The bright moon sits on the ground

Fang Qisheng sighed slowly.

He leaned back, half of his body was nestled into Nie Qiu's arms, and his head was resting on his shoulder.Because the distance is close enough, I can feel the temperature of the other party. It is very warm, but not too hot, and even the sound of the heartbeat becomes clear and audible.

Makes people feel at ease.

"Yes,? I'm a little scared." Fang Qisheng said, "Actually... I didn't want to be the leader of this demon cult."

Nie Qiu didn't say anything unnecessary, but just listened quietly, and answered twice from time to time, to show that he was listening.

Listen to the entanglement of his master's generation; listen to how he was murdered when he was nine years old; The feeling of being stained with blood for the first time in 12; listening to him secretly digging out Chang Jinyu’s hidden kite when he was 13 years old, and running happily and happily in the night’s sudden wind and drizzle; listening to his receiving Chang Jinyu’s kite After the news of Jin Yu's disappearance, he went to the high platform of the Devil's Cult to pick up Huang Sheng, who wanted to die drunk...

Then Nie Qiu thought, if they had known each other since childhood, it would be great.

Just before Chang Jinyu disappeared, before Fang Qisheng became the leader.

Hurry up before the Shenyun Pavilion is destroyed, and Nie Qiu's heart is ashamed.

At that time, the two of them should be the most authentic, the most open-minded and free-spirited, without any worries.

Fang Qisheng suddenly got interested in the middle of the night. He was going to fly a kite, so he could call Nie Qiu too. The two of them sneaked into Chang Jinyu's study room, and skillfully avoided all the traps, just to get a piece of paper. I was so happy after getting my little gadget,? Even though it was pitch black outside, I had to brave the wind and rain and run to the back mountain of the Demon Cult to fly a kite.

Every time Nie Qiu met the servant of Nie's family, he held a bag of sweets, feeling distressed, and walked around the layers of bamboo formations, the green color faded, and he could see Fang Qisheng sitting under a tree full of flowers, Seeing him coming back, with bright eyes, he called him "senior brother", stretched out his hand and asked him for those sweet sweets, Wen Wu and Wen Er who came in a hurry saw him, and rushed over to grab him...

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

He already considered himself lucky enough.

Fortunately, he lived a new life, met someone he liked, and made close friends.

Now every time Nie Qiu thinks back to the few conversations he had with Fang Qisheng in his last life, he can't help but feel regretful and sad. If he could leave the right way earlier, leave all his identities behind, and have a frank talk with Fang Qisheng, maybe everything will be different.

It is really not worthwhile to lose what you have because of unnecessary concealment.

He embraced Fang Qisheng, turned his face sideways, and rubbed his lips gently against his temples, not intending to kiss, but just sticking to the warm skin, the shattered hair growing there was unexpectedly soft, making people tickle .

Fang Qisheng felt itchy, and while laughing, couldn't help raising his hand to push Nie Qiu, and asked him, "Do you want to kiss?"

It was already night, and they sat on the edge of the bed while they were talking. The dark bed curtain was piled up at the corner of the bed, and then slid down along the edge, barely a few inches away from the ground. They were silent and gentle. Silent again, waiting to be torn off, blocking the bright spring on the bed - Fang Qisheng felt that he was thinking too much.

After all, Nie Qiu didn't seem to have that meaning at all.

Fang Qisheng was relieved after talking about it just now, and what he said was from the bottom of his heart. Fang Qisheng finally understood why Nie Qiu was a little nervous the night he told about Shenyun Pavilion's past.

Even if he changed, he would still be nervous.

After all, this is to tell the most true and thorough side of oneself, and I am afraid that the other party will not accept this kindness.

The weather, location, people and harmony are all in place, and the atmosphere is just right. It is really unreasonable not to do something.

As a result, Nie Qiu's face was upright, showing innocence and no evil thoughts in his heart.

So Fang Qisheng had no choice but to ask "Do you want to kiss or not" first.

Then, Nie Qiu really followed what he said, leaned over and gave a light kiss, and quickly backed away, not wanting to do more in-depth things, with a trace of hesitation on his face and a dignified expression, he said: "Shengsheng, I I want to tell you something."

Fang Qisheng barely restrained his anger and asked him: "How important is it? Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

Nie Qiu was stunned, "Do you have anything to do later? I thought you had time now."

The leader of the Demon Cult was choked up by his words, and really couldn't think of how to answer him.

Okay, okay, Nie Qiu, we have a long way to go.

Then let me hear how important you have to say.

If what you say is more important than spring night is short, see how I deal with you.

After tidying up his emotions, Fang Qisheng put all those small thoughts behind him and said, "What are you going to tell me?"

"Actually... until just now, I was still hesitating whether to tell you or not." Nie Qiu let go of Fang Qisheng's hand, folded his hands on his knees, sat upright, without a smile on his face, looked carefully, maybe It's more of a worry, "What I'm going to say next is so bizarre that you might think I'm joking with you, but it really happened."

He said: "Fang Qisheng, I have lived for 24 years, and my age this year should be 24, not twenty."

Seeing Fang Qisheng's dazed look, Nie Qiu explained: "The thing is like this. When I was 24 years old, I died under Qi Qianyuan's hands when I was invited to Xiantai to hold a ceremony to worship heaven. Then I fell into a dilemma. In the dark, when I regained consciousness again, I found that I had returned to four years ago, lying in the Wangshan Inn, and was preparing to return to Nie's house the next day."

"In other words, I am back to the year I was 20 years old."

Fang Qisheng was a little dizzy, "Wait, according to what you said, the one who stopped the assassin sent by Ji Wanghe that night..."

"It's me four years later, that is, the me I'm talking to you now." Nie Qiu said, "Originally, the me four years ago didn't notice the assassin, and I didn't help. I met you on the carriage and said almost the same thing, and then I went back to the imperial city, back to Nie's house, to prepare for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven in a month's time, and I will part ways with you from then on."

"Honestly, I'd love to believe what you're saying, but you've got to give me some evidence."

Although Fang Qisheng said so, he didn't believe it much in his heart-it's not that he didn't believe Nie Qiu, just based on Nie Qiu's serious expression, people who knew him a little knew that he was not joking, but Fang Qisheng really There is no way to imagine that such a thing would happen in the world, he is a person who does not believe in such things as heaven and magic.

Nie Qiu thought for a while, and his expression suddenly became a little strange, "Suppose, suppose you have a righteous enemy who hates you deeply, but because the two of you have similar strengths and identities, you have never been able to solve each other. It just so happens that his His appearance is quite outstanding. It just so happens that many people think that because of his appearance, his reputation and status are obtained by... some unspeakable means. Will you spread the news of Xuanwu Gatekeeper more widely? So that he can completely discredit him?"

Now that he said so, Fang Qisheng thought about it seriously, and felt that it was possible for him to do so.

This trick was learned from Chang Jinyu before, and it works very well. After all, righteous people are a group of hypocrites who value these false names more than anyone else. If you want to destroy a righteous person, first destroy his reputation. Let everyone call for beatings, and the subsequent matters will be resolved easily. Either they take the opportunity to get involved in the Demon Cult, or they just cut the weeds and root them out, so as to avoid future troubles forever.

Nie Qiu said, "Your sworn enemy is me."

Fang Qisheng didn't recover all of a sudden, he was choked and coughed again and again, almost out of breath, he pressed his chest and breathed for a while before he calmed down, looked up at Nie Qiu sitting beside him, and felt that he was a little strange again, " Are you really not kidding me?"

"You asked me before if this mark is a burn mark." Nie Qiu rolled up his sleeves and lifted up the red rope wrapped around his wrist. The copper bell swayed, revealing that section of skin with burn marks on it The traces are the three crescent moons that complement each other, "I will answer you now, this is not a burn mark, it is called 'Three Pot Moon', something that only exists in legends."

"There is such a mythical story."

"Fairy Junyao was demoted to the mortal world, so she had to settle down in a small wine shop. She drank wine and sat facing the moon. She seemed to see the crescent moon turning into three crescent moons in the wine jar. , the crescent moon hangs high, clear and clear."

"She walked out of the wine shop and wanted to touch the moon that was very close, but she didn't notice that she had already walked to the pool. She stepped on the ground and fell into the pool. The water surface covered her head, and the bright moon scattered. Knowing that those Tiangong memories were just a big dream. But it was too late, she fell into the pool, and could never float up again, and the remaining corpses sank at the bottom of the water over time, turning into a treasure, like There are three overlapping crescents, hence the name 'Three Pot Moons'."

Fang Qisheng touched the mark on Nie Qiu's wrist. It was really like a burn mark. The piece of flesh seemed to have grown out not long ago, and the edge was still red, but this mark was special enough. If you look carefully, it is indeed like Nie Qiu. As Qiu said, it is the same as the moon.

He asked: "Since it is a legend, why is this story so strange? Haven't those who made up this story thought that the so-called 'Junyao' is a god, not an ordinary person. How could it be possible for a god to fall into the pool?" Simply drowned?"

"That's why I said, this is a mythical story." Nie Qiu looked down at the marks on his wrist that hadn't moved for a long time, and said, "At least I think so. The first time I heard this story At that time, I felt that this Fairy Junyao is actually a mortal, but the person who made up this story added a lot of imaginary things."

"But the marks appeared on my wrist after I was reborn. Moreover, from the night I woke up at the Wangshan Inn, I would feel hot all over from time to time, which came from Sanhuyue, that kind of bath The feeling when the fire is burning—about this, you should be more or less aware, when I was in Qingchang Town, my complexion was not very good."

Seeing that Fang Qisheng seemed to recall something, Nie Qiu continued: "Until Bu Chenyuan gave me the copper bell of the Bu family. The consequences brought by the moon disappeared. However, if I take the copper bell off, I will soon feel unbearable pain, just like throwing myself into a furnace, and the raging fire will swallow people before I stop."

"I used to think that this story was false, but after I died, with the help of the power of Sanhuyue, I went back to four years ago."

Nie Qiu let go of the copper bell, let it fall heavily, and slid down with the red rope, covering the burning marks.

"My rebirth is the best evidence for this story. Believe it or not, it really happened."