The bright moon sits on the ground

child time.

In the dead of night, there is no sound.

Nie Qiu slung the long knife on his shoulder, and the white ribbon rubbed slowly against the cloth, making a small sound. He lifted it up with the pulp of his index finger, and slid it to the tiger's mouth. The murmurs were neatly gathered away.

He pushed open the carved wooden window, put his palm on the window sill, and with a little force, the sleeves of his clothes were blown up and down in the wind, like a wild goose.

Different from the hustle and bustle in the daytime, the night in Zhen'efu is quiet, and even the rustling of leaves by the wind can't be heard clearly.

Nie Qiu carefully avoided sight in the bamboo forest, leaned his back against the cold wall, walked forward, groped under a window sill in the dark night, raised his hand, bent his knuckles, wanted to Tap twice on the sill.

Before he could touch it, the wooden window seemed to know his arrival, a gap was exposed, and it was propped up.

In the room, Fang Qisheng did not fall asleep. His black hair, which was originally tied into a few scorpion braids, hung over his shoulders and hung on his chest. He was only wearing a thin navy blue undershirt, and all the cumbersome accessories were removed. , who was leaning against the window at this moment, leaning his elbows on the window frame, the cuffs slipped inward, revealing only the red entwined around his wrist—and he lowered his eyes to look at Nie Qiu outside the window, with a little bit on his lips. smile.

It probably means "I knew you were coming", or it means "you are finally willing to come".

Nie Qiu curled up, shrank into the small gap between the window lattice and the window frame, turned over neatly, and landed lightly on the ground.

Fang Qisheng looked out the window for a while, and after making sure that no one had noticed, he gently closed the window again without leaving a gap.

There was no light in his bedroom, and it was pitch black, even darker than the outside. After the eyes gradually got used to it, they could vaguely see some outlines, so that they would not be covered by wooden tables, wooden chairs, or by him standing by the wall. The sword box tripped.

Fang Qisheng took out two thick outer robes from the cabinet, handed one to Nie Qiu casually, and put on one himself.

The night in Zhen'e is too cold, not like Zongruo, nor like Xiayan City. If you wear thin clothes, you will catch cold easily.

Nie Qiu glanced slightly, the bedding on the bed was a little wrinkled, it was obvious that someone had been lying there just now, and the temperature was still there.

He tied the long rope on his outer robe, tied a knot, put down Hanshuang, and sat on the edge of the bed with ease.

Fang Qisheng also sat over and tried the temperature on Nie Qiu's hands. He just got up from the bed, and his palms were still warm, so he put them on Nie Qiu's hands, covered him, and said, "You should know I want to ask you something."

Nie Qiu lowered his eyes, slowly turned his wrist, tightened his fingers, and interlocked with his fingers.

"Yeah." He said, "You want to ask me about Master Chang, about Huang Sheng, and the meaning of King Zhen'e's words."

"Of course I don't believe in these legends, but you told me that you were born again... Moreover, all the things that happened to you can't be explained by common sense, so I listened to it with half-belief." Fang Qisheng sighed, "Master, he never said such things to us when he was still in the Devil's Cult. Maybe it was because he thought we were young, or maybe he thought we didn't need to know. After all, we can know from what Zhang Shuangbi said. , Chang Jinyu only talked about it with those two people."

"Master never does meaningless things. No matter how ridiculous the words come out of his mouth, he can turn those absurd things into reality." He asked, "Nie Qiu, standing at the pass between the world and the palace of heaven , does it really exist?"

Does Kunlun really exist?Nie Qiu thought, he had been thinking about this question all day.

If the way of heaven exists and his rebirth is real, then of course Kunlun Xianshan also exists in the world.

But he couldn't answer Fang Qisheng's question, and he couldn't even mention a related word.

Seeing that Nie Qiu fell silent, Fang Qisheng's eyes gradually darkened, and he said, "Can't you answer these questions? Or, they are like the blood that flowed from your body that night, and they are things that I can't tell me now. ?”

"I know you don't like to hide." Nie Qiu clasped his fingers tightly, and said softly, "But I can't say it. Because, once I say it, the consequences after that are beyond my control What I expected was not what I could afford.”

However, your reaction has indeed told me the answer.

Kunlun exists, and it may have come from the same place as the scar on Nie Qiu's wrist, the thing called "Three Pot Moon".

Fang Qisheng's thoughts surged, and he quickly had an answer in his heart. He pursed his lips and asked, "How dangerous is it?"

"It's something that mortals can't explore, shouldn't, and can't know after spending their entire lives."

Could it be that Nie Qiu was covered in blood at that time because of things related to these things?

Fang Qisheng knew very well that Nie Qiu hadn't left the room that whole night, and had been sitting in front of the table the whole time.

Even if they are thousands of miles away, can those false myths and legends easily affect them?

If this is what he speculated, then the degree of danger of this matter cannot be measured by normal thinking.

Looking into Fang Qisheng's eyes, Nie Qiu suddenly realized that he understood something, his eyes were a little helpless, he raised a finger, pressed it against his lips, and gave a very soft "shh", which was euphemistic Advice, but also similar to some kind of reminder.

Then, Nie Qiu withdrew his hand and shook his head, "Sometimes I even think you're too smart, just a little bit."

But it's not a bad thing anyway, he thought, in this way, Fang Qisheng is on guard against those things, which is good.

Fang Qisheng held his wrist, put his fingers into the red rope, and scraped his nails twice on the burnt crescent, "Is it related?"

What he said was whether Sanhuyue was related to Kunlun.

Nie Qiu is not sure whether there is a connection, but they are all products of mythology, and they must be inextricably linked.

So he responded: "Related."

After getting the expected answer, Fang Qisheng did not choose to continue asking.

"So, do you think Chang Jinyu is still alive? Is Huang Sheng in danger?" He asked another question.

"I think Chang Jinyu is still alive, in the place that King Zhen'e mentioned." Nie Qiu thought for a while and said, "As for the latter, there is indeed some kind of danger there, but I can't be sure that Huang Sheng will definitely be there." will meet."

"Didn't he just go there before? What you told me is that he was empty-handed and got nothing."

"If he finds nothing, there is no danger, but if he does find something..."

Nie Qiu stopped at this point and didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Because both of them knew what was coming next.

"Don't worry too much. Since Chang Jiaozhu is still alive and well, it means that there are still some things we don't know. Even if Huang Sheng finds Chang Jiaozhu, they may not have direct contact with those strange myths. touch."

Nie Qiu could feel that Fang Qisheng's fingers were getting colder, as if his boiling emotions had calmed down.

He pulled the hot quilt behind him and covered Fang Qisheng.

Doing so is tantamount to unnecessary effort. Nie Qiu heard the person beside him chuckle, reached over, untied the knot hanging on his chest, took off his coat, and kneaded dough , Tucking him whole on the bed.

Nie Qiu didn't resist, took off his boots, and untied the headband that bound his hair.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Qisheng tidied up the two outer robes, and then got on the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt, and got into the warm quilt. Nie Qiu subconsciously leaned in to make room for him, and then So squeezed to the inside of the bed.

The main body of the Devil's Cult tucked the corner of the quilt tenderly, and said, "If you have to sit by the bed and talk, don't you feel cold?"

"En." Nie Qiu responded, and moved halfway in Fang Qisheng's direction, "Anyway, it's not cold anymore."

I don't know if it's because of the lack of security, Nie Qiu subconsciously bends his body when he sleeps, the range is very small, but he can still find it through careful observation, let alone Fang Qisheng who has been watching for a month or two.

Especially in the first two weeks, Fang Qisheng even got used to being able to fall asleep and curl up in his arms when he was clingy.

He rubbed the top of Nie Qiu's hair, the soft strands of hair flowed through his fingers, and then they were randomly kneaded into a ball, like tangled threads.

"Xuanwumen has sub-doors everywhere. As long as they get the order, they will be able to complete the task satisfactorily within three days." Fang Qisheng's voice was extremely hoarse in the dark, and he said, "And Zhen'e can at least get there. It will take ten days, so I know very well that no matter how impatient I am, it is useless, all I can do at this moment is to wait for the news from the Xuanwu Gate General."

Nie Qiu covered half of his head in the quilt. After hearing Fang Qisheng's words, he raised his head and forced the quilt under his chin.

If it wasn't because Zhen'e was too far away from Huang Sheng's place, Nie Qiu would have wanted to recruit the red ghost to find out the news.

But the only place where these souls live is this small copper bell, what will happen if they leave the copper bell for too long, and whether they will use this to break free from the shackles of the Bu family, everything is unknown, so Nie Qiu dare not take it easy try.

After all, unlike the wasteful departure last time, there was no Bu family mansion for them to rest on the way.

It is indeed the most appropriate and convenient choice for Xuanwumen to inquire about the news.

Fang Qisheng didn't want to wait for Nie Qiu's response. After saying that, he paused, and continued talking on his own.

"Before, I didn't have time to ask you how you think about the relationship between our masters." He was quite emotional, "Even though I vaguely guessed a little bit, I was still shocked when I heard that they are half-brothers."

"Although my master has always been kind, he is also stubborn at the same time, so... I am not surprised that he will break with Chang Jiaozhu. After all, different ways do not conspire with each other. He doesn't like the behavior of the devil's sect, and Chang Jiaozhu doesn't like the righteous way. It's the style, that's all."

Speaking of this, Nie Qiu remembered something again, "When I was on the right path in my previous life, I also contended with the Demon Cult for several years."

Hearing this, Fang Qisheng originally wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. Obviously, what Nie Qiu said was from the previous life, and it has almost nothing to do with himself now. Everything is different, and it is impossible for him to laugh because of those things. produce strange emotions.

However, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, and a resentment similar to hatred stagnated in his chest. Among a group of righteous people who claim to be magnanimous and free from haze, they stand on the sidelines, neither sad nor happy. To him, everyone is like a passing cloud.

Was it the strange dreams he had recently that affected him?

Fang Qisheng frowned slightly, but he basically couldn't remember clearly after waking up, only the remaining pictures remained in his mind.

This is not like him, Fang Qisheng thought, how could he blame Nie Qiu for unprovoked dreams, things he has never experienced before, and will never experience in the future?

But the resentment was so inexplicable that it made him feel a little palpitating.

He even began to worry that if one day he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, would he really kill Nie Qiu?

Maybe it was because the expression on his face was so strange, Nie Qiu looked at him for a long while, and finally couldn't help opening his lips, wanting to say something.

Then Fang Qisheng lowered his head, biting Nie Qiu's lips fiercely, and blocked his comforting words back, rubbing his ears and temples, his lips and teeth collided abruptly, and soon there was a trace of bloody smell, yes Sweet.

To Fang Qisheng, the floating smell of blood was no different from a soothing incense, which gradually calmed down his emotions.

He even wondered if such a terrible habit meant that he subconsciously thought that when he met Nie Qiu, there should be a breath of blood, either you bleed or I bleed, and fighting with swords is like greetings when meeting.

However, Fang Qisheng didn't strike hard after all, and the moment the canine teeth fell, he unconsciously withdrew his strength and just bit it lightly.

After the resentment faded, all that remained was fear and some inexplicable anger.

Fang Qisheng can be sure that if he really will strike one day, Nie Qiu will most likely not fight back.

Not only did he not fight back, he could only hide while thinking about whether he had done something wrong.

"Nie Qiu." Fang Qisheng let out a vague voice between his lips and teeth, intermittently, but Nie Qiu could hear clearly, "When I do too much to you, you can fight back. Because I value you, I don't want you Hurt, do you understand?"

What is too much?Is kissing too much?Or bite at every turn?Or do you want to be wicked?

Nie Qiu didn't understand the meaning of the first half of Fang Qisheng's sentence, but only understood the second half, but it didn't prevent him from listening to these words. Suddenly, he felt a hollow in his heart, which was so soft that he could barely hold on to the sporadic words. Reasonable, should say: "Okay."

Did he really understand what I meant?

Fang Qisheng looked at Nie Qiu's eyes full of spring water, and was suspicious for a moment.