Immortals come on the moon

The man's voice was low and hoarse, it seemed that his throat was broken, and his voice was not pleasant.The two of them got closer, and Song Minhuan felt very uncomfortable with this distance.

But his eyes were still dark, and he couldn't see anything. The man seemed to sense his unnaturalness, and helped him to sit on the boulder behind him.

Song Minhuan's fingertips touched the ravine on the rock, the rock surface was cold, and he still held the piece of silk in his hand.The white satin was hanging from his fingertips, and he leaned against the rock for a while before he could see clearly again.

He met the eyes of the puppet on the side, touched his eyes with his hands, and waited until his spiritual power had almost recovered before getting up again.

The puppet didn't ask any questions, it didn't look like he was talking too much, and he just stood by and guarded him.

He picked up his own sword and continued to practice the sword, recalling what Gong Zilan said, he could not let the sword dominate, and at the same time he needed to let the sword exert its strongest power.

After practicing a set of sword skills at the usual speed, the leaves of the sycamore tree on the tree fell a little, and he couldn't cut off a single branch. It seemed that there was no change at all from before.

Song Minhuan practiced for a full three hours. He stared at the sword in his hand for a while. After a long time, the sword pattern on it was reflected by his grip.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, he threw the sword in his hand, jumped onto the plane tree by himself, and rested against the tree for a while.

There is a jug of wine hanging on the branch next to him. Gong Zilan's wine is gone. I don't know if he brought wine with him when he came back this time.How many jars he took during the month when Gong Zilan left, I don't know if Gong Zilan can see it.

Song Minhuan drank half of the jar of wine, he took a glance and found that the puppet underneath was picking up sycamore branches on the ground, not knowing what to do.

He didn't have much interest in wanting to know. It has been more than two months since he couldn't improve his swordsmanship, and he didn't make any progress at all. He was thinking about what the problem was.

I always feel faintly grasped the trick, only a little bit.

He jumped down from the tree. It was already night, and he went back with his sword in hand. He followed the moonlight on the way back to the side courtyard where he was.

The man followed him not too far away, and he left for another direction when he was almost at the side hall, holding a sycamore branch in his arms, as if he was going to find Mu Yin.

Song Minhuan returned to his room, still holding the white silk in his hand.If he had to wear this silk when going to a place full of evil spirits in the future, wouldn't it mean that he would lose sight of everything?

During this period of time, he needs to adapt in advance, adapting to being able to act normally even when he is invisible.

There was a bronze mirror on the wall, Song Minhuan looked at himself in the mirror, he covered his eyes with white silk, felt a cold touch, the silk blocked the light, and fell into darkness before him.

The young man in the bronze mirror has a bright and beautiful face, with clear and soft lines, his eyes are covered by white silk, and there is a straight nose and thin red lips.

The ink scattered behind him, the moonflower lotus-patterned robe hung on the ground, and the room melted with silver light all over the place.

Song Minhuan got used to it for a while, his fingertips touched the coffee table and touched the cold wall.He leaned on the wall and stood up, trying not to use the divine sense, because the time that the divine sense usually supports is limited, it is impossible for him to rely on the divine sense all the time.

After losing his vision, his other senses became more sensitive. There was orchid branch incense burning in his room, which he asked for from the three-eyed female ghost.In order to make Feng Yuan happy, the three-eyed female ghost often goes to the mountain to pick incense sticks.

Lanxiang is like the smell of Shen Yingxue's body. He burns it in the room every day, and he is used to the smell.

The branches and leaves of the trees outside the yard were shaking, and there was a slight sound of wind blowing.Insects were chirping among the grass, and spring water was gurgling. He touched the wall, and the fabric rubbed against the cold wall to make a movement.

Song Minhuan touched the surrounding furnishings all the way to the bed. He walked very slowly, taking a little longer than usual. Fortunately, he didn't bump into anything.

He touched the white satin on his eyes, and couldn't help but want to pull it off, wanting to see things clearly.

He held back and meditated like this in the middle of the night, the whole body was plunged into darkness. When he went out the next day, he also went out like this.

The usual easy journey became difficult. Holding his sword, he counted his steps, touched the familiar courtyard wall, tried hard to overcome the fear of the dark, and followed the usual way up the mountain.

He didn't feel it before, and now he can't rely on his eyes, and he didn't use his consciousness to peek around. He could only rely on his ears to identify sounds, and groped for the surrounding plants with his hands.

There are many vines growing on the roads on both sides, and there are thorns on the vines. He has been stabbed several times on the road, and he doesn't know when he will be able to reach the stone platform for sword practice.

The third time he came close to touching the thorny vines, his wrists were caught.

The hand that was holding him was hard and felt warm to the touch.The top is very rough, he can feel that it is the puppet man who called Changle yesterday.

The man held his wrist. He was blindfolded and couldn't see anything. The other party quickly let go of his wrist.

"It's still in the vine forest. If you touch them, you will get hurt."

The man said this to him in a low voice, and seemed not far away from him.He thanked the other party. The feeling of black boots stepping on the grass was different from that on the trail, and he continued to walk along the trail.

Along the way, when he was about to bump into something, the man would reach out to support him, and when he was about to touch thorny vines, he would also remind him, leading him all the way to the stone platform.

He thanked the other party again, but the man didn't reply him, and he heard that he had gone to the plane tree forest on the side.

Song Minhuan put the scabbard under the sycamore tree as usual, and he stood on the stone platform and began to practice his sword as usual.The stone platform was empty, so he didn't have to worry about bumping into a tree if he couldn't see it. The sword intent was gathered together, and the moves were fierce. The white silk fluttered behind him, and he listened intently to the movement around him.

The sword intent swept away a lot of sycamore leaves. Now it is the end of summer, and the weather is still hot in the middle of the day. He has practiced a whole set of sword skills, and there is already a lot of sweat on his forehead. Practiced for two hours.

Recalling what Gong Zilan said in his mind, everyone's swordsmanship is different, he needs to think for himself, he knows that his swordsmanship is "guarding".

Guard... why did you pick up the sword, in order to be able to protect the people around you.

To protect those around me from harm.

Song Minhuan sat on the boulder and thought about it for a while. He practiced sword for two hours in the afternoon, but he didn't come up with any tricks.In the afternoon, he cut off a lot of sycamore branches, but only once, and he didn't know how to do it.

At night, the three-eyed female ghost came to ask them to have dinner. The white silk on his eyes was torn off by the three-eyed female ghost, and the three-eyed female ghost dragged him away.

Song Minhuan: "..."

He picked up his scabbard from the stone platform, thinking about going back and getting it back, only then did he notice that the puppet was still under the sycamore tree. He had just finished picking up the sycamore branches, and it seemed that he was going to go with him.

The two of them went to the side courtyard together. There were still some wounds on his hands that were pierced by vines. They were not treated at the time. Now the wounds are purple and blood is also flowing out.

Is there poison in this vine?Song Minhuan didn't notice any abnormalities in her body, and planned to ask Feng Yuan later.

On the way to the side hall, he counted the number of steps. There were [-] steps from the stone platform to the side hall. He wrote down the number and the plants on the road.

The puppet man didn't say much along the way. This man usually doesn't talk much, and he followed him with a sycamore branch in his arms.

When Song Minhuan arrived at the side courtyard, he took a look at his palm. The place where the vine had scratched it had turned dark purple, and his skin was itchy, so he didn't scratch it.

"Stone, on the way from my yard to the stone platform, are those vines poisonous?"

"Who allowed you to call me a stone?" Gong Zilan looked at Mu Yin's carving puppets beside Mu Yin, and his eyes fell on his hands, "How did this fall, can it fall into the pile of vines?"

Gong Zilan caught a glimpse of the white silk held by the three-eyed female ghost again, understood what was going on, and said to him, "This vine is indeed poisonous, but the poison is not strong. Originally, you would be fine if you washed it with clean water, but now the toxin is gone." It will itch for a few days if it melts in."

"It will heal in a few days, but don't scratch it with your hands. If you scratch it with your hands, it will get better and slower."

Feng Yuan: "Shanshan, sword practice is important, and the body is more important. If you get injured in the future, don't delay the time to treat the wound."

"I see," Song Minhuan touched the wound on the side of his palm with his fingertips, the more itchy it became.He scratched it, and a few long red marks appeared on the back of his hand.

Three puppets have been carved in Mu Yin's place. The puppets are standing in the corner of the yard. There are small grooves carved on their faces, which are used to connect the puppets made of red tassel oil.

"You're going to put them in the city?"

In the corner of the courtyard, there were many phoenix trees piled up, all of which were carried back by the puppet man. Holding a carving knife in his hand, Mu Yin shook his head upon hearing this.

"Don't let them enter the city, let them stay in the mountains."

The three-eyed female ghost was serving Feng Yuan's meal, and the white silk was stuffed into Feng Yuan's hands, and Feng Yuan returned it to Song Minhuan.

"Next time, don't snatch good things from Shanshan." Feng Yuan reprimanded the three-eyed female ghost.

The three-eyed female ghost didn't speak, she didn't know if she did it on purpose, but gave Song Minhuan half a bowl of rice.

Gongzi Lan didn't ask Mu Yin again, but asked him again: "How is your sword practice?"

"It's almost the same as before," Song Minhuan sat down. He noticed that the puppet man put down the sycamore branch and went out. No one here cares about him.

"Occasionally the sword energy can become stronger, but the number of times is not many, and I don't know how I do it."

"This is already very good." Gong Zilan opened the wine cellar and took out a jug of wine. "Being able to do this is the first step. It will take several years for many people to achieve this step."

"You can't compare talent with your master, but it's no problem to compare Zhuang Li and Xu Wan to them."

"Boy, as the saying goes, blue is better than blue, you come from Shen Yingxue's family, so you must be better than your master, right?" Young Master Lan said while putting the wine on the table, and looked at the wine cellar.

"Why did the wine drink so quickly? I remember there was still a lot left before I left."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Song Minhuan, with a bit of understanding in his eyes, and then he burst into a half-smile.

"What did you drink?"

Before Song Minhuan could speak, the three-eyed female ghost next to her nodded, her eyes were dim, "He takes two jars away every day."

How can there be two altars?

Song Minhuan opened his mouth, not allowing him to explain, and listened to the young master Lan on the opposite side saying: "Anyway, you know how to make wine, next time you can make up for even numbers."

It's easy to say, he took more than a dozen altars, the even number is dozens of altars, where did he have the time?

Song Minhuan felt wronged, didn't say anything, and thought about finding a time to go.He went back after eating.

He returned to his yard and found a figure standing at the gate of the yard.

The man was tall and tall, with two more scars on his scarred face, his crumpled clothes were soaked, and he was holding a black object in his hand.Sensing his gaze, she turned around.

"Changle? What are you doing here?"

Song Minhuan walked over and took a closer look, only to find that the man's eyes were well sculpted, and because of his consciousness, the eyes also became vivid, a little more spiritual, as if there was a careful tenderness in them.

"Here, here you are." The man said in a low voice, and gave him the black thing in his palm.

There are many small wounds on the broad palm. I don’t know if they were scratched by picking up sycamore branches. The black thing is a mass of mud. This mud smells faintly grassy and woody.

"It's black bone paste. If you apply it on your hands, the wounds on your hands will heal." The man looked down at his fingertips and said softly, "If you leave it alone, you will still suffer for several days."