Immortals come on the moon

"I really like it," Song Minhuan touched the word 'good' on it, "Master's work is very cute."

The chubby lotus was in his palm, he touched it for a while and then put it back, mixed in a pile of lotus snacks, he couldn't tell which one he just took.

His hair was quickly tied up, the moon white ribbon was hanging behind him, Mo Fafa was behind him, he stood up, Shen Yingxue helped him fasten the belt around his waist again.

"Such a big man, clumsy, with a belt and a knot."

Song Minhuan: "Who said that, I can obviously wear a bow, but it's a bit ugly."

The palms he touched were full of crumbs, he rubbed Shen Yingxue's cuffs, and went to smell Shen Yingxue's skirt again, with a faint fragrance, as good as before.

"Gong Zilan is already awake, do you want to talk to him?"

In fact, he already knew that Young Master Lan was awake, Song Minhuan nodded, and looked at the sword on the table, "Is he still in the sword now? Can he change his body shape?"

Shen Yingxue: "It's still in the sword, it can transform into a figure, let's go to the yard first."

He took the sword and followed Shen Yingxue to the yard. The sword was placed on the coffee table. He saw Shen Yingxue tap the table twice with his fingertips, and then the dusty sword lit up.

A figure appeared in front of the two of them, Gong Zilan yawned, and sat by the coffee table, "How are you thinking?"

Gong Zilan seemed to be asking Shen Yingxue, but he was actually asking him.

"I will help you get the Tongtian Halberd back," Shen Yingxue said, "You just need to abide by the promise you made earlier."

Gong Zilan's eyes fell on him, Song Minhuan nodded, and said softly, "I already figured it out when I came out."

The two of them talked to each other, Shen Yingxue looked at the two of them, Song Minhuan changed the topic, and asked Young Master Lan, "Have you fully recovered now?"

"It's just a wisp of remnant soul, how can it be better if it recovers?" Gong Zilan lazily said, "It should be able to maintain a figure for a period of time every day. If you bring me a jar of fine wine every day, I can guide you in formation .”

"Okay," Song Minhuan agreed without hesitation, and asked, "Maybe your formation surpasses that servant?"

"He's an ass," Gong Zilan snorted, and then admitted, "It's a little worse than him, heck, after all, he was a genius who was not inferior to Changle back then."

"It seems that you know his identity very well."

Gong Zilan glanced at him, and said mysteriously: "Not only I know, you all know his identity, but no one ever thought that that person would be him."

"Even if you don't think of it, it's still well known." Young Master Lan stretched his waist and looked at the sky in the distance. "Do you have anything else to do?"

Song Minhuan: "I saw the Shijun 3000 years ago among one of my disciples. At that time, he was helping the human race. In the memory of Qiang Di and He Guisi, did you tear yourself apart with the Shijun?"

Gong Zilan nodded, "It was him, I fought with him, and I lost."

This kind of feeling that the other party knows everything but is unwilling to tell him is really unbearable.

Song Minhuan was not in a hurry anymore, he would be able to find out by himself without telling him.

The two of them were talking, while Shen Yingxue was thoughtful, and said to Young Master Lan: "You can teach him formations now, he likes formations more."

"Sure, boy, let's start by playing chess. There is the most basic cloud formation in chess. Although it is simple, it is actually not easy."

As Gong Zilan said, a game of chess was conjured up on the tea table. His chess pieces were covered with six scrolls of moiré, and the chess pieces were divided into black and white. He asked him, "Have you ever played chess?"

"Not really." Song Minhuan shook his head.

"That means knowing the rules, come and try first."

Gong Zilan patted the coffee table, "If you lose, go get me a jar of wine, and if you win, I can tell you anything."

Song Minhuan didn't have much hope, after all, he had never played chess before, so he was definitely not Gong Zilan's opponent.

He looked at Shen Yingxue, and Shen Yingxue nodded beside him, and he sat down opposite Gong Zilan.

There is a pear tree in the middle of the yard. When the wind blows, pear blossoms fall everywhere. A few petals of pear blossoms fall on the coffee table, and it lasts all afternoon.

He walked slowly, the young master Lan on the opposite side played chess as freely as Zhuang Li, he could play chess wherever he thought of, but there was a hidden way in it, which made him lose the game.

All afternoon, Shen Yingxue sat beside him and watched without interrupting the two of them.In the afternoon, Gong Zilan had already won several jars of wine.

He also lost until the last round, Shen Yingxue said beside him: "Shanshan, I will play against him in the next round, you watch from the side."

Gong Zilan became interested, "Okay, except for Changle and Shengjun, no one can beat me in chess before."

"If I win, I want all your wine. By the way, I will give you a message. If I lose, I will give you all the wine in the wine cellar."

"You said it yourself, don't go back on your word." Gong Zilan had been thinking about Shen Yingxue's wine for a long time.

Holy King?Who is this?Throughout the ages, he has only heard of sage kings arrogating.

Song Minhuan put the question in his heart, he watched from the side, and felt that Shen Yingxue would definitely win, but if Shen Yingxue won, he didn't know what questions Shen Yingxue would ask Gongzi Lan.

The chess pieces fell, Shen Yingxue used black pieces, Gongzi Lan used white pieces, the chess pieces of the two of them were scattered together, it seemed that there was no way to do it, but there was a faint difference.

The rules of their chess play are also different from the usual rules. It is easier to set up to win, but it also means that it is more difficult to really win.

Song Minhuan watched carefully from the side. He compared Shen Yingxue's and Gong Zilan's chess moves, recalling his previous steps, he seemed to understand a little bit.

The two play chess in different ways, Gongzi Lan is trying to win by himself, while Shen Yingxue is setting up a game to prevent the opponent from winning.

This way of attacking and defending, the two played for nearly an hour, until finally the sunspots were connected together, and Gong Zilan threw the chess in his hand back into the chess cup.

Gong Zilan took a piece of snacks next to him, but regretfully said: "Now I have to add half to my list."

Why half?This person is the reincarnation of Changle, and it is only natural that he can win.

"It's so sweet." Gong Zilan took a bite and stuffed the whole snack into his mouth, which was refreshing, "If you want to ask a question, just ask."

It's a pity that the wine is a little bit.

"They are all the same person?" Shen Yingxue asked.

Such a sudden sentence, I don't know what you are asking, but Gong Zilan seemed to understand what Shen Yingxue meant, and laughed, "Yes, you are not the same as him?"

"Don't ask about good and evil, you are the same person, the difference in identity is just the choice at that time."

After all, Gong Zilan was still reluctant, took a jar of wine on the table, untied the rope wrapped around it, lifted the cinnabar lid, and the aroma of the wine overflowed in an instant.

"I'll give you the rest, I just want this jar."

The last gleam of the setting sun in the distance disappeared, the sky was dark, and the stars were dotted on it, like a shiny silk.

Gong Zilan poured a glass for both Song Minhuan and Shen Yingxue, and also poured a glass for himself. He seemed to be nostalgic, and the wind in the courtyard smelled of wine.

"The difference between you and him is that you always do good things, but he finally chose to abandon good thoughts."

Song Minhuan couldn't understand what Gong Zilan was saying, but she understood a little bit.He remembered the portrait of Ghost King Ji Ye he had seen in Zangshu Pavilion before, if that was also Shen Yingxue...he believed that there must be a reason for Shen Yingxue to do that.

He held the wine glass given by Gong Zilan, touched it with Gong Zilan, and took a sip. The taste was not as strong as the previous wine, but it contained the fragrance of apricots, and the taste was also very good.

"Master, try it, this is apricot wine."

Song Minhuan held his wine glass to Shen Yingxue's lips, his eyes were full of expectation, the edge of the wine glass touched Shen Yingxue's lips, Shen Yingxue took a sip.

"Really good."

As she spoke, Shen Yingxue touched his wrist again, and it took a while before she let go.

Under the moonlight, the three of them were sitting together in the courtyard, and the breeze was blowing. Song Minhuan noticed that although Young Master Lan treated Shen Yingxue loosely, at the same time, there was a kind of nostalgia and respect in it.

This feeling is very contradictory, like a soldier treating his general, like a courtier treating a king.

At this time, he wished that time would pass slowly, that he could see Shen Yingxue, hear Shen Yingxue's voice, taste the apricot wine, and feel the evening breeze in the yard.

At this time, he was still by Shen Yingxue's side.

Not long after he fell asleep at night, he woke up again. There was no one beside the bed, and the stone lay quietly on the table.

"Your master went to Lianchi to heal his injuries. He was seriously injured. I was afraid you would know, so he never left during the day."

Hearing this, Song Minhuan pushed open the door. He stood in the yard for a while before reaching the lotus pond.

The night was as dark as ink, and there were many fireflies in the corner of the yard. The fireflies gathered together and gave off a faint light. The cold wind brought coolness, and the pool water was full of cool moonlight.

In the lotus pond, the injured red lotus stayed quietly in the pond.Now there are a few more wounds on its body, three in total, running through the entire petal, it looks a little weaker than before, as if it is about to wither.

The red lotus next to it seemed to be affected by it, and it looked wilted, not as lively and glamorous as usual.

Song Minhuan reached out to touch the injured red lotus, the red lotus felt the warmth from his fingertips, and the petals moved accordingly.

When his hand touched it, the fireflies on the wall flew up, and the faint light they emitted illuminated the water surface, fluttering around him.

"I don't like you getting hurt," Song Minhuan said softly as he touched the wound on Honglian's body, holding Honglian carefully.

He touched it with his fingertips, and carefully healed Honglian's wound with his spiritual power.Just healed, the wound soon opened again, and his healing technique was useless.

Song Minhuan frowned, a little worried.

The red lotus petals touched his fingertips, and he felt a warm current. The other party seemed to be comforting him and didn't want him to worry.

"I'm here with you, you can sleep peacefully."

Shen Yingxue was always with him on weekdays, and he also wanted to stay by Shen Yingxue's side, but now he was given a chance.

Song Minhuan put the red lotus back into the lotus pond. The lake was cold, so he touched it with his fingertips. He sat by the lotus pond and guarded the red lotus.

The red lotus didn't float away, but floated very close to the boy.There are many scars on its petals, many of which are left recently. It hides the injured petals and shows them to the young man with the intact petals.

It wants to tell the boy.

——The injury will heal soon, don't worry about it.

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