The bright moon sits on the ground

When Nie Qiu went downstairs, he saw Fang Qisheng already waiting for him in the lobby.

Fang Qisheng also changed his clothes. The navy blue color did not make him look unkind like the black color, but it showed a bit of calmness and ease.Originally, he quietly found a corner to sit and drink, which should be unobtrusive, but the sword box on his back made several knights look sideways.

Fang Qisheng himself has no objection to others looking at his weapons, it's better to say that he welcomes them.

After all, his four long swords, Jingming, Chilian, Canfeng and Zhaxue, no matter which one is taken out, they are all famous swords that can be ranked in the Jianghu, even if they are placed in the sword box The blade of the sword is covered, but the exposed hilt can show the extraordinary bearing of the holder.

Nie Qiu didn't forget to put on the bamboo hat before going out, and when he went downstairs, not many people noticed him, and he was happy to take a leisurely walk, walking in front of Fang Qisheng in a few steps.

This Demon Cult leader is not addicted to alcohol, he only takes a sip or two once in a while, just to warm up his body.

As soon as Nie Qiu sat down, he smelled a faint smell of alcohol on his body. He didn't like drinking very much, but at this time, he smelled this smell and became interested in drinking, so he deliberately asked: "Do you like drinking very much? "

"Sometimes I drink it," Fang Qisheng raised his chin in the direction of the others, "it's the same as when they drink tea. It's just that the taste of the wine is stronger, and a couple of sips can refresh people."

"Then..." Nie Qiu asked, resting his chin on his hands, "How about coming to my room for a drink tonight?"

When he spoke, the thin veil swayed slightly with his movements and turned sideways, just revealing the slightest smile on his lips.

Fang Qisheng had already ordered the dishes at this time, and after he had ordered a few words to Xiao Er, he turned around when he heard this, looked at Nie Qiu, and said with some surprise: "I thought you were not good at drinking."

"I don't know how to drink." Nie Qiu admitted, "I just hope that I won't lose my temper too much, so I called you to come too, at least I can stop me when I want to go drunk on the street."

Fang Qisheng really couldn't imagine what Nie Qiu looked like when he was drunk and crazy. He just thought about it and found it a little funny.

"Then I won't be drunk tonight."

As he spoke, he poured the glass of wine in his hand on the ground, as if he didn't intend to drink any more.

Nie Qiu also said: "If you don't get drunk, you won't go home." He leaned over a little, held his sleeve with one hand, lifted the teapot with the other, and poured light tea into their cups.

The copper bell on his right wrist flashed past Fang Qisheng's eyes.

At first, Fang Qisheng wanted to stay with Nie Qiu to resolve the matter because of the copper bell, but when he knew that Bu Chenyuan had given the copper bell of the Bu family to Nie Qiu, he didn't say anything else, and he never mentioned it. Got the words of the copper bell.

He really wasn't the kind of person who insisted on grabbing things that didn't belong to him.

However, the copper bells of the Bu family are very strange, especially the copper bell held by the patriarch on Nie Qiu's wrist. Fang Qisheng was still a little curious. He held it up and watched it carefully for a while.

So Nie Qiu stopped his movements and asked him to take a good look.

Fang Qisheng let go of the copper bell not long after.

"You don't look at it anymore?" Nie Qiu put the teapot back on the table and asked casually.

Fang Qisheng gave a "hmm", and then he grabbed his wrist as if he saw something again.

After he let go of the brass bell, the small brass bell with blood-red edges slid past his fingertips and swayed towards Nie Qiu's sleeve, pulling the red rope around his wrist to shrink inward, and then covered in darkness.

Most of Nie Qiu's wrists looked like burn marks from the intertwined red ropes.

"Burn?" Fang Qisheng asked.

Nie Qiu neither affirmed nor denied.

Fang Qisheng became inexplicably interested, and said: "The shape of this mark is a bit strange, but it looks very similar..."

"like what?"

"Like the moon."

"It's the moon." Nie Qiu smiled and let him look at it openly before withdrawing his hand.

He lowered his right hand, the slightly heavier copper bell sank, pulled the red rope again, and covered the traces of Sanhuyue again.

Nie Qiu's reaction was normal, and Fang Qisheng didn't care. The marks on the left and right were just a bit unique in shape. After reading it, he didn't think there was anything weird about it. After he finished speaking, he stopped mentioning it and took off the sword box on his back , stood by the table.

The food was served quickly. They didn't order any big fish or meat. They were all home-cooked side dishes, but they were much better than the ordinary dry food the two of them had eaten in the past two days, causing Nie Qiu to look at the light side dishes. The feeling of moving.

He took off the bamboo hat and put it aside casually.

Someone nearby noticed Nie Qiu, and they all talked about him in low voices. Nie Qiu frowned calmly, but Fang Qisheng pulled out the Remnant Wind Sword, and pierced the wooden table with his sword as if unintentionally. The sword with a wider groove was nailed to the side of the table, blocking most of the sights of the group of people who had heard the sound.

Fang Qi kept his face unchanged, pulled out two pairs of chopsticks, and handed a pair to Nie Qiu who was serving a meal, "Hair is still wet."

"I just took a shower, soaked it for a long time, and didn't have time to dry my hair."

Nie Qiu took the chopsticks and handed the bowl to Fang Qisheng.

The clothes he put on at this time are the same color as the previous one, but the style is different. It is more slim, and the line from his shoulders to his waist is clearly defined. From a distance, he looks like a pair of clothes. The appearance of a gentleman.

"Do you usually only wear white clothes?" Fang Qisheng looked him up and down and asked.

"You don't think it looks good?" Nie Qiu took a sip of tea to wash away all the impurities in his stomach, and then picked up the chopsticks.

"It's not ugly," Fang Qisheng said, "it's just that people can't imagine how you look in other colors."

Nie Qiu was about to answer his words, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure appearing at the door of the inn, and he and Fang Qisheng had obviously been seen walking towards this side.

Although he recognized this person, he could only pretend not to know him at this time.

As soon as the man approached, Fang Qisheng noticed it, and just swallowed a few mouthfuls of rice mixed with the dishes, and put down his chopsticks.

Fang Qisheng is one or two years younger than Fang Qisheng, about 17 years old. His eyebrows are full of wantonness, a golden long whip is wrapped around his waist, and he is dressed in a dark red knight outfit. After seeing the two of them, he walked over quickly , happened to walk up to them just as Fang Qisheng put down his chopsticks.

He didn't feel impolite, so he pulled away the bench beside him, picked a distance away from Fang Qisheng, and sat down.

Fang Qisheng didn't want to introduce him to Nie Qiu at all, and Nie Qiu had no choice but to continue eating, watching him pour himself a cup of tea—and then took the silver needle to test whether there was any poison in it as usual. Slowly blowing away the layer of tea leaves floating on the water, he drank a few sips in a very reserved manner.

"What's your name?" He put down the teacup and turned to look at Nie Qiu.

Nie Qiu moved his lips, but Fang Qisheng answered first, "Nie Qiu."

Then he frowned and introduced to Nie Qiu: "Huang Sheng."

Yes, the person in front of him is Fang Qisheng's younger brother, Huang Sheng.

Nie Qiu nodded, and greeted him neither humble nor overbearing, "Hello."

If Fang Qisheng looked like the type not to be messed with at first glance, then Huang Sheng was just the opposite.He seems to be no different from that kind of spoiled young man, with a bit of arrogance on his body, he looks down on everyone else, and he just doesn't care about the world - if you think so, you're totally wrong, The only thing he has in common with those young masters is his arrogance and stubbornness, and he is very different in everything else, especially the fact that he never asks anyone for help.

After all, his martial arts are among the top in the Demon Cult, so there is absolutely no need to ask others for help.

Chang Jinyu, the former leader of the Devil's Cult, Fang Qisheng and Huang Sheng's master, was passing by the Huang Mansion at the beginning, and met the pampered Huang Sheng by chance, and accidentally discovered that he is very talented in martial arts, and he can learn clearly with just a little dialing , Dang even abducted him back to the Demon Sect and accepted him as his closed disciple.

Huang Sheng concluded: "He looks pretty, but his vision is too low."

Fang Qisheng pulled the Remnant Wind Sword out of the wooden table, and there was a muffled sound between the blade of the sword and the table. He turned over his wrist and laid the epee on the table, expressionlessly said: "You have nothing to do What are you doing in Xiayan City?"

He added another sentence: "Speak up if you have something to do, and get out if you have nothing to do."

"You are too slow. Like you, you can only find someone in the year of the monkey? So I had to look for it myself." Huang Sheng looked at Nie Qiu with interest and said, "You What do you think of him?"

Nie Qiu said calmly, "Is Fang Shengsheng?"

Huang Sheng was not surprised when he heard the name out of his mouth. The emotion in his eyes was hidden, his face showed a bit of hostility, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

"Very polite, very nice." Nie Qiu said honestly.

Fang Qisheng's mouth twitched.

Huang Sheng's side was even more exaggerated, with an expression of swallowing a fly, and finally turned to Fang Qisheng, "He actually said that you are very polite and a good person."

"Did you guys agree to deal with me?" He took a sip of tea, as if he wanted to swallow the fishbone stuck in his throat that made his face change, then he stood up and walked towards the door. "Come out, I have something to tell you."

Nie Qiu said the words "Fang Shengsheng" on purpose. He saw that Huang Sheng was trying to test him, so he fulfilled his wish and gave Fang Qisheng's pseudonym, that is, told Huang Sheng. Fang Qisheng didn't tell him. his own true identity.

So when Huang Sheng wanted to talk about important things with Fang Qisheng, he avoided Nie Qiu.

Although he didn't deal with Fang Qisheng, he had never had a disagreement with Fang Qisheng on the Devil's Cult.

Fang Qisheng's face remained unchanged, he sat where he was, took a deep look at Nie Qiu with those slightly cold eyes, then stood up, and said, "I have no appetite. Go back after you finish eating. "

Nie Qiu nodded, and Fang Qisheng put the Remnant Wind Sword back into the box, put the box on his back, and went out with Huang Sheng.

Looking at the back of Fang Qisheng's departure, Nie Qiu unconsciously stroked the mark on his wrist. A table of food was in front of him, but he also lost his appetite. He swallowed a mouthful of food and felt it was chewy.

Fang Qisheng's last look made Nie Qiu think that he had exposed something.

Was it a little deliberate just now?

Those scorching gazes stuck to Fang Qisheng's body after he left. Nie Qiu had no appetite at first, and was watched by others, so he ate something casually, filled his stomach half full, and left silver taels, also left.

By the way, he ordered Xiao Er to bring up some jars of wine, then went upstairs and returned to his room.