Immortals come on the moon

"Yexian City was originally a ghost city, but after Ji Ye pacified the ghost world, it became one of the twelve Jingzhao cities. I went to inquire a few days ago, but I never heard of anyone surnamed Jun in the city."

Song Minhuan was standing on the tree, and he had been following Jun Yunjin for the past few days.He drank the bowl of blood given by Shen Yingxue before, and it lasted for about half a month, and then his eyes started to hurt again. Later, Shen Yingxue gave him a bowl every half month.

In the beginning, I drank one bowl, but now I need to drink two bowls to restore my eyes to normal.

The smell of blood between Song Minhuan's lips and teeth seemed to have never dissipated.He casually pulled a fruit from the nearby tree, and he stuffed it into his mouth with a fragrant scent.

Standing next to him was Meng Qi, and Meng Qi was also standing on the tree. The two of them slipped out of the Jiange together.

"Brother Lan Su said to report this matter to the head, what did the head say?"

Meng Qi: "My father said that he is not a dead person, his physique is very strange, but he is undoubtedly a living person... and he has passed the test of xinxing for beginners, and now I will continue to observe."

"Brother Lan Su also said that he is wearing a curse bracelet."

"It's not a curse bracelet," Meng Qi said after hearing the words, "some elders went to see it specially because his hands were broken once, and his wrists were covered with seam scars, which looked densely packed. Scared the disciples."

Meng Qi was thoughtful: "This is the first time Senior Brother Lan Su misjudged someone. He seems to dislike this disciple very much."

The two of them squatted guarding Jun Yunjin for several days, and found that although the young man was taciturn, he was not withdrawn. When the young men of the same period asked him to talk, he always answered.Some disciples asked him for help, and he was willing to help.

Not only that, this young man is very jealous and kind-hearted.He is usually the last one to go out on missions. When he sees injustice, he will take action to bring justice, and when he encounters the weak, he will give charity.

The mission they set out the day before yesterday was to catch an evil creature. That evil creature was very weak, but it used the terrain well and only caught the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.Jun Yunjin carried the only surviving old woman on his back, and never left anyone in danger along the way.

Afterwards, the old woman thanked him weeping bitterly, Jun Yunjin seemed to be at a loss, his face turned red from nervousness, and he only said that it was what he should do.

Song Minhuan: "When he started a few months ago, I asked him if he was from the Jun clan of Yexian City. It was a deliberate test at that time, and he replied that I am the Jun who serves the Lord."

"Maybe it really has something to do with Shijun."

No matter whether there is or not, they have to find out if there is a one in ten thousand possibility.

Meng Qi also imitated him by pulling a spiritual fruit, put it in his mouth and asked: "Are you still going to the fourth floor of Zangshu Pavilion? Elders from other sects will come to visit in two days. My father will be very busy, so I will be sure when the time comes." not in his temple."

"We can take advantage of that day to get the key and sneak into the library."

Song Minhuan originally said that there was no need to go, but Meng Qi said again: "There should be a spell of dreaming in the Zangshu Pavilion, Shanshan, you have heard of a forbidden spell called 'Dream of Inducing Spirits', using this spell, casting The answer that the practitioner wants will be displayed in the dream of the practitioner."

"If we can find it and use it on Jun Yunjin, we won't have to follow him every day like this."

Song Minhuan: "Isn't it good? If the spell hurts him..."

"No, this spell will only backfire on the caster, and we will not be able to use spiritual power for two days."

"What's wrong," Meng Qi said, "The servant is related to Zhuang Li, don't you want to know the identity of the servant? If you can know his identity, it will be much easier to deal with him."

"Are you sure not?" Song Minhuan asked again.

Meng Qi put three fingers together, "I'm sure, if I lie to you, I will be arrested for gambling in the future."

This was a poisonous oath, Song Minhuan reluctantly believed her, he thought of something, and asked again: "Have you ever heard of the blood of some divine beast that can suppress evil spirits?"

"Evil energy? Ordinary spells can suppress it. Go to your master, your master must know about it," Meng Qi muttered with a small stick of fruit in his mouth, "I haven't heard of any The blood of divine beasts can suppress evil spirits, but there should be..."

Meng Qi didn't know what he thought of, and his face was a little strange, "Shanshan, why are you asking this?"

"To tell you the truth, there is one that can suppress evil spirits...there is one in Lin Hua Palace. In the pool of red lotus raised by your master, there should be the brightest and reddest one in it. You go and get it for that red lotus." Morning dew, a few drops are enough for you."

Song Minhuan had no impression of the red lotus mentioned by Meng Qi, so he planned to go back and have a look, and asked casually, "Only morning dew is useful?"

In fact, the petals are also useful, of course Meng Qi can't say these things, because the petals are Shen Yingxue's flesh and blood, especially the innermost petal of the heart lotus, which is said to be able to resurrect human flesh and bones.

She told her junior brother this, she just wanted his junior brother to discover Shen Yingxue's real body, not to let her junior brother really touch Honglian.

The two of them were still talking, when the branch "clicked", Elder Zhao's voice came from a distance, "You two still haven't gotten back."

The birds in the forest were frightened and fled quickly, Song Minhuan said to Meng Qi: "Senior sister, I'm going first, be careful not to be caught by Elder Zhao."

At the moment when he was about to leave, he was rigidly frozen in place, he and Meng Qi fell to the ground, Elder Zhao looked at them with a smile.

Song Minhuan: "..."

Meng Qi: "..."

"Where are you two going? Do you think you don't have to practice swords with a group of disciples when your cultivation base is high?"

Elder Zhao smiled, "Since that's the case, you two will try to fight against me today. If you lose by copying the door rules [-] times, if you win, I will let you two go."

"If you don't speak, you agree by default."

The two of them had to fight.

Two quarters of an hour later, Song Minhuan had the bag knocked out by Elder Zhao on his head.He returned to Linhua Hall, still holding the gate rules to be copied in his hand, with an obviously unhappy expression.

Shen Yingxue was not in the hall, so he spread the paper on the table, took Shen Yingxue's vermilion pen and began to copy, after copying fifty times, his wrist felt a little sore, so he put down the pen again.

When he went to Jiange today, Shen Yingxue said that he would go out for a while, and he would come back in the afternoon, and now it was still some time before the afternoon, so he went to the yard to look at the red lotus in the pond.

He has seen this red lotus before, the size is almost the same, the same gorgeous, but when he looks at it now, he finds that there is something different today.

I don't know when there was a red lotus in the pool. The red lotus is bigger than usual, and the petals are more beautiful. It floats on the water of the pool, like it is carved out of red gold, noble and extravagant Extremely gorgeous.

Song Minhuan took a closer look and found that the red lotus was different from the usual red lotus.There are many large and small long scars on its petals, which look like deep wounds, as if drawn by a sharp knife.

He reached out and touched the red lotus. The petals of the red lotus carried gentle spiritual power, which made him feel a little familiar.He remembered what Shen Yingxue said, that these red lotuses contained his spiritual consciousness.

"How did you get these wounds?" Song Minhuan touched the wounds on the red lotus petals with his fingertips. He tried to use spells to help the red lotus heal the wounds. After using spiritual power for a while, the wounds were still there, and he couldn't let them go. wound healing.

He frowned a little strangely, Red Lotus touched his fingertips with petals, and the warm current flowed directly, as if comforting him, gentle and gentle, similar to his master.

Song Minhuan got close to this red lotus in the pond, and there were many red lotuses beside him. Originally, the red lotuses were scattered everywhere in the pond, but now they all gathered toward him.

The other red lotuses scrambled to touch his fingertips. More than a dozen red lotuses squeezed together, and quickly pushed the injured one away.

Song Minhuan was dazzled by these red lotuses, and he subconsciously paid attention to the injured red lotus.The red lotus drifted away, but it seemed that it refused to leave. It lingered not far away, looking lonely.

For some reason, when he saw this red lotus, he couldn't help but soften his heart, as if his heart had been poked into the softest place.

He dipped his hand into the cold pool water, pointed his fingertips towards the injured red lotus, the petals of the red lotus moved slightly, and then slowly approached him, rubbing his fingertips with the petals.

It's a pity that Honglian couldn't speak, so he couldn't answer his question. He found that after soaking in the pool for a while, the wound on Honglian seemed to heal a little, but there were still many scars, and the healing was too slow.

Other red lotuses gathered around to join in the fun, and some were more lively, using their petals to run on the red lotus he came across.The injured Honglian hid towards him, as if she was being bullied and asked him to complain.

Song Minhuan wanted to laugh a little, he touched the red lotus, he moved cautiously, for fear of touching the other's petals, he said to the other red lotus, "Don't bully it."

He said this casually, but he didn't expect that after he finished speaking, all the red lotuses in the pond scattered, leaving only that one red lotus in front of him.

The spiritual power of the fingertips accumulated in Honglian's wound still had no effect, Song Minhuan said in a low voice: "Come back and ask Master to help you, he must have a way to heal you."

Honglian lightly pecked his fingertips with petals, with intimacy.

What Meng Qi should talk about is this red lotus. Originally, he wanted to take the morning dew from this red lotus, but now his thoughts disappeared, and he only hoped that the injury on this red lotus would heal soon.

"I can't stay here with you all the time. I haven't finished copying the house rules. I'll come to you after I finish copying the house rules."

Song Minhuan said to himself, "I guess I won't be able to sleep tonight."

He stroked the petals of the red lotus, turned around and returned to the hall.

The young man by the window continued to copy the door regulations with a vermilion pen, a pool of red lotus outside was blown by the wind, and willow branches hung down softly outside, reflecting the side face of the young man by the window.

The young man lowered his eyes seriously, and wrote very quickly. His normally beautiful handwriting now looked a little scribbled. The sides of his palms were covered with ink, and the tip of his nose was also stained a little.

There was a lotus pattern embroidered on Yuehua's white robe. Song Minhuan copied it for a while, then touched his sleeve, and after touching it, there were two black lacquer fingerprints on the sleeve.

Two thousand times... How can I copy it in one day?

Song Minhuan didn't know what Meng Qi was doing, but it was a pity that Zhuang Li wasn't around, otherwise he could share half of it and let Zhuang Li copy it for him.

He wrote for another hour, his fingertips were trembling, he turned his head to look out of the window, and saw the red lotus in the pond outside again.He stared at the red lotus for a while, and felt his heart inexplicably calmed down, with a little softness.

The setting sun was about to set, and the evening wind blew over the boy's temples, and the ink pen dipped a dark ball of ink on the paper.

Song Minhuan's eyelids could hardly be opened, a dark black dot was poked on the tip of his pen, his head lay down on the table, and the vermilion pen in his hand was loosened.

The sound of breathing was shallow, his eyelashes cast a shadow, and the door rules he had just copied were imprinted on his face.

After the young man fell asleep, there was a figure beside the table, and the evening wind blew into the hall along the window sill, and a black Taoist robe with lotus pattern was put on the young man.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-2718:21:02~2021-04-2815:35:43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 mines: actsc1;

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