The bright moon sits on the ground

Even though decades have passed, Xu Lang still feels palpitations when he thinks of that scene again.

However, time has a heavy weight after all. Looking back on the past, besides pity and lament, he felt a little more emotion. Compared with that time, the grief was less, but not necessarily less how many.

Xu Lang didn't continue talking, Sanqing didn't ask further, either, they turned their heads silently and looked behind them.

Behind them, someone walked over slowly, dressed in bright white, with bright eyes, with a slightly dazed expression, as if he had a big dream, with a long knife tied around his waist, and lightly tapped his The hip bone dissolves the subtle collision sound into the sound of cloth rubbing.

When Sanqing suddenly saw Nie Qiu, he was still immersed in the memory of that long torment. He was stunned for a moment, as if seeing an old friend again. His lips did not move, and he asked Xu Lang secretly: "After so many years, Did you ever recognize Nie Qiu as Bai Xuan for a moment?"

"No." Xu Lang thought for a while, and added, "Never."

After Nie Qiu woke up this time, he had a splitting headache, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. The heart in his chest was beating fast, struggling, trying to break through flesh and blood, like a fish flopping about in a basin, knowingly jumping. Going out is just a dead end, but he still struggles with all his might.

This long story, I don't know where to start, and I don't know where to end. Nie Qiu carefully chooses words, but after all, he didn't tell Fang Qisheng everything. He just said that he still wanted to confirm some things with his own ears. To make up for those broken dreams.

Those dreams were too heavy, even though Nie Qiu tried his best to conceal them, Fang Qisheng could still see something was wrong.

Compared with the last time he woke up, this time, his expression was even a little painful. Even if he didn't know what he saw, Fang Qisheng could guess that those scenes made him feel tormented——Nie Qiu's expression was as if he had just returned from a long battle. Waking up from a nightmare.

Fang Qisheng temporarily took away the antler mask and ordered Nie Qiu to rest for a while, so as to relieve his tense nerves.

Of course Nie Qiu understood Fang Qisheng's thoughts.He could feel that his spirit had reached a critical point and was on the verge of collapse. If he continued to look at it, he was afraid that the gain would not be worth the loss, so he didn't say much, and watched Fang Qisheng obediently put the mask aside.

It would be a waste of time to just wait, so Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng discussed it and decided to walk around.

In fact, when Nie Qiu woke up in the chaos, there was a dazzling white in front of his eyes. At that time, he thought vaguely that it was time to find Xu Lang, so instead of saying "walking around", it was more Rather, he went to Xu Lang to confirm something.

In that room, Fang Qisheng was talking with Chang Jinyu and Huang Sheng in a low voice. In this room, Nie Qiu had already walked in front of Xu Lang and Sanqing.

Originally, he had a lot to ask Xu Lang.For example, why Xu Lang chose to come to Kunlun at this time, is it only because of the full moon? For example, Xu Lang is a mortal, but his face will not age. After living for so many years, what is he, can he still be called a mortal? , or it would be more appropriate to call him an immortal; another example, what exactly was left to him by Bai Xuan in the end.

Nie Qiu wanted to ask too many questions. When he saw Xu Lang walking in front of him, he didn't know where to start.

It's so strange, he thought, how can he be sure that Xu Lang will answer him, and how can he be sure that these gods won't do anything?

Xu Lang looked very calm, he greeted Nie Qiu without any suspicion, and asked casually, "Are you awake?"

Nie Qiu never thought that after reading those old memories, the first sentence Xu Lang said to him was so ordinary. He immediately remembered that when he was in Xiayan City, the water corpse in the lake After they dispersed, Xu Lang waited quietly somewhere like this. After Nie Qiu woke up, he pushed the door and entered. The first sentence was also such a common word "wake up".

After going through all kinds of things, even if time settles down, it seems that everything has changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.

He brushed the broken hair from his temples behind his ears, and felt a numb itching in his chest, and somehow wanted to laugh.

"Thank you Sanqing for your help earlier." Nie Qiu made up his mind, thanked Sanqing first, and thanked Sanqing for relieving him of the pain caused by Sanhuyue when he lost consciousness. Qiu looked at Xu Lang again, looked at him, and said, "Now, what should I call you? Daochang, Xu Daochang, master, Langfeng Xianjun, or something else?"

"Except for the name 'Langfeng Xianjun', you can call me whatever you want, as long as I can understand that you are calling me." Xu Lang didn't care, waved his hand, and asked, "How do you feel now? See After those memories, it shouldn’t feel good.”

"When I woke up, I couldn't breathe. I'm fine now, I just feel a little dizzy."

The question and answer went so smoothly that Nie Qiu thought in a daze that the dream he saw was just his imagination.

However, the Kunlun where he was, Sanqing Xianjun and Kunlun Xianjun in front of him all proved that it really happened.

Where should he ask?Nie Qiu thought, let's start from there.

"Xu Daochang, you have been getting along with me in the form of an old man before, and I have never felt that there is anything wrong. The occasional suspicion is just that you seem to be hiding something." Nie Qiu said, "However, until I came Xuanputang, seeing your current appearance, I feel a little familiar, as if we knew each other a long time ago... did we really know each other?"

"Well, it seems that there is such a thing." Xu Lang closed his eyes and gave an ambiguous answer.

Nie Qiu originally wanted to use this matter as a breakthrough, but he didn't expect Xu Lang's reaction to be so flat. He couldn't figure out what Xu Lang's attitude was, and knew that he would not get an answer if he continued to ask, so he had to change the topic. Asked: "When I was in Qingchang Town, the Taoist priest intentionally stayed in front of me. Afterwards, I spoke to you, which was what you expected. You gave me the kit because you knew that I was leaving the step. After returning home, I will definitely go to Xiayan City, and I will meet Qin Rongchong and Xie Mu, right?"

Xu Lang didn't say anything yet, but Sanqing's expression moved slightly, but it was only a momentary thing, and he soon returned to calm.

Without waiting for Nie Qiu to think about it, Xu Lang took a step forward and said, "You guessed right, whether it's about the Bu family, or Xiayan City, or the living dead, or the water corpse, it's all within my expectation. Among them, my appearance was indeed premeditated."

"Then, why?" Nie Qiu unconsciously lowered his voice, and asked, "You want me to save the celestial practitioner, why?"

"Bu Chenyuan, Bu Chenyuan, Xie Mu... These celestial masters, have they survived?" Xu Lang said, "No. I don't want you to save them. To be precise, I want to borrow your hand to help them. Let them be set free, ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

"Why do you have to borrow my hand? If the Taoist priest does it himself, it should be smoother." Nie Qiu didn't understand.

"In this world, there are many things that mortals can do, but gods can't." Seeing Nie Qiu's expression, Xu Lang knew that he wanted to refute the sentence "mortal", so he shook his head, "I know what you want Don't say anything, just give me some thoughts."

So Nie Qiu had no choice but to stop the "but you are also a mortal" that had already reached his lips, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Is it because gods cannot interfere with everything in the world at will? Because of this taboo, some things must be left to mortals." Is it impossible to do it?"

Xu Lang nodded.

Nie Qiu said again: "I have a question I've always wanted to ask. When the dust settled in Xiayan City, why didn't you go with me to see off Xie Mu? Your relationship with Xie Mu should be better than others. Even better, why didn't you even see him for the last time?"

"Because he has more important things to do." Sanqing said suddenly, "You can't have both, you should understand."

After asking around for a long time, it was no different from not asking, basically Nie Qiu could guess it all.

Nie Qiu hesitated for a while, but finally opened his mouth and asked, "May I ask, is there something important?"

Xu Lang didn't get angry because of his hasty question, but sighed leisurely, stared into Nie Qiu's eyes, and replied with full patience, "This matter is that I'm going to see another Old man, that's all."

He has too many questions, Nie Qiu thought.

However, the remaining questions are too sharp, it is tantamount to pulling off Xu Lang's scars abruptly, seeing his bloody and bloody, hearing his silent wailing, and then sprinkle a pinch of salt with malicious intent, just watching with cold eyes.

Especially after seeing those memories, Nie Qiu couldn't help but feel compassion for Xu Lang.

He thought for a while, and said, "When I put on the mask, most of what I see are your memories."

"Because that mask has been with me for more than [-] years. If I hadn't put it under the altar of the god statue later, maybe it would have been longer." Xu Lang showed nostalgia, "It has been gone for too long. You have seen Bai Xuan before, and if you are contaminated with my breath, the remaining shadows on it will be fragmented, I guess, you will often see memories about me, and you will see Bai Xuan once in a while."

When talking about this, Xu Lang couldn't help but slander, who would have thought that someone would find the mask!

"By the way," he said, pointing to his wrist, "do you still feel pain here?"

Nie Qiu was startled, and then realized that Xu Lang was referring to the three pots of moon on his wrist.

He replied: "Thanks to Immortal Sanqing, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Unknowingly, Xu Lang took the topic into his own hands again.He actually had a lot of things he wanted to say, but unfortunately there were too many people around, so those words never came out. Now that Chang Jinyu and the others are far away, he finally found a gap and asked, "Aren't you Did you enter Kunlun with that person? He used the mask as a key to enter Kunlun, how did you get in?"

At that time, blood suddenly flowed from the trace of Sanhuyue, and it flowed into the depression on the stone pillar symbolizing Xuanpu Hall, and the door was opened.

While recalling, Nie Qiu told the story from beginning to end.

He wanted to get the answer from Xu Lang, but Xu Lang was also confused, and turned to look at Liang Kunwu who was standing beside him silently.

"It is not the so-called 'key' that opens the gate of Kunlun, but the aura remaining on it." Facing their eyes, Liang Kunwu explained, "Nie Qiu, it is not your blood that opens the gate, but Bai Xuanzang The spiritual energy in the three pots of moon."