Immortals come on the moon

Chapter 47

Zhuang Li said "Heh", with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

He doesn't think that's the case, only this cheap senior brother in front of him is a soft-hearted and easy-to-deceive fool who everyone trusts.

"Master is going to track down the whereabouts of Shuozhou. Let us stay here and don't act without authorization. There will be Twelve Nights Gate participating in the Sword Club, and we may not be able to compete in the future," Song Minhuan worried, "I don't know Meng Qi How is it over there now?"

Meng Qi and Hua Chongjin were assigned to a team, and the two of them were quite destined.

"She will be very happy." Zhuang Li could imagine Meng Qi's happy face, and he said expressionlessly.

"You," Song Min laughed, "If you were able to be with the person you like, you would probably be very happy."

He feels that Meng Qi and Zhuang Li are sometimes alike in certain aspects. When Meng Qi has someone he likes, he will be like a peacock spreading its tail, constantly trying to attract and protect each other.I don't know if it will be the same when Zhuang Li has someone he likes.

Zhuang Li didn't speak, just stared at him for a while, then lowered his eyes.

"I'm too weak," Zhuang Li said after a long time.

"Are you weak?" Song Minhuan patted him on the quilt, "If this word gets out, all the disciples will die of acid."

Zhuang Li didn't speak, he was really weak, compared with Shen Yingxue, Shuozhou, Yinjing... he was far from those real powers.

He can't protect the person he wants to protect, and he may even be unable to control his hatred and killing intent to hurt the other party.

Subconsciously, he clenched the quilt tightly in the palm of his hand, stretching his veins vigorously, but the other hand gently held his wrist.

Song Minhuan held Zhuang Li's wrist and asked him to loosen the quilt, "Xiao Zhuang, don't be impatient, - take it one step at a time, quick success and instant benefit will easily backfire."

"I know that the hatred in your heart is difficult to calm down. Although I don't know why, besides hatred... there are many other beautiful things in the world that are worth your attention."

"Have you thought about what you will do after you avenge yourself one day?"

He waited for a while, but Zhuang Li didn't answer his question. He slowly let go of Zhuang Li's wrist. There was no rush for this matter, and it wasn't something that he could listen to in a day or two.

The two of them have been staying in the yard for the past two days. The news that Shen Yingxue has arrived in the underground Chongguang City has spread outside, all the evil spirits are in chaos, and Xu Wanqin has not heard anything about him in the past two days .

On the third day, a paper crane flew into the yard, Song Minhuan stretched out his fingertip, and the paper crane landed on his fingertip.

——A white light came on, and Xu Wanqin's voice came along Zhihe, "If you still want to take your junior brother back, go to Xiangzhong Mountain now, and we will meet there."

Song Minhuan had some accidents. I don't know why Xu Wanqin sent him a message. The paper cranes disappeared at his fingertips.

Maybe he wanted to use them. After all, if something happened and they couldn't get out, they all had to stay.

He touched the red lotus jade buckle on his neck, cast a spell on it, and tried to call out, "Master?"

The red lotus jade buckle flickered slightly, and Shen Yingxue's voice came from there, "I can hear, how are you getting along with Xiaozhuang these two days?"

"We're fine." Song Minhuan heard Shen Yingxue's voice, and felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart after hearing Shen Yingxue's voice, "How is Master?"

"The situation is not very good, you communicate with me, but do you have something to say?"

"I really have something to ask Master," Song Minhuan said, "Xu Wanqin sent a paper crane over today and told me that if I still want to take Zhuangli out, I should go to Xiangzhong Mountain to meet him."

"Xiangzhong Mountain?" There was a slight movement from Shen Yingxue's side, and she whispered, "I'm about to go there now, that's fine, how is Zhuang Li's injury? If he recovers well, then bring him here."

"His injury has almost recovered," Song Minhuan said, "Then I—will tell Xiaozhuang to leave later."

Shen Yingxue made a "hmm" sound, "Be careful on the road."

"Master, too, be careful, don't get hurt."

After Song Minhuan finished speaking, there was no movement over there, and the red lotus jade buckle dimmed little by little.

He stared at the red lotus jade buckle for a while, put it away, turned around and entered the house.

An hour later, Song Minhuan and Zhuang Li arrived at the foot of Xiangzhong Mountain.He heard on the way that three of the four doors of the underground Chongguang City were suddenly closed today, and now there is only one ghost door leading to the ghost world.

"This is formed by an entire formation. The four doors are the formation eyes, and now three are closed..."

Song Minhuan felt that it was too much of a coincidence, not long after Shen Yingxue appeared, the two repair gates and one ghost gate were closed, which meant that the eyes of the formation were sealed.If all four doors are closed, then the entire formation will be sealed, which means that no one in the city will be able to get out.

I don't know if it was an accident or someone was behind it.If the four doors are all closed, this is an evil land, and with the timing of Shen Yingxue's appearance, this pot of dirty water can easily be poured on Shen Yingxue's head.

Xiangzhong Mountain is located in the south of the underground Chongguang City, near the middle, and is on the Yin-Yang dividing line of the underground Chongguang City with the Dark Pavilion.

There were many shadowy forests on the mountain, and the sky was gloomy and gloomy. Zhuang Li still had gauze wrapped around his wrist, and he casually chopped off the branches of the locust tree next to him with his sword.

- A silver light flashed, the locust tree branch fell to the ground, Zhuang Li picked it up, and opened his palm for Song Minhuan to see.

"It's a dead tree."

—The branches of the tree were all cut off, and the outer layer of bark was no different from that of an ordinary locust tree, but the inner rhizome was withered and turned black, and it looked dead for a while.

They went up all the way, Song Minhuan chopped down a lot of grass and trees, branches and leaves, and found that all of them were dead without exception.From the outside, it seemed that there was no problem on the mountain. The two of them walked through the forest, and gradually felt that the mountain was too quiet.

It was quiet without a trace of life, and the whole mountain was surrounded by a thick dead air.

When they were halfway up the mountain, a paper crane flew over, circled Song Minhuan and the others twice, and then led them the way.

They walked for another half an hour and saw Xu Wanqin.

Zhuang Li didn't have a good face when he saw Xu Wanqin. He touched the buckle of the sword with his fingertips, and the long sword might be unsheathed at any time.

Song Minhuan: "What do you mean we might not be able to get out? The three doors cannot be opened?"

"The formation eye in the dark pavilion is a pool of stagnant water, which means it has been sealed for a while," Xu Wanqin said, "This is the last formation eye in the underground Chongguang City, if it is also sealed here."

The rest, Xu Wanqin, didn't say anything, the meaning was obvious, if this place was also sealed, they might really be left in this city.

"Why don't you guard the last door and come here?"

Xu Wanqin glanced at him, "The door is guarded by the three-eyed fire phoenix. This is the last formation eye and the source of the formation. Maybe we can find a way to restore other formation eyes here."

Before he could speak, Xu Wanqin said, "I called you here because I'm not sure where the formation eye is. The vegetation on the whole mountain is dead, and there is no spiritual energy. It is not easy to find the formation eye."

He obviously wanted them to come and help, but he was not polite at all when he said it, Song Minhuan replied, "Let's search separately and find the formation to inform each other."

Xu Wanqin nodded slightly, "The mountain is divided into two halves, I go to the south, and you go to the north."

A few paper cranes flew into Song Minhuan's palm, "Use them to spread the news."

The three separated on the spot, Zhuang Li followed behind him and said, "This person is full of schemes and schemes, we should not cooperate with him."

"Now we are grasshoppers tied to the same rope," Song Minhuan, "I don't know whether his identity is right or wrong. In the current situation, we know that there are tigers in the mountains, so we have no choice but to go to the tiger mountain. I’m afraid I’ll still come here. If I can find out which side he’s on this time, it’s worth it.”

Zhuang Li didn't speak, he was thinking in his mind how to take advantage of Xu Wanqin's inattention, and find a way to avenge his cheap senior brother.

The two of them went north and found a natural cave near the edge of the Yin Forest.

Before getting close to the natural cave, I felt the biting coldness spreading from inside. The locust trees guarding both sides withered, and the bark on the outside was dry and wrinkled together.

Song Minhuan flicked his fingertips—a burst of spiritual energy passed by, and the spiritual energy submerged silently into the cave, and quickly returned to his fingertips.

"Let's go in and see."

Song Minhuan wanted to go in first, but Zhuang Li grabbed his arm and dragged him aside, and stepped into the cave first.

He wanted to laugh a little, but didn't say anything, and followed Zhuang Li.Just entering the cave, the cold air penetrated into the bone marrow and brought a deep chill, Zhuang Li lit a candle in front, illuminating a small part of the wall.

At the beginning, the cave was narrow, only enough for one person to move forward. The two of them walked for an unknown amount of time, and the front of them suddenly opened up.

The moment they entered, the torches on the wall were lit one by one, reflecting the huge statue in front of them.This is a cave dedicated to Feng Yuan, the maidservant of the God of War in Changle. The carved Feng Yuan in the middle is holding a Yin Jingqin and drooping eyes. The third eye on her forehead is open. Her face is quiet and peaceful, and there are thousands of ghosts behind her.

The mural next to her was almost all of her. Song Minhuan's breathing was quiet, and there was an inexplicable solemn and solemn atmosphere in the cave, as if she was afraid of disturbing a sleeping goddess.

In the past, he didn't have an accurate understanding of Feng Yuan's high status. He only knew how lofty it was, but he didn't know how lofty it was.Only now do I realize that after 3000 years, there are still many large and small statues enshrined in places. I think it must have existed in the original era.

He looked along the murals one by one, and the murals on it told the story of Fengyuan crossing the ghosts. In the last painting, there were more than Fengyuan people on it.

— There are four people in total, except for Feng Yuan, the other three have only dark bodies.The man in the middle wears a crown on his head, holds a long sword in his hand, and has chains on his ankles. His brows and eyes seem to be drooping. The nobleness of his body and the cold and stern temperament blend together, which makes people feel happy when they look at it. The meaning of timid.

Another man on the right is holding a sky-shattering halberd. He has six arms, and his posture looks very casual, with long hair behind him. One of his hands seems to be holding a flagon.

And behind the three of them was a person, whose figure was hidden in a robe, with no gender or appearance.

Song Minhuan recognized that the one on the left was Feng Yuan, the one on the right with six arms should be Lan, the son of Dizang, and the one in the middle was Changle God of War.

So, who is the man in the tunic behind him?He had never heard that there were other people besides Feng Yuan and Gongzi Lan beside the God of War in Changle.

Or because he is not well-known, in the 3000 years of vicissitudes, he was gradually forgotten, and then he was not well known by the world.

Song Minhuan was still thinking, when someone poked his back with a sword, he turned his head, Zhuang Li withdrew his sword, and pointed to the Fengyuan statue in front of him.

"look up."

He looked along and found that there were countless large and small ravines on the statue, but the statue was carved deep and the ravines were shallow, so it was not very conspicuous.

"This is the Juling Pond." Zhuang Li stepped forward and put his hand on the statue, "—the spiritual energy of the whole mountain has been absorbed by the statue."

Hearing the words, Song Minhuan also reached out to touch the statue, and the moment he touched the cold stone sculpture, maybe it was his illusion, as if his forehead touched something soft and gentle.

It was as if a woman's fingertips were touching his forehead. He couldn't see the woman's face clearly, it was blurry, but he had an intuition that the woman's appearance was exquisite and exquisite.

— A gentle and clear female voice came from a long distance, as if it had spanned a thousand years, broke out in the silence, and gently brushed against his ear.

"My lord, is this your choice," the woman murmured, her voice gradually dissipating, "My child, there is the answer you want in the rock crevice on your right."

The voice disappeared, Song Minhuan opened his eyes, he looked up at the statue in front of him, Feng Yuan still lowered his eyes, his eyes were full of pity, looking down on everything in the world.

Song Minhuan subconsciously looked at the stone crevice on the right, and his eyes fell on the slightly protruding spot on the wall. Some kind of unbelievable thought popped up in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to lightly touch it.

With a "bang", a small object fell to the ground.Song Minhuan picked it up, it was a wooden figure.

It was exactly the same as the ones he had seen before. The sculptures were all of the silver-haired man in a tunic. The corners of the man's lips were hooked, and there were sun pattern eye patterns on the robe.

Song Minhuan frowned slightly, and turned the villain's face, only to see a complicated blood-colored pattern engraved on the back.

He was still holding the wooden figurine in his hand, and after seeing the patterns clearly, his body trembled and his back felt cold.

"Shan Shan." Zhuang Li called out to him.

Song Minhuan's heart was full of turmoil, and his face was full of disbelief. He didn't pay attention to Zhuang Li's address for a moment, his expression became serious, and his hand holding the wooden figurine was almost unsteady.

"We have to inform Master quickly that this formation pattern is the formation pattern of gathering spirits and reincarnating, it is an evil formation that disappeared hundreds of years ago... If my guess is correct, the one who destroyed the formation eye of the underground Chongguang City and in Fengyuan It should be the same person who made the spirit gathering pool on the statue."

"They want to use the vitality of the entire city...to revive Fengyuan."

At this moment, Song Minhuan suddenly realized the real purpose of the Twelve Nights Gate.Capture those monks and disciples, let all the great powers of the ghost world gather here, and all of their monks and disciples will come here to save people... These, they will all become the nutrients for the resurrection of Fengyuan.

The underground Chongguang City itself is guarded by a magic circle, and all the eyes of the formation are sealed, and it is connected to the soul-gathering reincarnation pool. The moment all the four city gates are closed, the soul-gathering reincarnation pool opens, and the vitality of this city will turn into spirits. The force is absorbed by the idol.

Three doors are now closed... and one more.

"It's really surprising." - A light and ethereal youthful voice came over, Song Minhuan looked up in a heart-warming way.

On the shoulder of the god statue Feng Yuan, sat a young man in a purple robe, with a lifelike picture of the heavenly demon on his cuffs.Shuozhou looked at them, his eyes curled up with a lazy smile.

"Who are you..." Shuozhou pressed his temples, "I just woke up these two days, my memory is not very good, Shen Yingxue's apprentice?"

Song Minhuan's fingertips were tense while holding the long sword. When Shuozhou came over, they didn't realize it at all. At this time, he and Zhuang Li had already realized the way of swordsmanship!

"I've been asleep for more than a thousand years, the world has changed a lot," Shuozhou stood up, jumped lightly, and jumped off the statue.

"However, since Changle's death, it's been the same. It's really boring."

Shuozhou has a charming face, his long hair is casually scattered on his side, there is a scar at the end of his eyes, his eyes look clear like a newborn baby, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a cruel killing intent hidden inside.

Combining innocence and cruelty, it is contrary to harmony but has a twisted harmony.

Shuozhou's eyes fell on Zhuang Li, "You have made great progress. If you don't have a teacher now, I don't mind taking you as an apprentice... You have something I like very much."

Is there any good thing that can be liked by the evil god?Zhuang Li remained expressionless and said indifferently, "I don't mind."

Song Minhuan stepped forward subconsciously, blocking Shuozhou's gaze.

Now that Shuozhou guards here, there is also the little wooden sculpture, which has already explained everything. They want to revive Fengyuan, probably because they want Fengyuan to be used by them.

"It's a pity," Shuozhou laughed, and a machete appeared in his hand, with an extremely thin blade and the same sun pattern eye pattern on it.

The deep purple coercion soaked out, filling the cave in an instant, Shuozhou's eyes faintly turned purple, with a strong killing intent inside, and the blade pointed in the direction of the two of them.

"Both of you, stay here today."

Shuozhou held the handle of the knife, "The higher-ups asked me to kill you. If you two can let me enjoy it, I would consider leaving a whole body for you two."

"If you can survive until that crazy woman Feng Yuan comes back to life, I will spare your life and let you go."

Song Minhuan heard the tone of this shameless man who thought he was generous, and couldn't help but want to beat him up.When Feng Yuan is revived, it will absorb the vitality of the entire city. They will die before Feng Yuan is revived, how can they wait until Feng Yuan is revived.

The long sword came out with a cold light, and with a "bang", Zhuang Li drew out the sword and stepped forward to face Shuozhou.

Zhuang Li's eyes were cold, "If I win, tell me the whereabouts of Situ Shen."

"Situ Shen?" A surprise flashed across Shuozhou's eyes, and then he seemed to suddenly understand something, his expression became agitated, and he laughed.

"That's how it is, that's how it is, no wonder you have such a strong killing intent on your body."

"Okay, if you win, I will tell you where he is now."

The silver-white sword light blended with the dark purple coercion, Zhuang Li possessed a fierce force, although he was downwind, he was able to move with ease, it seemed that it would not be easy for Shuozhou to hurt him.

Situ Shen?Song Minhuan wrote down the name, and he asked, "Xiaozhuang, can you do it alone?"

Zhuang Li: "You go find the eye, don't worry about me."

Song Minhuan also had the same intention, he took advantage of the chaos and swung a sword, the blade brushed against Shuozhou, cutting off a section of Shuozhou's hair.

There is a spirit-gathering reincarnation formation here, and it is too late to reach the fourth door, the best way is to destroy the formation and prevent this formation from forming.

Song Minhuan inserted the sword into the ground and injected spiritual power to sense the formation. He stood there for a while without feeling the existence of any formation.

How can this be?Could it be that the formation is not underground?

He looked up at the statue, there were countless small ravines on it, and he put his hand on it, as if he could feel the remaining spiritual power on it.

—There must be a formation...but he hasn't found it yet, maybe he missed some details.

Song Minhuan thought carefully, he was still holding the wooden figurine in his hand, and the back of the wooden figurine was the pattern.

Rubbing in his hand, he suddenly thought of something, took the long sword and jumped lightly, onto the shoulder of the god statue.

The deity is carved out of stone, so there is no backside.He pressed his sword against the wall and injected spiritual power into it. Before he could check it out, a burst of spiritual power suddenly ejected him.

Song Minhuan flew several meters away, he used his long sword to support his figure, and the tip of the sword drew a long mark on the ground.

He wanted to move forward, but found that he couldn't move for half a minute.

"But I haven't seen you in two days." Shuozhou smiled, "Your progress speed is really surprising."

The figures of the two of them kept changing, Zhuang Li became more and more courageous in the battle, his fighting spirit was stimulated, he advanced an inch, Shuozhou also followed, as if to tease him, deliberately released each time the cultivation base was only less than He is taller.

Zhuang Li wasn't distracted at all, the moment his long sword brushed Shuozhou's cheek, Shuozhou's eyes turned purple, he wiped his face with his hand, and let out a strange laugh.

"Boy, it's a pity not to kill you."

As Shuozhou said, the long knife in his hand suddenly exerted force, and easily lifted Zhuang Li's long sword away, and the blade touched Zhuang Li's neck.

"You don't want to know the whereabouts of Situ Shen," Shuo Zhou looked down at Zhuang Li, "I can tell you."

"We are looking for the descendants of Sinan's priest family. He said that even his descendants... even his only son, can be handed over to our master at will."

"Are you his clansman? Or are you the short-lived ghost son?" Shuozhou exerted a slight force on his hand, feeling the anger and hatred emanating from Zhuang Li, and he became excited.

"If you are really that short-lived ghost son, it would be a good thing for me to kill you. If you fall into our master's hands, he will let you know what life is better than death."

Zhuang Li was half-kneeling on the ground, he was half immobile under the coercion of Shuozhou, his eyes were full of thick and cold killing intent.Hearing the familiar name, anger welled up in his heart, wishing to smash that person's body to pieces.

He couldn't move his body, and when the anger surged, the spiritual energy in his whole body ran wildly and had nowhere to vent. Zhuang Li was forced to vomit out—blood.

Xiaozhuang!

Song Minhuan was stuck on the ground and couldn't move. He saw a patch of blood on Zhuang Li's lapel. If the knife on his neck was used too hard, Zhuang Li's head might fly out at any time.

At this time, he didn't have any formations, formation eyes, gates and soul-gathering reincarnation spells in his mind, and there was only one thought in his mind.

No, Xiaozhuang can't die...Stop Shuozhou!

At the critical moment, Song Minhuan looked at Zhuang Li's pale face, and a burst of strength burst out of his heart. He felt that all the muscles in his body were pained, and his whole body was burning. The pain made him grit his teeth involuntarily.

With a sound of "bang", the long sword quickly knocked away the knife in Shuozhou's hand. Song Minhuan broke free from the shackles, with a sweet voice, and before Zhuang Li had time to squeeze his body, Shuozhou came from behind. laughter.

"Impossible."

The coercion spread from behind, Song Minhuan used all his strength to avoid the knife with Zhuang Li, the black tip pierced his shoulder, and Yuehua's white robe was instantly soaked in blood.

At that moment, the talisman in the center of his forehead emitted a burst of white light, and then turned into ashes in the air.

Song Minhuan couldn't hold back any longer, and grabbed Zhuang Li's clothes with his fingertips so hard that it turned white, and coughed out a mouthful of deep red blood.

That smear of crimson fell to the ground, and Zhuang Li only saw the face of Senior Brother Cheap in front of him. Hot blood fell on his face. Except when his whole family was slaughtered, this was the second time he felt that red was It was so glaring, it felt as if my heart was being pulled hard.

Why help him block, why is he so weak?Why can't he protect the only person he cares about?

Very unwilling.

Zhuang Li's voice was sweet, and he was still a little choked up. He clenched his palms tightly and crushed the black iron sword in his hand.

He wants to become stronger, he can do whatever he wants, he wants to... protect this senior brother who only cares about him.

The author has something to say: —————

The first volume of Fengyuan is over, and the next is the story of the second volume "Ksitigarbha Gongzi Lan".Shen Yingxue's identity, why Song Minhuan was chosen to become an evil spirit, Xiaozhuang's choice, and the real existence of ghost king Ji Ye will all be revealed later~

Thank you little angels for your support, little angels, take a look at Xiao Chu's advance collection, please collect it!

"The White Moonlight of the Tyrannical Monarch [Transmigration Book]" by Chu Zhi

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Gong Wanqiu transmigrated into an ancient dog-blood novel, in which he was an unknown cannon fodder, and the whole story did not exceed three chapters.

The male protagonist in the book, Xie Zhao, was young and bumpy. He was bullied by the princes. He was betrayed several times and almost died several times.

Gong Wanqiu didn't want to get involved in the plot, occasionally seeing the male protagonist being bullied, she cast a sympathetic look, once or twice, in the end he couldn't bear it, so he occasionally helped him out.

Such a group, coming and going, one day he woke up from the bed, if he felt something was wrong, why did he help the bed?

……

Xie Zhao had a difficult life when he was young. He was exposed to the endless darkness, and his heart had already become equally dark and distorted.One day, a teenager appeared beside him, making him feel warm for the first time in his life.

He has a desire in his heart that is difficult to express, a dark heart that is difficult to express, and a heavy and filthy love that is difficult to express to the boy.

That person was the bright moon at the tip of his heart, who rescued him from the darkness and allowed him to see the light of the sky from now on.

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