Immortals come on the moon

Both sides of the streets and alleys are full of lights, people come and go talking and laughing, red tassel oil flickers in it, bricks, tiles, lamps and shadows overlap, forming the fireworks in this world.

In this crowded street, no one noticed a teenager in the crowd.

The young man was wearing a black robe with lotus pattern, which was already soaked in blood.He staggered, every step was very difficult, if he got close to him, he could smell a strong smell of blood.

His face was pale without a trace of blood, and the palm was densely packed with small holes, and the wound on it had not healed.Holding the sword, blood flowed out from between the fingers, some dried up on the sword, and the sword pattern seemed to be dripping in a pool of blood.

Zhuang Li felt heavy all over his body. He escaped from the bone pecking platform, and the traces of the gnawing insects in his blood vessels disappeared, but he still felt pain in his internal organs, and his hand holding the sword was a little hard.

He walked through the crowd, not paying attention to some strange eyes in the crowd, roughly identifying the direction, and wanted to go back to the side courtyard, wondering if the senior brother had gone back.

Senior brother might have gone to find him in the maze... He didn't expect anyone else to find him besides senior brother.

The fishy sweetness in his throat made him unable to make a sound. He held the long sword, and behind him were blood spots winding all over the ground.

Passing by the entrance of the inn on the way, the waiter in the inn looked unhappy and asked him to stay away so as not to dirty the ground at the entrance of the inn.

There was no expression on his face, and he didn't talk to the waiter in the shop.The footsteps that were originally going to one side stopped, and they walked directly through the door of the inn.

The shop clerk spat on the ground and cursed bad luck.

Zhuang Li lowered his eyes, and the long sword in his hand dripped a drop of deep red blood on the ground.

Not long after Zhuang Li passed by the inn, the waiter at the door of the inn suddenly opened his eyes wide, there was a neat line of blood on his neck, and the corpse was separated in an instant.

Zhuang Li walked into a remote alley, and he was getting closer and closer to the courtyard. He looked down at his clothes, the lotus pattern on them had been dyed red, and he looked really embarrassed now.

If that person saw him, he would probably feel distressed again.

He likes how his senior brother cares about him.

Thinking of this, he turned the corner, and when he was about to arrive, he moved a little faster, ignoring the pain like a broken ankle.

The yard is remote, and there is a pear tree at the gate.The pear tree has been here for an unknown number of years, and its branches spread across half of the sky. If it comes to March and April, the white flowers on it will be in full bloom, and when the wind blows, they will fall all over the ground.

Such a tree can easily block the view. For example, when Zhuang Li stood not far from the pear tree, people under the tree would not notice him.

Or someone noticed him when he came, but didn't take him seriously.

Under the pear tree were two people he was very familiar with. One was the young man he recalled in his mind when he was dying of pain, and the other was his titular master——the world's most outstanding Immortal Lin Hua.

The man lowered his eyes and said something to the young man in a low voice. The young man's face turned red suddenly, his eyes slightly curved with a slight smile, and then he leaned over cautiously and kissed the man on the face.

For a moment, he felt that the two were really a good match, a match made in heaven.

But he couldn't lie to himself, his heart was full of anger, more unwillingness and sadness, the pain like gnawing his internal organs seemed to go down to the apex of his heart.

Even though I have long been used to losing and never having, it is still difficult to calm down now.

Since it doesn't belong to him... Then why do you want to get close to him?Why let him see hope?

Or did it originally belong to him... but he didn't have the strength to protect it, so he was snatched away by others?

Either way, the result is the same.

The only thing he had in the past has been taken away by others, and now he has nothing.

……

Song Minhuan noticed Shen Yingxue's gaze, and he looked along, and saw a familiar figure at the end of the alley behind him.

"Xiao Zhuang?"

He saw a few drops of dark color on the ground, and he could tell that Zhuang Li was injured, probably seriously.With a serious face, he turned to go over, but was dragged back by the people beside him.

"Master, Xiao Zhuang was injured," Song Minhuan recalled, feeling a little guilty, "I guess he went in to look for us... Senior Sister didn't bother with him."

He was a little angry that Meng Qi treated Zhuang Li like this, but Meng Qi himself was injured, so he was still to blame.He disappeared at that time and did not tell Zhuang Li where he was going. Zhuang Li was probably worried about him... You can also guess how the injury was caused.

"I saw it," Shen Yingxue said calmly, "He is such an adult, and he needs you to help him deal with his injury?"

That's right, apart from him caring about Zhuang Li in the sect, how could anyone else care about Xiao Zhuang?And Zhuang Liping didn't care about it himself.

Song Minhuan still broke away from Shen Yingxue's hand, and said to Shen Yingxue: "I'll go and see, Master, I don't care if Xiao Zhuang is injured, the injury will get worse and worse."

Shen Yingxue looked at the young man's back from the same spot, with a bit of gloomy color in her cold eyes, which quickly covered up and changed back to her usual gentle appearance.

"Xiao Zhuang, how did you get this injury? Where did you go just now?"

Before Song Minhuan reached Zhuang Li, he smelled a strong smell of blood.He knit his brows tightly together, and stretched out his hand to see Zhuang Li's hand, but Zhuang Li held the sword so that he didn't let him touch it.

"It's none of your business," Zhuang Li said with a hoarse voice, with blood dripping from the corners of his lips, and it looked like the tip of his tongue had been bitten off.

Song Minhuan was taken aback, seeing the blood on Zhuang Li's lips, and quickly took out the medicine powder to stop the bleeding from the storage bag, as well as some other random medicines.

He guessed that Zhuang Li was angry with him, and Shen Yingxue was there, and he realized just now that Shen Yingxue was not very happy, and he made them both unhappy at the same time.

Song Minhuan felt a little embarrassed, and missed the days when both of them were normal. He put all the wound medicine into Zhuang Li's arms, thought for a while and said, "Can you still walk? I'll let Master carry you back."

It is naturally inappropriate for him to recite Zhuangli now, if that is the case, let Shen Yingxue recite it, it just saves him trouble.

Shen Yingxue: "..."

Zhuang Li's face became even more gloomy when he heard this, he glanced at him, sneered, and walked away with his sword in hand, without looking back all the way.

Song Minhuan felt a little helpless, standing where he was, and did not catch up.

"Xiao Zhuang doesn't like me," Shen Yingxue took the boy's hand and asked, "You still don't understand why?"

The boy is just a piece of wood, instead of hinting, it is better to explain it directly to him.

Of course Song Minhuan knew something, because of him, Zhuang Li cared more about him, so he disliked Shen Yingxue.

"It was not so obvious before, but it has become more and more obvious recently, and now it is directly manifested."

Shen Yingxue: "Because I am the one who chooses kindly."

Song Minhuan's heart moved slightly when he heard the words, did he choose Shen Yingxue?He thought it was funny, it was obvious that Shen Yingxue chose him.

"I thought Xiao Zhuang would understand," Song Minhuan said after a pause, "he should be able to distinguish between liking and possessiveness. He has a childish disposition towards me, and feels that his things have been taken away by others. Not suitable."

He can understand Xiao Zhuang's awkwardness in his heart, it's just that he is in love with someone else now, and he is afraid that no one will care about him in the future.

"That's not the case," Shen Yingxue chuckled, "You underestimated your position in Zhuang Li's heart."

"You are definitely not just a senior brother to him."

A pear blossom petal fell from Shen Yingxue's palm, and he gently returned the pear blossom to the dust, with tolerance and kindness towards all things in his eyes.

"He has unreasonable thoughts about you. Before you knew it, when you cared about him all the time, he already wanted to take you as his own..." Shen Yingxue raised her eyes, "Just like me. You, more than simply want to be a master and apprentice."

"Xiao Zhuang is the same. He not only wants you to be his senior brother, but also wants you to submit to him. You can only belong to him forever."

Shen Yingxue saw the young man's mind clearly, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that he now feels that he has no ability to snatch you back from me. He hates himself for being powerless, so he won't do anything to me or you. What."

Song Minhuan was speechless when he said this, he was more inclined to Xiaozhuang's possessiveness towards him as a child towards his elder brother, because he was young and no one else treated him well, so he was a little paranoid.

But what Shen Yingxue said was not unreasonable. He recalled that before Zhuang Li asked him if he would like to follow him, and the way Zhuang Li looked at him reluctantly at the Chongguang City Lantern Festival that night.

If Zhuang Li really likes him, that's really... the worst outcome.He wanted to lead Zhuang Li into the right path, so that Zhuang Li could become like a carefree young man in the world, without having to carry too many heavy things.

Although he had his own selfishness at the beginning, he actually treated Zhuang Li like his own younger brother later on.

But...Thinking about how things are going to be so easy in the future, he wants Zhuang Li to be good. If he doesn't do well, he will die like the ending of the original book. Now that he has done too well, he has led Zhuang Li to another wrong path.

Song Minhuan understood what Shen Yingxue meant, and said in a low voice, "I will make it clear to Xiaozhuang."

He felt a little complicated for a moment, it turned out that Shen Yingxue had seen the twists and turns between them very early on, but Shen Yingxue still treated Zhuang Li as before, and did not treat Zhuang Li differently because of her own thoughts.

If it were him, if someone wanted to take Shen Yingxue as his own, he would definitely not want that person to stay by Shen Yingxue's side.

He didn't know whether to say that Shen Yingxue was too tolerant or too good at disguising, he didn't think that Shen Yingxue didn't care about him at all, because he firmly believed in Shen Yingxue in his heart.

It should be the second type... If you really don't mind, you wouldn't have said these words to him.

"I only have Master in my heart, and Xiao Zhuang is just a brotherly brother." Song Minhuan felt a little amused in his heart. He originally had his own reasons for being close to Zhuang Li, and a large part of the reason was also because of Shen Yingxue.

He explained in this way, and took the initiative to hold Shen Yingxue's hand, his eyes were full of tender affection, "I didn't choose Master, it was Master who chose me."

Shen Yingxue was willing to be with him, he was very happy in his heart.At the same time, he was also prepared, if one day he really harmed Shen Yingxue... At that time, he would take all the responsibility on himself.

He won't let his sweetheart get those foul words.Shen Yingxue... should be a deity who is not exposed to the wind and snow in the world, is admired by thousands of people, and is worshiped by thousands of people.

The gods are grateful to the common people, but he has selfish thoughts in his heart and wants to take the gods as his own.However... the gods chose him, and he was so worried that he was already ready to lose everything for this.

If Shen Yingxue knew what the young man was thinking, she might laugh out loud.He could see the admiration and admiration for him in the boy's eyes, and gently smoothed the hair on the boy's sideburns.

"Shanshan, I'm not as good as you imagined." Shen Yingxue has been held in high positions all year round, but now she is treated like a god by young people, but she is not quite used to it, more because... she is afraid that the other party will be disappointed.

"Like many ordinary people, I also have a despicable, selfish, and hypocritical side. I am not so perfect. You see me as gentle, kind, and compassionate. That is just one side of me."

Shen Yingxue's tone was still gentle, with a bit of a smile, and a bit of unspeakable temptation, "I will also be afraid, afraid that one day, if you find another bad side of me, different from what you imagined Same, like that... I will disappoint you."

Of the two of them, one was grateful to the gods for his mercy, and the other was worried about the admiration of his sweetheart.One is afraid that he will tarnish the gods, and the other is afraid that he will not be able to keep the eyes of his sweetheart.

Each other's heart misses each other, so and so, all of them are uneasy, worrying about each other more than themselves.