The bright moon sits on the ground

As soon as Zhang Shuangbi's words came out, the huge hall suddenly became quiet.

For a moment, only the sound of shallow breathing could be heard, and all the words seemed to disappear with his words.

This sudden silence made Zhang Shuangbi frowned, it was so strange, he thought, this is just a simple question, even a three-year-old child can easily answer it, let alone Nie Qiu.

Then, gradually, he realized what this silence meant to them.

Chang Deng's disciple lowered his eyes to avoid his line of sight. The light in his eyes was flickering,? Covered by the drooping eyelids,? Reflecting a shadow,? The expression on his face was originally modest and tolerant, but at this moment At this moment, he was a little more dignified and hesitant.

Zhang Shuangbi suddenly seemed to be drenched by a downpour, and the cold rushed into his bones. He didn't bring an umbrella, and he didn't know where to take shelter from the rain. He could only stand there in a daze, praying The rainstorm is gone.

However,? The rain will not stop.

Nie Qiu paused for a while, then raised his head again, and looked at Zhang Shuangbi, as if he wanted to tell him the answer clearly and without reservation, out of respect for himself, or out of his Zhang Shuangbi is not clear about the indescribable selfishness.

The only thing Zhang Shuangbi was clear about was Nie Qiu's succinct answer.

"Family teacher and Master Wen? He passed away five years ago." He said so, with a sad and helpless tone.

Zhang Shuangbi lost his mind for a moment.He heard Nie Qiu's words, and he could understand the meaning of each of his words, but when put together, it turned into another sentence that he couldn't understand at all, it was a foreign language, it was a raving in the middle of the night, vague and indistinct, Until his fingers accidentally touched the silver wine glass, the cold touch made him wake up suddenly.

It was like being light and floating, one foot stepped on the air, and soon fell down again, the head was broken and the blood was broken, and the liver and intestines were broken.

When he regained his consciousness, he suddenly felt a twinge of pain, which was painful and itchy, directly on his heart.

Zhang Shuangbi even felt that the short period of half a year was absurd. It didn't really exist, but something he imagined at a certain moment in order to fulfill his wish to escape from the cage. However, the Qinglong Gate beside him The Lord is really here again.

He tried to recall the appearance of Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui, but he could only catch a glimpse of the silhouette blurred by the water.

Fleeting time is hateful, time is hateful, whether it is what you want to forget or what you don't want to forget, it will gradually fade away in the end.

He didn't even want to mention these two people before, but he couldn't get around them. They were lingering in the depths of his memory, as clear as yesterday, but now he brought up the old matter again, and he was willing to let go of his arrogance and bow his head. Why can't I remember clearly?

"why?"

When Zhang Shuangbi heard herself asking this question, the sound she made didn't seem to come from his mouth.

"The bandits came to seek revenge, and cooperated with the disciples inside the sect. They poured medicine into the water. When the night was dark and the wind was high, when everyone was unprepared and limp..." Nie Qiu paused , "Destroyed the bamboo forest formation, broke into Shenyun Pavilion, burned, killed and looted everywhere, leaving no one alive, and I escaped by luck... the last Shenyun Pavilion disciple."

He just mentioned it briefly, but it seemed that he could still taste the strong and choking fishy-sweet taste between his lips and teeth.

Nie Qiu didn't want to talk about Shen Yunge's affairs over and over again.He didn't want to mention the tragic situation at that time, he didn't want to talk about the fringe left by his senior sister, he didn't want to describe how his master gave him Hanshuang and Yinhuo, and he didn't want to use it to win sympathy.

Even if he was drenched in the torrential rain under the cliff for a whole night, even if it took him more than half a year to recuperate that fragile and fragile body, even if he shed all the tears that should be shed in his life at that time ... He didn't want to mention it either.

It is enough to tell Fang Qisheng, and Nie Qiu doesn't care about other people, no matter what channels they plan to obtain the truth.

As soon as he thought of this, his warm fingers reached out. There was a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips. He pressed on his wrist, rolled up half of his cuffs, groped inside along the place where the pulse was beating, and then turned over again. Palm, simply hold his hand.

Did he write all the bad emotions on his face?

Nie Qiu looked down at their overlapping palms under the table calmly, feeling a little shy, and pressed Fang Qisheng's thumb on the bone connecting the palm and wrist, with very light pressure, almost just rubbing, It seemed to be comforting, and it seemed to indicate that he was fine—then he slowly withdrew his hand and looked at Zhang Shuangbi who was sitting not far from him.

Zhang Shuangbi didn't notice their small movements, he pondered for a long time, finally raised his head, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Where are the bandits from, why are they feuding, and whether there are any big figures behind them, do you know these?"

Nie Qiu looked at Zhang Shuangbi, and suddenly found that the person in front of him had lost the calmness of advancing and retreating at first, as well as the bewilderment after learning of his friend's death, and changed into a more familiar appearance. , with a solemn expression, the frost formed between the eyebrows in this perennially windy Zhen'e, his voice did not tremble, calm and self-sustaining, he was asking him seriously.

Seeing that Nie Qiu didn't answer, Zhang Shuangbi thought he was worried about something, tapped his finger on the table lightly, and said: "The rivers and lakes and the temples have always been the same, but there are exceptions. Since the rules of the rivers and lakes do not work, let the My palace will solve it."

Nie Qiu's Adam's apple rolled, and suddenly felt a stagnant suffocation, which was blocked in his throat, making it difficult to swallow.

"After you pacified the world, you handed over the military power to your hands. You only stayed behind a few thousand troops in the city, and you no longer meddled in the affairs of the court. Everyone knows..."

He also wanted to say that if you use military power, the emperor will notice Zhen'e, and the consequences will be disastrous.

However, when he looked into Zhang Shuangbi's eyes, those words could not be uttered.

King Zhen'e's eyes were clear, like ice and snow that hadn't melted for years, bitingly cold, without any impurities.

Like the deep twilight in the winter night, like a lake shrouded in misty rain, like the morning fog transpiring in the mountains in the morning.

"Juniors, don't worry about these things." Zhang Shuangbi pressed her knuckles and said in a deep voice, "How deep is the court's muddy water, how dirty and lowly those schemes are, and how effective they are, I don't think you should know of."

He is confident that he can make the enemy crumble and retreat three feet without spending a single soldier.

Zhang Shuangbi doesn't plan to spend too much time mourning. He wants to solve all the unresolved things that should be solved first.

An Picai shook the hand holding the cup slightly, almost splashing a few drops of hot tea, but he caught it firmly again.

As a father, as the king of Zhen'e, the passing years have smoothed his edges and corners, but he has not forgotten his spirit.

Chang Jinyu, you and I were wrong, but Chang Deng saw the most clearly.

He thought, they all thought that Zhang Shuangbi was the one with the biggest change in temperament among the five joints, but unexpectedly, they were.

This person is still the young man who repays kindness and avenges revenge back then.

After Zhang Shuangbi finished speaking, the hall once again fell into a brief silence.

Strangely, when Nie Qiu heard what he said, he suddenly felt relieved.

The stagnation in the throat that blocked the breath gradually disappeared, replaced by a cool breeze that made people suddenly enlightened.

Nie Qiu didn't tell what happened later, but deliberately tested it, went around and went around, and finally got Zhang Shuangbi's answer.

At least, he now knows that Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui have such an old friend who will do anything for them.

If he hadn't been able to escape at that time, many years later, someone would have discovered Shen Yunge's tragic situation, and would have been as persistent as him, following the clues all the way to cleanse the grievances of Shen Yunge's lonely soul, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth .

Even if it was a foregone conclusion, at least he now knew it was worth it.

"If the two of them know, they will definitely be proud of you as a friend." Nie Qiu realized that it was the first time he had met the man known as King Zhen'e in a real sense, so his voice slowed down a lot. With unfeigned respect, "Thank you. But those bandits were completely wiped out a few years ago, and they put their lives for their lives, leaving no one alive...just like the Shenyun Pavilion back then."

Zhang Shuangbi didn't know what to say for a while.

A few years ago, Chang Jinyu was still the leader of the Demon Cult, and Nie Qiu had nothing to do with the Demon Cult.

So, what exactly did he do, what did he pay for, how long did he struggle in the floating world, did he get revenge for his great revenge...

Zhang Shuangbi didn't know.

Looking at the white-clothed swordsman in front of him, he felt in a daze that Nie Qiu was indeed very similar to Changdeng, with the same tenacity, like bamboo, the same loneliness, like pine, and even though it was buried by the snowstorm, he still did not fall. Albatron, it is difficult to break the bones.

Then Nie Qiu smiled into his eyes again, there was a small floating light in his eyes, two completely different emotions of nostalgia and relief soaked in his eyebrows and eyes, forming a shallow pool."However, that was a long time ago," he said.

Zhang Shuangbi silently recited the names of Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui in his heart for no reason.

Even if he didn't say it, his mouth still felt bitter when he thought of these two names, with a tingling feeling almost painful.

He regretted it, regretted it too late, and even hated himself for holding on to his face during those decades, gritting his teeth and refusing to take a step back. In the end, he finally figured it out and decided to let go of those unwarranted names, but no one can make him give in.

In this difficult situation, the only thing that comforts him is that at least Chang Deng is not without successors.

Changdeng is called "Cracking Cloud Knife", with one handle containing frost and the other drinking fire.

Although the body is rotten, the soul is still there, and it is covered by the frosty knife's icy cold light. It has never been dusty, and it is as clear as yesterday.

Zhang Shuangbi pursed her lips, and raised her hand to press Nie Qiu's shoulder—his palm was warm, not burning, and the strength of the pinch was just right, neither heavy nor light, which could make Nie Qiu feel the solid weight, But it won't be a burden to him.

His eyes are very gentle, without pity, it is the care of the elders for the younger, like a cup of colorless and tasteless warm water.

"You seem to be only 20 years old. You are younger than Xiaoqi and Yuer, and older than Ruirui. You are not even half my age. To me, you are just a fledgling young man." Zhang Shuangbi said rather Wei said earnestly, "If you encounter something that you can't solve, don't belittle yourself. Even if you tell us experienced elders, you shouldn't feel ashamed."

"After all, if you can't even settle the troublesome things, how can you call yourself an elder?"

After seeing Nie Qiu's respectful response, Zhang Shuangbi seemed to be finally satisfied, withdrew his hand, and raised the wine glass in front of him. The jade liquid and fine wine swayed in the glass, knocked on the wall of the glass, and surged again. Stepping back, it reflected a dazzling light.

It was as if the five of them were standing on a flat boat back then, smiling, beating the hull of the boat with their fingers, singing at the knots, the sound was transmitted far away, overshadowing the sound of the boat breaking the waves, leisurely and recklessly, over the mountains, Straight through the green hills, the sky suddenly appeared.

"If you have a chance in the future, please tell me more about Changdeng and Wenyunshui."

Zhang Shuangbi and Nie Qiu clinked glasses, and with a crisp sound, he put the glass to his lips, raised his head and drank the fine wine in the glass.