The bright moon sits on the ground

The fight finally ended with the voice of the god to stop it.

The middle-aged man covered his bleeding nose, arched his body, gasped for breath, pressed his other hand between his eyebrows, then touched his throat, reluctantly performed the etiquette, his Adam's apple rolled, and squeezed out between his lips and teeth. A vague sentence came.

After listening to it a lot, Nie Qiu can also guess something from his syllables and body movements.

It was nothing more than an apology, and he faltered for a long time, with a frightened look on his face, afraid that the moody god in front of him would make a move.

Nie Qiu looked at the wooden box over and over, not letting go of any clues, but found no flaws. If it wasn't because of Chang Jinyu's matter, it would be difficult for him to see from this place that the deer noodles were taken away. who is the person.

It should be said,? Is he the one who made everyone in the righteous way shy away? Nie Qiu thought, come without a trace, go without a trace,? Chang Jinyu just took away the "key" they racked their brains to obtain, ? There is not even a trace of clues that can be pursued.

He closed the wooden box and retreated into the shadow of the statue, the expression on his face was covered again by the dense smoke.

"A year ago, did someone come here? Ask you about Kunlun?" Nie Qiu's face was cold. Huang Sheng,? "Does that person look the same as the messenger?"

Chang Jinyu was definitely not the one who handed them the antler mask, that's beyond doubt.

The reason why Nie Qiu asked this question was to induce the group of people to reveal the appearance of the Kunlun envoy.

"It's different." Huang Sheng looked at the blood-stained lips of the middle-aged man opening and closing, deliberated, and repeated his words, "That man is a swordsman, he always greets him with a smile, and is very talkative, but I always feel that he is very It's dangerous, and people in the village dare not approach him."

"And the envoy who handed over the antler mask to us seems to be very familiar with the surrounding area. Even without us leading the way, he can easily cross the mountains. Although the two of them are smiling, the envoy does not have that kind of dangerous look. Breath, he would come over occasionally, and the people in the village liked him very much—at least, that’s what my father’s generation told me.”

Nie Qiu asked: "Are you sure that the envoy is someone I sent?"

"That envoy... I hope that the gods don't mind my words. My father said that the envoy didn't look very serious, and his tone of voice was like that of an oily businessman or a swindling Taoist priest. He often disappeared in a flash, but , He will always help us at critical moments and settle everything for us. Up to now, the messenger has helped us many times with fairy arts."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he seemed to have remembered something, and turned around to have a low-pitched conversation with an old woman with gray hair.

With her scratched face on her face, the old woman took a few trembling steps, took out something from her bosom, held it in both hands, and handed it to Nie Qiu. With a hoarse voice, he said, "Please... Xianjun have a look."

Her official language is better than others, so Nie Qiu quickly understood what she meant.

The fairy in white clothes and wide sleeves brushed away the mist in front of his eyes, lowered his eyes, as if he was not interested in the things in the old woman's hands, but because she made a request, so the fairy gave a little bit of his eyes, lightly, towards her. Look with both hands.

Then, his fingers wrapped in the sleeves suddenly tightened, and his pupils contracted imperceptibly.

In those wrinkled and skinny palms, he carefully held a pile of round and smooth black stones.

Count them slightly, no more, no less, exactly eighteen, with a warm luster like jade, and they quietly looked at him.

Not only can it be described as "familiar", Nie Qiu once held the same stone in his palm, making it warm; he once pressed it under his fingertips, silently recited those jerky hexagrams, and moved in all directions I once watched it burst with my own eyes, the fragments were mixed with viscous blood, exuding a gloomy coldness under the candlelight in the middle of the night, pushing the trajectory of fate to another direction virtually.

"These stones were brought by the envoy. He said that he could use them to calculate the celestial phenomena. He is old and dull, and has not been able to understand it."

Nie Qiu turned his hands behind his back and pressed his palms down, trying to calm down the boiling emotions that were almost melting. However, every drop of blood on his body was hot, pulsating and beating under the flesh, prompting him to take those leftovers away. The details are picked up again.

He suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is that messenger named 'Xu Lang'?"

It just so happened that the eighteen stones were used for divination, and they had a peculiar texture, not the kind of ordinary stones that can be seen everywhere.

Yes, if you trace the source of those stones, you should start from Xiayan City, maybe earlier, from Qingchang Town, from the beginning of all stories, when the glib old Taoist saw himself for the first time , fate has long since passed away.

The old woman secretly glanced at Nie Qiu from the corner of her eye. Seeing that his eyes were dark, she didn't dare to look any further, so she just replied——

"The envoy did call himself 'Xu Lang', but in front of us, he used the name 'Langfeng Xianjun' more often."

The words recorded in the ancient books appeared in front of Nie Qiu again.

Kunlun Mountain has a triangle.

One corner of it is due north, and the brilliance of Qianchen is called Langfeng Peak.

One corner is due to the west, and it is called Xuanpu Hall.

One corner is due east, and it is called Kunlun Palace.

Langfeng Peak corresponds to Xu Lang, Xuanputang corresponds to Baixuan, so what about Kunlun?

Nie Qiu felt a dull pain between his brows, and everything he experienced suddenly turned into a shadow play manipulated by others.

At this moment, all clues point to Xu Lang, Bu's family, Qin's family, Qingchang Town, Xiayan City, and Xu Lang can be seen almost everywhere. development of things.

In Xiayan City, Xu Lang didn't even show up when Xie Mu was leaving, and Nie Qiu never heard from him again.

He came quietly and left quietly, seemingly not doing anything, but also as if everything had been done.

Nie Qiu had doubts about this strange old Taoist priest for a moment. However, when Kunlun appeared, when those strange myths appeared, he never connected those things with Xu Lang. It's just a Taoist who likes to be brave, likes to play tricks, does what he wants, has a prejudice against celestial masters, and knows a little bit of magic.

When Xu Lang completely disappeared from his sight, Nie Qiu suddenly realized that he knew almost nothing about Xu Lang.

All the clues pointed to Xu Lang, but Xu Lang flicked his long sleeves, glanced lazily, and then disappeared into the world.

As a fairy, why did he appear as a mortal, what is the significance of the things he did, where did he go and what did he do after leaving Xiayan City, and what Bu Chenrong saw Was it overturned because of him?

These questions may never be answered until Xu Lang is found.

However, the master-student relationship between Nie Qiu and Xu Lang was almost useless. He could not find Xu Lang by virtue of his "apprentice" status. The only remaining connection between them was on the eighteen black stones, but the stones It was completely destroyed that night.

Nie Qiu's eyes stayed on those stones for a long time, and the middle-aged man quickly discovered this detail.

He winked at the old woman, the old woman immediately understood, she lowered her figure, and said proactively: "If these stones are useful to the celestial lord, the celestial lord can take them, the old man can't understand the secret, It's just a waste of time to hold them."

Nie Qiu really wanted to ask how much this group of people knew about Xu Lang's whereabouts.

After thinking about it, after asking these words, they must have doubts in their hearts, after all, he has too many incoherent words.

If this group of people knew about Xu Lang's whereabouts, how could he, as a god, not know about it.

If this group of people didn't know about Xu Lang's whereabouts, then there was no need for Nie Qiu to ask.

So Nie Qiu didn't ask after all, and he didn't explain what he wanted those stones for. He raised his hand and took the stones from the old woman's hand. The familiar feeling sank into his palm, which made him inexplicably A sense of peace of mind.

"I want to stay here for a while longer." After Shenjun put away the stones, there was a clear intention of chasing visitors in his tone.

Losing the deer noodles made a big mistake. Not only did Baixuan Shenjun not get angry, he didn't even pursue it too much. The villagers who were trying to blame each other not long ago couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Hearing what he said, they couldn't wish more. Hastily backed out.

After making sure they left, Fang Qisheng and Huang Sheng, who were quietly hiding in the corner, came out.

Nie Qiu turned around and roughly explained to them: "Xu Lang is the master I recognized when I was in Xiayan City. He is the one who taught me the art of divination. We have never contacted since then, and neither have I." Know where he went."

The clues just stopped here. Fortunately, there are still 20 days before the opening of the Kunlun Cave, and they still have time to prepare.

Opening the key to Kunlun, Chang Jinyu brought in the antler mask. Nie Qiu thought, but thinking about it from another angle, the current situation is not as hopeless as it seems. If Bai Xuan really represents Xuanputang, if Xu Lang really represented Langfengding, so the key to unlocking Kunlun might not only be the deer face, but there are three things in total.

Perhaps Xu Lang had already quietly handed over the so-called key to him?

Nie Qiu's hands clenched tightly, and the smooth and cold stones squeezed and collided in his palm, making a crisp knocking sound.

Now the entrance to Kunlun has not yet appeared, and no one knows what that door looks like before the full moon.

If Xu Lang wanted to show up, he would naturally show up. If he didn't want to show up, even Tian Ling couldn't figure out his whereabouts.

And what they can do now, other than looking for clues like looking for a needle in a haystack, is to wait.

Waiting for the opening of the Kunlun Cave, waiting for Xu Lang to reveal his traces, waiting for all the clues to flow to the end of everything.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the cute winter solstice rockets and mines~