Immortals come on the moon

Shen Yingxue laughed softly, he rubbed the head of the boy beside him vigorously, and said "yes", his eyes were full of connivance and tenderness.

The two returned to Linhua Hall together.

"Shitou, I brought you wine." Song Minhuan hugged the wine jar and put it on the table, instead of giving Shitou immediately, he moved it a little farther away.

Shen Yingxue followed behind and went in. He looked at the figure of the young man beside the vermilion lacquered door, his pair of autumn water eyes reflected the dusty sword, and there was a bit of cunning and secret thought in it.

"Shanshan, I'm going to find the master, do you want to go with me?"

If Song Minhuan wanted to put a stone on it, he was about to push Shen Yingxue away at this moment. He pinched the edge of the wine jar and said, "Master, go, I'm not going, you go and come back quickly."

"Okay," Shen Yingxue, "I'll be back in half an hour. If you need anything, just call me and I'll hear you."

He was the only one left in the hall, Song Minhuan took two wine bowls, he poured a glass for Shi Shi and him, the pear blossom wine smelled strong and sweet, he poked the stone.

"Drink it quickly, we won't be able to drink it when Master comes back."

Shi Shi heard that the tip of the sword poked into the bowl, and the fermented rice in it drained in a short while.

"One more bowl." A lazy voice sounded.

Song Minhuan poured four or five cups of stones in a row, and after a while the wine jug was empty, he took out the "Zui Chunqiu" jar from the storage bag.

He had already removed the cinnabar paper pasted on it, and Shi Shi asked beside him, "What kind of wine is this jar? Did you secretly take it from your master?"

Song Minhuan hugged the wine jar and poured another glass for Gong Zilan. He was also a little dizzy from drinking, hiccupped, and didn't forget the business, "I took it secretly, it's good wine anyway... Do you still want to drink it?" ? Don’t drink it.”

"I've never seen you so greedy for alcohol before," Shitou said, "It's full."

"Boy, you're so good at drinking, you can't drink enough, you need to practice more," Shitou was slightly surprised, "It's so strong, it should come from Yingzhou... I haven't tasted it for a long time."

Song Minhuan: "Yingzhou Fang?"

"Yeah," Shitou drank a lot of wine and talked more, "The little girl who was with you came from the Fang family of Yingzhou, but now she is in your sect, and she must also be in your sect. not long."

Meng Qi?Song Minhuan was stunned, and subconsciously asked: "Why?"

"Every hundred years of their family's bloodline, a saint will appear. The girl with you, is her mother the last saint? The saints practice the ruthless way, and they should not be tempted. They serve as the shelter of the whole clan. , bear the responsibility of a clan, to act recklessly is a death penalty."

Hearing this, Song Minhuan stared at the wine bowl for a while, then he filled Gong Zilan's wine bowl again, and did not speak, listening to Gong Zilan's chatter.

Last time in Chiyue Puppet City, Meng Qi's token had the word "Saint" on it, the meaning of which was obviously very clear.

"The fate of the three of you is better than that of Shun, the two of them are not as good as you, but you are the most difficult one..."

Gong Zilan said lazily, "But you are already very lucky to meet me, to meet the palace..."

He burped resoundingly, and said to Song Minhuan: "Back then, Feng Yuan and I had more difficulties than you, and a man is a man who has a great responsibility from heaven, so he must first work hard on his heart and mind..."

"But it's not right to say that. Some people are born to have everything, such as that one. It's a pity that he is still not as good as His Highness, and the difference is a thousand miles away."

Song Minhuan poured another glass of wine for Gong Zilan, and asked in a low voice, "Is the evil curse in me not an ordinary evil curse?"

Even though he was able to deceive himself and others in front of Shen Yingxue, he was naturally able to perceive some of it in his heart.

"Of course it's not an ordinary evil curse. This evil curse was created by someone... You unlucky ghost, I'm afraid he just happened to choose you."

Gong Zilan was already drunk, "What's the name of the curse, the evil curse of offering sacrifices... I can't tell you, you can ask your master."

With a "bang", the last drop of Zui Chunqiu's wine disappeared, and six volumes of cloud sword patterns floated out of the entire sword body of the stone, and fell on the table unconscious.

Sacrificial curse?

Song Minhuan wrote down these four words and planned to go to Zangshu Pavilion to look for clues.He was also a little dizzy in his mind, and when he stood up, he supported the table to stabilize himself.

"Master, I'm going to find Meng Qi now."

He said this to Shen Yingxue, and when he heard Shen Yingxue say "OK", he went to the yard to wash his face with the pool water.

The cold pool water splashed on his face, and the red lotus floating on it slowly approached him. He looked at it for a while, and put the stone beside it to dry.

The scorching sun was reflected in the sky, and Song Minhuan left Linhua Peak. Lin Huafeng was very quiet, but after going out, it became much more lively.All kinds of disciples wearing Taoist robes with sword patterns came and went, holding swords in twos and threes to prepare for the test of the elders.

Pass by three disciples from him.Two male disciples were frolicking, and the sword energy picked up on the female disciple beside him. The female disciple looked at the two expressionlessly, and the two disciples became quiet instantly.

He found it interesting, and walked slowly along the way, realizing that time passed really quickly. They stayed outside for more than half a year, and now there are many new disciples in the sect.

It was only more than half a year, he and Zhuang Li came here together, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them chose different paths.

He went to Lianhua Peak first, and then Meng Qi was supervising the cultivation of her juniors on the mountain.Several teenagers hung upside down from the tree, while maintaining their balance crookedly, while controlling the movement of the sword energy in the air.

"Shanshan?"

Meng Qi saw him, with a smile on his face, "I haven't seen you for two days, have you been at Linhua Peak these two days?"

"That's right," Song Minhuan compared Meng Qi, and found that he must have grown taller. Before, he was about the same height as Meng Qi, but now he is slightly taller than Meng Qi.

"Senior sister, I have grown taller."

Meng Qi glanced and raised his eyebrows, "It really has grown a lot taller."

"Are you teaching them to control sword energy?"

He looked over, and when several teenagers noticed him coming, they all grinned at him, not wanting him to get too close to Meng Qi.

Song Minhuan felt the jealous eyes of the crowd, he wanted to laugh in his heart, if this group of teenagers knew that their senior sister already had a new love, maybe they would all lose their love.

"I've been away for so long, and their cultivation has not improved much," Meng Qi asked him again, "Shanshan came to see me for something?"

"Indeed." Song Minhuan looked around and lowered his voice, "I want to go to the fourth floor of Zangshu Pavilion. Is there a way for senior sister to help me get the key?"

The fourth floor of Zangshu Pavilion is a forbidden area, and only the head has the key.

Song Minhuan wanted to find out the evil curse on his body, he guessed that if he asked Shen Yingxue directly, the other party would not tell him. He also wanted to find out what the meaning of "Thirteen" and the meaning of the surname "Jun" were.

There may be records on the fourth floor of these library pavilions.

He wanted to do more of what he could do... He didn't want to rely too much on Shen Yingxue, if the evil spell was really hard to break, he would find a way by himself.

"Fourth floor?" Meng Qi huddled together with him and lowered his voice, glanced at the juniors who were staring at her aggrievedly, a wind blade swept over, and several teenagers began to scream.

"It's not easy to go in there. I wanted to sneak in to have a look before, but my dad found out before I stepped on the fourth floor."

At that time, her father punished her for copying the house rules a thousand times.

"I'll take a look at it at night and let you know if there is any news. Don't let your master know about it." Meng Qi paused and said, "There seem to be evil spells on many forbidden books there. If your master finds out, I'm afraid we won't be allowed to pass."

Not only that, if Shen Yingxue told his father, both of them would definitely be punished.

Shen Yingxue on the other side: "..."

Shen Yingxue was fascinated, she really didn't want the young man to know what kind of evil spell she was under, the young man was smart and sensible, but instead he tried to find a way to prevent the young man from knowing.

These two people began to think about each other again, they were unwilling to implicate each other, and wanted each other to worry less.

Song Minhuan stayed at Lianhua Peak for a while, and met Senior Brother Lan Su on the way back.

Senior brother Lan Su was organizing a trial for new disciples and was busy, so when he saw him, he dragged him over and asked him to follow along to help.

"You are also idle now, help me sort out the roster of these disciples."

"Brother Lan Su," Song Minhuan said helplessly, "How do you all see that I am idle? I just came back, and I will continue to practice swords in a few days."

Having said that, he still helped Lan Su organize the roster together.The new disciples were all from the Twelve States, and their surnames, Tianzi, and where they came from were marked on them.

Song Minhuan helped sort it out, his handwriting was beautiful, and Lan Su read a few, and he wrote a few on it.

"Tang Yan, First Level Heaven Realm, Tang Clan of Zhanmeng City."

"Jingyuan's, the second level of heaven, the Jing family of Chongguang City."

"Jun Yunjin, a third-level heavenly realm, comes from Yexian City."

Song Minhuan's pen tip paused slightly, and when he heard the surname "Jun", he subconsciously raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him.

The young man in front of him was wearing an ordinary white robe with lotus pattern, his facial features were ordinary and kind, there was a brown birthmark on his right cheek, he looked taciturn, and a thick gauze was wrapped around his wrist.

"What's wrong?" Lan Su asked from the side.

Song Minhuan remembered dozens of disciples, but only paused at this one. He looked at the young man in front of him, and asked one more question: "From the Jun family of Yexian City?"

The boy named Jun Yunjin moved his eyes, nodded slowly, and said, "The gentleman who serves you."

Song Minhuan moved his pen tip, his eyes were strange, he silently wrote down the boy's name and where the accommodation was arranged, and went to check when he was ready to go down.

He returned to Lansu and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I'm a little curious when I hear this surname for the first time."

There was no emotion in Lan Su's eyes. When he looked at the disciple, his eyes paused for a moment, and he quickly looked away.

After the disciple had gone a long way, Lan Su finally said, "That disciple just now...is a dead man."

"He has a curse bracelet wrapped around his wrist. I don't know what method he used to cover up the evil spirit. I have sent a voice transmission to the head."

Song Minhuan was slightly surprised when he heard the words, and felt careless in his heart. He hadn't noticed anything weird about that disciple just now.

"You don't have to worry," Lan Su comforted him, "I'll take care of it."

He wanted to go back and tell Shen Yingxue, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the way Lan Su looked at him before leaving was a little strange, his overly kindness... made him feel a little familiar.

He couldn't feel this before, and he didn't know when he became very sensitive to people's emotions.

He felt weird, and after saying goodbye to Lan Su, he went back to Linhua Peak alone.

He heard the low voices of a group of new disciples discussing, the rustling of bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest, the singing of larks, and the compacting of the soil with black boots on the ground, his footsteps slowed down little by little.

The eyes fell into darkness again, the scene disappeared, and he couldn't see anything.

"Brother Min Huan?"

Someone was worried about him, and he didn't know why he stopped, with a cordial greeting in his tone.

Song Minhuan stood where he was, his eyes were a little empty, he blinked slowly, and for some reason, he could feel a gaze from behind him that seemed to be on him.

He didn't go far, presumably Lan Su was watching him.

There was a sharp pain in his eyes, and his senses seemed to be fading little by little. This feeling made him feel empty and confused, and a dark fear seemed to grow in his heart, trying to drag him into the abyss.

"Shanshan?" Lan Su barely made any footsteps, and approached him with a caring tone, "Should I take you back, brother?"

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Lin Xiaogu;

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