Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan knew in his heart that in his heart, Shen Yingxue was a higher existence than Chang Le, no matter what the other party's status was, in his heart he was the most holy and most noble existence.

He will always hold Yangchun Baixue on his heart, and swear to protect that touch of whiteness to the death.

"Master is no worse than Chang Le," Song Minhuan said in a low voice. He remembered Shen Yingxue he met a few days ago. At that time, he didn't see Shen Yingxue's injury. He left too hastily.

He understood what Feng Yuan meant, and Feng Yuan asked him to meet Shen Yingxue, meaning that he would not have to care too much about what Young Master Lan said, and let him follow his own heart.

"Thank you Master Fengyuan, I understand."

"I said that you don't need to call me lord. If you really want to call me, you might as well call me sister."

Sister Fengyuan sounds much better than Lord Fengyuan.

"You will take advantage." Gong Zilan laughed, talking about the past, "When we first met, we used to call her the three-eyed monster... Later she beat us up, and we changed our name .”

Seeing Feng Yuan's expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, looking at Gongzi Lan who was at the side, Gongzi Lan immediately closed his mouth knowingly, coughed, and changed the subject.

Song Minhuan was a little surprised at the side, so he laughed and asked, "What is he called? Six-armed monster?"

"No, they called him Grasshopper back then, because grasshoppers also have six legs."

"LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL."

Song Minhuan was drinking tea and almost spit it out. Seeing that Young Master Lan's face turned black, he couldn't help laughing.

Mu Yin on the side looked at Feng Yuan, obviously disapproving in his eyes, and didn't like to hear someone say that Young Master Lan is not good at all.

Several people chatted and laughed, and chatted by candlelight until midnight. Song Minhuan returned to his room. He couldn't sleep at night, and this night was also too peaceful.

They lived on the second floor of the inn. When the window was opened, there was a pear tree planted in the yard of the inn outside. The white pear blossoms were in full bloom, and there was a strong fragrance in front of their noses.

Standing by the window for a while, there were also pear blossoms falling on the window sill. He reached out to touch it, and felt a cold area, and it was raining outside.

The rain curtain gradually blocked the sight in front of me, like scattered bead curtains, splashed on the ground, the pear blossoms were blown withered and dilapidated, reflected in the night, and the candlelight also flickered.

Song Minhuan quietly listened to the sound of the rain, and a cold wind was blowing in. He sat on the edge of the bed and began to meditate, while listening to the sound of the rain, he recited exercises.

There was nothing in his ears except the sound of rain, and he gradually felt drowsy. When it was almost dawn, he leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

After sleeping like this, he slept until the morning. When he woke up again, the rain had stopped, there was a circle of candle tears beside the candle, and there was still the scent of pear blossoms in the room.

Song Minhuan looked at the window as if aware of it, the sandalwood window was closed at some time, he clearly remembered that the window was not closed the day before.

Someone came over at night?There is a formation he has set up in the room, if someone comes in, he can't be unaware.

Song Minhuan stood up, he pushed open the window, the rain had stopped outside, and the muddy ground was still wet.On his window sill, there is a small handful of pear blossoms that have not been scattered by the rain.

The pear blossoms are blooming with pure white flower branches, with a few drops of water on them, which looks holy and noble.

Someone obviously put it here, was there last night?

Song Minhuan held the pear blossoms, and he searched the entire inn with his spiritual sense, everything in the inn was as usual, there was no trace of that person, and that person had already left.

A figure couldn't help appearing in his mind, could it be Shen Yingxue?

"Shanshan, you haven't woken up yet?" The voice of the three-eyed female ghost came from outside the door, and the three-eyed female ghost seemed to come to call him, and the sword meeting would be too late.

"It's over," Song Minhuan replied, he put the pear blossoms into the bottle on the coffee table, then picked up his sword and opened the door for the three-eyed female ghost.

Going to the place of the competition, many disciples have already come, and many elders of the sect have also come.When he participated in the competition, he used illusions to conceal his appearance. The illusions were done by Feng Yuan for him to ensure that no one would recognize them.

But in many cases, you don't need to look at his appearance to identify a person. You may look at his eyes, his back, his posture, and his temperament. These are all easy to recognize.

Song Minhuan saw Meng Qi from a long distance away. Meng Qi came here alone. Hua Chongjin was eliminated in the previous day's competition, which seemed to be due to physical problems.

He looked at Meng Qi's lost soul, and felt a little bit unbearable, but he didn't go up to call for someone.

The elders were all in the stands above, Song Minhuan scanned around, but did not find Shen Yingxue's figure.

The competition started soon. He had three competitions on this day. He won the first two competitions. In the last competition, his opponent was Lanyin from Lanhuafeng.

"Jiu Yang." Lan Yin, who was opposite, had an ordinary face, and his figure and temperament were a little out of character. There seemed to be evil in his eyes, and he was teasing.

Song Minhuan frowned, her intuition was not very good, so she was waiting for him here?No matter what, he won't lose this game.

The two swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the sharp sword lights collided together. Song Minhuan's long sword was aimed at the opponent's vital point, and the two exchanged several moves. The melodious pipa sound.

Blue Pipa! ?

Song Minhuan became alert in his heart, and he retracted the blade in an instant.However, before he could withdraw his sword, a very thin line was drawn on Lanyin's neck in front of him, and his eyes protruded, looking at him with incredible and shocked eyes.

This appearance is completely different from when he was fighting with him just now.

Hot blood dripped on his sword, and Lan Yin in front of him fell down. When he fell down, his face still maintained the disbelief of death. With a "bang", the sword in the opponent's hand fell to the ground.

The disciples below were silent for a moment, and soon there were discussions.

"What's going on... Lanyin? Did Shen Shan touch Lanyin?"

"He's dead...Shen Shan killed someone...he killed someone."

Some disciples realized that it was a pity, "Why did he kill people? He could have won the first place... this time he will never have a chance with the Sword Society again."

"Perhaps it was because he was afraid that someone would take away his first place, but Lanyin won the first place in ten competitions... He took the lead with his sword, and suddenly became murderous."

"Yesterday I heard that Shen Shan posted a battle post for Lan Yin, but Lan Yin didn't go... The battle post was about midnight, maybe I wanted to do it yesterday."

"Those who come from the small sect... just can't get on the stage."

The Yuehua white robe on Song Minhuan's body was splashed with blood, the surrounding discussions fell on his ears, and his fingertips were also stained with the other party's blood, from warm to cold little by little.

He looked along, and all the disciples below were discussing in a low voice, looking at him with strange eyes, those disciples seemed to have disappeared... He met the eyes of the man in the black robe at the end.

The sound of the pipa disappeared. This ancient fetish can not only be used to confuse people, but also to kill people.

He seemed to be able to see an extremely thin string on the neck of the fallen Lanyin. The string flashed and quickly disappeared in midair.

The blue pipa in the distance is wearing a black hooded gown, with sun-eye patterns on his cuffs, holding the pipa in his arms, with a little flair in his eyes, he raised his lips towards him in the crowd.

The figure of Lan Pipa quickly disappeared, leaving only doubts and contempt in the eyes of the disciples.

Several figures appeared beside him, and the elders sent someone over.

They all wore snow-white robes with holy peony patterns, and the words "Presbyterian Church" were engraved on the tokens around their waists.The people from the Presbyterian Church went to sniff Lan Yin on the ground, and the man in charge said to him politely, "Fang Yuezong Shen Shan, we now have definite evidence to suspect that you killed your disciple during the competition. The competition is temporarily terminated. Now please follow us." Go to Sishen Hall."

Sishentang is the place where the elders hold trials in three courts.

"Evidence?" Song Minhuan raised his eyes and asked calmly, "How can I prove that I killed him?"

The man's voice was unhurried, "We have seen with our own eyes that you are the only party involved, and you are the most suspected."

"My sword energy has been sealed since the competition." Song Minhuan threw the long sword in his hand to the opponent, "Even if I wanted to, I have no ability to kill him at all."

There is a binding formation on the dusty sword. The formation has an hour, and it will be released automatically after an hour. It has not been an hour yet, and there is no trace of the formation being destroyed.

"As far as we know, you didn't use sword energy in the competition two days ago. At that time, no disciple could survive a quarter of an hour in your hands. We reasonably suspect that if your cultivation base reaches the seventh heaven, then you don't need sword energy It is also completely possible to kill disciples below the Fifth Heaven Realm."

Really waiting for him here, Song Minhuan saw Gong Zilan and Feng Yuan in the crowd, Gong Zilan still had a straw in his mouth, obviously watching the excitement was not a big deal.

Song Minhuan wasn't worried, he said, "I'm just more proficient in swordsmanship, and I haven't reached the seventh level of heaven. If you don't believe me, just find a detection stone to try."

The detection stone can only detect the cultivation base below the Ninth Heaven Realm. If it is below the Ninth Heaven Realm, suppressed cultivation will also be detected by the detection stone, but it may not be the case if it is above the Ninth Heaven Realm.

Of course, no one here will believe that his cultivation has broken through the Ninth Heaven Realm.

Several men from the Presbyterian Church glanced at each other, and one of them went to fetch the detection stone on the spot. The detection stone showed that it was between the sixth and seventh, but not the seventh.

The disciples below were discussing a lot, and many opinions were wavering for a while.

"It is true that there are people who are proficient in swordsmanship, but their apparent cultivation is higher than their actual cultivation, such as Xu Wanqin from Haoyue Peak... that's the case with him."

"This kind of person has always been more talented in swordsmanship, maybe there is something else hidden."

"It's true that he doesn't need to make a move in today's competition. Doing it today... is completely self-destructive."

The Council of Elders couldn't easily release him, he was still the biggest suspect, so they didn't let him go back, but let him stay in Sishen Hall temporarily.

"If I am innocent and I win the competition, I will be number one."

Song Minhuan's voice was affirmative. He didn't ask for an explanation, but told the other party that he really should take the first place.

The man headed by the Presbyterian Council laughed, and the hooded robe covered most of his face, and replied in a low voice: "If you are innocent, we will naturally let you go, and the result of the competition will be the same as before."

"Notify Master Gu and Elder Feng of this matter, and Xianjun will also report it."

"Young Master Song, I've offended you."

The leading man put on shackles for him. Hearing this sentence, Song Minhuan's expression changed a little, and he raised his head instantly.

He saw the face of the man in front of him clearly.

——It was an ordinary, gentle and comfortable face that he was very familiar with. He used to call Senior Brother Lan Su every day.