The bright moon sits on the ground

When leaving Shenyun Pavilion, Nie Qiu didn't look back.

They had to arrive in Kunlun before the full moon. Time was tight. Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng paid homage in the morning. Don’t mention the round bridal chamber. At noon, they hurried on the road after filling their stomachs. .

However, even though they were in a hurry, they were idle when they were on the road.

Nie Qiu looked at the light-colored sachet in his hand. He didn't feel bored. Fang Qisheng felt bored watching it. He couldn't help but tell him not to look at it. Put it away quickly. He put on a sly look, squinted his eyes, and said with obvious complacency in his tone, "It's all mine already,? Why can't I see it?"

Fang Qi choked for a moment. The more he looked at it, the more he felt a headache. It wasn't regret, it was just...

"I am right in front of you." He said, "You still want to be in front of me? Take what I gave you to see things and think about others?"

When he was in Lihe Town, he went to the market.Fang Qisheng intended to taste the freshly baked soft pastries, but he happened to see a stall selling sachets. Among them was the azure sachet, embroidered with lingering flow patterns. He was not interested in these small things at first, but suddenly I thought of Nie Qiu for a while, and I bought it out of my own pocket.

Speaking of which, judging from the time, Nie Qiu was in the inn at that time, and he should have just been writing a reply to Zhang Yu.

Then, just this morning, after paying homage, Fang Qisheng was partly impulsive, partly thoughtful, and always felt that Nie Qiu had given him so many things, scattered and scattered, all of which were cherished by Nie Qiu himself. And what he gave to Nie Qiu was few and far between.

He drew his sword and cut off a strand of black hair, put it in the sachet, like a coiling snake, lying docilely in Nie Qiu's palm.

The remaining strand of long hair was so short, it was too obvious, so Fang Qisheng simply braided a scorpion-shaped braid, fastened the end with a silver ring, hidden among the loose hair, faintly visible , Swimming fish rises and falls with the tide.

How Nie Qiu likes it, he has to take it out every now and then, and when he raises his eyes, he sees the short braid hanging on Fang Qisheng's shoulder. They all say that the body, hair and skin are inherited from his parents, and Fang Qisheng cuts his hair as a gift. , is enough to prove the importance of Nie Qiu in his heart. Every time Nie Qiu thinks of this and thinks that they are married, he can't help laughing.

Hearing what Fang Qisheng said, he obediently put away the sachet and said, "It's all about loving the house and the crow."

Before leaving, Fang Qisheng did not forget to remind Nie Qiu to bring those things in the dark compartment beside his bed. He remembered, found a mahogany box, put it in a box, and put it by his side. Find a place to put them away.

Halfway, Huang Sheng sent a letter. Fang Qisheng raised his hand and took the note from the white-headed black-feathered eagle's leg. He opened it and saw that the handwriting was extremely scrawled and full of dissatisfaction. He asked when he and Nie Qiu would arrive. It's been a few days.

Fang Qisheng looked at it, put it down, and didn't intend to go back at all, looked up at Nie Qiu, and said, "Huang Sheng has arrived."

Nie Qiu nodded, opened the curtain, and looked out, but Kunlun was nowhere to be seen. The towering pitch-black mountain range was hidden behind the curling clouds and mist in the distance. No one would believe that there was such a mysterious mountain in such a remote place unless they saw it with their own eyes. Dangerous mountain.

However, the closer you get to Kunlun, the more Nie Qiu can feel that familiar and palpitating temptation. He vaguely felt it when he came last time, and this time it is more clear. It is not that he is walking towards the mountain, but It was the mountain that came towards him, pushed aside all the difficulties and obstacles for him, opened up the deep secrets, and invited him to come. The terrible danger even excited him.

Waste goes quickly and comes quickly. When I go, I have nothing, and when I come back, I have nothing.

After Bu Chenrong heard Xu Hua's report, she lowered her eyes to the purple-colored mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in front of her, and stars dotted with golden light all over it. She looked at the map of Vientiane, pondered for a long time, spent two and a half days, and finally Said the word "can".

These two simple words seem to weigh a thousand catties after being uttered in vain.Nie Qiu understands that Bu Chenrong must have thought it out before saying it. She understands how dangerous this matter is and how important it is, better than anyone else, even Nie Qiu herself. It is something that can be avoided and must be done, so I will be more cautious.

Now that Bu Chenrong's approval has been obtained, Nie Qiu puts an extra chip on the scale of the odds.

Huang Sheng's anxious urging was in vain, Nie Qiu thought, they must solve those mysteries before arriving in Kunlun.

As the night fell, the carriage that had been bumping all day finally had a chance to stop. The disciples of the Xuanwu Sect stood guard nearby. There were only Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng in the carriage. The curtains were drawn tight and the lamps were lit. The darkness dissipates to the four corners.

Nie Qiu took out eighteen stones from his bosom. They were round and smooth, and there was a trace of coldness in his palm, as if holding ice cubes in his hand, but what they condensed was as deep as midnight, As if nothing could make it ripple.

It was not the first time that Fang Qisheng saw him use this kind of black stone for divination. After that night of life and death, both he and Nie Qiu had an inexplicable resistance to the stone from Xu Lang.Unless it is absolutely necessary, they don't want to take this opportunity to easily touch those strange and magnificent legends, which symbolize the mysterious foreign fairy mountain, Kunlun.

What should he do?He thought that the [-]% chance that Nie Qiu allocated to him was just obvious favoritism.

He has always been calm and takes everything under his control, so he doesn't like this feeling of being out of control even more.

Seeing Fang Qisheng frowning tightly, Nie Qiu smoothed the towering mountains between his eyebrows with his fingertips, and then pointed to the stones that had been placed on the table, and said, "Look, this is a hexagram, taught by Xu Lang. For my divination technique, when I first learned it, I just followed the steps written in the book, and after using it more times, I gradually got a little bit of tricks.”

"In Shenyun Pavilion's bamboo forest formation, I found that you not only followed me out of the formation, in fact, Shengsheng, did you see the eye of the formation?" Nie Qiu tapped lightly on the stone with his fingertips Knocked and said, "In the Shenyun Pavilion, there is a green bamboo that is similar in color to other bamboos, but the branches are not growing upward, but slightly downward, that is the eye of the bamboo forest formation. If the fake bamboo goes southeast, even a seven or eight-year-old child can walk out of this formation."

"I have always heard that Master Anmen of Qinglongmen is good at solving formations. I think you should have studied with him for a while before." He was not surprised to see Fang Qisheng nodding, and then he expressed his thoughts, "This divination The technique of divination seems to be mysterious, but it is actually similar to setting up and breaking the formation. It is the key point. However, the cause of the event is different, the conditions are different, and the timing is different. The eyes of the divination formation will change accordingly, unless the hexagram It's out, the formation is set, otherwise we won't be able to see where the formation is."

Fang Qisheng pondered for a while, and said, "I probably understand what you mean."

The phrase "this time, can you keep looking at me?" is not only Nie Qiu's relief, but also a kind of entrustment.

Seeing that he understood what he meant, Nie Qiu patted his tense arm and said, "However, I hope we won't be forced to the last resort. If you don't have a chance to use your eyes, that's what I foresee. best results."

Different from the last time, Nie Qiu is sure this time. However, he is too close to Kunlun, so he doesn't know if things will go wrong because of this. If not, then it's best. If so, then he will retreat I personally entrusted it to Fang Qisheng.

Nie Qiu exhaled slowly, turned over his wrist, and rang the copper bell in his sleeve.The copper bell covered with vine-like blood-colored patterns trembled, and the sound of the bell gradually rose. Suddenly, the carriage was filled with a cold and damp atmosphere, filling every cramped corner. The shadow stranded and quieted down, but not completely extinguished.

"Excuse me, both of you." He said in his heart, Hong Gui and Xu Hua nodded slightly, and each floated to the north and south corners.

For him, when there is no right time and place in this world, the only thing Nie Qiu can control is Renhe. He has already considered all the things he should consider, and has done all the things that can be done. It's just luck.

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng looked at each other, neither of them said anything, his gaze was slightly entangled with Fang Qisheng's, and they were separated as soon as they were touched, and soon sank down, staring at the stones on the table, after a while, he rolled up his sleeves , raise your hand and press one——

The stones collided and moved around one by one, crackling, like the sound of cold rain hitting the eaves, the lamp in the lamp was burning more and more intensely, and the sound of sparks splashing could be heard from time to time, exploding in his ears. The sound, the clear sound of collision and splash gradually blended into a more familiar sound, as if it was really raining, and the rain fell into the gurgling water.

He probably lost his mind, for a moment, or a few breaths, he didn't know when it started.

The hexagram shown by the stone under his hand is an affirmative answer. Xu Lang took the Fire Drinking Knife—Nie Qiu was not surprised. He raised his head and wanted to tell Fang Qisheng the result. The scene melted.

Yes, melt.The burning fire in the carriage gradually faded the moment he raised his eyes, like an ice cube melting in the heat, revealing what was inside, whether it was a piece of carrion or something else, no one would know unless he saw it with his own eyes.

The night was boiling and burning, and the stars in the sky rolled down into the Milky Way, turning into lead water. Nie Qiu thought it should be hot.

It is clearly a deep night, but it is more dazzling and warmer than a sunny day. The bright moon is hidden behind the clouds, and the curtain of the evening wind is dotted with dots of light. Are they stars, or are they gradually burning candles, or are they twins? Silent eyes?

He didn't know, he was even numb, he didn't feel the slightest fear, he just looked down at the scene in front of him.

Nie Qiu remembered this place. He remembered that when the river was in high tide, red, white and white colors would float on the bottom of the water, which was the light reflected by the carp's scales. hands.

This is Yaoxiantai, but it is different from the familiar Yaoxiantai in his memory.

At least, he never knew that there was a gazebo in the pool of Yaoxian Terrace. It seemed to be floating on the water. The base and a small part of the stone pillars were submerged in the tide water. , was surrounded and lifted up by the turbulent clouds and sea waves, even without the afterglow of the moonlight, he could still clearly see the agility of the Golden Crow.

There are four figures in the pavilion, indistinct, and the censer in the pavilion is burning with steaming clouds, covering their figures.

Nie Qiu seemed to understand something suddenly. Looking up, the galaxy in the night sky seemed to be twisted into four strands by an invisible hand, forming a long flowing river where the four people were sitting. The stars are in a mess and fall around.

Is this... the "Four Images Overturned" that Bu Chenrong saw that night?