Quick Wear: Is the Lord God showing double standards again today?

Outside the library, Nan Feng smoothed Ruan Junhuai's slightly messy hair, and seeing his dazed look, he laughed and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ruan Junhuai's eyes lit up and he said, "It's very interesting."

Before becoming the Demon Lord, I could also travel a thousand miles in one step, but the feeling of walking by myself and being led by others is very different. I can't hide the joy in my heart.

Before, he worked hard to cultivate magic skills and never saw the scenery along the way. He only thought about revenge. No matter how cruel the means were, he would do anything to achieve his goal.

Having forgotten his original intention, he gradually fell into depravity and could not see other scenery at all, only the devastation and sadness.

He experienced a happiness he had never experienced before in his new life. Just shrinking the earth by a thousand miles could make him excited for a long time. This feeling was very wonderful.

And this kind of wonder is brought to him by the person next to him

"It's interesting. I'll take you to play next time. Let's go to the library first." Nanfeng rubbed the little apprentice's head and walked in front.

The disciple guarding the library saw that it was Nanfeng and immediately stepped forward to salute, "Immortal Fuyao!"

"Okay, open the door." Nan Feng's expression was not as gentle as it was with Ruan Junhuai just now.

"Yes!" Two disciples took out the jade token and placed it into the groove on the door. The door of the library flashed and slowly opened. "Immortal Lord Fuyao, please!"

Nanfeng nodded and held out his hand to the apprentice behind him. He didn't hold it tightly until he took his hand.

Ruan Junhuai seemed to be used to Nanfeng's usual way of treating children by holding their hand wherever they went, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he looked at the library with even greater joy.

The two disciples guarding the gate widened their eyes and wiped them, thinking they had seen it wrong.

Their ethereal and graceful Fuyao Immortal Venerable actually walked intimately into the library holding the hand of a young boy?!

It's no wonder they didn't know Ruan Junhuai's identity. After all, during the competition, the gatekeepers of the library were not allowed to leave their posts without permission. Even if some words came out later, they only heard them but didn't see them.

Even after the library door closed, the two disciples stared at each other, their eyes filled with fear, as if they had discovered a huge secret and their lives were in danger!

Nanfeng saw that the two disciples were thinking in the wrong direction, but he did not think too much about explaining anything. He was not innocent of Ruan Junhuai, so why bother to explain himself?

"Master, can I have a look around?" Ruan Junhuai looked up at the books embedded in the wall, feeling a little dazzled. He had never seen so many books in one room in his past life or this life.

He had seen the writings covering the walls of the Demon Lord's cave, but compared to this, it was nothing. How long would he have to look before he could find what he wanted to know?!

Nan Feng thought Ruan Junhuai was quite interesting, so he didn't plan to say anything. Instead, he sat down at the desk beside him like he was watching a play. With a smile on his face, he watched his apprentice walk to the bookshelf with a sad face and read the books one by one as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

It is not bad for Ruan Junhuai to know more. The Qingyu Immortal Sect's library lists rare ancient books from all over the world, including many martial arts books.

Nan Feng waved his hand and moved aside some books that were not suitable for Ruan Junhuai to read, and let Ruan Junhuai read the rest carefully.

The library has no time limit, so Nanfeng no longer needs to eat. However, he cannot let his pampered apprentice go hungry, so when the time comes, there will be cranes outside the door to deliver food, and the gatekeepers outside the door will bring it in.

Two people were in the library, one studying seriously, the other leisurely drinking tea and watching people. Although it was very quiet, the atmosphere was unusually harmonious, as if they were meant to be like this.

A month passed by, and Nanfeng would go out only when necessary. The rest of the time he would stay here with his apprentice.

Ruan Junhuai would ask Nanfeng if he encountered something he didn't understand. During this period, he also broke through the foundation building stage and reached the initial stage of foundation building, officially becoming a cultivator.

Ruan Junhuai's feet were piled with a lot of classics he had read, but they were all sorted by category. At this moment, he was studying a book on martial arts. This kind of book was a bit complicated and he was a little confused.

Thinking of Nan Feng who was sitting beside him, he turned around and said, "Master... Reverend..."

The sound gradually became smaller, because Nanfeng had one hand on his temple and closed his eyes. It was unclear whether he was sleeping or practicing.

For those with higher cultivation, any posture will not be a problem as long as they can enter into a state of meditation. Some even enter into a state of meditation while lying on the bed, and can stay in this state for decades to break through the bottleneck.

Ruan Junhuai gently put down the book in his hand, knelt on the ground, slowly approached Nanfeng, and then lay on the table in front of him to carefully observe the man's sleeping face.

His frosty white hair was scattered wantonly, with a few strands of hair hanging down on his smooth forehead, just like the purest first snow in winter.

His eyelashes cast a dark shadow like a crow's feather under his eyes. They were long and dense, and each one seemed to be carefully measured, distinct and trembling with his breathing.

The pair of beautiful light blue eyes were now covered, making him look less distant and cold, and making him look much gentler.

But every time the master looked at him, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be smiling, and he felt less close to other people. I don’t know why Ruan Junhuai’s heart was pounding when he thought of this.

He pressed his chest and wanted him to stop so as not to disturb his master's rest. If he woke him up, how would he explain his abnormality? Even he himself didn't know why.

Then his gaze shifted to Nan Feng's lips...

Master's lips look very soft and beautiful. He can always smell the fragrance of peach blossoms on Master's body. I just wonder if kissing him will bring out the sweet taste of peach blossom cake.

As he thought about it, Ruan Junhuai uncontrollably lifted his upper body and leaned in front of Nanfeng's face, lowering his eyes to gaze at the warmth and softness that he coveted, his breathing instantly became hot and slow.

He was just a hair's breadth away from getting what he wanted.

"Bang!" The door of the library was flung open, followed by an unnatural voice, "Junior Brother! Junior Brother!"

Ruan Junhuai turned around instantly, looking at the handsome face in front of him, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

No...that's not right...what on earth is he doing? !

This was his master! Once a teacher, always a father. How could he do such a treasonous thing?!

Ruan Junhuai stood up instantly and fell to the ground carelessly. He didn't feel any pain from the scratch on his hand. He only knew that he had almost made a big mistake.

He has failed to live up to Master's teachings and cultivation...

In his panic, he only heard a soft sigh, and then his wrist was wrapped in an extremely warm palm.

Nan Feng looked at the frightened little apprentice with some helplessness. It seemed that it would take time to change Ruan Junhuai's inherent thinking. Let's stop here for today's test.

You're probably going to scare the kid away if you act too hastily.

"Why are you so careless? Don't you feel the pain from the scratch?" Nan Feng checked the wound on Ruan Junhuai's palm. Fortunately, it was just a little scratch.

Nan Feng placed his hand over it, and after a moment he raised his hand, the wound on Ruan Junhuai's palm disappeared, without even a trace of it.

Ruan Junhuai calmed down his panic, knelt down, lowered his head so that no one could see his facial expression, and said slowly, "Thank you, Master..."

"Master, there's no need to thank me. Did you encounter something you don't understand?" Nanfeng took the initiative to bring up another topic to ease the dull atmosphere.

"Well, this technique is a bit complicated, I don't understand it." Ruan Junhuai said in a low voice, pointing to the book that had not been closed just now.

Nan Feng took a look and thought it was about the mind method. He was about to explain how to understand it.

The person next to them, who was ignored by the master and disciple, coughed twice, "Cough cough cough!"

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