Immortals come on the moon

Chapter 169

"Shan Shan..."

All the human races in the tunnel were rescued, and they were a little reluctant when they left, and they were extremely grateful to Changle and them.Some even made a promise to go to Changle Temple to worship in the future, and they are willing to believe in Changle in this life.

Changle treated them very gently, and asked the soldiers to send each of them back safely, told them how to get rid of the evil spirits, and bought silver taels for them to go back after a long journey.

After they finished their work, Song Minhuan had been standing outside the bronze door. He lowered his eyes and stared at his palm. There was a wound that was newly added today. Other than that, there was nothing else.

He looked at his smooth palm, stretched out his hand to touch it, and always felt that something was missing, like some wounds and calluses were missing.

There was a figure beside him, Changle stood in front of him, breaking the silence, "Shanshan, what are you thinking...but what happened in the tunnel?"

Song Minhuan withdrew his thoughts, raised his eyes, looked at the man in front of him, and stood up from where he was.

"It's nothing... Young Master Lan just told you about the evil curse?"

Chang Le nodded, "Someone is manipulating this matter behind the scenes, and I don't know who is behind the scenes for the time being."

"The people behind the scenes transferred the evil curse to the human race through the descendants of the gods. Those human races couldn't stand the evil curse, and they were all tortured to death by the evil curse."

"This method is indeed cruel, you don't have to worry, I will notify all ethnic groups, this kind of thing... will not happen again."

He nodded slightly, and Changle said that he didn't have to worry, the other party did things, and he really didn't need to worry about anything.

Gong Zilan prepared the crane horse in the distance, and the two of them got into the carriage together, followed by the rest of the soldiers, and they returned along the same road.

On the carriage, Gong Zilan opened his sleeves, and saw that the black spell on his wrist faded, and there were two crimson marks on it, which seemed to be eaten by the black spell.

"Your Highness, the evil curse on me is still like this, let alone other people... They should be in a hurry right now."

"They can push it to the human race," Chang Le said, "You should think about what price you will pay in the future."

"As the order continues, which family dares to use this sinister method to break the evil spell... We will kill them when we see them, and we will never forgive them lightly."

Gong Zilan laughed, "Your Highness, in this way, some neutral ones may tear themselves apart with us."

"They didn't intend to help the human race," Chang Le said with no expression on his face. "Keeping them is just to bury hidden dangers in the future."

"It's better to solve it earlier and save trouble."

They were talking, Song Minhuan looked out of the window, the forest was passing by in front of his eyes, the scenery was getting farther and farther away, they walked through the long yellow sand, and they didn't return the same way.

"This kid fought three games today, and won every game. It turned out that two tendons were broken... That's how it was in the tunnel. I don't know what happened."

"Hooked away by the Changsu tribe?" Gong Zilan thought of something, his eyes paused slightly, and he looked at Chang Le, and the two eyes met in midair for a moment.

At this moment, Changle understood what he meant.

Then the atmosphere in the carriage fell silent. They did not return to Yueyin that day, but passed by the town of the human race and stopped in the town.

The inspection in the town was very strict, each of them checked the token, and they rested in the town inn that day.

There were only two rooms left in the inn. Gong Zilan took the signboard of the room and left. There was another signboard in Song Minhuan's hand, and Song Minhuan held it with an obviously unwilling expression.

He was so obvious, Chang Le didn't say anything, the two went to the room together, I don't know if it was a coincidence, the room only had a small bed.

When Song Min was at leisure, he heard soldiers in the military camp tell a story about Zhan Hu. In the story book, it said that a lover lived in an inn by accident. He didn't know what would happen on the bed, and usually couldn't get out of bed the next day.

They all hope that such a thing will happen to themselves and their sweetheart. If it is the sweetheart, they will look forward to it with anxiety. If it is not for the sweetheart... then it would be really bad.

"It's okay in the room now, would you like to play a game of chess with me?"

Chang Le sat down at the coffee table by the window, on which there was a chessboard, black and white pieces were picked in, the other party's eyes fell on him, with a bit of expectation.

Song Minhuan's thoughts were interrupted, his eyes fell on the chessboard, he stood there for a while, and sat down opposite Changle.

He took the white pieces, Changle took the black pieces, the two sides played chess, and the black pieces went first.

"You are very unhappy today... but because you saw him in the tunnel?"

Song Minhuan paused with his fingertips, and he also gave Bai Zi, "I don't know what your Highness means."

Chang Le lowered his eyes, seeing that he didn't want to mention it, and didn't say anything, so he said softly: "I often hear people say that if you stay in a dream for a long time, you will not be able to distinguish reality from dreams. Many times, what you think is true is actually true. It's all fake... what you think is fake is actually true."

"It's so clear what's true and what's not... All we can do is to cherish the present moment."

The two of them played chess, Song Minhuan didn't know how good his chess skills were, but now it seems that he should be pretty good.

He placed the chess pieces around Heizi, and said casually: "What Your Highness said is naturally reasonable, no matter it is true or not, we need to live well."

"Shanshan, you know...that's not what I meant."

Song Minhuan didn't let go of his fingertips, his wrist was held by Chang Le, who looked at him with obvious emotion in his eyes.

"You should understand...understand what I'm trying to say."

The scorching temperature came from the skin, Song Minhuan pulled back Chang Le, he put down the chess piece, pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Your Highness has known me for a long time, you should know my temperament."

"If I believe in something, I won't change it."

He was stubborn, hit the south wall without looking back, walked all the way to the dark, and the people who believed in him would never let go no matter what.

"Your Highness, you have responsibilities and responsibilities. It seems that my existence...may have missed you."

Song Minhuan slowly withdrew her hand and raised her eyes, which were filled with indifference and loss.

Indifference is to treat Changle, but loss is to treat other things.

"Your Highness, rest early, don't think too much..." Song Minhuan put the chess pieces back in the bowl, "Tomorrow we have to hurry."

His voice was very soft, and the candlelight on the side fell on his eyes, casting a heavy shadow.

The tea poured on the coffee table is still not cold, and there is still more than half of it on the chessboard. The chess game has not been finished, and the person on the opposite side has disappeared.

There was only the man sitting alone in the room, the scent of tea wafted up, and the emotion in the man's eyes was unclear.

……

Song Minhuan left the inn, he probably won't be able to go back today.Although this town is small, it is also lively at night. He walked in the streets and alleys, and there were people shopping at the night market.

The lamps hang from the eaves, the streets and alleys are connected with the moat, and there are many lotus flowers blooming on the river, there are vendors selling river lamps on both sides, and there are also river lamps floating on the river.

All kinds of river lights gather together and shine in the night river, like stars dotted on it, and the fire is faintly visible.

I heard that the river lantern is for people to pray for blessings. The farther it floats, the more blessed it will be. If it floats to the end, it will be a smooth and worry-free life.

Song Minhuan was standing on the bridge, he saw many young girls buying river lanterns, and the one next to him was selling them, his eyes fell on a red lotus-shaped lotus lantern.

"Young Master, please take a look. There is only one red lotus lantern tonight. If you miss it, there will be none..."

Song Minhuan walked over, touched the petals of the red lotus, handed over the taels of silver in a mysterious way, and when he realized that the red lotus lantern was already in his hands.

Holding the red lotus lantern in his hand, he looked at the red lotus jade buckle on his neck, his eyes softened a little involuntarily.He thought about buying it, so he bought it. Holding it like this, he originally wanted to put it away, but he was a little bit reluctant.

As soon as he touched Honglian, he was reluctant to let go, and he moved cautiously, holding a red lotus lantern made of paper, avoiding the crowd, and whispering to himself.

"The red lotus is not difficult to see...why do I like it so much?"

"Did you give me the red lotus jade buckle? If not, I wouldn't be reluctant to take it off."

He was talking to himself like this, and he couldn't see anyone, but he thought that person should be by his side all the time.

Gong Zilan didn't lie to him, the man followed him all the time, turned into a ghost and refused to leave, and kept pestering him all the time.

The other party didn't disappear...it's just that he couldn't see the other party.

He comforted himself like this, walking through the crowd with the red lotus lantern in his arms, watching the fireworks in the distance, feeling a little confused.

If he can't go back to the inn today, where will he go next?

He didn't know where to go, so he followed the crowd. Places with a lot of people are always more lively. Today, many young masters and young ladies went to teahouses.

He also went in with him. He heard people talking about it on the way, so he realized that someone in the teahouse was presenting the script, so today it will be very lively, and many of them came to read the script.

In the barracks, he heard soldiers talk about many stories in the mortal world. Although the human race is in decline, the people's customs are very open, and masculinity is not prohibited among the people, and even women's mirrors... These are not uncommon.

Song Minhuan followed the crowd into the teahouse, found a seat in a corner and sat down, hugging his red lotus lantern, listening to the script on the stage.

This storybook seems to be a manly storybook. There are two men, one in black clothes and the other in white clothes.

The one in black is a fairy in the sky, and the one in white is a mortal boy.

"This story has been told eight hundred times, but it's just a young man in the mortal world who fell in love with a fairy in the sky..."

"Today's is different. I heard that today's is a sad book."

"It is rumored that a young man in the mortal world fell in love with a fairy in the sky, and they were in love with each other. Unfortunately, the young man was born with a disease... he could not live to be 20 years old. The fairy did not let go of the pain of the young man, so he exchanged his own fairy bone for the young man to recover."

The man sighed as he spoke, with pity in his tone, "Xianjun lost his fairy bones and became a mortal like a boy, and at the same time, he himself could not live for five years... Afterwards, the two met in the mortal world, and the fairy You don't want to delay the young man, but just follow behind him silently, he sees the young man looking for him, sees the young man sad, sees the young man marrying a wife and having children."

Song Minhuan was listening, and there was no need for others to tell the rest, the two young ladies on the stage had already performed.

After that, the two returned to strangers, and the young man gradually let go of Xianjun in his heart.As for Xianjun, he was limited by love in this life, and was delayed by youth for his whole life. Five years later, his soul flew away and scattered between heaven and earth.

The young man who played the role of Xianjun was wearing a black robe and a mask, and whispered the lines in the storybook.

"Baiyujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.

Immortals caress my top and endure longevity.

Mistakenly chasing worldly joy, quite poor reasoning and chaos.

96 Holy Monarch, floating clouds hang empty names..."

Song Minhuan stared blankly at the stage, he was still holding the red lotus lantern in his hand.The light outside the window was still bright, reflecting on his face, but it became blurry at this moment.

The players on the stage were still singing, and the teacup was steaming upwards. He looked down at his fingertips, and touched a piece of moisture with his hand.

The author has something to say: "The Baiyujing in the sky, the twelfth floor and five cities.

Immortals caress my top and endure longevity.

Mistakenly chasing worldly joy, quite poor reasoning and chaos.

96 Holy Monarch, floating clouds hang empty names..."

——Li Bai "After the chaos and separation, Tian Enliu Lang recalls the old travel books and presents Jiangxia Wei Taishou Liangzai"