Immortals come on the moon

It was still raining outside, and Song Minhuan's painting was still unfinished.He didn't paint, and he was not good at drawing, so he sketched the outline clumsily, worrying that the coloring would ruin the figure of the man in the painting.

It has been raining intermittently for more than ten days. Song Minhuan has a fixed time to practice sword every day. Sometimes he soaks in the cold spring in the morning and sometimes in the evening. In the evening, he will spare time to have dinner with Feng Yuan and the others.

It was several days before he found out that Young Master Lan was not there, and he asked about it during the meal. Not only was Young Master Lan not there, but Mu Yin also left with him, as if he had something to do when he went out.

He, Feng Yuan, and the three-eyed female ghost were left in the yard, Feng Yuan said to him: "The two of them have gone to the East China Sea, and they will come back after a while."

In the corner there is Mu Yin’s unfinished puppet. This is the second one carved by Mu Yin. The first one is his father, and the second one is a woman. The costume looks like a clan witch. The one carved should be his mother.

Song Minhuan picked up some bamboo shoots and asked, "What are the two of them going to the East China Sea for?"

Now they are gradually getting acquainted with each other, there is nothing to hide from each other, and the relationship is slowly getting closer.

"Go to inquire about the news, and grab something by the way." Feng Yuan replied, and gave a chicken leg to the three-eyed female ghost next to her.

The three-eyed female ghost was holding the bowl, obviously very happy, her intact face blushed immediately, she grabbed the chicken leg and started gnawing on it.

"San San, slow down, don't worry."

"San San?" Song Minhuan always felt that the two of them got along a little weirdly, so he asked, "Is this her new name?"

It was too casual, but it seemed that the three-eyed female ghost was very happy when Feng Yuan called her name.

Feng Yuan nodded, poured another cup of tea for the three-eyed female ghost, and poured another cup for him.

"I decided to keep her," Feng Yuan laughed, "She caught the chicken on the mountain, and she also dug the bamboo shoots."

Song Minhuan's gaze paused, and he said, "Your Excellency decides for himself, it's fine to stay, she's different now than before."

Indeed, the difference is very large.

Feng Yuan smiled without saying a word.

After he finished his meal, he sat and chatted with Feng Yuan for a while. It didn't rain today, and the weather was very hot. He took a jar of wine from the wine cellar, and when he took a look, there were not many jars left.

This drink was too fast, obviously it didn't take long, but he had hundreds of jars of wine in the storage bag at that time.

Song Minhuan closed the wine cellar again. He went to the stone platform, put his scabbard and wine jar beside him, blocked the sun with his hands, and started practicing with his sword.

He slowed down his speed, tried to let go of his thoughts, and felt the sword intent with his body instinct.He saw the spiritual power on the sword, and the white sword light reflected it. He was already very proficient in every move, and even with his eyes closed, he knew what to do next.

Abandon all thoughts, follow your own sword intent, let the sword intent dominate, and you must trust your sword 100%.

Song Minhuan held his long sword, he moved very slowly, the sword energy seemed to have his own spiritual consciousness at this moment, leading him to make moves.White lights appeared around him, he didn't think about anything, and subconsciously followed the sword intent.

The branches and leaves of the surrounding sycamore trees were rustling, and a few sycamore leaves fell, and the white light gathered together.A forceful coercion leaked from the sword, and when he made his last move, the surrounding branches all fell to the ground with a "boom".

The sycamore tree became bare, and its branches and leaves were completely cut off. Song Minhuan looked at the branches that fell on the ground in the distance, and then looked at his palm.

He put a sundial on the boulder, and it usually takes half an hour to practice swordsmanship, but this time it took a whole hour.But the difference is also very obvious, the spiritual power is purer and more powerful than before.

Now that Young Master Lan is not here, he plans to practice like this first, and then ask Young Master Lan when he comes back.

He only practiced swordsmanship seven times that day, but he was more tired than before, with sharp pain in his veins. He took his wine and sword to Lingquan.

The wine jar was placed next to the cold spring, and he soaked in the cold spring to repair his tendons. His tendons are now more and more capable of bearing injuries. In the past, it took two days to heal the injury, but now it only takes one hour to heal. good.

The spring water was cold to the bone, Song Minhuan opened the wine jar, and put his sword aside.The wine is plum wine, which quenches thirst in summer, so Gongzi Lan bought a lot of it at that time.

Some of the wine spilled out, he drank a jar of wine, the hour came, he felt sleepy after drinking, he hadn't walked into the small courtyard yet, his whole body was really tired.When he arrived at the stone platform where he practiced swords, he found a sycamore tree at random, jumped on it, lay down on the branch and fell asleep.

Fortunately, the sycamore tree here has grown for a long time, and the branches are very thick, so he doesn't have to worry about the branches breaking and falling from the tree in the middle of the night when he lies on it.

He slept like this until Yinshi, the exhaustion all over his body dissipated, this tree is a good place, he doesn't have to go back to the yard in the future, it's very good to live here.

For more than ten days in a row, if he was too lazy to go back, he would meditate or sleep on the sycamore tree. He heard from Feng Yuan that if he was too tired from practicing sword now, it would be better to go to sleep directly. fell asleep.

When he fell asleep, he put his sword aside, and he could touch it at any time. There are some beasts in this mountain, which were species from 3000 years ago, and some of them like to chase people to play.If midnight came, he could take precautions.

The sun was very strong that day, Song Minhuan was leaning on the plane tree, he had just practiced a set of sword skills, this time it took two full hours to complete the set of sword skills.All the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted, and he couldn't even stand up on the ground just now.

After finally climbing to the tree, he picked a lotus leaf from the pool and covered his face, feeling that his practice of sword practice was not right, something went wrong.

He let out his consciousness, and noticed some movement in the yard, it seemed that it was Gongzi Lan and the others who had returned.

Anyway, he could see it at night, so he didn't go there, the lotus leaf covered his face to block the sun, his eyes were green, and there was movement from the side, as if a bird was frightened and flew away.

For more than ten days, he had only been lying on this branch. The plane tree was very strong... maybe not as strong as he thought.

When the "click" came, even if he had the ability to react, he was already exhausted and his body couldn't keep up with the reaction speed of his brain.Before he had time to touch his sword, he fell from a height.

Such a fall... He was afraid that he would lie on the bed for a few days.

Song Minhuan heard footsteps in the distance, his hair was scattered by his side, and his fingertips were ready to support himself when he fell, so as not to fall too badly.

However, the expected pain did not come, and he fell into a hard embrace.

Said it was hard, because the one holding him... was a puppet.

A puppet is the lowest kind of puppet, made of sunken wood, it seems to have a mind of its own.He was wearing a shabby black Taoist robe, and his face was scratched so that he couldn't tell what he looked like. From the eyes and eyebrows, he could vaguely see that he should have been born well before the disfigurement.

The footsteps in the distance approached, and the figures of Gong Zilan and Mu Yin appeared. He didn't know where the puppet came from, and after looking at it for a while, he said, "Put me down."

He didn't forget to thank the puppet.

The puppet put him down obediently, and Song Minhuan asked with doubts, "Is this Mu Yin's clansman?"

He thought it was the surviving tribe brought back by Mu Yin.

Gong Zilan was holding a piece of white satin in his hand, about two fingers wide. It was unknown what kind of material it was made of, but it seemed to be high-grade silk.

"This is the puppet we brought back on the road, called 'Chang Le', and he will practice swords with you in the future."

Song Minhuan didn't understand, so he asked, "What does this mean? Why is it called Changle? He knows how to use swordsmanship?"

"He won't. He's called Changle because many puppets outside are called Changle, and he's just one of them. As for why you follow you, anyway, you're alone on weekdays. Mu Yin keeps him useful, and he's your pawn in your spare time. with."

Song Minhuan realized that this was a disguised form and he was entrusting this puppet to his care.

"This is a satin woven from shark silk. Covering the eyes with it can prevent evil spirits from being infected."

The white silk was thrown towards him.

Song Minhuan picked it up, so it turns out that Gongzi Lan and Mu Yin went out this trip because of him?His heart moved slightly, the white silk felt cold to the touch, he thanked Gongzi Lan and Mu Yin.

Let him take care of a puppet, he didn't care, so he agreed, and heard Gong Zilan say again: "You don't need to take care of the puppet, he should be with us in the side courtyard on weekdays, if he follows you, you don't have to Leave him alone."

Song Minhuan nodded, he was troubled by sword practice in his heart, he didn't pay attention to the puppet at the side, he expressed his doubts in the past few days.

"The slower you practice, the stronger the sword energy you can unleash?" Gong Zilan glanced at the sword on his waist, paused and said, "This is the sword controlling you, it is leading, you give everything to it , it will naturally find a way to display the strongest sword intent."

"That's right, but you shouldn't completely hand it over to him. The speed of making sword moves like this is too slow, and you're afraid that you will be killed by the opponent before you get on the field."

"This is putting the cart before the horse. You need to fully trust it. The premise is that it can reach the height you want. It seems obviously impossible at the moment. You have to find a way to make it keep up with your speed and play out The strongest sword intent."

"The way of swordsmanship that everyone realizes is different, and the direction is also different. You need to think about it yourself."

"Always remember, it is you who dominate the sword, it is a part of you, but it is not you."

After Young Master Lan left, Song Minhuan sat on the boulder and thought for a while, but he still didn't understand what Young Master Lan meant.

He looked at the sword in his hand, the shadow on the ground hadn't moved, and the puppet was still standing beside him, apparently not planning to leave.

Song Minhuan's gaze shifted to the puppet's face. There were more than a dozen marks carved with a knife on the puppet's face. His eyes were dark, with a hint of gentleness inside.

The black Taoist robe he was wearing was all torn, maybe it had been soaked in water, it looked wrinkled in some places, and there were several bumps on his hands.

This is an ugly, crude, and low-level puppet, but it is amazing that he has a consciousness of his own.

Song Minhuan asked, "Your name is Changle?"

Seeing the puppet man nodding, he said again: "You can go back now, I want to practice my sword, you don't need to guard here."

He said he was going to get up, but the spiritual power in his body hadn't recovered yet. The moment he got up, his eyes suddenly fell into darkness, and he fell weightlessly forward——

He didn't fall down this time either, and supported him with both hands, and he fell into the hard arms of the puppet man again.

Song Minhuan smelled the woody fragrance from the puppet's body, and the puppet was no different from a normal person when it was conscious.What a coincidence today, why did he fall twice so unluckily?

The man held him steady and said in a low voice, "Be careful."

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