Immortals come on the moon

They arrived at Ruoshuizong half an hour later.The Ruoshui Sect was destroyed a few years ago, and now there is only an empty peak, with dark brown blood stains on the stone steps, the wind is blowing, and no one has stepped on it for a long time, accumulating a layer of dead air.

Song Minhuan and Zhuang Li got off the carriage, he tied the horse to the edge of the forest, Meng Qi and Hua Chongjin also got off behind them.

"There were monks who came here before," Meng Qi touched the severed stele, "They came here to snatch property after Ruoshui Sect was destroyed. Now that it's been so long, it's hard for us to find any clues from it."

"Go ahead and have a look."

Song Minhuan sent a sword intent to go there, but he didn't find any danger. He walked in front and bypassed Hua Chongjin.

"Shanshan, what are you doing?" Meng Qi subconsciously stood in front of Hua Chongjin.

"Senior Sister," Song Minhuan was a little speechless, "I have a question that I would like to ask him, related to herbal medicine."

Only then did Meng Qi get out of the way, "You can just say no, there are no outsiders here."

Hua Chongjin glanced at him with no emotion in his eyes, as if asking what he wanted to say.

"I encountered the blood sores formed by the green moon grass...is there a way to cure it?"

"Biyuecao?" Meng Qi was a little surprised, "What is this? Who was injured? Xiaozhuang?"

She turned to Zhuang Li and asked, "Xiao Zhuang, are you injured?"

Zhuang Li remained expressionless, trying to throw the noisy Meng Qi out.

Snake Huazong is famous for its poison and Gu, both of which are inseparable from herbs. Most of the bottles and jars that Hua Chongjin sold at the stall before are also powders and concoctions made from herbs.

Hua Chongjin glanced at the gauze on Zhuangli's palm, and said to Song Minhuan, "I have the antidote for the poison of the green moon grass."

He took out a light red bottle from the storage bag, "I went out to pick this last month, you apply it twice a day, and the blood sore will disappear on the third day."

"That's great...it's been a great help."

Song Minhuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly thanked Hua Chongjin.The relationship between him and Hua Chongjin is completely dependent on Meng Qi, and the relationship is neither awkward nor embarrassing. It is a bit embarrassing to accept things from others like this, but it seems inappropriate to give Lingshi.

He was still hesitating, but Hua Chongjin had already stuffed the powder into his hand, and said to him, "Last time you solved my poison formation, and I haven't thanked you well yet."

Hua Chongjin's voice is still hoarse, I haven't seen him for a few days, I don't know if it's an illusion, Song Minhuan always feels that he has grown taller.

The boy who was originally thin and short has grown a bit taller, and his figure is more masculine, so that people will no longer be mistaken for a girl.

"Chongjin told you to keep it." Meng Qi winked at Song Minhuan, "I will thank him for you later."

Song Minhuan pulled Zhuang Li over, patted Zhuang Li on the shoulder, "Xiao Zhuang, thank you."

Zhuang Li obediently whispered a word of thanks.

"Why are you so obedient today?" Song Minhuan pulled Zhuang Li aside, "Let's put the medicine on first."

Opening the light red medicine bottle, Song Minhuan tried the poison secretly. Although Hua Chongjin had no reason to harm them, he had to be on guard.

After confirming that the powder was not poisonous, he sprinkled the powder on Zhuang Li's bloody palm, and bandaged him again, making a knot on each side.

"Okay, does it still hurt? Do you feel better?"

Zhuang Li moved his fingers, looked at the side face of Senior Brother Cheap, and the corners of his lips twitched, "It's grown."

Song Minhuan: "..."

He could tell that it was mocking him, so he tapped Zhuang Li's wrist with his sword, listening to Meng Qi and Hua Chongjin talking and laughing behind him, he didn't look back.

"Senior sister has a good friend now, so she doesn't talk to us anymore."

Song Min sighed happily, "Women are not allowed to stay."

"She's not interested in her," Zhuang Li sneered, "Maybe in the end it's just a matter of fetching water from the bamboo basket."

"How do you see that it's boring? I think the two of them seem to get along well."

Song Minhuan turned his head to look at the two behind him. He and Hua Chongjin met their gazes. Hua Chongjin had no emotion in his eyes and quickly averted his gaze.

"Intuitively," Zhuang Li is not very interested in other people's affairs, "you should worry less about her, this is her own choice, and she needs to bear any consequences in the future."

Song Minhuan was thoughtful. Hearing what Zhuang Li said, he was a little shaken in his heart, and thought of asking Meng Qi another day.

"Is your intuition right?" Song Minhuan asked casually.

Thinking about it, Zhuang Li is from the Sinan priest family, so he should be naturally good at prophecy.

Zhuang Li: "No mistakes."

"Apart from accurate intuition, what else do you know, can you tell fortune?"

He looked up at Zhuang Li, Zhuang Li's eyes were full of asking if you were an idiot, and the corners of his lips were tense.

Song Minhuan was also teasing Zhuang Li, and said to Zhuang Li, "Let's try next time, maybe it will be accurate."

After he finished speaking, Zhuang Li glanced at him, let out a cold sigh, and walked away holding the sword.

Song Minhuan followed Zhuang Li, and they entered the main hall of Ruoshuizong together.

The place is already dilapidated, the incantations carved on the beams and pillars have withered, almost all of the hall has been emptied, old blood splattered on the wall, a large hole in the wooden window is covered with dust, and there are still a few bones in the corner .

Song Minhuan looked at the incantations on the beams and pillars, and found that he recognized some of them, which were Bu's defensive formations, but now that these incantations were all withered, the defensive formations were naturally useless long ago.

"Let's check to see if there is a roster of clan disciples, and go separately. I will go to the side hall, Xiao Zhuang will go to the backyard, and senior sister, you two are in the main hall."

After they discussed it, they moved separately. Song Minhuan went to the side hall. The side hall was originally a study room. There was water in it. The cabinets and the floor were scorched, and most of the books were destroyed.

The sandalwood window was open, and the wind was blowing in, and the burnt wooden door creaked.

The bookshelf was still standing in the corner, and most of the books on it were still there. Presumably it couldn't be something like the classics of exercises, otherwise they wouldn't be left here.

Song Minhuan went to the bookshelf, and he randomly dug out a few books. Most of them were burned, but what was written in a few books could still be identified.

He flipped through it casually, and there were records of Zongmen's trivial matters, disciples' homework inspections, and some records of Lingshi's income and expenditure.

After flipping through the volumes, Song Minhuan was looking for Xu Wanqin's name, and the entire bookshelf was searched, leaving only a yellowed booklet.

This is the only one that is not damaged, because it is not easy to find if you don't look carefully inside.

Song Minhuan went to get the booklet, but when he reached out, he bumped into a stack of waste books, and saw that the book was about to fall, when he didn't pay attention, something in the air stabilized the book.

The paper was rattled by the wind, Song Minhuan looked back, but found nothing, he took out the innermost booklet.

The paper was yellowed and had an old musty smell, and the words "Many Matters of Disciple Jingnian" were written in vague handwriting on it.

Jingnian?But it was 15 years ago...it was also the year when Xu Wanqin, recorded in the roster of the underground sect, died.

Song Minhuan opened the booklet, which recorded the daily life of Jingnian's class of disciples, their test results, their daily performance, and the relationship between disciples, all of which are daily trivialities.

When he opened the book, he saw that it was written by the head of the sect. It seemed that the head of the sect was a caring person who cared a lot about the disciples in the sect.

He flipped through the pages, and when he turned over a dozen pages, he paused with his fingertips.

: Xu Wanqin and Biyue eat and sleep together, Biyue is kind-hearted and treats Xu Wanqin like brothers and sisters.

: Xu Wanqin was almost killed by a first-order monster during the trial.

: Chongguang City Sword Club ranking, Biyue begged me to give Xu Wanqin a place.

: Entering Chongguang City, Xu Wanqin was defeated many times, and Biyue won several games.

: Xu Wanqin disappeared, and Biyue went to look for him regardless of dissuasion.

: Biyue disappeared together, he had no relatives and reasons in the sect, after the elders searched for it for a period of time, the matter was dropped.January [-]rd of the current year.

Song Minhuan stared at these for a long time, and then he rummaged through a pile of books again, and found half a map of the distribution of the sect that had been burned, and a list of where the disciples lived.

The talent is dull, and the first month of Jingnian is exactly two months before Xu Wanqin's death, and the place is also Chongguang City, the annual sword fair.

Song Minhuan vaguely pieced together the truth of the matter.

Regarding the matter of Chongguang City, Xu Wanqin took great pains to kill Shui Jiuqi, which attracted the attention of the aristocratic family, so the aristocratic family had to start this matter.Then he infiltrated into the underground organization, let them go in to save people, rescued all the arrested disciples, and at the same time pulled out the entire underground organization with the help of the aristocratic family.

Because many disciples of Tianzi were involved, this matter became a big issue, and all the aristocratic families began to pay attention to it. The benefits brought by this... benefited those disciples with bad family background, no relatives and no reason, who were easy to be targeted by underground organizations.

They will be protected by the aristocratic family, and those underground organizations will stop, and they will no longer easily attack them.

Why did Xu Wanqin go to such lengths to do such a thing that would not do him any good?

It is unlikely that he is kind in nature, and it is more likely that he has experienced it himself. He wants to tell people the truth, complain for his comrades who died for him, and then take revenge.

Xu Wanqin of the Ruoshui Sect recorded in the underground organization is already dead, and it may not be Xu Wanqin who died... but Biyue who has disappeared.

Afterwards, Xu Wanqin did not return to Ruoshui Sect, but joined Haoyue Peak. He was innately dull, and after three years in Jiange Wenjian, he joined the elders of the third hall, and then entered Shangjing.

As for why he has always had the appearance of a young man... His cultivation base has suddenly increased a lot, and it is easy to maintain his appearance. In addition, he has the true biography of Elder Xuanji, and he can change his body shape at will. Do the real judgement.

He maintains the appearance of 15 years ago... which can also cover up his past experience.

Song Minhuan used the burnt map to find the courtyard where Xu Wanqin lived before. The place was very remote, the door was locked, and he climbed in through the courtyard wall.

The room was opened, and the furnishings inside were simple, with only a wooden bed and a broken wooden box. He searched inside, searched in the corners, but found nothing.

Thinking about it, it was strange to find it after more than ten years.

And these are all his guesses, what is the truth, unless he goes back 15 years ago to see if Xu Wanqin of Ruoshuizong is the same person as the current Xu Wanqin.

Song Minhuan went out from the small courtyard, the weather here was more gloomy, and the evil atmosphere around him was very heavy. The wound on his shoulder was affected by the evil energy, and it began to hurt faintly.

He touched his shoulder, something flashed out of the corner of his eye, the long sword was unsheathed instantly, the leaves rustled, and then fell silent.

When the consciousness is released, there is nothing.

Song Minhuan didn't let down his vigilance, carefully paying attention to the surrounding environment, and found nothing unusual along the way.

In the disciple's courtyard near the back mountain, there is a deep lake next to it. There is spiritual energy in this lake. Song Minhuan felt that there seemed to be a formation at the bottom of the lake, which was very faint. The moment he approached the lake to check.

Suddenly, a pair of pale hands appeared in mid-air, and the cold and cool breath permeated into his bone marrow, as if he wanted to gather all his strength on it, and pushed hard——

Song Minhuan turned his head and saw only a vague black shadow that looked like an evil spirit. He couldn't dodge it for a while, and fell along. His fingertips only touched a little air, but he didn't catch anything.

With a "bang", Song Minhuan fell into the lake, and the icy lake water rushed towards him in all directions. He coughed from choking, and his shoulder felt a tearing pain.

The pain in the wound made it difficult for him to move. The lake water soaked his clothes, his hair was scattered in the water, and his cold white fingertips struggled to swim upwards.

The lake water became heavier and heavier, as if it was going to drag him down. The black evil energy wrapped around him and was completely absorbed by the wound on his shoulder.

Soon he was out of breath and struggling to get to the shore.At this time, the sword in his hand sank, and Song Minhuan's fingertips touched the edge of the sword, and soon the sword fell down again.

If the stone wants to, it doesn't need to sink, it wants to go down!

Song Minhuan was about to reach for the sword, but the cold lake water soaked his whole body, filling his lungs a lot, the pain from the wound slowed down his movements, and his whole body completely sank into the lake water.

A feeling of suffocation rushed over his face, and the bright sky was magnified by the water waves in front of his eyes, and his eyes were a little blurry.

When he was about to fall completely, a gentle spiritual power soaked the wound on his shoulder, stopping the pain.

Something warm touched his lips.

The back of his head was supported by someone, and a breath was breathed between his lips and teeth. After the man breathed out, he paused, and then lightly bit his lips.

Song Minhuan couldn't see the man's figure clearly, he stretched out his hand in the water, but before he touched the man, a sudden pain occurred in his shoulder, and he passed out.

Before fainting, he seemed to see a figure, but the figure was blurry, only the lotus pattern on the cuff could be seen.

The black robe with lotus pattern... Today Xiaozhuang is wearing this, and Meng Qi is also wearing this.

But what emerged in his heart was Shen Yingxue's face.

The author has something to say: ps: Chapter 44 has been slightly revised, and the minor adjustments to the timeline will not affect what you have read.