The bright moon sits on the ground

In the dark night, there is a small boat galloping.

The wind on the river is actually not strong, and there is no boatman on the boat who works hard on poles. Only the bamboo strips on the boat can be heard crackling, as if something invisible is pushing it forward, flowing slowly The river separates two water waves, extends backwards, drags out a long tail sound, and crosses mountains and rivers - traveling thousands of miles a day,? It seems to be nothing more than an easy task.

Inside the boat, Bu Chenrong stared at the Vientiane map in front of him, frowned slightly, and fell into deep thought.

In order to determine the location of the mutation, she must take away the map of Vientiane, so,? Knock on the door of the old village chief in the middle of the night,? Explain the source, and entrust Bu Chenan to him,? Bu Chenrong only left bamboo knots and copper bells to Bu Chen'an.

When thinking of this, she remembered the flickering eyes of the village chief's sunken eye sockets, like candles flickering.

They all had something on their minds, and they all wanted to say something, but they didn't say it, and they knew that there was no need to say more.

Hesitating, chewing the words between his lips and teeth over and over again, finally, the village chief opened his mouth and only uttered one sentence.

"Okay," he said, "be careful in everything."

Bu Chenrong looked down at Bu Chen'an who was standing aside, his expression suddenly became sad.

Maybe he also understood that Bu Chenrong would not take him away.

Moreover, Bu Chenrong didn't say "wait for me" to him this time.

Bu Chenrong felt a soreness in her heart, she closed her eyes, and the words of farewell became poor, "Then, I will go first."

When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the small boat again. The candle in front of her eyes was flickering, and hot light fell on the map of Vientiane, which was purple in color. The raging fire.

The wind brought by the soul pushed the ship forward, the wind whimpered in my ears, and the copper bell on my body shook slightly, making a little sound.

Before, when Nie Qiu set foot on the Fengxue Mountain Range again, he revealed all the news he had heard in Zhen'e: remote villages, mysterious mountains called "Kunlun", all kinds of strange legends... If ordinary people heard , Maybe I think it's just raving.

But of course Bu Chenrong would not think that it was a lie fabricated by someone with a heart, because the hexagrams shown in the Vientiane map, the stars move and stay, the dragon and the snake rise from the land, the stars gather, and the four phases are overturned, according to common sense , which is absolutely impossible.

Continuing to push back the time, it was Nie Qiutuo's wasted words.

Through wasted retelling, Bu Chenrong learned about Tian Wanyan's almost prophetic remarks.

"Unknown gods are hidden in the dark, and only through the statues carved by devout believers can we see their true faces, which are not false, but real, a sharp edge that breaks falsehood, and destroys all obstacles that disturb memory. "

"There is more than one statue. Although they are all waiting quietly in the dark, you should know what this means."

"And you, Mr. Nie, it was you I saw in those sleepy dreams."

Afterwards, Nie Qiu went to the mountain range made of pitch-black rocks and saw the statue with his own eyes. It was indeed exactly the same in appearance as him. Except for a slight difference in expression, there was basically no difference.

As Tian Wanyan said, after Fang Qisheng saw the statue, he retrieved the memory of his previous life, and there was even a slight deviation, and he forgot the experience of this life for a short time. As time went by, he slowly remembered, Bring the memory back.

Later, Nie Qiu learned the method to open Kunlun, and also learned about Xu Lang's identity as a "messenger".

When the full moon was approaching, Nie Qiu felt slightly worried because he found that the Fire Drinking Knife he had placed in the Shenyun Pavilion had disappeared for no reason. location to infer Xu Lang's whereabouts.

Before that, Nie Qiu cautiously passed on Xu Hua's message, and Bu Chenrong understood that he wanted to confirm whether this matter was feasible.

And she faced the map of Vientiane, pondered for nearly two and a half days, and finally came to the conclusion that "yes".

After smoothing out his thoughts, Bu Chenrong took advantage of the opportunity to calculate a hexagram for Nie Qiu. The hexagram seemed normal. It seemed that he was not in danger, so he continued to calculate to where Nie Qiu was. At that time, she found that the hexagrams became ambiguous.

Although the hexagrams are vague, Bu Chenrong still has a conclusion in his mind. Nie Qiu has probably entered Kunlun smoothly at this time.

And Kunlun is located at the junction of the mortal world and the fairy world, so she can't figure out why, which is also what she expected.

Immediately afterwards, Bu Chenrong made another hexagram for Fang Qisheng, which was similar to Nie Qiu's, and she was not facing any unsolvable danger, but whenever she got to where she was, the hexagram image would become blurred, revealing everywhere. A sense of disobedience.

Her fingertips pushed the stars on the Vientiane map, and moved in the direction she expected.

It's four.Bu Chenrong thinks that there are at least four people, and the others do not exist in the laws of the world, so they cannot be calculated.

She knew that besides Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng, there were two other people in Kunlun.

As for which two people it is, it shouldn't be troublesome to figure it out, but Bu Chenrong didn't have the time to figure it out.

The copper bells are crisp and clear, echoing leisurely on the long river, not even waking up the fish in the water, but only adding a touch of silence to the night.

In the dead of night, only the sound of insects is left, which is very suitable for falling asleep.

Bu Chenrong vaguely remembered that he used to like to stay in bed, insisting that Uncle Zhong came to pick her up from the bed, the cold rain drifted into the room along the half-open window, and she was shivering from the cold, so she was willing to crawl obediently Get up, act coquettishly reluctantly, try to find an opportunity to be lazy, follow other senior sisters and brothers down the mountain to fly kites, and sneak to the downtown to buy those sweet and greasy preserves.

I don't know when it started, she seldom stays in bed, and there is not even much time left for rest.

Up to now, Bu Chenrong seldom sleeps. Even when she falls asleep, she only feels that her chest is empty when she wakes up. She used to dream about strange things, sometimes sweet dreams, sometimes nightmares. Now she doesn't even have a dream.

A widely circulated theory is that the soul will entrust dreams to people who were close, or friends, or relatives.

In the first few years, Bu Chenrong looked forward to the day when he could dream of other people. He let himself sleep in a daze, wasted a lot of time, took many detours, and broke down several times. Make sure the rumors are just rumors.

In the first half of her life, she was mediocre, no more talented than Bu Chenyuan and Bu Chenyuan, and no one in the world had heard of her name until the prosperity of the mansion was over, and a thick cobweb formed in this mansion. A heavy layer of dust had accumulated, and everyone else left one after another. Bu Chenrong, with tears in his eyes, forcibly used the past twenty years to make up for her lackluster talent.

Bu Chenrong thought, she is too dull, if it were anyone in the Bu family, maybe they would be more accomplished than her.

More than 20 years ago, she had never successfully summoned a soul silently—even Nie Qiu could do it 20 years later—until that accident, when the evil spirits returned, half of her face was torn off, and the copper was smashed into pieces. A fragment was embedded in Ling's hand, and she couldn't take it out. She could feel that she was connected to the copper bell in the dark, and when she said the word "recruiting ghosts" silently, she finally succeeded once.

People always think wildly in their spare time, so Bu Chenrong always tries to keep himself busy.

However, at least for this night, she leaned on the boat, looked at the gradually revealed stars in the night sky, let her thoughts run wild, those old yellowed memories emerged one after another, faded, like a drizzle, scattered on her eyes between.

Bu Chenrong took out a letter from his bosom, which was given to her by Nie Qiu at the beginning. It was filled with the words left by other people before leaving. It is not so much a letter as a thin sheet of paper. The paper, because I was in a hurry, the words were crooked.

With the flickering light of the candle lamp, she silently recited every word above in her heart.

"Chenrong, you have always been the little sister I worry about the most. When I was young, I rarely asked you for anything. Later, I was afraid that you would not be used to living alone in the future, so I became stricter with you... I know, I don't need to say, you also understand. You have always been my proud little sister, from the time you came to Bu's house until now, I still think so" - this is from Bu Chenyuan.

"I never blamed you, I always wanted to thank you for the novelties you brought me every time I came back, so many years have passed, it may have come too late, but I hope you don't criticize yourself"— — This is from Buchenyuan.

"I miss you as much as you miss me, but, Chenrong, after all, people have to look forward and don't have to look back" - this is what Bu Lingqing said.

"It's hard to say goodbye to Qiujiang, but tomorrow is Chang'an in Zhouchuan" - this belongs to Senior Brother Lian.

"You are always playful, you eat every meal, and you always like to kick the quilt when you sleep at night. Do you remember that when we were young, we slept together, and I could cover you with the quilt seven or eight times at night. Alas, you always I remember other people’s affairs, but I can’t remember my own affairs. You must remember these in the future, don’t be so careless”——this is from Senior Brother Yan.

"I'm sorry! It was indeed I who lost your favorite kite! I saw you cry for a long time, but I never dared to admit it. Later, Brother Lian took the blame for me and bought you a new kite, and the matter was settled. You never mentioned it again, but I still have it in my heart until now, I know that Junior Sister has always been broad-minded, so she will definitely forgive me, right" - this belongs to Senior Brother Xiaohe.

While thinking about it, Bu Chenrong realized that he was crying silently, and the hot tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, moistening his temples.

She didn't wipe away her tears, and let it trickle into the skirt of her clothes.

The boat swayed towards the distance, the water was gurgling, the wind was cold, and the copper bells were ringing. Bu Chenrong thought, how long will it take to arrive?

She gradually felt sleepy and fell into a long-lost dreamland.