The bright moon sits on the ground

The person in front of him has a calm face and slightly different pupil colors, one is a clear brown, the other is a deep black, the corners of his lips are slightly pursed, his lotus steps are lightly moving, his temples, sleeves, and corners of his clothes The brass bell swayed with her movements, making a crisp sound.

Most of her body was dyed copper, and the rest was dark red, like a copper ring whose paint had peeled off due to wind and sand erosion.

Looking at Bu Chenrong, Nie Qiu didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ask her if she has made up her mind?But she has carried everything of the Bu family on this body.

Ask her, where did Bu Chenan go?Or ask her, how did she enter Xuanpu Hall?It all seems out of place.

Everything that Bu Chenrong has experienced is too heavy. Her eyes are like a pool of stagnant water that will not cause waves. Nie Qiu looks at her, and remembers the scenes she saw at Bu's house at that time. The world is changeable. ?She is no longer the coquettish girl she was back then.

But Bu Chenrong was very calm. She glanced at everyone, and then she nodded at Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng.

Nie Qiu was silent for a moment, stretched his fingers into his cuffs, and slowly stroked the Sanhuyue imprint on his wrist.

When he lost consciousness, Sanqing once helped him relieve the pain caused by the three pots of moon. After that, this imprint did not make him feel pain again. He has not tried it yet, and he does not want to know about it The consequences of removing the copper bell under the circumstances, but—Nie Qiu sighed inwardly, picked up the entangled red thread with his index finger, untied it round and round, the copper bell shook slowly, and slid down his wrist.

He took down the brass bell that symbolized the Patriarch of the Bu family, put it in his palm, and handed it to Bu Chenrong.

Bu Chen looked at the copper bell and lost his mind for a moment, as if he didn't expect Nie Qiu to do this.However, the connection between them is not too small, and they understand each other's temperament to some extent. Her lips moved, but she didn't make a sound. She just laughed softly, with a long tail, which was more important than laughter. Like a sigh.Then, she stepped forward and reached out to take the copper bell.

This old copper bell, with the tattoo of an evil spirit holding a folding fan, is the waste of evil spirits enshrined by the Bu family. There are thin and dense red patterns around the edge, climbing upwards, like a towering tree that grows crazily , wanting to break through the cage and tear apart the sky.

She had never touched this copper bell, and she had only looked at Bu Chenyuan from a distance before. Afterwards, when the Bu family was destroyed, the copper bell also went with Bu Chenyuan. As for later, Bu Chenyuan chose to give it to Nie Autumn, that was expected.

For some reason, holding this copper bell symbolizing the Patriarch in the palm of his hand, Bu Chenrong somehow felt at ease.

Long time no see.she said silently.

Immediately, Bu Chenrong looked at Nie Qiu and asked, "Are you okay?"

Knowing that she was referring to the pain caused by the three pots of moon, Nie Qiu shook his head.

Originally, he had no intention of taking this copper bell as his own, but now it has been returned to its original owner.

This is the copper bell that symbolizes the Patriarch, and it is impossible for him to become the Patriarch of the Bu Family from the beginning to the end. Only Bu Chenrong, who survived the catastrophe and wandered alone for many years, is the Bu Family. Patriarch, also the last generation of Patriarch.

Bu Chenrong's body is very dark, and I don't know if anyone happened to see her along the way. If it's an ordinary person, that's okay, but if it happens to be a Taoist priest who is proficient in this field, seeing such a scene, I'm afraid she will be dumbfounded and think I am dreaming.

After all, no one can guarantee that they will not be eroded by Yin Qi in a situation surrounded by ghosts, but Bu Chenrong is not afraid at all, with a calm expression, as if these Rakshasa-like ghosts are just soft and harmless in her eyes Small animals.

Nie Qiu thought, 30 years ago, Bu Qingzhong, the famous "send ghost to guard the bell", was able to summon ghosts silently at the age of seven, and conjure evil spirits at the age of 11, which is enough to be called a genius once in a century; 20 years ago , the young patriarch, Bu Chenyuan, caused an uproar in the imperial city, and became the object of invitation from the nobles; many years later, Bu Chenrong in front of him brought all the copper bells of the Bu family with him, Commanding a hundred ghosts seems like nonsense in the eyes of others, but to her, it is very easy to do.

If Bu Qingzhong and Bu Chenyuan saw this scene under Jiuquan, they should also feel relieved.

So, how many twists and turns and hardships are behind this?Nie Qiu lowered his brows and eyes, feeling a burst of emotion in his heart.When Bu Chenrong heard this, she nodded, and put the still warm copper bell into her arms. When she raised her eyes again, the last softness between her eyebrows disappeared. She looked behind Nie Qiu, and the three looked on coldly. The "people" in the world - she had made a divination before she came, and naturally knew that, except for the four people she had just seen, the others did not exist in the laws of the world and could not be calculated.

Every late night when she couldn't fall asleep, she thought over and over again when the ending would come and what kind of scene it would be.

However, when this day came, she was not as angry as she imagined, but calm like a gradually congealing ice river.

All her emotions, good and bad, sorrow and joy, were left in the boat on the river bank.

Bu Chenrong looked at those figures who were out of tune with this world, and said slowly: "What is the so-called 'Day of Heaven'?"

The half-opened, dark-skinned, and gold-patterned Xianjun moved his hot gaze over, and the night began to boil, that cold gaze stayed on Bu Chenrong for a long time, she looked back calmly, after a short confrontation, Bu Chenrong heard his answer.

"We are the 'Heaven'." His voice was very low, and every time he said a word, the rock trembled slightly. "What is the 'Tao' you are talking about?"

Xu Hua listened quietly in the copper bell, and suddenly felt a bit of pain.

It has followed Nie Qiu along the way, and it has heard all the secrets about the mortal world and the heavenly world. Naturally, it knows that the "Day of Heaven" in the world's population has always been just their wishful thinking, and it did not exist in the first place. But Bu Chenrong didn't know that the hatred that supported her for decades was completely meaningless.

What is Bu Chenrong thinking at this time?Has her heart been burst by the flames?Waste is impossible to guess.

"Since the Dao of Heaven does not exist," Bu Chenrong continued to ask, "Then, why are the Bu family, Qing family, and Tian family gradually declining? Why do all the celestial masters in this world die young without exception?"

She paused every word, echoed in this empty place, knocked on the stone wall, pushed back, and re-fed into her cochlea.

Bu Chenrong never lied.

She can't hide her thoughts, and Bu Chenyuan will expose her in a few minutes, but this time, she obviously managed to hide it from everyone. Only she knows that under the freezing glacier, surrounded by people Rising from the ice is a torrent of turbulent water.

Before Liang Kunwu opened his mouth to answer this question, the young man in Tsing Yi, with black hair loosely tied behind his head and a few strands of hair hanging down on his forehead, frowned and held back his eyebrows. With a playful smile, showing a solemn expression, he said: "Because, the soul that should not belong to this place will return to its homeland after all."

Nie Qiu suddenly understood something, showing a look of astonishment.

He looked at Bu Chenrong, feeling a little worried in his heart, but he didn't expect that the expression on Bu Chenrong's face was not what he imagined. Rather than surprised, she seemed to be puzzled and caught in some kind of memory among.

"Your appearance is very strange." Bu Chenrong said, "But I have heard your voice, but I can't remember when it was."

She quickly dispelled her doubts, her tone gradually became certain, and she asked, "We've met before, haven't we?"

Xu Lang did not deny it.

Bu Chenrong asked again: "When?"

Xu Lang replied: "More than 20 years ago."

Bu Chenrong's silence lasted for a long time. Nie Qiu thought that she had retrieved that dusty memory from the depths of her memories. However, looking at Bu Chenrong's reaction, it didn't seem like she remembered it, but more like Is caught in a new mystery.

She asked, "Why did I not remember until today?"

Xu Lang sighed leisurely, and said: "Because you were in so much pain at that time, you were unconscious, and later you were so busy that you didn't have time to think about what those incomplete and unclear fragments in your memory meant. normal."

What Bu Chenrong is thinking about, others don't know.

However, the countless copper bells on her body understood that her breathing became slow, the blood all over her body was stagnant, it was as cold as a piece of unmelting ice, and the arm hanging around her waist had no fresh breath, just It just hung there, while the other hand involuntarily rubbed the flesh on the palm, and felt a bulge, which was the copper bell fragment embedded in the flesh.