Immortals come on the moon

The rain fell like a broken bead thread. Song Minhuan and Zhuang Li stood in the rain curtain. Neither of them made a move first. Their bodies were soaked, and a little mud splashed on their black boots.

"I know," Song Minhuan refused to budge, "but I can't let you pass."

Zhuang Li said in a low voice, "I know you won't let me pass by, but I don't want to hurt you, so get out of the way."

"Even if I don't kill him today, he doesn't have many days to live."

"He doesn't have many days to live", Song Minhuan's fingertips tightened slightly upon hearing these words, as if a needle had been pierced through his heart, and the tip of his heart was pierced with pain.

"Who did you listen to?" Song Minhuan looked at the familiar face in front of him, couldn't bear to speak harshly, and paused, "Jun Yuenu wants to deal with him, so he will naturally tell you that."

"Xiao Zhuang, our positions are different. No matter what, I can't let you go. If you want to kill him, first step over my corpse."

The two of them stood facing each other, and the lightning exploded in the sky with a bang, Zhuang Li's figure disappeared in place, and he quickly chased after him with his sword in hand.

The main hall was getting farther and farther behind them, Song Minhuan didn't dare to leave too far, he struck with the light of the sword in his hand, blocking Zhuang Li's way.

A piercing sword aura came out, but Zhuang Li didn't hide, the coercion spread in the air, a wound was drawn on his face by the sword aura, blood was seen on his skin in an instant.

Song Minhuan didn't expect that Zhuang Lizang would not dodge, he clenched his sword fingertips slightly, frowned and said, "What do you mean, why don't you dodge?"

He wanted to have a good fight with Zhuang Li and beat Zhuang Li back. If Zhuang Li kept doing this, it would really be meaningless.

Zhuang Li wiped his face with his fingertips, his eyes were dark in the night, he did not speak, the long sword was unsheathed a little, and the sword light reflected silver light in the rain.

The blades of the swords collided together, and the coercion seemed to tear the sky. Song Minhuan held the long sword, the silver-white sword light intertwined, and the surrounding vegetation was chopped into chaos by the sword light.

He quickly realized that Zhuang Li only avoided attacking him, and every time he made a sword move, he avoided his vital points, and he was not very willing to fight him at all.

"Xiao Zhuang, there's no need for you to do this," Song Minhuan said without expression on his face, "I won't show mercy to you if you're like this."

"At that time, you will be the only one who will be injured. If you fail to complete the task, you will be punished if you go back."

"And... you are not my opponent."

The sword pattern appeared from the long sword, and Song Minhuan pulled out a sword flower. His sword light was sharp, and he showed no mercy at all. Several wounds had appeared on Zhuang Li's body.

The black robe was cut open, and the dripping rainwater turned light red. Zhuang Li's long sword rested on the ground. Although he suffered many injuries, he was not in a panic.

Zhuang Li didn't know what he thought of, and said softly: "I stayed in the ghost city for three years... I killed three ninth-level monsters in exchange for a chance to meet you. The first time you stayed with Meng Qi in the Snow Sect Together, you were still disciples of the Immortal Sect at that time. The second time, you separated from Shen Yingxue in Rouzhao City and chose Gongzi Lan and the others. The third time, you became the holy king passed on by word of mouth in Wanle Ghost City."

He looked at the person opposite, still the same as he remembered, but there were too many insurmountable things between them, no matter how hard he approached, he still couldn't touch this person.

"I have suffered many injuries, my tongue was cut off in the ghost town, my limbs were cut off by ghosts, and I was almost turned into a human pig in the illusion. My arm was broken and then reattached, and my skin rotted and healed , the eyes rotted and regrown... After all this, I am where I am today."

"Many times I thought about giving up. At first, it was because I had unrevenge. Later, I always remembered that someone told me... I hope I can treat myself well, and I hope I can see things other than hatred."

"So I climbed out of the pain and mud again. There was a little ghost who brought me a bowl of water when I was injured. There was a ghost soldier who felt sorry for me and gave me medicine when I was imprisoned. There was a ghost from the ghost world. Support me. I can see your shadow in them."

Zhuang Li's voice is very soft. When he says these things now, his emotions are already very calm. All the pain and suffering are tempering, allowing him to grow continuously.

"At that time... when I met you, Shen Yingxue hadn't left the customs, and you followed me every day. It was obviously me who came first, but you always couldn't see me."

They have all changed. If it was still the old days, his cheap senior brother should be worried about his injuries and coax him to take medicine in a gentle voice, and he would not have the heart to hurt him.

He already had the answer in his heart, and he said it like this, but he was hurt and found it unbearable. The hard shell in his heart was opened, revealing the scarred inside.

He has always had a very low tolerance for this person. If others hurt him very much, he can ignore it and just go back next time.The people in front of him hurt him, and he felt that it was much harder to bear than the pain he had suffered.

"Now, for Shen Yingxue... you can also point your sword at me."

The pouring rain drenched his clothes, and he couldn't tell the difference between rain and blood.Song Minhuan held the sword in his hand. Hearing what Zhuang Li said, his fingertips tightened slightly, with some unspeakable emotions in his heart, and raindrops fell from his eyelashes.

"Xiao Zhuang, do you know... Master knows that you want to kill him, but he can't bear to do it to you."

"I teach you to be kind, never to let you only see my kindness, but to let you discover the good side of this world. Those who help you and support you, their kindness to you is precious, You shouldn't attribute it all to me...those were their choices, none of my business."

"Today is not aimed at you. Shen Yingxue is to me...more important than my own life. No matter who is here today, I will not let him pass, even if it is you."

"If you complain, then blame me. It was I who missed you in the first place. Let's settle it today."

He will not kill Zhuang Li, but Zhuang Li will be punished if he fails to complete the task and go back.

Song Minhuan walked up to Zhuang Li step by step, his black hair was wet, but his face was still clear, but the lines looked a little colder at this time, under the night, there was determination in those autumnal eyes.

"I never had any unreasonable thoughts about you...When I approached you, I always wanted to pull you up. I never thought that you would fall in love with me."

"Your love, I can't afford it, and I can't accept it. Whether it's the past, the present, or the future...it's all the same."

His voice is very soft, every word is cool and pleasant.

"Give me an eye... Today I have the right to pay you back half of your life, and we will settle the matter from now on, and we don't have to entangle you in the future."

Song Minhuan held Zhuang Li's wrist, the dagger in Zhuang Li's hand was the one he had thrown away before, with a lotus pattern carved by himself on it.

"Puff!" Zhuang Li wanted to move his wrist but couldn't move it. Only then did he feel that the opponent's cultivation was far above his own. The tip was stained with blood.

The blood was washed by the rain and reflected on Yuehua's white robe, which was incomparably dazzling. The dagger reflected silver light, and the young man opposite had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain.

The bloody dagger was slowly pulled out, Zhuang Li wanted to speak, but he felt as if the dagger had stabbed his heart together, his heart convulsed from the pain, but he was suppressed by the heavy coercion and couldn't speak, his voice changed It was difficult and obscure, and it was difficult to squeeze out a word for a long time.

"In this way... you can go back and do business."

The silver dagger fell to the ground, the moonlight was blocked by dark clouds, he couldn't move in place, he wanted to say "no", don't use this way, he never needed it.

He didn't want to hurt him, he would rather hurt himself than let Brother Cheap get hurt.

Lightning flashed across the clouds, and a thunder blasted beside his ears.The formation on the ground was faintly visible, and Zhuang Li's voice seemed to be soaked in blood. He looked at the opponent's figure in the rain, and his eyes were gradually blurred by the rain.

"Good..." Zhuang Li said the word with difficulty, he struggled and knelt on the ground, the side of his face was wet by the rain, and mud was splashed on his black robe.

He couldn't call out that "Shan Shan", the young man in the distance held his wound on his chest, his figure swayed, his back was cold and straight, and quickly disappeared in front of him.

The other party didn't turn his head back once.

Zhuang Li was struggling in the mud. He was restrained by the formation, and the mud on the ground was tightly clenched in his palms. His eyes were fixed on the back, and the heavy pressure fell on his back. He struggled to get up from the ground. stand up.

Before he could get up, a white light from the formation bound him again, and the figure was blurred in the rain, and he quickly disappeared.

The other party didn't kill him... because he was the junior he had single-handedly trained, and the one or two old feelings that remained in the past are all gone now.

After that, the two of them had nothing to do with each other anymore, and his senior brother finally walked out of his life.

Zhuang Li clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes were blurred, he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain, his lips and teeth were filled with the smell of blood, his internal organs were hurting, the heart hurt the most, the more he resisted, the greater the pressure heavier.

The formation seemed to tell him that the gap between them had become an insurmountable gap.

No matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to escape... Similarly, no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to get into that person's eyes again.

All his life... he was only worthy of struggling in the mud.

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Song Minhuan was used to getting hurt, his face was a little pale, when he heard Zhuang Li calling him behind him, he swayed for a while without turning his head.With his eyes downcast, he struggled to return to the familiar main hall amidst the rain.

Across the wall, he tore open his skirt under the eaves, and the skirt was dyed red. He hastily performed a healing technique, bandaged the wound himself, and sat down in the corner.

The lights were still on in the main hall, and now he didn't wear the red lotus jade buckle around his neck, so Shen Yingxue probably didn't know that he was outside or what Shen Yingxue was doing now.

He thought that he would go there to meet up with Gongzi Lan the next day, and if he was injured again like this, he would probably be scolded.He remembered again that tomorrow he could get the holy water...it could heal Shen Yingxue's injury.

It was raining outside, and it was colder than usual. He coughed in a low voice, the sword was propped up beside him, and the dusty sword was also stained with blood.

Covering his lips with his fingertips, he was worried that his movements would be noticed. He was still holding a sword in one hand, and he caught something out of the corner of his eyes, and his gaze paused slightly.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of a black robe with lotus patterns, and there was a figure in front of him.

Shen Yingxue looked down at him, her gaze fell on his red-dyed skirt, she didn't ask anything, but leaned over and picked him up, carrying him into the main hall as usual.

"Master..."

Song Minhuan wanted to break free, but he still held the sword in one hand, and he didn't dare to say anything when he met Shen Yingxue's indifferent eyes.

"I thought you were going to fight Zhuang Li. It was a real fight. It seems that I still overestimated you."

Shen Yingxue put her fingertips on his wound, the wound stopped bleeding, and healed little by little, the pain gradually disappeared.

"You can be soft-hearted to anyone... but you can never be soft-hearted to yourself."

Shen Yingxue looked very calm, with the candlelight shining on his face, he said softly: "Shanshan, you have heard the story of the emperor's usurpation."

He knew that Shen Yingxue actually wanted to blame him, he had naturally heard about it, but he didn't speak at this time, if he did, maybe Shen Yingxue would be even more angry.

"The sage king is one of the descendants of the gods. In his heart, he has resentment towards his tribe, mortals, and ancestors of the gods. Even if he has resentment, he still abides by his own good morality. Later, he was deceived, framed, and ended up with a He is very sick, but no one is grateful to him, and no one remembers his kindness."

"What do you think of the stories about the Holy King that are circulating in the world today...?"

"The world laughs at him for his hypocrisy, his stupidity, and his self-indulgence. You describe yourself as the reincarnated sage...how do you know how the world treats you?"

It is easy to think that many people would think that he will end up with the same end as the original transgression.

Shen Yingxue looked at him with downcast eyes, and said softly: "Master doesn't want you to do good things in this world, it's too hard and you will suffer a lot of injuries...Master only wants you to be safe and successful."

I would rather be an ordinary person in the world than the light of the world.

He only hoped that his youth would be carefree forever, not to be judged by rumors, not to be swayed by morality, not to be bound by responsibilities...to be a boy forever.

Just like the young people in the world, they don't have to shoulder the burden of the common people in the world. They only worry about tomorrow's eyes and don't have to bear the heavy pain and pain in this world.