Immortals come on the moon

"Don't be with him." Zhuang Li clenched the sword in his hand, looked at Song Minhuan at the same level, and his voice was slightly lowered.

This is the first time he has made a request to the cheap brother in front of him.He couldn't understand why it was Shen Yingxue, he just felt that he was too weak and not strong enough, so he could only watch helplessly as his brother was snatched away by others.

If he can be more powerful, able to protect his brother every time he encounters danger... maybe it won't be like this now.

Brothers will not choose others.

Don't be with others... Wait a minute, give him some time... He doesn't want to be with others at the expense of senior brother.

Song Minhuan stopped, he saw a bit of stubbornness and unwillingness in Zhuang Li's eyes, he thought of something in his heart, and laughed.

"Xiao Zhuang, are you reluctant to part with me?"

The moonlight fell on the eaves, and the ground sprinkled a layer of silver light.The boy Qiushui in front of him is always so gentle in his eyes, the bottom of his eyes is shining brightly, with a smile on his lips, when he looks at him with endless tolerance, his whole body blends with the three thousand lights behind him.

"Everyone's path is different, Xiao Zhuang, senior brother won't stay by your side for the rest of my life."

The tone was obviously too light, and the eyes were still gentle as usual, but Zhuang Li felt a prickly pain in his heart for no reason.

Why can't...—Isn't it good to stay by his side for the rest of my life?He just wants a cheap brother-one.

He didn't say these words, he already understood the answer in his heart.

Some dark thoughts popped up in his heart, and he didn't want to be with him, so he tried to lock up the senior brother so that no one could see it, so that no one else would miss it. The senior brother can only Saw him—person.

Senior brother is so kind, no matter how he bullies him, he will never be willing to blame him.

It's best to force the senior brother to beg him.

Sure enough...he has long been rotten from the root.

All his dark thoughts, when they met the young man's eyes, disappeared little by little like the damp that had not seen the sun for a long time.

"I can be with you now, but in a few more years..." Song Minhuan didn't say anything else, and he might not be able to say anything about the future.

Now that Zhuang Li already has the intention of leaving, he doesn't know what will happen to them in the future.

Zhuang Li looked at the young man in front of him. Hearing this, he clenched his long sword tightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a cold arc. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

In front of them is a Zhulan Pavilion with three big characters "Peony Pavilion" on the plaque.The smell of incense powder here is strong, and there are many women in gorgeous long skirts, with light fireflies and small fans, red Koudan, red lips, beautiful eyes and fine flowers.

There are peony clusters in Liuge, carved railings and painted buildings.

Song Minhuan didn't say anything else, he was standing at the door, a woman greeted customers with a smile on her face, the powder on the fan rushed towards her face, and the woman laughed sweetly.

"Young master, do you want to come in and take a look?"

Before he could answer, there were many figures in front of him, Zhuang Li coldly blocked the woman with his sword.

"Step aside."

The woman grinned and said angrily, "What are you doing so fiercely? - I don't know how to pity and cherish jade at all."

Then another woman came up and saw Zhuang Li's cold face, they all dispersed again.Later, some young men came over, Zhuang Li's expression turned ugly, and he let those young men go away.

Song Minhuan was a little helpless, but didn't say anything, and let Zhuang Li drive away all the men and women who wanted to get close to them.

"You want to see Mr. Zhaorong?"

The boss here is also a young man, he has a pair of naturally attractive fox eyes, with a smile in his eyes, half of his face is covered by a fan, and laughter comes over.

"He is upstairs. There are many people who want to see him every day. Whether you can see him or not depends on the fate of the two of you."

Song Minhuan and Zhuang Li went upstairs together, "This Mr. Zhaorong is quite mysterious."

Zhuang Li: "Pretending to be a ghost."

The eaves of the second floor were covered with red ribbons, and the ribbons fluttered, and the bone bells collided with each other to make a crisp sound.Outside the room at the end of the corridor stood a masked maid.

"The two sons want to see Mr. Zhaorong?"

Song Minhuan nodded, "Master Zhaorong is in there now?"

"Young Master Zhaorong left a question today, if the two young masters can answer it, then you can go in and see Young Master Zhaorong."

The maid stretched out her hand and grabbed one of the bone bells, which had a flat wooden sign on it, and small characters were engraved on the wooden sign.

What a strange rule.

Song Minhuan took the wooden sign and saw three characters written on it: "What is a puppet?"

What is a puppet?

When Song Minhuan heard this question, he thought of those puppets in the city, and spoke carefully.

"A person is not a person, his own body is not his own body, his thoughts are not his own thoughts, if he has a mind, he has no mind, and if he has no mind, he has a mind, this is a puppet."

The maid didn't know what sound transmission she received, her eyes under the mask showed no emotion, and she continued to ask, "So, what is a puppet?"

"The so-called puppet is a tool for others to drive."

"The word puppet together means that even if it is a person, it is actually a tool controlled by the people behind it to realize its own wishes and goals. Therefore, it is called "human beings are not human beings". You have a body, but you are not yourself. The things you want to do, so it is said that "one's own body is not one's own body, and other people's thoughts are not one's own thoughts." Obviously have one's own thoughts, but have no ability to change the status quo, so it is said that "if you have a heart, you have no heart, and if you don't have a heart, you have a heart."

After Song Minhuan finished speaking, the maid put her hands on her shoulders and saluted him.The Zhumen in front of him slowly opened to both sides, and that Mr. Zhaorong allowed him to enter.

He and Zhuang Li went in together, the room did not know what kind of incense was lit, the fragrance was rich but did not make people feel uncomfortable, the interior decoration was thick and old-fashioned, the curtains with dark patterns were blown by the wind outside the window, and a person was sitting by the window .

The man was wearing a dark purple robe with a totem of a little ghost on it. He was wearing a hell mask, only showing his stern jaw.The slender fingertips are holding the chess pieces, and there are black bracelets on both wrists, which look a little like shackles.

His whole body is like Lanxiang, quiet and gentle, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Through the eyes under the mask and the aura exuding from the man, Song Minhuan felt an unusually familiar feeling, familiar at the same time... a little strange.

This temperament and this figure... are too similar to a person.

He and Zhuang Li looked at each other, and Zhuang Li was about the same as he thought.The two of them didn't send sound transmissions to each other. They were so close that they didn't know each other's cultivation level, so they might be noticed by each other.

At that moment, Song Minhuan already knew the answer, but he didn't dare to ask presumptuously, so he stood where he was and didn't speak.

It was Mu Zhaorong who spoke first, "Why are you looking for me?"

Song Minhuan looked at the chess game in front of Mu Zhaorong, he was playing with himself, the black and white pieces were facing each other and pressing each other step by step.

"We heard that Mr. Mu was able to remove the tracking order on the identity card, so we came here to ask for advice."

Mu Zhaorong slowly put down the chess pieces in his hand, then raised his eyes to look at Song Minhuan, his gaze was slightly focused, and fell on the position between the young man's neck.

Inside the skirt is a red lotus jade button.

"It's fate." Mu Zhaorong didn't know what came to mind, he laughed abruptly, and said to the two teenagers, "I've always only done business, I can tell you how to get rid of the tracking order, what do you give in exchange?"

Song Minhuan heard that his heart was not good, this Mu Zhaorong didn't look very simple, he said that he used the method of transaction, and the request he made would most likely embarrass them.

"What does Mr. Mu want?" Song Minhuan asked, "When we first came to Chiyue, what we brought with us was limited. You might as well tell Mr. Mu first, if we both have something, we will not be stingy to give it to you. If it is something in the city, we I will search within the scope of my ability."

That being said, he felt that the other party definitely didn't like what they had on them.And if the request made by the other party is really excessive, they may not agree to it. After all, they still have tasks to do when they come here, so it won't take too long.

This man's temperament is too similar to that person's, there are five or six points of similarity, even five or six points are enough to make Zhuang Li disgusted.

Zhuang Li didn't speak on the side, wanting to hear what request this person would make.

"You don't need to be nervous," Mu Zhaorong took another chess piece, and said calmly, "Come play a game of chess with me first."

"If I can beat me, I might consider telling you directly."

How could he not take advantage of this free pick-me-up? Song Minhuan didn't know much about chess, so he poked Zhuang Li next to him with his sword and let Zhuang Li pass by.

Zhuang Li asked coldly: "If I win, tell us how to get rid of the tracking order?"

"Yes." Mu Zhaorong gave an accurate reply, then raised his eyes and said, "If you lose, tell me your names."

In Chiyue City, telling the other party your name is equivalent to handing over your life and death to the other party.

Hearing the words, Song Minhuan grabbed Zhuang Li's sleeves, he didn't care whether the other party would hear their voice transmission at this time, he asked, "Can you do it? It's not worthwhile to gamble like this, if not, we can do it too." If you think of another way, it's not that you have to ask Mu Zhaorong."

This Mu Zhaorong gave people a very strange feeling, he planned to go out and told Shen Yingxue how he felt, wondering if Shen Yingxue knew the details of this person.

In his heart, Shen Yingxue knew almost everything.

Zhuang Li replied calmly, "I'll try, if we lose, we'll find a way to get out."

Song Minhuan pursed his lips, and slowly let go of his hand. At this time, of course he chose to trust his junior brother.

The window was open, the night breeze blew away the fragrance of the room, the two sat facing the chessboard, the chessboard was reshuffled, Mu Zhaorong took the white stones, Zhuang Li used the black stones.

Under the moonlight, the Hades mask on Mu Zhaorong's face looked solemn, and he said, "Heizi goes first."

When the sunspot fell, Zhuang Li was not polite, and chose a place to place the ball at random.

Even though Song Minhuan didn't know much about chess, he could tell that Zhuang Li did whatever he wanted, his little junior was completely thinking of where to play, and he seemed to have no rules.

But every time when Mu Zhaorong was about to become five sons in a row, he blocked Mu Zhaorong to a dead end, retreating instead of advancing, and the sunspots gradually pressed on Bai Zi.

Song Minhuan was watching. The two parties were not very nervous, and they looked like they were in a normal match.He looked around the room, already thinking about how he and Zhuang Li would get out if Zhuang Li loses later.

- The game of chess lasted for more than half an hour, and finally - a piece fell, Song Minhuan's heart was relieved, and the two played to a draw.

Mur Zhaorong's chess skills should not be bad, he didn't expect Xiao Zhuang, he only saw Xiao Zhuang practicing swords on weekdays, but he didn't expect Xiao Zhuang to be able to play chess.

"A draw," Mu Zhaorong said to the two of them, still holding a chess piece in his hand, "So, as we said at the beginning, we will exchange things."

"What does Mr. Mu want?" Song Minhuan asked like this, he was facing the direction outside the window, and vaguely saw a figure, he turned his head and looked out the window.

So - look, meet - a familiar face.

Xu Wanqin was downstairs, noticed something, and raised his head as if aware of something.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air.

Song Minhuan: "..."

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