Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan suddenly covered his eyes, he bent over and curled up in pain, his face turned pale, and his knuckles turned white as he gritted his teeth.The darkness and the sense of weightlessness came endlessly, and he had the illusion that he was falling into the abyss in a trance.

See nothing, feel nothing.

He didn't know how long he stayed in the same place, and the pain gradually disappeared.

Song Minhuan let go of his fingertips, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. When he raised his eyes, the two words had dissipated in the air, and he was still in the sea of ​​flames.Zhuang Li's back was arrogant and decisive, he turned around at some point, looking at him with some expectation in his eyes.

Seems to be expecting him to pass.

The fire was burning, and a familiar voice came from behind.

"Shan Shan."

He was slightly taken aback when he heard this voice, then turned around and saw Shen Yingxue across the sea of ​​flames.

In front was Zhuang Li, and behind him was Shen Yingxue. He stood where he was, not understanding what this meant.

Is it for him to choose one?

Shen Yingxue has the ability to protect herself, while Xiaozhuang is still very weak... He wants to see what is going on with Xiaozhuang first.

In the room, Shen Yingxue watched the young man on the bed frown, his face turned pale, and he called out "Shan Shan".

He glanced at the wound on the young man's shoulder, and a trace of black air came out from his fingertips, and the black air dissipated at his fingertips.

Then his fingertips touched the young man's forehead, and he watched the young man walk towards Zhuang Li in his dream, his eyes downcast with unclear emotions.

Song Minhuan walked up to Zhuang Li, the moment he approached, a sharpened branch pierced straight through his heart.

The sharp pain pierced through his heart, blood came out from between Song Minhuan's fingers, and the flames burned his face. He looked up at Zhuang Li with disbelief on his face.

Song Minhuan woke up from the severe pain, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he let go of the quilt and subconsciously touched the position of his heart, as if there was still a faint pain.

"Master?"

It was still dark outside, Shen Yingxue handed him a cup of tea, and the tea touched his lips, "Did you have a nightmare? Your wound hasn't healed yet, and the evil spirit will affect what you have left."

"Dreams are usually one of the ways of influence. You will dream about the things you least want to happen, or be peeped into your heart's desire by them, making you trapped inside and unable to get out."

Song Minhuan understood when he heard the words, he had always wanted to bring Zhuang Li to justice, so he was affected by the evil spirit, and what he dreamed was the last thing he wanted to happen.

The warm tea soaked his lips, he drank a cup of tea and asked, "This... is there a way to avoid it?"

"What usually happens in a dream is what you care about most." Shen Yingxue put the cup back, "If you put it down by yourself, it will have nothing to do with you."

Shen Yingxue looked at him and said softly, "What did you dream about?"

"I..." Song Minhuan hesitated, "I dreamed of being killed by someone, Master, I know it's fake, but I'm still afraid, and I can't overcome it."

"It shouldn't be a few days. Anyway, it's just a dream, and it won't have much impact."

Song Min was overjoyed, he touched his heart again, and it really didn't hurt anymore, the feeling just now was just an illusion in a dream.

"You are optimistic." Shen Yingxue seemed to smile, "Then go to sleep, I will watch over from now on."

Song Minhuan had the nerve to ask Shen Yingxue to help him watch the night, he sat up, his black hair was loose on his shoulders, his snow-white skirt was opened a little, and he straightened it up.

"I won't sleep anymore, and meditate with Master."

He sat next to Shen Yingxue in a dignified manner, closed his eyes and began to meditate, night is a good time to practice his spiritual consciousness, he released his spiritual consciousness, and spread it outward little by little.

She intentionally avoided Shen Yingxue, after all Shen Yingxue's spiritual consciousness was too strong.He came out of the room consciously, and heard the yawning of the waiter in the night watch shop downstairs, a jar of wine leaked from the underground wine tank, the wind was blowing, the shadows of the trees were shaking, and the tassels of the lanterns were flying away.

Walking through the streets and alleys of blue bricks and green tiles, Da Jing beat drums and gongs in the alley, and the "Midnight, be careful of fire candles" echoed in the alley again and again.

Song Minhuan didn't know how long he had been meditating. He was lazy and slept every day. He didn't meditate much in the second half of the night, and he became sleepy after a while.

The eyelids are drooping together, and there are double images when seeing things.

There was a slight movement from the side, Shen Yingxue opened her eyes, and the boy next to her fell into the pillow, closed her eyes and fell asleep, breathing very lightly.

Shen Yingxue reached out and gently touched the boy's face, but the boy didn't respond at all, white light poured into the center of the boy's brows, and the frowning eyebrows smoothed away little by little.

As if feeling comfortable, the boy stretched out his hand to hold him, unwilling to let him take it back, and wanted him to keep it like this.

Shen Yingxue's eyes were deep, and she kept letting the boy hold his fingertips like this.He stared intently at the boy with lowered eyes, and traced the boy's facial features with his fingertips, and then landed on the boy's lips.

The two red lips are slightly parted, and the fine white teeth are faintly visible inside.The boy was very quiet when he fell asleep, and he was a bit more obedient than usual.

The slender fingers pressed it lightly, and they touched a piece of softness, which was the same as the one he had touched before, but there were some differences.Perhaps it was because of discomfort, the boy turned his face away slightly, and when he turned his face away, something warm touched his fingertips.

Shen Yingxue's fingertips tensed slightly, and she slowly withdrew her hand.

The night passed, and Song Minhuan slept soundly in the second half of the night. When he woke up, he was stabbed by the Yunshan Sword. Shen Yingxue was sitting at the table, and he was still covered with a thin quilt.

The quilt was naturally covered by Shen Yingxue, so it goes without saying why he was able to sleep soundly in the second half of the night.

"Are you awake? You want breakfast, and I'll ask Xiaoer to bring it up later."

Song Minhuan got off the bed with a warm heart, "No need, where are we going today?"

Shen Yingxue: "Go to the iron shop."

Song Minhuan performed a cleansing technique, and when she got to Shen Yingxue's side, she found a map in Shen Yingxue's hand.

This map cannot be described as simple, it is simply very scribbled, with a square frame on it, two black dots and a triangular red strange symbol, and nothing else.

Song Minhuan tried to ask: "Is this painted by Master?"

Shen Yingxue moved her fingertips invisibly, and said "um", her voice was still gentle, "I have been here before, this is the map left over from that time."

Song Minhuan: "..."

"We should be here now," Shen Yingxue pointed to a blank space, and then pointed to the red dot, "This is where we are going."

Song Minhuan didn't know how Shen Yingxue saw it, he felt inexplicably that such a Shen Yingxue was cute, and asked, "Then how should we go?"

"I'll take you there," Song Minhuan said seeing Shen Yingxue about to put away the map, "Master, give this to me."

Shen Yingxue didn't ask him why he wanted the map, and gave him the map, "Clean up, we'll go there now."

He didn't have anything to pack, and with Shen Yingxue's map in hand, the two of them left the inn together.

The small town was very lively during the day, and all the people coming and going were market people. When Song Minhuan went downstairs, he asked the waiter for a pen.

He added the streets he saw on the road and several easily recognizable squares and pavilions to the map.

There are a few more simple small houses on the map. His paintings are simple but highly recognizable. The fonts are elegant and elegant, and the names of Nanbei and Fangge are marked on them.

Shen Yingxue led him through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped at a remote blacksmith shop in the west of the city.

The blacksmith shop is in the long alley, and the blacksmith at the door is smelting iron, sparks are splashed out, and various weapons and iron tools are displayed inside.

"Where is Mu Yin?"

Hearing this name, the blacksmith paused the hammer slightly, wiped a sweat towel on his hand, and looked Shen Yingxue up and down.

"He died a long time ago."

Shen Yingxue continued, "Then do you know where he was buried?"

"Master Chiyue missed his homeland, and was buried in his homeland after death."

"Where is the motherland now?"

"Chongguang Ten Mile River."

The two gold beads were placed on the stone table next to the blacksmith, and Shen Yingxue took Song Minhuan away.The sound of blacksmithing still echoed, and they walked out of the alley.

"Master, who is Mu Yin?"

"He is a member of the Gate of Twelve Nights. He was originally the patriarch of the Chiyue Clan. Later, he was betrayed. The whole clan was arrested. The other party used their blood to refine red tassel oil and imprisoned their clan for generations. Later, Mu Yin Saved by the Gate of Twelve Nights, he joined them."

"Is he still there?"

Song Minhuan felt that something was wrong, there was still red tassel oil circulating around the world, if it really existed, Mu Yin would never allow anyone to use his clansmen to refine red tassel oil.

He recalled the red tassel oil he had seen on the paper crane at that time, and felt that it burned like fresh blood... He didn't expect that it was really made of human blood.

"No...they disappeared from people's field of vision 2000 years ago...maybe more than 2000 years ago."

"At first I thought they went to the endless abyss, but now it seems that they are all asleep, and they have been gradually awakened in recent years."

"Some are sleeping, some are dead. I don't know why this happens. I guess, it may have something to do with the Changle God of War."

"They have internal means to revive the dead, and wake up the sleeping ones. All of these... are inextricably linked with that underground god."

Shen Yingxue touched Song Minhuan's head, led him away from the pedestrians on the side of the road, and said in a gentle voice, "You have already met the people in the Gate of Twelve Nights, the silver-haired man you met in Zhanmeng City before, the sun above The eye pattern is the totem representing the Gate of Twelve Nights."

"He is the servant of the ghost world. At that time, they focused on Zhuang Li. They didn't tell you at that time, because they were worried that you would be afraid, and they were not sure."

Song Minhuan was a little worried about Zhuang Li, he frowned for a while, then let go, and asked, "We are going here now, are we going to wake up Mu Yin before the gate of Twelve Nights?"

"It's not good for us to wake up," Shen Yingxue, "As far as I know, both the resurrection formation and the spirit-leading formation require the bones of the performers. We need to take away Mu Yin's bones before they do."

"So that's how it is," Song Minhuan understood, "When are we going to leave?"

"It's not in a hurry," Shen Yingxue, "It's not easy to enter that place, and the other party will not be faster than us."

"We'll stay in this town for two days. You'll heal your wounds, and I'll help you get rid of evil spirits again at night."

Shen Yingxue: "I have to get rid of it every two days. I will help you get rid of it when you are unconscious. Today is the second day."

"Okay," Song Minhuan completed the map and returned it to Shen Yingxue, "Master, it will be easier to recognize in the future."

It is full of the street distribution map of the whole town, from their inn to the blacksmith's shop, the font is very clear.

Shen Yingxue picked it up, and touched his fingertips during the process. He felt his fingertips numb, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Shanshan's drawing is very beautiful," Shen Yingxue said with a light smile, "I will draw the map for you wherever you go in the future. My drawing is too rough."

Song Minhuan looked at Shen Yingxue, his heart moved slightly, and he replied, "Okay, as long as Master doesn't dislike it."

The two of them returned to the inn, Song Minhuan sat on the edge of the bed, took off his upper body robe, and took off his inner clothes, revealing the thin upper body of a teenager.

His skin is very fair, his wrists are slender, but his waist is extremely thin.On his right shoulder, there were two long suture marks, one of which was not completely healed, and a trace of black air would emerge from time to time.

Both wounds were sewed by Shen Yingxue, whether intentionally or not, Shen Yingxue sewed the wounds into the shape of a lotus flower.From a distance, it looks like there are red lotuses blooming on his shoulders, which make his face look bright and beautiful.