Immortals come on the moon

"You want to bring Qi Shan back to life... as long as you put this curse on him, I guarantee that he will come back to life... just like this."

Qi Shan came alive in front of him.

Kun Qi has been distracted for the past two days. He was thinking about what the strange man had said to him, and his eyes fell on the young man in the distance.

Today is the sacrifice, the young man is still wearing the moonlight white robe, they do rough work, the clothes are not dirty, but this man's clothes are always clean.

This person always walks and walks alone, eats alone, sleeps alone, works alone, and always stands alone by the window for a long time.

Xu Shi noticed his gaze, and the other party turned his head and met his gaze, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

"You... are leaving today?" He asked.

The young man on the opposite side showed no expression, and said softly: "What do you mean by walking, you can't go very far."

"I haven't thanked you for saving me two days ago," he lowered his eyes, and in his palm was a light yellow kit.

"This is an amulet given by my mother. My mother said it can keep you safe. I don't know how to thank you... This amulet is for you. I hope it can bless you on your journey."

Song Minhuan looked at the talisman in the young man's palm, and he shook his head. Seeing him like this, the young man opposite him did not withdraw his hand, and the corners of his lips were slightly straightened down.

"Don't be disgusted...the only thing I can give is this. You saved my life, so I should repay you."

repay?

Song Minhuan stood where he was, and took a while before taking the amulet away.

The priest was on Qionglin Street, he took away the amulets, he didn't have any luggage to pack, and he didn't have anything to say to the young man, he finished his work as usual, and then left the courtyard.

There are ink lotuses blooming beside the bridge, and the lights illuminate the whole street. There are bone lamps on the vermilion pavilions, the sound of the zither and the zither are slow and dull, and there is a dark blood red at the end of the sky.

He walks through the crowd, the melody of the piano is soothing, the little ghost's face is covered with fluorescent paint, the ghost writing on the jade platform is flickering, and the fire in the copper basin is faintly visible.

The silver light in his palm was flickering, as if it was vibrating along with his heart, "Bang--" "Bang--" "Bang--" one after another, the night fell in the distance, and thousands of bright stars came together annihilation.

A few black shadows appeared on the jade platform, and when they fell, the chains scattered along with them.They collided together, and the ghost text on the jade platform kept changing, countless rays of light refracted out, and there were deafening cheers in his ears.

The coercion erupted from the jade platform, and the bone lamp suddenly went out. At this moment, the whole city fell silent, surrounded by several figures. They were all dressed in black robes, and they were evil spirits from the ghost world.

As long as the Tongtian Halberd comes out, they will be the first to snatch it——

With a "bang", the jade platform shattered from the middle, the endless pressure was awe-inspiring, the cirrus clouds in the sky were disturbed, and the upper tiles on the eaves shook accordingly, and with a "crash", the jade platform was broken into countless pieces.

In the middle of the air, a long halberd with six scroll patterns burst out of the air.The long halberd was dark in color, powerful, the blade was as cold as frost, and the strong wind flew out like a dragon. The moment he came out, all the evil spirits in the city moved.

Countless black shadows let out sharp and ferocious laughter, struggling to touch the halberd.

Song Minhuan felt dizzy at this moment, the black spell crawled on his wrist, he looked at the amulet in his palm, the black flame was burning, he frowned slightly, and the amulet dissipated in his palm.

He looked at the halberd not far away, the halberd stood upright in mid-air, the screams and coercion of the surrounding crowd, Zhu Lou, seemed to disappear, and he heard the humming of the halberd.

The long halberd pointed directly in his direction, entangled him through the air, and turned into a white light that penetrated his palm. He didn't feel any pain. At that moment, the picture in front of him seemed to be stagnant.

A group of ghosts faced his direction, ink lotus bloomed beside the bridge, and the blood red in the sky seemed to be burning like a brocade of flames, swallowing the entire phantom array inch by inch.

He seemed to be in the red lotus hell. At this moment, his eyes stopped somewhere across the crowd.

— There were people he knew well there.

The man has handsome eyebrows, with the crown hanging down to look solemn and cold, and the pair of long and deep eyelashes are slightly raised, as if looking at him through the crowd.

The patterns of the sword and the crown are intertwined, and the crown is heavy, as if painted with bone gold.The man is hidden in the crowd of evil spirits, his temperament is cold and unapproachable.

Such a familiar face...but the look in his eyes is so indifferent, no different from looking at those evil spirits.

Surrounding the man are Feng Yuan, who is wearing a long skirt of Yu Ni, holding a pipa, and the son Lan, who is holding a branch in his hand, with an indifferent expression.

Endless white light spread out from his palm, thousands of spiritual power condensed on it, the hair on his sideburns scattered behind him, and all the voices in his ears disappeared.His consciousness was in chaos, and before he closed his eyes, the man's indifferent face was still in front of him.

This is Di City, where evil spirits gather... The other party probably regards him as evil spirits as well.

……

"Your Highness, the Tongtian Halberd is in his hands now, do you want to take him away with you?"

The man opened his mouth, his voice was cold, "Take it together."

"I don't know where the stinky boy came from. It's good luck. The Tongtian Halberd should be mine."

With a piece of grass in his mouth, Gong Zilan casually threw them on the carriage and whistled. Behind them, the sky of Dicheng was burning with flames, as if crimson silk and satin were intertwined with the sky.

He blew a whistle, the six-armed Qingluan flew over from a distance, Fengyuan sat on the fire phoenix, and jumped down from it together.

"Let's go... This trip was a waste of time. I don't know where this kid came from."

"I can't figure out where it came from," said Gong Zilan. He used a branch to pick up a section of the young man's black hair on the ground, and said thoughtfully, "Maybe it's the same as Lian Wu...he came from abroad."

"How can you believe their words?" Feng Yuan bent down, touched Song Minhuan's wrist with her fingertips, and easily removed the evil curse on Song Minhuan's body.

"This kid..." Feng Yuan raised her eyes, glanced at Chang Le in the distance, and said after a pause, "Why does he have the aura of the master on him?"

"That's right," Gong Zilan put his hands on his sides, and said with a half-smile, "Not only that, but he can also snatch my Tongtian Halberd away. You said it's not a wicked way."

He said, holding the wrist of the young man on the ground, he saw a six-volume cloud pattern halberd in the other's palm, as if the patterns were carved in the other's palm.

Looking at it like this, his heart was itchy. He touched the halberd with his fingertips, and the halberd emitted a white light, and a lazy and familiar voice came from the halberd.

"Boy, do you still remember who I am... If you don't wake up, you will never see your master again."

This voice was too familiar, and Gongzi Lan had a strange expression... Could it be his own voice.

Feng Yuan listened to it, feeling a little strange.

This voice was obviously a reminder, but unfortunately the young man is now in a coma because he can't hold his spiritual power and his veins are blocked, so he can't hear this voice.

Feng Yuan went to probe the opponent's veins again, and after a while, her expression changed a little.

"There are bone erosion nails in his sea of ​​consciousness...a total of nine."

The Bone Corrosion Nail is an ancient fetish, and only the three of them know its usefulness. This young man... probably has inextricable connections with them.

The two of them thought of it at the same time, and Young Master Lan thought, "Could it be that I found an apprentice for myself?"

"Just now you said master, you are definitely not someone else's master. Don't think about it, he is full of the master's breath, I will ask the master later."

How to say it is the breath of Changle, like Changle's vitality, remnant soul, obsession has always been around the youth, they are tightly entwined with the youth, and they are not willing to leave.

Feng Yuan is psychic, she seems to be able to see a man beside the young man, she is too familiar with the figure of the man, she can recognize who it is at a glance.

Isn't it Changle?

It's a pity that there are only one soul left in the man's three souls and six souls. If this continues, maybe his soul will be scattered.

"I don't know where it came from. If it really has something to do with us, it must be that the future has changed."

Feng Yuan stood up, and she casually cast the soul-fixing technique on the man next to the young man. This man's remnant soul could not get rid of his obsession... Maybe it was another "Changle".

"Even if there is a change, if I'm here, what's the problem?"

After Gong Zilan said this, he sat next to Song Minhuan boredly, planning to ask the boy when he woke up.

He sat by the side and watched, but he didn't expect this little boy to fall asleep...he slept for a month.

It was not until they returned to Yueyin for several days that they woke up.

……

Song Minhuan saw many selves in his dream, he was in Tianxuezong, he was with Shen Yingxue, he was coaxing Xiao Zhuang, he was joking with Meng Qi, he was drinking with Gongzi Lan, and He practiced sword every day.

Scenes of memories flashed in front of him. After these memories flashed in front of him, no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult for him to remember them. The faces of those people began to blur, as if a big hand had crushed his memories all the time.

All the memories shattered like fragments with a bang, and he was in a blank place, feeling a pain in his heart, and his head was also very painful. He covered his head, and the pain made him curl up together .

Can't forget... can't.

If he forgets, he will never get out again.

He can't stay here forever... There are people out there waiting for him.

The last image in his mind was on the man under the pear tree. The man's figure was so clear and beautiful. He tried to remember the man's face...but he couldn't remember it.

He tried to touch the figure of the other party, but the figure of the other party disappeared in front of him, and he couldn't touch anything.

Do not--

"don't want--"

Song Minhuan's voice was muffled, he opened his eyes suddenly, his body was covered in cold sweat, he felt his chest was stuffy and uncomfortable, the pain made it hard for him to breathe, and his face also turned pale.

His eyes gradually focused, and he saw the surrounding environment clearly, as if he was in a palace, and the environment was very strange.

He tried to recall what dream he had, but his mind went blank.

Inexplicably choked up in his heart, he clenched the quilt by his side and tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember anything.

He had a dream... as if of a man.

Why is he so sad?

Who is that man?

He looked down at his fingertips, stared at his palm for a while, his eyes gradually became dazed.

He couldn't remember.

Can't remember why I'm here.

Can't remember... who I am.