Immortals come on the moon

Who is he talking about?

At this moment, Song Minhuan didn't care about the man's injuries, he pushed the man away and took a few steps back, getting a little further away from the man.

"I don't know what your highness is talking about. My stitches are too bad. Your highness should wait for Mr. Lan to come over... Let Mr. Lan help you sew."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even look at the man's expression. He opened the curtain and went out. When he went out, he almost bumped into someone. When he looked up, he happened to see a familiar face.

"Boy, don't you look at the road when you walk?" Gongzi Lan gave him a hand, then let him go quickly, opened the curtain and went in directly.

He guessed that something happened, and remembered the other party's actions just now.If he told anyone that the dignified Changle God of War was frivolous to him, no one would believe him.

After staying here for a while, he also knew a lot of things, such as the fact that various ethnic groups sent many beauties to Changle every month, such as the fact that there was no lover around Changle, such as how many people wanted to recommend pillow mats for Changle.

However, Changle was busy with fighting and rejuvenating the human race every day, and never indulged in beauty.

He went back to his own yard the same way, and sat by the coffee table, with a few pieces of paper, inkstone and pen and ink on it.

Afraid that he would forget things again, he would write down what happened every day, sometimes with a few strokes, sometimes with a lot, and write down everything that happened.

He rubbed the red lotus jade buckle in his hand, took out a piece of white paper, and wrote down what happened today on it with a vermilion pen.

The soldier named "Jun" said something inexplicable to him.

The bones of one hundred and one soldiers were collected today.

Gong Zilan asked him to go to Changle camp to help Changle treat his wounds.

He paused at the tip of his pen, thought for a while and added a sentence later.

Changle may be mentally ill.

After finishing writing in this way, he will still collect the bones on the battlefield as usual.Until one day, Xie Chong mingled among the soldiers' corpses, and suddenly opened his mouth towards him when he was collecting the bones.

In the black mist, he was stunned for a moment, his brain hadn't reacted yet, his body reacted faster, and subconsciously wanted to sideways to hide.

He was fast, someone was faster than him, the long sword engraved with a crown sliced ​​off Xie Chong's head, and Xie Chong let out a scream, and his figure disappeared in mid-air.

The man put away the sword in his hand and looked down at him, as if he was worried that he would fall, so he reached out to help him.

"Scared?" The voice softened a little, with a little tenderness.

Song Minhuan: "..."

He wasn't actually frightened, but he didn't react for a moment.His wrist was still held by the man, and he struggled, but failed to break free.

"Your Highness, I'm not scared, let me go first."

Song Minhuan raised his eyes and looked at the man opposite. Having said that, the other party paused before releasing him.

"You don't have to collect the bones in the future, follow me in the future, and I will protect you."

After Chang Le finished speaking, he was silent for a while, his eyes moved, the first sentence was what he wanted to say, but the latter sentence was subconsciously blurted out.

His reincarnation used to say this sentence to young people often?

"I don't need His Highness's protection," Song Minhuan turned around and replied, "I can go to the battlefield."

He was never allowed to go to the battlefield before, and every time he finished a battle, he only saw a piece of barrenness and ruins. He also wanted to go to the battlefield to fight, and he didn't need to rely on people to hide behind the opponent.

In his spare time, he discovered by himself that he can use a sword.Not only swords, but also long halberds and formations, all of these seem to be engraved in his bones.

He covered the soldier's face with a white cloth, and heard the voice behind him say, "Then come and find me later, if you can defeat Young Master Lan, I will let you go to the battlefield."

This request sounded unreasonable at all, Song Minhuan agreed, unwilling to admit defeat, he collected the remaining bones, and picked some herbs along the way when he returned.

There are many soldiers in the camp who are infected with evil spirits, which they can only survive. He knows that some herbs can get rid of evil spirits.

Although he didn't know how to know it, he had an intuition that he could cure the evil spirits of those soldiers.

The witch doctor in the battalion didn't believe it at first, but later he tried it on patients who voluntarily tried it. After that, this herb was used to treat injuries, and the casualties of soldiers were greatly reduced.

On the way back, he picked some more and handed them to the witch doctor, and then according to what Changle said, he went to the tent in the center.

"Boy, are you sure you don't need the Tongtian Halberd?"

Gongzi Lan is a big-hearted man, he just talked about it for two days when the Tongtian Halberd was robbed, and he held another long halberd in his hand, looking at the young man opposite, lazily smiling.

"No need," Song Minhuan took a long sword casually, "If I can defeat you, let me go to the battlefield later."

He said this to Chang Le, Chang Le nodded, naturally he kept his word.

Feng Yuan also came over, because they were going to compete, many soldiers came to watch, the torches were burning, and there were many people around them.

In the impression of these soldiers, Song Minhuan was an ordinary corpse-carrying soldier among them, and it was His Highness's permission to fight with Lord Gong Zilan today, and they were very curious.

"Don't hold back from me."

Song Minhuan also wanted to see his own strength. He clenched his long sword tightly. The moment he moved, the coercion leaked out silently. The blade of the sword was as cold as frost, and a sword energy slashed towards Gongzi Lan.

"What a strong sword intent—"

"Usually I don't see it, maybe he can really do a few tricks with Mr. Gongzi Lan."

The soldiers around began to whisper, and some of them had already started to bet on who would win.

The blade of the sword collided with the halberd, and there was a "bang", and Gong Zilan's eyes were a little surprised, "Boy, your swordsmanship is somewhat familiar... Is this Fengyuan's Duhua swordsmanship?"

Song Minhuan didn't answer, and he couldn't answer either. This sword technique seemed to be engraved into his bones, and he just used it subconsciously.

Gong Zilan quickly backed away, and his halberd burst out to coerce, the two of them intertwined, the more they beat him, the more interesting they felt, and their attitude became more serious.

"Your style of play... is clearly what I often use. It seems that I have indeed taught you."

Six volumes of cloud patterns appeared on the long halberd, and sword patterns also appeared on Song Minhuan's blade. The sword pattern on it was the way of protection, and the shield was engraved with patterns of a sword and a crown.

The two pressures collided together, and the surrounding soldiers stepped back one after another. Feng Yuan watched from the side, couldn't help laughing, and said to the people beside her: "Lan'er, who do you think will win between the two of them?"

Beside her is a beautiful young man, he is from the Hydroxy-Ming clan, men of this clan have always been despised, but no one dared to say "bad" to this young man.

This young man has been following Feng Yuan's side, he is the youngest son of the Lan family, named Lan Pipa.

Lan Pipa looked at the two people who were fighting, and said, "He knows Master Fengyuan's Duhua swordsmanship, and also combines Lord Gongzilan's formation... Lord Gongzilan may not be his opponent."

"Boy, if you fart again, believe it or not, I will beat you later."

Gong Zilan heard it, and took the time to reply. With such a distraction, a sharp cold light flashed across his eyes, and a long mark was drawn on his cheek in an instant.

The young man in front of him looked indifferent, holding the sword with thin white fingers, and said in a soft voice, "Next time, it may not be the face."

This threat was too obvious, and Gong Zilan let out a laugh, "I am sure now, you must not be my apprentice, otherwise you would have been beaten to death by me if you were so arrogant."

The snow-white long sword was covered with sword patterns, and Song Minhuan picked up Gong Zilan's long halberd. His sword intent was chilled to the bone, brewing in the sound of the wind, and a sharp sword intent pierced through the air.

This time, Gong Zilan was not too surprised, and now he is using... Changle's sword technique.

This sword technique Chang Le is not commonly used, this sword technique is too soft and not suitable for use on the battlefield, Chang Le said before that this formation can be taught to the soldiers who follow him in the future.

But Changle's swordsmanship is not easy for ordinary people to learn a little bit, but this young man has realized it thoroughly.

Three points of sword intent can exert six to seven points of power.

The two fought for nearly a quarter of an hour, and Gong Zilan was covered in sweat. The halberd in his hand fell to the ground, and the opponent's long sword was pointed at his throat.

There was a slight smile in the young man's autumn water eyes, and he looked much more lively like this, with a clear voice, "I won."

Song Minhuan threw away the long sword, and subconsciously looked at the man in the main seat, with obvious emotions in his eyes.

"How, I may go to the battlefield with His Highness in the future?"

All the soldiers were shocked, and some of them still had surprise in their eyes, with a little disbelief.

"He actually won...? But Mr. Gongzilan let the water go on purpose?"

"Looking at it just now, Master Gong Zilan probably didn't release the water. This person was brought back by His Highness... It's only natural that he can win."

"Since ancient times, I have produced heroes in large numbers."

"It's too powerful... I'm dazzled by the swordplay just now."

"I heard...he is not a descendant of a god, he is a human race."

The human race defeated Lan, the top son of the descendants of the gods. If the rumor spread like this, no one would believe it, but the scene in front of them told them.

--This is real.

At this time, their hearts were shaken at the same time, and their deep-rooted concepts were changed. The human race is not incapable of surpassing the descendants of gods... Changle was before, and now there is this young man.

The revival of their race is expected!

Chang Le was sitting on the stage, seeing the young man smiling, he couldn't help softening his expression a little, and let out a "hmm".

That's permission.

Song Minhuan withdrew his sword, met Feng Yuan's gaze in the crowd, and Gong Zilan was still nagging in his ear, yelling that he insisted on buying a drink.

His eyes fell on the young man beside Feng Yuan. The young man's charm was natural, like a ripe pomegranate flower. When the corners of his eyes were lifted up, the beauty seemed to be able to penetrate into people's hearts.

The other party was also looking at him, and he inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable with this gaze, and slowly withdrew his gaze again.

There is always a bad premonition, it seems that this young man should not be by Feng Yuan's side, maybe it will bring bad luck to Feng Yuan.

He didn't say this, but Gong Zilan wanted to drag him to drink, and the chatter was a bit annoying, so he went along with him.

There was never a shortage of wine in the barracks, so Gong Zilan brought a few jars over, and the passing soldiers asked him to drink less.

"Where do you come from so much nonsense?" Gong Zilan knocked on one of the soldiers twice, and stuffed the halberd into the opponent's hand.

"Boy, don't you all remember it? Maybe you can remember it after drinking too much."

Gong Zilan took two wine bowls, filled them up for him directly, and said to him, "I must be very pleasing to your eyes outside, otherwise I won't teach you everything."

"I would also like to give you the Tongtian Halberd."

Song Minhuan didn't know, he took a sip of the wine, and felt that the wine was a bit strong, but the taste was good. He stared at the wine in the bowl, looking a little lost in thought.

"I don't know about the past, but I know there's something I'm not doing."

He drank two bowls of wine, and listened to Young Master Lan talking about the good and bad of the military camp in his ear. The two of them sat under the pear tree, and some pear blossoms floated onto the tea table.

Some floated into the wine jar, and after drinking, Gong Zilan took the petals from his lips, and the petals blew gently, and then floated into the distance.

"The past is the past, maybe you came here... It's God's will in the dark."

Gong Zilan poured himself another jar of wine, looking at the moonlight in the distance, he was a little lonely, his voice was still lazy, but with some inexplicable emotions.

Like persuasion, like sighing.

"His Highness is the God of War in this era... He is in a high place, but he is actually very lonely. Over the years, he has rarely shown any concern for anyone."

Not rarely, but not at all.

Gong Zilan said softly: "Your Highness cares about you very much... You have nowhere to go now, so you might as well stay."

"This is my own selfish desire. I hope you can stay...by your Highness's side."

He didn't tell the other party that they could completely leave each other alone in Di City, and it was His Highness who came to rescue him.

After he woke up, they had no reason to keep him, it was His Highness who wanted him to stay.

His Highness has never been to the soldier camp here before, he is not staying in the mansion now, and sleeps with them in the tent every day.

It was the same when going to the battlefield. In the past, His Highness was never distracted... Now His Highness is distracted.

Every time there was a war, His Highness would look for that figure among the crowd, worrying that the person would run out without authorization. The last time he was injured was because he went to save this person.

His Highness was silently concerned about this person, and he could see everything in his eyes.

Originally, His Highness was a high-ranking, seemingly devoid of emotions and desires, who was sympathetic to the gods of the world, until this person appeared, and their Highness... fell into the mortal world from then on.

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