Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan didn't expect that Gong Zilan would tell him these things, he was stunned for a while, drinking a little too much, and lowered his eyes when he heard this.

Hearing the words "Let him stay", he felt a little dazed, inexplicably empty... he couldn't tell what it was like.

Now he can see the night in the distance in front of his eyes, the smell of wine is in front of his nose, and he can hear the whispers of soldiers in the distance, the collision of silver rings, the slight sound of footsteps and the subtle sound of burning wolf smoke.

"I haven't always been here...and I can't go anywhere else these days."

He said something like this, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, he still held the red lotus jade buckle in his palm, and said in a low voice, "As for accompanying Your Highness, I don't know what you mean, if you are talking about me As you think, I'm afraid you won't be able to fulfill your own selfish desires."

"Emotional matters can't be forced. I can't fall in love with His Highness if you say you want me to be fulfilled."

"Boy, do you know what you're talking about?" Gong Zilan smiled, "I'm afraid the whole world won't be able to find a second Changle...or do you like women?"

"Fengyuan has seen your soul. There is a man who has been haunting you. He is the reincarnation of Changle. You and Changle are destined by fate. It is only a matter of time before you fall in love with him."

Gong Zilan is naturally biased in his heart, robbing someone from his highness?It was just a wisp of remnant soul, even if it was the reincarnation of His Royal Highness, as long as they wanted to, they could easily wipe out that wisp of remnant soul.

What's more, his highness is so perfect... He didn't believe that someone could reject his highness.

Song Minhuan was a little surprised when he heard that someone was pestering him...he looked at his palm, he had never felt it before.

But he couldn't remember anything, and he didn't know who the man who was pestering him was.

Why do you keep refusing to leave and stay by his side?

He couldn't figure it out like this, and after listening to what Gong Zilan said, he shook his head lightly, his mind was hazy, but he seemed to be unusually sober.

"No matter how good your Highness is, if I don't like it, it's just nice."

"You don't have to persuade me, I never believe in destiny."

As Song Minhuan said so, he poured himself another glass of wine.He looked at the wine at the bottom of the bowl, felt the evening wind blowing, and the pear blossoms all over the sky. He didn't know what he thought of. His mind was obviously blank, but his heart was inexplicably depressed.

"Does this wine have a name?"

When it came to wine, Gongzi Lan got excited, hiccupped and said to him, "This wine...is from Yingzhou, and it's called Lihua Niang."

"It is taken from pear blossoms in spring and brewed under the thousand-year-old tree. It is said that after drinking it... lovers can love each other forever."

Song Minhuan laughed when he heard that, "Then what are we two drinking here? It's for no reason that we lost our interest. If I had known, I wouldn't have come here."

"It's just a name, meaning and so on... We drink it as soon as we drink it, just care about the taste, why are we so particular about it?"

He bumped into Gong Zilan again, and both of them drank slowly. In the end, the wine glass in Gong Zilan's hand dropped with a "bang", and she fell unconscious on the table.

There were double images of everything in front of him, Song Minhuan stood up holding the stone table, he caught a corner of the figure out of the corner of his eyes, turned his head to see who was coming.

The man didn't know how long he stood there. Today he was wearing a black robe, his black hair tied behind his back, and he stood in the shadow under the pear tree.

He always felt a little familiar in this scene. He stood where he was, subconsciously wanting to touch the man.

Like many years ago, there was someone standing under the pear tree like this, always smiling at him gently.

"Master—"

He blurted out subconsciously, walking a little staggeringly.He didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable, as if a knife had been sharpened on his heart, his eyes were fixed on the person under the pear tree without blinking.

It was as if the man would disappear in front of him as soon as he looked away.

Thinking of this person disappearing, his throat was blocked and he couldn't speak, as if the emotions that had been pent up for a long time finally found an outlet, his eyes turned a little red.

He reached out and touched the corner of the man's clothes, and threw himself into the man's arms uncontrollably——

As if he had done it countless times, the man stretched out his hand to catch him, his vision was a little blurred, he was tightly clutching the corner of the other's clothes and refused to let go.

He didn't know what to say, but he seemed to have countless things to say.

A faint scent of orchids came from the tip of his nose, he opened his mouth, his voice became difficult, each word was filled with preciousness, as if the unspeakable love that had been accumulated for a long time was broken out of the cocoon.

"I don't want you to go...can you not leave me."

He didn't know why looking at this face, endless sadness spread in his heart, like countless negative emotions condensed together, he couldn't breathe under the pressure, and swallowed him whole like a flood.

He was also sad in the past, he was always sad silently, always very sensible in front of others, he didn't dare to think about what he shouldn't think, he was afraid that he would collapse.

Now that he lost his memory, when he saw the person he was thinking of, his whole body would collapse, and the beliefs he had accumulated over time collapsed in an instant, only in front of this person...he was able to show his vulnerable side.

Chang Le looked down at the young man in his arms, the young man obviously recognized him as someone else... He looked not far away.

There is a swaying figure there, the figure is extremely transparent, he is just a remnant soul, and his obsession is not dissipated and can be maintained.

Because he was too weak, he could only show a vague figure, and it could be seen only from his figure... exactly the same as him.

The soul seemed to feel the emotions of the young man, and he also became depressed, standing where he was, seemingly helpless.

This kind of person can only stand in place, he can't do anything... a wisp of a dying soul, he can't even touch the young man.

One can't see the other... the other can see, but is left with nothing to do.

The remnant soul floated in front of him, and the other party struggled to reach out his hand, trying to touch the young man, but he just passed through in vain, and he couldn't touch anything.

He can feel the emotions of the remnant soul, the other party is very distressed and cannot bear to see the young man feel sorry for him, and this emotion is transferred to him, wanting him to replace him... to be able to coax people well.

At the same time, I felt a bit of loneliness and unspeakable loss.

As the moonlight fell, he stood where he was, the young man fell asleep in his arms, the corners of his clothes were still clutched by his fingertips, and the corners of his eyes were still stained with wet tears.

He tried to hold the young man's wrist, but the other party refused to let go of him no matter what. As soon as he moved, the other party's brows furrowed, and the entanglement around him became even tighter.

Remnant Soul seemed to see his embarrassment, knew that he could see him, and sent him a message.

: Take him back and take good care of him.

He is going to disappear soon, and he can only do what he can. If he is not around, I hope someone will take care of the young man in the future.

Even if he stays in the phantom array like this... it should be a dream, and his kindness will not be too sad.

……

Song Minhuan slept the whole day the next day. When he woke up, it was already dark, and his forehead hurt when he opened his eyes. After seeing clearly that this was Changle's tent, he sat up.

"woke up?"

There was a person sitting beside the bed, Chang Le didn't know how long he had been guarding beside his bed, the man brought a bowl of soup to him, "Sober up soup, it will be better if you drink it."

He really had a headache right now, so he didn't refuse, and finished drinking the hangover soup.

The memory of the previous day gradually came up, he remembered what happened after drinking, his face slowly changed a little, and the atmosphere in the air seemed to become awkward.

Thinking back, Song Minhuan was a little unwilling to admit that he was the one who was holding someone in his arms yesterday and refused to let go. The palpitations seemed to still be there, and he rubbed his forehead with his fingertips.

"I……"

Chang Le didn't say anything, took the soup bowl away, and said to him: "It's okay, you rest here first, if you have something to ask someone to summon me."

"If you feel uncomfortable, tell me, don't bear it yourself."

Song Minhuan nodded, knowing that the other party was actually very busy, he watched the person leave, and sat on the bed by himself.

He took out the handkerchief in his arms, on which were written the words "Find the Heavenly Halberd", "God" and "Jun". He had seen this handkerchief after he woke up, and the writing on it was also his own.

It's a pity that he has no memory now, so he can't understand what these mean.

It was already night, and he had a headache, so he fell asleep again. After falling asleep, he always dreamed, all kinds of fragmentary memory fragments were pieced together, and there were always voices in his ears.

In the dream, it was the voice of the same person, that person's voice was gentle, and he remembered many things he had said to him clearly in the dream.

Unfortunately, after waking up, I don't remember anything.

When he woke up again, it was daytime, and there was a plate of small snacks beside his bed. The snacks were in the shape of red lotuses, and his name was engraved on it, which seemed to be brought back by a man.

He squeezed and tasted a piece, it was too sweet, but he inexplicably liked the red lotus shape, it was chubby, and he was very satisfied when he held it in his hand.

A plate of dim sum was eaten by him for several days, and Chang Le saw that he liked it, so he often bought it for him afterwards.

Afterwards, he went to the battlefield, where he was almost invincible, comparable to Changle. Many soldiers of Yueyin had heard rumors about him, saying that he was the reincarnated sage.

Shengjun, he had never heard of it before, but later he realized that it was the meaning of a god of salvation.

"Who was the original sage talking about?"

Song Minhuan's palm was wounded by evil spirits, and the wrapped cloth strip was soaked in blood. He took off the cloth strip, and the flesh and blood stuck together, and the wound opened again when he took it off.

Before he could throw the cloth in his hand, a cold white hand grabbed his wrist. The man looked down at him and whispered, "This kind of injury is not easy to heal."

As he spoke, he bandaged him again, acting cautiously.

Song Minhuan felt a little awkward, but he didn't break free after all. This man saved him several times on the battlefield.Although his strength is not low, he is outnumbered and often suffers some injuries on the battlefield.

Young Master Lan untied the jug by himself, and seemed to be accustomed to the behavior of the two of them, and answered his question, "The original sage was talking about arrogance, and arrogance came from the Rulong clan, and he is a true descendant of gods."

"Before Changle, he could be regarded as...the number one genius in the world."

As if knowing what he was going to ask next, Gong Zilan took a sip of wine and looked at the crimson sky in the distance.

"The world was suffering from wars and chaos. He invented the spell of salvation. Since then, ghosts and resentful spirits have been liberated. The descendants of the gods do whatever they want, and he persuades the descendants of the gods to be good... Even if it is hypocrisy, it is still on the side of the human race. As a God, the people who enshrine him in the world, and those who are sincere, can achieve their wishes. He traveled around the world, left footprints in the Three Realms, and helped countless people and people."

"He endured the burden and endured countless pains. Before he handed over his people to the human race...he has always been a well-known sage king in the world."

"Today, there are still many people who believe in him, and some people laugh at him for being stupid. The descendants of the gods despise him, and he is not welcomed in the clan. For some reason... he will disappear into the world."

Gong Zilan stared at his wrist, black spells appeared on his wrist.Those incantations were small and seemed to spread out from the blood vessels, exuding an ominous and sinister atmosphere.

This is an evil curse... an evil curse that only descendants of gods have.

Not only Gong Zilan, Song Minhuan saw it last time, Chang Le and Feng Yuan also had it.Gong Zilan said that many gods have descendants, and some evil curses appeared later, and some appeared earlier.

It's like fate... Once the evil curse appears, it means that they are destined to disappear in the world, and it is difficult to survive in the world.

At this time, the rumor of the evil curse has not yet been spread, but Gongzi Lan didn't take it very seriously, he lazily said, "This is the meaning of the heavens, I don't know who of us appeared first... Changle, do you think we are It shouldn't have appeared in this world."

Gong Zilan asked this jokingly, Changle was still helping Song Minhuan bandage the wound, tied a beautiful bow for the young man, and gently pinched the young man's fingertips.

The bottom of the drooping eyes is full of tenderness.

"There has never been any will of God," Chang Le replied, "We should exist in the world, and the morals of the world should be guarded by us."

Song Minhuan listened to the two of them talking, the man was still holding his fingertips, the corners of his lips were slightly tense, and with Mrs. Lan around, he was ashamed not to show Changle face, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, you..."

It's like this every time, and I don't want to let go even if I touch it, and I want him to say it several times.

Chang Le let go of him slowly, and said to him: "Come and find me in the future, don't deal with it alone."

He gave a perfunctory "hmm" and didn't take it seriously.

Gong Zilan: "That's true, you think so... But some people may not, once the evil curse spreads, they will definitely try their best to eliminate the evil curse."

"This evil curse can't be solved," Chang Le raised his eyes, looked at Young Master Lan and said, "Lan, this matter needs to be concealed, and it's only a matter of time. If someone spreads the word, it will be pushed to the evil spirits in the ghost world."

Gong Zilan nodded, understood what Changle meant, and he said "yes".

"I won't bother you two anymore, I'll go find Feng Yuan," Gong Zilan stood up, seeing that he was about to leave, Song Minhuan stopped him.

"Wait," Song Minhuan said. After thinking for a while, he still said what he thought before.

"The young man next to Master Feng Yuan, Lan Pipa... you should pay more attention to him on weekdays."

"Do you think there is something wrong with him?" Gong Zilan raised his eyebrows, "If I look at him more, Feng Yuan will probably think that I have taken a fancy to him."

Song Minhuan knew that Young Master Lan would listen, so he didn't say much. Seeing the people leaving, only him and Changle were left, he felt that he couldn't stay, so he got up too.

"Where are you going?" the man asked him.

Song Minhuan: "Go back."

"You follow me to the camp first," Chang Le said, "I have something for you."

What to give him?

Song Minhuan didn't ask any more questions, he followed behind the man, the two of them were on the battlefield, the gunpowder smoke had cleared, and there were scattered arrow feathers and armor on the ground.Some evil spirits turned into bones, and the bones remained silent here after death.

The end of the sky is still blood-colored, where black mist spreads, and a city wall cuts off the ridge like a broad knife. The towering city wall isolates a mountain and river, and at the same time isolates the human race and evil spirits.

When the wind blows over, the wind smells of blood and unburned wolf smoke. When encountering the bones scattered by evil spirits on the side of the road, the man always pulls him away.

"Your Highness, I can go by myself."

Song Minhuan's tone softened a little, he said so, but the man didn't let go of him.

"There are a lot of evil spirits that haven't dissipated here. If I don't hold you and accidentally touch you, it won't be good to be infected by evil spirits."

Hearing the words "infected by evil spirits", his heart tightened inexplicably, and his eyes seemed to hurt. He blinked, and the pain seemed to disappear again.

These four words gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, as if he had experienced it before.

He didn't say anything after that, let Chang Le lead him, and when he arrived at the camp, there were many soldiers guarding him, so he broke away from him.

"The wound on your hand should not touch the water at night," Chang Le led him into the tent, and took out a box from the corner. The box was very delicate, with patterns of swords and crowns carved on it.

"This is an ancient fetish sent by the Yi people a few days ago. It's a heart mirror...I don't worry about you on the battlefield. Wearing this in the future will keep you safe."

The man's voice was very soft, and his eyes were fixed on him with a bit of tenderness, and a bit of expectation that was not obvious.