The bright moon sits on the ground

Fang Qisheng wrung out the wet towel, and water droplets fell into the barrel, splashing and churning.

Through a door and the sound of the wind, he heard the muffled sound of liquid falling on the ground, the crisp sound of a wine glass hitting the wooden table, and then, Nie Qiu's resounding words "In the future,? I will remember death with life."

Nie Qiu should have completely let go, Fang Qisheng thought.

He used to always feel that Nie Qiu was out of tune with this world, and there was a subtle sense of separation, as if there was a barrier that wrapped him tightly, impermeable to the wind, neither the outside wind could come in nor the inside wind blow out , Nie Qiu can be regarded as a gentle temperament, polite, but always makes people feel alienated, that kind of distance that cannot be eliminated makes him look very cold.

People in this world, every move, is nothing more than a matter of life and death, but Nie Qiu cares neither for life nor for death.

Even though he was beheaded by Qi Qianyuan on the inviting fairy platform, Nie Qiu's expression didn't change much at that time. It was just shock, but he smiled slightly with a hint of mockery. Not even Not the slightest bit of anger and despair.

Jiang Li wished that the wind and waves would not be big enough to smash her to pieces, and Nie Qiu wished that the fire would burn more intensely so that he could be burned to ashes. The former is for ideals, while the latter probably feels that the world is so big without him. home.

Fortunately, Nie Qiu gradually changed his mind after being reborn. He may not have noticed it himself, but Fang Qisheng knew very well that Nie Qiu was even more smug than before, and even his sincere smile that he had never shown before became fresh.

Among them, the most important reason is that Nie Qiu has begun to fear death.

He was covered in blood, his face was haggard, and his eyes were dull. On the night when he was at the helm of the Demon Cult, he still held on tightly when he was coaxed to sleep by Fang Qisheng. He was afraid that Fang Qisheng would disappear, and he seemed to be afraid of him. will disappear again.

Fear is not always a negative emotion, at least, it is an emotion that people are born with and should have.

It is because you want to live that you fear death, not death itself.

Nie Qiu said that in the next few decades, he will remember death with his life, and regard himself as a symbol, a symbol of Shen Yunge's past existence, and those vague and illusory memories are not fake, he can calmly say Say that happened.

Only by facing the past calmly can we truly let go of the past.Fang Qisheng thought about it, put the towel on the edge of the wooden barrel, did not go straight out, hesitated for a moment, and decided to leave the moonlight outside the door to Nie Qiu and the time for quietness to flow. As for him, he will go out later It is not too late to pour water, it is always a matter of time, and there is no rush for a while.

Fang Qisheng's hair was still half-wet and not dry. He never liked to dry his hair too dry. He hurriedly wiped off the water droplets and then put the dry towel down. He didn't care if he would get a headache after the wind blew. The strands of hair lay calmly on the neck covered with some water stains, and were dragged down by the water droplets rolling from the temples, spreading to the depths of the loose skirt, soaking the color of the piece of fabric deeper, like a pan The darkly lit crow feather folded its wings and rested temporarily on his chest.

He walked a few steps, thinking of what Nie Qiu said, and remembering that this was the room where Nie Qiu lived when he was a child, he suddenly became interested.

In fact, Fang Qisheng has always been curious about what Nie Qiu was like when he was a child. Nie Qiu once said that when he first entered Shenyun Pavilion, he was mistaken for a girl by his senior brother. He was still young and his bones had not grown, so he couldn't tell the difference It is also a normal thing.

However, after he said that, Fang Qisheng became even more curious about how cute the child carved in powder and jade was.

The room has been cleaned once, and there is still a faint smell of dust. It is old for a long time, as if an ancient book has been opened.

In such a small room, there is naturally no portrait of Nie Qiu when he was a child. Presumably, he is not the kind of person who is so narcissistic that he would ask someone to paint himself. It's possible.

However, in such a small room, Nie Qiu's unrestrained youth was carried silently.

On the edge of the sandalwood table, there are a few finger-widths where the color is lighter. Perhaps Nie Qiu often reads at the desk here.

The bookshelves are full of various types of books. Nie Qiu read a lot of books when he was a child, books about etiquette, books about martial arts, books about business, books about Confucianism, books about medicine, and some are full of myths. Colorful ancient books, and even transcription booklets about humanities and customs, covering everything, Fang Qisheng flipped through it, and it was filled with neat small characters.

There is also a small stool next to it, and footprints can be seen faintly. Nie Qiu should use this stool to get the books on the upper floor.

In addition, Fang Qisheng also discovered that Nie Qiu hid some small gadgets in the dark compartment at the head of the bed: the crickets made of hay, maybe a senior gave him; the ugly and messy tassels, maybe he It was the first time I made it with the help of my senior sister; the embroidered doll with the pattern of a bunny, the stitches are delicate and lifelike, maybe it was embroidered for him by another senior sister of his.

He pushed the secret compartment back and added a note in his heart, and then he had to remember to remind Nie Qiu to take it with him when he left, so as not to get wet.

Fang Qisheng himself likes to collect such gadgets. For this reason, Zhou Ru told him several times, sighed, and asked him whether he was a nesting swallow or a winter squirrel, but most of the things he collected were from other sects. It's just a spoil of war.

After walking around in circles, Fang Qisheng was almost familiar with Nie Qiu's room, and he was about to turn the guest into the master.

He thought in his heart that the time was almost up, so he picked up the wooden bucket, prepared to open the door to go out to pour water, and called Nie Qiu to take a bath by the way.

The rotten wooden door squeaked open with a long and thin sound, revealing the scene in the courtyard.

There was no one in the yard, only the bright moonlight, accompanied by the white bones, kept silent in the dark night.

Fang Qisheng frowned slightly. He deliberately didn't listen to the movement in the courtyard just now, so he naturally didn't know when Nie Qiu left, and he didn't know why Nie Qiu chose to leave at this time, obviously he should come at this time Asked if he was done washing——Fang Qisheng stepped forward, and there was a long handle lying quietly on the table.Knife, like a strange omen.

He put down the wooden barrel in his hand, stretched out his hand to pick up the knife, and looked it over and over again, there was no doubt that it was Hanshuang knife.

It's so strange, Fang Qisheng thought, a good-looking person disappeared without even holding a knife.

Speaking of which, the Hanshuang knife was out of its sheath, and the blade was shining coldly under the bright moonlight, like frost and snow, with no blood stains on it, and the scabbard was only a few inches away from the knife, so it was not biased. The leaning was obviously not put down in a hurry, only the wooden chair was pushed out of the way, other than that, there was nothing unusual about it.

This Hanshuang knife belonged to Nie Qiu, why?Just want to catch up with the past?Because this knife was left to him by his master?

Then, why did he leave in a hurry while reminiscing about the past, so restless that he even forgot to take his own knife?

Fang Qisheng thought for a moment, then went to pour out the bucket of cold water first, and put the wooden bucket by the door casually. He tied up his black hair, put on his outer robe, and when he turned around to close the door, he put the four-season sword box and The Frost Knives were all taken in case of accidents.

This Shenyun Pavilion is not too big. After stepping out of the courtyard, Fang Qisheng saw a Xuanwu Sect disciple not long after. He waved his hand to call him over and asked, "Did you see the right guardian just now? Where is he going?" gone?"

"Reporting to the leader, the guardian right is in a hurry, as if he was looking for something. I was far away, so I didn't hear what he said." The Xuanwu disciple who was dressed in black said respectfully, pointing to a Direction, "He went over there."

Seeing that Fang Qisheng was about to leave, he said, "Master, do you need your subordinates to notify the sect master to block this place?"

"No need." Fang Qisheng stopped and asked again, "Did you see any suspicious people when you came?"

The Xuanwu Sect disciple shook his head. Fang Qisheng was not surprised by the answer. He even suspected for a moment that Nie Qiu was terrified, but Nie Qiu is not such a person who is easily scared. Something must have happened to make him so flustered. .

The day when the Kunlun Cave will be opened is getting closer, and Fang Qisheng doesn't want anything unfavorable to them to happen before that.

However, this is not something he can decide, and he even has a vague premonition in his heart, knowing that this is bad news.

Bypassing the abandoned martial arts arena, and walking through the vine-covered pavilion, looking far away, the towering mountain on which Shenyun Pavilion is backed fell forward, and the clouds could not cover the steep cliff, which could only make it look more dangerous. When they got close, they felt that the mountain hidden in the darkness was crumbling, as if it would collapse completely in the next moment, burying them like a blizzard.

He suppressed his uneasiness, took a deep breath, and knew that Nie Qiu should be in front, so he continued walking.

The shadows in the night are more like ghosts and ghosts, the dim moonlight, the whirling tree shadows, are connected into one piece by sticky spider webs, the roots are broken, and there are gusts of wind, constantly squeezing in the gaps, wisps of chill rushing towards the face, Fang Qisheng originally thought that the sudden drop in temperature was his illusion, but he didn't realize that Nie Qiu used the copper bell of the Bu family to summon ghosts until the long bell rang.

The bursts of cold air gushed into Nie Qiu's sleeve robe, blowing his robe into billows, like the curling clouds of Wushan.

Nie Qiu lowered his arm, and the sound of the copper bell faded away. He raised his hand to stop Fang Qisheng from approaching him. He didn't immediately explain what he had done to him, but looked up at the towering cliff in front of him for a long while. , as if suppressing some emotion, he paused every word, and slowly spit out a few words from between his lips and teeth: "Before getting married, you should be happy."

Fang Qisheng responded without any emotion, and Nie Qiu couldn't tell whether it was approval or opposition.

"So, can I wait until after that?" he said. "I don't want to spoil my rare good mood at a time like this."

"You don't sound like you're in a good mood." Fang Qisheng said in an uncompromising tone, "Tell me now."

When Nie Qiu heard this, he turned around—probably Nie Qiu also expected that he would say that, so he didn’t even struggle—Fang Qisheng was even a little afraid to see his face covered in blood, but fortunately, Nie Qiu just looked gloomy, There was no trace of blood on his body.

"Shengsheng, you can treat my next words as nonsense, or as my delusions. In short, I hope this is just my guess." Nie Qiu took Fang Qisheng's hand, together with the one in his hand. Hanshuang Knife was also gathered in his palm, holding it gently, "I told you, Master uses two knives, and when I left, he also left those two knives to me."

"Those two knives, one is called Hanshuang, and the other is called Drinking Fire."

Fang Qisheng suddenly understood something, but he didn't interrupt, just waiting for Nie Qiu to express his conclusion.

"When I escaped from Shenyun Pavilion, the fire-drinking knife was broken abruptly. After a few years, I got my revenge. After I returned to Shenyun Pavilion, I put the broken knife here. From then on It was never taken away again.”

"I remember clearly that I put the Fire Drinking Knife by Master's side. However, when I took out the Hanshuang Knife and was about to bring the Fire Drinking Knife that I hadn't seen for a long time, I But I can’t find that knife.” When Nie Qiu said this, he felt absurd, “A long, broken knife in a lost place, how could it suddenly disappear?”

Fang Qisheng was silent for a while, and asked, "So do you think someone took the Fire Drinking Knife before us?"

"No one in Xuanwumen has ever seen that knife. I called the red ghost to look for it. I searched the entire Shenyun Pavilion, but I couldn't find even a shadow." Nie Qiu said, "I'm very curious. Two-piece knife, what is the person who took it going to use it for?"

This incident itself does not frighten Nie Qiu. He can be sure that there is nothing special about the Fire Drinking Knife. The Fire Drinking Knife is a memory for him, but it is useless for others. At most, it only affected Nie Qiu's emotions, and it didn't have a substantial impact on him. After thinking about it, it was these details that frightened him.

How did that person know that Shen Yun Pavilion was deep in the bamboo forest, and how did he pass through many formations?How did that person know that the Fire Drinking Knife was in the Shenyun Pavilion, right here with the master, and how could he be so calm, as if he knew everything?

And, he also wanted to know if the person who took the knife...was Xu Lang.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-08?09：00：00～2021-03-11?21：00：00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

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