Immortals come on the moon

There was no expression on Shen Yingxue's face, her eyes were still gentle, she first fell on his face, and then down on the flagon in his hand, and said calmly: "Who did you say you were going to beat up?"

In the blink of an eye, Shen Yingxue was beside him.

Song Minhuan's reaction was a little slower than usual, he stared at Shen Yingxue for a while, then felt guilty, and said in a low voice: "I said I would beat Shitou up, Shitou asked me to steal wine from the yard, it is too greedy gone."

As Song Minhuan said, he touched the sword pattern on Shi Shi's body decently, with a hint of threat.

Stone:"……"

"Indeed," Shen Yingxue looked down at him, "I don't even know how much I can drink, and I'm not afraid of falling from a tree when I'm drunk."

A fool would not be able to tell whether it was the stone or him.

"How could I fall?" Song Minhuan said as he was about to stand up, but when he got up he was slightly unsteady, the soles of his feet slipped, and the moment he leaned back, the person next to him supported him.

One of his wrists was held, half leaning against Shen Yingxue's arms, when he raised his eyes, he could see Shen Yingxue's entire face.

"This was an accident..." Song Minhuan retorted in a low voice, and asked, "When did Master come here, and there was no sound at all when he walked."

"Just came here," Shen Yingxue saw that he was standing still, and let go of him, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"It's not on my mind," Song Minhuan couldn't help but feel soft-hearted when she heard Shen Yingxue's question, especially in such a gentle tone.

"I had an argument with my junior brother," Song Minhuan tried to hold Shen Yingxue's hand, "Just now I was wondering if I did something wrong before..."

One wrong step, one wrong step, but who can predict the result at the beginning of doing something?If you let him go back to the beginning, I'm afraid he will still make the same choice.

"Does Master not like to hear me say these things?" Song Minhuan said in a low voice, "I want to tell Master everything."

He wanted to share all his joys, sorrows and joys with Shen Yingxue.

"Zhong Zi is not a king, so how do you know the troubles of the kings?" Shen Yingxue didn't expect the young man to really tell him this, she was a little surprised, her heart moved slightly, she liked the young man being so honest with him.

He held the boy's hand tightly, with a little tenderness in his eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "You come to tell me something, and I'm naturally happy in my heart. Shanshan is willing to tell me about himself, and I'm happy to listen."

"I want to know more about you," Shen Yingxue laughed, "I always hoped that you would tell me more... I thought you didn't want to tell me because you thought I was boring."

"Who said Master is boring?" Song Minhuan said nervously when she heard Shen Yingxue say this, "Then I will come to see Master from now on... I don't think Master is boring at all, on the contrary, being with Master is very interesting, I like to be with Master."

"Master is so kind," he was so happy, he couldn't stand still on the spot, subconsciously grabbed Shen Yingxue's sleeves, and was pressed into Shen Yingxue's arms.

Song Minhuan's face turned slightly red, but she didn't break away, when she heard Shen Yingxue chuckle in his ear, "What's wrong, huh?"

"Master is good everywhere," Song Minhuan said in a low voice. "I was a little unhappy at first, but now I'm gone. Once I see Master, my depression will be wiped away."

"The mouth is sweet." Shen Yingxue jumped lightly from the tree with him in her arms, jumped down from the tree, and then let go of him, "I can't drink enough, I can't even stand upright now, go back and rest first."

"Master, you don't want to be with me?" Song Minhuan was a little unhappy when he saw Shen Yingxue let go of him, he went to grab Shen Yingxue's hand, and the person who met him felt a little better.

"I can't even stand still, Master is going to leave me," Song Minhuan's ears felt a little hot, and the other hand was holding on to Shen Yingxue's sleeve, unwilling to let go, wishing to stick his whole body to it.

"You want to sleep with me?" Shen Yingxue was a little surprised, she didn't expect a drunk young man to be so clingy, with all eyes on him, this feeling... really great.

He looked down at the young man's thin white fingertips tugging at his sleeves, because of his relatively strong strength, he slammed the black robe on his body, tearing a hole.

Shen Yingxue: "..."

Song Minhuan looked at the cloth strip in his hand, his eyes were slightly confused, he loosened his sleeves, obediently took Shen Yingxue's hand, and nodded heavily, "I want to sleep with Master."

He is not sober now, he is not willing to let go when he sees Shen Yingxue, he is worried that Shen Yingxue will run away, and clings to others reluctantly.

Shen Yingxue gave a low laugh, said "yes", and held the young man by the hand, "This is what Shan Shan said, but I didn't say it."

"Is the wine in the yard good?"

Song Minhuan nodded, still holding the jug in his hand, and handed the jug to Shen Yingxue, "Master, do you want to try it?"

"I don't know if it's made from Hua Chongjin, but it's quite delicious, sweet, and a bit spicy to the throat, but it's very enjoyable."

While talking, he followed Shen Yingxue into the room, and now he talked more, and asked: "Master, do you want to sleep at night?"

"I don't sleep, I spend most of my time meditating, and sometimes I practice spiritual consciousness and exercises."

Song Minhuan opened the jug by himself and took a sip. This wine is addictive. He handed the jug to Shen Yingxue's lips, "Master, have a taste."

He handed it over, but Shen Yingxue didn't pick it up. He shook the flagon in his hand, "Master?"

Shen Yingxue held his fingertips, took a sip of his hand, her pale lips were moistened with wine, and looked a little redder than usual.

"How is it?" Song Minhuan asked.

"Shang Ke," Shen Yingxue looked at the young man's ruddy face, touched the young man's earlobe, and it was indeed hot, and said to him: "There are many wines from various sects in my palace. Go to my palace to get it."

"Okay," Song Min laughed happily, "Since it's dedicated to the master, it must not be bad."

"We stayed outside for too long this time, and haven't returned to the sect for a long time."

Song Minhuan's eyes fell on Shen Yingxue's lips as he spoke. He stared at it for a while, somehow felt that the wine Shen Yingxue drank was more attractive than the wine in his flagon. Speak out what's on your mind.

"Master, I want to try it."

"Huh?" Shen Yingxue seemed a little surprised, and said with a smile, "What do you want to taste?"

Song Minhuan didn't answer, he told Shen Yingxue with practical actions.The tip of his nose lowered his head to touch Shen Yingxue's, and he was still holding the flagon in one hand, and leaned forward to touch Shen Yingxue's red lips. He took a sip, and it was indeed much better than the one in his flagon.

He didn't notice the dark color in Shen Yingxue's eyes, the hand on his waist exerted a little force, he staggered and fell into Shen Yingxue's arms.

Then he was "tasted", the lips couldn't tell whether it was the smell of wine or the breath of Shen Yingxue's body, two robes with lotus patterns of different colors blended together.

Song Minhuan was almost out of breath several times, the wine jug in his hand fell, and the liquor inside flowed out and soaked the lotus pattern, and some of it spilled on his wrist.

"You call Zhuangli Xiaozhuang, but you call me Shizun every day," Shen Yingxue let go of him slightly, allowing him to breathe.

Holding his hand with cold white fingertips, Shen Yingxue leaned over and touched the wine on his wrist with her lips, as if she was kneeling in front of him.

Song Minhuan's entire face turned red, his fingertips trembled, he could see Shen Yingxue's side face, the man's eyes were a little cold, but also holy.The touch on the wrist came, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart.

He understood Shen Yingxue's meaning, and Xiaozhuang Mengqi also often shouted, but he didn't notice it on weekdays, he didn't expect Shen Yingxue to even care about this.

"Then Master, what do you want me to call you?" Song Minhuan said with a smile on his lips, and he said whatever he thought, "Everyone calls you Xianjun, and Xiaozhuang and I call you Master, no one dares to call you." People call your name."

"Shen Yingxue..." Song Minhuan yelled this name in front of Shen Yingxue for the first time, his eyes carefully painted Shen Yingxue's face, and called again, "Shen Yingxue?"

Shen Yingxue was still holding his wrist, expressionless on her face, as if she was concentrating on playing with his fingers.

"Immortal Monarch, Immortal Lord Lin Hua, Master Lin Hua..."

Song Minhuan thought of something, remembered what Meng Qi had told him before, the mortal monks called each other intimately, he wanted to make Shen Yingxue happy, and whispered: "Brother Xianjun?"

With this sound, his wrist was about to be crushed by Shen Yingxue.

"Master, be gentle," Song Minhuan grinned in pain, he lifted his sleeve to look at his wrist, there were three dark fingerprints on it.

He had completely forgotten how terrifying Shen Yingxue's cultivation was, if he exerted more strength, his wrist might really fail.

Song Minhuan thought about this, but his mind drifted to other places. When will he be able to surpass Shen Yingxue in cultivation...not to exceed Shen Yingxue, but to be about the same as Shen Yingxue.

"It's my fault," Shen Yingxue watched as the young man frowned in pain, his fingertips covered the fingerprints, a ray of warm white light smoothed the fingerprints, and his wrists returned to normal.

"Does it still hurt?" Shen Yingxue asked him.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Song Minhuan saw that Shen Yingxue liked it, and he yelled that way just now, and he yelled twice, the smell of wine dissipated from his lips, and the breath of Shen Yingxue's body was all on his lips.

At night, he was sleeping in the bed, already a little sleepy, and Shen Yingxue was still writing at the table, not knowing what to write.

"Master, don't you rest?"

Shen Yingxue's eyebrows were drooping, her writing hand was as cold as jade, leaning against the window like a painting.

Hearing that he put down the pen in his hand, with some ink on his fingertips, he looked at the young man on the bed, thought of something, chuckled and said: "It seems that Shanshan is always lazy, ordinary disciples still While meditating, Shanshan has already started to sleep."

Song Minhuan: "..."

This is indeed a good point, Shen Yingxue does not look at them specially when she usually cultivates.He meditated with Zhuang Li, and he always fell asleep first, and Zhuang Li would meditate until dawn.

Song Minhuan buried half of his face in the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes looking at Shen Yingxue, "You should have a good rest at night, and I will practice meditation after I go back."

He quibbled in such a low voice, and then asked: "What is Master writing?"

Shen Yingxue: "Tomorrow we will go to the Nightmare Spring and draw a formation."

"What is the array used for?"

Shen Yingxue's eyebrows lightened a little, and she looked at the boy on the bed with tenderness, "It's for you, you have never been able to stand the cold spring, with this formation by your side, entering the Nightmare Spring will not be so uncomfortable."

On the table were two talisman papers, on which were painted many runes that Song Minhuan could not understand, only a few could understand.

Hearing this, Song Minhuan's heart seemed to be sprinkled with icing sugar, no matter how happy Shen Yingxue was, the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily.

The night was dark, the lights in the room were on, and Shen Yingxue wrote the last incantation with the tip of her pen. Before he was aware of it, the young man on the bed changed silently.

If someone saw it at this time, they would definitely be shocked.

I saw that the young man on the bed was covered with dense mantras, and all those mantras penetrated into the eyes of the young man, forming two ghost symbols in the eyes of the young man.

One is "Ten" and the other is "Three". The two ghost words are reflected in the young man's eyes, making those autumnal eyes a bit evil. At first glance, one would think they are evil spirits crawling out of the ghost world.

Song Minhuan felt a little pain in his eyes, and he stretched out his hands to rub them. He was a little sleepy at this moment and didn't notice any changes in his body.His eyes were blurred, but after rubbing for a while, his eyes became clear again.

He seemed to hear something in his ears, like the sound of heavy iron chains from thousands of years ago. The heavy iron chains collided together and made a dull sound, forming one buzz after another in his ears.

After a long time, the buzzing sound disappeared, and Song Minhuan felt that he really drank too much, and he fell asleep not long after.

Shen Yingxue at the edge of the window felt it. He put down the pen in his hand, turned to look at the young man on the bed, and got up to the edge of the bed.

Touching the boy's forehead with her fingertips, entering the boy's sea of ​​consciousness, Shen Yingxue quickly withdrew her hand again.

Nothing at all.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-1719:37:01~2021-04-1811:02:28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 mine: please call me 1 by your name;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Yuncun; 2 bottles of Mu Fusheng and Moonlight; 1 bottle of Little House, Attack on Gold, and One Day Without Adventures;

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