Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan watched everything that happened 3000 years ago, and finally all the descendants of the gods fell...except for the arrogance.

Now the transgression has been sealed by him, and there will be no descendants of gods after that.

Of course, Gong Zilan and the others don't count.

He was only a little worried when he reached the end of the day, he used Gongzi Lan's Tongtian halberd to seal the transgression, so he was afraid that he would not be able to explain to Gongzi Lan if he went out.

After all, Young Master Lan has been admonishing him thousands of times, and he has always been thinking about Tongtianji.

He was still thinking, a white light flashed in front of him, and several figures appeared in midair.

Gongzi Lan, Feng Yuan, the three-eyed female ghost, and Mu Yin appeared in front of him.

Young Master Lan looked at him with some surprise on his face, looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said: "I really didn't expect you to solve the arrogance without relying on me alone, boy, you really deserve to be brought out by us."

With a gentle smile on Feng Yuan's face, "Shanshan, you must have known it in the phantom array... Your master's soul is in Lutai Mountain, where there is a ten-mile lotus pond, you need to go inside to find your master's soul." Respect."

"Boy, if you can't find it, you will never see your master again in this life."

The three-eyed female ghost: "Shanshan is an idiot, I probably can't find it."

Mu Yin nodded and echoed in approval.

Seeing them again, Song Minhuan felt very cordial. Although they didn't seem to be there for a long time, the son Lan Fengyuan in the phantom formation was different from the son Lan Fengyuan in reality.

He stood there, not understanding why these people appeared here.

Before he could speak, Feng Yuan spoke first.

"Shanshan, we're here to say goodbye to you, we're leaving."

Gong Zilan's eyes fell on him, with a little bit of reluctance, "Boy, we also hate you, but we have to go."

"After you go out, live a good life with your master, don't forget us... maybe we will meet again in the future."

Feng Yuan and the three-eyed female ghost, Mu Yin looked at him with gentle eyes and a bit of relief.

"Shanshan, don't forget us."

"You will live a long, long life. I hope Shanshan will be safe and happy in the future."

Song Minhuan was stunned for a moment, he still didn't understand what was going on, but he had a strong premonition in his heart, he stood where he was, and stretched out his hand towards several people.

"Wait... where are you going?"

"Stone--"

His voice echoed in the white mist, and the figures of several people disappeared in front of him, leaving only the last voice left by Feng Yuan.

"Shanshan, we have disappeared for many years... we should not exist in this world at this time."

Song Minhuan noticed that the evil spell on his body disappeared, and the bone erosion nail in his mind also disappeared, as if endless gentle spiritual power was slowly nourishing his sea of ​​consciousness.

There was no one in front of him. He stood there, as if he understood something. He looked down at his palm, his heart became empty, and he was stunned for a long time.

The sky was bright in the distance, and he was the only one left here.

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Ten years ago, the eminent monk of Wujingmen said that a good star came to the world in Lutai Mountain.

The eminent monk of Wujingmen has never missed what he said. Someone was waiting for a good star on Lutai Mountain. One month passed, but no one was found. One year passed, but no one was found.

Ten years have passed, and no one is guarding Lutai Mountain anymore.

Until a man went up the mountain to pay homage to his ancestors, and it was rumored that he saw the rumored good star.

Shan Xing is a young man with Yuehua white robe Shengxue, graceful celestial figure, and awe-inspiring temperament. He holds a red lotus in his hand, passes by the ten-mile lotus pond, and quickly disappears under the pear tree.

The man was surprised when he saw that Shanxing... was the reincarnated Holy King who also disappeared in the Twelve States ten years ago.

The rumors of this matter spread, and it became a strange talk in all parts of the Twelve States, and some people were waiting to watch the excitement. Unfortunately, neither the good star nor the reincarnated sage ever appeared again.

The one who was regarded as a good star was Song Minhuan.

Song Minhuan found Shen Yingxue from the ten-mile lotus pond, and he also received Gu Wujiu's letter.He was guarding by the pool. Several days had passed, and he was a little suspicious that he had chosen the wrong one.

His intuition must be right.

Honglian's burning beauty was floating in the pool at this time, he reached out and touched it with his fingertips, but Honglian didn't respond at all.

Song Minhuan poked at the petals of the red lotus, and said to himself in a low voice, "You ignore me now, no one talks to me."

"One year in the phantom formation, ten years outside... Gong Zilan and the others are all gone."

"When will you wake up? I haven't settled with you yet."

Song Minhuan bought a yard in Twelve States. There were pear trees in the yard. In his spare time every day, he would look at Honglian, guard Honglian, and talk to Honglian.

He hadn't lived a comfortable life for a long time, and he lived a very comfortable life like this.Occasionally, I heard some rumors from the Twelve States that Shen Yingxue... said that Shen Yingxue had fallen.

There is also Xiao Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang has become the ghost king of the ghost world, it is said that all the ghost kings of the Ten Palaces do not respect him, Xiao Zhuang is now very famous in the Twelve States.

As for Xu Wanqin... this man is said to be a legend of the Twelve States.This person was surrounded by Shangjing back then, and later entered the ghost city. He has a close friendship with the ghost king. It is rumored that he is still Gu Wujiu's disciple and has a close relationship with the reborn sage. He is nicknamed "the leader of the three realms" in the twelve states.

There is no news from Hua Chongjin and Meng Qi, so I don't know the details.

Song Minhuan was still talking to Honglian, when there was a knock on the door outside, he raised his eyes, a little surprised, wondering who would come to visit him.

Thinking in this way, he went to open the door, and the wooden door creaked open, revealing a familiar face.

The man was wearing a black ghost-wen robe, his eyes were black and gray, and he hadn't seen him for many years, but the man had grown a lot taller, and was now even taller than him.

Song Minhuan was a little surprised, but not so surprised, "Xiaozhuang?"

Zhuang Li said "hmm", "You won't let me in?"

Song Minhuan stepped aside, with mixed feelings in his heart, and wanted to say something, but his eyes fell on Honglian in the pool, wondering if it was his illusion.

Just now, the petals of the red lotus seemed to move slightly.

He slowly withdrew his gaze and closed the door by the way.

He didn't know what to say to Zhuang Li, and he didn't want to say anything more, his eyes were very flat, watching the other party quietly waiting for the other party to speak.

"What happened to you in the phantom array...?"

Zhuang Li's eyes fell on him, seeing the red lotus in the pond, his eyes became a little solemn.

"I saw everything that happened 3000 years ago," Song Minhuan, "I saw Jun Yuenu inside, and then I killed him."

If he was talking to Shen Yingxue, he would have talked about it for three days and three nights, but now he was not interested in facing Zhuang Li, so he simply passed it on.

Zhuang Li was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "It will be good when I come back."

After saying this, the two of them had nothing to say, and Zhuang Li himself was not a talkative person.Once Song Minhuan didn't take the initiative to speak up, Zhuang Li couldn't say anything.

Zhuang Li sat for a while and left, and came back two days later to give him some daily necessities.

He didn't collect them, they were piled up in his yard.

At night, he was reluctant to leave Honglian, so he put Honglian to sleep on the side of the bed. At first, he was worried that Honglian would wither, but later he found that Honglian was still fine, so he was relieved.

"When will you become a human, I miss you so much."

The candlelight was on beside the bed, and the young man on the bed was guarding the red lotus. He had a gentle voice, and his fingertips touched the petals of the red lotus lightly. The red lotus hadn't moved before, but this time, the red lotus moved.

Red Lotus struggled to lift the petals. It tried to wrap the petals around the young man's fingers, but obviously failed, and could only touch the young man's fingertips at the next best thing.

Song Minhuan's eyes became surprised, and he touched the red lotus again, so he couldn't fall asleep, and held the red lotus for a long time.

"I'm not dreaming," Song Minhuan poked Honglian again, "Shen Yingxue, if you don't wake up, I'll think I took it by mistake."

"Is there any injury on your body, I will check it for you."

Song Minhuan carefully opened the petals of the red lotus. He looked left and right, but did not see any scars. Instead, the petals of the red lotus became redder.

"Are you embarrassed?"

He laughed, held the red lotus for a while, touched the petals of the red lotus with the corner of his lips, and then carefully hugged the red lotus and fell asleep.

Ever since Honglian moved that day, Song Minhuan paid more attention to Honglian. He used to stare at Honglian for five or six hours a day, but now he can stare at Honglian for seven or eight hours a day.

For a while, poke the petals of the red lotus, and for a while, the red lotus is silent, and there are many plates of red lotus snacks that are exactly the same as the red lotus.

He engraved Shen Yingxue's name on each plate of dim sum.

"Master, the red lotus dim sum I made is not as good-looking as yours, but yours is much prettier than mine."

Red lotus was paralyzed on his leg, a petal was hooked to his finger, now the petal could move, and it often used the petal to touch him back and forth.

"I'll make it for you in the future, I like to eat what you make."

He touched Honglian with his fingertips, and talked with Honglian for a while, staying with Honglian like this is not boring at all.

Red lotus soaked in the pool every day, he held the red lotus up and lifted it up.

"Master, have you become heavy? I don't remember being this heavy before."

A piece of white snow floated before Song Minhuan's eyes, he raised his eyes, the pear tree in the yard opened, pear blossoms fluttered to the ground, and when the wind blew, the snow fell all over the ground.

"We haven't taken the wine we brewed before...you taught me to brew the pear flower brew. At that time, I didn't know what it meant."

Later, I learned that pear blossoms are made from pear blossoms in spring, and they are brewed under Qianqiu trees. After drinking, lovers can love each other forever.

"At that time, you will accompany me to pick it up."

When he said this to Guren, Guren's petals moved and poked his finger lightly.

The courtyard door was knocked, Song Minhuan thought maybe it was another person, he pretended he didn't hear it, stayed where he was, he didn't answer, someone kept knocking on the door.

So he put Honglian down, said softly to wait for him for a while, and went to open the door by himself.

This time it wasn't Zhuang Li, but Zhuang Li ordered someone to come here.

The dusty sword he had before was lost, and what Zhuang Li sent him a few days ago was something he used on a daily basis, but what he sent today was a sword.

The quality of the sword looked very good, but the scabbard felt heavy in his hand. Before he could speak, the servant who delivered the sword put the sword in his hand, and he left.

Song Minhuan stood where he was, holding the sword in his arms, and was about to throw the sword directly into the corner of the wall, when he turned around, he saw the man under the pear tree.

The pear blossoms fell one after another, and the man's celestial appearance surpassed the snow, his face was smooth and handsome, standing under the pear tree, as if he had stepped out of a painting.

He was a little dazed on the spot, the man had already arrived in front of him, the man's slender fingertips smashed the sword in his hand, and there was tenderness in his eyes.

The voice seemed to come from far away, and it was actually in front of him. It was a warm voice that he was very familiar with.

The voice is very soft, with an incomparably precious meaning.

"My body is here... and my heart is also here."