The bright moon sits on the ground

Before the stick of incense burned out, Fang Qisheng and the others withdrew from the cellar.

Of course, they used some means to "wake up" the middle-aged man. Under his drowsy gaze, they asked in an anxious tone, why did you suddenly pass out? The time for burning incense is almost here, so we left quickly.

Although the middle-aged man felt a dull pain in the back of his neck, when he saw the almost burnt incense, he still showed a look of panic.

He looked at the two outsiders in front of him suspiciously. He always felt that there was a sense of disobedience, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

However, the middle-aged man didn't say much, he turned around and led them outside, in a hurry, trying to get out of here before the last spark extinguished.

Wading through the water, the water in the cellar was bitingly cold, and the damp, cold breath covered up the strong incense.

Fang Qisheng observed the leading middle-aged man calmly. The anxiety on his face didn't seem to be faked,? It didn't seem like the kind of unfounded fairy tales that strictly followed the rules. It was more like he had seen it with his own eyes. What,? I have seen some people stay in front of the god statue for a long time regardless of dissuasion. After a stick of incense, the punishment will come as expected, which makes him feel frightened and scared.

He really wanted to know what the consequences would be, but trying recklessly without any clues was the most stupid thing to do.

Fang Qisheng tried to ask, the middle-aged man became more vigilant after fainting, and no longer trusted them. After hearing his question, he didn't look back, but just pretended to be deaf and dumb, and ignored his words. , ignore it completely.

It's a pity, Fang Qisheng thought, it seems that he can't get more from him for the time being.

After leaving the cellar, Fang Qisheng finally saw the sky again, and Fang Qisheng realized that it was almost evening at this time, the red glow like a fire was all over the sky, and the steep mountain peaks soaring into the clouds imprisoned the entire small village in a narrow deep pit. Looking up, What fills the whole field of vision is the kind of black splashed with ink, occasionally a few spots of bright red, it is the sunset glow that is bound by the peak.

Before seeing Nie Qiu, Fang Qisheng was not going to rush to the cellar again.

Not just because of the increasingly suspicious eyes of the locals, but because he has more important things to do now.

In the dead of night, guessing that Huang Sheng next door should have fallen asleep, and Xuanwu also went to arrange for other people to deliver the letter, Fang Qisheng sat up from the dilapidated and messy haystack, and tidied up his attire a bit.

His fingers stroked the slightly wrinkled skirt inch by inch, and took out the things in his arms, which were all bits and pieces. He never left letters, and he never let it have a chance to be used as a handle. Generally speaking, after reading the contents of the letter, Fang Qisheng would burn the letter-it was a good habit, but it is a bad habit for Fang Qisheng now.

However, this expected regret proves from the side that this body is indeed him, or what he used to be.

When Fang Qisheng was about to withdraw his hand, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He is used to being dressed in black, not because he likes it so much, but because it can easily blend into the night, and it is more convenient to do whatever he does. Even if it is stained with blood, it will soon be smudged by deep black, You can't see it unless you look carefully.

Among the dark and gloomy colors, that touch of bright color is particularly eye-catching, rushing into his sight.

Fang Qisheng rolled up his cuffs. On the leather wristband he used to keep the eagle on, now there was a winding red, right there, silently, silently and violently, wrapped around his wrist, even the end All were neatly tied with a knot.

Before that, he never believed that he would approach a person so innocently, without any malicious intentions.

I would rather let this shackle-like red thread stay on my wrist for a long time. What is the purpose of leaving such a bondage?

Also, is the person at the other end of the red line holding the key Nie Qiu?Thinking of this, he just felt absurd, and he couldn't understand that he and Nie Qiu, apart from the bloody smell when they met, there should be nothing superfluous, nor should they.

The world is like a chess game, and everyone in the world is a player in the game. For Fang Qisheng, there is no matter whether he likes it or not, only whether he can use it or not.

Fang Qisheng stretched out his hand to touch the red rope on his wrist, where his fingertips touched, it seemed that there was a flame flowing slowly, as if he had been burned by the hot air, he withdrew his hand suddenly, and everything in front of him suddenly disappeared. It became blurry, the red line was like a knife blade, with a sharp edge, piercing straight into his brow, and sliding down, he gradually felt the feeling of his ribs being cut, the pain was unbearable.

In the mist, he saw the stone bridge bustling with people, and the lanterns converging into the Milky Way, reflecting the sparks that burned up the night.

At the end of the line of sight, the man in white took the hexagonal lantern and turned around slowly. The night of stars and moon covered his clothes lightly, crumbling into floating light, reminiscent of the lights of fishing boats on both sides of the Qinhuai River. The ancient temple's vigorous bells fell into the sunset.

It was clearly covered by tulle, but Fang Qisheng could see the gentle smile in those eyes.

He approached, as if to say something, separated by a layer of memory, the words became fragmented and blurred.

Fang Qisheng didn't hear a word clearly, but his heart was like a ripe fruit with a sweet aroma, gradually rotting, the skin and flesh became muddy, leaving only an uneven core, which was washed by the rainstorm. In, trembling slightly.

They once strolled on the stone bridge in the dark night, secretly held hands and kissed in the crowded crowd.

However, separated by the four seasons sword box, separated by Hanshuang knife, separated by the gap that can never be crossed between good and evil.

Fang Qisheng thought it was a fake no matter how he looked at it.

Even if the heartbeat at that moment was not a fake, he only felt that it was an uncontrollable suffocation, stronger than the poison he had had to drink before, piercing through the heart and lungs, and gradually corroding the flesh and blood of his whole body.

What's more, this is not the Nie Qiu in his memory. The Nie Qiu in his memory is colder, more distant and polite, like a trapped beast that has completely closed its heart. It is incompatible with this world and cannot be eliminated no matter what. Clearance.

If you want to ask Fang Qisheng, when he was 19 years old, would he secretly kiss someone he liked, would he take the initiative to hold his hand.

Then, Fang Qisheng can only say that he has no way to answer this question.

When he was 19 years old, he struggled on the bed for a long time because of the recurrence of the legacy of the poison. Even the master of the Baihumen Gate had recovered, but he still cut his flesh and bloodletting—in the final analysis, it was because Shi Huang was too stubborn, so Fang Qi was born. As a last resort, he wrestled with him for a long time without hesitation, but the old disease relapsed.

In the end, Dian Dan, who is a doctor, couldn't bear it anymore, discussed with Fang Qisheng, and made the worst plan.

Filled with shame, Shi Huang went to Zuihuanmen as ordered and invited Duan Que over.

When Duan Que put the blood wine on the table, the bell tied to the wine gourd was pulled and shook, making a crisp sound, but it caused Fang Qi a headache. He vaguely heard Duan Que say, "You drink After that, I can’t quit again.” Fang Qisheng didn’t know whether she said this most sincere piece of advice because of Zhou Ru’s reasons, and there was no need to figure it out.

He knew that no matter people or things in this world, there are gains and losses, so he had already thought about all the consequences.

There is a burial mound on the back mountain of the Devil's religion, large and small, arranged in a mess, like scattered stars, located in any narrow and cramped place. When Fang Qisheng returned to the head of the Devil's religion, he was under the grape arbor His home has been chosen.

However, Fang Qisheng didn't think so much at that time, his head was dizzy, sweat slipped into his lips, and he couldn't taste the fishy and salty taste, he just felt that it was getting more and more difficult to breathe, so he waved his hand to Dian Dan to fetch the blood wine , After trying it, Shi Huang helped him up, leaned on the soft pillow behind his waist, pressed the wine gourd against his lips, tilted slightly, and poured it along the edge of his lips.

When swallowing it in the mouth, the senses all over the body suddenly became sharp. Although the smell of blood wine is very strong, it can't cover the pungent smell of blood. It tastes as smooth and sticky as moss, which is unbearable. I can't help feeling sick.

Fang Qisheng swallowed it reluctantly, and Dian Dan handed over a piece of candy, but he refused on the grounds that he "doesn't like sweets".

Duan Que looked at the side quietly for a long while, there was still no extra expression on her face, her eyes were empty, and after seeing Fang Qisheng drank the blood wine, she picked up the wine gourd with the newly engraved "Fang" , Said: "Every time the season turns, I will send someone to deliver the blood wine to the leader Fang in time. After two years, I will drink it once every two months. After two years, I will drink it once a month. It will become more and more frequent. The leader is a wise man, I believe you have also considered it in your heart, blood wine is not a life-saving medicine, but a deadly poison."

After finishing speaking, she nodded slightly, turned and left, just as straightforward as she came, and left without any regrets.

This is the year when he was 19 years old, Fang Qisheng thought, what kind of peace, what kind of heartbeat, has nothing to do with him.

The entangled red thread was hot for just a moment, and then it cooled down quickly and returned to calm. No matter how much he touched it, the lights of thousands of families could not appear before his eyes, and the one who carefully handed the hexagonal lantern into his hand Nie Qiu.

Fang Qisheng suddenly felt that this was just a big dream, whether it was those fragmentary memories, or his chest that had collapsed softly, whether it was Huang Sheng, Xuanwu, or Nie Qiu, it was just what he used to convince himself excuse.

The liking is fake, the right protector is fake, the closest relationship is fake, and the lanterns we have seen together are also fake.

But when he lowered his eyes to contemplate, the flickering candle in the lamp was reborn in his hands, illuminating the room, making the darkness invisible, and letting the black sword box in his hand reflect a layer of flames, the beast The golden patterns flowed and disappeared in the light.

Fang Qisheng has always been very sensitive to extra things. When he went to the cellar before, he didn't carry a weapon on him. Huang Sheng probably went back and forth a few times, so he got the approval of the villagers and allowed him to take the golden whip to the cellar as an exception. Meet the gods.

Now, after a little distraction, he found that there seemed to be something extra on his sword hilt.

To be precise, it was the sword named "Chi Lian". Because there was no suitable sword tassel, the hilt was always empty. As time passed, Fang Qisheng got used to it, so he stopped thinking about finding the sword tassel Go fasten this blue long sword.

As far as his eyes could see, there was a very familiar tassel tied to the hilt of the sword.

The light color, the clear and round beads, and the tassels are as flexible and soft as water. Even if Fang Qisheng didn't look at the words engraved on the beads, he could tell that it was Nie Qiu who had tied it to the Hanshuang knife for many years. The tassels of his ears never leave his body for almost a moment.

When he raised his hand to touch it, the cool tassels covered his fingertips, as soft as a kiss.

Gently, slowly, word by word, tell him in a low voice that this person's key is also in your hand.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-01?00：29：37～2021-02-03?23：14：25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: dong solstice? 1 piece;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!