Immortals come on the moon

Gong Zilan was silent for a while, poured himself another bowl of wine, and then laughed.

"Others?" Gong Zilan smiled, "Little heartless, Feng Yuan and I are by your side, I have never seen you being so reluctant to part with us."

What Cai just meant obviously meant that they were not needed at all, only Shen Yingxue was willing to have one.

"What I said is not the same as what you said," Song Minhuan gently pinched the tea bowl, and he took a sip of the wine, it tasted really good.

He put down the tea bowl, and said again: "Why did you suddenly ask me this question?"

"Just ask," Gong Zilan, "No matter what you say, you will continue to walk without anyone. No one has ever been with you forever."

It makes sense that Shen Yingxue is not by his side, and Shen Yingxue is gone have two completely different meanings.

"The food is here, let's taste it first," while they were talking, the shop waiter brought up all the dishes, hot and fragrant, Feng Yuan saw that the atmosphere between the two of them was not right, so she quickly smoothed things over.

Song Minhuan had already been fasting, and it didn't matter whether he ate or not, and now he has no appetite, but he didn't want to spoil everyone's interest, so he also tasted it.

"Boy, you can only gain if you give up. In the world, you can't just look at your eyes."

"I understand what you're saying," Song Minhuan said lightly, "but it doesn't contradict my wish for Shen Yingxue to live long."

"You may not be destined to go to Ten Thousand Bone Mountain." The three-eyed female ghost took a bite of her flesh and said vaguely, "What do you think about so much, you should worry more about yourself."

"On weekdays, you can't get out of the phantom formation of Master Fengyuan and I, but the phantom formation of Wangushan is much more powerful than the phantom formation we set up."

Song Minhuan: "..."

What he said was indeed reasonable, he couldn't refute it, his and Gongzi Lan's wine bowls were full of wine, and soon reached the bottom of the bowl.

"You're right, even if I come out of the Ten Thousand Bone Mountain, the Bone Corrosion Nail may not be obtained, not to mention that the evil spell is only suppressed, not completely disappeared."

As soon as these words came out, several people fell silent, Gong Zilan and Feng Yuan glanced at each other, Feng Yuan shook her head.

"I didn't think the body was precious before, but now I understand it," Song Minhuan said in a low voice, he was a little drunk, and a double image of Gongzi Lan appeared in front of him.

"I don't know if Master will miss me after I leave... Should I say goodbye to him when I go to Ten Thousand Bone Mountain? But saying goodbye is to remember him."

"It's still early, there are still more than a year. I haven't seen him yet. Every time I go to see him, I can only see people, and I rarely see people... I don't know how his injuries are."

Song Minhuan said while pouring himself another glass.

"Shitou, when you were making swords before, I always envied you for being carefree and worry-free."

He took the bowl and touched it to Gong Zilan. Gong Zilan also drank a lot, but his capacity for alcohol was better than him. He smiled, "That's natural, but making a sword is not as comfortable as being a human being."

"Whatever you have, you will naturally lose something. It has always been the same."

The two of them exchanged glasses, Feng Yuan, the three-eyed female ghost, and Mu Yin were eating food beside them, listening to their chatter.

There were three more wine jars behind Gong Zilan. He squinted his eyes and lowered his voice a little, "Don't worry about evil spells and bone erosion nails. We will help you solve them when the time comes."

"How can you help me solve it? Who will believe you...Your words never count."

Song Minhuan's expression was slightly mocking, his face blushed a little, he propped his forehead with one hand and looked out of the window, there were thousands of miles of dim lights outside the window.

"Sometimes I think it's good to be an ordinary person, to be able to live an ordinary life happily, to be busy with life on weekdays, and to worry about small things, but if that's the case, it may not be a small thing."

"We also think about it," Feng Yuan looked out the window and said with a chuckle, "It's a pity that this belongs to your era, not ours."

"We have long fallen... in this world, we should not live forever."

Both of them drank too much later, and Mu Yin carried them back, one on each shoulder, and threw them into different rooms in the inn.

It rained in the middle of the night, and the raindrops fell intermittently, soaking the window sills and eaves, and the air was a little more humid.

Song Minhuan fell asleep after getting drunk. This sleep lasted the whole day. When he woke up the next day, he smelled the alcohol on his body.

He performed a cleansing technique, sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and rubbed the space between his brows.

He always forgot to close the window, and now the window is still open, with cold wind blowing in, he got up and closed the window.

It was still raining outside, and there were raindrops dripping from the eaves. He looked at the pear tree in the distance, and some pear blossoms were knocked down to the ground and then crushed into the soil.

There used to be someone to close the window for him...but now it doesn't.

He lowered his eyes, watching the pear blossoms withering in the rain, he thought of something, and his mind shook a little.

"Bang bang bang" a few times, someone knocked on the door, he came back to his senses, went to open the door, it was Mu Yin who came to call him.

Mu Yin: "We should go."

In this way, their mission in this city ended, and then they returned to Gongzi Lan's old clan ruins. Mu Yin carved many puppets, and the whole city became lively.

They stayed in the old clan for a while, and then they went on a tour. In the Twelve States of Jingzhao, they almost left half of it in more than a year.

There are twelve cities in the Twelve Prefectures of Jingzhao, namely Yanfeng, Zhanmeng, Rouzhao, Qiangyu, Zhuyong, Tuwei, Shangzhang, Chongguang, Xuanyi, Zhaoyang, Chaoge and Yexian.

There are many cities that he has been to many times, such as Zhanmeng, Rouzhao, Chongguang and Yexian.A few of them went to the City of Yellow Sand in Yanfeng, and went to see the colorful sand pool of the foreign race. The sand pool would bloom with colorful streamers under the sun.

The last chapter is located in the northernmost of the twelve states, covered with snow all the year round, the snow can fall all over a state, and the place where the eyes enter is full of silver.Zhaoyang is a rainy city. It was rainy for [-] days on January [-]th. It happened to be sunny on the day they went, and they were wandering in the city by boat. They were lucky enough to encounter the double rainbow on the Tianhe River after the rain.

They went to different cities to get rid of evil spirits, drank wine from each city, and admired the flowers that bloomed in different cities, including rosemary, camellia, medlar, red tassel, green trifoliate, hosta and peony.The peonies in Chongguang City bloom in Xiaoman, with scorching petals wrapped in stamens, and the fragrance of peony is floating all over the city.

He has always been in the name of the Holy King, and he has killed countless evil spirits like this, and there are more statues of him in the Twelve States.

When it comes to god statues, it is far behind other gods that were enshrined thousands of years ago... He thinks that this is the only temple that might enshrine him.

He found the temple in Chaoge. He rescued a girl outside the city. The girl seemed to be the next head of their village. Because he was grateful for his life-saving grace, he built a temple for him.

It is said to be a temple, but it is actually just two wooden houses made of bricks and tiles. The door is a vermilion door, and the pattern on his sword pattern is carved on it.

On the altar inside is his statue. There is him holding a sword and wearing a narcissus mask, and he is wearing white silk to cover his eyes. Above him is wearing a moonlight white robe, with a gentle expression of compassion and a smile on his face.

There are some snacks and fruits on it, and the ashes on the incense burner have not been burned out.

Song Minhuan saw himself on the altar for the first time, and also had his own god statue for the first time. This kind of experience was a bit... novel.He stared at the door for a long time, because the wind blew harder, and the vermilion door panel made a "creaking" sound, and a little bit of incense ash fell on the table.

"It's a bit broken." Gongzi Lan casually took a fruit from his offering table, "It's alright, boy, be content. Now that there is the first temple dedicated to you, there will be a second and a third after that."

"It won't take long, you might become an existence beyond your master."

Song Minhuan met Shen Yingxue a few times in a year, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, or because of fate, he and Shen Yingxue never saw each other.

A few months ago, he met Shen Yingxue in Rouzhao. He was going to see the lantern show, but he couldn't help but follow behind Shen Yingxue. After following her, he disappeared. After that, he went to find Shen Yingxue, but Shen Yingxue was always away.

However, Shen Yingxue sent him several messages, telling him that his body is fine, his injuries are recovering, and that he has not been out of frequent retreats in recent years, so don't worry.

Every time he received Shen Yingxue's sound transmission crane, he would listen to it many times over and over again. After listening to it, he was reluctant to put it down, and he kept it with spiritual power, thus collecting many sound transmission cranes.

"Next, we are going to Ten Thousand Bone Mountain... Ten Thousand Bone Mountain will be opened in one month, do you want to go there and say goodbye to your master?"

Song Minhuan was still thinking about Shen Yingxue, and he heard what Gong Zilan said. He thought that Shen Yingxue was unsurpassable in his heart, and when he heard the latter sentence, he shook his head.

"He is currently retreating, and it is not suitable for me to disturb him. I wrote a letter a few days ago... When he sees that letter when he leaves the retreat, he will know my whereabouts."

I don't know if he will survive, but no matter what...he will survive.

He couldn't see Shen Yingxue all the time like this, actually he felt a little sad in his heart, but when he thought of Shen Yingxue's body, he suppressed those lonely and sad thoughts.

As for some other possibilities... He didn't even dare to think about it.

"After one month, we will run into Jun Yuenu's people. At that time, you don't have to worry about me and Feng Yuan, just enter Wangu Mountain... We will wait for you outside."

Song Minhuan nodded, and he left the temple with Gongzi Lan. The door of the temple enshrining him was closed, and the statue inside lowered his eyes. He was completely hidden in the darkness, and the sword pattern in his hand was shining brightly.

……

"Master Gu, a letter has arrived."

Gu Wujiu asked someone to come in, and a snow-white envelope landed on his desk, with very faint scent of orchid on it.

He switches between his own identity and Shen Yingxue's identity every day, and travels between Tianxuezong and Haoyue Peak. Now that more than a year has passed, he will finally no longer have to pretend to be Shen Yingxue.

This letter... was left by the young man to Shen Yingxue.

Gu Wujiu opened the envelope, and what caught his eyes was the handsome handwriting inside.

:

Master, seeing the words is like meeting, the disciple has already gone to Wangu Mountain, so there is no need to worry about it.

I am thinking about Master, and I cannot say anything.

If there is a future, I wish to live forever with Master.

Gu Wujiu stared at the words "Shanshan's own handwriting" at the end, he couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling.

Originally thought that this person was not worthy of Shen Yingxue, Shen Yingxue was also momentarily stunned.

However, during this year, the young man followed him countless times, thinking that he was his sweetheart, always watching carefully, but he didn't dare to step forward to disturb him.

The young man gave him dew tea, Yingzhou holy water, all kinds of precious things in the Twelve States, and even handed over to him the ancient gods, wishing to take out his heart and offer it to him.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

The pear blossoms outside the window are still in bloom, Gu Wujiu now feels that love in the world is not just about making people give up their lives... Besides, there are many other valuable things.

He picked up the pen, pen and ink fell, and wrote down all the truth. After the young man came out, this letter would be handed over to the other party.

The other party will learn the truth about Shen Yingxue's disappearance... He also wrote a location.

——In the ten-mile lotus pond in Lutai Mountain, there are thousands of red lotuses in it, one of which is Shen Yingxue.

Whether the young people can find Shen Yingxue from the lotus pond... will depend on their fate.