The bright moon sits on the ground

The two watched the token fall and fell into the soft and warm bedding.

Nie Qiu was stunned for a moment, then squinted his eyes and laughed a few times. He gently rubbed Fang Qisheng's palm with his fingertips, feeling that there was a thick layer of calluses on his tiger's mouth, which was rubbed out with a sword hilt, "You What's the matter? Are you too sleepy?"

Fang Qisheng withdrew his hand unnaturally, and coughed softly to cover up his anxiety, "Maybe."

"Since you're tired, go to bed earlier."

Putting away the vermilion token, it happened that the waiter in the shop brought hot water, so Nie Qiu went to take a bath.

Fang Qisheng was left alone lying on his back on the bed in a daze.

After a while, he took the letter raft that was placed next to him. It was brought by Xuanwumen before. The words on it were densely packed. It roughly talked about the situation of the main rudder of the Demon Cult, and he also talked about how Ji Wanghe lost his temper... ...Fang Qisheng continued to look down from the place he saw last time, and watched for a stick of incense, but he never read the following words, his mind was full of other things.

In the same room, there was a slight sound of water coming from the other side of the screen. It was soft and soft, but hard to ignore.

How could it be possible to see it?

Fang Qisheng simply folded the letter raft, turned over and faced the inside, and then remembered the touch when Nie Qiu wiped his hair with his fingertips lightly touching the scalp, closed his eyes, let out a breath slowly, and remembered that The cold fragrance that was close at hand lingered in his nostrils for a long time, and he couldn't help it. He stood up and sat up, but the bright knife wound appeared in front of his eyes.

This is not a simple restlessness, it simply makes his heart beat irregular, and there is no room for him to think about other things.

His mind was already distracted to the point where Fang Qisheng felt restless.

When Nie Qiu put on clean clothes and came out from behind the screen wiping his hair, Fang Qisheng was still asleep.

The candle on the table was still on, and the flame hadn't gone out, but it wasn't too bright. It was warm and soft candlelight, which coated everything in the room with a light orange-yellow layer, and smoothed the edges and corners. Only the gentle arc remains.

At first Nie Qiu thought he was asleep, so he lightly blew out the candle, walked to the bed and took a look.

Fang Qisheng felt Nie Qiu's breath gradually approaching, and the cold fragrance in his hair had been washed away, replaced by another, lighter fragrance of soap, blowing towards his face.Then he stretched out his hand and picked up the folded letter raft next to the pillow. Although he was very careful, he inevitably made a slight noise—if Fang Qisheng really fell asleep, he might have woken up by now, but he actually He was pretending to be asleep, so he could only close his eyes and listen to the sound of Nie Qiu placing the raft on the wooden table and pressing it down with a heavy object.

Immediately afterwards, there was another sound of water. It was Nie Qiu who washed up hastily, and then poured out the water.

Perhaps it was because his hair hadn't dried completely, so he opened the curtains and leaned out deliberately when lying on the bed, leaving a large gap in the middle that was bigger than usual, and he could even squeeze in another adult. people.

Nie Qiu is usually used to sleeping on the outside, and today is no exception.

So, after waiting for a while, Fang Qisheng slowly opened his eyes. In the darkness, he vaguely saw that Nie Qiu was indeed with his back turned to him. It is dripping water.

It must still be wet, because he was afraid of waking himself up, his movements were light and small, and he didn't brush his hair for a long time.

Fang Qisheng couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch it, and it was still a little wet, but after a gust of wind, it became icy cold.

Nie Qiu was obviously taken aback, and quickly turned around to look at him, his peach blossom eyes became brighter in the dark night, "Are you awake? Did I wake you up?"

Fang Qisheng didn't speak up, neither admitting nor denying it, but just stroked the slippery tip of his hair after soaking in water.

"You haven't dried your hair yet," he said. "You used this to teach me a lesson before, but now you don't set an example?"

Nie Qiu first took a breath of cold air, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh out loud. Instead, he lowered his voice and replied softly, "I thought you were asleep...that's fine." I made a mistake, I admit it."

Stop laughing, it's really not good for sleep in the middle of the night.

Fang Qisheng's outstretched hand reached up to cover the lower half of his face, but also wanted to cover his eyes.

Smelling the familiar smell of cedar, Nie Qiu was stunned for a moment, blinked, and looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.

After covering his mouth, the sounds that came out were all "woo-woo", vague like the barking of a puppy, sticky and sweet. Fang Qisheng guessed that Nie Qiu wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but he still didn't let go.

After the smell of cedar, there is the unique herbaceous fragrance of sandalwood, and then the rusty smell when fighting with each other.

Nie Qiu felt that he couldn't smell it anymore, the smell was like a natural shackle, and he was used to it, so it was not easy for him to notice that he had fallen into a trap.

It's dangerous.

So he raised his hand and clasped Fang Qisheng's wrist, and it took him a while to move it away.

Breathing fresh air suddenly, Nie Qiu paused for a while before asking, "What's wrong?"

"I saw your back..." Fang Qisheng said, "May I ask?"

Of course you can ask, but it's better to say that Nie Qiu deliberately exposed the scar for Fang Qisheng to see.

It's just that he didn't expect that the time to tell the past would come so soon, he thought he had to wait until tomorrow.

"Yes, you can ask."

Nie Qiu looked into Fang Qisheng's eyes. In the dark night, he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, but felt it was very complicated.

"I promised you." He paused, then continued, "Since you can't sleep now, listen to me tell a story."

"your story?"

"You may think so."

Nie Qiu pondered for a few seconds, and was about to say that when he entered the Shenyun Pavilion when he was ten years old, Fang Qisheng put a finger on his lips.

No, it can't be said to be on it, because it didn't touch it at all.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it, I don't have to listen."

He quickly guessed that the "promise" that Nie Qiu said was referring to the Shenyun Pavilion that he had talked about in Xiayan City.

"What, obviously you want to ask." Nie Qiuche smiled thoroughly, with clear eyes, lightly pressed Fang Qisheng's hand, and then took advantage of the situation to put his hand on his wrist, "Many years have passed, I don't care anymore."

Nie Qiu never told anyone about Shen Yun Pavilion in detail.

That year, when he was at Nie's house that night, he probably wanted to tell Nie Chi.

But he didn't say it in the end, and he didn't bring it up again later.

Shen Yunge seems to have become a secret that he and himself have tacitly understood, and it will not be mentioned, and there is no need to mention it.

It's festered, scarred, and left marks are all there, and they can't be removed no matter what.

With no one to speak and no one to listen to, Nie Qiu slowly and carefully hid them all.

But he decided to tell Fang Qisheng.

Nie Qiu originally thought that this matter was very difficult for him to talk about, because it was not a pleasant thing to analyze himself to others, but after laughing just now, the depression in his chest seemed to have dissipated, and it was easy to say anything later. Speak up.

"I remember that it was Lixia at that time. When I was just ten years old, Nie Chi sent me to Shenyun Pavilion to learn martial arts. There is a bamboo forest formation in Shenyun Pavilion, and people inside need to lead the way to pass. The person who led me at that time That person is about the same age as me, his name is Wen Wu, he can be regarded as my senior brother, and sometimes I am his senior brother." He said, "Wen Wu mistakenly recognized me as a junior sister, and I was young and energetic, so I insisted on getting along with him. He tried it out, trying to let him know that no matter how I look at it, I should still be a boy..."

Fang Qisheng thought to himself, what kind of porcelain doll Nie Qiu must have looked like when he was ten years old.

He has never seen it before, and it is impossible to see it in the future. He can only guess the general appearance from the reaction of this man named Wen Wu.

Then there is Yin Qingqing, the senior sister with gentle eyebrows and eyes under the flowers on the branches; Master Chang Deng, who is smiling happily after being drunk under the moonlight and wants to give the Hanshuang knife to him; The thin crack left from bone to cheekbone; the scene where senior brother Wen Si fell silently in a pool of blood; The hand, the sad tears that fell were the farewell that Senior Sister Wen San said to him; all these things finally stayed in Wen Wu who returned to Shenyun Pavilion a few years later, who was like a phantom in the bamboo forest, who showed him the way. The body immediately faded away, leaving only the desperation in the mountains that was empty.

Fang Qisheng was silent for a long time after listening.

He asked Xuanwumen to investigate Shenyun Pavilion, but at most he knew that it had been destroyed, and where it was probably located. After a few years, the sect named Lingshanmen ended up exactly like Shenyun Pavilion ending.Whether it was done by the same person or a coincidence, the answer to the mystery has already been revealed at this time.

He never thought that the truth of the matter would be like this, nor did he think that the scar on Nie Qiu's back came from here.

When Nie Qiu recalled and confided, it was indeed as he said, it was relaxed, as if he didn't care anymore.

However, it is impossible not to care.

Fang Qisheng didn't remember the looks of his parents at all, but only regarded the master who adopted him as his father.After the news of Chang Jinyu's disappearance came, he searched for no one, and he didn't want to get drunk like Huang Sheng, and he was also responsible for the Demon Cult, and other forces were eyeing him, so he could only put all his painful and sad emotions Hidden in the bottom of my heart, rotten in my stomach.

Raising his eyes slightly, Nie Qiu just happened to look over after he finished speaking, and happened to be intertwined with Fang Qisheng's eyes.

After a while, it was Nie Qiu who first looked away. He might feel embarrassed, his eyes wandered and he didn't know where to put them.

Fang Qisheng sighed softly, long and slowly.

Nie Qiu's hand was still on his wrist, his body temperature was not hot, but warm and hot, his skin was pressed against each other, and he could clearly feel the other's pulse beating again and again, firm and powerful, slowly approaching the same frequency.

There was a soft rustle, the sound of rubbing against the quilt, which was especially obvious in the night.

The leader of the Demon Cult slowly turned his hands over, his fingers moved slightly, and the ten fingers intersected to clasp his right guardian.

He exerted a little strength, and his palms pressed even tighter. There was a moment of surprise and panic in Nie Qiu's eyes. He pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything. Looking at Fang Qisheng, he didn't break free. , just smiled at him.

Fang Qisheng didn't hold back, and touched the corner of his lips with the other hand.

"Don't always smile at people."

Nie Qiu was wondering when he heard the second half of his words.

On a dark night, the moonlight is covered by clouds, and the room is so dark that no light can penetrate, but when the eyes are familiar with the darkness, they can vaguely see the expression of the person in front of them at this moment.

Fang Qisheng's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, his voice seemed to tremble a little, but the expression on his face could be considered gentle.

"It's pretty deadly."