Immortals come on the moon

It's only natural that this book was listed as a banned book. If the world knew that Ji Ye and Shen Yingxue had the same face, the entire world of cultivating immortals would be in chaos.

In the mortal world, Ji Ye is just a rumor, Ji Ye has not been involved in the Three Realms for many years, and few people have actually seen him, and according to Mu Zhaorong, he began to imitate Ji Ye thousands of years ago, At that time, he was the king of ghosts, and he had been wearing a mask and had never shown his face to others.

So... where did the real Ji Ye go?

Why did Ji Ye and Shen Yingxue have the same face? Could it be that Shen Yingxue is Ji Ye?It is very possible to push it from time to time.

But Shen Yingxue's heart is for the common people in the world, and she will not be the extremely vicious ghost king who slaughters all living beings in the ghost world.

Song Minhuan was convinced of this in his heart, he put the book back, and wanted to look at other things, when Meng Qi's voice transmission came from inside.

"I found it, Shanshan, let's go out quickly, we can't stay here for long."

The two of them appeared in the woods behind Zangshu Pavilion, and here was a path.Meng Qi was holding a spell in his hand. On the spell were some strange spells that he knew, and they were combined in different ways.

The small road leads to the place where the disciples live, they are already familiar with it, Meng Qi said: "Jun Yunjin should have returned from Jiange, usually he will take a rest in the room at this time, we will go there now."

"Okay." Song Minhuan glanced at the spell in Meng Qi's hand and asked, "Senior Sister, can you show me this spell?"

Meng Qi casually threw the 'Dream of Guiding Spirits' to him, and he held it in his hand, a circle of pale light in his palm, and the incantation continued to magnify.

"Senior sister, this uses a fusion of a bewitching spell and a nightmare spell. The spell is not difficult to solve. Next time we can directly cast these two spells to try."

"Can you see it?" Meng Qi was a little surprised, "Shanshan is making rapid progress now, did you ask your master to teach you the formation?"

Song Minhuan: "On weekdays, Master also gives me advice, but most of the time he teaches me swordsmanship."

"You should learn formations when you have time," Meng Qi said, and the two of them appeared in the courtyard with the windows open, and Jun Yunjin could be seen just coming back from the outside.

The young man placed the sword rules neatly on the wall, folded his hands in front of a portrait with his back facing them, and recited a few words that they could not understand, like a foreign language, his eyes were full of faith and admiration meaning.

After Jun Yunjin finished worshiping, he sat on the side of the bed and meditated, circulating the aura in his body.He removed the gauze from both wrists, only to see that there were densely stitched black threads on them.

Both hands were pale and bloodless, not like the hands of a living person.

A mantra silently flew into Jun Yunjin's brow, Jun Yunjin paused for a moment, then closed his eyes, and fell down on the side of the soft couch.

Song Minhuan and Meng Qi climbed in through the window, and he went to the corner to take a look, and found a portrait of a man pasted on it.

The portrait should be similar to the portrait of a god, the paper is yellowed and very old, it looks like it should be old.In the middle of the painting is a man, tall and slender, with long silver hair hanging around his side, holding a scepter with his pale fingertips.

The man was followed by a group of evil spirits. He walked among them. He couldn't see his face clearly because of the mask on his face, but Yue Mo could see his expression clearly. His eyes were slightly lowered. A bit of hypocrisy.

What caught his attention was not only the man's long silver hair, but also the spell on his wrist.Incantations—looks like parodies, not real incantations.He always felt a little familiar, wasn't it the same incantation on Ji Ye's wrist shackles that he had seen in the Library Pavilion just now?

A lot of questions surfaced in his heart, and he always felt as if he had caught some thread, and if he followed it straight down, he would surely find the truth.

At this time, the man in the painting has not yet worn the robe with the sun-eye pattern, and looks like an ordinary god who kills a group of evil spirits.

It should be the servant of the ghost world.

Meng Qi and he also had the same thought, and said in a low voice: "Let's go and see in his dream now, maybe he really has something to do with Shijun."

The two of them entered Jun Yunjin's dream together, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of them. They walked through the clouds and mist, and then their vision gradually became clear.

Above the sky, there were dark clouds and black clouds. They were already in Jun Yunjin's memory, and there was a mass grave in front of them.The shady forest blocked the remaining sunlight, and the soil on the ground was sticky and slippery, as if it had just rained, and the corpses piled up in front of them were soaked and turned white.

The piled corpses looked to be soldiers, their armor stained with blood, some of their skin had rotted, and some had broken legs.The arrow feathers pierced their bodies, the red tassels on the halberds fell, and the air was filled with the smell of rotting corpses and blood.

Song Minhuan noticed that there was unburned smoke and a fallen flag not far away. It seemed that the war had just ended.The armor worn by the soldiers looks very old, it should be a long time ago...at least 2000 years.

"Shanshan, come here." Meng Qi picked one of the corpses away with a long halberd, as if it was real to the touch, and took out a token from the soldier's chest, with patterns of swords and crowns engraved on it.

"This is 3000 years ago...the era of Changle."

Song Minhuan also lifted the skirt of one of the soldiers and found a token of the same type. On the token was engraved a man wearing a crown and holding a long sword, and beside it were patterns of a sword and a crown.

It seems that this formation is not that easy, and it can be restored. It must be a high-level formation.

"At that time, before the soldiers marched to fight, they would wear tokens engraved with the Changle logo. They prayed to the Changle God of War to protect them and bring them victory in the war."

Song Minhuan touched the token, the face of the man on it was blank, but even if it was engraved on the token, he could still feel the noble temperament of the man through the floating image.

This person... seems to be born like this, admired by all people, standing on the top of a high mountain, and sympathizing with all things in the world.

The wind blew on his face, and everywhere his eyes entered were grisly corpses.Some of them were still trying to protect their injured companions with their bodies before they died, some were protecting their chests when they died, and there were tokens from relatives there, and some were holding tokens engraved with swords and crowns until they died.

They are nothing more than ants on this battlefield. I hope that the gods will take pity on them so that they can gain a ray of life under the ruthless sword.

At the end of the day, when the war song ended, a figure appeared in the sky.

It was the figure of a man, just like the one in the portrait, wearing a robe of witchcraft, with silver-white hair scattered around his side, holding a scepter in his hand, and wearing a mask on his face, he came to this chaotic and devastated place. battlefield.

This was the first time Song Minhuan saw such a servant, and a strange guess emerged in his heart.

Standing on the battlefield, Shi Jun was surrounded by piles of dead soldiers on both sides. He bent down and stretched out his hand to feel the breath of the soldiers on the ground, as if to confirm whether they were still alive.

He went to check one by one, his robe was wet with blood, but he didn't care.He wiped the faces of the soldiers who died in battle, and covered their wounds with a clean white cloth, so that the corpses looked complete. He sprinkled willow water on the soldiers to soothe their lingering resentment .

- Searching one by one, Shi Jun's fingertips were covered with bloody mud, between the mud and the corpses, there was a low moan.

—The corpses were moved aside, and the sun set, revealing the faces of the soldiers below.The soldier's face was pale, he was still alive, he was shot in the shoulder by an arrow, the corners of his lips were dry, and he uttered a cry for help with great difficulty.

The servant took clean water from the leaves and fed it to the soldiers. He re-bandaged the soldiers' wounds, took the long arrow that pierced through his shoulders, scooped out the carrion, sprinkled the powder on it, and wrapped it with cloth strips.

After finishing this, he put some water and fruit beside the soldier, and then got up, but the moment he got up, he was grabbed by a piece of clothes.

Just grabbing him, the soldier almost exhausted all his strength, and a difficult voice came, "You...what's your name?"

asked what his name was.

Shijun still held willow branches in his hand, his fingernails were all dirty, and his clothes were red-stained, all stained with blood.

The last ray of the sunset in the distance, he stopped, the eyes under the mask were neither sad nor happy, and he said two words in a clear and cold voice.

"Servant."

Shijun is just a name, how can it be called a name?

After saying these two words, Shi Jun left. He checked the entire battlefield and only rescued one living person.The wind and sand blew towards them, and the soldiers were all covered with white cloths, making their deaths look a little more solemn.

The last wisp of smoke was burnt out, and Shijun also disappeared on the battlefield.

Song Minhuan watched from the sidelines, what the servant did seemed to have goodness engraved in his bones, such a person...why did he become the devil who caused disaster?

He thought about it, and asked, "Is this soldier Jun Yunjin?"

Meng Qi: "It should be. This is a battlefield 3000 years ago. He entered our sect when he was a mortal boy at the age of seventeen or eighteen."

Both of them had this question in their hearts, so they continued to read.After Shijun disappeared, he never appeared. The soldier stared at that figure for a long time, and sat under the moonlight for a night.

His real name was Yun Jin, and he was given the surname "Jun" from then on.After staying away from the battlefield, he recovered from his injuries. If someone asked his name, he would tell the other party that his name was Jun Yunjin.

Song Minhuan and Meng Qi followed along and saw many scenes from 3000 years ago. 3000 years ago, there were not only human races, but also many other descendants of gods and descendants of gods and ghosts.

The wars among the three clans continued, and Changle was a descendant of the gods, standing on the side of the human race. He led the human race to establish "Yue Yin", where the moon hidden was the descendants of the human race and the gods who were willing to stand on the side of the human race.

Each clan has its own banner, Tianming, Dizang, Rulong, Chiyue, Libei... Wars and killings, everywhere is full of gunpowder, and everywhere they pass, there are blood-stained sandy cities.

Jun Yunjin couldn't avoid it either. He fought for the gods he believed in, and finally died on the battlefield.

Perhaps he was lucky, or the gods took pity on him. The place where his body was buried was a cave where the descendants of the gods placed holy objects.

——After 3000 years, the wars in the world ended, and the new prosperity changed. He didn't know how long he had been waiting here. After thousands of years of wind, sun and rain, and the yellow sand buried his bones, he became a deserted person. - a lonely soul.

The vicissitudes of the sea, the yellow sand turned into mud again, and the two sides are thick and dark forests, until a seriously injured boy passed here, the boy lost consciousness, and the land he was in was soaked in blood.

The lonely soul took possession of the boy's body and became a human again, and he became that boy.The boy's hands were broken, and he tried to find a way—two dead men's hands were connected.

The world has changed, but in any era, he believes that his gods will have good hearts.That person was willing to lay down the bones of the dead soldier, would rescue him from the rotting corpse, and would still have the heart for the common people and compassion for all things in the world.

He pursued his god, so he came to the world's number one fairy gate.

If the gods have spirits in the sky, I hope to take pity on him, and he will try his best to protect the world for the gods in this prosperous world.

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