiful and lovely.

"Deacon Song likes this peach blossom?" The attendant who followed saw that Song Zhen looked at the peach blossom twice, and couldn't help asking.

"I don't like it." Song Zhen shook his head: "I just wonder when this spring will come."

"This..." The attendant looked at the beginning of life in the courtyard and said, "Isn't spring already here?"

Song Zhen strode out, and a soft voice scattered behind him.

"It's still far."

……

In the main hall, Fuxuan finished processing the papers piled up on the case, without caring about resting, he got up and went to the inner room, opened the sealing spirit array, and entered the secret room.

Different from the slightly dark outer hall, the surroundings of the secret room are brightly illuminated by candlelight, illuminating every inch of the room, as if there cannot be a single bit of darkness in this secret room.But although the candle is bright, it gives people a kind of coldness that is forced to be warm.

There is an ice coffin in the center of the chamber.

Fu Xuan took off the cumbersome robe, and sat beside the coffin.

In the ice coffin, Lin Yu was still lying quietly, with his eyes closed and his brows calm, as if he was just sleeping.

Fu Xuan touched his face, it was extremely cold as before.

Streams of pure spiritual power penetrated into Lin Yu's eyebrows through Fu Xuan's fingertips.

For the past 11 years, Fuxuan has preserved Lin Yu's body in this way. Even if he consumes a huge amount of spiritual power every day, he still hasn't fallen a day.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could only slow down the dissipating speed of this body.

After the soul is gone, the body is empty, so naturally it can't stay for long.

Fuxuan forced him to stay for 11 years.

Ke Linyu's body collapsed more and more day by day.

One day, he will lose Lin Yu.

Thinking of this, the heart demon pattern on the right corner of Fuxuan's forehead instantly turned bright red, and the heart demon pattern spread to the corner of his eyes, against his pair of dead eyes, faintly showing a kind of madness that was about to get out of control.

His heart demon pattern can no longer be hidden.

In the past 11 years, he has explored countless methods of resurrection, and even the method of exchanging lives, but none of them worked.

Panic accompanies him day and night, almost driving him crazy.

Fu Xuan lowered his head lightly, and his forehead touched Lin Yu's.

"Master..." he said softly.

"Today I practiced hard, and I also reviewed papers hard."

"The rabbit was very annoying during this time, I threw it to Song Zhenyang."

"There is a pear flower blooming in the courtyard. It looks very white and clean. Shall I ask someone to fold a few and put them in the house for you to see?"

"The Chongshan faction has come again, and they want to take you back."

"I do not want……"

"I can't let them take you, I can't let anyone take you."

"You haven't returned to the Chongshan School for a long time. Forgive me for being selfish. I can't let you go back to the Chongshan School. When you wake up, I will take you back to the Chongshan School, okay? Apologize."

"There is a new cook in the Demon Palace. It is said that he is the best at making dim sum, and there are many varieties. If you don't like sweets, I can ask him to make something lighter. I will bring it back for you to try."

"It's been 11 years, what can I do to get you back? Master, tell me."

For so many years, he seemed to be standing by the abyss all the time, with only a silky thread gently pulling him behind him. That thread was called "Lin Yu", and it was his only reason and his only thought. .

In a person's life, there must always be a thought.Be it good thoughts or bad thoughts.

"Master, it's been so many years." He stroked his cold brows and eyes: "You never came back to see me, and you never wanted to fall into a dream."

"Come once in my dream, just once, let me take a good look at you, even just let me take a look at you."

"Are you still mad at me?"

"I was stupid and mistook Master's painstaking efforts for ruthlessness. I know Master wants me to live a good life. But without you, how would you let me live?"

Fu Xuan lowered his head, his drooping forehead hair covered half of his face.

"The disciple knew he was wrong."

A tear fell into the ice coffin.

"Teacher really knows his mistake."

"Just enter my dream once."

But the people inside the coffin still had their eyebrows closed and couldn't speak. The secret room was silent, even with the candlelight, there was a suffocating silence.

Fu Xuan leaned on the coffin, also closed his eyes, he guarded the person in his coffin, the sky outside could not penetrate into this room.

He fell asleep with him, and when he opened his eyes again, there was still a dead silence in his eyes.

His dream was still the same as before, only the vast and dark colors.

"You are still so cruel."

Fuxuan looked at Lin Yu, and smiled resignedly.

He lowered his head and pressed a kiss on Lin Yu's forehead.

"I don't know how long I've been asleep. If it's been a long time, Song Zhen is probably already waiting outside."

"I'll see you again tomorrow."

"..."

This sleep lasted for a long time, Fu Xuan left the secret room only to find that it was already dark.

Song Zhen, who had been waiting outside the hall and jumping his feet, finally saw the door of the hall slowly opening.

"My lord." Seeing Fuxuan coming out, Song Zhen immediately put away the urgency on his face, saluted and said in a steady voice.

"This is the remaining documents for today." Song Zhen handed the thick stack of folders to Fuxuan with both hands.

Fu Xuan only glanced lightly.

"When did the people from the Chongshan sect leave?"

"Leaving just after noon."

Fu Xuan didn't ask any more questions, he reached out to take the stack of documents, turned around and was about to enter the hall.

"My lord." Seeing this, Song Zhen hurriedly shouted.

Fuxuan turned around, with the coldness in his eyes that hadn't melted for several years.

"You haven't shown up for ten years. There have been some rumors outside recently...Of course I have dealt with it, but the elders of the clan often ask about your situation, can you go out..."

"I'm not dead yet, and I'm not crazy yet, so they don't have to worry about it, and they don't have to worry about anything."

The heavy palace door was closed again in front of Song Zhen. Song Zhen stood in the night, surrounded by a hazy layer of evening fog. He stood for a long time, and turned his head to look at the peach blossom in the corner as if thinking.

In the chilly night mist, the peach blossom had already withered.