The bright moon sits on the ground

His hair was still a little wet, so Nie Qiu asked Xiao Er, who had just put down the wine jar, to lift down the cold wooden barrel, then pushed open the window, and leaned against the window to look out at the completely darkened night.

He hadn't turned on the lamp yet, and the room he lived in was on the fourth floor, and the crowd below was bustling, but few of them noticed him.

The evening wind picked up gradually, and the tepid breeze blew over the ends of Nie Qiu's hair, and it didn't take long for most of it to dry.

Nie Qiu lowered his eyes and looked at the paper lanterns on the side of the street. The pale yellow candlelight gave people the illusion that his body was warming up. , his mind is full of disturbing things, and he is the kind of meticulous and serious type. At this time, he will always think over and over again...

But this time Nie Qiu didn't think about anything.

Since the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony will not be held for some time, why should he bother with others at this time?

He stroked the black hair hanging on his shoulders, and the smooth and long hair flowed through his fingertips. After feeling that the wet hair was almost dry, Nie Qiu turned around and lit the candle.

The candle flame flickered slowly, casting a faint light on the room.

Huang Sheng.Nie Qiu thought in his heart.

He didn't expect to see Huang Sheng so soon.

He doesn't remember much about the people who died under his knife, but he has a deep impression on Huang Sheng.

Nie Qiu remembered that Huang Sheng was the kind of genius who could master it as soon as he learned it. Unfortunately, unlike Fang Qisheng, he didn't pay enough attention to learning martial arts, so even though Fang Qisheng's talent was average, his martial arts skills were better than Huang Sheng's after ten years.

If he hadn't met Chang Jinyu, he would probably be no different from an ordinary son now—although the Huang family has a deep family background, it is not as powerful as the Nie family. At most, it can be regarded as a wealthy family in a remote town. The generations were originally commoners, so there were no such strict family rules. Huang Sheng's family were all honest and simple people, they had never done anything harmful to nature, and they often helped the people in one side.

It's a pity that the most beloved youngest son was taken by the leader of the Devil's Cult, and he abducted him to the Devil's Cult.

That fire was not set by Nie Qiu or the righteous people, it was clearly set by the Huang family themselves.

He never regretted what he did, and he didn't want to make any excuses for himself, but in Huang Sheng's case, he was indeed at fault, so when the emperor wanted to confront him, he couldn't refute it with a single word.

Nie Qiu tapped his fingers on the table suddenly hard, and the sudden muffled sound woke him up.

Huang Sheng is not dead in this life.

Since he was reborn, various memories of his previous life often intersect with what happened in this life. Sometimes Nie Qiu even felt that he was divided into two parts forcibly, and one part was still in the previous life. The puppet in the middle, and this other part is in this life, he broke free from the cage, but faced with the vast world completely different from before - at a loss.

He had never communicated with Huang Sheng before, but when he saw him today, Nie Qiu found that once he separated his identity from the righteous way, his views on other people were different.

Judging from what he saw and heard today, Huang Sheng didn't do anything wrong.

There are still a few years before the incident in the Huangfu, nothing has happened yet, and there is no sign yet.

Nie Qiu shook his head, reached out and slapped the wine jar aside.

What he wanted was the strongest kind of wine, so as soon as the mud seal was opened, the mellow and rich smell of wine dispersed in the room. The only time Nie Qiu had drunk wine before was when he was 24 years old, before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. For a few days, he was alone at Nie's house, found a gazebo, and drank some by himself.

But the wine I drank that time was relatively clear, not as strong as this time.

I don't know what I look like after I'm drunk, I just hope that I won't be too gaffe.

Nie Qiu poured some wine into the bowl, shook the bowl, looked at the slowly turning vortex by the candlelight, and thought that he shouldn't have too much hope for his drinking capacity, but only hoped that he wouldn't vomit everywhere Both are.

Just smelling the smell of alcohol, Nie Qiu felt dizzy and quite drunk.

Thinking about it, Huang Sheng wasn't the kind of talkative person, he finished things in a few words, so Nie Qiu didn't wait too long, and after a while, there was a knock on his door.

When the night wind blew, most of the smell of wine was blown away.

Nie Qiu put down the wine bowl, walked over to open the door a few steps, and Fang Qisheng was standing outside the door.

Fang Qisheng smelled the smell of alcohol, and walked in with Nie Qiu and asked, "You've already drank some by yourself, haven't you?"

Nie Qiu closed the door and said, "Not yet. Has Huang Sheng left?"

The man in navy blue lifted his hem, sat on the wooden chair, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why mention him?"

"If he hasn't left yet, I would have invited him to drink with me." Nie Qiu sat down and poured Fang Qisheng the wine.

He deliberately led the topic to Huang Sheng's side, and Fang Qisheng followed his words. After putting down the sword box, he looked at him with his chin resting on his hands, and said, "Strange, but you clearly followed his wishes just now."

Nie Qiu raised his head and took a sip of the wine. The strong wine entered his throat, scalding his throat to his lower abdomen with burning pain.

"I did as you wished," he said.

"I never said I wanted you to avoid suspicion." Seeing him drinking, Fang Qisheng picked up the wine bowl himself, touched the bowl with Nie Qiu, and then drank all the strong wine in the bowl, "This wine is quite strong ...Are you really going to get yourself drunk?"

"If I get too drunk, just lock me up." Nie Qiu really didn't have any hope for his drinking capacity. After drinking two bowls, he became a little drunk, "At least don't tell me to run around in the middle of the night to the street."

When Fang Qisheng heard this, he wondered, "Have you never been drunk before?"

Nie Qiu nodded with a hint of alcohol.

"I've seen people who don't say a word when they're drunk, I've seen people who talk nonsense when they're drunk, and I've seen people who keep throwing up after they're drunk." Nie Qiu poured himself another bowl of wine, "I don't think there's a chance I saw you were drunk."

Fang Qisheng slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "It's true that not many people have seen me drunk."

His Adam's apple moved, and he drank another bowl of wine, "I look the same when I'm drunk, so not many people find out that I'm drunk, and they think I'm not drunk for a thousand cups."

Fang Qisheng had drunk a lot of wine, but this wine ranked among the spirits he had drunk.

At this time, after drinking a few bowls of wine with Nie Qiu, his lower abdomen was already scorching hot, as if a raging fire was burning.

You can't drink without interruption. Fang Qisheng put down the wine bowl after thinking this, intending to rest for a while before continuing to drink, but when he looked up, he saw Nie Qiu's appearance clearly at this time through the night light coming in from the window.

In order to dry his hair, Nie Qiu did not tie up his long hair as usual, and the wine bowl was huge, and they had already drank nearly two jars of wine at this time, Nie Qiu was obviously a little drunk, looking at He seemed to be a little flushed, and his long jet black hair was casually draped over his shoulders or wrapped around his wrists... He seemed to be sleepy, and his eyes were vacantly looking out of the window, not knowing what he was looking at.

Sensing Fang Qisheng's gaze, Nie Qiu squinted his eyes and followed his gaze.

He was originally born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, the corners of which are slender and slightly turned up. When he smiles, his eyes bend, and there is a feeling of being drunk but not drunk, full of watery light, it can be said that the eyes are smiling, and the brows are affectionate .

At this time, he was in a state of half-drunk again, and the circle outside his eye sockets was slightly redder.

Fang Qisheng was taken aback, and Nie Qiu said slowly, "Aren't you going to drink?"

I think you're pretty much drunk.Fang Qi was heartbroken, but he just said that he would continue drinking later.

"Has Huang Sheng left?" Nie Qiu asked.

"You mentioned him again?"

Nie Qiu pondered seriously while holding the wine bowl.

After a while, he seemed to recall the previous conversation, and said, "You really told me to avoid suspicion."

Fang Qisheng couldn't help but smiled, "You're starting to talk nonsense."

Nie Qiu seemed to be a little confused, but at least he knew what he was talking about. After pondering for a while, he said, "Next time I meet Huang Sheng, ask him to have a drink together."

"You care about him."

"He looked nice."

Fang Qisheng accidentally spilled a few drops of the wine in the bowl, "Do you think everyone looks good?"

Nie Qiu's head seemed to be heavy, so he had to free up one hand to support his cheek. After hearing what Fang Qisheng said, he shook his head.

This was some time ago when Nie Qiu got drunk.

Nie Qiu wanted to drink, but Fang Qisheng didn't stop him. After all, he had said at the beginning, "If you don't get drunk, you won't go home." Candles lit up the night.

The wine jars by the table were stacked several layers high, and there was not a single drop of wine left in them.

Nie Qiu could talk at the beginning, but later on, he talked less and less. Occasionally, Fang Qisheng would speak a few words when Fang Qisheng said something. Almost asleep.

"You asked me about the Demon Cult before." Nie Qiu almost leaned against the window, turning the wine bowl in his hand, and said suddenly, "Now let me ask you, what do you think of the righteous way?"

Fang Qisheng said: "It's really not good."

Nie Qiu chuckled.

"You are not a righteous person, how do you know what the righteous way is?" He still had a little smile on his face, and the emotions in his eyes were all hidden under the drooping eyelashes, making it difficult for people to see clearly, "I am not a devil." How can the people who teach it freely evaluate the Demon Cult?"

Although Fang Qisheng didn't know what Nie Qiu wanted to say, he vaguely understood what he meant.

Nie Qiu said: "Wen Zhanxing of the righteous way is not bad."

Fang Qisheng raised his brows, and said through his drunkenness, "Zhou Ru from the Demon Cult is also good."

Nie Qiu found the name from the corner of his memory, Zhou Ru, is the left protector of the Demon Sect.

He is gentle, with average martial arts, and is also very loyal to the Demon Cult, but he always helps the queen, which is too annoying.

Nie Qiu said again: "Shen Yun Pavilion masters of the righteous way come forth in large numbers."

This time Fang Qisheng remembered that Nie Qiu was Shen Yunge's disciple, so he asked, "Including Nie Qiu?"

The man in white brushed his loose long hair back casually, looked sideways and said with a slight smile: "I have won the top spot in several martial arts tournaments in succession, and I studied under Lieyundao, Hongxueyanmei's junior, and Shen Yunge's closed disciple."

Nie Qiu is the introverted and gentle type. Normally, he is like a sharp blade in a scabbard, without showing his sharpness. Now after he said these words, the light in his eyes became very bright, and even the smudge on his lips With a very gentle smile, he showed a bit of pride.

Fang Qisheng's fingers flicked across the sword box.

He can't be called a "martial idiot" yet, and he doesn't have the hobby of making gestures whenever he sees a strong man.

But Nie Qiu's girlfriend, Fang Qisheng was seeing this kind of weapon for the first time, so he had the idea of ​​a competition, mainly because he wanted to know how his saber technique was different from ordinary ones.He hadn't thought about how deep Nie Qiu's martial arts was before, he just thought it was pretty good. It wasn't until now, after Nie Qiu said this, that he really wanted to compete seriously with him.

Fang Qisheng's heart moved slightly. Seeing that Nie Qiu was already drunk and a little confused, he took this opportunity to ask: "Does Nie Qiu have any identity other than being a disciple of Shenyun Pavilion?"

He admits that it is not good to take advantage of others.

But after all, the opportunity is in front of him. Chang Jinyu has always taught him and Huang Sheng not to take advantage of the bargain, which is no different from dementia.

So after Fang Qisheng asked this sentence, he didn't feel guilty at all.

Nie Qiu quietly looked at the person sitting in front of him for a while, as if trying to identify who he was.

As soon as the warm and restrained breath was withdrawn, the light in his eyes became cold and sharp.

After a while, with the same smile as before, Nie Qiu leaned his head on his arm, breathing heavily with the smell of alcohol, and shouted, "Fang Shengsheng..."

"After you tell your true identity, ask me this again."

Fang Qisheng was speechless.

A few years later, he still hadn't figured out whether Nie Qiu was drunk that night.