The bright moon sits on the ground

That's all Liang Kunwu said, and Nie Qiu and Xu Lang more or less understood what he meant.

Now that we have talked about Bai Xuan, then, Nie Qiu thought, he really wants to know the answer to a question: What is the answer Bai Xuan left in Xuanpu Hall? Xu Lang did follow what Liang Kunwu said. After visiting Xuanputang, did you get the answer?

"Daoist, what is the answer left by Xuanpu Xianjun?" He paused, then said, "Sorry, I took the liberty."

Although he apologized, Xu Lang could tell that Nie Qiu's eyes were still firm, without any wavering.

Xu Lang pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth: "The answer he left at the beginning... Anyone who hears about it will think that the person who made such a ridiculous plan is crazy, but, when he thinks that he is Bai Xuan ,? Those things are not so difficult to accept."

"The Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, one propped up the heaven, and the other opened a hiding place in Penglai. The heaven was eroded by evil spirits, and many gods fell. You should have seen all of this, and it is not only the stars who use the world as a shelter. Jun, in fact, that is the last order issued by the emperor." He said, "The memory of the gods is too long, and the soul is too heavy, the body of a mortal cannot support it, and it will decay in just a few years, just like a mayfly. In a short time, only a hundred years, they have experienced more than one life."

"At first, they would more or less remember things in the heavens and their own identities. Later, after experiencing too many reincarnations, those memories were sealed. Even so, many gods could no longer be able to do so when they were 40 or [-] years old. Moving forward."

Xu Lang continued: "But she is different. Nie Qiu, you have seen her, she told you the prophecy in the dream, the person who guides you in the dark, the Huakui Yuehua of Xiayan City, Tian Wanyan. This world The unseen fate pityed her, so I told her all the truth quietly, but I didn't expect that the Wuqu Xingjun back then is just a mortal, how can he bear such kindness?"

It is not easy for Nie Qiu to vaguely guess Tian Wanyan's identity. After all, she is the only one who can "see" those omens.

However, recalling the past, he only felt that when he got along with Tian Wanyan, he didn't feel the barrier between the two worlds. Maybe it was because Tian Wanyan didn't know her identity, or maybe it was because she was with Tian Wanyan. The mortal world is stained with red dust.

"She has struggled for many years, but she didn't expect her fate to be fixed. No matter how hard she tried to turn around, she couldn't escape the end." When Xu Lang said this, his eyes sank, "So Pojun Xingjun decided Take her away, at least, before the beauty fades away and her beauty turns into withered bones. It should be about the same time, Wu Qu Xing Jun Yue Mo has left this world and returned to the heaven."

Thousands of years ago, the Star Palace was jointly built by Po Jun and Wu Qu, and Po Jun still has important matters to attend to, so, thousands of years later, Wu Qu Xingjun returned to the heaven again to recast the Star Palace, making those scattered stars It was part of their plan to restore the dust to its original state.

This plan was written down in the scroll by Mr. Lian Zhenxing a hundred years ago. It can be said to be comprehensive and exhaustive.

Nie Qiu suddenly understood the meaning of Xu Lang's words, felt his throat dry up, and confirmed, "'Leave this world' means..."

"The soul escapes the shell and leaves the body." Xu Lang said, "Actually, it is no different from the 'death' in the ordinary population."

Nie Qiu hesitated and said, "Will Tian Wanyan really leave with Pojun Xingjun?"

"Her body is already in pieces." Xu Lang replied, "Besides, Lord Wu Qu Xing still has things to do."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "In this world, there are too many things that you don't want to do but have to do."

Nie Qiu stood in a daze for a while, thinking, to be honest, he doesn't care about Wu Qu Xingjun, he only cares about the girl named "Tian Wanyan".After hearing Xu Lang's words, he had guesses in his heart. Now that he heard the affirmative answer, he felt another kind of feeling in his heart. and grief.

Immediately, he found another reason for the pain.

If even Tian Wanyan left, then... how would Qin Rongchong feel after hearing about it?

The person he loved couldn't choose his own ending, and ended the rest of his life in a long-term illness; the person who loved him also couldn't choose his own ending, and didn't want to die so embarrassingly, so after a nightmare dream, he also ended own life.

Nie Qiu just silently chewed this sentence between his lips and teeth, feeling a fishy and sweet blood welling up.

Tan Rongchong wanders the mountains and rivers, and one day he will eventually return to Xiayan City. When he hears about Tian Wanyan, will he remember that it was Tian Wanyan who accompanied him when he went to the Suifeng School many years ago? I heard the news of Gu Huazhi's death.

After many years, who will accompany him to hear the news of Tian Wanyan's death?Will he shed a tear for Tian Wanyan?

Qin Rongchong is a tactful person. Even after leaving Xiayan City and traveling around, he never forgets to write to Nie Qiu. No matter whether he is grateful or just wants to keep in touch with Nie Qiu, his original intention is good. Nie Qiu thought, Tan Rongchong mentioned in his last letter to himself that the heavy snow in the north is more like snow than in the south, and there seems to be no haze between the sky and the earth.

He was suddenly a little rejoiced, but also a little scared, not knowing when Tan Rongchong's next letter would come, and how he would reply to it.

Xu Lang noticed Nie Qiu's depression, sighed slightly in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and chose to continue: "Take the human world as a hiding place for a short time, so that the immortals in the heaven will not be destroyed. This order , is the method that Bai Xuan came up with after discussing with the emperor, and it is also the content written in the second paragraph of the scroll he left for me in Xuanpu Hall."

"As for what was written in the first paragraph, I have already said it."

Xu Lang raised his eyes, looked at the vast world beyond Kunlun, and said softly: "In the first paragraph of the scroll, he wrote with a pen, 'There are so many things in this world that mortals can do, but gods can't do it. 'things' sentence."

Nie Qiu endured the sadness, took Xu Lang's words, and asked, "Apart from that, did he write anything else?"

"He also wrote that the immortals should not be trapped in reincarnation, otherwise they will gradually forget about the heavens, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to be persuaded in the future." Xu Lang looked a little strange, "So, it is best to wake them up as soon as possible and let them leave the mortal world. Get... well, get relief."

"Because gods can't directly interfere with mortal affairs, these things must be done by a mortal. The laws of this world have always favored mortals. As long as they don't act out of line, basically turn a blind eye and close one eye." It's over."

He said: "Like the two ends of a scale, one end is the law, the other end is the god, and the mortal is the pole that bears it."

When talking about this, I don't know if it's Nie Qiu's illusion. He always feels that Xu Lang's gaze stays on him for a long time, full of deep meaning, it is an extremely complicated look, trance, dazed, and like It's like remembering something.

Xu Lang stared at it for too long, so long that Nie Qiu thought he would say something about himself next.

However, Xu Lang didn't say anything after all. He seemed to realize that his gaze was too obvious, so he looked away unconsciously, clenched his hand into a fist, put it under his lips, cleared his throat, and said: " In the end, Bai Xuan wrote: 'When the evil energy is dispelled and the immortals return to their positions, they will use the most indestructible thing in the world to cut off Kunlun, and from then on, the immortals and the ordinary will never see each other, and there will be no relationship between them'."

Nie Qiu stared into Xu Lang's eyes and was silent for a while, making sure he had nothing to say, then asked, "Is that all?"

Xu Lang suddenly laughed, and said, "Of course it's more than that. But, you'll know about other things later."

after?How long is it?As Nie Qiu thought about it, he gradually realized that what Xu Lang sometimes said was exactly the same as Bai Xuan's, which Bai Xuan had told Xu Lang at the beginning—"One day, I will tell everything completely."

"Xu Lang." Nie Qiu could not chew a sigh between his lips and teeth, and he just called out again, "Xu Lang, how long will it be?"

Xu Lang was startled, his eyes froze for a moment, he shook his head slightly, the smile on his lips did not diminish, but he was a little more tired, he couldn't help reaching out and patted Nie Qiu's shoulder, his lips parted Zhang Hehe felt sour in the eye sockets, like a stick in the throat.

"After I'm gone," he said, "if you really want to know that much, come back here."

Nie Qiu still wanted to say something, but he heard a commotion behind him, the temperature around him suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the wind gusts, like a howling ghost, even faintly covering the voice from the abyss, it is another, more real resentment.

The brass bell in the sleeve began to tremble, not because of fear, but because of excitement. The ghost on the surface of the brass bell unfolded the folding fan, changing the original silence, the brass bell sounded like drums, and it was in harmony with what was at the end of the tunnel. Things correspond to each other.

He heard Huang Sheng ask in surprise and anger, "Who is it?"

Along with the sound of footsteps, the fine and complex copper bells are poured into the cochlea.

It is not one or two copper bells shaking, but the sound of hundreds, thousands of copper bells, reverberating in the corridor, but there is still a deep silence amidst the noise, which is neither harsh nor annoying. With the cold wind blowing and the whimpering of the wind, everyone felt a creepy feeling, Nie Qiu thought, the so-called Ching Ming Festival, the scene when the gate of hell is opened is nothing like this.

Looking at it again, Xu Lang, Sanqing Immortal, and Kunlun Immortal all looked as usual, which seemed to be expected.

From the depths of the corridor, a female voice came leisurely, calm and self-sustaining, slamming every word, sonorous and forceful, without any flinching.

"Bujia, Bu Chenrong."