Immortals come on the moon

"Boy, are you awake?"

A figure appeared in front of Song Minhuan. The man in front of him was wearing a brocade robe, with green stubble on his chin, and his posture looked lazy and casual. He was looking at him lazily.

"You've been sleeping for a whole month, and if you don't wake up, I'll think you won't wake up."

He slept for a month?

He felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, giving him a very familiar feeling.He didn't know what kind of environment he was in now, if he spoke rashly now, he always felt that everything was a little strange.

He didn't speak, but the person opposite started to chatter.

"I have many questions to ask you. Why did you get the Celestial Halberd? Also... where are you from, what are you here for... who sent you here."

One question after another, Song Minhuan tried to recall, but he couldn't remember anything. Holding his forehead with his fingertips, his face was still pale, and he shook his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about...and I don't know why I came here."

His voice is very soft, his eyebrows are drooping, and a shadow falls, the red lotus is hooked on the silkworm quilt, against which the fingertips are fine and white like a snow brocade.

The silver light flickered on the palm, and he stared at it for a while, then slowly frowned, and closed the palm again.

"Hey boy, are you kidding me?"

Gong Zilan looked lazy, and the sword in his hand lifted the quilt of the young man on the bed, "Go and tell His Highness about these words, His Highness wants to see you."

Your Highness...?

Song Minhuan went out with Young Master Lan, and he learned something from the noisy man's mouth, that he came from outside.

As for this "outside", I don't know where it is.He also took the man's Tongtian Halberd, which was the silver pattern shining in his palm.

The corridor is very long, with patterns of swords and crowns engraved on the vermilion railings, and many peonies are planted on both sides.

"His Royal Highness is ahead...you can go there."

Song Minhuan saw someone at the end of the corridor.

Wearing a crown, the man looks glamorous and stunning, standing tall in front of the peony bushes, looking from a distance, as if blending with the vast sky.

It is as beautiful as a picture scroll, and people are more colorful than flowers.

Across the long corridor, the man's eyes also fell on him.

When he saw this face, he was inexplicably depressed, and he didn't know why he had palpitations.He didn't show it on his face, he still kept his composure, and came to the man's side.

Your Highness... What is your Highness? This person must have a very noble status.

"Why are you here?"

The man opened his mouth, his voice softened a little, but it sounded gentle.

His answer was the same as before, he didn't know why he couldn't remember anything, as if someone had sealed his memory.He couldn't remember anything related to the past.

The neck was still warm and cool, he pulled off the necklace, and a red lotus jade clasp was reflected in his palm.

Holding the red lotus jade buckle, he felt sullen and uncomfortable in his heart, his movements became a little softer, and there was a little loneliness in his eyes.

"Since that's the case, I discussed this matter with Feng Yuan, you stay here for the time being... Now that you get the Tongtian Halberd, many evil spirits outside are staring at you, if you leave at this time, you may be in danger. "

When he heard the words, he didn't immediately agree, and he answered with an "um", and the man didn't say anything more when he answered like this.

After being silent for a while, he asked.

"Do you still remember your name?"

He shook his head, and the other party said: "Two days ago, someone told me about your experience in the city. You used to be in the camp under Gongzi Lan's command, and your name was Shen Shan."

Shen Shan?

Song Minhuan wrote down these two words in his heart, and he also asked at this moment: "I am Shen Shan...then who are you?"

With the wind blowing over, he seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of peonies and the very faint fragrance of orchids on the man.

"My name is Ji Ye," the man opened his mouth, his eyes fell on him, as if he was looking at something else through him, "You can also...call me Changle."

Changle...?

He was too familiar with this name. He kept wondering where he had heard it all the way back the way he came.

He didn't rush to make a decision, he stayed in the mansion for the past few days, and he knew the name of the city called Yueyin.There are not only human races here, but also descendants of gods and ghost races.

The lazy one is son Lan, Changle is the leader of Yueyin, and the three-eyed woman who follows Changle is Fengyuan.

Changle and Gongzilan are often not in the mansion, Yueyin was established not long ago, but now it is in decline, and the descendants of ghosts and gods are eyeing them.

When the war came, the black mist and the blood-red sky set off in the distance, the sound of drums and the smoke of wolves were vast, and the barren land turned into scorched earth, and corpses fell one after another.

Blood was flowing and scalding, cries and cries of pain were intertwined, silver halberds collided, cold light shone on the iron armor, the cold light swayed, and the evil spirits turned into black mist and dissipated in an instant.

Changle is the god of war of the human race.

These are what he heard from Yueyin's soldiers, common people, and Changle's subordinates.

He has been to the battlefield several times and has seen Changle's appearance on the battlefield.

The silver sword in the man's hand was as cold as iron, and the coercion spread to the surroundings, and the evil spirits were wiped out in ashes wherever it passed.Blood was splashed on his face, and the tassels of the crown hung from his temples. Wherever he walked, it seemed that there was light falling on that place.

The gods descended to the mortal world and swore to guard the broken world for them.

After the war ended, many dead soldiers needed to be restrained.Song Minhuan didn't know what he could do, so he helped the same people collect the corpses, and treated the soldiers who died on the battlefield. He covered them with white cloth, collected their tokens and sent them to their families, and sprinkled willow water to melt them. their souls.

The corpses of some soldiers were rotting, and the bloody smell mixed on the battlefield was very unpleasant. He would be stained with a lot of blood every day, and sometimes his face would be dirty.

He would often meet a little soldier on the battlefield. The soldier seemed to be crippled. He was suffering from some kind of disease. He always covered his face, with only his hands and eyes exposed.

He heard other soldiers call this soldier, and his name only had the word "Jun".

This soldier named Jun would help him carry the body together. Other soldiers would go back to rest when they were injured or after fighting, but only Jun would stay every time.

Once or twice, he often encountered it, and it was the same this day. He saw Jun struggling to lift the body, so he stepped forward to help.

"Your leg is hurt, why don't you go to rest?" He asked like this.

Jun raised his eyes, those eyes had no brilliance, the inside was dark, but very pure, he seemed to be able to see himself from inside.

Originally thought that the other party would not speak, he also saw that Jun was a taciturn character, but he did not expect the other party to answer him.

The voice was clear and cold, as if it came from the top of a distant mountain.

"It's not a problem," Jun whispered, "These are what I should do."

Hearing the other party's voice, he felt a little strange, a little inconsistent, and also a little familiar.

This voice seems to have been heard somewhere... but it seems that it shouldn't be like this.

It seems that this voice should not belong to this person.

"We... Have we met somewhere?"

Jun looked at him, his eyes were calm, but he somehow felt that the other party was smiling.

"Naturally, you are me, but I am not you."

The soldier held the token of the sword and the crown in his hand, and Jun took the token down. His voice was very low, with a little sigh, and some inexplicable emotions.

"You should stay here. Once you fall into a dream... you will never wake up in this life."

After Jun finished speaking, the figure disappeared.

He was still standing there, not knowing what the words meant.Tried hard to remember, but couldn't remember anything.

He couldn't think of it and had to give up. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable because of Caijun's words, so he looked away from where he was.

He cleaned up the rest of the corpses, and after cleaning up, he went back and met Gongzi Lan.Gong Zilan looked at him with a look of disgust, "Go and change your clothes, I'm going out for a while, His Highness is injured, go and have a look."

Song Minhuan wanted to ask why he was asked to go?Before he could ask, someone came over from the other side. Gong Zilan looked dignified, and he left quickly.

He returned to the place where he lived, cleaned himself up and changed his clothes, thought about it for a while, and finally headed towards the camp in the middle.

Outside the tent, the fire in the copper basin was bright, surrounded by guarding soldiers.The soldiers didn't respond when they saw him, as if they were ordered by Gong Zilan.

He was still hesitating what to say when the man inside opened his mouth.

"Come in."

Song Minhuan paused with his fingertips, and he lifted the curtain.

Ever since he woke up and met Chang Le, they hadn't had much contact with each other on weekdays. Chang Le was very busy every day, and they also met, but not many times.

The first few times were fine, but then he noticed that Chang Le often kept his eyes on him, and after he realized it, the other party would look away.

Perception is strong.

He told Gong Zilan that Gong Zilan said that he didn't do much all day long, but he had a lot of thoughts, so he mocked him a lot.

There was only one lamp lit in the tent, the ground was covered with the fur of some unknown animal, and the incense burner in the corner was burning with incense, and the smoke was lingering.The man was by the soft couch, and after he came in, he looked at him, not surprised.

"Gong Zilan asked me to come here," Song Minhuan said, thinking for a while, "He said you were injured, so he asked me to come and have a look."

"En," Chang Le responded, taking off his upper body armor, and the candlelight flickered for a moment.

"Just help me sew up the wound."

Song Minhuan walked up to the man, and he glanced at him. The man's skin was cold and pale, his shoulders were broad, his waist looked powerful, and there were many old scars on it.

There is a silver needle next to it, and the injured part is the shoulder, from the left shoulder to the butterfly bone on the back, to stop the bleeding, and there are dense black mantras near the wound.

He picked up the silver needle, put the tip of the needle on the candle and baked it, and sewed up the front half of the wound first.He stood in front of Chang Le, the silver needle pierced through the skin, and the man didn't even move a single bit.

"Today also went to Youzhong?" Chang Le asked.

The secluded tomb is the place where those soldiers were buried, he responded softly, holding the silver needle with his fingertips, the stitches were crooked.

He looked at the thread he had sewed, the corners of his lips were tightened, and he said in a low voice, "You might as well let Mr. Gongzi Lan come back to sew, I'm a raw hand, and the sew is not good-looking."

"He shouldn't be able to come back today," Chang Le said, "You just need to fix it."

The other party said so, and he couldn't say anything, and stitched up the wound stitch by stitch.

It turned out that he was standing in front of Chang Le, and the last stitch on the front shoulder was finished.He was about to withdraw his hand, when suddenly, a cold breath came, and there was a slight movement outside.

He put a hand on his waist, Chang Le hugged him and turned around, with a "bang", an arrow feather pierced into the wooden stake next to him.

There was a letter attached to it, and the letter contained words that he could not understand, but just by looking at it, he could feel the sinister aura.

There were footsteps outside, and soldiers raised their voices outside.

"Your Highness?"

Chang Le opened his mouth, "Nothing, go and call Feng Yuan over."

The soldiers outside took orders, and the sound of footsteps soon disappeared.

Song Minhuan was too close to the man, and he felt a little unnatural. After confirming that it wasn't evil, it was out of desperation just now, so why is he still hugging him and refusing to let go?

"Your Highness...?"

He was afraid of touching the other person's wound, so he opened his mouth softly, and met the man's eyes, all the emotions inside were covered up, and he couldn't see clearly.

There were many calluses in the opponent's palms from practicing swords all the year round, and the slender fingertips touched the skin through the clothes, bringing a scorching temperature.

After he said this, the other party didn't let go of his hand immediately, so he called "Your Highness" again.

"I've often dreamed of you these days," Chang Le said, with no emotion in his cold voice, "What's your relationship with him outside the country?"

He didn't say that what he dreamed was that he was lingering with the person in front of him every night. In the dream, the person in front of him was holding back his blushing face. no.

For example, now, he just touched the opponent's waist, and the young man in front of him did not push him away. He looked calm on the surface, but his white earlobes were already red.