Immortals come on the moon

"Holy Lord?" Song Minhuan looked at the four words, and he watched Gong Zilan stuff the handkerchief into Shuozhou's arms.

Not far away, there was the long cry of the paper crane, and the red gilt thread fell to the ground. Mu Yin and the three-eyed female ghost were on the paper crane.

Gong Zilan grabbed the hanging red thread and jumped onto the paper crane, and they jumped up together. After jumping up, the paper crane waved its wings and let out a "beep--".The cool night wind blows on the face head-on, and the shadowy forest behind him is getting farther and farther away.

"Jun Yuenu is the emperor's usurpation?"

The night was as sinking as water, Young Master Lan leaned on the paper crane, raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Who told you that?"

"Then why did you write Shengjun's handwriting on the handkerchief?"

"I wrote it for you. My name is so boring." Gongzi Lan pulled a paper crane feather from one side and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's interesting to use your name, Jun Yuenu will think you are provoking him."

Song Minhuan couldn't be fooled by him, and asked, "You know Jun Yuenu's identity, why don't you want to tell me?"

"Who told you that I know," Gong Zilan, "No one has known his identity throughout the ages. I'm just guessing, but I'm not sure."

"Although my guess is 90.00% likely to be him, I can't guarantee the remaining [-]%. The important thing is that I can't tell you the guess, boy, do you know why?"

Song Minhuan subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"The phantom array on Wangushan was arranged by Jun Yuenu. He has been hiding his identity. If I tell you, you will be easily confused by the appearance, so you won't be able to get out."

"In it, he may be a beggar, an old man, a man, or a woman... If I tell you my guess, it will make you lose your ability to judge."

"That said, there's never been a defined scope for who he is... He could be anyone, anyone could be him, but there's something in common."

"As for what the common ground is, you need to feel and figure it out with your heart."

Such a statement is really unbelievable. Feng Yuan, who was on the side, heard the conversation between the two of them, and said to Song Minhuan: "Shanshan, what he said is correct. We used to suffer a lot because of his identity."

"It is possible to judge his identity because there were less than three people living in the world whose cultivation level could be compared with Chang Le's, and the timing of his appearance was too coincidental."

"But later we discovered that even knowing his identity is useless. He can be anyone, and he never uses the same identity for too long."

"The silver-haired scepter you see now... is a symbol of his current status as a servant, but if you think about it carefully, did he have other identities?"

Song Minhuan recalled that Jun Yuenu was Lan Su's senior brother of their Tianxue Sect, and he really didn't recognize him when he pretended to be Lan Su...he was a guard of the Presbyterian Church before, and he also failed to recognize him.

"He is extremely good at controlling people's emotions. If your emotional weakness is discovered by him, it will be infinitely magnified by him in the phantom formation."

"It's... really difficult to deal with," Song Minhuan said honestly, "He has many identities, and he exposed himself to me several times, and I didn't discover it."

After thinking about it so carefully, it was really dangerous. He couldn't recognize Jun Yuenu, but Jun Yuenu could recognize him.

"If it was easy to deal with, we would have killed him 3000 years ago."

Gong Zilan snorted, "Wan Gushan is the best time, when he will enter the illusion array, it will be much easier to kill him inside, as long as you can find the real "him"."

"Goodness and kindness can be done. You have goodness and evil in your heart, and you can tell the truth from falsehood in human nature." Feng Yuan said softly.

Gong Zilan: "He can't even recognize which red lotus in the lotus pond is his master."

"When did you fail to recognize it?" Song Minhuan argued, "It's just that I couldn't recognize it at the beginning, and then I could feel that Master is different from other red lotuses."

"What's different? It's a little bigger than other red lotuses?"

Song Minhuan: "..."

He had nothing to say, looked at Young Master Lan's expressionless face, and ignored him.

The crane and horse flew all day and night, and they arrived at the site of the old Gongzilan clan.Now he can go in and out of that door at will, and the ruins are still the same as before, but there are more puppets.

The puppets were all carved out by Mu Yin, their faces were glowing with red tassels, some were tidying up sycamore branches in the sycamore forest, some were cleaning the yard, and some were weaving things with hemp rope.

Song Minhuan came in first with a sword in hand, they had traveled a long distance, and he would stay here to practice the magic formation.

The illusion array is his weakness, every time he is easily confused by Shen Yingxue in the illusion array.

He went back to his own yard as usual, he stayed in the small yard for three years, and a layer of dust settled in it when he went out for a few months, he wiped off the dust, cleaned the room, meditated for a while and then went to practice sword again.

In the past, he couldn't cut down the sycamore branches next to the stone platform, but now he had to control his strength, otherwise the whole sycamore forest would be destroyed.

The sword light refracted from the sword body, and spiritual power was concentrated in the air. He held the long sword in his hand and drew two sword flowers in midair.

In this way, he has returned to the previous days, practicing sword and meditating every day, the difference is that now he can go out if he wants to, and he doesn't have to stay here every day.

In the twelve states, he put on the mask of the sage, and he was the incarnation of the gods in the world, punishing evil and promoting good, saving evil spirits, and covering the temporary haze and storm for many common people.

Hearing that Shen Yingxue was in seclusion again, Shen Yingxue had been in seclusion for several months, he traveled around with Young Master Lan, and in a short while, he became famous in the Twelve States.

There are rumors about him in the world.

"What is the reincarnated sage, I saw it with my own eyes last time, but it was a young man in his twenties, probably a young master from some fairy sect, who thought he could pretend to be a sage by wearing a mask."

"He has done a lot of things in the Twelve States. I don't know if there are any rumors in the ghost world. The reincarnated holy king... the holy king didn't have a good end in the past."

"Such publicity, many people are already eyeing him now, how can the distinction between good and evil be so clear... It will be up to him to make a choice then."

In a certain teahouse, Song Minhuan and Gong Zilan were sitting together. Two bowls of hot tea had just been served on their table.

"My master has left the customs, and I heard that he has come to Zhanmeng City."

Song Minhuan received the news very quickly. He said this to Young Master Lan, and heard Young Master Lan say, "Do you want to go find him?"

"I want to go and have a look," Song Minhuan said, "If I don't wear the red lotus jade buckle, he won't be able to find me. I want to go and see his injuries."

He kept his ears open to listen to the comments of the people around him, and when he heard that Shen Yingxue had left the seclusion, and at the same time Gu Wujiu had entered the seclusion, he wanted to know if Shen Yingxue's injuries had healed.

"His injury has healed a lot," Gongzi Lan put down the teacup, "You will only feel more and more reluctant to see him again."

"At that time, I'm afraid I won't have the heart to leave."

Song Minhuan said in a low voice: "I just took a look. Last time I came back, I always felt uneasy. I was worried that something was wrong with him."

"Just one look."

He lowered his eyes, it seemed that he was discussing with Gong Zilan, but he had actually made a decision.Even if Gong Zilan disagreed, he would go over and have a look.

"Okay, you go there," Young Master Lan, "Anyway, you may not be able to see anyone, remember to come back at night, we still have tasks to do."

"These people are not all waiting to see your play, we will give them a good show, let them see that the reincarnated sage is not in vain."

Song Minhuan was a little helpless, feeling that Gong Zilan had the same personality as a three-year-old child, but he didn't say anything, thinking about Shen Yingxue, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

Because he walked fast, he didn't hear the follow-up to the discussion about Shen Yingxue beside him.

"Shen Yingxue just left the seclusion, Gu Wujiu went into seclusion, what's going on with these two people now?"

"I don't know, I heard that there is a way to break the phantom array of Wangushan, I don't know if it is true or not..."

Gong Zilan put down the teacup in his hand, he threw a golden bead on the table, and disappeared in the teahouse in the same figure.

After going out, Gong Zilan glanced at the young man hiding in the crowd in the distance, he grabbed a willow leaf, held it in his mouth, and followed.

The City Lord's Mansion was not far away, and Song Minhuan quietly stepped onto the roof of the City Lord's Mansion. There was an enchantment outside, and the enchantment couldn't stop him.He looked at the layout of the mansion on the eaves, and guessed the approximate location of Shen Yingxue.

He came to the outside of Shen Yingxue's courtyard, there were many guards outside, Shen Yingxue was a distinguished guest, and it seemed that he was staying with the city lord.

After a while, someone came out from inside, and he saw the Lord of Zhanmeng City and a familiar figure.

The city lord of Zhanmeng City didn't know what he was talking about, Shen Yingxue's expression was indifferent, she nodded slightly after listening, and sent the person out.

Judging by Shen Yingxue's face, it was better than before, maybe it was because of the improvement of the injury, he watched Shen Yingxue return to the main hall from the eaves.

After the door was closed, he couldn't see anyone. Song Minhuan stayed on the eaves until dark, until he received a voice transmission from Gongzi Lan.He looked at the shadow of Shen Yingxue reflected in the window, and looked at it for a long time before looking away.

On the streets and alleys at night, bright lights were lit on both sides. He avoided the passing crowd, and the moonlight cast silver light all over the place. Suddenly, a small figure ran towards him.

Subconsciously, he reached out to catch it, and his fingertips touched the dirty skirt of his clothes. It was a little boy who hit him.

The little boy's hair was disheveled, and his whole body was wrapped tightly, only his face and hands were exposed.His face was equally dirty, his eyes were dark and heavy, staring straight at him, his lips were dry and pale.

Song Minhuan helped the little boy up, but the little boy was still grabbing him by the corner of his clothes, staring at him and asking, "Are you the Holy King?"

How does this kid know?Song Minhuan thought about it, leaned down and shook her head, "I am a holy king, and I am not a holy king...Everyone can be a holy king, and everyone can not be a holy king."

The little boy said in a soft voice, "You are the Holy King...then can you save my mother?"

"My mother is dying. Someone needs to save her. Can you help her?"

Song Minhuan felt a strong sense of death in this child, and he sent a message to Gongzi Lan, but there was no news from Gongzi Lan, so he turned his head and glanced.

He was still in the crowd, but he seemed to be cut off from the crowd.

"Where is your mother now?"

He didn't say whether he could be rescued, but the little boy then led the way for him, and he followed the little boy through the streets and the passers-by.

"My mother is dead, but she is still alive now," the little boy walked in front, with most of his face covered, and asked him in a low voice, "What do you mean... what is the difference between life and death?"

"The living have breathing, heartbeat, body temperature and emotion," Song Minhuan, "the dead have only obsessions, no breathing, no heartbeat, and no body temperature or emotion."

The little boy remained silent and continued to lead the way.

Gradually, there was no one around them. The little boy stopped at the door of a remote and dilapidated yard. The yard was locked, and beside it was a thatched shed, which was hastily covered with rags.

Before he got close, he smelled a stench, and there was a strong smell of blood. There were messy dark brown blood stains on the ground, and he didn't know how it was caused.

The little boy didn't seem to notice, he lifted the shattered rag, and the shed was displayed in front of him.

It was a woman whose whole body had rotted, she was in the shadows, her whole body was bluish white, her skin was covered with corpse spots, only the whites of her eyes remained, and her black pupils disappeared.

On her forehead, there are many eyes, those eyes are black and white, with faint red blood inside, and there are dense black threads beside them, which seem to be sewn on with threads.

There was a dark wind blowing along, and the stench was pungent. When she realized something, the woman in the shed turned her head stiffly, and looked at him with those eyes without whites.

"This is the evil curse of the thousand eyes. Under this evil curse, the body will appear as a dead person, but in fact she is still alive."

The voice of the visitor was clear and cold, and a section of silver-white hair was caught at the corner of his eyes. Jun Yuenu stood tall beside him, and the corners of his lips curled up slowly.

"When the time is up, this evil curse will be attached to the people who come into contact with her. Before that, she had contact with many people. When the time is up... her son will also fall under the evil curse. When the time comes, this evil The spell will spread throughout Zhanmeng like a plague."

"As long as you kill her, you can save the whole city, Thirteen, you should know how to do it."

With kindness on Jun Yuenu's face, as he unsheathed his long sword, a thin line appeared on Jun Yuenu's neck, the white light dissipated in mid-air, and a small wooden figure fell to the ground with a "slap".