The bright moon sits on the ground

There are rustling sounds in Shenyun Pavilion, mixed with the shadow of sleeves when the breeze passes by the bamboo forest.

"If you want," Fang Qisheng looked at Nie Qiu and said, "How about marrying me before leaving Shenyun Pavilion?"

It was only at this time that he vaguely understood Nie Qiu's previous worries. The marriage came suddenly and sloppily. It inevitably seemed perfunctory, not to mention whether he cared. He had to first consider who the person he was going to marry into was What do you think.

Logically speaking, since the elders of both families are not here, some friends have to be invited as guests, such as Zhou Ru, Duan Que, An Picai, Huang Sheng, for example, Xiao Xueyang, Zhang Shuangbi , Qin Rongchong,? Wait,? More or less, I have to go through a formality, choose a good day and auspicious day, and worship the heaven and earth, and worship the high hall... However, Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu don't want to wait anymore.

Fang Qisheng also wanted to see Nie Qiu in a happy dress, the red dress should suit him very well.

Nie Qiu seldom wears ornaments on weekdays. In Fang Qisheng’s impression, there are not many. Nie Qiu wore complicated and luxurious clothes only a few times. At that time, he was still a high priest with a mirror hanging on his chest and a crown on his head. , with a winding white robe and a restrained expression, he stood quietly on the altar until the bright red blood poured down his neck, and the plain clothes were replaced with red clothes.

When he thought of this, he gradually realized that the only time he saw Nie Qiu wearing the "red dress" was actually the last side hidden deep in the end of his memory. Thinking about it this way, he regretted it a little, it's a pity that the marriage was so sloppy. It's settled.

Nie Qiu looked completely unfazed, he opened and closed his lips and teeth, and responded, "Okay."

Fang Qisheng pressed the center of his eyebrows, feeling a surge of regret. He couldn't help but sink his expression, and changed his words: "It's still too hasty. When everything is settled, we will invite all our relatives and friends to the wedding banquet. You how do you feel?"

"Just make up your mind." Nie Qiu was in a happy mood, with a smile on his face, and said, "The reason why I want to go back to Shenyun Pavilion with you is not only to propose marriage to you...cough, besides accepting your proposal, but also I want to take you to meet my master. However, before that, I still have some things to do, last time I came and left in a hurry, lost my mind, and couldn't take care of other etiquette."

When he said this, he paused for a moment, showing a shy expression.

"I don't intend to excuse myself, it's just that I was too selfish at that time, always thinking that if everything was restored to its original state, they would still be smiling and talking as I remembered, where I couldn't see them. He said, "After going through so many things, I also feel that what I did at that time was not respectful of my teacher. Instead of letting me fall into the quagmire of memories, it is better to erect graves and let them rest in peace. After all After so many years, all those who should go have gone, and I am the only one left in the world."

Fang Qisheng suddenly understood what Nie Qiu asked him on the way, "Is the Xuanwu Sect also together?" and what it was for.

After all, he let go of his knots and let go of those almost paranoid thoughts, wishing to let this Shenyun Pavilion return to the beginning.

Nie Qiu covered his face, exhaled slowly and long, his voice was also vague, and muttered to himself: "I have done too many stupid things, but fortunately there is still a remedy, I only hope that when I fall into hell , Master, they won’t blame me too much.”

It is impossible for everyone to personally experience what the other person has experienced, let alone experience the unforgettable feelings, just like he will never know how Nie Qiu survived those years, and Nie Qiu will never know how he saw the people around him. After everything is gone, how empty and lonely the Demon Cult's back mountain is, this is normal, he thought, and there is no need to empathize at this time.

They are not children anymore, and the problem cannot be solved by crying. Nie Qiu will not cry, and Fang Qisheng will not cry with him. The facts that have happened cannot be reversed. sorry.

So Fang Qisheng didn't make any comments on this, just like Nie Qiu wouldn't comment on what he did before.

He just patted Nie Qiu on the shoulder, pulled him out of his depressed mood, and said in his usual tone: "If you don't mind, I'll call Xuanwu in right now. Wear dark clothes?"

"It's better to say, I have to trouble them for a trip." Nie Qiu looked up at Fang Qisheng, his arms were hanging down, and the rope buckle on his sleeve robe lightly bumped against the frosty scabbard, "Shen Yunge There are not many people who say that there are too many, and there are not many who say that they are not too few. I alone cannot arrange their remains, so I think, at least the master and sisters, and the brothers and sisters under Master Wen's sect. I have to dig out a safe place for them myself... dark clothes, of course I bring them."

Okay, after finalizing the decision, the disciples of Xuanwumen were busy, and Nie Qiu also changed into black clothes, rolled up the cuffs to the crook of his arms, and found a few places suitable for enjoying the shade in Changdeng's yard, and Fang Qisheng took the shovel and went to shovel the soil.

That day, people in the nearby villages noticed that the bamboo forest, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly became alive and lively.

Like a charred deep jungle, green shoots are slowly growing after a wildfire and a heavy snowfall.

How long do we have to wait, three years, five years, ten years, maybe even longer, after a long wait, the mountain flowers will bloom all over the field, attracting birds and beasts, and the crystal clear stream is still flowing like it was decades ago, Turned into an eternal amber.

But at this time, at the end of the line of sight, a group of people who have added some vitality to this long-lost place actually seldom talk, and the occasional sound is just the rustling sound of shoveling up the soil , or two snakes suddenly sprang out of the mound, they did something else, the one stuck seven inches stuck seven inches, and the one who went to get the basket got the basket, it was really leisurely.

In the evening, after filling his stomach, Nie Qiu boiled hot water and cleaned up the room he used to live in. The wooden barrel was covered with moss, so it was really useless, so Fang Qisheng could only use it Wipe it down with a clean towel.

Taking advantage of the moon on the branches, in the dead of night, Fang Qisheng was also taking a bath, and there was no one around, so Nie Qiu went to the yard.

Deep and shallow pits have been dug under those trees, and the noise faded away in the night, like a little black cat waiting for an opportunity, with wide-open eyes, pupils connected into a thin line in the darkness, quietly Peeping at the figures in the courtyard.

Nie Qiu took out the prepared wine glass and poured the strong wine from the altar into the glass. The water rippled smartly, reflecting the cold moonlight, which was shattered by the shaking lines, and thousands of broken mirrors scattered around. His wrist sank down and landed on the table, without overturning the table, he steadily collected all the splashing water, and with a clatter, the water surface became quiet again.

"Master, you have also met Fang Qisheng." Nie Qiu lowered his voice and looked at the skeleton in front of him, who was not much bigger than himself. He didn't feel terrified, but chatted with him very familiarly, "Some words, I will speak in front of you." His face can't tell."

"I know, Master, that you have always disliked the ways of the Devil's Cult. It was not until many years after you passed away that I realized that you and Chang Jiaozhu are half-brothers. I remember those earnest warnings you gave me when you taught me before. , which also implies your regrets all the time." He shook the wine glass in his hand and said, "Unfortunately, I am not exempt from the secular world, and people cannot help themselves in this world, although Master has tried his best all his life to want Get rid of it, but I didn't expect it to end up like this in the end."

"Even if I ask now, do you regret it, do you not regret it, you can't answer me."

The air tonight is exceptionally good, with a fresh scent of grass and trees, brewed in the bright moonlight, it has a different flavor.

Nie Qiu felt that he was half drunk before drinking. He rested his chin with his palm and smiled softly: "But I don't regret it. I feel that I have always been reserved, but every time I meet Fang Qisheng, I lose my sense of proportion. Being fooled by him with just two or three words, I never thought about growing old with anyone before, but now I just hope to spend the rest of my life with him sooner.”

"Is the Devil's Cult absolutely evil, and the Righteous Way is the absolute good?" He said, "Master, I don't think so. Both the Devil's Cult and the Righteous Way are just names. The Devil's Cult has heinous villains, and even the Righteous Way also has hypocrites, isn't it? Is it? No one is purely good, and no one is purely evil. All living beings are like this. Where there is black, there is white. It cannot be generalized."

"Because I kill people, I'm a wicked person, and because I kill people from the Demon Cult, I'm a good person."

Nie Qiu sighed: "I've heard this kind of talk a lot, and I find it funny. It's just a different standpoint. How can we talk about good and evil?"

"No one's hands are absolutely clean. Since they are all covered with blood, there is no need to claim to be a substitute for the sky. Do the truth."

"I'm not trying to refute the Demon Sect. Master, I just want to say that I gradually have my own ideas, which are different from what you taught me. Maybe you will scold me, maybe you will think that I have grown up. Yes, After all, it has been so many years, and I am no longer the clumsy and stubborn kid I was back then, so...Master, you can rest assured."

"King Zhen'e has been thinking about you and Master Wen to this day. After a while, he will come to see you when he has time. Master, will you feel a little relieved after knowing it? It's not that he never forgives, but I can't save face, until now, he still regards you and Master Wen as friends, but it's a pity that he couldn't say it out loud, wasting those decades in vain."

Nie Qiu raised the wine glass, turned his wrist, and let the wine in the glass drip down the ground, wetting the soil into black. He raised his eyes to the silent audience and said softly: "Everyone here, Master or Senior sister, senior brother, or younger brother, all have chivalrous spirit and courage. I studied here when I was young, and I was often taken care of by you. Even though those few years were only a small and short part of my life, I should also cherish the next few decades. Time is used to remember your kindness, and it will not be easily forgotten."

The sound of the water in the house gradually died down, and the bright moon pushed aside the floating clouds, weaving the afterglow as clear as jade into bright lights.

He put the wine glass in his hand upside down on the table, like an oath, and said: "In the future, I will remember death with my life."