Immortals come on the moon

Chapter 104

Song Minhuan guarded Honglian all night like this, he returned to the palace at dawn, slept by the bed for a while, when he woke up, Shen Yingxue was by the bed, and came back at some time.

"Master, there is a competition in Jiange today, I don't have to go there?"

This is a monthly competition in their sect, if he doesn't pass, no one from Lin Huafeng will pass.

"Go, today will be very lively, Master will follow you."

Song Minhuan got up from the bed by himself, he finished tidying up in a short while, and left Lin Huafeng with the dusty sword.

"Master, what did the sect master say to all the senior brothers about Senior Brother Lan Su?"

Shen Yingxue followed behind him, and said in a gentle voice, "Lan Su has a mission and has gone to Yingzhou. I'm afraid he won't come back for a while."

After a long time, when some disciples mentioned it again, they would say that Lan Su died in Yingzhou.

Song Minhuan wondered whether Meng Qi knew the inside story. When he arrived at the Hall of Mirrors, many disciples had already come, and he was very familiar with many disciples in their class.

All four peaks sent disciples over, he came back alone, Meng Qi and Shen Yingxue were the insiders.In addition, when disciples from other peaks came to ask where Xiao Zhuang had gone, he would always say that Xiao Zhuang was training outside and would not be able to return for a while.

Meng Qi chose the back seat again, surrounded by a group of her juniors.Her juniors all smiled and coaxed her to be happy. The disciples of Lianhua Peak were still sleepy, and the disciples on both sides would always sneer at them when they met.

The elder on the stage is still Feng Yi, and it seems that he has returned to a long time ago. At that time, the Mingjing Hall competition was also so lively, Xiaozhuang was still there, and Lan Su was still there.

Song Minhuan looked over and saw that Lan Su's place was empty now, and once the time passed, he would not be able to go back.

"Everyone passed the last practice. Because Lan Su went to Yingzhou, the quota for bringing new disciples to practice is vacant. The disciples who won the top three this time need to bring new disciples to practice."

"In the sect competition, no slaps in the face, no malicious injuries, and no deadly hands are allowed, and the lottery begins now."

Song Minhuan went to draw lots. In the training ground, there were quite a few people who challenged him.Everyone has only three chances to challenge, and he chose one to fight against Meng Qi.

"Shanshan, I may not be able to beat you now." Meng Qi held a long halberd in his hand and bared his teeth, "You should strike softly later."

Song Minhuan also laughed, "Okay."

The two of them came to the stage, and Song Minhuan was holding a dusty stone in his hand. In fact, he was cheating a bit by beating this way.After all, Shitou is Mr. Lan, but anyway, he never helped him when he fights Mr. Lan.

The long halberd exuded a red lotus-like pressure, Song Minhuan dodged sideways, and the blade of the sword collided with the halberd, making a buzzing sound of "boom".The coercion spread to the surroundings, and the two of them quickly changed their shapes, swords, swords and swords intertwined, so fast that it was almost invisible.

They went out with Shen Yingxue to experience the longest, and the missions they took were also the most dangerous, so their cultivation improved the fastest.

All the disciples below and the elders outside the teleportation mirror were a little surprised.

"The cultivation bases of the two of them... how much heaven should they have now?"

"Meng Qi's lowest level is fifth level... that boy is probably close to sixth level."

Song Minhuan and Meng Qi fought, more or less keeping their hands away, fearing to hurt Meng Qi, Jian Guang threw the halberd away with a bang, the halberd in Meng Qi's hand spun around in the air, and stuck straight in the on the ground.

"I lost." Although Meng Qi lost, he was very happy, "Shanshan, you have improved too fast."

"It seems that I am really the second child in ten thousand years. I thought I would be the first one after Zhuang Li left."

She said this, holding her halberd and said: "But I am convinced that I lost, it seems that I have to practice hard when I go back."

"Senior Sister, I just got the upper hand by luck." Song Minhuan was a little speechless, "You say that, and they will all come to challenge me in a while."

Sure enough, many disciples would challenge him next, and he challenged him a few times, and those disciples became his defeated opponents.

As a result of the competition, he won the first place, Meng Qi was second, and Meng Qi's younger brother Jiang Yi was the third. The three of them will lead the new disciples to practice together.

Song Minhuan returned to Linhua Peak. After more than ten days, he stayed in the peak and played chess with Gongzi Lan every day. He felt that after playing chess for so many days, his understanding of the formation... was nothing Variety.

Playing chess with Gong Zilan every day and losing a lot of wine, Shen Yingxue won it back for him later.

He was not very happy playing chess, Gongzi Lan had been with him for so long, and he was not very polite to him, and mercilessly knocked him on the head with the hilt of his sword.

The force was not light, Song Minhuan touched his forehead in a daze, and a big bump swelled up on it after a while, and it hurt when touched.

"It's only been 20 days, but it took me a year to realize it," Gong Zilan said with a half-smile, "Your impatience will only backfire."

Shen Yingxue next to him glanced lightly at Young Master Lan, and Young Master Lan took back the hilt of his sword, and said, "If a child is disobedient, he will beat him up. If you pet him, he will definitely spoil you."

Song Minhuan: "..."

Shen Yingxue didn't say anything, but when she played chess at night, she won three games in a row against Young Master Lan.Not only did Gong Zilan not get a jar of wine, but he owed Shen Yingxue more than ten jars.

"Why do you hold grudges so much?" Young Master Lan turned into a pauper in the blink of an eye, looked at Song Minhuan and said, "Shanshan, you must not be willing to let your master lose a pot of wine, right?"

Song Minhuan silently rolled his eyes, thinking that he would be kind if he wanted to drink, and he was always called "Hey", "So who" and "Boy" when ordering him.

The day before they set off, Song Minhuan got up early in the morning. He got up and went to look in the lotus pond in the courtyard. The red lotus inside had disappeared, and Shen Yingxue was helping him pack his luggage in the hall.

The fireflies have all disappeared, and there is fog in the morning, and the mountains in the distance are covered with white mist. There are a few camellia plants in the courtyard, and I don’t know when they grew.Red and white camellias bloom on the courtyard wall, stained with the morning dew.

"Nervous?" Shen Yingxue asked when she appeared behind him at some point.

"I haven't brought up new disciples yet, we didn't do these things in the past," Song Minhuan turned around, but he actually had other things on his mind.

He looked at the dusty sword on the coffee table. Gong Zilan had sent him a message the night before, telling him to pack his luggage and get ready.After they go out, they probably won't come back.

He looked at the plants and trees in the yard, looked at the people in front of him, and when he really wanted to leave, his heart calmed down, and all those reluctance and unspeakable emotions were buried in his heart.

"If I leave, will Master miss me?"

Song Minhuan asked such a question, with a smile still on his face.His question is actually meaningless, because Shen Yingxue will accompany him to lead the new disciples to practice, but what he wants to ask is another meaning.

"Well, I will miss you very much," Shen Yingxue's eyes were as gentle as ever, he was no longer a teenager, and he would not say the words "I will go to the ends of the earth to find you too".He has his own responsibilities and responsibilities. Being in this position means that he needs to consider a lot and cannot act willfully.

Even if he wanted to say it, he was powerless in the end. It was impossible for him to let go of the sect and the common people in the world and fulfill his own private thoughts.

What kind of sensitive person is Shen Yingxue?These days the young man is always absent-minded, always staring at him, often sitting by the window in a daze, coupled with Gong Zilan's perfunctory attitude, how could he not see that the young man is hiding something from him?

These two people seem to have reached a certain consensus, and with the boy asking this question, he has already guessed a certain possibility.

"No matter what choice Shanshan makes, I will support Shanshan."

Shen Yingxue said with downcast eyes, her face still had a gentle expression, as if she couldn't see the slightest bit of sadness or reluctance.

Such a sentence has already given the answer in the dark.

Song Minhuan was stunned for a while, and for a moment, he felt that Shen Yingxue seemed to know what he was thinking.It was as if a silver needle had pricked his heart, and the pain made it difficult for him to speak.

"I will also miss Master," Song Minhuan said softly, "Master takes care of me on weekdays, if I am alone, I will be very uncomfortable."

The two of them had the same day as usual, Song Minhuan practiced sword with Shen Yingxue, he only learned a small part of Feixue swordsmanship, and played chess with Gongzi Lan in the afternoon.Gong Zilan also urged him to steal some jars of Shen Yingxue's wine and take them away.

He refused, and practiced another set of swordsmanship at night, the pear blossoms had all fallen, and the moonlight was shining coldly.

The boy was tall and slender, with a sharp sword in his hand.A lot of pear blossoms were curled up by the sword blade, and they were all scattered around him. The moonlight white robe was shining brightly, and the fingertips were like white jade, and the sword posture was astonishing.

When he put down the long sword, he stroked the hair on his forehead with his thin white fingertips, and the evening wind blew cool, he threw the sword and returned to the temple.

Shen Yingxue stood at the entrance of the hall, watched him for some time, and when she saw him coming, she reached out her hand to catch him.

"Master—"

Song Minhuan stepped forward and threw herself into Shen Yingxue's arms. I don't know if it was his illusion, but when he threw herself, she felt that Shen Yingxue's figure seemed to be slightly unstable.

The man stroked the hair on his sideburns with his fingertips, and the fingertips fell on his face again, and said softly: "I am still practicing swords now, are you afraid that I will not be able to wake up tomorrow?"

"Master will definitely call me tomorrow. If Master is here, don't be afraid."

Shen Yingxue seemed to smile, led him into the hall, and handed him a bowl of thick medicinal juice by the coffee table.

"Master, I can see now, why should I drink this?"

Shen Yingxue put a plate of candied fruit next to him. He rubbed the boy's head, "After all, the outside is different from the inside of the sect. After you finish drinking, you should not be disturbed by evil spells for the time being. Master will feel relieved."

This bowl of concoction was slightly different from usual, although it was dark red, it didn't smell of blood at all, instead it had a faint aroma. He drank the concoction in one gulp.

In the evening, Shen Yingxue rarely slept on the bed, and the two of them slept together.After the boy fell asleep, Shen Yingxue kissed the corner of the boy's lips, traced the boy's cheek with her hand, held the boy's wrist for an unknown amount of time, and then slowly let go.

Shen Yingxue stared at the boy's side face all night.It was dawn before he knew it, and he felt the uncomfortable smell of blood in his throat. He covered his lips with his fingertips and coughed twice, his palms were sticky, and crimson blood dripped from his fingers.

He looked down, a white light came out, and the crimson in his palm disappeared.

Song Minhuan was called up by Shen Yingxue. Shen Yingxue had already packed his things for him. The two of them left Linhua Peak together, and there were already paper cranes waiting outside.

When he descended the mountain, he looked back, the ridge was looming under the sky, the clouds and mist were faint, birds were flying around, and several disciples were talking in a low voice in the distance.

The training task this time is very simple, and the location he chose is not far from the Zongmen. If he has only one chance to go, it is when he passes through Zhanmeng City on the way.

"We will stop for a day when we are in Zhanmeng City, Shanshan, do you want to go to the city to have a look?"

Song Minhuan nodded, he chatted with Meng Qi for a while, and gave Meng Qi a few talismans.When he was talking to Meng Qi, Shen Yingxue was standing not far away, only he could see it.

When he arrived in Zhanmeng City, he said to Shen Yingxue as usual, "Master, I'm leaving."

He felt that Shen Yingxue seemed to be watching him all the time, he jumped off the paper crane, but he didn't look back when he was leaving.

If he turned his head back, he would be reluctant to leave because he was afraid of seeing that person.

"Shanshan, I heard that in the city..." Meng Qi turned his head, but there was no one around him. Among the people coming and going, the snack in Meng Qi's hand fell to the ground.

"Shan Shan—"

Song Minhuan got into another carriage prepared by Gong Zilan, and they wanted to leave the city first.After getting into the carriage, he opened the storage bag and found that there were many things that Shen Yingxue had packed for him.

There are many altars of fine wine, many candied fruit made by Shen Yingxue himself, and many precious ointments and magical instruments and spells that Shen Yingxue prepared for him.

Shi Shi was very silent all the way, but now he opened his mouth, "He actually knows everything."

Song Minhuan paused slightly while holding the storage bag, the outside wind was blowing in, and Meng Qi could still be seen in the distance outside the car window.

"Because you're leaving...he personally pulled out the lotus, the bowl of medicinal juice you drank last night...he made it out of the lotus."

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles at any time; 1 bottle of attacking gold;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Buddha series;

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