The bright moon sits on the ground

From Shenyun Pavilion to Nie's house, even if it is day and night, it will take at least five days.

Nie Qiu was seriously injured and was trapped at the bottom of the cliff. He began to find his way out when he recovered from his injuries. By the time he really left the towering Lianyun Mountain, a long time had passed.

When he was at the bottom of the cliff, he couldn't tell the time. He could only rely on the sunrise and moonset to judge that another day had passed.

Nie Qiu was in a hurry at first, and he wanted to leave here immediately, and return to Nie's house in the imperial city.

Later, he found that there was no point in being anxious. His body could not move, so he could only do nothing. He looked at the morning glow in the sky after sunrise, looked at the stars in the sky after the moon rose, listened to the rain when it was raining, and enjoyed the shade in sunny days.

In this way, a month passed quickly.

When the injury was almost healed, he groped a little bit, groping along the icy cliff with his palm, and left a mark on it.Shenyun Pavilion's bamboo forest formation is much more complicated than here,? No matter how unfamiliar it is, Nie Qiu will at least not lose his way in this kind of place.

And go and stop,? All the way down the stream, before going out of this place.

He couldn't help but insinuating around places where there were many people, asking other people for news about Shen Yunge.

However, Shenyun Pavilion is located in the mountains, blocked on all sides, even if outsiders come, they can only see the disciples guarding the gate outside the bamboo forest. Ordinary people don't even know what's going on inside, let alone go in.

Han Shan and the others deliberately blocked the news, and the Shenyun Pavilion was relatively closed, so after such a long time, the outside world has not heard the slightest bit of news, and the nearby residents only thought that there might be some kind of martial arts competition held inside, and everyone was busy. It was so late that he didn't show up for a long time... Shen Yunge did this occasionally.

No one knew that the green bamboo sea was already full of corpses.

Nie Qiu sat in the teahouse and listened for a while with lowered eyes.

When he left Lianyun Mountain, he took off the clothes with the Shenyun Pavilion logo on it, and only wore a thin layer of single clothes. The clothes were full of blood and mud that could not be washed clean, and even had holes.

When others looked at him, they only felt that this man was in a mess, his body was dirty, his hair was disheveled, and he couldn't even see his face clearly.

Nie Qiu didn't have any silver taels on him, and he didn't have any ornaments like jade pendants as collateral. The only valuable things on his body were the two knives - one of which was broken in two, and he wrapped it in the torn fabric.

So when he entered this teahouse, he just took a rest and asked the shopkeeper for two glasses of water.

The more difficult the situation and the longer the journey, the more clearly he can distinguish between memory and reality.

Perhaps Nie Qiu is still looking forward to the Nie family who is far away in the imperial city at this time. Although he doesn't know what to do in the future, what will happen to Shenyun Pavilion, and what will happen to him, but the world is so big now that he can But the only place he went was Nie's house.

Sometimes I ride in a well-meaning person's carriage, and sometimes I walk under the scorching sun, begging for water and food.

Pick wild fruits from the mountains and chew bitter grass roots.

Even though the injury was improving, the internal injury was still lurking in his body, staring at him intently.

Nie Qiu wanted to be a thug for others, or to perform as a performer, whatever, but the injuries all over his body prevented him from wielding a knife, and the wound on his back would still hurt in rainy days, making it difficult to breathe.

As for sending a letter to the Nie family, that is even more impossible.

How could the Nie family, as a family of merchants, receive letters from unknown sources.

He pulled his face down and did all the things he had never done or thought about in his life.

Only he refused to pawn the two knives tightly held in his arms.

The distance that was so close in the past has become so far away now.

Nie Qiu walked towards the imperial city intermittently for more than a month. During this time, the wound opened many times. Sometimes passers-by even sent him to the hospital, but the next day he woke up again. sneak away.

From the day when Shenyun Pavilion was destroyed to the day when he returned to the imperial city, a season has passed.

Winter was approaching, and the weather was extremely cold. Nie Qiu's clothes were thin, and he suffered from the cold. In addition to his body injuries, he had constant colds and fevers along the way. He seldom woke up and fell asleep more.

He sometimes felt that he might stop here, just die halfway in the winter.

However, I don't know if it was Nie Qiu's hard life, or because the other disciples of Shenyun Pavilion secretly blessed him, anyway, he held his breath and returned to the imperial city.

Approaching the Nie Mansion, Nie Qiu's calm heart suddenly started beating wildly.

He even felt that his eye sockets were a little wet, and the tears that hadn't flowed in several months swirled in his eye sockets, and they didn't fall for a long time.

No matter what happened along the way before, the rainy weather, the scorching sun, the wolves, tigers and leopards in the mountains, the thieves who coveted two long knives, the arrogant family who threw him out of the gate, picked him up from the side of the road. The kind-hearted man who took him to the medical clinic, the monk who knocked the wooden fish in the dilapidated temple did not look sideways, and pushed him the sour steamed buns in his hand... Everything in the past, Nie Qiu thought, was thrown away by him at this moment.

Nie Qiu hesitated at the door for a while, various thoughts flashed through his mind.

Fortunately he is still alive.

Shen Yunge is not considered to have no successors.

Master, Senior Sister, Wen Wu, Senior Brother Wen First, Senior Brother Wen Second, Senior Sister Wen Third, Senior Brother Wen Fourth, Master Wen Yunshui...

He escaped from the hands of the bandits and fell to the bottom of the cliff. The journey was full of difficulties and dangers, and all kinds of hardships were finally resolved by him.

Nie Qiu thought, if there are spirits in the world, let them take a look.

He wiped the dirt off his face with his dirty hands, went up the steps, and knocked on the knocker.

The concierge opened the door and looked at him vigilantly through the crack of the door, "Who is it? The Nie Mansion is not accepting guests now."

"I, Nie Qiu." Nie Qiu said slowly, with a dry voice, "The fourth son of the Nie family."

The young concierge didn't take it seriously at first, and said: "The fourth son of our Nie Mansion was born with a dignified appearance, with a phoenix and a dragon, like a banished fairy, how can you, a beggar, pretend to be it?"

Nie Qiu really didn't have the strength to argue with him, and he really didn't have anything to prove his identity.

He was confronting the blind concierge in front of him, and it happened that another older concierge came back from Xiaojie. Nie Qiu remembered his name, so he called him over to explain.

The man took a closer look and was startled: "Fourth Young Master, why do you look like this?"

Only then did the young concierge change his expression, he quickly opened the door, and a little embarrassed, turned around and called the manager.

Nie Qiu waited at the door without stepping in.

He hadn't been back to see this Nie Mansion for a long time, but the furnishings inside hadn't changed much.

The only strange thing is that the courtyard is very clean.

The manager hurried over, seeing Nie Qiu's distressed appearance, almost fainted from fright.

Nie Qiu waved his hand, stopped his follow-up preaching, and asked eagerly, "Where's father?"

"The master and wife went to Lingshan to see the snow a few days ago." The manager rubbed his temples, forced himself to concentrate, and asked half distressed and half worried, "Fourth son, what happened..."

He was only halfway through when he saw the eyes of the person in front of him turn cold.

There seems to be resentment, there seems to be sadness, there seems to be anger, and there is a trace of helplessness.

"How soon are they coming back?"

"Yue Mo will be back today."

"Okay." Nie Qiu silently put the two knives on the ground and sat down cross-legged, "I'll wait here."

"Hey, little ancestor!" The manager hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull him, "Change your clothes, go inside and wait!"

No matter how much he pulled, Nie Qiu refused to get up, and the manager didn't dare to use his strength. He wanted to call the guards for help, but when he glanced over, the group of people all lowered their heads, even the two porters looked up and pretended to look at the scenery .

The manager went to ask someone to prepare tea and water, and also prepared cushions. He was very busy, but he just didn't appreciate it.

In the past, he had seen the second son and the third son throwing tantrums, and even the eldest son and eldest lady, but he had never seen the fourth son who was adopted by Nie Chi half-way lose his temper. In his impression, he probably always She is gentle and introverted, she doesn't compete with others, and is very obedient.The manager boasted that he was experienced in dealing with this kind of thing, but when he really met Nie Qiu, he lost his mind. He never thought that the fourth son would be stubborn like this, and he would not accept softness and hardness.

Nie Qiu had no idea what the manager was thinking.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, asked the two porters to open the door a gap, and just looked out at the empty street outside.

Ordinary people would not dare to swagger and pass by the door of Nie Mansion.

He touched his arm lightly, and finally felt a sense of reality when he felt the familiar pain.

This wait is an afternoon.

It gets dark early in winter, and soon the night will cover the sky.

Nie Qiu dazedly fell asleep holding Hanshuangdao for a while, his head nodded, and finally sank suddenly, then woke up, he turned his head to look at the two porters who were also sitting on the ground with him, and asked Said: "Have they returned?"

The young one showed a troubled look, "Returning to the Fourth Young Master, not yet."

The manager circled around him a few times, and at the right time, he began to persuade: "Fourth Young Master, go ahead and have something to eat. It's so late, the master and the others may not come back until after dawn."

However, Nie Qiu just responded, but didn't move, and didn't say anything.

"What is it that is so important that you have to tell the master in person?" The manager was very anxious. If Nie Chi came back and saw this appearance, he would have to scold him like hell, "Fourth son, your body is important. What's the matter?" Later."

It's more important than his life.

It means more to him than anything in the world.

Nie Qiu pursed his lips, but did not answer the manager's words.

He traveled through wind and rain, from Shenyun Pavilion to Nie's Mansion, it took a whole season and several months, not for this.

But what exactly he wanted, Nie Qiu himself couldn't tell.

After hearing the manager's words "Go to Lingshan to see the snow", Nie Qiu felt his blood surge up, and he couldn't tell what it was like, but he just held his breath, unable to go up or down, and his chest was stuffy and painful.

There was scarlet blood in his dream and outside.

As for his adoptive parents and his brothers and sisters, in and out of their dreams, there was nothing but white, clean snow.

Nie Qiu thought, he wasn't really fighting with anyone, he was just disappointed in himself.

He lowered his head, propped himself up with the Hanshuang knife, and wanted to cry a little, but nothing flowed from his eye sockets.

Everything was gradually leaving him, and now he couldn't even cry bitterly.

Nie Qiu sat on the ground, the cold ground chilled his whole body, but he didn't notice it, he just looked at the lonely bright moon in the sky, and felt as if he was alone in the world, standing alone, with nothing to worry about. no one to rely on.

In the middle of the night, Nie Chi and his party finally came back.

Hearing that it was because the Second Young Master had a cough, he hurried back.

Even the young concierge was a little excited, he patted Nie Qiu lightly, and woke him up, "Master is back!"

He originally wanted to say, Fourth Young Master, you should get up, it's easy to catch cold on the ground.

It turned out that when Nie Qiu raised his head, his eyes were bright, like a few scattered stars in the dark night sky.

He was embarrassed to interrupt the inexplicable atmosphere, so he gave his hand and helped Nie Qiu up.

The fourth young master was in a mess, his clothes were tattered, his hair was disheveled, and only his peach eyes were staring at Nie Chi, who was at the front, "Father, I..."

The guard in front of Nie Chi cautiously moved the lantern over, illuminating the steps ahead and Nie Qiu standing at the door.

Patriarch Nie finally saw the person in front of him clearly, frowned, and asked, "What do you look like?"

The little concierge watched helplessly as the light in those eyes suddenly dimmed.

The fourth son's Adam's apple rolled up and down gently, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Go clean it up," Nie Chi reprimanded, "Have you forgotten all the etiquette I taught you in Shenyun Pavilion?"

Nie Qiu didn't say anything.

The manager felt that the situation was not good, and wanted to pass a step to Nie Qiu, so that he could take advantage of the situation. At this moment, the Cuju in the fifth son's hand fell out of his hand and rolled to Nie Qiu's feet. He got up and hit his right leg.

The fifth son was still young, so he didn't realize that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, so he subconsciously ran after the ball.

He bumped into Nie Qiu's arms suddenly, first he smelled a fishy sweet strange smell, and when he looked up, he was so frightened that he cried.

Those bottomless black eyes were colder and lifeless than the snow on Lingshan Mountain.

But there is only a pool of stagnant water left, and even the carrion jackdaws will not stay here any longer.

Nie Qiu stretched out his hand to push him away, resisting the pain from the tearing wound on his chest, picked up Hanshuang to drink the fire, stepped out of the door of Nie's house, passed by Nie Chi and others, and left without looking back.

His figure was unsteady, but his steps were firm.

However, that fragile body could not withstand such a long time of torture.

After taking two steps, he suddenly fell to the ground and passed out.