Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan felt a little uncomfortable hearing the three-eyed female ghost's words. He knew that he might not be talking about him, but he felt a little palpitating for no reason.

Since his cultivation has improved, he has been able to clearly perceive the emotions of the people around him, which was brought by Zhuang Li to his heavenly eyes.

He could feel that the three-eyed female ghost was not mocking, but was speaking plainly, but he didn't know who it was.And Gong Zilan is really sad today, I don't know what bad things he recalled.

"Today they went to the teahouse to listen to the opera, and they sang Changle from 3000 years ago," Feng Yuan said, "The flower girl did a good job, the two of them are just like this when they come back, so don't bother with them."

There was Fengyuan rounding the field, Song Minhuan believed it, he nodded, and asked, "When shall we set off?"

"Let's start now. The carriage outside the inn has been parked. If we don't leave, Jun Yuenu will probably send someone over tomorrow."

"Don't fight them yet, we'll see you in Wangushan two years later."

Mu Yin carried a puppet on his back, it seemed that it had just been carved, and when he went downstairs, he took a look, and it looked a bit like the Qiang flute he had seen before.

They got into the carriage together, a group of five people, Mu Yin and the three-eyed female ghost were driving the carriage outside, the three of them sat in the carriage, they were not allowed to use swords in the city of Jingzhao Twelve States, they had to leave the city first.

"Shanshan, how are you and your master getting along these few days?" Gong Zilan's eyes fell on him, "I thought you were reluctant to come back."

The carriage swayed forward, a candle lamp was lit in the carriage, Song Minhuan thought to call him Shanshan today, it seems that the scene in Changle might not be easy, and Gong Zilan was really depressed.

"I'm really reluctant," Song Minhuan touched the wick of the candle with his fingertips, the flame on it burned his fingers, he squeezed it, felt a warm touch, and quickly let go.

"But didn't I promise you that I need to help you get back the Tongtian Halberd. The Gate of Twelve Nights has always been a hidden danger, so I said goodbye to Master."

"He wasn't in the hall when we said goodbye. I didn't meet him, so that's fine. If I saw him, maybe I would be even more reluctant."

His voice was a little low, and when he recalled his dream, he was actually a little sad.

Feng Yuan was listening, the candlelight reflected on her side face, making her look very soft.

"Shanshan, you've done a good job. We thought you wouldn't come back...We didn't expect Shanshan to have such a strong determination, which surprised us."

"What's the matter with your injury?"

Feng Yuan's eyes fell on his chest, where there was a knife wound he stabbed himself the day before.

"The injury is not a hindrance." Song Minhuan lifted the front of his shirt and glanced at it. The wound on it had healed. He replied, "I have to deal with some private matters, which have been resolved now."

He remembered something, his neck was empty, he retrieved the red lotus jade buckle from the storage bag, and put it back on his neck.

He had been wearing the red lotus jade buckle for nearly four years, and it became more and more glamorous, giving birth to a little spirituality when he wore it.

"Maybe it's a private matter between your junior and younger brother?" Gong Zilan guessed it immediately, "If you stab yourself like this, Jun Yuenu will probably think you did a good job... Next time I will send Zhuang Li over, and you will do it again." Give yourself a knife, and we don't have to fight anymore."

These words were full of sarcasm, Song Minhuan's lips tightened, he looked at Gong Zilan, and his tone was not very good, "There will be no next time, Xiaozhuang and I have already broken up."

"It's Xiaozhuang." Gong Zilan raised his eyebrows, "If your master knows, you will probably be mad at you."

Song Minhuan: "..."

Shen Yingxue already knew about it, but she didn't blame him.

Thinking like this, he defended Shen Yingxue, "My master knows, he didn't blame me."

Gong Zilan said "Oh", "Then your master has a really good temper."

Feng Yuan also smiled, "I really dote on you, and I don't even want to blame you if I blame you. I guess your master is so distressed that he is dying."

Song Minhuan opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a while, but he chose to shut up when faced with the jokes of the two.

The candlelight in the carriage flickered for a moment, and the three of them were still talking, and the carriage also shook.

Song Minhuan lifted the curtain of the car, and they had already left the city. It was night, surrounded by gloomy forests, and both sides looked like bottomless dry wells.

"Someone is coming," Song Minhuan sensitively sensed something was wrong, there was a slight movement in the wind, and he blew out the candlelight.

With a "bang", a coercion suddenly fell to the top of their carriage in midair, silver light exploded in the darkness, and a heavy evil spread.

Song Minhuan had white silk tied around his wrist. He sensed the evil spirit, so he quickly backed away to avoid the attack, and covered his eyes with the silk.

The carriage shattered into two halves from the middle, the wooden planks collided and fell down, splashing a little dust, and the icy cold wind blew on their faces, and all of them disappeared in place.

Song Minhuan held the long sword in his hand, he listened intently to the sound of footsteps... one, two, three.

There were three in total.

The sound of the pipa sounded, and an invisible phantom formation opened in front of them, and the voice of the blue pipa came, "Everyone is here, they are all old acquaintances... why don't you come out and meet?"

Song Minhuan leaned against the back of the tree and did not move. Gong Zilan's lazy voice sounded, and the other party seemed to jump down from the tree.

"Why make such a big noise, you're not my opponent, it's meaningless to fight you, let Jun Yuenu come out."

A laugh came from Lan Pipa's voice, "You are not our master's opponent, and our master doesn't even bother to fight with you."

He plucked the lute slowly, "I can't let you leave today, the master has explained, we will be punished if we fail to complete the task."

Gong Zilan said lazily, "Then you will be punished, and you will be beaten when you come out."

With a sound of "bang", the coercion exploded in mid-air, and Gong Zilan sideways avoided the wind blade generated by the strings. With a sound, endless spiritual power erupted, shaking the ground.

The three people who came were Lan Pipa, Shuozhou, and Xu Wanqin.

"Is this the Thousand-Eyed Pipa Formation?" Feng Yuan's voice came, light and ethereal, "Lan, I will fight him, and you go to deal with Shuozhou."

Gongzi Lan responded when he heard the words, his figure disappeared in an instant, the coercion burst out in front of Shuozhou, spiritual power collided with spiritual power, Shuozhou raised the black dimple knife and confronted Gongzi Lan.

Shuozhou didn't fight with much passion, he was no match for Gong Zilan at all, he was thrown twice, and Gong Zilan's voice sounded like a smile but not a smile.

"Hey, Shuozhou, have a bit of backbone, you can't be such a shameless evil god."

Shuozhou: "..."

When they fought against each other, Shuozhou took the time to look at the young man not far away, with no expression on his face, "What are you doing standing there stupidly, watching a play? Why don't you hurry to find someone."

Xu Wanqin didn't speak, his eyes fell on Feng Yuan and Gongzi Lan, obviously with a little curiosity, after all, they were gods 3000 years ago.

Hearing Shuozhou's words, he stood in the tree close to Song Minhuan and said calmly: "If we don't come out yet, we'll pretend to fight."

His voice was neither loud nor low, and everyone present could hear it.

Blue Pipa Shuozhou: "..."

This kid is really relying on his master to spoil him, don't be too arrogant.

Song Minhuan: "..."

The corner of his lips twitched invisibly, and he also came back from behind the tree.The long sword was out of its sheath, he collided with Xu Wanqin's sword light, and the two retreated at the same time, his coercion was obviously stronger.

"Zhuang Li came back yesterday, he didn't look well, as if his wife died."

Xu Wanqin was still in the mood to joke at this time, while avoiding his sword energy, while chatting with him, "I heard you stabbed yourself?"

The wound had stopped hurting a long time ago, but now that Xu Wanqin said so, he felt that the wound started to hurt again.

Song Minhuan said indifferently, "None of your business."

His sword energy swept across Xu Wanqin's side face, and blood immediately soaked out. Xu Wanqin wiped his face with no expression on his face.

"You brothers and sisters have such a good relationship," Xu Wanqin said, and his sword moves became sharper, "I'm very envious."

"Sometimes I often think, if only you could be my senior brother, or Zhuang Li could be my senior brother."

Song Minhuan heard that the sword energy was a little crooked and cut off a row of branches. He felt that Xu Wanqin might be mentally ill. He paused and said seriously: "My master has stopped accepting apprentices. If you really want to do it with us Brother, it is not impossible to kill Jun Yuenu and enter the Snow Sect."

Shuozhou who heard the words from the side: "..."

Being so distracted, he was blown away by Gongzi Lan.

Lan Pipa continued to pluck the strings, with a smile in his voice, "These two children are interesting, why not take them back together as companions."

They have always wanted to do whatever they want at Twelve Nights Gate, and all of them have a temperament of doing whatever they want, Shuozhou was afraid that Lan Pipa would really be overwhelmed for a while, so he said coldly.

"There are already enough children, one more, and the ghost town will be turned upside down."

Mu Yin and the three-eyed female ghost were hiding in the dark. The three-eyed female ghost wanted to go to help several times, but was dragged back by Mu Yin, "Let's prepare the crane horse, don't worry about them. They will be fine."

The two walked out from the Yin forest, and in Mu Yin's palm, there were several gold-like silk threads of red tassel oil.

Feng Yuan and Lan Pipa did not lose the wind at all, she opened the third eye between her brows at this time, raised her lips and said: "Shan Shan can't be given to you, he is our child."

The moon hung high in the mid-air, and an invisible formation opened up.The sound of the wind was still at this moment, and the vegetation stopped making sounds. Suddenly, Lan Pipa, Shuozhou, and Xu Wanqin all stopped in place.

Xu Wanqin was still holding a sword to kill him. Song Minhuan knew that this was an illusion woven by Feng Yuan. He had always had a shadow of the illusion, and guessed that the three people would not be able to figure it out for a while.

He took off the white silk, and patted Xu Wanqin's face with his sword. Xu Wanqin's face was expressionless, and he was still holding the sword in his hand, motionless.

"Trash," Gong Zilan sneered, picked up a branch and tried to chop Shuozhou's black dimple knife, but the black dimple knife did not change at all, but the branch in his hand was broken.

Gongzi Lan: "..."

"They won't be able to come out for an hour," Feng Yuan closed her third eye between her brows, "Let's go now."

Gong Zilan gave a "hmm" and a handkerchief appeared in his hand. He cut off Shuozhou's fingers and dipped them to write on the handkerchief.

"No matter what, I have to leave a gift for Jun Yuenu."

A few words soaked in blood appeared crookedly on the handkerchief.

——Shengjun’s own handwriting