Immortals come on the moon

"Your master has something to investigate while staying here. I will take you back first. I have already notified Meng Qi."

After Lan Su finished speaking, the young man behind him didn't respond. He looked back, Zhuang Li's face was still stained with blood, his breath was cold and low, and his downcast eyes couldn't see the emotion inside.

Ever since Shen Yingxue took people away, she has been so out of her mind, needless to say the reason.

"I'll see you when I go back," Lan Su didn't know what was on his mind, and chuckled, with unclear meaning in his voice, "The strength is not as good as others, even if you get it, you will still be snatched away."

Zhuang Li's eyelashes trembled for a moment, and he held the long sword tightly.

They quickly joined a group of disciples, and all major sects sent people to send their disciples back.

Meng Qi saw Lan Su and Zhuang Li in the crowd. She had been with Hua Chongjin for the past few days and was in a good mood. She stepped forward to pat Zhuang Li on the shoulder.

"Xiao Zhuang, why are you alone, where is your brother?"

Before she put her hand on Zhuang Li's shoulder, Zhuang Li sideways avoided, and looked up at her with indifference.

"what happened?"

Meng Qi withdrew his hand indifferently. Seeing the man walking away, she asked, "Who is he just fighting with?"

"Xianjun took his senior brother away," Lan Su said, "You should pay more attention to him when you have time, Xianjun will not be back for a few days."

After saying this, Meng Qi understood, and she laughed, "So that's how it is."

Zhuang Li was standing alone on the edge of the cliff, the green was verdant, the mist was shrouded in the mountains, the bottom was a deep cliff, the pebbles at his feet fell, and there was no echo left behind.

In the distance was the sound of the bustling crowd. His eyes were looking at the deep cliff, but his pupils were deeper than the deep cliff.

A clear voice suddenly sounded in the ear.

"You want to kill him?"

"As long as you are with me, I promise... You can get people, and you can get revenge. At that time, whether it is Shen Yingxue or your senior sister...they will just crawl under your feet like ants."

Zhuang Li raised his eyelids, his eyes were filled with gloom, and he said a word coldly, "Get lost."

The voice laughed, as if it came from far away.

"You'll come to me."

……

The carriage wobbled for a day and stopped at night.

Shen Yingxue got out of the carriage, and when Song Minhuan jumped off, Shen Yingxue reached out to help him, and they arrived at a town.

The town is obviously not as lively as the city at night, the soft lights are filled with evening breeze, a few scattered shops are still open, and there are almost no people on the road.

Shen Yingxue wore a black lotus robe, her face was even brighter than the red lotus on the cuffs, but only Song Minhuan could see this appearance, in the eyes of ordinary people, she was just an ordinary tall man.

"Stay overnight? How many people? There is only one room left."

The waiter threw a Tianzi token to them, and Shen Yingxue didn't plan to change to another inn, so she gave the waiter two ingots of silver and took the token away.

Song Minhuan followed Shen Yingxue upstairs, the two of them wanted to sleep in one room.It's not like she didn't stay overnight in Shen Yingxue's room before. At that time, it was because she was very happy to have close contact with Shen Yingxue, but now... she was inexplicably nervous.

He recalled that Xu Wanqin was going to kill him, so he went to find Shen Yingxue, and he had a nightmare that night?At that time, he had never seen Shen Yingxue on the bed when he woke up before going to bed.

Maybe Shen Yingxue meditates at night and does not need to sleep. He can meditate for at most two hours before going to bed, and then he will be unable to hold on and will be sleepy.

There was only one lamp burning in the room, and Song Minhuan lit the remaining candles with the wick.

"Master, is this place still in the Underground Chongguang City?"

"It doesn't count," Shen Yingxue put the sword on the table, "I have something to do here, the Gate of Twelve Nights has revived Feng Yuan, Shuozhou has also awakened, and then they should return I'll go find the rest of you."

"Feng Yuan has been resurrected?" Song Minhuan was a little surprised when he heard the words, "So...the idols and magic circle in the cave are just a cover?"

Shen Yingxue nodded, "The ancient gods all have their own consciousness, not to mention living people or fallen gods. If what they resurrected is really Feng Yuan, then there is no need to worry too much."

"As Feng Yuan, I will not allow them to do evil in the world. If what they resurrect is not Feng Yuan, but a "reincarnation" with Feng Yuan's power, then it will be troublesome instead."

Song Minhuan recalled the scene he saw when he met the god statue in the cave, the woman's voice seemed to be engraved in his mind all the time, if that woman was really Feng Yuan, he felt... Feng Yuan would not obey the Twelve Nights Gate.

But since Twelve Nights Gate revived Fengyuan, it should have thought about this in advance, and I am afraid there are other means.

First is Feng Yuan, then what happens after that?Could it be Lan, the Ksitigarbha son, Changle God of War, and... that mysterious man wearing a robe.

Shen Yingxue's Yunshan sword was placed on the table, with the simple and simple lotus pattern cast on it, with a dark temperament and restrained sharpness.

Song Minhuan noticed a crack in the middle of the sword, he reached out to touch it, touched the blade, and a warm and soft breath spread to his fingertips.

It looks cold, but feels warm to the touch, Song Minhuan asked, "Master, is this sword psychic?"

"It's warm to the touch."

Shen Yingxue glanced at the sword on the table, and said with a light smile, "It has a bad temper and doesn't pay much attention to people. It might get scratched if you touch it."

"On weekdays, he is rarely willing to get close to people... It seems that he likes you very much."

Song Minhuan was a little happy when he heard the words, with curiosity in his autumn eyes, he lay on the table and looked at the sword lying on the table, and stretched out his hand to poke it lightly twice.

There was warmth from the fingertips, the sword was warm all over his body, Song Minhuan poked it again, and asked, "Master, will it eat snacks and drink tea?"

In his impression, the only psychic sword is the stone, and the stone only steals snacks, drinks and sleeps every day.

"I don't usually eat it, you can try feeding it."

There were small snacks on the table, Song Minhuan took a piece of snack and put it on the sword, the Yunshan sword moved slightly, and the snack was gone in an instant, and even touched his fingertips with the tip of the sword, with a very intimate attitude.

Shen Yingxue who was opposite him poured a cup of tea and drank the whole cup.

Song Minhuan found it interesting and couldn't help laughing. He took the stone and put it next to Yunshan Sword.

Shi Shi, who didn't pay much attention to him on weekdays, suddenly became energetic, the blade moved, and straightened the blade facing Yunshan Sword. It seemed that he was very interested in Yunshan Sword.

Can swords and swords also be friends?

The stone circled the Yunshan sword twice, and the blade was about to poke it, when the Yunshan sword slammed the stone, and the stone fell to the ground with a bang.

Shen Yingxue said flatly: "It has a bad temper."

Song Minhuan: "..." I can tell.

He played Yunshan Sword on the table for a while, and after the stone was knocked into the air, he didn't get angry, and fell to the ground and started to play dead until he went to pick it up.

After he went to bed, Yun Shanjian also got into bed after him. Song Minhuan was lying down, and Yun Shanjian followed his example and lay beside him.

Song Minhuan turned to look at Shen Yingxue, and Yun Shanjian poked his butt from behind.

Song Minhuan: "..."

He turned around, and Yun Shanjian was lying on the side, as if nothing had happened.

Song Minhuan thought it might be an accident, so he turned back again, and this time it was his other butt that was poked.

"Master, why did it poke me?"

Song Minhuan sat up, took the Yunshan sword in his hand, his face blushed, he held this sword in his hand that he liked but seemed to be bullying him, and his voice was muffled.

"Maybe I like you and want to play with you."

So why poke the ass?This sword seems to hold a grudge, Song Minhuan said to Yunshan Sword, "I'm going to bed, we'll play tomorrow morning."

The Yunshan sword moved slightly in his hand, and after he lay down, it slipped into his arms through the gap in his clothes, and fell asleep with him.

The sword was warm against his chest, and Song Minhuan felt quite comfortable, so he let it go.

After he lay down, the lights in the room were turned off, and he didn't fall asleep. He felt a familiar breath coming from his side, and Shen Yingxue lay down next to him.

The last lamp was also turned off, and Song Minhuan opened his eyes. He secretly looked to the side, and found that Shen Yingxue was lying flat, in a very regular sleeping position.

He painted Shen Yingxue's eyebrows and eyes in the dark, and Shen Yingxue said, "Can't sleep?"

"Hmm... Maybe it's because I slept too much during the day," Song Minhuan said, "Master, how many days are we going to stay in this town?"

"It won't be long," Shen Yingxue said softly, "Do you want to go back?"

Song Minhuan was actually a little worried about Xiaozhuang, but with Meng Qi around, there shouldn't be any problems.He just wanted to talk to Shen Yingxue, and replied, "Where is the master, I will go there."

"Don't worry about Xiaozhuang anymore." Shen Yingxue asked.

"I'm also worried, but with Senior Brother Lan Su and Meng Qi around, he should be fine."

Shen Yingxue turned sideways, her eyes fell on him, "Does the injury on the shoulder still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Song Minhuan tried to move, but there was still some faint pain. He was about to reach out to touch it, when another hand stretched out from the side.

Shen Yingxue was very close to him, a white light overflowed from her fingertips, the soft white light penetrated into the wound, the pain was gradually eased away, and the small split wound healed again.

"There is an evil spirit on the Shuozhou knife, and the wound will heal very slowly. Don't touch it casually for a few days."

Song Minhuan looked at Shen Yingxue's side face in the dark, breathed a little lighter, and replied, "I see."

"If it hurts, tell me, don't hold back."

Song Minhuan nodded, holding the sword in his arms, the warmth seemed to reach his heart.

He didn't sleep well that night, and he had a strange dream after falling asleep.

In the dream, there was a blood-stained village, piled up with rotting corpses, and the sky was dark and oppressive. As far as the eye could see, there were corpses everywhere, and above the piled corpses, there was a small figure.

The boy was thin and skinny, but his back was straight. He sat on the corpse with his knees hugged, and there was a sharpened bloody branch beside him.

Song Minhuan recognized it, it was Zhuang Li.

For example, Zhuang Li is younger today...it was Zhuang Li when he was a child.

Song Minhuan didn't know that he was in a dream, so he walked towards Zhuangli subconsciously.The teenager's hair was disheveled, his body was stained with blood and dirt, and he raised his head when he approached.

Those eyes were silent and deep, and he clenched the branch in his hand, and the nails were also covered with blood and mud.

"Xiao Zhuang?"

Song Minhuan walked up to Zhuang Li, but before he got close, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and there was a burning pain from his wrist.

The flesh and blood melted, and the bones inside were exposed. He stared blankly at his wrist, and Zhuang Li, who was opposite him, also realized something, and let go of his hand in an instant.

Zhuang Li looked at his hands, stubbornness and pain flashed in his eyes, both hands were trembling, and he reached out and pushed him away forcefully.

"Stay away from me...I'll hurt you."

Song Minhuan stood still, with only bones left on his wrist, looked at Zhuang Li opposite, and opened his mouth.

"Xiao Zhuang, what's going on?"

He realized that something was wrong, and subconsciously reached out to touch Zhuang Li. With such a touch, Zhuang Li's whole body turned into a scorching flame, and he walked away from him in an instant.A heat wave was coming, and the boy stood alone at the end of the raging fire.

"Xiao Zhuang!"

Song Minhuan rushed into the blaze, he felt difficult to breathe, his lungs were burned and his eyes hurt.

For a moment, his eyes could no longer see clearly, and in the endless darkness, there were only two huge characters left.

One is "ten" and the other is "three".

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-0315:17:34~2021-04-0512:03:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: gold for attack, 1 rehydration;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of summer flowers; 1 bottle of carrots and phoenix cultivating immortals;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!