Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan's fingertips slowly paused after hearing the "ancient fetish". He has stayed here for a long time, so he naturally knows how important the ancient fetish is.

"Your Highness, it's too expensive, I can't accept it."

The candle next to him was burning, and he looked away from the man's gentle gaze.

"You should keep it to yourself, Yueyin can't live without you, you are... the one who can't have any accidents."

What he said is the truth, in the world, no one wants Changle to be safe, they all hope that Changle can be safe, so that they can also protect Yueyin.

"I don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine, but you... You should know that I'm always distracted by you on the battlefield. If you put away the goggles, I can rest assured."

Song Minhuan naturally knows this. On the battlefield, even if they are fighting side by side, even if his strength is not inferior to the opponent, the man can't help but pay attention to him on the battlefield.If there is a small problem on his side, no matter how dangerous the man is, he will rush over immediately.

He was slightly injured. Although the other party didn't say anything, it could be seen that he was very nervous and worried, and he was always dragging him to treat the injury.

He said he didn't have a problem, and the other party didn't believe it. The man always said, "You are a human race, not a descendant of a god. It's not easy to heal after bumps and bumps. You have to take yourself seriously."

Once or twice, more times, he didn't bother to explain, and let the other party help him bandage the wound.He didn't know that the other party was so skillful, seeing that his clothes were torn, he sewed them for him at night.

All the sewing patterns were swords and crowns, which was laughed at by Gongzi Lan for a long time. Later, Gongzi Lan also sent his torn clothes to the man, who threw them back indifferently.

Gong Zilan said a few sour words because of this, and then stopped joining the fun of the two of them.

"I have already ordered someone to engrave your name on it. This breastplate will only protect you alone."

Song Minhuan's fingertips moved slightly, and the box opened in his palm. Inside was a sandalwood carved mirror with hollow edges and a red string attached to it. He picked up the mirror, and only the word "good" was engraved on it.

"Put it away, it only follows you, and it's useless for me to wear it."

When the man said that, his eyes fell on the red lotus jade buckle on his neck, and he said in a low voice: "The one you wear around your neck... I have never seen you take it off, is it very important?"

"It's very important," Song Minhuan touched the red lotus jade buckle on his neck. He rubbed it for a while, and when he put his fingertips on it, his mood inexplicably became a little calmer, and his eyes couldn't help being gentle.

"Although I don't remember who gave it to me, I know...it must be someone very important to me."

"Unfortunately... I can't remember him now."

As he said this, his voice was very soft, with a sense of loss. He used to think about the man under the pear tree day and night...and now he can't remember it.

That feeling of being out of breath covered by the tide, every time he thinks about it late at night, he will feel palpitations... He doesn't know who that person is, but if he is allowed to meet that person, he will definitely be able to recognize it.

Under the pear tree, he mistook Chang Le for that person at the time, and when he woke up the next day, he realized that the two were just alike, and Chang Le was not the person he was looking for.

"Sometimes forgetting is not necessarily a bad thing."

The candlelight reflected on Chang Le's face, Chang Le lowered his eyes, didn't say much, just said this, and put the box in his hand.

"Shanshan, everyone has their own way to go, no matter how unforgettable people are, if they are separated, they should let go."

Such a gentle "goodness" made Song Minhuan stunned for a moment.He felt a little uncomfortable, his eyes covered his emotions, knowing that what the other party said was right, he let out a "huh".

After he took the box, he left, recalling what Changle had said to him on the way, accompanied by the cold moonlight falling on the ground.

He can't think of anything, he can't remember anything, even if he doesn't want to let go... there is nothing he can do.

Holding the red lotus jade buckle in his palm, he returned to his room and put the wooden box beside the coffee table. He was going to be on duty at night, so he changed his clothes and left.

Changle didn't give him any position in the army, but the soldiers respected him when they saw him, they would salute him as if they were meeting son Lan Changle, and the bolder and more lively soldiers would come over to ask him when they were on duty. His swordsmanship and halberd.

Perhaps it was because he seemed more approachable. These soldiers were willing to talk to him when they had something to say. They often told him about trivial matters, about the little things in the barracks, and what they would do if the war was calmed down one day.

When the evening wind blew, he also held a long halberd in his hand and stood guard in front of the beacon tower.When it was time for the changing of the guard two soldiers met him and saluted him.

"Your Excellency came so early today?"

Song Minhuan: "Today ended early, so I came here when I had nothing to do."

"I heard that your lord was injured today." One of the soldiers looked at Song Minhuan's palm, "but was injured by an evil spirit? Your lord should not stay on the battlefield for too long...and you don't have to pass every day, your body is the most important thing .”

He did go there every day, Changle passed, so he also went, and he was idle in the barracks, so it is better to kill more evil spirits, so as to save innocent soldiers from dying.

"I know," Song Minhuan listened to the soldiers' concern for him, softened his face a little, and raised his hand, "I'm fine, these are minor injuries, but it's you who came to be on duty when you were injured? "

"Your Excellency can come here if you are injured, so naturally we can," the soldier smiled at him, "We also suffered minor injuries, so you don't have to worry about it."

"If the injuries are serious, we won't come here..." Two soldiers stood next to Song Minhuan, they chattered about what happened in the barracks, "Today we heard the news that a foreign race will come to visit His Highness in a few days .”

The "foreign race" they are talking about is the descendants of those gods.

"It seems that something happened to their clan...their clan has been infected with an evil curse." One of the soldiers said so.

Song Minhuan guessed that it should be the same evil curse among Gong Zilan and the others. This evil curse has appeared in recent years and only spread among the descendants of gods.

"My lord, have you heard about this?"

Song Minhuan nodded, and said, "Maybe it's a new trick of the evil spirit, and maybe it will be blamed on us."

"Everything is blamed on us, evil and shameless," the soldier said with displeasure, "but it is indeed something they will do."

"This time, the evil spirits really played a ruthless hand," the soldier gloated. "It is said that the evil curse has spread in their clan. Humans and evil spirits are fine, and it is only transmitted to the descendants of the gods."

The two soldiers did not shy away from him, and one of them said: "The one who is going to come is Li Bei. Their family deserves the curse... Didn't they want to drive the human race out of the Three Realms back then? It is said that their queen is in danger, Nearly falling."

"It's better if they fall. It's said that they are descendants of gods. What they bring is never auspicious gifts... They only bring wars and suffering. They never came to save us. They might as well disappear in the world."

This sentence was just casually said by the soldier, Song Minhuan was slightly startled when he heard it beside him, and his thoughts suddenly dawned for a moment.

"Without them, maybe there would be no evil spirits, the human race is so difficult to survive among them... There are evil spirits, they are never willing to help, and they still miss our ancient gods, our lives are like nothing to them... …A real god would not treat us like this.”

The soldiers are telling the truth, they are just ants in the world of mortals, their lifelong wish is very simple, they just want to be stable in this precarious and chaotic world, to be able to live a normal and peaceful life.

They don't want to be disturbed by the war, they don't want to worry about evil spirits attacking the city every day when they open and close their eyes, they don't want to live a life of precarity and non-stop fighting, and they don't want to be able to see their parents, wives and children every two or three years.

The life expectancy of evil spirits and descendants of gods is longer than them. Once they go to the battlefield, they will basically spend half of their lives on it, and very few of them can survive.

"When I went to the battlefield, my daughter was born not long ago. At that time, her mother had just given birth to her. I stayed at home for only two days, and then I left with the march. When I left, my daughter hadn't opened her eyes yet."

"When I went back the year before last, my daughter was already seven years old. She could call her mother, grandma and grandpa, but she couldn't call her daddy... she didn't even recognize me when she saw me, she just stood there blankly. , do not know who I am."

The soldier said, with a little helplessness and loss in his tone, "Later, her mother told her that I was her father, but she still didn't want to call me, but just hid behind her mother and secretly looked at me, and when she left, she stuffed me A handkerchief."

"I don't know who I learned from. Her mother told me that she even stuffed candy for the boy who was leaving next door. I worry every day. If I'm not at home, my daughter will be abducted by other boys."

"Brother, your daughter is only seven years old. How can you know anything? You are okay. My daughter gave you a handkerchief... My son, Mr. Lan, who I joined the year before last, was pregnant at that time. I didn't go back for two years. I didn't know about my wife. They gave birth to a boy and a girl."

The soldier said in a soft tone, with pity in his eyes, "Both boys and girls are fine, they were born by my wife, and I will take good care of them."

While the two of them were talking, the cold wind blew over the city wall, the moonlight shone on the cold iron of the armor, and the firelight in the copper basin added two points of soft light at night.

Looking at the expressions of the two soldiers, Song Minhuan couldn't help but soften his eyes a little.They must be very homesick, this is Yueyin, but it is the border of Yueyin, thousands of miles away from the city.

What they said is correct. In the cognition of the human race, the gods are existences that can protect them, protect them, have compassion on the human race, and do good deeds to the human race.When the gods have selfish thoughts and no longer protect them, but hurt them, at this time, the gods are no longer gods.

The gods have abandoned them, and they will also abandon the gods.

"His Highness is different from them... His Highness will protect us, he will win, and he will lead us to quell the troubled times."

Song Minhuan stayed in the barracks for so long, without mentioning anything else, he treated Changle with admiration and admiration, and his voice wafted into the evening wind, full of confidence and hope.

"One day, the evil spirits will retreat to a place that cannot touch us, and the gods will fall. We can live freely in this land, and no one can arbitrarily judge our life and death."

"We are fighting for freedom... Keep going, one day, there will be no blood-red sunset at the end, and we will be able to see the sunrise."

"Changle is still there, and the human race is still there. No matter how difficult the situation is, we... have to move on."

When they survive the desolate river of blood and fire, pain and suffering, there will be a prosperous mountain and river for them.