The bright moon sits on the ground

Maybe it was Nie Qiu's embrace that was too warm, or maybe it was the exhaustion and disappointment of more than a year's fruitless search. Fang Qisheng was buried between Nie Qiu's neck, and his back was gently stroked, and his consciousness gradually ground to eliminate.

He was too sleepy, tired and sleepy, he didn't want to think about other things, just wanted to have a good sleep.

Maybe, after waking up, Chang Jinyu will come back,? Tell him with a smile,? I'm joking with you,? I just want to test whether you are suitable to be the leader of the Demon Cult. You have done a good job. I'm back now, you can rest.

Fang Qisheng felt vaguely that his eyelids were getting heavier, and at the last moment he fell into a dream, he remembered that scene.

That was many years ago, roughly calculated, maybe it has been fourteen or five years.

Troubled times are the hardest to live in.

Ever since Fang Qisheng could remember, he seemed to be alone all the time.

In this big and lonely world, he struggles, he has no ability to think, he is ignorant, he just wants to survive, he doesn't know what stealing or robbing is, he only knows that if he wants to If you want to live, you must use your hands, teeth, nails, fists and feet, and all hard and sharp things as weapons. In the final analysis, it is just to find a chance of survival.

At that time, I had never tasted sweet things. To be honest, Fang Qisheng didn't know what picky eaters are. He didn't care what he liked and what he didn't like, as long as it could be eaten in his stomach and relieve his hunger. , no matter what.

Chang Jinyu later said to Fang Qisheng that when they first met, he thought Fang Qisheng was like a wolf cub.

He is fierce and ruthless, his eyes reveal the fear of death, and his movements are full of desire for life, but at the same time he is arrogant and dismissive of life and death, as if he has no ability to speak at all, and is as silent as A hungry hunter.

Just to grab a dirty steamed bun, he beat several rich kids who were many years older than him until they wept bitterly, crying and making noise on the ground, panting, their luxurious clothes were covered with tears and tears. soil.

Chang Jinyu became interested, so he leaned against the wall, folded his hands on his chest, and watched coldly.

A boy covered his mouth with a few missing teeth, called him inarticulately, asked him to help, and promised to give him anything.

Chang Jinyu replied with a smile: "My child, for you, I am more dangerous than him."

His eyes were too cold, and the sword on his back was sufficiently intimidating. Seeing this, the boy didn't dare to speak for a while.

As a result, the other rich kids were frightened, but the kid who was still crouching on the spot after grabbing the stuff was not afraid, after grabbing the steamed buns, he turned his back and looked at Chang Jinyu from the corner of his eye. Li was not idle, he was stuffing steamed buns into his mouth, not afraid of being choked, his movements were neat and fast, his eyes were like a weak hungry wolf.

Although weak and embarrassed, he is indeed a wolf.

Chang Jinyu lowered his arms and walked over slowly, fearing to scare away the beast that was eating its prey, after a few steps, he took off the water bag from his waist and threw it at his feet, splashing sporadic water. dust.

The Demon Cult leader asked nicely, "What's your name?"

The wolf cub didn't even have the time to speak, so he glanced at him extremely contemptuously, picked up the water bag with one hand, unscrewed the cap skillfully, sniffed, felt that the smell was normal, and gulped I poured it down.

Chang Jinyu guessed that it wasn't that he couldn't speak, but that he was too lazy to talk to himself.

He was not annoyed, and looked the wolf cub up and down, and saw the word "Fang" embroidered on his tattered clothes—this was supposed to be the clothes of a person surnamed Fang, but he snatched them to wear.

Chang Jinyu thought for a moment, then suggested: "Qi is a mountain shaped like a forked branch. I see that you have not lived a stable life in the first half of your life. You have spent a lot of effort to survive and avoid death. Why don't you call you Fang Qisheng."

The wolf cub, who was so busy drinking water and eating steamed buns, ignored him at all, as if he was talking to himself and asking for trouble.

Afterwards, Chang Jinyu used all his patience, waited for the wolf cub to eat and drink enough, hiccupped, then raised his hand and slammed on the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious , happily carrying it back to the Devil's Cult.

Fang Qisheng felt that Chang Jinyu was really sick for a long time.

He is used to being alone, he has always been alone, has no interest in contacting others, he can speak, but he finds it troublesome to speak, so Chang Jinyu forces him to speak. Can say two or three sentences.

Basically all the sayings are "sick of me", "get away from me", "fuck off".

Later, after getting acquainted with each other, Chang Jinyu used a similar method to bring back Huang Sheng as his junior.

This time it became lively, Huang Sheng was good at ridiculing people, Fang Qisheng was not to be outdone, and scolded him for several years.

Of course, after growing up, the number of quarrels decreased a lot, and they were basically direct hands-on.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Fang Qisheng unconsciously regarded Chang Jinyu and Huang Sheng as family members.

I didn't have it, I got it, and then I lost it. This is the real sad thing.

As he recalled, he felt drowsiness as fierce as if it was going to swallow him up, so he rubbed against Nie Qiu's neck, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and completely sank into a dream, into a shallow sleep. sleep.

Nie Qiu felt Fang Qisheng's breathing gradually stabilized, and the hand gently stroking his back slowed down. He was about to put Fang Qisheng down on the bed, but he heard a dreamy whisper in his ear.

What Fang Qisheng said was: "Nie Qiu, you won't leave me, will you?"

You know my fears, you know my loneliness, you know what's on my mind, you know how sad it can be.

You see, you already know me so well, it was you who made me rely on you first.

So, you won't abandon me after Master, will you?

Nie Qiu's body froze, and after a while, he sighed slowly, turned his head, and left a kiss on Fang Qisheng's ear.

He spent too long thinking about it, and Fang Qisheng had already fallen asleep at this time.

But Nie Qiu still answered Fang Qisheng's question softly.

There was a trace of hesitation in his voice, he paused every word, but said clearly: "I will try my best."

Who can tell what will happen next?Nie Qiu thought that his promise was useless.

He was able to return to four years ago under the power of Sanhuyue, and he was not sure when he would return to four years later.

Nie Qiu carefully put Fang Qisheng down on the bed, and covered him with a soft and warm quilt.

Fate is impermanent, life and death are impermanent, he can't know when he will disappear, and he can't know when he will die, but when Fang Qisheng asked that sentence, he thought about it carefully.

Then he realized that if he left suddenly one day, Fang Qisheng would collapse.

After the news of Chang Jinyu's disappearance came, Fang Qisheng didn't go to the high platform to drink wine with the wind blowing like Huang Sheng. He was calm and silent. He discussed with An Pi about the Demon Sect and went to the wine cellar. He drank some wine to relieve his worries, but after realizing that Huang Sheng had taken most of the wine away, he decided to take Huang Sheng back, who was so drunk that he almost fell off the platform.

Later, I didn't even reveal any sorrow or pain. I just often lit a lamp in the middle of the night and just sat there all night.

Today, a year later, Fang Qisheng only told Nie Qiu what was on his mind.

If even he disappeared, who should Fang Qisheng confide these words to?

But he couldn't make this promise, he couldn't guarantee that he would always be by Fang Qisheng's side.

He is not of this world.

Nie Qiu sat at the table by the window, lit a dim yellow candle lamp, stared at the glowing flames for a long time, and when he was about to pick up the things in his arms, he realized that his hands and feet were cold and stiff. It's my own, but it looks like someone else is manipulating it.

There was a little movement behind the bed curtain. Nie Qiu guessed that Fang Qisheng woke up in a dream, so he coaxed softly: "I didn't leave, I'm here. Go on sleeping, there is still a long way to go before dawn." time."

Not long after he finished speaking, the room gradually became quiet, and Fang Qisheng fell asleep again.

Nie Qiu took out eighteen black stones from his bosom, round and smooth, shining brightly under the flickering candlelight.He placed these stones on a flat table, arranged them one by one according to the method he remembered, and pushed them in all directions.

He still remembered Chang Jinyu's birth date.

Year of Jiazi, month of Bingshen, day of Xinchou, time of Renyin.

The last time when I was in Xiayan City, Nie Qiu calculated the direction based on Chang Jinyu's birth date, and saw some broken scenes. Then, the stones on the table seemed to come alive, scattered in all directions, and some Even fell to the ground.

He was afraid of the strange things that happened at that time, and subconsciously wanted to avoid them, so he rarely used stones afterwards.

But now Nie Qiu lit the lamp again, sat at the table, calm and calm, and decided to do the calculation again.

The candle was burning quietly, only illuminating a small part of the room, it was a dim orange-yellow light, but it set off the darkness in other corners of the room more clearly, the flame flickered, and the candle light shrank accordingly, belonging to The void of darkness squirms at the edge of this light, like some kind of poisonous and malicious reptile, testing the vigilance of its prey.

For the first time, Nie Qiu saw the same scene.

Dark, damp, walls covered with cobwebs, burnt oil lamps, flowing blood, endless darkness.

The two huge stone tablets showed a holy and mysterious feeling under the shining light. The one on the left was engraved with the four characters "Guang Feng Jiyue", while the stone tablet on the right also had some words engraved on it, but it had been destroyed. Time has corroded to see clearly.

Eighteen stones were scattered on the table, and Nie Qiu laid several layers of thick silk and satin, so they didn't make much noise.

The second time, Nie Qiu saw Chang Jinyu leaning against the stone wall, frowning and breathing calmly.There was a long rope tied to the top not far away, and he seemed to be looking for a way, but failed again as expected.

The stones collided with each other and ran around, and some small cracks had appeared on some black stones.

Nie Qiu felt a fishy-sweet breath in his throat, which surged up from his chest, touched his lips, and was swallowed by him again.

The fingertips holding the stone suddenly felt a sharp pain like a thousand cuts. It hurt all the internal organs. Sweat beads slid from his forehead and fell into his eye sockets. Flowing, let him taste as salty as salt.

Xu Xu, who hadn't said a word for a long time, appeared out of thin air, with regret on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Is it worth it for you?"

Nie Qiu didn't answer.

The third time, Nie Qiu waited for a while before pushing the last stone to the center.

He saw Chang Jinyu walking to the gurgling stream, holding the water to his lips with both hands, rolling his Adam's apple, and swallowing it into his stomach - he didn't know why there was a stream here.Immediately, Chang Jinyu raised his head, with drops of water still hanging on his face, with a gloomy expression, he looked up at the huge stone tablet in front of him, and murmured a few large characters on it.

The voice didn't seem to exist in this dark world, and Nie Qiu could only guess what he said based on his mouth shape.

Xuan, garden, hall.

Then, there are two more words.

Bai, Xuan.

The picture in front of me faded away in an instant, leaving behind a flickering candle.

Xu Xu leaned down, the cold and damp wind picked up the few stones that had slipped from the edge of the table, and put them back on the table.

The green-faced, fang-toothed ghost, with complicated emotions in his eyes and a hoarse voice, asked again: "Is it worth it?"

Nie Qiu answered in his heart: "Whether it's worth it or not, I know myself."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the broken stones in his hand, those stones were hard and harsh, mixed with hot blood, dripped from between his fingers, spread on the clean white clothes, and splashed in all directions , leaving traces of distortion.

Then, Nie Qiu finally moved his gaze upwards, looking at his fingertips.

Fresh blood continuously flowed out from between the nails, meandering down the slender fingers, gathering in his palm.

The darkness is whispering and mocking in a low voice, asking him to take a closer look under the dim candlelight——you don’t care about persuasion, and you want to do this thing that goes against the law of heaven, and you insist on saving the dying person, okay, then let you do it , and I have clearly placed the retribution in front of your eyes, telling you to open your eyes and see how stupid and ridiculous you really are, and how out of control you are.

Nie Qiu felt a wave of warmth, and reluctantly raised his hand to touch his cheek, only to realize that not only the crevices of his fingers, but also something flowed from the corner of his eyes, not clear tears, but muddy blood, sweet and fishy. Mixed with the blood on the lips, it rolled down together.