Immortals come on the moon

Song Min's heart moved slightly as he listened happily, looking at Shen Yingxue's side face, he helped Shen Yingxue put on another red rope.

He didn't know if the red rope could really bring auspicious omens, if it could, he hoped that Shen Yingxue could also be safe and happy.

After a while, the store brought up the red bean porridge. The aroma of the red bean porridge overflowed. It smelled very sweet, but it didn't taste greasy.He took a sip, and there was a taste of red bean porridge between his lips and teeth. After eating half a bowl and putting it down, he heard Shen Yingxue say beside him: "Be kind, don't waste it."

"I can't finish it," Song Minhuan pushed the red bean porridge in front of Shen Yingxue, asking Shen Yingxue to take care of the rest.

Shen Yingxue finished his remaining porridge, with a smile in his eyes, "The red beans are all at the bottom of the bowl, you just drank a bowl of red bean porridge without red beans."

"It all tastes the same."

He also laughed, watching Shen Yingxue finish his remaining porridge, he felt warm in his heart.

Shen Yingxue put down two gold beads on the table, borrowed the shopkeeper's good words, and he gave more.Two gold beads are enough for an ordinary family to live for more than a month, which is considered a small fortune, so that the shopkeeper will not be in trouble because of the money.

It was nightfall when they came out, and the last rays of the setting sun were gone from the horizon.The deep smog blue is smudged, and the stars are dotted on the edge of the moonlight, and the cool moonlight and the lamps melt together.

The red silk hangs down from the magpie bridge, and the sparks in the brazier are slightly submerged in the air, and a girl in a long red dress is dancing on the stage.The girl also wears durian flowers on her sideburns, flying cranes are curled up in cloud patterns on her body, tassels are hanging from golden hairpins, and the long sword engraved with a crown in her hand is graceful and imposing, with a light and graceful sword posture.

The torch flickered, many people gathered in the audience, and many young masters and ladies watched the sword dance.The willow trees are covered with red strings, some of which were specially driven from nearby towns, and there are many vendors selling ornaments and river lanterns by the river.

People came and went, Song Minhuan was led by Shen Yingxue, and many children walked through it, worried that he would be hit, Shen Yingxue was beside him to protect him.

In front of the tip of his nose is the orchid fragrance smoked from Shen Yingxue's body, in his ears are the laughter of young girls, in the distance there is the sound of drums mixed with the sound of piano, and the sound of vendors hawking.

"Be careful--"

The red horse was frightened and raised its hooves upwards, causing chaos among the crowd, the horseshoes seemed to have stepped on someone, a woman screamed, and the audience suddenly became chaotic.

The river lanterns were scattered all over the place, and the people coming and going were crowded around. Song Minhuan was pushed away from Shen Yingxue, he was stepped on by someone, and some woman's red hairpin scratched his face, and there was a burning pain on his face .

"Master—"

The stage also became chaotic. He looked over and saw that the sword dancing girl fell down at some point. There was a complete red line on her neck and thick dark blood stains on the ground.

"Dead! Come on—"

He didn't see Shen Yingxue among the crowd, and he didn't know what the situation was, when he pushed through the crowd to find someone, he heard a familiar aura from his side.

Shen Yingxue led him again, and whispered to him: "There is a murder case here, we are not suitable to stay here anymore, go back first, I will send someone over later."

The two of them disappeared in place, and arrived at the place where the paper crane was originally parked.Song Minhuan only had time to pay attention to the wound on his face at this time, and touched it, and felt bloodstains here and there. The wound was not deep, but it was probably disfigured.

"Master, what happened on the bridge just now?"

"That girl killed herself on the stage," Shen Yingxue gently touched his face with her fingertips, white light gathered on his wound, and the wound on it slowly healed.

"The sword and the crown are the symbols of Changle. Maybe she wants to sacrifice to Changle."

Shen Yingxue's tone was flat, with a little indifference and a little pity in her eyes.

"Changle?" Song Minhuan turned around, as if he could still see the fallen girl.She always wore durian flowers on her temples, the sword in her hand fell on the stage, and the long skirt with cloud patterns and flying cranes was stained with blood.

"Why sacrifice Changle in this way?" Song Minhuan asked, and he had an answer in his heart. The God of War 3000 years ago, with faith and longing in their hearts, was willing to sacrifice their lives to the gods they believed in in a way they had heard somewhere.

But if you are a little more sober, you will understand that the method of sacrificing your life is an evil god, and a real god does not need your blood and life.

They are sympathetic to all things in the world. When you believe in them with a good heart, they will feel it, and they will naturally bless you.

Song Minhuan already knew that Shen Yingxue was the reincarnation of Chang Le, but he didn't know the truth about 3000 years ago, and Gong Zilan also said that Shen Yingxue didn't know about it.

Changle is Changle, Shen Yingxue is Shen Yingxue, even if the two are inseparable, they are not the same person.

"Generally speaking, ordinary people don't have such determination and courage to sacrifice their lives to gods. They also understand the value of their lives."

Shen Yingxue: "This kind of obsession is so deep that he can easily give up his life because he is bewitched by others."

That being said, some people say that about others, but they don't take their own lives seriously, and they are always hurt and don't want to say it.

"It is indeed precious," Song Minhuan looked at Shen Yingxue and said softly, "But there are some things in this world that are more precious than your own life."

What is heavier than life?There are not many, there are fireworks in this world, the safety of the common people in the world, the stability and peace of the twelve prefectures of Jingzhao, and the rise and fall of the people of several dynasties.

In the prosperous age, the colors of the mountains, rivers and vegetation are far more important than their personal lives.

But other than that... there are other things, such as the person in front of me.

"Master's life is above me, and in my opinion is more precious than everything in the world," Song Minhuan said, "So...no matter what happens, Master, don't hurt yourself. If you hurt yourself, I will only suffer, would feel powerless."

"I would rather bear the most unbearable pain in the world than... I don't want to see Master get hurt."

Shen Yingxue was a little dazed when she heard the words, the figure of the boy was reflected in her eyes, she didn't speak for a while, and the air became silent.

He looked down at the young man in front of him, and there seemed to be some emotion in his eyes, with a little tenderness.He stretched out his hand and rubbed the boy's head, just like the boy remembered, with a gentle voice.

"Good and good, the master knows it all."

Saying that, he didn't make any promise not to hurt himself. He also felt the same in his heart, and he took the young man's life more seriously.

"Your life will be very long, and Master will accompany you on the journey. Don't worry, Master will be fine."

"Let's go back first, are you tired today?" Shen Yingxue didn't mention the matter again, and gently rubbed the boy.

Song Minhuan shook his head, he looked at Shen Yingxue's black Taoist robe, and caught a glimpse of a dark mark on Shen Yingxue's wrist, which was scratched with a knife blade.

Seemingly aware of his gaze, Shen Yingxue paused, and said with a light smile: "Did someone say something to you, Shanshan is not quite right all day today."

Because he is not from here at all, it is all fake here, Shen Yingxue is also fake, he has not gone out yet.

Song Minhuan thought so in his heart, looked at Shen Yingxue's face in front of him, but couldn't say it.How should he get out of this illusion?

He was a little confused, everything here was too real, if he stayed here for a long time, he might be trapped in the illusion and never get out.

The paper crane flew all the way to Tianxuezong, and stopped at Linhua Peak. When it came down, Shen Yingxue came down first.

Shen Yingxue stood on the ground, turned sideways, and said to him, "Come up, Master will carry you back."

"I can walk by myself," Song Minhuan said, looking at Shen Yingxue's profile, stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and he wrapped his arms around Shen Yingxue's neck.

Shen Yingxue stepped into the bamboo forest with him on her back, the moonlight shone through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, and the wind rustled.

"I've never carried anyone on my back. Shanshan looks thin on weekdays, but it's quite heavy."

Song Minhuan could see a part of Shen Yingxue's jaw. If the man was not smiling, the corners of his lips would be cold, looking indifferent and indifferent, exuding an unapproachable aura.

He reached out his hand to touch the corner of Shen Yingxue's lips, and said "Yes", "It is indeed Shen, Master can also let me down and let me go by myself."

"Now I'm not willing to let me walk anymore. Doesn't Master have to worry about what I do in the future?"

In fact, Shen Yingxue did worry a lot about him, Shen Yingxue was not at ease when he went to the Jiange alone, and would follow him to see him practice sword in the Jiange.

I thought he didn't know, but in fact he had already found out.

Shen Yingxue laughed, "I like to worry about you, if you are willing to bother me about everything, I will be happier."

"People are afraid of trouble," Song Minhuan said, "Master is a fool."

The two of them arrived at Linhua Palace with one word to another, and the usually long journey became very fast, Song Minhuan jumped off Shen Yingxue's back by himself.

He passed by the red lotus pond and took a look, then returned to the hall, performed a cleansing technique and sat on the side of the bed to start thinking.

Shen Yingxue entered the hall behind him, the Yunshan sword was placed on the wall, and a few small paper cranes were placed on the table, Shen Yingxue put spiritual power on it, the paper crane flapped its wings twice and flew away.

Sensing his gaze, Shen Yingxue raised her head, her gaze fell on him, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Have you finished copying the formation in the book?"

As Shen Yingxue said, she came to his side, and took a bottle of wound medicine from somewhere, and applied the ointment on his face with her fingertips. Feeling the warm and cool touch, he shook his head.

"I haven't finished copying it yet, and there will be time to copy it again tomorrow."

He looked up at Shen Yingxue, the two were very close, Shen Yingxue touched his lips, and Shen Yingxue traced his face with her fingertips.

"If you're tired, take a rest earlier. I've already notified the people at the foot of the mountain, and they will go there."

"Okay," Song Minhuan replied, and for some reason, he grabbed Shen Yingxue's hand.

"Master, is there a kind of illusion, which feels very real after entering, and no flaws can be found anywhere, and the people inside are the same as in reality, it feels like another real world, but it is clear that it is fake How should such an illusion be broken?"

"What you said...is like a formation of inner demons." Shen Yingxue looked at him with gentle eyes and said, "Your inner demons are inside, as long as you kill him with your own hands...you will naturally be able to get out."