Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan suffocated for a moment at that moment, and the lines of her whole body couldn't help but tense up. Even though she knew she was invisible, she still couldn't help but get nervous.

A gust of wind blew over, and the shadows of the trees beside them danced. The two maids tilted their heads, and their necks slowly twisted back. When they twisted, they made a "creaking" sound, like an old stone mill turning with difficulty.

There seemed to be a laugh coming from the side, and Shen Yingxue sent him a voice transmission: "Most of the people in this mansion are dead."

"Master can transmit sound now?" Song Minhuan was a little surprised.

"Okay," Shen Yingxue, "Yin Jing is not in this mansion now, if you want to find clues, you'd better act quickly."

Song Minhuan: "Is Wei Jingzhi the same? When I saw Wei Jingzhi before, I thought he was a bit weird, and he didn't feel like a living person to me."

Shen Yingxue said "hmm", "You and I are not from here, so some tricks are useless to us. Even if those soldiers think it's weird, they won't doubt it."

Song Minhuan asked: "Those blindfolds were done by Yin Jingbu?"

Shen Yingxue didn't deny it, and said with a smile: "The rest will be left to you to investigate. Yin Jing has formed an obsession with transmutation. He has reached a deal with Wei Jingzhi. You must first find out why he made a deal with Wei Jingzhi."

"When you were looking for clues, did you check who has owned Yinjing for so many years? Since it is an ancient god, it must have an owner. Even if it doesn't exist now, it must have existed in the past."

This Song Minhuan hadn't thought about it, something flashed through his mind, it seemed that he had written about it in some ancient book in Zangshuge...but he couldn't remember.

He patted his head, but still couldn't remember, but since Shen Yingxue mentioned it on purpose, it must be a very useful clue.

"Thank you for the reminder, Master, this disciple has written it down," Song Minhuan couldn't help but said, "I will work hard to complete the task and live up to Master's expectations."

Shen Yingxue is too gentle... On the surface she is strict with them, but in fact she cares about them very much. She is worried that something will happen to them, and she will come over in person and let them solve it by themselves, but she still can't help but give them clues.

Such a good master... must not let him down.

Shen Yingxue's voice was gentle, "Look more and think more, don't be impatient."

Song Minhuan walked around the entire mansion. Most of the maids and servants, including the butler they met in the afternoon, had dense red lines around their necks. He was sure that these servants were all dead.

Moreover, they all died after being beheaded and separated from the corpses. As for why they can speak and act again now, this is probably Yin Jing's handwriting.

Only Yinjing has such ability.

There are also normal people in the mansion, and those normal maids and attendants can't see anything unusual, at most, they can discuss a few words occasionally.

"The servants in the general's mansion are too serious, I have never seen them smile..."

"You think too much, I saw Linglong and the others telling jokes there last time... But I think the mansion is a bit gloomy, maybe it's because the general hasn't come back for a long time, it's good that the general comes back, he has a sense of integrity , ghosts and evils do not touch the body."

Song Minhuan searched around, and finally saw Wei Jingzhi in the ancestral hall in the backyard of the General's Mansion.

He wants to go over and have a look, and be extra careful when approaching. People who are often on the verge of life and death will have extremely sharp perception. He is worried that Wei Jingzhi will notice it.

The filial piety white cloth in the ancestral hall is still hanging, and the white banner cloth is blown by the wind, which looks like a headless figure in white from a distance.

From Song Minhuan's perspective, he could only see Wei Jingzhi kneeling on the ground.This young General Mobei was kneeling facing the ancestral hall, his palms clenched tightly, his back was silent and straight, as if he was carrying a heavy weight on his back.

Relying on the belief he carried, he reached a deal with Yinjing. Yinjing is an ancient god, how could it be easy to make a deal with him?

What kind of belief can support a person, willing to bear a heavy price, and struggle all the way back to Beijing from the bloodbathed battlefield?

It may be that there are regrets in the heart, the lover has not arrived, the relatives have not arrived, the ambition has not been fulfilled, or...the bloody revenge has not been avenged.

I don't know which kind Wei Jingzhi is.

Wei Jingzhi's kneeling lasted all night, and Song Minhuan went back when it was almost dawn. He was not on duty on the first day, so he took a nap in the morning.

"Thirteen, Thirteen, Song Thirteen, get up and eat."

Song Minhuan was pushed through the quilt, and he got up from the bed, and the guards on duty brought them back food, and one of them was carrying a jug of wine.

"I agreed to buy you a drink. Come, come, you don't have to be on duty at night, come and have a drink with us."

Song Minhuan also wanted to inquire about news from them, and a few people filled the small tea table with dishes and wine cups, and the jar was separated by a red cloth, with a circle of red string tied around the outside.

The dishes were put together by a few of them for lunch. There are quite a lot of dishes. In fact, there are no special dishes, but they are beautifully arranged together, and the table looks full.

"The food in the general's mansion is much better than in the barracks. I don't know how many people are envious of our job."

"This is the truth. If my mother finds out that I am working in the General's Mansion, the whole family will be very happy."

In the recent years of war in Libei, and the severe drought in the past two years, it was difficult for the people to farm. Now they have a very rich meal.

The wine jar was opened, and the aroma of the wine inside came out. It was an ordinary fruit wine, it smelled like it was brewed with green fruit, sweet and sour.

"This wine is not intoxicating, drink it like sugar water."

Song Minhuan poured a glass of wine into the wine cup in front of him. He took a sip and put it down. He seemed unintentional and asked, "I heard the butler remind me yesterday that our general misses the old days, but I still have a lot of trouble because of Mrs. Wei and Mrs. Wei." Pregnant?"

"Hush," one of the soldiers glanced outside, closed the door, and then knocked on his head, "You are really brave, where is this place, dare to talk about it in other people's houses."

Although she was blaming him, she still told him what she knew.

"The matter of Master Wei and Mrs. Wei happened a long time ago, and we don't know much about it. At that time, Mr. Wei and Mrs. Wei were sent to Zhao Prison... the general has changed, and he has become depressed. Later, The enemy invaded the border, and the general cheered up and went to the border, and we went with him."

"You don't have nothing to ask about these things, be careful if someone finds out and asks you, your boy's life is not enough."

Song Minhuan said he knew, he didn't ask for any clues, and planned to go out and look for it by himself.

He left the General's Mansion in the afternoon, and drew a symbol in a hidden but visible place in the alley outside the mansion.

The symbol is a circle with a triangle inside and an arrow next to it, pointing to the direction of the General's Mansion.

He said he was looking for clues. In fact, he didn't have much experience, but he knew that he usually went to places with a lot of people.

Dawei Street is very lively, there is a lot of traffic, red lanterns are hung all over the streets, and children on the side of the road are holding candy figurines and singing nursery rhymes.

Li Bei is not within the Twelve States of Jingzhao now, but a long time ago... maybe it was.

These are the conclusions he came to after hearing the nursery rhymes sung by those children.

"The moon is as dark as the moon, the world is full of demons, Changle guards the four directions, and the ten thousand races live forever... Tianming crosses the ghosts, and Earth Tibet cuts all evils. If you ask what is a god and Buddha, I would like to regard Changle as the god. May the general always Stay in the world, grant me a long and peaceful journey away from the North Pacific."

Song Minhuan was still listening to the childish and joyful singing, when suddenly there was a pain in his knee, the child on the side of the road was walking in a hurry, bumped into him, and burst into tears.

He squatted down and came over. The baby was born white and tender, with bright black eyes. He couldn't help but soften his heart, and coaxed him softly, "Don't cry, brother didn't do it on purpose. I'll pay you with candied haws. "

There was a man who bought candied haws next to him. He bought a bunch of candied haws. The child took the candied haws and looked at him defensively. Not afraid of getting sugar juice on his hands, he quickly ran away holding the candied haws.

A passerby on the side of the road looked at him strangely and whispered to him.

"It's really a fool who fell for it... That little wild dog should be happy, he usually has to beg for nothing for a while."

"I didn't ask for money today... I guess I took something good for his shrew sister."

Song Minhuan listened to it, but didn't care.He planned to go to the teahouse to have a look. The teahouse was at the end of the street, and he could hear the sound of laughter and music from a long distance away.

On this street, there are brothels and Chu houses on both sides, all kinds of fragrances are mixed together, and beautifully dressed girls are soliciting customers outside the door.

"Come on, young master, do you want to come in and take a look? Not only do we have girls here, we also have young ladies, tall and mighty ones, lingering ones like water, we have everything you want..."

The corners of Song Minhuan's lips twitched involuntarily, why did he have to wear the latter? Does he look like he likes men?

As he was thinking this, a handkerchief fell from the sky.The moment he wanted to dodge, he couldn't move his body, and his mind couldn't help but concentrate. This person knows magic, and his cultivation is higher than him!

A snow-white veil covered his face. Song Minhuan took the veil off his face and looked up. There was a familiar face beside the vermilion railing on the second floor.

Yin Jing was still dressed in white, without the piano in his hand, and smiled at him, slightly hooking his slender fingertips.

Song Minhuan was very surprised. He held the handkerchief in place for a second, and then his mood became a little complicated.

Yin Jing has already found him?Unexpected and reasonable... After all, it is an ancient fetish. I glanced at him through the night a few days ago, and I am afraid that I have seen through his identity with that glance.

Now that he already knew...he might as well meet each other.

When Song Minhuan entered, a servant led him upstairs, and the servant led him to the last room on the second floor.

"come in."

Song Minhuan pushed open the door, Yin Jing's eyes fell on him, and he looked him up and down.

There was a very faint woody fragrance in the room, and Song Minhuan stood opposite Yin Jing, not knowing what to say.

It was Yin Jing who spoke first, and his gaze became far-reaching, as if he was looking at someone else through him.

"You have a smell that I am very familiar with... He asked you to come here."

Song Minhuan didn't know who Yin Jing was talking about, and as for his smell...he somehow thought of Shen Yingxue.

"We came from outside... There is a mission to come here."

Yin Jing didn't speak, and after a while, she stood up suddenly, retracted her fingertips, and there was a red lotus jade clasp in her hand.

It was the red lotus jade buckle that Shen Yingxue gave him.

Song Minhuan was a little unhappy, and his neck became hollow. He didn't like Yin Jing's self-indulgence.

"I was wrong, yes, 3000 years have passed..."

The red lotus jade buckle returned to Song Minhuan's palm again, Yin Jing had a trace of regret on his face, he recognized the wrong person, and then lost interest.

"Young master, let me advise you, don't meddle in other people's business. You have a way to come in, and I also have a way to keep you from getting out forever."

After Yin Jing said this sentence, his figure disappeared on the spot.