Immortals come on the moon

It was already night when Song Minhuan woke up, the lamps were lit in the hall, and Shen Yingxue by the window came into view.

He obviously fell asleep lying on the table, but now he is on the soft couch, and he knew that it was Shen Yingxue who carried him up.

Shen Yingxue was still covered with a blanket, and Shen Yingxue was writing. He lifted the blanket and asked, "When did Master come back?"

"I've been back for a while."

Song Minhuan was curious about what Shen Yingxue was copying, and when he got to Shen Yingxue's side, he realized that he was copying the rest of the house rules for him.The handwriting on the paper is [-]% similar to his. If you don't compare the two copies together, you can't tell that they are not from the same hand.

"Master helped me copy it?" Song Minhuan was a little surprised, and asked, "When did you learn my handwriting, and you seem to learn it."

"The more you watch on weekdays, the better you will be."

Shen Yingxue wrote very quickly, and her calligraphy was a bit sharper than his writing.

"You leave it alone, I'll copy it myself later." Song Minhuan was reluctant to let Shen Yingxue copy it for him, and said that he wanted to reach for the ink brush in Shen Yingxue's hand.

The last word fell, and this copy was just finished, Shen Yingxue put down the pen along the way, and said softly: "I have finished writing the rest for you, and you will hand it over to Elder Zhao tomorrow."

"What mistake did you make today and was punished for copying the gate rules?"

Song Minhuan honestly admitted, "Meng Qi and I slipped out of the Jiange and were caught by Elder Zhao."

He found that on the table was a whole stack of copied family rules, which Shen Yingxue copied for him.

"Master, Elder Zhao asked me to copy the door rules two thousand times."

Shen Yingxue: "If you take these to him, he will not blame you. If you copy it [-] times overnight, he will let you copy it again."

Because it is impossible to copy [-] times in one night, you must have used heresy methods, it doesn't matter if you didn't complete the task, the important thing is honesty.

Song Minhuan thinks it makes sense after thinking about it, but there will be other punishments if he can't finish copying the school rules. I don't know which one will be punished more severely tomorrow, he or Meng Qi.

"I used to copy a lot of school rules. At that time, I was afraid of being punished. I copied some in advance whenever I had time, so that I could write less when I was punished."

Shen Yingxue listened carefully, and laughed when she heard the words, "You will think of a way, what mistakes did you make back then?"

"Sometimes it's fighting, sometimes it's falling asleep while practicing sword practice, sometimes it's late, sometimes it's when I went to the back mountain to catch a spirit chicken and was discovered..."

Song Minhuan recalled the time when Shen Yingxue hadn't left the customs, and he was often punished at that time.He and Xiao Zhuang are acquaintances with Elder Zhao, and Senior Brother Lan Su has begged a lot for them both.

"I'm not very lucky. I'm always caught. Meng Qi is not caught often," Song Minhuan said. I don’t know who set up so many rules.”

He just said this to Shen Yingxue, and then raised his head as if aware of it, "Couldn't it be set by Master?"

Shen Yingxue's eyes were full of smiles, "Some of them are indeed set up by me. There are no rules and no rules. Only with restraint can we have a better cultivation environment."

"Master is right," Song Minhuan replied as he stroked Shen Yingxue's hair and braided Shen Yingxue's hair.

"Then when the master was still a disciple, did he ever violate the sect rules?"

Shen Yingxue thought about it for a moment, then shook her head, "Never."

At that time, he was a well-known swordsman genius, and the elders in all sects valued him very much. He was stared at by many people, and his words and deeds were a template for rules.

Of course, it's not that he hasn't done it, and if he does it, it's within the difficult limits of the sect's rules, so he won't fall into the trap of others.

Song Minhuan was surprised when he heard the words, but it made sense after thinking about it, "Then what did Shizun do every day before? Practice swords on time, go out on missions, sleep, all gone?"

He grabbed Shen Yingxue's braid, Shen Yingxue took his hand, and took his paw away, "No more, occasionally I will travel with Gu Wujiu and the head."

It sounds boring, but it is actually extremely difficult to persist day after day.

"Maybe it's just what the master said, it shouldn't be the case at the time." Song Minhuan thought for a while and said, "Master, I saw a red lotus in the pond today, it was injured, I can't help it heal the wound .”

"Does it also contain your spiritual consciousness?"

Shen Yingxue's eyes softened a little when she heard this, and said "Mmm", "Don't worry, it will heal after soaking in the pool for a few days."

"Why is there a master's spiritual consciousness in the red lotus?"

The boy always asked him a lot of questions, Shen Yingxue was very patient, and replied: "After staying with me for a long time, many artifacts will produce spiritual consciousness."

What's more, his body is Honglian, Honglian is close to him, and is often impregnated by his spiritual power, so it is easy to give birth to spiritual consciousness.

Those red lotuses that gave birth to spiritual consciousness... originated from a part of him, but none of them were him.

"That's it." Song Minhuan woke up very refreshed. He glanced at the sword on the table, but the stone still didn't move.

It was because he was drunk last time and Shitou made a routine. After Shitou woke up, he remembered that he was a little angry with him and ignored him.After that, Shen Yingxue put a restraint on it, and the remnant soul fell into a deep sleep in need of nourishment, and the stone never woke up again.

"Then Yunshan Sword also contains Master's spiritual consciousness?"

Shen Yingxue paused slightly with her fingertips, then nodded.

The boy said something in a low voice, and tidied up all the papers beside the table.

"Master, I can't sleep now." Song Minhuan came to pester Shen Yingxue again after tidying up, "Didn't you say you want to teach me to practice spiritual consciousness, teach me now."

Shen Yingxue looked at him upon hearing the words, and asked, "Do you really want to learn? Your mind is not as firm as before."

"Why?" Song Minhuan didn't think he would regress, his cultivation level had been improving, and his spiritual consciousness was becoming wider and wider.

"Because you are easily bewitched now."

Shen Yingxue paused and said: "If someone pretends to be me, you will probably be fooled easily."

"No way," Song Minhuan vowed, "No matter what the master has become, I will recognize it."

Shen Yingxue: "..." He couldn't even recognize the red lotus in the pond.

There was a little smile on his face, and there was a bit of bewitchment in his voice, "Well, I will hide in your sea of ​​consciousness. If you can recognize who is me, I will teach you how to confuse others. If you can't recognize me -"

There was a slight pause in her voice, Shen Yingxue's eyes were flat, "There will be punishment."

"How about it, Shanshan, do you dare to bet?"

What dare not?It is not men who dare not dare.What's more, Shen Yingxue was questioning him, which was equivalent to indirectly distrusting him.

Song Minhuan was very upset, "Come on, Master, please remember to accept the bet."

"Okay, Shanshan can't play tricks either."

A white light penetrated into Song Minhuan's sea of ​​consciousness, a burst of white light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then the whole figure disappeared in place.

He knew that Shen Yingxue should have brought him into the sea of ​​consciousness now.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, he took a step forward, and the surrounding environment changed.Crane patterns are carved on the vermilion tall buildings, the buildings with flying eaves, Gui Dian Lan Palace, the ground is covered with soft carpets, and there is a figure not far from him.

The man wore a Hades mask on his face, a white robe, and a black curse bracelet on his wrist. He had an orchid-like demeanor, mild and stern.

Mu Zhaorong?It looks a bit different, but it looks more like Shen Yingxue wearing a mask.

While he was observing, another figure appeared in the hall.The man was wearing a black ghost-wen robe, black boots stepped on the carpet, and his face was still Shen Yingxue's.His expression was indifferent and indifferent, the mysterious sword in his hand was dyed red, and there was a deep and strong bloody aura on his body, as if he had crawled out of the bottom of hell.

Those eyes were dark and heavy, and when he looked at him, he seemed to lock on the prey, with a little teasing.

Compared with Shen Yingxue who was wearing a curse bracelet, she looked more like a ghost king.

Shen Yingxue, who was wearing the Hades mask, looked at him and said flatly, "Shan Shan, come here."

Shen Yingxue, who looked like a ghost king, also said, "Shanshan, come to me."

Song Minhuan looked around and felt that both of them looked like Shen Yingxue, but neither of them looked like Shen Yingxue.

Before he could make a choice, another figure appeared not far away.

The man was dressed in a bright yellow robe with animal patterns, and the bead curtains on the crown hung on both sides. His aura was clearly that of a noble superior, with a strong desire to control.That face was so handsome, he ordered him coldly: "Come here."

He looked cold, but his tone was gentle.

Afterwards, many Shen Yingxue appeared. There was Shen Yingxue wearing a Taoist robe with lotus patterns, there was Shen Yingxue wearing a light helmet with swords and crowns engraved on it, there was Shen Yingxue holding a sword, and there was Shen Yingxue drawing a map.

Every Shen Yingxue asked him to "come over".

Song Minhuan's eyes were dazzled. The Shen Yingxues in front of him all had similar auras, and the eyes that looked at him were all gentle and restrained, making it impossible for him to tell which one was the real Shen Yingxue.

He just made a promise with Shen Yingxue, wouldn't it be a slap in the face if he lost?

"Master?" Song Minhuan took a step forward. He first ruled out the one who looked like Mur Zhaorong, and the one who looked like a ghost king with a bloody aura.

He looked along and saw a man in the corner. The man was wearing an unremarkable black robe with lotus patterns. He also had Shen Yingxue's face. Doesn't seem to want to be involved.

Could it be this?

But Shen Yingxue is so possessive, would she just watch the fun and ignore him?

He thought so, leaning back against Zhulan, he glanced down, there was a vast expanse of whiteness underneath, if he jumped off, he should return to reality.

Shen Yingxue will not ignore him, if he jumps, he will definitely be worried, what he wants to watch... is the reaction at that second.

Song Minhuan supported Zhu Lan and jumped down. At the moment he jumped down, all Shen Yingxue on the stage jumped down with him.

"Shan Shan—"

"Shan Shan—"

"Shan Shan—"

Song Minhuan: "..."

It was completely unexpected, Song Minhuan's eyelids twitched, and he randomly pulled one in mid-air, and the one he pulled happened to be the one who was watching the play and didn't care much about him just now.

I jumped down to see everyone jumping, and he jumped along with him.

Song Minhuan felt a gaze of unknown meaning falling on him, he looked along and saw a man wearing a black robe with ghost script, a bloody aura, and an aura like a ghost king.

The man smiled at him, and then quickly disappeared in place, and all of Shen Yingxue also disappeared.

"Shan Shan."

Shen Yingxue's voice came from next to his ear, Song Minhuan woke up, but he didn't want to open his eyes, he wanted to play tricks.

Shen Yingxue's light and fluttering voice rang in his ears, "What did Shanshan say just now... No matter what I become, you can recognize me?"

Song Minhuan was ashamed to say that he first ruled out the one who looked like the ghost king, and finally chose the one who was least like Shen Yingxue by coincidence.

He ignored people, and Shen Yingxue waited quietly beside him.

Song Minhuan's patience was naturally inferior to Shen Yingxue's. He opened his eyes helplessly, and asked Shen Yingxue, "How does Master want to punish?"

"How to punish?" Shen Yingxue laughed, her drooping eyes were filled with dark ink, and her voice was low, "Naturally, I must write it down carefully, so that I won't make the same mistake again next time."

Many times Song Minhuan had forgotten that Shen Yingxue's original character was stern and indifferent under gentleness, but he was used to Shen Yingxue being partial to him, and when Shen Yingxue was indifferent and harsh to him again, he was very uncomfortable.

The moon-white Taoist robe with lotus patterns was thrown on the ground, Song Minhuan's face was flushed, he was coaxed into a daze by Shen Yingxue, and after hearing soft whispers one after another, after he sank into it, the man suddenly stopped.

"Please ask me if you want." There is still a familiar gentle voice in my ear, but it sounds like a devil's whisper, "Shanshan knows what to do, right?"