The bright moon sits on the ground

Perhaps it was because Fang Qisheng's reaction was too strong, which caused Zhang Shuangbi to look at him again and again, and couldn't help asking.

"Have you thought of something?"

Fang Qisheng barely suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked at An Pi who was sitting opposite him. He tried to see something in the eyes of his uncle, but what he got was a calm calm.

Calm, determined, like a breastplate hanging on the chest, it has the power to comfort people's hearts.

That look seemed to tell him that there was no need to worry, Huang Sheng was fine.

It's strange, Fang Qisheng didn't let down his vigilance against An Pi, but when he saw this sight, all the dull and uneasy thoughts in his heart disappeared in an instant, and nothing remained.

In any case, I have to let the people from Xuanwumen make a trip first.

Thinking of this, he inhaled imperceptibly, mixed with the unique icy coldness in the early morning of the severe cold Zhen'e, and the cold air rushed to his forehead in an instant, those chaotic and vague thoughts became clear, no longer like Before, he was thinking wildly on his own.

No matter how worried and anxious I am now, it will have no effect. It is better to relax and solve the matter in front of me.

So Fang Qisheng calmed down, and didn't want to mention this matter too much, so as not to involve more secrets that have been living in the dark for a long time. ,"nothing."

After hearing what he said, Zhang Shuangbi stopped talking, and just said: "Since Chang Jinyu is likely to still be alive in this world, I won't stand idly by. If you need my help in anything, don't be restrained, tell me I can do it, and I will do my best.”

If it is as Chang Jinyu imagined, that remote and desolate town is backed by the Kunlun fairy mountain hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, and it will be involved in the unbelievable things in the myth, and there will be no way to avoid it The shelter encounters unusual dangers.

It's better not to say anything.Dragging more people into the mud will only make matters worse.

Fang Qisheng secretly made up his mind, nodded in response to Zhang Shuangbi's words, but did not give him an answer immediately.

The four people in the hall had their own thoughts, and naturally they didn't have any leisure time to care about the delicacies that were mostly cold on the table. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they left in a hurry, and An Pi and Zhang Shuangbi left. Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng left.

Seeing Zhang Shuangbi and An Picai walking towards the study, Nie Qiu guessed that they were going to discuss something, or maybe they were simply reminiscing about the old days. Whatever it was, it had little to do with them now.

Zhang Shuangbi asked his servants to clean up the bedrooms for the two of them in advance, which was in the southwest corner of Zhen'e Mansion.

The maid who led the way was clever and clever, and she didn't idle her mouth all the way. She skillfully walked through the corridor and turned the corner, almost without looking or thinking, and led Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng towards the bedroom with ease.

Feeling the extremely hidden eyes in the bamboo forest and cypresses gradually fade away, the round face of the maid still has a friendly smile, her eyes are like crescent moons when she bends her eyes, her cheeks are rosy, but the words she spits out suddenly turn around, she is not like a maid at all can tell.

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice was very low, calm and calm, like a crow at sunset.

"Follow Huang Sheng's traces, I want to know how he is now, whether he is alive or dead, and where he is."

The maid did not hesitate at all, and quickly agreed.

Regardless of whether the task is difficult or not, whether it is correct or not, whether it is meaningful or meaningless, the Xuanwu Sect will respond, and never talk too much about unnecessary things. As long as the leader orders, they will do it, that's all .

When Fang Qisheng ascended to the position of leader, Xuanwu came to him, bowed his head and professed to be a minister, and said such a sentence.

"Life and death are between your thoughts, good and evil are determined by you, and the future Xuanwumen will live and die by you."

It is precisely because of this unreserved loyalty that the Xuanwu Sect has become the most difficult existence in the Demon Cult.

Fang Qisheng thought for a while, and then said: "The current Zhen'e Mansion should no longer be harmful to me and Nie Qiu. You don't have to pretend to be in Zhen'e Mansion and continue to hide in Zhen'e Mansion. Go back to Xuanwumen to do what you want to do. Bar."

"Xuanwu leads the order." His voice still had no ups and downs, and it was no different from what he had shown in the past.

Leading the leader of the Demon Cult and the guardian right to the two adjacent bedrooms in the southwest corner, the maid bowed slightly, bowed slightly, and retreated after saluting.

Zhang Shuangbi was indeed very considerate. Afraid that the two men of similar stature would sleep in one room and it would be too crowded, he asked his servants to clean up two rooms, one for each person. Always on call.

What can I do with this, Nie Qiu thought.

He was never used to sharing a bed with others before, but now he is not used to staying alone in an empty room and falling asleep alone.

What's more, Fang Qisheng was next door, and there was only a thin stone wall at night, so how could he sleep peacefully.

However, now is not the time to let Zhang Shuangbi know about their relationship. After all, for him, what he knows today is enough to subvert his thoughts in the past few years. The apprentice is not the kind of "good relationship" he thought, and Zhang Shuangbi probably won't be able to recover for a long time.

Nie Qiu lowered his eyes calmly, making sure that no one around was paying attention, so he stopped for a while.

If Fang Qisheng felt something, he also slowed down, thinking that he had something to do, but suddenly he smelled a light and cold fragrance, bypassing the breath of vegetation, lingering in his nostrils-at the same time, Nie Qiu leaned over, narrowed the distance between the two of them a few inches, and opened his lips next to his ear. His voice was soft and light, and the ending sound was like tiny ripples on the surface of a lake.

"As soon as the time is over, I will go to find you."

In an instant, the pattern was submerged by the warm water, hidden among the rustling dense branches.

Fang Qisheng paused, seemingly unintentionally, raised his hand to brush the leaves on his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Can't you sleep without me?"

Nie Qiu looked into the darkness in Fang Qisheng's eyes, and was quite emotional. He suppressed the thought of holding his fingers, and said without any concealment, "Yes, I can't sleep without you... Also, I think you You should have a lot to tell me."

"I do have some questions to ask you." Fang Qisheng withdrew his hand and glanced at him briefly, "I don't wait for the time, I hope you are on time."

You see, it is obviously him who wants to ask questions, but he seems to be the one who asks others.

So Nie Qiu softened his brows and eyes, and responded to Fang Qisheng's words. The two quickly separated, and they separated as soon as they touched each other. Their faces were as usual. One walked towards the bedroom on the left, and the other walked towards the bedroom on the right. , without any hesitation.

Turning around and closing the door, Nie Qiu changed his previous calm appearance, frowned slightly, and breathed out a foul breath soundlessly.

As if he wanted to take this opportunity to expel the hard-to-dispel depression in his chest, he leaned against the door, listening to Fang Qisheng's sound of closing the door, he didn't do anything for a long while, with a struggling look on his face , both at a loss and helpless.

It is impossible to say that there is no panic, and it is impossible to say that there is no fear.

He is more aware of the existence of the Dao of Heaven than anyone else in this world, and he understands the meaning of those things hanging above the floating clouds.

Since the night when he spied on the secret, he walked around the edge of life and death, saw Chang Jinyu in the dark, and knew the two words he muttered, Xuanputang, Baixuan, those They are all things that exist in mythology.

Nie Qiu understood that the news he had obtained was very important to Tiandao, so important that Tiandao would not hesitate to deal him a cruel blow.

However, there is still a little bit of luck in his heart, and he refuses to admit that he has lived in illusion for more than 20 years. What he thinks is true is false, and what he thinks is false is true. It is just that the world is too ignorant to believe it. .

Then, Chang Jinyu's words relayed by Zhang Shuangbi were nothing more than a gavel. The case was settled and the tone was fixed. Tell him clearly, don't lie to yourself anymore, those things really exist, They are here, hidden in the world.

There may really be mountain ghosts in the majestic mountains, and there may really be Hebo in the turbulent rivers.

The stone statues of Bi An on both sides of the main hall of the government office are shaped like tigers with rings in their mouths; in the temple full of incense, there are solemn Buddha statues with wide-eyed anger and feet on evil spirits; Born Shaohao, created the Qiong Sang family; beating drums and rain, beating hammers and thundering, controlling the four seasons, drought and flood can only be determined by one thought... These are not fictions made by the world, but real existence.

In other words, it has existed in the past, turned into ancient books, murals, and rumors, and has been passed down from generation to generation.

Kunlun exists, Xuanputang exists, Baixuan exists, and Fairy Junyao also exists.

So why did you choose yourself?Nie Qiu thought slowly.What kind of person is favored by heaven? He is just a scapegoat. His luck in the past 20 years is not necessarily better than others. .

If it weren't for Sanhuyue's present life, he would never have had the chance to start over.

He is a person who does nothing, bears the infamy, and finally dies in a lonely and deserted manner. Later generations will not even know his name.

Nie Qiu pressed his knuckles between his eyebrows, looked down at the ground, it was peach blossom, clear in color, warm and soft, circles of halos squeezed into the room through the gap in the door, spread out on the ground, and spread in all directions. Merged into a strange picture.

A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, Tiandao had never favored him from the beginning to the end.

From the very beginning, the hexagram calculated by the celestial master of the Tian family was wrong, making everyone mistakenly think that he is the priest of destiny.

All the memories flashed one after another in Nie Qiu's mind, and then they were frozen on a picture.

He picked up a handful of moonlight from the water, everything was silent, the sky and the earth were dark, only the bright moon remained.

Legend has it that the corpse of Fairy Junyao sank here, and after a long time, it turned into a treasure called "Three Pot Moon".

After getting the Three Pot Moons, Nie Qiu was able to live again, and later used this to save his life.

But at that time, the blocking of heaven and the sharp malice were not because of the words Xuanputang and Baixuan.

It is because he will know the existence of Kunlun, and will know that those myths are not false, but completely true.

Heaven doesn't want the world to know, is it just because of the common sense and order it wants to maintain?

Nie Qiu felt a tingling pain in his temples, and the flesh around his eyes began to throb again. The aftereffects of that night have not completely faded away, at least the shock it brought is still deeply burned in Nie Qiu's soul, and it is impossible to be overwhelmed by it. erase.

He felt that the one who favored him was Junyao, or maybe someone else, after all, it couldn't be the way of heaven.

In Zhang Shuangbi's eyes, these thoughts of his own should be the same as Chang Jinyu's, they are all crazy and unrealistic.

Nie Qiu smiled lightly, straightened up, and subconsciously touched the copper bell in his sleeve. The coolness wrapped around his fingertips, freezing his boiling emotions into ice. He gradually calmed down, and he knew very well that he could no longer think about it. .

Thinking about it further, maybe Tiandao will do something to hurt him again.

After all, with the Dao of Heaven hanging high, Nie Qiu had to be cautious as he stared at him covetously.

After thinking for a while, he took off the Hanshuang knife from his waist, stood beside the bed, took off his girdle, took off his coat, folded it and put it aside.

Then he spread out the quilt, got into bed, leaned on the soft pillow, looked at the beam, closed his eyes, and put all the trivial things behind him, preparing to take a nap for a while, and he could cheer up when he went to see Fang Qisheng at night. As for being so sleepy.

No matter what else is waiting for him in the future, Nie Qiu thought, it will be something later.

He gradually sank into the endless darkness.