Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan didn't practice sword that day, he just came back, and went to Shen Yingxue Hall at night with the pillow in his room.

When he passed by, Shen Yingxue was reading a book by the window.The scrolls and books were arranged neatly on the table, and the words on them floated in the air. He glanced casually, and it was about evil spirits.

Shen Yingxue sat by the window, pointed at the scroll with her fingertips, and read it seriously.

"Master, what are you looking at?" Song Minhuan came over, stood behind Shen Yingxue, and threw his little pillow on Shen Yingxue's bed.

"Are you going to go out again in a few days?" Song Minhuan touched Shen Yingxue's fingertips, "I said before that I would stay with me in the sect, Master is not lying."

"I'm not going anywhere," Shen Yingxue said as the spiritual power dissipated from her fingertips, and the words in mid-air also disappeared, turning into white light and drilling back into the scroll.

The young man was so close to him that he could touch the young man's face with his hand. He touched the young man's brow and eyes, and said with a warm smile, "I will be with you every day from now on."

"Okay." Song Minhuan felt itchy from being touched, he rubbed Shen Yingxue's fingertips with his cheek, "Am I interrupting Master, I originally planned to ask Master to teach me to practice spiritual consciousness."

"Don't disturb," Shen Yingxue chuckled, "You follow me now, and I will help you get rid of the evil spirit before."

Shen Yingxue stood up, and he followed behind Shen Yingxue into the inner room.Inside is a natural cave, with a cold spring in the middle, the spring water is milky white, and there is a slight chill in it.

"Want to soak in the cold spring again?" Song Minhuan subconsciously took a step back, staring at the cold spring in front of him, as if he had deep hatred.

"Soaking in the cold spring is the most convenient. Now that you have a high level of cultivation, you won't feel the cold." Seeing him like this, Shen Yingxue was a little amused, and stretched out her hands to grab the boy by the back of his neck, pulling him to the front like a chicken.

"I don't," Song Minhuan tugged on Shen Yingxue's sleeve, and the previous few times left him with a psychological shadow, "Master, there is no other way? You must be coaxing me, this cold spring is still breathing cold, why? Maybe it's not cold?"

"Be kind and obedient," Shen Yingxue let the young man tease him, "I'll go down with you, not only today, but from now on I will soak in the cold spring for two hours every day."

"Every day?" Song Minhuan was startled, "Why every day?"

"It's good for your body," Shen Yingxue moved softly, rubbed the young man's black hair, looked into those dark eyes, couldn't bear it, and coaxed, "Master will go down with you, every day from now on I will Watching you, be kind and work hard, you only need to soak for two hours a day, huh?"

The sound of the ending sounded next to Song Minhuan's ears, and he was so excited when he heard it, he agreed without thinking, "Yes", pursed his lips and said, "Then Master wants to accompany me."

Song Minhuan took off his outer robe casually, and he was wearing a snow-white skirt, tried the cold spring with his hands, and it was indeed not very cold, so he went straight down.

The ink scattered on his side, Song Minhuan casually threw the stone aside.He patted the position beside him, splashed a little water, looked at Shen Yingxue and said, "Master, come down, it's settled."

Seeing the schadenfreude in the young man's eyes, Shen Yingxue couldn't help but want to laugh, and they stepped into the cold spring together.

"It's really not cold now," Song Minhuan said after walking in the cold spring for a couple of laps, feeling the icy coldness on his skin, and the scorching temperature penetrated into his bone marrow.

He went over to hold Shen Yingxue's hand, and found that Shen Yingxue's hair was not untied, so he thought of teasing, and leaned over to touch Shen Yingxue's hair tie, which was the one he had given him before.

The black silk, when he leaned over it was against Shen Yingxue, his breath brushed against Shen Yingxue's ears, and his fingertips touched the hairband.

"Master, I want to see you without a headband."

Shen Yingxue looked down at him, and the corners of her lips curled up a little, "If you untie my hairband, you will help me tie my hair later."

"Okay," Song Minhuan felt that there was no difficulty, and agreed without hesitation, completely without the consciousness that he usually tied his hair crookedly.

The black satin slid over his skin, and the man's ink spread on his side.Shen Yingxue's face was incomparably handsome, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, but her hair loosened like this, reflected a little more frailty, with a hazy beauty like a silk painting.

"Master's student is so beautiful," Song Minhuan didn't notice that the temperature of the spring water was getting lower and lower, and when it fell on his skin, it felt a little tingling.When he touched Shen Yingxue's hair with his fingertips, he could meet those indifferent but gentle eyes as soon as he raised his head.

"Shanshan," Shen Yingxue's voice was slightly lower when she spoke, and she reached out to hold his wrist, "Don't get so close to me."

At this time, most of Song Minhuan was leaning on Shen Yingxue's body, with one hand still holding Shen Yingxue's hairband, the tip of his nose could touch the side of Shen Yingxue's face.Hearing what Shen Yingxue said, he noticed something, and his face turned red immediately.

He backed away with a thump, still holding Shen Yingxue's hairband in his hand, and the cold spring splashed a little to the side.His eyes fell on Shen Yingxue's ears upwards, and he found that Shen Yingxue's ears had turned a little red, and he couldn't help feeling amused.

"Master's ears are red," Song Min laughed happily. Did he see Shen Yingxue's emotional side?

He stood by for a while, and wrapped Shen Yingxue's hair tie in the cold spring for a while.He thought it would be all right after a while, but he went to check after a while and found that Shen Yingxue's place was still the same as before.

Song Minhuan looked at Shen Yingxue's reddened ears, and felt that it seemed inappropriate for him to just look at him like this. He took a step forward and found that Shen Yingxue looked at him with a little restraint.

"Master, how about... I will help you."

Shen Yingxue looked down at him, and said in a low voice, "You really want to help me?"

With fingertips running down the spring water, Song Minhuan leaned against Shen Yingxue's arms, Shen Yingxue's scorching breath was heard next to his ears, he felt Shen Yingxue's body temperature and heartbeat, the temperature was very high, and her heartbeat was faster than usual.

"Master, are you still alright?"

"When will you get better?" Song Minhuan's lips curled up, a little unhappy, regretting that he had opened his mouth, his hands were sore, the hair on his temples was steamed and stuck to the side of his face, and his face was flushed.

"It was just Shanshan who said it himself, but now I'm too tired, how can you be so contradictory," Shen Yingxue looked at the boy in her arms, with a smile in her voice, her canine teeth moved over and gently bit the boy's white earlobe superior.

After being bitten like this, Song Minhuan's whole body became stiff, as if seeing his reaction was interesting, Shen Yingxue exerted some strength.

In the end, it was no longer clear whether he was helping Shen Yingxue or Shen Yingxue was helping him, the two of them messed around in the cold spring.After he came out of the cold spring, he felt some pain in his body after a while.

He sat on the bed, opened his sleeves and looked at his skin. There was nothing on it, but it always felt like a needle prick.

"Master, my body hurts so much," Song Minhuan asked, "Will it hurt like this every day from now on?"

Shen Yingxue came over after hearing the words, "Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere. It started to hurt when I came out of the cold spring." Song Minhuan touched his arm and then his leg. "Here, here, everything hurts."

Shen Yingxue frowned slightly, a soft white light entered his forehead, and the gentle spiritual power soaked his veins, and his body didn't hurt so much.

"Is this any better?"

Song Minhuan nodded, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Does your eyes still hurt?" Shen Yingxue asked again.

Song Minhuan shook his head again. He lay on the bed and put his own small pillow and Shen Yingxue's pillow together, "I'm just a little sleepy, Master, I want to sleep."

"Okay," Shen Yingxue was still holding his hand, "You sleep, Master will watch over you."

He did feel a little tired, with Shen Yingxue around, he was very relieved, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The candlelight beside the bed reflected the boy's side face, Shen Yingxue watched from the side, and after guarding the boy for a while, he didn't get up from the edge of the bed until the boy's breathing became calm.

He touched Song Minhuan's pulse, felt that the evil spirit in Song Minhuan's body was suppressed a little, and slowly let go of his hand again.

The scroll beside the table was opened, and it recorded various fates after becoming an evil spirit. As for how to undo the evil curse of sacrifice...but there were very few.

Looking at it like this, it was a night, Shen Yingxue heard the movement of the boy on the bed at dawn, and he put down the scroll in his hand.

"Master, what time is it...why don't you light the lamp?"

The room was clearly lit, Shen Yingxue slightly clenched the scroll, and lowered her voice, "It's midnight now, it's still early before dawn, you can sleep for a while."

Song Minhuan opened his eyes. There was darkness in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.He just woke up and didn't react in his head, so he subconsciously listened to what Shen Yingxue said and it was what he said.

At this moment, he completely forgot that with his cultivation, he could see things even at night.

Song Minhuan then fell asleep again, he slept drowsily, and when he fell asleep, he always felt someone whispering in his ear.He couldn't hear what those people were saying, there were shrill screams, cold laughter, vicious curses, mournful cries and long humming songs.

"You're going to die soon..."

"Come to hell with us."

"No one wants to go out... As long as you are selected, there is only one dead end."

"No—His Highness will rescue us, we have to trust His Highness."

"Tianming crosses Yin spirits... Ksitigarbha cuts all evils. The moon is as dark as darkness, the world is full of monsters, and Changle guards the four directions... May Your Highness be the God Lord, and bless this prosperous world for a long time."

The long tune seems to have come from far away, the singing is empty and sad, with deep resentment in it, like crying, like a lament.The singing slowly disappeared in his ears, and all the whispers disappeared together.

Song Minhuan opened his eyes, his eyes were focused, he stared at Fang Liang for a while, and then sat up from the bed.

"Master?" He called out like this, got off the bed, pushed open the door of the room, and saw a familiar figure not far away.

When the man heard the movement and turned his head, Song Minhuan felt empty in his heart and was inexplicably scared.The breeze brushed his long hair from the sideburns behind him, and he ran over and threw himself into Shen Yingxue's arms.

Shen Yingxue was slightly surprised, and subconsciously caught him when he came over, "What are you in such a hurry for? You don't even know how to wear shoes?"

"I'm having a nightmare." Song Minhuan raised his head, lowered his head slightly, and described Shen Yingxue's face in detail, as if he wanted to engrave this face in his heart.

"I dreamed that I couldn't see anything, and there was only darkness in front of my eyes... There is no way to see Master again."

Song Minhuan had a very bad premonition in his heart. He inexplicably felt that this dream was different from the previous ones. It might be because his eyes always hurt recently.

He clutched a corner of Shen Yingxue's skirt, holding it tightly, his voice was calm with tension.

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid I won't see Master again."