The bright moon sits on the ground

As soon as Huang Sheng was pronounced, a phantom appeared in Nie Qiu's mind.

The person who took this name might have meant something good, Sheng, which means prosperity, but he abruptly changed the meaning of the word into a domineering Sheng character.

If there is anyone in the Demon Sect who is most notorious besides the leader and the masters of the four sects, it is Huang Sheng.

He is eccentric and irritable, and he doesn't care about other things when he does it. In the end, people from all factions in the righteous way try to avoid contact with him. Even Nie Qiu only talked to him once.

It was the first time and the last time, when he slaughtered hundreds of people in Huangfu in his last life.

It was a raging fire that almost swallowed the world.

Nie Qiu had a rare feeling of compassion. He stopped Huang Sheng who was about to rush into the flames, his voice became more and more erratic in the flames, "Are you going in now because you want to be burned to death inside? Huang Sheng, rightly, the others are not I will let you go. But I will give you a stick of incense time to leave, and after a stick of incense, I will set off to chase you, and if I catch up with you, I will never show mercy to you."

This always arrogant young man stared at the crackling flames as if he had lost his soul, and tears rolled down his cheeks as soon as he rolled, "A stick of incense will let me leave? Nie Qiu—"

"Do you think I'll run away? Either you kill me now, or I kill you." He laughed loudly with tears on his face, "Chang Jinyu hasn't taught me anything good for so many years, Just taught me one thing..."

Nie Qiu pulled himself out of the memory.

Fang Qisheng raised his hand slightly, and the fierce and beautiful eagle flew away.

He pressed his temples and said: "My junior brother has been against me since he was a child, and it gradually got better after he grew up."

"Then you still hate him so much?"

Fang Qisheng's legs clamped the horse's belly, and the two continued to ride their horses towards Xiayan City, which was close at hand. Then he said indifferently: "When we were young, we poisoned each other's meals and gave them to each other secretly. The other party made trouble, and then went to the master to complain... Although I didn’t do this kind of thing again, I usually don’t want to see the other party.”

"After all, Huang Sheng is still so annoying no matter how old he is."

Xiayan City was getting closer and closer, and the two of them were not in a hurry, chatting leisurely on horseback.

"My master told me to get up early and go to bed late every day. Every day I was not practicing martial arts or studying." Fang Qisheng said slowly, "And he raised Huang Sheng as his own son, and he was used to him all day long. , hold it in your hand for fear of falling. Huang Sheng was arrogant and domineering before he became a teacher. After he became a teacher, he became even more aggressive. With my brother here, if I don’t follow his style, he is naturally very displeased. Happy."

All in all, Fang Qisheng was raised as the next leader, and Huang Sheng was raised as his own son.

But others, Huang Sheng, were spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and everyone in the Huang family treated him like a baby, but Fang Qisheng lost his parents when he was young, and wandered alone in the rivers and lakes since he was a child.

Fang Qisheng is straightforward, and Huang Sheng is a pampered master. After the two met, they hit it off right away. Even when they started fighting, they would find trouble for each other for the next ten years, never tired of it.

It was their master who had a headache, and he was reluctant to punish Huang Sheng. Fang Qisheng couldn't grasp the handle on the other side, so he punished them both every time. Huang Sheng was not allowed to eat for a day, and Fang Qisheng Day is only allowed to learn from oneself.

In the end, Huang Sheng couldn't hold it anymore. Fang Qisheng was in pain, and Huang Sheng was suffering both mentally and physically. The Huang family had money in the first place, and he had never been hungry since he was a child. What a terrible thing it is to not be able to eat, so I begged the master immediately to let him learn martial arts like Fang Qisheng.

This repetition made both Fang Qisheng and Huang Sheng somewhat successful in their martial arts.

At this point, they had already reached the gate of the city.

"Huang Sheng wants to compete with me to see which one is more favored by Master." Fang Qisheng sneered, "Only he would be so naive as to want to fight for such things."

He took advantage of the situation and asked, "By the way, where did you learn from?"

At this time, Huang Sheng was already well-known in the Jianghu. If he is a righteous person, he should have heard of him, but Fang Qisheng said Huang Sheng's name openly this time, and he didn't know if he wanted to test it. Let’s take a look at Nie Qiu’s reaction — logically speaking, if someone is on the righteous side, from the three words “Ji Wanghe” at the beginning, to Fang Qisheng’s question about the Demon Sect before, and now to the sentence “Huang Sheng is my junior brother” In other words, it is basically certain that Fang Qisheng is the leader of the Demon Cult.

If he had been in his previous life, he would have been secretly vigilant at this moment, but it's a pity that Nie Qiu knew about it a long time ago.

Nie Qiu didn't hide it, and replied without a trace of emotion on his face: "I study under Shen Yunge."

Seeing that Fang Qisheng looked unfamiliar with these three words, Nie Qiu explained: "Of course you haven't heard of it. Shenyun Pavilion, I was the only disciple left five years ago."

Seeing his calm face, Fang Qisheng inexplicably felt his throat tighten, "Why?"

"It's just the past, and there's nothing to talk about." The nipples around Nie Qiu's waist swayed slightly with his movements, and he pulled the tassels tied on the knife, looking at the gradually darkening sky, and said, " Now is not a good time to talk about the past. If there is a day when the clouds will bloom, the moon will be bright, and the sky will be full of stars, I will tell you again while taking advantage of this opportunity."

Seeing that he didn't want to mention it, Fang Qisheng didn't ask any more.

It's just——Fang Qisheng thought about it, wondering whether this incident had something to do with the coldness in Nie Qiu's eyes that day.

The officers and soldiers stationed at the gate of Xiayan City were nodding their heads once and for all, with their eyes slightly closed, as if they had fallen into a light sleep. They didn't even know that they had entered the wide open city gate, and only muttered curses after being awakened by the sound of horseshoes After a few sentences, he fell asleep again.

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng returned the horses to the post station not far from the city gate, and then walked in.

The difference from the previous village is that even in the evening, the city is still very lively. Paper lanterns have been hung on the tall buildings on both sides, hawkers on the street are shouting and selling, and young women gather in groups at small stalls. Playing and choosing accessories, the children were chasing each other with sugar figurines in their hands.

There was a boy who was only five or six years old. He turned his head and made faces at the chasers behind him while running forward. He didn't check whether there was anyone in front of him. He just laughed and ran into someone's arms the next moment. inside.

Nie Qiu noticed him when he was approaching, but instead of avoiding it, he stretched out his hand to gently support his body.

The boy bumped into his arms, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the person in front of him. When he really saw Nie Qiu's face clearly, he couldn't help but stared blankly at him, even dropping the sugar figurine in his hand. I don't know if I'm on the ground.

After Nie Qiu supported him, he let go of his hand. Seeing the boy staring straight at him, he felt a little funny in his heart, until the boy's mother came after him out of breath, He felt something was wrong when he thanked him.

The emotion in the woman's eyes was actually very complicated, she thanked in a low voice and pulled the boy away.

"Mother, this son looks so good—"

From a distance, the clear voice of the young boy reached Nie Qiu's ears.

Immediately afterwards came the voice of the young mother, "Okay, stop talking! Let's go..."

Nie Qiu glanced around calmly, only to see the people around him look at him one after another because of the commotion before, and then they all looked strange, whispering something to the people beside them, Nie Qiu could only vaguely hear words such as "it's a pity" and "that person" with unclear meanings.

That kind of gaze was not malicious, but it made Nie Qiu feel uncomfortable, let alone Fang Qisheng.

It wasn't until Nie Qiu hurriedly bought a bamboo hat and put it on, covering his face, that the sights that had been following him slowly disappeared.

Nie Qiu tugged on the veil, and after covering the curved lips and chin, he said sullenly, "Do I look so strange?"

Fang Qisheng was silent for a moment, "It's not strange..."

If it is considered strange to be too good-looking, then it would be too embarrassing for Nie Qiu.

However, although Nie Qiu is good-looking, it is not yet to the extent of shocking the world. It is not enough to cause people to look sideways. The reaction of those people just now is a bit too much, so it is inevitable that Nie Qiu has a feeling of his own appearance. Suspect.

Since other people stopped looking at them, Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu didn't think about it anymore.

I don't know if Fang Qisheng prepared it in advance, or he has been here several times. In short, Nie Qiu followed him for a while, but I feel that Fang Qisheng is very familiar with Xiayan City, and even remembers a few hidden alleys clearly. Chu.

With Fang Qisheng leading the way, Nie Qiu saw an inn appearing in front of them in a short while.

The inn is much smaller than the well-known Wangshan inn, and the decoration is also average, but it can be regarded as a high-end inn, and it is probably a relatively large inn in Xiayan City.

Although Xiayan City is not particularly prosperous, and there are not many guests on weekdays, the inn is still full of people. Fortunately, Fang Qisheng asked someone to book two ordinary rooms in advance—I don’t know what they are According to the book handed down at the time, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng were able to have a comfortable time in the dust of the past two days.

After making an appointment for half an hour to meet in the lobby, the two went to pack their luggage.

Nie Qiu didn't carry much luggage, so he packed it up quickly.

When he went upstairs, he called Xiao Er and told him to bring up a bucket of hot water in a while. At this time, Nie Qiu had just packed up his things when the door rang at the right time.

Nie Qiu walked over a few steps and opened the door. He had already taken off the bamboo hat at this time. The two little girls were taken aback when they saw him, but they didn't keep staring at him like the group of people on the street before. Look, just glanced at it briefly, then lowered its head, put the barrel away, and left.

The journey for the past two days has been full of dust and dust, and I have never had the opportunity to wash my body and clothes. Although Nie Qiu has no obsessions in this regard, he can't help but want to change his original clothes quickly at this time. Soak well for a while.

He walked around to the screen carved with flowers and birds, took off all the clothes on his body, and put them hastily on the screen, while the copper bell was tied to the handle of the knife. Both things were placed within sight and within reach. place.

Soaking his whole body in hot water, Nie Qiu couldn't help but let out a sigh.

His long, jet-black hair spread out, rising and falling with the waves of the water. He leaned against the barrel, raised his head, closed his eyes, and quietly felt the relaxing temperature.After a while, Nie Qiu opened his eyes, lowered his head, and the water droplets flowed from the lower jaw to the deep depression of the collarbone.He fiddled with the soft and soft water with his fingers, watching the water flow back into the bucket along his fingers, but he was thinking about other things.

It was only two short days, but Nie Qiu felt like it had been a month.

He twisted a strand of wet long hair and watched without blinking a small drop of water falling down the tip of the hair and falling into the barrel, where it merged with other drops of water and was never seen again. up.

In Nie Qiu's last life, since he returned to Nie's family at the age of 20, and held the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, he almost never left the imperial city. After the birth of Sanhuyue, he was elected as an example of righteousness. Since then, I have never "traveled for the sake of traveling", either to eradicate the remnants of the Demon Cult, or to hold various banquets...

He never drank alcohol, and while pushing cups and changing cups, sipping the fragrant tea, he always thought that it would be better to get drunk.

He should live for himself, not for the Nie family, let alone for the righteous way, or the so-called way of heaven.

Nie Qiu pushed the water out in front of his palm, and the water flowed forward slowly, and when it touched the edge of the bucket, it rolled back again.

After the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, he pulled himself out of the vortex that was difficult to escape from. Whether he was a wanton knight, eating and sleeping in the open, wandering around in the rivers and lakes, traveling in mountains and rivers, or being a hermit and living in the mountains, Being isolated from the world seems to be a good choice for Nie Qiu.

Although, it seems unlikely.

Nie Qiu tilted his head and smiled softly, as if mocking himself.

Calculating that the time was almost up, he stopped thinking about those other things, stood up, raised his legs and stepped out of the barrel, turned around and changed into a clean plain white clothes, and wiped his hair until it was half dry. He took the Hanshuang knife casually, wrapped the copper bell around his right wrist, rolled up the cuff, covered it under the long sleeve, and went out.

At this time, there are still more than twenty days before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.