Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan's figure reappeared in the courtyard, and Gongzi Lan's figure disappeared.The puppet man next to him cleaned up the sycamore branches in the corner of the yard, found that the man had returned, and turned to look at him.

"Won?"

Song Minhuan now understood that it was not an illusion. His shoulders were still hurting, his throat was still soaked in blood, and his veins seemed to be loosening.

"No win," Song Minhuan opened his mouth. He looked at the man picking up sycamore branches and asked, "Do you clean this place every day?"

"Well", the man stood up, his eyes fell on the wound on his shoulder, "Injured from fighting?"

Song Minhuan didn't care about his injuries, he looked at the scarred face of the man in front of him.The scar almost covered the entire face, but those eyes were very gentle, with faint concern in them.

If someone was born and told him that he only had ten years to live, maybe he would be relieved. Now that he needs to make his own choice, he feels a little bit reluctant.

What are you reluctant to give up?He felt a little empty in his heart, originally his fate was a dead end, but now that Young Master Lan asked him to make a choice, in fact he had already made the choice for him.

It is clear at a glance whether a person's life is more important than the lives of the whole world, and he also thinks so in his heart. What Gong Zilan said is right, but they are not the only ones.

Even if he is asked to make a choice, he will still choose the world between another person and the world.

Even if he knew it was a dead end... He doesn't like to be treated coldly as a tool. Gong Zilan did the right thing, but he feels somewhat unwilling.

There are also some unspeakable reluctance, and the reluctance is because of the people in front of me.

He didn't hear the man talking to him clearly, and after a while he came back to his senses, he nodded subconsciously, guessing that he was asking about his injury.

"It's okay, it'll be fine later."

His voice was very soft, much gentler than usual.

The shoulder was still hurting, Song Minhuan looked at the sycamore branch in the puppet man's hand, "You finished packing, where are you going?"

In fact, he knew in his heart that when he returned to the yard, the man would follow behind him, and guard outside his yard after he fell asleep.

On the eaves of his roof and outside the window, men often stayed there. When they got bored, they would pull the sycamore tree in the yard, and the branches and leaves of a sycamore tree were pulled bald by the man.

Men dare not enter the room to see him, because he will find out.

"Go to sleep," said the man.

Song Minhuan: "You puppets still need to sleep?"

"It's really different from your monks," the puppet man nodded and whispered, "I work during the day and rest at night."

"Where do you rest? Can you take me there to have a look." Song Minhuan asked.

The man's eyes were calm, and he looked at the wound on his shoulder again, and put down the sycamore branch in his hand, "It's not far from here, I can take you there, I happen to have wound medicine there."

He followed the man to the place where the man lived. It was a side yard similar to his. The yard was cleaned up very cleanly. The man led him into the room.

The room was empty, with only a bed and a coffee table, and nothing else.

The man went to the yard and moved a bamboo stool for him, and placed it next to the tea table. After letting him sit down, he took out two blue and white porcelain bottles from the corner under the bed.

"I also have wound medicine there, I'll go to Cold Spring later," Song Minhuan said, and still took the wound medicine, he was willing to take what the man gave.

"You rest here on weekdays?" He asked.

The man nodded. There were still some sycamore branches in the yard. The man asked him, "When are you going to soak in the cold spring?"

"Go over later, I want to stay with you for a while now."

Song Minhuan: "You don't want me to stay here?"

"No," the man answered quickly this time, and paused, "I'm worried about your injury."

"He doesn't attack lightly," the man said, with a cold tone, and then fell silent.

"I cut off one of his hands," Song Min laughed happily, "It's not a loss, even though he still lost, it's reasonable."

"However, it is also rewarding. He used the body of the idol to fight me."

After he said that, the puppet man listened quietly, waiting for his next words.

"Are you also so seldom on weekdays?" Song Minhuan looked at the person in front of him, thinking that the person had been by his side for so long pretending to be a puppet, his eyes softened a lot.

Shen Yingxue used to talk a lot to him, always asking him a lot of questions, and caring for him tenderly, but now that she has become a puppet, she talks a lot less, and only pretends to peek at him inadvertently.

The puppet man never thought he would ask this question, and after a pause, he said, "What do you want me to say?"

"Will you say anything I ask you?" Song Minhuan, "I want you to talk to me more, I'm bored here, and I'm the only one practicing swords on weekdays."

"You practice sword very hard, and I will disturb you when I talk to you on weekdays." The man replied.

"How can it be considered an interruption?" Song Minhuan said with lowered eyes, "I like you talking to me, and I ask you questions on weekdays, but you always ignore me."

It wasn't like this before, was it because I was actually a little angry with him?Angry that he left without saying goodbye?But he can't ask now. Now the other party is hiding his identity and is unwilling to tell him.

After he said these two sentences, the puppet man on the opposite side fell his eyes on his face, looked at him for a while, and his tone became much colder.

"I've only been with you for a few months, and I don't have much contact with you on weekdays. You fell in love so quickly?"

It sounded like there was something wrong with this, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with it, Song Minhuan reacted for a while, and realized that the other party was not happy.

Why not happy, Shen Yingxue thought he didn't know his identity, so she thought he changed his mind so quickly?

Do not believe him so much?

Song Minhuan had never seen Shen Yingxue, who was pretending to be a puppet, get angry with him before, so he followed along and said, "I think you are very special, and I like being with you very much."

Although the other party looked completely mediocre, but the soul was that person, after he confirmed it, even if he didn't pay attention on the surface, he actually paid attention to it all the time.

He actually had a lot of questions to ask, guessing that the other party often disappeared for ten days and half a month, probably because the sect was too busy.Gong Zilan also said that something happened in the fairy gate, so busy, why do you want to come here to watch him practice swords and pick up sycamore branches?

Even if the two sides are tossing about, the other party is still silent and unwilling to reveal their identity. What is this trying to do?

Now that he's showing affection for him, he's not happy again.

Song Minhuan watched the puppet man's aura become much colder than usual, the man didn't speak for a while, and then said seemingly unintentionally: "I heard that you and the fairy were in love with each other, but now you have forgotten him so quickly ?”

"Xianjun is my master, I really miss him." Song Minhuan's mood improved a lot, "I treat you differently from him, I just wanted to say a few more words to you, why did you react so strongly?" ?”

With such an answer, the puppet man was silent for a while, staring at him with deep eyes, without saying anything, he went to the window sill outside in a good-tempered manner and brought in the teacup and teapot for washing.

The man poured himself a cup of tea. The tea was jasmine flowers picked on the mountain before. He poured a cup for him first, and then poured another cup for himself.

The way of making tea is exactly the same as before, the tea is placed in the bottom half, and the other half is added with water before being put in.

Song Minhuan saw it at a glance. Seeing that the other party didn't speak, he asked again: "Why didn't you speak, are you angry?"

The aroma of tea came out, and the man said "um", "Go back."

Song Minhuan: "..."

He didn't expect the other party to give him an order to evict him directly. He pursed his lips tightly, got up and left without drinking the tea on the table, and shocked the pear blossoms in the yard to fall to the ground.

After walking for a short time, he felt someone following him. He didn't look back. He heard the footsteps faltering. The foot that landed was heavy, and he could tell who it was.

Since the man's calf was injured last time, he has been unable to walk easily.

He went to the cold spring to soak for an hour, and his tendons were more severely injured than he imagined.He recuperated for an entire hour, and his spiritual power was exhausted. It is estimated that he will have to warm up for a few days, and the road was a little unstable when he came out.

The cold spring was in the cave on the mountain, Song Minhuan saw a familiar black Taoist robe, he stayed in the cold spring for a while, the sound of the water became louder, the puppet man outside hesitated for a moment, but came in anyway.

"Didn't you let me go, why did you still follow me?"

He has seen the man, and the man has no intention of hiding.He was only wearing an underwear, and the man frowned looking at the blood on the ground.

The man turned around and left again. He waited in the cave for a while, and the other party brought a snow-white Taoist robe over after a while, and the clothes were neatly folded and put aside.

"I can't walk anymore, you can carry me back."

As Song Minhuan said this, he touched the snow-white Taoist robe next to him, which was somewhat similar to the one he usually wears.

It seemed at this time that he realized that the young man was acting abnormal today. The puppet man stared at the young man for a while, neither saying good nor bad, and finally bent down in front of the young man.

"You are so kind to me," Song Minhuan hugged the man's neck, and he was carried back along the original road by the man. It was already dark outside, the moonlight shone down, and the bamboo forest swayed against the full moon.

"I've only met one person who treated me so well," Song Minhuan said. "Before I left, I was thinking that I might never see him again in this life."

He never thought that Shen Yingxue would come to him.

"I don't know how he is doing now, whether the injuries on his body still hurt, whether he has cultivated well," Song Minhuan said, "It would be great if there was more time."

He was rambling on, the man listened carefully to his speech, did not respond to him, but slowed down his pace, and the gentle evening wind blew over, as if answering for him.

——He is living very well now, the injury on his body does not hurt, and he misses you every day.

Song Minhuan said in a low voice: "If there is a next life, he still doesn't want to be a fairy... Being a fairy has too much to worry about, and the protection of the world is handed over to others. He just needs to be Shen Yingxue."

He could imagine that Shen Yingxue would not let something happen in the Immortal Gate, even if she was seriously injured, she would definitely go to help.

He actually didn't want Shen Yingxue to pass, he was worried about Shen Yingxue.

After talking for a while, he became sleepy. He lay on the man's back, as if returning to many nights in the past. At that time, Shen Yingxue carried him like this, in Linhua Peak, in the Zongmen Bamboo Forest.

The person in the dream also treated him with such care. He smelled the familiar orchid fragrance, and for a moment, he couldn't distinguish reality from the dream.