The bright moon sits on the ground

The tears of the candle condensed into frost, hanging on the edge of the lamp, about to fall, sinking into the darkness with the extinguishment of the candle.

Nie Qiu leaned his elbows against the corner of the table, clenched his fists, his knuckles were pale from too much force, and he sat there without moving. After a long time, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lifted his He raised his eyes and took a look, only to realize later that the candle had been extinguished, and the room fell into darkness again, pulling him back into the abyss again.

He let go of his already stiff fingers, and with a few small sounds, it was the fragments of the stones that fell on the table.

Fortunately, it was foggy outside the window, and there were a few dim rays of moonlight coming in, which at least allowed him to see things clearly.

He felt his throat was as dry as a dry well, he was dizzy, his eyes were gray, and even his breath was hot, and he burned a big hole in his chest, so that the wind could pour in from the hole, and crush his heart , which can end the pain.

The blood in the nails did not know when it had solidified. It sank there. It was a color similar to vermilion. It was dirty and messy. It was in stark contrast to the round and neatly trimmed nails. Just looking at it made people feel Restless.Looking through the nails in the dim light, Nie Qiu felt like a poisonous insect lying in a narrow gap, eating away at his flesh and blood.

I took the bronze mirror and took a picture. The person in the mirror seemed to be a priest who held a blood sacrifice ceremony in an ancient tribe. His eyes were gloomy and his expression was mysterious. His face was covered with blood, which was wiped from the corners of his eyes to his neck, and the rest of the lines were properly covered. Hidden in the placket.

Nie Qiu thought to himself that he didn't know the person in the mirror, so he reached out to push the bronze mirror away and stopped looking at him.

He paused for a moment, then stood up suddenly, pushed the door unsteadily and went out, preparing to get some water to clean up the blood.

Fang Qisheng woke up and turned around when he heard the sound, and lifted the layers of bed curtains, and this is what he saw.

The blood-soaked man stood by the door for a long time, his fingers resting on the door frame, as if hesitating whether to go out or not.It was a gray sky outside, gloomy and miserable, but when he turned his head, the dark red blood on his face hung in the corner of his eyes, and there was no emotion in his eyes. It was more like a kind of near-numbness than calmness. pain of.

"Nie Qiu?" Fang Qisheng's voice trembled, and all sleepiness disappeared in an instant, leaving only the biting cold.He suddenly became flustered, lifted the bed curtain roughly, and stepped forward barefoot to hold Nie Qiu's hand, "You... what happened?"

Nie Qiu didn't respond at first, letting Fang Qisheng hold his hand.

After a while, as if waking up from a dream, he finally had a little floating light in his eyes. He gently held Fang Qisheng's finger, put it on his lips and kissed it, let go, turned around and went out again.

Fang Qisheng's fingertips rubbed against the blood on Nie Qiu's lips, but it wasn't stained with any scarlet red. He could only feel the unique rough touch of the twig tree, which was thorny and sharper than a knife blade. The beating heart in the broken chest, embedded in the flesh and bones, was firmly nailed there like a wedge, telling him how long the blood on Nie Qiu's body had been bleeding.

He gritted his teeth, frowned, and cursed secretly.

Because he is so familiar with Nie Qiu's aura, he is so familiar with it that he can minimize his vigilance, throw away his helmet and armor, and strip off all his defenses. He can't even smell the slightest strong smell of blood. After saying the words "I didn't leave, I'm here", I really believed him, and fell asleep peacefully again, without waking up again.

So I never expected this to happen.

"Don't go." Fang Qisheng subconsciously grasped Nie Qiu's raised sleeves tightly, but didn't know what to say to keep him.

that's too bad.

Fang Qisheng thought, after all, he has no reason to keep Nie Qiu.

If Nie Qiu wants to leave, he only needs to bring a Hanshuang knife, and he can fly away without looking back.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he forced out a sentence that was not meant to hold back from between his teeth: "Did I do something wrong?"

Nie Qiu was stunned, looked at Fang Qisheng for a long time, and his stagnant thinking creaked a few times, and then realized what Fang Qisheng had just said, so he couldn't help covering his face with his hands, shaking his head, and said half of it The first sentence since Shi Chen: "No, you're fine, you haven't done anything wrong, I just want to go out and get some water to clean up."

The voice was very weak, and it fell apart at the touch of a touch, with a few coughs mixed in.

It was as if he had exhausted all his strength when he said this, and he couldn't say a lot of words in the future. He could only look at Fang Qisheng deeply. The emotions in his eyes were complicated, thin and heavy. There is gloom and depression.

It seems that what he experienced was not a night, but a lifetime of joys and sorrows.

Fang Qisheng couldn't let go.

He was sure that if Nie Qiu went to fetch water from the well in the backyard, he would be able to fall into the well just because of his dazed appearance.

"Did you not sleep at night?" Fang Qisheng took a breath and decided not to ask Nie Qiu any more, but to solve the most important thing first, and then ask carefully after Nie Qiu woke up. Say it again."

Nie Qiu didn't insist on washing the blood off his body this time. Fang Qisheng pulled him to the side of the bed, took off his clothes, and when he was about to go to bed, he remembered this in a daze. He stopped and said softly: "I'm very dirty."

Fang Qisheng smiled, "I don't mind."

After finishing speaking, Fang Qisheng dragged the wooden stake onto the bed, covered him with the warm quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and groped his body twice as if unintentionally, after confirming that there was no wound that needed to be bandaged , covered Nie Qiu's eyes with his hands, brushed down his trembling eyelashes, and said, "Lie down for a while, and I'll go find Dian Dan and Ji Wanghe."

He was still worried. After all, Nie Qiu was covered in blood, so he didn't look like he was fine.

Nie Qiu responded, but without closing his eyes, he said to himself, "Fang Qisheng, did I tell you how much I like you?"

In the middle of the night, blood was all over his body, he looked weak and haggard, but suddenly he said something for no reason.

Fang Qisheng had an ominous premonition in his heart. He always felt that Nie Qiu's appearance was no different from explaining the funeral, so he simply didn't listen to the second half of his sentence, and covered Nie Qiu's lips again, and replied before him: "I know."

"You stay here, I'll be right back."

After all, Fang Qisheng put on his robe, put on his boots hastily, and went out quickly.

you do not know.

When the room fell into silence again, Nie Qiu secretly thought that it would be good if Fang Qisheng didn't know about it for the rest of his life.

How magnanimous he was when facing death in Yaoxiantai in his last life, how terrified and dazed he was when facing death in this life.

But if he asked the question again, Nie Qiu would still answer, it was all worth it, he didn't regret it, and it was impossible for him to regret it.

At that time, he looked at the bleeding between his nails, raised his hand and found that his eyes were also bleeding, dripping down the corners of his eyes, and his chest was painful and itchy, which caused him to cover his lips and cough in a low voice, coughing up sporadic blood clots. Large patches of flowers bloomed on the clothes.

Wasted said: "I can hear your life passing, you are dying."

If you have leisure time, Nie Qiu would like to ask it carefully what the sound is like when its life is passing.

Is it the clanging sound of fighting, the gurgling sound of blood flowing, the rustling sound of the wind rolling over the yellow sand in the desert, or the warm and loud crackling sound of charcoal burning in the flame, or the sound of melting ice Like water, silent and restrained.

But Nie Qiu was pulling the silk on the table to wipe the blood on his face and hands, and had no time to think about what it said.

Wipe it off, and it comes out again, and it wipes it off, and it comes out again.

He gradually realized that his current behavior was tantamount to blocking the spring with his hands, and it was meaningless.

Needless to remind, Nie Qiu also knows that he is now hanging above the abyss of death, using his hands and feet together, hanging on a thin and long branch in a panic, for fear of falling - he can even clearly hear the branch breaking the sound of.

Then fall, fall into the abyss, fall to pieces, let posterity hang him on the city gate, and remember his stupidity and recklessness.

Nie Qiu didn't try to stop the bleeding. He sat quietly at the table for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. He sighed suddenly, then tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes, dipped his fingertips in blood, and wrote the word Wrote one word: Xuanputang, Baixuan.

The fabric is only that big, and it would be awkward to write one more or one less word.

So Nie Qiu simply stopped writing and pressed the cloth under the gravel so that it would not be blown away by the wind.

He wanted to wake up Fang Qisheng, wanted to say to him, look, I'm going to die, I have to tell you quickly that I found a clue about your master, I have to tell you quickly that I didn't mean to leave, I have to tell you quickly How much I like you.

But Nie Qiu thought again, how ugly it would be if he didn't want to die in front of Fang Qisheng.

He heard the sound of ribs cracking inch by inch, his internal organs were all churned together, and the sound of breathing was squeezed to nothing. The candlelight and fireworks in front of him dissipated, leaving only a vast expanse of white clouds, covering the mountains and rivers of the world, dragging Grab the hem of his clothes, carefully take him out of the body, lift him up, and lead him to a higher place of emptiness.

"Xu Consumption, remember, tell Bu Chenrong... These news must be related to Tiandao's weakness."

After Nie Qiu finished speaking softly, he could even hear a wasted and anxious voice: "Wake up, Nie Qiu! You can't die yet!"

Yes, he hasn't said goodbye to the others yet.But death itself is a thing of leaving without saying goodbye.

He peeped into the forbidden land that cannot be peeped, and he wanted to save people who should have died, so the price also came with it.

He could guess that if it wasn't for the fact that what he saw was too important, it would be impossible for Tiandao to strike such a cruel hand.

In the end, Nie Qiu only felt a little pity.He had a lot of things to say to Fang Qisheng, and he didn't accompany him to find Chang Jinyu, and he didn't see the great mountains and rivers in this world with him; See what the person she likes in the future looks like; and Shenyun Pavilion in the bamboo forest, for so long, he never went back to pay respects.

Life is like a mayfly, death is like frost, it is fleeting, a hundred years in a blink of an eye.

"One last thing I want to ask of you." Nie Qiu didn't know if he had made a sound, or if Xu Hua had heard it. His lips moved, and he slowly uttered a low-pitched sentence, "Wait until I die." Finally, take me away, crush it or burn it, sprinkle it into the wind, throw it into the sea, go as far as possible, don't let Fang Qisheng see my body."

Then, all the sounds disappeared, the pain disappeared, and he finally felt his body became lighter.

The scenery in the world gradually faded away, the high clouds dissipated, and the night sky was as bright as day under the embellishment of stars.

Nie Qiu felt the wind whizzing past in the clouds, he gasped suddenly, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the wind.He felt that he had probably hallucinated, or had a dream in the moment before he stopped breathing, otherwise how could he see such a clean sky, the starlight so close, and... what shone on him, The moonlight is as bright as white jade.

It was three crescent moons that complement each other, connected end to end, interlaced and overlapping.

The moment he looked over, the three crescent moons turned dark red, and viscous liquid dripped from the crescents, like tears of blood, and reflected the galaxy beside him into a lifeless deep black, as if being burned by a raging fire. The dark forest after burning.

With a click, one of the crescent moons shattered into pieces and fell down.

What followed was the scorching heat that belonged exclusively to Sanhuyue and wanted to burn people to ashes.

Nie Qiu opened his eyes, and his chest heaved violently—his hand was still pressing on his chest, trying to suppress the sudden fear, but unfortunately the effect was not great, and the scene of the crescent moon breaking was still fading in his mind. emerge.

Perhaps it is the same as when people saw the flood for the first time, pointing to the place where the raging waves rolled and the dark tide surged and called "the god of the river" directly.

It is the bewilderment and fear of the unknown, the despair and pain of one's own insignificance and weakness.

The wasted voice sounded again, and it said: "It's too late to stop now, look at your body bleeding!"

Nie Qiu lowered his eyes and looked at the broken stones in his hand. Those stones were mixed with blood, hard and hurt his hands.And Xu Xiao 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.

This was a scene that happened before, and he remembered it clearly, but the wasted words were different.

He rubbed the corners of his eyes, then looked at his fingertips, and realized why the words of wasted consumption were different from before.

The blood no longer continued to flow, unlike the last time he couldn't stop it no matter what.

The copper bell swayed with Nie Qiu's movements, pulling the red rope and sliding inward, revealing the burn-like mark on the wrist.

Obviously it is "Three Pot Moons", there should be three rounds of moons that complement each other, but now there are only two rounds of crescent moons left.

Nie Qiu's fingers tightened, and the broken stone was embedded in the flesh and blood, but he didn't realize it, staring at the lines on his wrist, and what he saw in his mind at that moment was the scene he saw before: "Xingyue crying" Blood, a moon broke into pieces.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he wanted to laugh or cry, but in the end he didn't utter a single syllable.

Here we go again.

Nie Qiu felt that his heart seemed to be extremely heavy, pulling his soul, and fell heavily again.

Is his body alive, or has he been completely dead since the moment Yaoxiantai was beheaded?

Xuanputang, Baixuan, why was he erased by Heaven without hesitation just after knowing a name?

What is the so-called Three Pot Moon?

And, how many secrets are hidden in this world that the world does not know?

All kinds of weird and intricate thoughts were entangled in the middle of the night, leaving only a candle lamp that was about to be extinguished for the sleepless man.

The author has something to say: Tiandao is more ruthless, Nie Qiu has no eye problems, and the person is gone

There is no abuse in the emotional drama, it is sweet from the beginning to the end, but it is necessary to write the plot and kill it