Immortals come on the moon

His demon?That was naturally Shen Yingxue in front of her.

Song Minhuan was stunned for a moment, he thought that the inner demon would be the evil thoughts that seduce people, but he never thought that the inner demon... would be so gentle, like the real Shen Yingxue.

Indeed, Shen Yingxue treated him as before, for a moment, he wanted to be immersed in the illusion forever and didn't want to go out.

At least... for now, he hasn't separated from Shen Yingxue.

But this is the coward's easy thinking, he can't do this.

The stupefied expression on his face was too obvious, Shen Yingxue cared about him and said: "What's the matter, Shanshan, but who did you hear about the heart demon?"

"You don't have evil thoughts in your heart. Generally speaking, it is not easy to have demons, but it is not impossible. If there is, the demons should be me."

Shen Yingxue laughed lightly as she spoke, "Shanshan might not be willing to kill me when the time comes."

Really reluctant.

Song Minhuan looked at Shen Yingxue in front of him, he had a dagger in his sleeve, and his fingertips became stiff.Let him pick up the dagger and point it at the man in front of him, but he doesn't want to.

A chuckle sounded in his ear, and Gong Zilan said indifferently: "If you don't kill him, you will soon become a part of this illusion and never come out again."

"Such a soft heart...it will be difficult to accomplish anything in the future."

Song Minhuan pursed his lips together and asked, "Is there any other way?"

"Yes, or if you kill yourself in the illusion, then you will wake up, and you don't know if you are alive or dead."

Hearing the sarcasm in Gong Zilan's voice, Song Minhuan lowered his eyes, and the dagger in his sleeve became heavy.

Shen Yingxue in front of him was still concerned about him, and asked softly: "Shanshan, you can tell me if you have something on your mind, Master wants to help you."

Song Minhuan asked with difficulty: "Master, if I have a demon in my heart, what should I do?"

"If I'm your demon, you shouldn't be too embarrassed," Shen Yingxue gently stroked the hair on his sideburns, "Don't think so much, you will naturally have an answer when the time comes."

"Rest first, do your eyes still hurt?"

When Shen Yingxue said this, his eyes really started to hurt, I don't know if it was affected by the illusion or Feng Yuan's spell had failed.

His eyes fell into the familiar darkness, he couldn't see anything, the humming of heavy iron chains came from his ears, and Shen Yingxue's gentle voice echoed in his ears.

"Shanshan?"

Shen Yingxue's voice disappeared for a while, and after a while there was movement in the room, and a bowl of thick concoction touched his lips.

"Drink the medicine first," Shen Yingxue, "after drinking the medicine, the pain will stop."

Song Minhuan turned his cheek slightly away, not really wanting to drink the concoction. Hearing Shen Yingxue coaxing him, he felt uncomfortable, and said, "Master, this evil curse cannot be undone, so there is no need to waste any more time."

When he said this, Shen Yingxue paused with her fingertips, and said in a warm voice: "Then let's drink it again, the concoction is already boiled, Shanshan finishes it first."

It was brewed with Shen Yingxue's blood, and the bowl of concoction was kept in front of him for a long time. If he didn't drink it, Shen Yingxue kept holding it.

Song Minhuan couldn't hold back Shen Yingxue, he drank the concoction, his eyes gradually regained clarity, and found that Shen Yingxue's face had turned pale.

"You don't need to meditate today, go to sleep, Master will watch over you."

Song Minhuan was lying on the bed, he opened his eyes and pictured Shen Yingxue's face, then closed his eyes after a while, holding the dagger in his hand.

He stayed up until late at night, halfway through Shen Yingxue probed his sea of ​​consciousness, seemed still worried about him, and after making sure he was fine, she lay down beside him.

In the darkness, the man's eyes fell on his face, with tenderness and respect, he waited for an unknown amount of time before Shen Yingxue fell asleep.

The dagger was carved with peony patterns, and the silver blade was aimed at the man's neck.His movements were very light, but according to Shen Yingxue's cultivation, it was impossible for Shen Yingxue not to notice that he was awake.

The man didn't move, and lay there quietly, as if giving him a chance to kill him.

Song Minhuan was in a trance for a moment, did the heart demon really have such... such a way to manipulate him?Will he let him choose like this?

He stared at Shen Yingxue's side face for a long while, but the dagger never dropped.The room was very quiet. When the man fell asleep, his posture was very regular. With his eyes closed, his face was pale, like a statue carved from cold jade.

The window is open, and a pool of red lotus can be seen outside.The sky was about to dawn, but he finally retracted the dagger, pretended nothing happened, and lay on the bed until dawn.

In the morning, Shen Yingxue didn't seem to know what happened that night, she got up an hour earlier, copied the rest of the formation for him, and made some snacks for him.

"Shanshan, do you still want to go to Jiange today?"

He sat at the table looking at the warm snacks, shook his head, and thought about how to get out of this illusion.

Since Gong Zilan can transmit sound to him... the stone itself is his sword, so could it be that the stone is actually by his side all the time.

But he didn't make a sound all the time, and only reminded him when he was about to be unable to come out.

"Then you want to make wine with me?" Shen Yingxue glanced at the pear tree outside the yard, "The pear flower brew you drank at Hua Chongjin's last time, Master can teach you to bury it under the pear tree and get it next year come out."

Song Minhuan became a little interested when he heard the words, he responded, and followed Shen Yingxue to the courtyard.

The pear tree in their yard had fallen a lot of pear blossoms, Shen Yingxue took a bamboo basket from under the coffee table and handed him one.

"Shanshan, go and pick some pear blossoms from the top."

Song Minhuan took the bamboo basket, and with a light leap, he jumped onto the branch of the pear tree. There was a faint fragrance of pear blossoms in front of his nose, and a patch of snow-white on both sides.

Young Master Lan's voice sounded next to his ear again, "You still have one day, if you don't do it again, you won't have the chance to do it again."

The fingertips holding the bamboo basket moved slightly, and he said "um", "I see."

Song Minhuan picked a branch of pear blossom and put it in the basket, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the figure under the tree.

Under the pear tree, Shen Yingxue seemed to be kneading fermented rice by the tea table. The fermented glutinous rice they had was dough like a ball, as long as it was put together with water, it would melt into wine after a long time.

That pair of cold white hands rolled the wine into the size of a thumb, Shen Yingxue lowered her eyes with a serious expression, there were several wine jars beside her, and the word "good" was written on the cinnabar.

"Master, why is my name written on the wine jar?"

Shen Yingxue put the kneaded fermented rice aside, and said in a gentle voice, "It means good wine, others are not allowed to touch it."

He saw the smile on Shen Yingxue's face among the branches of the pear tree, moved his fingertips, and pulled down a pear blossom in his hand, picking the bamboo basket full in a short while.

The basket full of pear blossoms was all the better ones he had picked, and he had splashed them with clean water, making them look juicy.

"How are these brewed?"

Shen Yingxue had another bamboo basket at hand. He took a branch of pear blossoms and gently picked off the pear blossoms on it, "Like this, the roots are gone, take them all off."

Following Shen Yingxue's example, he removed the rhizomes of the pear blossoms, threw the small petals into the basket, and asked, "Master, why don't you just use spells?"

"Hand-picked brews will taste better," Shen Yingxue replied, "If you use spells, you will lose some of the taste."

"There's another saying," Song Minhuan was a little surprised, he believed Shen Yingxue's words, and asked, "It's also about picking the pear blossoms, and is it clear?"

"One thing, if you do it seriously, you will get a different result than if you do it casually," Shen Yingxue gently tore off the pear blossom with her fingertips, with a soft voice, "The feedback in the world is relative, the more effort you put in, the more reward you get. The more you get, the more you get.”

All the pear blossoms can be easily removed from the stems by using spells. The process is very easy, with less effort and less gain.

Song Minhuan thought about it, it would be difficult for ordinary people to think of this point, only people who value everything in the world... would think so.

He picked the pear blossoms slowly, it was indeed a lot of trouble, when he was tired, he would look up at Shen Yingxue's side face, and he would feel his strength regained.

The two of them picked all the pear blossoms together, put the pear blossoms into the basket, and Shen Yingxue took them to the pool to wash them, and then taught him how to put them in the wine jar.

"Put a layer of pear blossoms on the bottom first, and put a piece of fermented rice after that. Spread three layers like this, then put half of the water in, and sprinkle a layer of pear blossoms on top. If you like a stronger drink, you can put more Two wines."

Shen Yingxue squeezed a lot of fermented rice. He spread pear blossoms under the wine jar, and then put a fermented glutinous rice, "If you want something sweeter, you can add some candied fruit in it."

He imitated Shen Yingxue's movements, and made an altar in a short while.The two of them sealed the wine jar together, covered it with a layer of cinnabar paper, and tied the outside with hemp rope.

"Master, is this wine going to be buried under the pear tree?"

Shen Yingxue's eyes fell on his face, she stayed for a while, and said softly with a "hmm", "The wine should be stored in a cool place, under the pear tree is more suitable."

A total of more than ten jars were made, and he and Shen Yingxue buried the wine under the pear tree, his hands were dirty, but he was very happy.

With a smile on his face, he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and Shen Yingxue next to him wiped the tip of his nose with his fingertips.

"Very happy?"

Song Minhuan opened a pair of autumn water eyes, looked at the wine buried underneath, and said in a low voice, "It would be great if I could always be like this."

"Shanshan, everyone has their own responsibilities," Shen Yingxue laughed, "Go and wash your face."

Song Minhuan got up, his robe was also stained with mud, and when he reached the red lotus pond, his face was reflected in the water inside.The cold pool water brushed against the face, and a few pear blossom petals fell, and the pool water swayed gently.

The yard was very quiet. He looked at the red lotus on the pond, and everything around him seemed to be still.The pear blossoms floated in the air and stopped falling. The pool water was like stagnant water, and the red lotus floated quietly on it.

He turned around as if feeling something, and Shen Yingxue under the pear tree was wearing a black lotus-patterned robe, his face was still gentle, but his figure gradually became transparent.

This corner of the Linhua Palace began to dissipate, the originally bright sky turned into a white mist of nothingness, and Shen Yingxue's figure in the distance became smaller and smaller.

The person is clearly in front of him, but it seems to be separated by a chasm thousands of miles away.

"Master—"

Song Minhuan became nervous, he stretched out his hand to touch Shen Yingxue, wanted to touch the corner of the black Taoist robe, and made a voice with difficulty, trying to keep that figure back.

He moved forward like this, as if breaking an invisible barrier, his fingertips touched the corner of the man's clothes, and crashed into Shen Yingxue's arms.

The man's figure slowly dissipated, and as he gently stroked his hair with a gentle voice, his fingertips also disappeared into nothingness.

The tone seemed to be sighing, like whispering.

"Shanshan...you should leave."