The bright moon sits on the ground

Fang Qisheng had a feeling for a moment, that it would be a good choice to fall into the mire, to fall into the abyss, even if his body was smashed to pieces.

Like that flying bird, it fell from the cloud without a sound, wasted in the world, and its festering flesh was eaten by wild beasts.

He looked at Nie Qiu's hand holding him, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and it was not as calm as he showed.

Who is not?Fang Qisheng thought, now he is putting on a cold and indifferent look, but his heart is trembling, like a boulder splitting, making a deafening and piercing sound - why doesn't he want to have a dream from which he will never wake up, An Picai is still alive, Huang Sheng is still alive, and the clues left by Chang Jinyu are right in front of his eyes.

"Fang Qisheng." Perhaps because he was afraid that he would not be able to accept the intimate address, Nie Qiu called out like before, "This night is silent, the noisy stars and the moon are hidden behind the clouds, it is a good time to listen to stories, so, Would you like to hear me tell a long story?"

No matter what the reason is, Fang Qisheng should refuse.

But after he heard Nie Qiu say, "I have experienced everything you have experienced", suddenly, for the first time, he caught a glimpse of this mortal enemy who had been entangled with him for several years, and the slightest emotion in his heart .

Why, it was Huang Sheng who was killed by Nie Qiu himself, but now Huang Sheng is speaking good words for Nie Qiu intentionally or unintentionally.

Fang Qisheng always wanted to know if there was a moment of compassion in his heart when Nie Qiu dropped the knife.

He thinks there is no such thing. After all, drinking blood is like washing the edge of the blade with clean water for the Frost Knife, and Nie Qiu's expression has always been so restrained, as if nothing can disturb his heart, no matter whether he is happy or angry. Sadness and joy are reduced to dust.

Now, he carefully chewed every word Nie Qiu said, and suddenly solved the unsolvable riddle many years ago.

It's not that he doesn't have a heart of compassion, people are not grass and trees, he also has regrets and regrets, but he just doesn't want to talk about it.

Unwilling to say, and no one to say, this absurd hunting ground hastily knocked the end in endless hatred.

Fang Qisheng recited the memories that often floated in front of his eyes. Nie Qiu's eyes were a little cold; At that time, his brows were slightly frowned, revealing a bit of forbearance... At this moment, among the thousands of mountains, dotted with the afterglow of the Milky Way, gradually smudged into vivid colors.

"Okay." He changed his posture, put his knuckles under his lips, looked sideways at Nie Qiu, and said, "The most important thing I need now is time."

In the past, Fang Qisheng would definitely not be able to imagine the scene of him having a long conversation with Nie Qiu, let alone that on such a depressing night, he would allow Nie Qiu to blow the cold wind on the eaves all night .

Fortunately, after listening to his answer, Nie Qiu finally relaxed his brows, and his tense nerves seemed to relax.

Nie Qiu bent his eyes slightly, and his voice softened a lot. Finally, he was willing to let go of Fang Qisheng's hand and let him wait for a while, then turned around and went down to take out two coats. It seems to disappear from sight.

Putting the robe on his body, the wind is whistling, but the coldness of the night is not biting.

They sat at a certain distance, the right protector cleared his throat, and considered his words for a while.

"I'm thinking about where to start." He finally made up his mind and said, "Do you remember when we first met?"

——The dark-bodied young man pulled out the sword in the sword box, his eyebrows and eyes were full of wantonness, although he was still tired, he still introduced to his fellow travelers with great interest, this sword is Jingming, that sword is Chi Lian, and which sword is Remnant Wind , which handle is Zhaxue again.

The sword box is named Four Seasons, and each holds two light and heavy swords, which symbolizes the change of seasons and endless cycles of reincarnation.

Your knife looks very special. It has a long handle and a straight edge. It should be cut.horse.knife?

The clatter of horseshoes crushed the spring breeze, and the smell of grass and trees in the mountains, mixed with the smell of wet soil, all poured into the nostrils.

Nie Qiu used this picture as the beginning of all the stories, and slowly unfolded all the joys and sorrows in front of Fang Qisheng.

In the second half of the night, flying stars skimmed over the clouds, bringing up streams of light like water waves.

Huang Sheng got up at night in a daze, and if he felt something, he raised his eyes and saw two people sitting on the eaves.

He couldn't help but yawned, thinking to himself, it looked like a quarrel before, but now it's reconciled?

Anyway, it has nothing to do with him, Huang Sheng glanced at him, and Fang Qisheng happened to see him too. Just when he was about to put his index finger on his lips to signal him to move lightly, Huang Sheng hurriedly turned his head, pretending not to see, Walk forward on your own.

Fang Qisheng watched his junior brother helplessly, and took a few steps out, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he kicked over the bucket with his foot, and with a bang sound, the jackdaws on the treetops were startled, and he didn't bother to help, Shi Shi Then disappeared from view.

Hearing the sound, Nie Qiu opened his eyes, seeing nothing unusual, and the reassuring breath of sandalwood in his nose, he quickly closed his eyes, unconsciously rubbed his cheek against Fang Qisheng's shoulder, and found a comfortable position , fell asleep again.

——The road has been full of winds and clouds, crossing mountains and thousands of rivers, and traveling thousands of miles to come here, it is impossible to say that you are not tired.

In the middle of the night, Nie Qiu's voice became lower and lower. Before he finished talking about what happened after Zhen'e left, sleepiness swept over him, engulfing him into a dream, partly because of peace of mind, partly because of fatigue, Nie Qiu's body was crooked, and he leaned lightly on Fang Qisheng's shoulder, drawing his gaze from the mountain peak not far away, and fell asleep before he could say anything.

At first Fang Qisheng lowered his eyes to look at Nie Qiu—for a while, seeing that he was sleeping very peacefully, after thinking about it, he had to let him go.

With his head resting on his shoulder, his hot breath was steady and long. Fang Qisheng always felt as if a group of non-hot flames stayed on his shoulder for a short time, so close that he could clearly feel the pain in Nie Qiu's chest when he breathed. ups and downs.

The long hair hangs softly in mid-air, within reach, he raised his hand to touch the slightly cool end of the hair, the movement was slow, entwined around his fingertips, and there was an itch that made people want to laugh when he brushed between his fingers , Leng Xiang, who belongs to midnight alone, just entangled him, kissed his fingers, and told him when he felt cold or lonely, there is still someone by your side to accompany you.

Fang Qisheng wanted to stop, but he was greedy for the cold fragrance, and it took him half a cup of tea to force himself to let go.

He thought for no reason that if he stretched out a few fingers to scratch Nie Qiu's chin, he might still purr like a cat.

After Huang Sheng left, the night became quiet again. In this mountain, not even the chirping of insects and birds could be heard.

Fang Qisheng looked at the piece of flesh at the tiger's mouth on his right hand, and thought of Nie Qiu's sentence "There should be a sword wound here, and whenever you are in a mess, you will subconsciously touch this place", and there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart. He didn't even know he had this habit, it was just an unintentional action, short and subtle, but Nie Qiu was able to discover this.

Among the Righteous Path, the three most threatening to the Demon Sect are Nie Qiu, Fu Chonghong, and Wen Zhanxing.

He had thought about attracting these three people to the Devil's Cult, but they all ended up for different reasons.

If you put aside other worries and ask Fang Qisheng to make a list of things he has never been able to complete, the first is the whereabouts of Chang Jinyu, then the deaths of An Picai and Huang Sheng, and then, is Bring those people over.

Now that he has really returned to the past, Nie Qiu was earlier than him, and like a rabbit who threw himself into a snare, he fell into the trap in a panic, abandoning his identity as a high priest, abandoning his identity as a model of righteousness, and abandoning the Nie family. With his identity, he became the protector of the right.

Although, any decision made by Nie Qiu has his reasons in it, not impulsive.

Fang Qisheng plucked the fringe of the Chilian sword, and the clear beads hit the sword box, making a sound like jade fragments, like the long bell in an ancient temple, echoing in his cochlea, and was carried away by the wind, drifting away Like smoke.

He originally thought that Nie Qiu would not devote himself wholeheartedly to his feelings. After hearing the source of the tassel, Fang Qisheng overturned those groundless guesses. Sui Xiang gift.

Whether it is the red thread or the tassel, they are a kind of shackles that bind them firmly together, and only the other party can untie them.

Fang Qisheng didn't want to touch those illusory memories before.

But now he suddenly wanted to know.

Not through Nie Qiu's report, but he saw and felt it with his own eyes.

When Nie Qiu told him about the past of Shenyun Pavilion; Chuqing, Nie Qiu stood by the door, her clothes were loosely wrapped around her body, she squinted her eyes and smiled, and when she handed over the teacup in her hand... What was the expression and tone.

Fang Qisheng was eager to know everything about Nie Qiu, just like he was eager to know his weaknesses before.

Want to know what he likes, what he doesn't like, his habits, bad or good.

He knew Nie Qiu's habit of holding a knife. He folded his five fingers together and put his thumb against the handle of the knife. He knew that Nie Qiu always liked to exert force with his wrist. It will stay at the mouth of the sheath for a while.

Now he wants to know something else, not talking about swords, only talking about Fengyue, only talking about the vast mist between his eyebrows.

However, Fang Qisheng is not someone who just sits and waits to die, nor will he give up his ambitions because of love.

During the 20 days of waiting for the Kunlun Cave to open, Fang Qisheng would not just wait here.

Because he still has something to do, things that can only be done at this time node.

When Nie Qiuyou woke up, it was already dawn, and the warm morning sun covered the scorched mountain with a haze. When I looked up, there seemed to be a scroll of cloth rushing down from the top of the mountain, winding Covered the entire mountain.

However, he didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of him, because he soon realized——he let Fang Qisheng hang out—at night.

—Ye Wumeng's lightheartedness turned into panic in an instant, almost breaking him into a cold sweat.

Nie Qiu straightened up, turned his head cautiously to look at Fang Qisheng next to him, and wanted to see his expression at this time.

Fang Qisheng's expression was normal, not as sullen as Nie Qiu had imagined. Seeing that Nie Qiu woke up, he rubbed his sore shoulders, looked sideways at him, fluttered-swept, and said politely, "You're awake. "

Without waiting for Nie Qiu to show apologetic eyes, he threw out a question: "Nie Qiu, what are your plans for the future?"

Nie Qiu looked into Fang Qisheng's eyes, and he suddenly realized something like a soul.

Sure enough, after receiving Nie Qiu's response, Fang Qisheng tapped his finger on the sword box intentionally or unintentionally, and without hesitation, he said, "I'm going to kill Wen Zhanxing next, and draw Fu Chonghong to the Demon Sect. You have to get up!" ?"

His tone was as casual as if he was going to the next town to buy desserts, and there was a bit of obvious temptation.

The author has something to say: I feel that my description is getting more and more abstract...

感谢在2021-02-11?17：38：41～2021-02-14?14：55：27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 piece of flying snow and cherry blossoms;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Bai Lusheng, Youzixie, ah, maybe it’s Pai Daxing, Baiyun Deep, Winter Solstice? 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: moon? 20 bottles; Dagu? 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!