Immortals come on the moon

Chapter 127

During the daytime, he practiced sword, took an hour every day to soak in the cold spring, and went from his yard to Shitai every day, and then from Shitai to the yard where Feng Yuan and the others were.

Over the past few months, he can walk as easily as he did without the white silk, and his five senses have gradually become more acute, especially hearing and smell.

On this day, he went back to the yard as usual, and the puppet man disappeared again. He got the news from Gongzi Lan, knowing that something happened in the Xianmen Presbyterian Church, Shen Yingxue was too busy to get out.

He held a faint expectation in his heart, originally thought that Shen Yingxue would be able to come back in ten days and half a month, but he never waited for anyone.

Without the puppet man, the sycamore branches he chopped off every day were not cleaned up. After he finished his sword practice every day, he had an extra task to pick up the sycamore branches he chopped off by the way.

He will bring the sycamore branches he picked up to Mu Yin. Mu Yin has already carved many puppets. Those puppets are injected with red tassel oil, and the red gold-like liquid flows on their faces. Into the city.

"Do you want it to become a puppet city?" he asked.

Gong Zilan replied to him at the time, "Yes, puppets are no better than people, there will be no disputes and conflicts, and the city can be more lively."

A stack of paintings on the coffee table was covered with dust. Song Minhuan was standing by the window. He hadn't picked up a brush to draw for a long time.The above paintings were all of the same person. He flipped through the paintings, then slowly put them down again, and went to sleep on the bed.

He meditated for a while before going to bed, and now he sleeps for an hour a day, every time he feels like he just closes his eyes, then opens them again immediately, and the orchid incense in the room is completely burned out.

In my dreams, I can always dream of red lotus, Shen Yingxue's Yunshan sword, chess pieces engraved with red lotus, and the smiling man under the pear tree.

It passed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and sometimes he would dream of Xiaozhuang, Meng Qi, Hua Chongjin, and Xu Wanqin. I don't know what happened to them.

He stared at the pattern on the beam, got up from the bed, skillfully put on the lotus-pattern robe, and picked up the dusty long sword on the table. He felt that what he was wearing today seemed a little thin.

Their monks are usually not afraid of the cold. At first he was extremely afraid of the cold, but later he got used to soaking in the cold spring, but today he felt a little different.

The branches and leaves of the sycamore tree have all fallen since a month or two ago. He opened the window as if he felt it, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. The misty white snow covered the branches and eaves. Because he suddenly opened the window, there was some white snow. fell down.

The outside is covered with white snow, snowflakes are falling one after another, the breath between breaths becomes icy cold, and it seems that the breath of snowflakes and deep cold leaves can be smelled in front of the tip of the nose.

A red figure can be seen in the distance, the three-eyed female ghost doesn't know what to do in the snow, Feng Yuan said a few days ago that she likes to drink snow tea, maybe she wants to collect clean snow to make tea for Feng Yuan.

He went out with the sword, and when he closed the courtyard door, he felt a icy cold, the snowflakes melted on his fingertips, melted on his shoulders, some fell on his eyelashes, and the hair and eyelashes turned gray.

Eyes still covered with white silk, he went to the stone platform, put the scabbard in the snow, and began to practice swords like every day before.The silver blade seemed to be integrated with the heaven and the earth, the sword light gathered a cold light, the sword pattern on it appeared, and the pressure that was soaked out caused three layers of snow to fall on the surrounding sycamore trees.

Snowflakes fell rustlingly, and the boy's sideburns were blown behind him. He practiced the flying snow sword technique move by move in the snow.The young man's figure was startled, and he merged with the sword in his hand. In the direction pointed by the sword light, a ray of silver light pierced through the air.

The sycamore tree in front of him was chopped off in the middle, and with a bang, all the branches on it were separated, leaving only a few straight and deep sword marks.

He had chopped down a lot of this sycamore forest, and the flat ground in front of him looked a bit bare. He concentrated his spiritual energy on the sword, and pointed the long sword at the immobile boulder not far away.

Snow fell on the boulder, with a smear of white on the top, and a calm smoky color underneath, layer after layer, with many small traces on it.

Those marks were cut out by him before.

Thousands of spiritual powers were brewing on the tip of the sword, and at the moment the sword energy swung past, there was a slight sound of rubbing in front of him, and there was a long mark on the boulder that was longer than before.

Immediately afterwards, the long marks slowly cracked, and with a "bang", the whole boulder was divided into two halves from the middle. There was a sound during the cracking process, and the boulder shattered.

"That's right," Gongzi Lan's applause came from the side, Song Minhuan took off the white silk and saw Gongzi Lan and Mu Yin on the side.

"Whenever you think you can beat me, come and challenge me. I'll be waiting anytime." Gong Zilan conjured another stone on the spot. The huge stone was darker in color and bigger in size.

"Come back to me when you cut it in half."

Song Minhuan put away the sword, he understood, glanced at Mu Yin next to him, and asked, "He hasn't come back yet?"

"You mean Changle?" Gong Zilan grabbed a handful of snow that fell from the side, rolled it into a ball in his hand, and stuffed it into Mu Yin's clothes.

"He hasn't come back yet. After practicing the sword, remember to go there. Let's try the snow tea made by Fengyuan."

Mu Yin was frozen for a while, took out the snowball and put it in his palm, but he couldn't throw it, so he let the snowball melt in his hand.

"I see," Song Minhuan agreed, and he practiced sword for another three hours. He swept away the snow on the stone platform with his sword energy, and only picked up the scabbard and walked towards the side hall in the evening.

The black boots stepped on the snow, leaving a string of footprints. On the way, he smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms and stayed in place for a while before continuing to the side courtyard.

A short distance from the courtyard, Song Minhuan could smell the aroma of tea. Song Minhuan pushed open the door, a lamp was lit on the eaves, and there was a pattern of a three-eyed phoenix and kite painted in wax oil by someone who didn't know.

"Shanshan is here?" Feng Yuan just lit candles on the table, today they are in the hall, they are sitting not far away.

"You haven't even melted the snow on your body. It will snow for a few days. If you are tired, you can rest for a few days."

Feng Yuan was always worried about his body, he smiled and shook his head, "I'm fine, the snow on my body will dry up in a while."

He performed a spell casually, and his hair and clothes returned to their original state.

Gong Zilan was there talking with the three-eyed female ghost about how to choose clean snow, and Mu Yin was still carving puppets, this time carving a statue of Gong Zilan.

There were red plums in the snow tea, and Feng Yuan poured a cup of tea for each of them, "San San went to pick it up in the morning, and she also made the tea, how about you try it."

The three-eyed female ghost was not very happy, she took it for Feng Yuan and didn't want to give it to anyone else, but seeing Feng Yuan seemed very happy, she didn't say anything.

"It's not bad." Gong Zilan took a sip and boasted, "The craftsmanship is very good. There will be snow in two days. Will there be tea when it snows in the future?"

Feng Yuan smiled, "You can't let Sansan go every day, next time you want to drink, go get it yourself."

"I'm so busy, of course I let her go, it's okay for her to stay here every day."

Three-eyed female ghost: "What do you mean?"

"Don't quarrel, you two, it's hard to celebrate the solar terms. Today is the Lantern Festival, and I cooked red bean glutinous rice balls...Mu Yin, you go and serve it with me," Feng Yuan said with a smile, "After eating red bean glutinous rice balls, I will eat red bean glutinous rice balls every year in the future. All will be safe and happy."

"Where is this custom?" Gong Zilan raised his eyebrows, "I didn't know that red bean glutinous rice balls are also used for spiritual blessings, and they are usually not boiled with sugar filling."

"Red beans should not be given to us to relieve lovesickness. They are eaten during the Qiqiao Festival."

Gong Zilan spoke casually, "We don't have lovers here."

The porcelain bowl was brought out, inside was Bai Shengsheng's glutinous rice balls, still steaming, the soup was brewing under the candlelight, Feng Yuan brought him a bowl.

Song Minhuan stared at the red bean glutinous rice balls in the bowl for a while, then poked them with chopsticks, and the red bean filling came out, filled with a fragrant and sweet smell.

The candlelight shone, and the young master Lan and the three-eyed female ghost were arguing leisurely. Feng Yuan persuaded Mu Yin to concentrate on eating glutinous rice balls, and this corner of the courtyard was full of smoke and fire.

He finished a bowl of glutinous rice balls, each with red beans. After eating, he went back to the side courtyard by himself. He passed the puppet man's yard on the way, and stopped to stand outside the yard for a while.

There was no one in the yard, it was very deserted inside, the snow was covered with a thick layer, and the cold wind was blowing the doors and windows, but the man still didn't come back.

He returned to his own yard, and practiced swords and soaked in the cold spring every day. After three months, he chopped the boulder newly replaced by Gongzi Lan into two halves.

Gong Zilan fought with him, this time, he cut off Gong Zilan's four arms, and Gong Zilan asked him to follow Feng Yuan.

Winter passed and spring came again, half a year passed in the blink of an eye, the puppet man did not come back, he stopped in front of the opponent's yard from time to time, sometimes he would stand outside for a while after practicing the sword.

If that person is still there, he should be helping Mu Yin tidy up the sycamore branches, and the pear tree inside is blooming again. I don't know when the other person will come back.

It took another half a year, and he made a new breakthrough in the way of swordsmanship. While turning all things into swords, all things can be used by him, showing the strongest strength.

The soldiers on the sword patterns hold swords and shields, and the shields are engraved with patterns of swords and crowns.

While his cultivation was rapidly breaking through, the side effects on his body were also very obvious. Every time his cultivation advanced an inch, the pain he endured in the sea of ​​consciousness would become deeper.

He used to be so painful that he couldn't sleep for several days and nights, rolled on the bed in pain, clenched the long sword in his wrist and almost pierced his temple, and there was blood between his clenched lips and teeth.

A gentle figure came to mind, he clenched his fingertips suddenly, and slowly put down the sword again, his palms were bloody and bloody.

The long night became unbearable, and countless nights were stained with pale pain and scalding blood.

Three years later, when he could step out of here, Gong Zilan took him to the Masquerade Pavilion.

"You have no identity when you are outside, and now you go out again, the outside has undergone earth-shaking changes... You need to choose a new identity."

There are many masks hanging in front of him, including Chang Le, Feng Yuan, Gong Zi Lan that he is familiar with, Ji Ye, Shen Yingxue, the King of Ghosts of the Ten Temples... and Shengjun usurper.

The sage is overbearing, the most virtuous and the most benevolent, there are gullies and muddy dirt in his heart, but he has not violated his promise with his tribe from beginning to end, insists on following the way of Rulong, and has a mask that belongs to him.

Even though the heart under the mask is filthy and riddled with holes, he still faces people with a smiley mask on his face, with false kindness toward people.

He is different from Shengjun, but he also has the same place.

Also born in the mud, he insists on doing good from the bottom of his heart, even if it is filthy, he is still willing to approach the light and give alms to the light.

The thin white fingertips touched the mask of the sage, and the evil curse and the daffodil pattern were reflected under the eyelids. The young man melted into the darkness, and the daffodils bloomed at the end of his eyes, and those autumn eyes were shining brightly.

From then on, he was the new Holy King.

The author has something to say: the third volume is over, and the final volume of the fourth volume is next!Thank you little angels for your support~ If there is no accident in the future, there will be double updates~