The bright moon sits on the ground

The news of Xuanwumen came? It was already ten days later.

Fang Qisheng happened to be not at the helm at this time. He specifically explained that if there is news from Kunlun, Xuanwumen can pass the news directly to Nie Qiu. After Nie Qiu received the news, he wrote a letter to Fang Qisheng A letter briefly mentioning the matter.

Seeing the snow-white pigeon flapping its wings and flying towards Qinglongmen deep in the desert, Nie Qiu secretly sighed.

Since the affairs of the Wen family are there, Fang Qisheng has been very busy recently, and has hardly returned to the main helm, while Nie Qiu stayed at the main helm to handle official affairs with Zhou Ru, who is the guardian of the left. Inside and outside,? Although the business is complicated,? But it can be handled in an orderly manner, so that there will be no mistakes.The Devil's Cult occasionally makes noise for a few days? It's also because of Duan Que's visit.

And the reason why they are so eager to deal with these long-pile official business? There is another reason.

When they were in Shenyun Pavilion, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng got married carelessly, using the sky as a curtain, using the ground as a banquet, using a light pot as a guest, using a grave as a high hall, and using a sword as a wishful thinking. Wearing red clothes, wearing white clothes, and wearing black clothes, they just worshiped the heaven and earth high hall. Originally, they said that they would hold the wedding banquet after the dust settled, but in the end, they were always disturbed by other things, and they dragged on until now.

If the delay continues, let alone Fang Qisheng, even Nie Qiu will feel a little guilty.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was that Zhou Ru knocked on the door one day, then swaggered into their bedroom, and happily handed the wedding invitation in his hand to Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng, saying that he and Duan Que Finally getting married... or something like that.

Zhou Ru and Duan Que are actually childhood sweethearts.

Duan Que's mother abandoned her husband and son, and her incompetent father drank heavily all day long, beating and scolding her at every turn.

Duan Quexu really didn't have any feelings for him, so when the jug swayed and knocked over the candlestick, Duan Que smelled the choking smell, woke up from the dream, and saw the flames, she didn't even Trying to wake up his father, there seemed to be bursts of heart-piercing wailing in the steaming flames, but Duan Que walked firmly and never looked back.

People coming and going shouted "the water is gone" and scooped up water to fight the fire, but Duan Que just stood there, watching coldly.

Most of the people were joining in the fun, pointing and pointing at her behind her back, and the gossip kept pouring into Duan Que's ears, but she didn't want to pay attention to it, only Zhou Ru, who was a few years older than her, came over and asked her what happened? Not afraid, he asked her if she was thirsty.

Boys of this age are mostly stubborn and lack empathy, and they will only laugh at other people's pain points. Duan Que has already seen a lot in this kind of family, so she just glanced at Zhou Zhou indifferently. Confucianism glanced at it and ignored it.

Of course, Duan Que's feelings are relatively indifferent, close to nothing. She didn't remember this matter until she was adopted by a family, saw the only son of that family with her own eyes, and was reminded by him. Get up, it seems that there is such a thing.

Zhou Ru's father, as the left protector of the Demon Sect, was not at home all the year round, but because of this, the gossip gradually became less and less.A few years later, Duan Que was half-baked with this family. If it weren't for a series of incidents that happened later, Duan Que chose to leave his hometown, and Zhou Ru happened to be selected as the next Zuo protector. longer.

As he grows older, Duan Que's appearance becomes more and more beautiful, but it is not hot and enthusiastic, but purely cold. At first glance, it is like drinking a sip of ice water. There is a biting chill, which is painful. , but unluckily delightful.

When he received the news that Duan Que had been kidnapped, Zhou Ru was with the people sent by the demon sect, discussing his going to the helm.

He rushed over in a hurry, pushed open the door frightenedly, and when he called out Duan Que's name, the bloody smell that hit his face made him breathless for a moment, and the scene inside the house, I am afraid no one present could understand it. Forget——Duan Que's hair is disheveled, his clothes are loose, and the accessories rolled off the bed. The man lying under her naked has no heaving chest, and there is a deep and long gash in his neck. Traces of biting can be seen, revealing the thick bones inside.

Zhou Ru turned around and closed the chaimen gently, blocking all those eyes with good intentions or malicious intent from the door.

It wasn't until Zhou Ru brushed Duan Que's messy long hair behind her ears that he realized that Duan Que was actually smiling. This was probably the first time he saw Duan Que smiling. An extremely bright smile, like a poppy.

He wiped the blood from Duan Que's lips with his cuff, called her name, and coaxed her to spit out the blood.

Duan Que stared blankly at Zhou Ru for a long time, her soul seemed to be pulled away, and Zhou Ru abruptly called her back, and refilled her body one by one. He gasped violently, coughed, and spat out all the blood-mixed flesh in his mouth, and Zhou Ru's only white robe completed its final duty in this way.

Afterwards, Zhou Ru was not able to stay with Duan Que for too long. After Chang Jinyu discussed with his father, he was asked to go to the helm now, so he had to let his mother take care of Duan Que for him, but when he asked Duan Que When Duan Que said goodbye, he said, I will be back soon, Duan Que just looked at him, his eyes were not filled with excitement, and after a while, she replied, I can't wait for you.

When Zhou Ru finally came back from the Devil's Cult, Duan Que had already gone far away. I heard from his mother that Duan Que also bid farewell not long after he left. She had indeed fulfilled her original promise. As if disappeared, there was no news.

When they met again, Zhou Ru was already the Left Protector of the Demon Sect, and Duan Que was already the head of the Drunken Huan Sect.

At that time, Duan Que did not show any eagerness, but was still so indifferent that bystanders thought that Zhou Ru was probably just a passer-by in her heart. Blood washed the whole door.

Oh, speaking of it, Fang Qisheng always felt that the head of the Zuihuan Sect had inexplicable hostility towards him at first.

Thinking back now, if the Demon Cult hadn't been in the way, there might not have been so many twists and turns between Zhou Ru and Duan Que.

In short, the word "finally" in Zhou Ru's mouth is actually quite appropriate, but it is not pleasant to the ears of Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng, especially after attending their wedding banquet, the feeling of depression emotions are stronger.

That's why Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng got busy, looking for a good day and auspicious day, and trying to solve those troublesome things within the next month.

Before Fang Qisheng left the helm, he had made a perfect plan. He had even considered that the news of Xuanwumen would reach Nie Qiu when he was not at the helm. Therefore, in fact, Fang Qisheng had already discussed with Nie Qiu. The formation dissipated, Nie Qiu wrote a letter to Fang Qisheng, and then went directly to Kunlun, each of them had important things to do, so there was no need to compromise for anyone.

So, Nie Qiu didn't hesitate too long, he told Zhou Ru about the matter, packed his luggage, and rode away.

Due to the disappearance of Kunlun and the collapse of the god statue, the status of "Xuanpu Immortal" is a burden to Nie Qiu. He went in silently.

The Xuanwu Sect deliberately concealed it, and the news that the formation had dissipated did not spread too far. The village was quiet and sparsely populated.

Nie Qiu stopped and walked along the slightly unfamiliar small path, scenes and scenes appeared in his mind, fleeting, and the road in front of him gradually became familiar, and even had a temperature that did not belong to night, warm and warm. , sank in his lower abdomen.

Shapeless white stones were piled up scattered among the weeds, without saying a word, as if determined to completely merge into the night, Nie Qiu flipped through the stones until he saw "Town Kunlun, Shouyulou" He didn't know what it was until he saw a word.

A kind of pain almost mourning came over unexpectedly. Standing in front of the ruins, Nie Qiu was speechless for a moment.

It wasn't until the soft, bright moonlight poured on his shoulders that Nie Qiu woke up like a dream. He moved his eyes away from the white stones that had no meaning after leaving the cellar, raised his eyes, and followed the traces of Silver line, looking at the vast sky.

I saw that the bright moon was full like a jade plate, so perfect that it was a bit unreal, and the stars became dim under the moonlight, like every full moon he had ever seen, no matter where he was, no matter what state of mind he was in, he looked up. Looking into the distance, the bright moon is still there.

Nie Qiu carefully put down the stone engraved with words in his hand, and let it return to this land of eternal tolerance.

He bypassed the white stones that blocked the road, followed the direction in his memory, and walked forward step by step. There was not even a sound of insects in his ears, and there was no whisper of evening wind. Everything was silent, and the world seemed to be slowly moving forward. Push him to another territory.

In the second half of the journey, Nie Qiu walked with his eyes closed. He didn't think about anything, letting his body drag his soul along as he walked.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and looked at the flat ground without any flaws under his feet.

The Sanhuyue imprint on the wrist that had been silent for a long time became hot at this moment, and the pain emerged, but Nie Qiu did not have the intention to retreat. Instead, he squatted down and let his wrist hang heavily to the ground, so that he could feel the pain more clearly. A long-lost pain.

This pain didn't last long, because, not long after, Nie Qiu saw a movement in the burn-like mark on his wrist. First, there was a layer of light blue light, which belonged to Immortal Sanqing. Pulled away from his wrist, it turned into a breeze and gently brushed across his cheek.Then, there was a light that was close to the moonlight, but colder and fiercer than the moonlight. This was the first time he saw the aura hidden in the three pots of moon, sliding down his fingers, melting into the soil bit by bit. inside.

The two rounds of the crescent moon that complement each other quietly faded away like this, just as silently as when it came.

The moment it completely disappeared, the soil surged to both sides, revealing the things hidden in the dark in front of Nie Qiu. It was supposed to be shown to the world.

Nie Qiu picked up the two things and looked at them quietly for a while under the bright moonlight.

The first thing is a mask, the whole body is scorched black, the antlers are like vines that grow wantonly, and the ends are sharp like the fangs of some kind of beast, with the precipitation of the distant and ancient time, it is heavy in the hand; and the other thing , it is a long knife, drawn out of the sheath, the light of the knife can still be seen, the place where the knife is broken, is tightly stitched, without a single crack, Nie Qiu still remembers how Chang Deng explained to him at that time, "The blade is like a polar knot. Frost is called Hanshuang; the light of the knife is like a burning fire, and it is called drinking fire."

Xu Lang's voice lingered in his ears through a layer of fog. However, Nie Qiu also remembered his expression when he said this this time. Xu Lang's eyes were dim at that time. Qiu's delusion, he always felt that Xu Lang was about to cry.

But he just smiled and said: "After I leave, if you really want to know that much, then come back here."

Is this the last thing you leave me?Nie Qiu unconsciously stroked the antler mask, thinking so.

Nie Qiu didn't hesitate for too long, and found a secluded place. After confirming that there was no danger, he put the Hanshuang and Yinhuo knives aside, took a deep breath, held the antler mask with both hands, and clicked. With a sound, it was put on the face again.

The snow-like chill was wrapped in the new wind, and after many days, he fell into a long dream again.