The bright moon sits on the ground

After stepping out of Zhang Shuangbi's study, An Pi raised his eyes and saw bells hung in the zigzag corridor, which swayed lightly when the morning breeze blew, jingling and crisp, knocking off the floating clouds, ?The sky suddenly broke, showing the red mountain scenery reflected by the sunrise.

In fact, he knew very well that Fang Qisheng did not ask him to explain the cause of Chang Jinyu's death to Zhang Shuangbi, but chose to travel thousands of miles to Zhen'e, no matter how Zhang Shuangbi treated him—it was because,? Zhang Shuangbi, an old friend of the master, spent a lot of patience, preferring to bear the infamy and explain to him face to face, instead of letting An Pi just take it lightly.

An Pi just walked out along the corridor, but Fang Qisheng's eyes when he was looking at him at that time came to mind.

I'm afraid his nephew is disappointed in him, right? Only then did An Pi think that maybe Fang Qisheng would think that all this was just a trap.

But what could he do?

Chang Jinyu didn't say a word about Chang Deng, Zhang Shuangbi still harbored resentment, and Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui never heard from each other.

The Five Jue Lianbi parted ways many years ago, and no one can tell how many people's hearts have been scarred.

An Pi suddenly stopped in his tracks. He was hiding in the dark and saw Zhang Shuangbi's personal attendant leading Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu to the lobby. Both of them took back their weapons. Long knife, one is "Sishi" and the other is "Han Frost".

It wasn't until the unaware two people gradually disappeared from sight, even their backs disappeared, that An Pi suddenly sighed.

He hoped that Fang Qisheng could understand him, because it is better not to listen to these unspeakable truths.

In fact, An Pi saw that Chang Jinyu and Chang Deng's apprentices were getting close, and he was both happy and worried. He was happy that although they could not reconcile, the successors were able to turn around, and worried that if they knew the truth, they would not be able to reconcile. what happens.

When he was in Xiayan City, Qisheng told him that he ran into a swordsman on the road. Although his temper, conversation, sword skills and concepts were different, he told him to just The word "suitable" can be used to describe it.

An Pi just finished listening, a little curious, because Fang Qisheng had never described a person like this before.

He asked: "Since you are so satisfied, why didn't you include him in the Demon Cult?"

Fang Qisheng replied: "That's exactly what I mean, uncle, you happen to be in Xiayan City, why don't you come with me to meet him?"

An Picai has always taken care of Fang Qisheng. Since Chang Jinyu disappeared, he worried that Fang Qisheng was too young to handle all kinds of tedious affairs of the Demon Sect by himself, so he often wrote to him, and secretly cleaned up the remnants for him, so that he would sit back and relax.

Therefore, this "see you", An Pi went there with the idea of ​​testing.

However, he didn't expect things to come so suddenly.

On that day, An Pi was chatting with Huang Sheng and Fang Qisheng in the corner of the inn lobby - the major issues that should be discussed had already been discussed, and the rest was the greeting after the long-distance reunion - then he saw Fang Qisheng raised his head, His eyes moved slightly, and he called out "Nie Qiu".

The knight in white who was about to go out stopped in his tracks, turned around, and the long knife tied around his waist also turned around, revealing a dark red scabbard, a slender handle, and a light-colored tassel. It shook lightly, without making too much noise.

It fell into An Picai's ears, but it was like a bell ringing, which lasted for a long time, and the lingering sound was endless.

Even after many years, he still remembered the words Chang Deng said when he took out the two knives.

"The edge of the blade is like frost on the polar land, so it's called Hanshuang; the light of the blade is like a burning fire, and it's called drinking fire."

That knife is frosted.

This idea gradually became clear, echoed in An Picai's ear, and became more and more intense, causing great waves.

He was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that this person was the swordsman Fang Qisheng had told him before.

Why, it must be Chang Deng's disciple?He thought, is this also the will of God in the dark?Or retribution?

Fang Qisheng stood up, and lightly pressed his palm on An Picai's shoulder. He suddenly felt that it was heavy, as if it weighed a thousand catties.

His nephew was in a good mood, picked up the sword case, and said in a cheerful voice, "Master, then I'll go find him first."

"it is good."

Only then did An Pi forcefully suppress the turbulent emotions, glanced at Nie Qiu lightly, then turned his head away, and continued to talk to Huang Sheng as usual. In fact, only he himself knew, he didn't know what he said at all. .

It wasn't until Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu left that An Pi, with a dazed mind, found an excuse and said goodbye to Huang Sheng.

The weather in Xiayan City has always been good, the sun is warm, but it shines on him as cold as moonlight.

The willow trees are planted all over the street, and when the wind blows, they will show their teeth and claws, covering the sky and reflecting shadows one after another.

An Pi just walked out from the side door, avoided Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu, and stood under a willow tree. The peculiar smell of the plant poured into his nostrils, making him feel uncomfortable, but he did not turn around and leave, but stood under the tree for a long time , the whole body was shrouded in the shadow of the whirling tree, unable to see clearly, after a long silence, he just woke up like a big dream, and let out a muffled laugh.

He had met Nie Qiu a long time ago, how could he forget?

Chang Deng's apprentice, how could he forget?

Chang Jinyu, Chang Jinyu, he smiled and thought, if you found out, what would your reaction be?

Zhang Shuangbi thought that Chang Jinyu had never seen Chang Deng in all these years, but it was not the case.

As early as a few years ago, Chang Jinyu and An Pi had been to Shenyun Pavilion.

For An Picai, who is proficient in formations, Shen Yunge's bamboo forest formation can be deciphered without any effort. Being in it is like walking in a garden, without worrying about getting lost.

Chang Jinyu took a step behind, his face was normal, as if what he wanted to see was not his younger brother who had broken with him.

"This formation is nothing more than that." In the quiet bamboo forest, Chang Jinyu suddenly whispered, "Chang Deng really thinks that by hiding in this mountain paradise, he will be able to isolate himself from the world and avoid the world?"

"His almost arrogant hope makes me feel pathetic."

The voice is very low, and the words are lightly pronounced, not for An Pi, nor for Chang Deng.

He told it to himself, to the bamboo forest, and to all the secrets that he couldn't and couldn't tell.

"Let's go." Chang Jinyu changed his mind just like that, and said, "Go back, I won't see him anymore."

An Pi persuaded: "From the Devil's Cult to Shenyun Pavilion, it's not that close. There are thousands of miles on the way, high mountains and lowlands, yellow sand and muddy swamps. Junior brother, you should have thought about it before you decided to come here. You shouldn't Because of impulsiveness, all previous efforts were wasted."

Chang Jinyu pondered for a moment, probably because he remembered all the previous experiences, and didn't mention going back.

After walking for a while, An Pi suddenly raised his hand to stop Chang Jinyu's movements, and said softly, "There is someone."

So Chang Jinyu stepped forward to stand side by side with him, looked indifferently through the bamboo forest, and said, "It's just a child, and his bones are not good enough. It can't stop the two of us, let's just get rid of him." .”

In fact, the distance was not far, but the people outside the bamboo forest did not notice their gazes at all.

To be honest, with the addition of all the disciples in Shenyun Pavilion, Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui are the only ones who can stop this pair of seniors.

However, for so many years, he has been huddled in a corner, addicted to the status quo, and only seeks stability and peace. Chang Jinyu thought from the perspective of a bystander that he didn't even need An Pi to show up. Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui were probably alone. Can't stop it.

When An Pi heard this, he turned his head and gave Chang Jinyu a very speechless look.

Oh, Chang Jinyu remembered, the last time the two of them broke up because he killed innocent people indiscriminately and disregarded human life.

If he forcibly broke into Chang Deng's shelter, moved his hands, and saw blood, Chang Deng might never forgive him for the rest of his life.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and stroked the messy hair on the back of his head, thinking, there is no other way, he can only wait here.

The moonlight is clear and shallow, and being in the mountains, the moonlight seems to become colder, piercing into the bones of people.

An Pi just stood there for a while, obviously feeling that Chang Jinyu was getting impatient, he said something bad in his heart, raised his hand to grab his junior brother's arm, his lips moved slightly, and the sound he made didn't even break the silent moonlit night.

"You have to think about it, don't make mistakes at this juncture."

"I know." Chang Jinyu pushed An Picai's hand away, and couldn't help teasing, "Brother, don't you think that you are on the right way, so you brought the habits of Luoyanmen to the Demon Sect? I'm afraid I'm the only one in the Devil's Cult who can listen to your teaching."

An Picai didn't want to talk about this topic with him: "I have already broken the sword, it's just the past, there is no need to mention it again."

After a moment of distraction, when he looked up again, the boy had already turned around and looked to the other side of the path.Both of them are of good strength, and soon heard the sound of footsteps, their feet are steady, they are good materials for martial arts, they stepped on the small road paved with bluestone slabs, with traces of hesitation, as if they were Be wary of something, or worry about something.

The sound of leaves rubbing against each other sounded softly, and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy pushed the bushes aside with clear eyes.

His right hand was still on the hilt of the knife, and he was very vigilant, but the moment he saw the boy's appearance, he stretched his eyebrows as if he was relieved, retracted the long knife that was exposed by an inch into its sheath, and walked over to call him Name: "Han Shan?"

The boy in plain white rolled up his wide sleeves and called out respectfully: "Senior brother."

An Pi soon discovered that Chang Jinyu's sudden silence carried an unusual meaning, and he had to raise his spirits and follow Chang Jinyu's complicated and obscure eyes.

Then, he saw the young man in the blue cloud pattern clothes with the word "crack" tattooed on his sleeves.

It was like a flash of lightning splitting the clouds, tearing apart the sky, forming thin and dense gaps, revealing a little bit of light from the sky, and a few faint thunderclaps, which seemed to be laughing and cursing, persuading people, raising their hands to send people away. In the quagmire of memories.

Split Cloud Knife, Chang Deng.

"A disciple of Chang Deng?" An Pi couldn't help but lower his voice.

That's right, he's not too young anymore, those who should accept apprentices have already accepted apprentices, and those who should get married have also married, and he is the only one left. After defecting from Luoyanmen to Qinglongmen, all thoughts are lost, and he has nothing to desire, but can only be quiet He watched the lively scene from the sidelines.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as Qisheng, if you really want to say, maybe Qisheng is even younger.

Only then did An Pi think so, and in order to relieve the tense atmosphere, he also said so.

Chang Jinyu looks almost harmless on weekdays. When he smiles, he will bend his eyes. He doesn't have the slightest airs of the leader of the Demon Cult. He also likes to joke with his subordinates. It seems that nothing can make him angry, and there is nothing that can make him angry. unforgivable.

However, at this moment, with his arms folded across his chest and the smile on his face gone, his whole demeanor changed drastically, as if he finally felt bored, so he simply tore up all the hypocrisy and concealed all the lies underneath. What was touched was not flesh and blood, but a temperature as cold as a snake, sharp teeth and claws as sharp as a lion, and a contemptuous and wanton demeanor like an eagle.

He looked the boy up and down several times with his scrutinizing eyes, and said, "However, it's just a blank sword that has not shown its sharpness."

"He hasn't had blood on his hands yet, he's just an apprentice who barely acquires a little bit of skill by relying on his talent. In the long run, I'm afraid it will be difficult to become a master, and his good foundation will be wasted... Brother, do you know? Fang Qisheng was 13 years old. When he saw the blood and took his life, he didn’t even shed a tear, he wasn’t even afraid, and he slept peacefully when he went back that night, do you know why?”

Chang Jinyu didn't really want to listen to An Picai's answer.

"Because he was born in the mud, in the busy city, in the dark alley, in the prison, in all the dirty and dark places to seek a way of life, what he saw and heard is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. So he was never afraid of these things, he was able to override life and death above."

"People who dare not even touch blood, who dare not even take life, what can they hold? What can they protect?"

When Chang Jinyu said this, he paused for a moment, and was stunned for a rare moment, wondering if he remembered anything.

Indistinct whispers came in from among the bamboo branches, pouring into the ears of the eavesdroppers.

The disciple called "Han Shan" was a little shy, and said falteringly, "I'm lost."

The young man in blue suddenly chuckled, raised his hand to hold the child's hand, and warmed it with the warmth of his palm. His voice was soft, and the next moment it melted into the heavy evening wind and turned into a wisp of cloud.

He said, "I'll take you back to the head's residence."

The figures of one big and one small gradually fade away.

An Pi turned his head to the side, and when he was about to call Chang Jinyu to go together, he raised his eyes and found that he had already turned and left.

From An Picai's perspective, he could only see the moon shadow pouring down from his forehead, hanging on his jaw, and finally dripping into his clothes.

Chang Jinyu didn't explain why he left at this time, he didn't even say a word, his lips were pursed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and without any expression on his face, he took a step forward without any hesitation, and walked along the original road went back.

The moonlight was like water, shining through the cold night, but it couldn't reflect Chang Jinyu's deep and abyssal mood.