The moon is bright and the wind is clear

In the early morning of the second day, after saying goodbye to his master, Sikong Lang went down the mountain.

It was the time when spring was in full swing, Sikong Lang rode his horse and walked among the trees in the forest. He saw all kinds of flowers and plants vying for beauty, cool clouds and gentle breeze, and the fragrance of the soil. A school of leisurely contentment.

After walking for a day, in the evening, I stopped by a small river.As he approached the river, he picked up a handful of water and scrubbed his face slightly.At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the river surface, and the rippling river surface was also stained with the red of sunset glow.Sit quietly by the river for a while, thinking that it will be dark in a while, and you need to find a place to stay.Without thinking too much, he continued to ride his horse southward.

He was riding in the woods when he suddenly heard the sound of swords clashing in front of him, wondering if there were bandits nearby?

Then he drove his horse and hurried to the place where the sound came from.After not walking far, they saw a dense forest in front of them. Four or five people were already lying on the ground. Although they were all covered in black and masked, they were obviously silent.

When he got closer, he saw a man in purple clothes sitting in front of the big tree next to the dead body.The man was wearing a half silver mask, with long black hair and only a purple jade hairpin inlaid with gold on top of his head.Sikong Lang saw that the man in purple was covering his chest, his breathing was unsteady, his eyes were slightly closed, obviously he had suffered internal injuries.

Sikong Lang immediately got off his horse, and hurriedly walked up to him, wanting to go over and check the opponent's injuries.

"Young man, are you okay?"

The man in purple immediately opened his eyes when he heard someone's voice, and his eyes were suddenly alert.

Sikong Lang looked at the other person's eyes, knowing that the purple-clothed man obviously regarded him as one of the black-clothed men, so he said: "Don't worry, my lord, I don't mean anything malicious. It's just passing by here, and there seems to be something in the forest." The sound of fighting, so I came to check. I don't know these men in black."

The man in purple was still full of suspicion, looking at him vigilantly, without saying a word.

Sikong Lang said again: "Dare to ask my lord why these men in black hurt you."

The man in purple saw if he was indeed an accomplice of the man in black, so he said, "Does it have something to do with you?"

Sikong Lang paused for a moment, seeing that the purple-clothed man seemed unable to stand up, he said: "I see that the young master is seriously injured, please allow me to check the injury for the young master." After speaking, he wanted to go forward to feel the pulse of the purple-clothed man.

The purple-clothed man's eyes flashed, and when Sikong Lang approached, he suddenly threw a silver needle from his hand, which stabbed Sikong Lang's right wrist impartially.

Sikong Lang obviously didn't expect the man in purple to attack suddenly, although he tried his best to dodge, but the opponent's attack was so fast that he couldn't dodge at all.

"My lord, did I offend you? Why did I plot against you?" Sikong Lang was puzzled.

The purple-clothed man's eyes were clear, and he couldn't see any waves. He said, "You were injured by the plum blossom needle. If you don't have my antidote within seven days, you will lose an arm forever."

"Why? I have no grievances or enmities with you..." Sikong Lang didn't expect the man in purple to strike so fiercely.

"Because I have suffered internal injuries and I can no longer move my whole body. In order to prevent those dead men from coming to your door again, you must follow my orders in the next few days. As long as my skills recover, I will give you the antidote."

"My lord, you don't have to do this, even if you don't give me the silver needle, I will save you..." Sikong Lang smiled wryly.

Before Sikong Lang finished speaking, the man in purple said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, now, you have to put me in a safe place to prevent the enemy from attacking again. Otherwise, you and I will both die miserably."

Looking at the dead bodies on the ground, Sikong Lang knew the benefits and harms, without thinking too much, he helped the man in purple clothes on the ground and got on the horse together.

Sikong Lang placed the purple-clothed man in front of him, and he was behind him, supporting the purple-clothed man with one hand and holding the reins with the other, he pulled the horse back and galloped away.

Running all the way, the purple-clothed man who was on the horse was seriously injured and obviously felt unwell, panting heavily.

"How long will it be?"

Sikong Lang saw that his physical strength was a little weak, his body was on the verge of falling, obviously he was a little unsteady in sitting or standing.He wrapped his arms tightly around his chest.

The man in purple was shocked: "What are you doing?" He said while trying to break free from Sikong Lang's arm.

"Hey, don't move, otherwise you will fall."

"You... don't get too close to me, I want to get off my horse!"

"Now we are in the wilderness, we have to find a place to rest and recuperate."

Helplessly, the man in purple couldn't use his strength, he frowned bitterly, and could only let Sikong Lang hold his body tightly.

Finally seeing a ruined temple not far away, Sikong Lang helped the man in purple get off his horse.

The ruined temple is densely covered with cobwebs, and the surrounding area is also full of dust. There is a big Buddha in the center, which looks dilapidated because no one has worshiped it for many years.

Sikong Lang found a pile of hay and threw it on the ground, and carefully supported the man in purple to sit next to the wall.I picked up some dead branches outside, lit a fire, and finally the dilapidated temple was lit up.

"After a long day of tiring, I can finally rest my feet." Sikong Lang thumped his shoulder.

The man in purple looked at his relaxed look and said, "If I don't give you the antidote, your arm will be gone in seven days, aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? It's a day if you're afraid, and it's a day if you're not afraid..." Sikong Lang gnawed on his dry rations.

The man in purple snorted.

"Hey, do you want to eat?" Sikong Lang handed dry food to the man in purple.

"I don't eat such vulgar things."

"Hey, I don't know your name yet." Sikong Lang blinked at him.

"Why should I tell you."

"Anyway, I can be regarded as your savior. It's not too much to ask for a name."

"..." The man in purple turned his head away.

Seeing that the man in purple was ignoring him, Sikong Lang stopped talking and concentrated on eating the steamed buns.

The man in purple sat on the spot, closed his eyes, and began to breathe slowly.

After a while, the man in purple was able to move his body slowly.

So he practiced his exercises cross-legged, put his hands on his knees, and muttered something in his mouth.

Sikong Lang didn't notice the purple-clothed man's side at first, but after filling his stomach with wind and clouds, he saw that there seemed to be some black air coming out of the purple-clothed man's body.Can't help but sigh, the other party must be using kung fu to heal his injuries, but this kung fu method is very unique, I don't know where it came from.

After the man finished his exercise, Sikong Lang asked curiously: "Just now I saw your method of healing wounds and forcing poison, I don't know which sect's internal force you used. Is it... Daoxu? Qingcheng?"

The man in purple looked at him sideways, and said displeasedly, "Why, are you a disciple of these two sects?"

"Hey, I'm not a disciple of these two sects, but a senior disciple of the Xuanzong sect of their allied sect."

"Oh? You're actually a disciple of Baigen Mountain." The man in purple put away his breath and exhaled.

"That's right, my name is Sikong Lang, do you know me?"

The corner of the purple-clothed man's mouth twitched slightly, but because he was wearing a half mask, he couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Hey, why are you wearing a half mask?"

"Why did those men in black want to kill you?"

"I've already said my name, so we know each other."

"Also, you already know the identity of my Xuanzong sect's great disciple, so we are considered friends, and you haven't told me your name yet..."

"Shut up!" the man in purple shouted suddenly.

Sikong Lang stopped immediately, froze on the spot, wondering if he said something wrong just now.

"Mo Qi."

The man in purple threw this sentence and leaned against the wall to doze off.

"What?" Sikong Lang was full of suspicion, and after turning his head, he realized that the other party was saying his name.

"So your name is Mo Qi. Mo Qi...Mo Qi...Xiao Qi?...It sounds so nice." Sikong Lang muttered the name.

"Whoever allows you to call me Xiao Qi!"

Mo Qi yelled at Sikong Lang with his back turned, only to hear Sikong Lang calling him Xiaoqi, his face was covered with black lines under the mask.

They just met by chance, and this person called him so affectionately, so thick-skinned.

But when Sikong Lang called out this nickname, he immediately became emotional again, and the past flashed in his mind.

Xiaoqi... No one has called herself that for many years, right?