The bright moon sits on the ground

Dian Dan felt,? This is a morning full of strange things.

The black shadow touched his bed without a sound, and stood upright for a long time.

He didn't know martial arts and could feel that gaze, and he woke up not long after. When he opened his eyes, he saw a tightly wrapped man standing beside his bed. He didn't know how long he stood there. ? He was so scared that he almost jumped up.

Hei Ying clasped his fists respectfully, and said in a calm voice, "Don't be afraid, doctor, it's Xuanwu Sect."

Dian Dan really wanted to answer "I'm really not afraid", but half of his body shrank to the corner of the wall, I'm afraid it would only make people laugh, so he simply didn't explain, and let go of the quilt that was tightly clenched in his hands , reprimanded: "Can't you knock on the door?"

"The leader and the right protector ordered you to come quietly,? I don't want to disturb the doctor's sleep, so..."

Dare to love you for my own good? Then I have to thank you, right?

If Dian Dan was angry about getting up, he would have to yell at him. It's a pity that he is often woken up from his dreams, and he has long been used to it.

"Okay, then you'll come when I pack it up." He yawned, and got up to pack the medicine box.

"No, doctor." Xuanwu, who didn't know who it was, was a little shy, hesitated for a moment, and told the whole story, "You don't have to go there in person,? The teacher asked me to get the wound medicine, It’s best to use ointment, the kind that doesn’t hurt when rubbed on.”

Dian Dan pressed his hand on the edge of the bed for a moment, and his whole body collapsed. He felt as if he understood something, but he didn’t understand anything, so he had no choice but to insist on the good quality of a doctor, and asked about the specific situation: “Trauma Or internal injury?"

Xuanwu replied: "There are all of them."

"Above or below?"

Xuanwu replied: "There are all of them."

Dian Dan said angrily, "Did I go to bed or did I fight? Give me an accurate number!"

Xuanwu paused this time, because he didn't think of other explanations, so he could only reply hesitantly: "Also... both."

What kind of people, look, what kind of people are they.

So Dian Dan went down to the ground angrily, rummaged through the medicine box for a while, found several small porcelain bottles, threw them into Xuan Wu's hands, and said through gritted teeth, "Tell the leader and the right protector, I suggest using both."

Immediately, he stepped onto the bed with both feet, and got under the covers, obviously seeing off a guest.

Tuliu Xuanwu carefully held a bunch of small porcelain vases, half dazed, half innocent.

If we really want to explain this clearly, we have to start from half an hour ago.

The birds outside the window were chirping and making noise on the branches, disturbing people's leisure. The morning rain and fog faded away, replaced by warm sunlight shining into the room. Even though it was covered by the bed curtain, Fang Qisheng still opened his eyes leisurely amidst the noise .

His throat was dry enough to smoke, and the light spots in front of his eyes were connected together, indistinct.

He narrowed his eyes, and after a while he gradually got used to the dazzling light. He pressed his temples, his mind was still dazed, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his clothes.

The bed was not the same as it used to be, it was a mess, the quilt was pushed to the end of the bed, half piled on top, half on the floor, the pillow lay pitifully under the bed, and the tassel hanging from the ceiling was broken A few sticks, mixed with the smell of blood and heather, gloomy and unpleasant——Fang Qisheng fumbled a few times, without touching his clothes, but accidentally kicked down a box of ointment with the word "Xiao" engraved on it, and it fell on the carpet There was a crisp sound from time to time, and it was obvious that there was nothing left inside.

Then he remembered.

It was too late last night, and I ran to the backyard to fetch water in the middle of the night, drenched in cold water to wash away the blood and turbid liquid, but still felt hot and sleepy, so I tidied up hastily, went back to my room and fell asleep.

Fang Qisheng had a dream all night, his mind was dizzy, and he seemed to have lost his memory when he just woke up, and only then did he realize it later.

Clothes are all piled on the floor, where can I find them on the bed.

So he moved the quilt to the side again, pushed aside the layers of tulle, and dropped his long legs to the ground.

After there was nothing to block his sight, Fang Qisheng raised his eyes and saw the man in white clothes Shengxue leaning against the door, holding a cup of hot tea, wondering what he was thinking.His expression was calm, and there was an occasional gleam in his eyes, which seemed to be the afterglow left by the bright autumn day outside.

His long hair hangs down at his waist, his eyebrows and eyes are drooping, and his clothes are not well worn. They are all exposed to his chest, revealing a large number of bite marks and hickey marks. burn marks.

The people of Xuanwu Sect naturally didn't dare to stay around here, they were completely out of breath, and probably hid deep in the courtyard.

Fang Qisheng picked out a cool underwear at random, and put it on as he walked. When he came to Nie Qiu, he was about to tie the wide and long belt around his waist, and then the person in front of him consciously handed him the hot tea in his hand. Condescending, showing white jade-like fingers, the knuckles moved slightly, holding the belt, overlapping it a few times lightly and deftly, and tied a beautiful knot.

The tea is neither lukewarm nor cool, just right for refreshing after waking up.

The sip of hot tea rolled down his throat a few times to moisten his throat, and then he swallowed it into his stomach. The warm current flowed to his limbs and bones, and the fragrance of the tea overflowed, washing away the filth accumulated in his body, and finally It relieved his headache a lot.

Fang Qisheng took a deep breath, and the warm sunshine mixed with the smell of rain poured into his nostrils. It was completely different, but he felt that it was very similar to Nie Qiu's smell. He couldn't help leaning over and kissed it, tasting a light tea fragrant.

Nie Qiu smiled lightly - he is really easy to laugh now, maybe even he himself didn't realize it.

He took the teacup, his eyes lingered on Fang Qisheng's cheeks, he still couldn't help it, he apologized for last night's impulsiveness, and then asked: "How about I go to Diandan's residence and ask him for some Medicine coming?"

If the young and handsome leader of the Demon Cult has scars on his face, and there are bite marks, it will not look good.

He only remembered this when he mentioned it in Fang Qishengjing. He touched the extremely obvious bite mark on his cheek and felt it was more uncomfortable than the pain on his body. He looked directly into Nie Qiu's eyes and said word by word: "It's very funny?"

Nie Qiu coughed twice, obediently suppressed the smile on his face, and said with a serious expression, "It's not funny."

Fang Qisheng's mood suddenly improved a lot, but he just wanted to tease him, so he kept a straight face, refused to reason with him, and asked in a bad tone: "What's the matter, I don't like it anymore after scars ?”

"I like it." Nie Qiu suppressed a smile and followed Fang Qisheng's words to coax him, "I like everything."

When he said this, the clothes on his body slid down and got stuck loosely on the edge of the collarbone, as if a gust of wind could blow it all off. Fang Qisheng squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, thinking, Nie Qiu Really ill-intentioned.

If others dare to dress like this in front of him, he must not directly drive them out of the Demon Cult.

Fang Qisheng lifted Nie Qiu's clothes up, and tightened the front of the clothes, so that he could dress better and don't look dishonest.

So if you push me to give way, there will definitely be no result.

So Fang Qisheng discussed with Nie Qiu, and finally decided to send Xuanwu to find Diandan to get the medicine.

For no other reason, just because Nie Qiu had many wounds on his body, it was not very convenient for the two of them to move around.

After Xuanwu left, the two of them had nothing to do, so they moved the reclining chairs under the plum tree in the courtyard. Although the sun was shining, it had only rained not long ago, so the weather was not too hot, which was just right for lazily relaxing. While basking in the sun and chatting.

What should be said, what should not be said, good things, bad things, sweet words, threats and temptations, all of them were said last night.

Therefore, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng didn't speak for a while.

There is no need to say anything, in this kind of leisurely and peaceful atmosphere, saying anything is like superfluous.

The wind was too soft and the sun was too warm. As a result of not speaking, Fang Qisheng almost fell asleep again.

Nie Qiu soon found that he was drowsy, and wanted him to go back to sleep in the room. After thinking for a while, he quietly leaned over to Fang Qisheng's ear, and said softly, "Shengsheng, on my own initiative, I prepared one for you. Little surprise."

Fang Qisheng woke up suddenly, completely relieved of sleepiness.

When he raised his head, he almost hit Nie Qiu's Adam's apple. Nie Qiu didn't expect Fang Qisheng's reaction to be so violent, and was taken aback by him. He quickly pressed his shoulder and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

I also asked what's wrong, you didn't sleep all night last time, and you gave me a "surprise" after I woke up.

Of course, there was no surprise.

Fang Qisheng is now afraid of hearing the word "surprise" from Nie Qiu's mouth. It is enough for that kind of thing to happen once, and he doesn't want to meet it again in his life.

Sometimes, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would check to see if Nie Qiu was still there, and then touch the burn mark on his wrist to make sure that there was a warm touch under his palm. Only then did he feel a little bit of relief and sleep soundly go.

Because of these reasons, and the fact that Fang Qisheng has just returned to the main helm and has too many things to deal with, Fang Qisheng basically hasn't had a solid sleep recently. He is sleepy and tired during the day, and he can't wait to fall asleep. good.

Fang Qisheng pinched the center of his eyebrows and asked, "What little surprise?"

Seeing that he looked tired, Nie Qiu showed a trace of hesitation on his face. After a while, he leaned over and kissed his forehead, and said, "Because I see that you are very tired recently, so I want to take this opportunity to invite some sect masters, There are also Guardian Zuo, Sect Leader Duan and others, go to the high platform you told me before to drink and watch the moon, relax and relax, and it is also conducive to getting acquainted with each other."

Actually, there is another reason.

He didn't know how long this hard-won peace could last.

Bu Chenrong said "things will follow one after another", she definitely did not say this casually, but she did the calculations and came to a conclusion, so she asked Xu Hua to bring a message to Nie Qiu , let him know this in advance.

Nie Qiu didn't want to think about the way of heaven, any conspiracy, or any troubles that came one after another.

He just wants to enjoy a moment of peace, and with Fang Qisheng, he only lives in the present moment.

The reason why Bu Chenrong said "enjoy the peace of the moment" rather than "get ready" is because they all know that facing the way of heaven and things hidden in the dark, with the blinded eyes of the world, , you can’t see anything, and you can’t start, let alone think about how to fight against it.

Xuanpu Hall, Baixuan.

There is no record of the latter, there is no way to verify it, and it is not known what connection exists between the two.

Nie Qiu only knew what the former was referring to.

It is recorded in "Ten Continents": One corner of the Kunlun Mountain Triangle is due north, and the brilliance of Qianchen is called Langfeng Peak; Shangtong Xuanji, Yuanqi distribution, Wuchang Yuheng.

The fairy mountains in the clouds, the mountains and rivers, the stars, the place where the gods live, refers to the Xuanpu.

The important clue he got in exchange for his life was such a flimsy myth and legend without any sense of reality.

Nie Qiu could feel that he was one step away from the truth that mortals would not be able to touch in their lifetime.

But he has no intention of chasing it now.

After all, who knows when Tiandao will suddenly attack?

It was enough to make a mistake once, and he didn't want to lose his life ignorantly because of a ridiculous "truth".

In ancient times, there were saints who knocked on the gate of the immortals, followed the trails of the immortals, and did not hesitate to die in martyrdom, just to see the true meaning of the world.

But Nie Qiu is not a saint, and there is no noble moral in his heart that is worth his life.

This should be called red if you are close to vermilion, and black if you are close to ink.

Having been with Fang Qisheng for a long time, he probably also acquired that kind of freedom and freedom.

Nie Qiu thought, what is Kunlun, what is Xuanpu, it is not as happy as a little bit in the world, and instead of being mediocre, he might as well take advantage of those troubles before they come, steal a little leisure, drink with Fang Qisheng, enjoy the moon, and sleep together.

So he bent down, looked into Fang Qisheng's eyes, and solemnly invited——

"I also want to taste the wine in your wine cellar." He said, "I'll trade you a table of moonshine, would you like to?"