Immortals come on the moon

Chapter 123

carry him?The man was attacked by Hankui's wraith just now, what resistance can the low-level puppets have?Possibly more serious than his injury.

Song Minhuan shook his head, not sure if this person was trying to be brave or he was really okay, he said, "If you are injured, don't force yourself, the evil here has been cleaned up, I will rest here for a while, and I can leave later."

"I can put you in my storage bag, and take you back when my consciousness recovers."

"No need," the man realized that he was subconsciously offended again, let go of him, the red thread was wrapped around his wrist, and said to him, "I'm fine."

It was only the second day, and he completed the task in three days. The puppet man said it was all right, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The man led him out of the mansion, and the moment they stepped out of the mansion, the mansion behind them collapsed, and the walls and main hall were buried in it.

The bones of those resentful spirits were buried by stones and loess, and the enveloping resentment dissipated. Under the blue and white sunlight, he seemed to hear the whispers of people again.

Song Minhuan posted a Duhua Talisman. He couldn't see anything, but he seemed to be able to feel that there were many people in front of him. They were all Gongzi Lan's clansmen.

Silhouettes of all shapes and sizes thanked him and said goodbye to him.

"If I can see you again... may you be safe and happy."

"We're leaving...Little Master, thank you."

The whispers disappeared, and Song Minhuan felt that the surroundings were empty. He stood there for a long time, and the man was waiting beside him.

"Let's go."

Song Minhuan went back along the same road, and he and the puppet man met Gongzi Lan and Mu Yin at the gate of the city.

"It's quite fast," Gong Zilan said with surprise in his voice, "How did you get your legs?"

Song Minhuan heard that he was facing the direction of the puppet man, but he couldn't see it, so he didn't know what happened to the puppet man's legs.

"I met a powerful evil spirit," the man explained, and seemed unwilling to say more, so he didn't say anything more.

"Go back and let Mu Yin sew it on for you."

After saying this, Gong Zilan reached out and patted Song Minhuan's shoulder, "Boy, are you still standing still?"

He is really not very well, and his tendons still hurt.Gong Zilan patted like this, he almost lost his footing, stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the man's clothes, and there seemed to be fishy sweetness overflowing from his voice.

"What kind of evil did you encounter, and your whole body's spiritual power was exhausted, and your spiritual sense could no longer be used?"

Song Minhuan clenched the sword in his hand, slowly let go of the man he was holding, and replied flatly, "Hankui."

"We met many of your clansmen in the temple, and they were trapped there and became earth-bound spirits," Song Minhuan said, "He asked me to tell you that they don't blame you, it's all their own choice...they just want you to be well alive."

Gong Zilan originally wanted to say that their luck didn't seem to be very good, that they were able to meet Hankui in the city, and when he heard Song Minhuan's remaining words, his expression rarely became dazed.

"It's like this..." Gong Zilan looked at the distant sky, with a touch of loneliness in his eyes, and some unspeakable emotions, he soon smiled again, and his voice was much gentler than usual.

"I know all about it."

Soon Gong Zilan withdrew his emotions, and the voice continued to turn to Song Minhuan.

"Han Kui is a seventh-level evil, much higher than your cultivation base." Young Master Lan paused, then commented, "It's really not easy for you to kill it."

Song Minhuan did not comment on such comments. A large part of the reason why he won in the end was because of the words of the puppet man. The other party told him the location of Hankui's bones.

He destroyed Hankui's bones, so he could win.

If he only relies on himself, his spiritual consciousness will soon be exhausted, and he will be completely powerless at that time, and he may not be able to deal with Hankui.

Gong Zilan could see the young man's mind, he always gave a sweet date with a stick, and at this time he did not hesitate to make the young man more confident, and said: "Survival is strength, you don't have to question yourself."

"Although you are still very weak, you have made great progress."

"Let's go back first."

Saying so, Gong Zilan disappeared in place with a group of people.

Song Minhuan returned to the mountain, he tore off the silk from his eyes, and he was able to see things again.He blinked, and at this moment he could clearly see the puppet man's legs.

The man's left leg was completely broken from the knee, surrounded by a circle of cracks, exposing the white bone pillar inside, such a wound... because it is a puppet, it will not bleed, but it should be very painful.

Song Minhuan stared at the man's leg for a while and asked, "Does it need to be re-sewn?"

"Yeah, it's not easy to mend a puppet." Gong Zilan glanced at the man's leg and said, "It looks like it's useless, and I'll ask Mu Yin to help you make another leg later."

A few of them gathered together in the side courtyard, Feng Yuan and the three-eyed female ghost saw that they had returned, and told Gongzi Lan some outside news.

These two people don't go out on weekdays, so I don't know how they got the news from outside.

Song Minhuan was sitting next to Young Master Lan, he was touching the white silk, and when Young Master Lan was going to get some wine, he followed him.

In the yard, Mu Yin was carving the calf for the puppet man, the three-eyed female ghost was lying on the side watching, and Feng Yuan was drawing the magic spell.

A few leaves fell from the sycamore tree, and the evening wind blew towards him. Song Minhuan's tendons still ached. He planned to go to the cold spring later.

"Tell me something?" Gong Zilan opened the wine cellar, leaning on the wall with his fingertips, choosing which bottle to take.

Song Minhuan said directly, "That puppet... Did you really pick it up on the road?"

"Yes, I picked it up in Yingzhou," Gongzi Lan said casually, "What's the matter, what's wrong with him?"

"In the city, he was the one who told me the location of Hankui's bones. He seems to know a lot."

Song Minhuan also mentioned it inadvertently. He observed Gong Zilan's expression, but found nothing unusual in Gong Zilan's expression.

"The longer you live, the more you will understand." Young Master Lan chose a jug of wine, his eyes turned to the face of the young man opposite, with a half-smile on his face, "I see, do you doubt his identity?"

"You are not still imagining that your master will come to you, are you?"

"Boy, stop dreaming. Something has happened in the four major sects. It's hard for your master to spare. How can you find the time and energy to pretend to be a puppet and come close to you?"

Gong Zilan's voice was light and light, "Just practice hard, don't think about those things that are gone, the fate between the two of you is over, and you will be strangers from now on."

"Everyone has their own way to go. Don't think too much about him... Otherwise, you will be the one who loses in the end. I don't need to say the reason."

Song Minhuan stood where he was. He opened his mouth, feeling his chest was constricted and unable to speak.The puppet man took good care of him and gave him a very familiar feeling, which made him subconsciously think of Shen Yingxue.

Apart from that, there is another point, except for Shen Yingxue, he feels that there is no one else in the world who is willing to treat him well and care about him without asking for anything in return.

So... is it difficult for him to think about it?

When he met someone who was kind to him, he couldn't help but think of that person. Apart from that person, he didn't think anyone else would be willing to treat him well without reservation.

But what Gong Zilan said was indeed true, he shouldn't be distracted anymore, and it was enough to concentrate on improving his cultivation.

He suppressed the emotions in his heart and asked, "What happened to the four major sects?"

"Some elders in the Presbyterian Church have been controlled by evil spirits." Gong Zilan took out the wine jar and closed the wine cellar. "They haven't found out that it was evil spirits who died at Lanhua Peak. Shen Yingxue should die in a few days." It's over."

Song Minhuan really wanted to know how Shen Yingxue was doing now, he resisted the desire to ask, he couldn't further understand, the more he understood, the harder it would be for him to calm down and cultivate.

"I see." Song Minhuan said so, and he and Gongzi Lan went back to the side courtyard together, without saying anything else on the way.

Back in the side courtyard, the puppet man's eyes fell on him. He stared at his sword for a long time, listening to young master Lan and Feng Yuan talking about the evil they met in the city.

Young Master Lan said that he was unlucky, and in fact he had already left the easy ones for him to deal with. The evil spirits in the north and east of the city were even more powerful. Both Young Master Lan and Mu Yin encountered evil spirits from the eighth level up.

"The Earth Binding Spirit is a follower of Jun Yue Nu, and it took some effort to kill him."

"Where is Shanshan? I heard that you met Hankui in the city, are you injured?" Feng Yuan's tone was concerned, and the group all looked at him.

Song Minhuan raised her eyes when she heard the words, and shook her head, "I'm fine, it's just that my spiritual power is exhausted a bit, I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"It is true that you should rest for a few days, you are too stressed on weekdays," Feng Yuan said, "There is no need to go to practice swords these days, let's heal your injuries first."

Song Minhuan nodded. He patiently listened to the conversations of several people. When the moonlight was high, everyone dispersed, and he raised his sword and stood up.

He went to the cold spring, and the Yuehua white robe on his body fell off. When he took it off, he discovered that there was a hole in it, and he hadn't noticed it on the way.

He is not good at needlework, thinking of sending it to Feng Yuan for sewing later, he entered the cold spring.

The cold spring soaked his tendons, and he soaked in the cold spring for more than an hour. He didn't come out of the cold spring until he couldn't feel the burning sensation of his tendons at all.

In this way, he returned to his usual days of practicing swords. He recuperated from his internal injuries for three days, but he didn't see that puppet man in these three days.

No one told him where the puppet man had gone, and he didn't ask, the Taoist robe was handed over to Feng Yuan, and then the three-eyed ghost gave it to him.

He practiced sword during the day, and later the puppet man came back, and the man still picked sycamore branches in the forest while he practiced sword.He doesn't talk to the man, and the man is taciturn and doesn't talk much. He just reminds him to avoid bumping into things when he can't see him occasionally.

The three-eyed female ghost gave him the taoist robe, and took some red lotus-shaped candied fruit from his room. The candied fruit was made by Shen Yingxue, and he occasionally took out some.

"Don't take those—"

He lost his voice and could no longer see anyone, thinking that next time he must make it clear to the other party that if he wants to eat, he can do it, but he can't take what Shen Yingxue gave him.

Thinking this way, Song Minhuan put the Taoist robes into the cabinet, and at the moment when he was about to let go, he suddenly stopped again.

He remembered what he had seen in the illusion before, that Shen Yingxue would help him sew clothes at night, and with a ten-thousandth unwillingness to believe it, he took the Taoist robe out of the cabinet again.

The candlelight on the table was still on, and the Taoist robe seemed to still have the temperature of the fingertips of a sewing person.

The white lotus pattern Taoist robe was spread out, and the torn hole had been sewn up.Song Minhuan lifted the skirt of his shirt, revealing the mending marks on it. After seeing it clearly, he stood there for a long time without moving.

Under the dim candlelight, there were a few red lotuses on the belt of the Taoist robe, and the stitches were tightly stitched, exactly the same as what he saw in the illusion.The red lotus is still glowing, and every needle and thread seems to have a gentle meaning... But this time there is no heavy word next to it.

A drop of hot candle tears fell on the candlestick, Song Minhuan lowered his eyes and touched the red lotus with his fingertips.He stood there for a while, pushing the window open.

Not far from the window stood a familiar tall figure. The man leaned against the courtyard wall, as he had done countless nights before, keeping vigil for him outside the courtyard.

The author has something to say: The melted Yangchun Baixue never forgets the bird, looks for it in the world, goes around to find it, but now dare not go forward.