Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan went all the way back to the inn. In the inn, Gong Zilan and the others were all there. After he opened the door and entered, everyone's eyes fell on him.

He didn't know why, so he looked at Young Master Lan and asked, "How did you get it, what happened to Jun Yue Nu?"

"Jun Yuenu will not let it go, you send the holy water," Gong Zilan paused, his eyes fell on him, and then quickly moved away, "Say goodbye to your master, we are leaving. "

The glass-like transparent bottle fell into his hands, and he seemed to feel the spiritual power contained in it through the bottle, and he responded, "I'll go see him."

"You won't be reluctant, will you?" Gong Zilan grabbed a piece of grass from nowhere, and said with his mouth: "Since we are already on the road, boy, you can't choose to give up halfway for the sake of temporary comfort."

"I know," Song Minhuan lowered his eyes, and he held the holy water tightly, "I will say goodbye to him, and it won't take too long."

He came out of the inn, walked through the streets alone, and returned to the main hall, all the words he had prepared were useless.

Shen Yingxue was called away by the elders for something, so she happened to be not in the main hall right now.

There was a prohibition on the holy water, and he stood outside the hall for a long time, thinking that it would be good to say goodbye like this, as Shen Yingxue would miss him.He put down the holy water, and saw a pile of paintings when he passed the coffee table.

The painting is all about him, and there are all kinds of him on it. From his youth to his current appearance, he is always smiling in the painting.

He stood aside and watched for a while, the window was open, he looked up and looked out, as if he could see himself who was guarding the eaves a few days ago.

Shen Yingxue didn't know when to come back. He waited in the hall for a while, but he was still reluctant to leave. He waited until Young Master Lan gave him a voice transmission, but he didn't wait for the person to come back, so he could only leave in the end.

When he left, he looked back, and there were still two disciples guarding the entrance of the main hall, willow branches fluttering in the wind, everything was as usual.

His master is still there, but at this time he has to leave first.No matter how reluctant you are, you have to be willing.

With Yingzhou holy water, Shen Yingxue's old wounds will heal, her ailments will be healed, and her pain will gradually get better...Everything will develop in a good direction.

Without him, Shen Yingxue would be able to take care of herself and not miss him too much.

Song Minhuan could only think so in his heart, he turned and left, his figure gradually disappeared between the layers of eaves.

After he left, Shen Yingxue's figure appeared in the mansion. He looked at the direction where the young man disappeared, with no expression on his face, and slowly looked away.

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"The Gate of the Twelve Nights is really rampant. They dared to make a move at the sword meeting... It's too deceiving."

"That's true. At that time, I misunderstood Shen Shan. If Xianjun hadn't investigated this matter clearly, Shen Shan might have ruined his journey to immortality."

"Fortunately, there is a fairy, and the prosperous world can continue for a day when the fairy is there."

"You can't say that. Xianjun is also a human being. He should have his own choice. It is impossible to protect us all the time."

Several disciples were discussing in a low voice, Song Minhuan passed by them, he went to the inn where Tianxuezong was, and found out where Meng Qi lived now.

Meng Qi now lives in a separate courtyard, guarded by people from Yingzhou outside. They are dressed in foreign costumes, with strange spells carved on their faces, and the spells shine brightly on their faces.

"I want to see Miss Meng."

The guards of Yingzhou were expressionless, "Miss Meng hasn't seen anyone these few days, if you have something to do, you can report to Master Meng."

"Please help me to ask for instructions, give her this token, and she will come out to see me."

In Song Minhuan's palm was a token of his apprenticeship in the Snow Sect, the two guards looked at each other, one of them checked the token, and then opened the door and went in.

After a while, the man came out, and Meng Qi came over to open the door for him in person, with surprise and surprise in his eyes, and a smile on his pale face.

"Shanshan...you come in."

His sword was held back by the guards, and his spiritual power was temporarily sealed. Meng Qi at the side said to him, "I'm making things difficult for you. They are afraid that you will take me away, and those who come in are not allowed to have spiritual power."

"It's okay," Song Minhuan went in together, "Senior Sister, I've heard that you're going to Yingzhou, have you thought it through?"

"Of course I thought it through, Shan Shan," Meng Qi sized him up and said, "I guess Shen Shan is you, how have you been these few years?"

"It's not bad," Song Minhuan said, "What about you? I saw you and Hua Chongjin on the street a few days ago... He didn't seem to be in a good condition, and he didn't bother you two at that time."

"I'm still the same as before." Meng Qi obviously didn't want to say too much about Hua Chongjin, she looked at the young man opposite, and said with a smile: "As long as you live well, you won the first place in the sword competition. You came to the sword meeting for Shen Yingxue?"

Song Minhuan nodded, there was nothing to hide about this matter.

"You two are really..." Meng Qi sighed, "At that time you left, your master was not willing to tell the truth at first, but later when I met him in the sect, he often sat down in the Linhua Palace in a daze. It's been a whole day... it hasn't moved during the day and night."

"I heard that my father tried to persuade him several times, but if Shen Yingxue was serious, she would be very stubborn, so she wouldn't listen to any persuasion."

Meng Qi: "It's not easy for you to meet again now...you don't want to let him down."

"I know, I understand what you said," Song Minhuan listened, and said in a low voice, "Senior sister, to tell you the truth, my body...may not be able to last for a few years. I'm afraid that when I leave, he will be very sad."

"I know I shouldn't...but I can't help but get close to him. It's very contradictory. I don't know what to do."

"Shanshan, you don't have to think so much," Meng Qi looked at him, his eyes soft, "A lot of times, don't be tied up because of the future. You still miss your master now, and Shen Yingxue always has you in her heart... you two People should be together, fate is rare, and it will be difficult to make up for missing it in the future."

"That's what I said," Song Minhuan, "I have to leave soon. If I'm still alive when the dust settles... Master is still willing to accept me, I will definitely go to him when the time comes."

"That's fine too. Since you've made up your mind and insisted on finishing your own path, if you come back halfway, you will inevitably have hidden dangers in the future."

Meng Qi: "I heard that you are with young master Lan and Feng Yuan now?"

Song Minhuan responded, "They are very powerful, and I have learned a lot from them."

"Two days ago, I heard that there were spies from the Twelve Nights Gate in the elders' meeting, Twelve Nights Gate and Young Master Lan. Now that you are standing on Young Master Lan's side, you will definitely not be able to avoid fighting with them."

Meng Qi: "However, you don't need to worry about your current cultivation... What I worry about is that if you face Xiaozhuang, you will not be able to fight at that time."

They have already matched each other, but he didn't tell Meng Qi that, Song Minhuan shook his head, "No, I will match him...and I won't show mercy."

"Senior sister, do you need my help?" He asked.

Meng Qi laughed, "You still know how to miss Senior Sister, but you have never been in vain in the past... This time I chose it myself, and others can't help me."

She didn't know what to think of, and her expression was a bit gloomy, "Going to Yingzhou now, I should never have the chance to meet him again. If he can heal his body, it will be worth it."

"It doesn't matter if he forgets me... In the future, his body will recover, he will enter the immortal sect, and he will be in the Twelve States. When he grows up, he will definitely be more handsome than ordinary men. There will be no women who like him."

"Senior Sister..." Song Minhuan didn't know what to say, and asked in a low voice, "Are you really willing?"

"Shanshan, I understand you now," Meng Qi smiled miserably, "I often persuade you, but you are right, if you really love someone, how can you bear to see him live a bad life."

"I'm willing to use everything I have...in exchange for his safety and success."

Meng Qi looked down at the bottles and jars on the table. The medicine bottles were ugly and had the same crooked handwriting on them. There were beauty plasters, pain medicines, snake repellent powder, and camellia powder.

These bottles and jars are all made by the same person. Every time Hua Chongjin makes something, he will send her a bottle, and give her all the treasures. In fact, he wants her praise.

Although the boy she likes is not as heroic and mighty as an ordinary boy, he is delicate and serious, and treats her very well. He often makes her feel sorry for her, and she is also reluctant to part with him.

Song Minhuan did not speak at the side, he was partial to Meng Qi in his heart, he felt that Hua Chongjin took advantage of it, and Meng Qi paid too much for Hua Chongjin.

"Shanshan, if I can become a saint, you will have as much holy water as you want from Yingzhou in the future."

Song Minhuan also laughed when he heard the words, "Okay, I will look for you when the time comes, and I can exchange it with anything. The holy water can heal Master's wounds."

"The injury on your master's body is indeed very serious..." Meng Qi didn't know what came to her mind, she wanted to say that without the Hu Xinlian, Shen Yingxue might not be able to last for too long, her vitality would slowly dissipate, and finally she would be dissipated in the world.

Seeing the concern in the eyes of the person in front of her, she didn't say anything.

Song Minhuan chatted with Meng Qi for a while, and he went back at night, took his sword from the guard, and saw a red corner of his clothes when he left.

The man in red outside the courtyard wall stood guard there for an unknown how long, his dark eyes looked at the courtyard in the distance, and he stood there for a long time without moving.

Some people are reluctant to let go, some are parting, and some are hard to see in this life.

He went to Shen Yingxue's main hall again at night, and saw a figure at the window from a distance, Shen Yingxue seemed to be playing chess with him.

I don't know how long he watched like this, but when Song Minhuan left, one of the hanging willow branches broke, he stabilized the willow branch, and his figure disappeared on the spot.

"Boy, I sent you a message a few hours ago, why are you coming back now?"

Gong Zilan hit Song Minhuan on the head with his sword, Song Minhuan quickly avoided it, and when he returned to the inn, everyone had packed up.

"I went to see Meng Qi and said goodbye to her."

Gong Zilan sat by the window, looked at the moonlight in the window, he was the most leisurely one, with a wine jar by his hand, for some reason, he seemed a little melancholy today.

"There is a lantern show on the street, I went to smoke one today," Gong Zilan held a red cloth strip in his hand, on which was a poem written in black handwriting.

——This is farewell today, where will we meet again.

Gong Zilan laughed, with pity in his eyes, "It's quite appropriate for the occasion."

"Why do you suddenly feel sad today?" Song Minhuan was quite surprised to see Gongzi Lan's appearance, "Who did you meet?"

When he said that, Feng Yuan laughed beside him and said, "Maybe I just sighed on the spur of the moment."

Song Minhuan noticed the gaze of the three-eyed female ghost on him, and he looked over for no apparent reason. The three-eyed female ghost's eyes were dark, and she opened her mouth to say three words, but she didn't know who she was talking about.

"very pitiful."

The author has something to say: this is farewell now, where will we meet again

————Wei Yingwu's "First Release of Yangzi Jiyuan University Book"