Immortals come on the moon

"Knowing my name requires a heavy price. You can't afford it now, and you don't have the qualifications."

The words fell, and the young man on the ground moved slowly and with difficulty.He held a long sword in his hand, and all the spiritual power in his body was concentrated on the sword, and a burst of spiritual power suddenly burst out from the dusty sword.

His eyes were closed tightly, the blood on the corners of his lips spread, and there was no trace of blood on his face. Although the spiritual power was mild, it was surging through the entire formation with awe-inspiring aura.

Something unexpected appeared in Shi Jun's eyes, he was injured by this spiritual power, the scepter in his hand shattered from the middle, and one hand was also useless.

The hand fell to the ground and turned into a very short wooden branch, which looked like the arm of a wooden figurine.

Song Minhuan had exhausted all his strength to use that sword light. His muscles and veins were in pain, his fingers lost strength, the long sword fell to the ground, and he fell down.

Before his consciousness disappeared, he vaguely felt the familiar spiritual power surrounding him, warm and soft, Shen Yingxue's face appeared in his mind, and his consciousness gradually became drowsy.

Shijun's figure was shattered in the air, he looked at Shen Yingxue in the distance across the air, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and it turned into flying ash and scattered in the air.

A wooden figurine with a broken arm fell on the ground, facing the fallen boy with a strange smile on his face.

The formation dissipated, and the surroundings returned to their original appearance. Shen Yingxue picked up the young boy on the ground, eyes drooping, and the wooden figurine on the ground shattered into powder.

……

In the underground ghost town.

The vermilion eaves are pecking high, the cold moon hangs high in the sky, hundreds of ghosts are rampant in the streets, and a figure stands on the highest ten-story square pavilion.

The young man was wearing a sun-eye-patterned robe, with the robe covering most of his face. He was holding a long sword in his hand, with a silver sword buckle hanging on it. The sword buckles collided together, making a crisp sound.

The exposed part of the jaw line was indifferent, and the bone bell next to it rattled when the wind blew.A Fengluan neon-clothed sedan chair emerged from the dark night. Four little ghosts carried the sedan chair, and the Fengluan neon-clothed sedan chair stopped in front of him.

The red curtain fluttered, and a man's hand stretched out from inside.

A mirror was thrown out of the sedan chair, and the boy caught it. Bai Jingtang's voice came from the Fengluan sedan chair, "A gift from the master."

The boy's eyes were one black and one gray. Hearing this, he put away the mirror. Fengluan's neon dress and sedan chair disappeared in mid-air, and the mirror in his hand lit up.

The expression on the originally indifferent and calm face gradually changed.The young man's breath was gloomy and cold. When he saw clearly that the people in the mirror were curled up on the ground in pain, his fingertips tensed a little, and the mirror was torn apart in his hands.

The figure of the boy disappeared on the spot and appeared outside a gloomy mansion.

"I want to see him." The boy opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, as if soaked in blood.

Outside the hall is guarding a bull-headed horse-faced ghost, and the waiter inside is as silver-haired as a waterfall, unmoved by what he hears.There are many human skins and ghost masks hanging on the wall, Shi Jun is listening to Xu Wanqin's report on Lan Pipa's current whereabouts at the table.

Someone inside laughed, and the sun-eye-patterned robe loomed, "Your throat is ruined, and you haven't learned to be obedient yet?"

It is very difficult for the young man to speak now. His tongue was almost cut off in the last mission, but now his mouth is stitched, and every time he speaks, blood will flow from his throat.

No one in the hall cared about him, he stood at the door for an unknown amount of time, silently expressing his determination, and the Qingqing and cold voice of Shijun came from inside.

"He is already dying, do you really want to see him?"

The young man knelt down on the ground with a "plop", his back was straight, and now he has learned to know the current affairs, if his kneeling can be exchanged for the opportunity to meet that person, it would be worth it.

He knelt like this for a day and a night, and at dawn, a reply from the servant came from the palace.

"Beside the Endless Spring, there is a ninth-level monster named Yutian. If you can get Yutian's heart, I will give you a chance to meet him."

After Shijun's words fell, the young man outside the hall got up and disappeared in place in an instant.

……

Song Minhuan was in a vast white mist. He walked alone for an unknown how long, and he didn't come to the end for a long time.

He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know if he woke up now.

His body didn't feel tired. He walked for too long and couldn't go out. The surroundings were white and misty, so he sat down and looked at himself.

There is no pain in the body, and the eyes can still see things. Is he in a dream?

After an unknown amount of time, a figure appeared in front of him, and the figure looked familiar.This person doesn't stand, sits or sits, he always looks heartless, but he has the murderous aura that has been imbued on the battlefield, isn't he the young master Lan?

"Stone?" Song Minhuan came to his senses and asked, "Why are you here? When did you wake up? Where are we?"

For his series of questions, Young Master Lan showed his figure and replied: "I just woke up not long ago. This is in your sea of ​​consciousness. You are unconscious, and there is no way to wake up now."

"You were seriously injured in the servant formation, and several tendons were destroyed. If you can't wake up within a month..."

Gong Zilan's voice paused, and the hidden meaning in it was self-evident.

If there is no way to wake up for a month, then there will be no way to wake up in the future.

"I'm here to tell you how to get out of here. This is your sea of ​​consciousness, and it's also the 'Tao' in your heart. You need to face your heart and make the right choice."

"If you figure it out, you can go out."

Song Minhuan didn't come back to his senses for a while, he asked, "Master is guarding me now?"

"That's right," Gong Zilan thought of something, and said to him, "You'd better wake up quickly. It's already the tenth day, and your master seems to be in a daze. If you don't wake up, he's afraid I will pull out the heart-protecting lotus for you."

Heart lotus?Just now Shijun also said.

He just walked for a while, but ten days have already passed outside?

Song Minhuan thought of the red lotus, and a guess came up. He felt a little uncomfortable, and asked, "What do you mean by... the heart-protecting lotus?"

"The injured red lotus you saw in the pond every day is your master. He was injured because he used his own blood to make medicine for you. What you drink on weekdays...is all his. Blood."

Although Gong Zilan is asleep, he still knows what happened outside.

"His body is a pure and pure red lotus born in Lutai Mountain. His blood can suppress the evil curse on your body. I didn't want to tell you about this...but if your master loses the lotus that protects the heart, He will die."

Although Shen Yingxue in this life is just the reincarnation of Changle and has nothing to do with him, but he can't bear it and doesn't want to see such a situation.

"The evil curse on you cannot be undone, all you can do is to prolong the time, and his heart lotus is just to last some time for you."

"What's more... your master already has an old disease on his body. When he sealed the endless abyss, the old wound on his body has not completely healed."

Gong Zilan's expression was serious, and he didn't seem to be joking, and said to him: "The minister chose you as his sacrifice, and sooner or later he will find you again, you need to think carefully about what to do next."

"If this continues, you will indeed implicate your master to death."

Such words are cold and heartless, but they are true.

Song Minhuan heard the buzzing in his head, he stared at the white mist in front of him for a long time without recovering, until the figure of Gong Zilan disappeared in front of him, he didn't notice it.

Only Gongzi Lan's last sentence remained in my ears, "If you stay, your master will not leave you alone, and he will die in the end. If you want to leave, Feng Yuan and I will follow you."

He didn't hear the rest of the explanation very clearly, and his heart was empty, as if a blunt knife was sharpening his heart, the pain made it difficult for him to breathe.

He thought... that when he was with Shen Yingxue, he would face Shen Yingxue, he would become a stain on Shen Yingxue, and Shen Yingxue would receive slander because of him.

Now he has not become Shen Yingxue's stain, but Shen Yingxue will die because of him... It is difficult for the two of them to get together.

Song Minhuan looked at the white mist in front of him, and felt a little empty in his heart. The meaning of Gong Zilan's words could not be more obvious. He hoped that he and Shen Yingxue would separate, which would be good for both of them.

He is leaving Shen Yingxue.

If he left, Master would never get hurt again, and would not worry about him because of him, so he would no longer have to stay in Linhua Palace every day.

His master is an immortal who is admired by all living beings in the three realms. That person is so beautiful, but now because he may lose all his brilliance, he will disappear into the lotus pond.

Even if Shen Yingxue would not die so easily, would he dare to gamble with Shen Yingxue's life?

He thought of the wounds on Hong Lian's body, and the blood-smelling concoction he had drunk. Shen Yingxue would never tell him that she was injured. Coax him in the form of a red lotus.

He thought the concoction was bitter, so Shen Yingxue would make candied fruit for him, sweetly coaxing him to finish the concoction.If he felt uncomfortable, Shen Yingxue would watch over him by the bed, usually all night long.

Such a Shen Yingxue...such a good Shen Yingxue, how could he be willing to leave?

But if he didn't leave, maybe he would never see Shen Yingxue again.

The figure of that person emerged in his mind, that person was wearing a black robe with lotus pattern, and the lotus pattern on the cuffs was swaying, looking at him from a distance under the pear tree, always with a gentle smile on his face.

His picturesque eyebrows always linger in his heart.

Many times he forgot, at first he just admired, wanting to be able to save this person from the abyss was enough.Later, he became more and more greedy and wanted more and more, but now he wants to drag his gods into the abyss together.

Can't be like this... He can't be so selfish.

No matter how reluctant he was, he couldn't kill Shen Yingxue.

Song Minhuan stood up, his back became heavy, as if endless pressure fell on his shoulders, his figure was a little unstable, and he was struggling to walk through the white mist.

……

Shen Yingxue, who was beside the bed, hadn't closed his eyes for several days and nights. He was guarding the side of the boy's bed, and found that the boy's fingertips moved. His expression became turbulent, and he held the boy's hand.

"Shanshan?" His voice was a little hoarse than usual, and he clenched the boy's fingertips tightly.

The young man on the bed was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't wake up. He looked very painful, his eyelashes were drooping, and he didn't know what happened in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The candlelight was faintly visible, reflecting the figure beside the bed, Shen Yingxue let go of her hand, and then was slightly taken aback.

A drop of clear tear fell from the corner of the boy's eye, and the pillow was wet.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-3021:35:55~2021-05-0123:57:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 cloud storage;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Ashi Harmony and Childish Ghost; 2 bottles of Attack Gold;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Wangwang gift packs; 5 bottles of good reading, okay?

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!