The bright moon sits on the ground

After moving into Liuguang Mansion, Qi Qianyuan really invited Mr. Meng Qiuze to teach him etiquette.

Looking at His Highness the Fifth Highness through a layer of fog is a feeling, but when he walks to Qi Qianyuan's side after breaking through the fog, it's another feeling.Po Jun originally thought that a cautious and introverted person like Qi Qianyuan must be strict with his servants, and he would not allow the slightest comment. However, after getting along for a while, he completely overturned his previous prejudice against Qi Qianyuan up.

On some insignificant matters, Qi Qianyuan is not difficult to speak, on the contrary, his attitude is very tolerant.

If not, he wouldn't have gained a good reputation among those noble children, and he would not have been said to be a humble gentleman.

Over the past few months, Po Jun has also thoroughly figured out Qi Qianyuan's temperament. He knows where the bottom line is, what words can be said, and what words cannot be said. He is younger than Qi Qianyuan because of Meng Qiuze's age. Be smaller, say a few words of truth occasionally, and choke Qi Qianyuan, most likely Qi Qianyuan will not be annoyed by it, but just give him a cold look, and sometimes refute.

All in all, it's all trivial things, and there's only one thing worth mentioning.

Looking back now, that day seems so far away.

That day, Meng Qiuze was studying books in his room, and Qi Qianyuan told him to learn more about those tactics. Halfway through the study, he got a headache, and then he was attracted by the military books on the bookshelf. Disdainful of the stuff, he flipped through it unintentionally, and couldn't help but look at it for several days, and then he had to admit that some things are indeed worth seeing.

Most of the battles in the heavens are not as complicated as in the human world. The gods purely rely on their strength to completely crush the enemy, and basically do not need help from others, while mortals are always in groups, like wandering hyenas, so they put their minds on the formation of troops strategy.

Meng Qiuze put down the book in his hand, went to fetch the military book on the shelf, and skillfully turned to the page he read last time.

He was about to continue reading, when there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, the servant knocked on the door of the wing room, calling him, saying that someone was looking for him.

Meng Qiuze frowned and thought for a moment.There are two types of people who come to him, those who come for "Meng Qiuze" or those who come for "Pojun Xingjun". For the latter.

If it is a god, there is no need to use this method to let him know; if it is a mortal, it is impossible to know his true identity.

Thinking this way, he vaguely had an answer in his heart, so he closed the book, got up happily, and went out to meet that person for a while.

Waiting for him outside the Liuguang Mansion was a 27-year-old man with gentle eyes and a calm expression, as if time had settled on him, his every move was calm and unhurried, as if everything was expected, and he could be seen at a glance Not very human.

Even if the shells he wears are different and the souls are the same, Meng Qiuze can easily recognize him.

However, in order to prevent Qi Qianyuan from seeing anything, Meng Qiuze pretended not to recognize him at first.

When he avoided the attendants, took a long detour, and met the man again, there was a sincere smile on his lips.These Xingjun have been together since the beginning of their birth. Now that they have been away for a long time, they meet again, and it is inevitable that they will feel a little emotional. He does not know how difficult it is to remember the past as a mortal, but basically, they can Guess it.

"Lian Zhen," Meng Qiuze looked up at the man in front of him and said, "You are the first one to come to me."

At the beginning, when the stars fell, Lianzhen, Lucun, and Jumen all spoke out, saying that a mere bowl of Mengpo soup could not erase all the heavy memories that had been silent for thousands of years, and then said, they He would definitely recognize Po Jun. Po Jun didn't pay much attention to what they said at that time. He was still calculating the time when Tan Lang and Wen Qu left the Star Palace, so he just responded with a few words casually.

At that time, he thought, who knows what the situation will be like then, so he didn't take their words seriously, and regarded it as a farewell.

He originally thought, as he said, "When the heavenly court is rebuilt, the evil spirit will fade away and the stars will return to their positions." At that time, he will go to find these star kings one by one, and only then will they be able to meet again.Unexpectedly, this day came sooner than he imagined.

Lian Zhen looked at the person in front of him who was just touching his waist, suppressed a smile, squatted down, and said, "Long time no see, General."

What happened afterwards was a matter of course—they had a hasty conversation, they talked about Wu Qu, who used to be colleagues but now they are uncles and nephews, talked about the scroll left by Lian Zhen, and talked about the planned progress. to which step.

Lian Zhen's identity in the human world is Tian Ling, the next head of the Tian family, and Po Jun is the attendant who will assist the future emperor. They all have things to do next, so after the conversation is over, they don't have too much to say. After hesitating, they each went back.

For a whole midsummer, Po Jun never returned to the heaven.

Originally, Po Jun never missed the heavens, but after he and Lian Zhen parted, he felt homesick instead.

The star palace was destroyed by his own hands, and it was no longer what it used to be. When he returned to the heavens, there was actually no place to go. Every time Po Jun returned to the heavens, except for occasionally setting foot in Kunlun, more often than not, he would stare at the bones that had turned into bones. The beams and pillars supporting the sky, the silver and white stars hanging above the sky made of flesh and blood, and the gentle breeze made of souls, stand in a daze for a long time.

At this time, Po Jun would also remember the Sanqing Xianjun under the Queen Mother of the West.

They are the gods who have been with Emperor Donghua and Queen Mother of the West for the longest time. Although they are in charge of completely different fields, they don't have much communication on weekdays. For thousands of years, they are just acquaintances, and their relationship is not close.However, Po Jun believed that in today's dilapidated heaven, only Immortal Sanqing could understand such complicated and unspeakable emotions.

Thinking that the time was almost up, he thought, he should also go back, and inquire about the situation at Xu Lang's side by the way.

Unexpectedly, this time, there was nothing left in Kunlun, only Liang Kunwu, who couldn't hold back a word for a long time, was left in Kunlun.

"Xu Lang went to the mortal world a month ago, and has not returned to Kunlun yet," Liang Kunwu said.

Po Jun pondered for a moment, then remembered something again, and asked, "Did he finally choose to connect with your lifespan?"

Liang Kunwu stared at him for a while, then slowly opened his mouth, and said, "Pojun Xingjun, if you have really seen him coughing in the middle of the night with blood clots in his throat, you should know that no matter what his choice is, , the result is the same."

Po Jun didn't expect Xu Lang's body to have fallen to this point, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

He also understood that if Xu Lang hadn't made a choice and his health improved, Liang Kunwu would not have allowed him to leave.

"Xu Lang has indeed obtained a long lifespan..." Liang Kunwu closed his eyes, and his voice was low and soft, not as if he was talking to Po Jun, but more like muttering, "He should have The one who left in his sleep like this is because I disturbed his waking dream."

At this point, Liang Kunwu didn't speak again. He threw the forged short knife into the water, and the steaming heat made a piercing sound.

Po Jun immediately left Kunlun again, took out the astrolabe that Wu Qu had left for him, and judged Xu Lang's location based on the star position.

It was almost dusk at this time, Po Jun reckoned that Qi Qianyuan should also return from hunting, and he had to go back as soon as possible.

When he landed following Xu Lang's trail, Po Jun's heart was actually a little anxious. He turned his gaze and surveyed the surrounding scene. This is a mountain range, and there is an abnormal chill in the mountain. Rolling, surging like a tide.

The heavens hardly deal with the underworld, not to mention, now that they use the human world as a place to stay, the other side of the underworld is probably very busy, and they probably don't like them a long time ago, let alone come to them on their own initiative.

Even if he has never been to the underworld, Po Jun can still recognize that this cold wind carries a yin energy, which is the coldness of the soul.

He raised his hand, and the icy cold wind flowed through his fingers, and rushed to the depths of the mountain, as if he heard some call.

Po Jun closed his eyes, stretched out two fingers, pressed them on the center of his brows, and slid them downwards, finally staying at the tip of his nose for a moment, a faint shattered light floated, and when he opened his eyes again, he was able to see clearly the There are hideous ghosts with fierce faces.

Strange, he thought, why are there so many spirits in this place, and why are there so many grievances?

The soul is really fragile, and it will disperse at the touch, so Po Jun deliberately restrained his breath, lest the strands of rich spiritual energy inadvertently wipe these souls away. I hid away and didn't dare to approach.

Following the astrolabe, Po Jun soon saw Xu Lang's figure. He wanted to call out to him, but his voice muffled in his throat a few times, but he couldn't say it out. Swallowing it back—Xu Lang was holding a map of Vientiane in his hand, and the patterns on the map were ups and downs, constantly changing, obviously pointing him in the direction. It came out of the sleeve, shaking gently, the copper bell vibrated, shaking away all the souls trying to get close.

The map of Vientiane belongs to the Tian family, and the copper bell belongs to the Bu family, corresponding to Xingjun Si Gua and San Xian Si Hun.

Po Jun looked at Xu Lang silently from a distance, and couldn't help thinking, when did he learn this?

Also, what exactly is Xu Lang looking for?He hasn't been back to Kunlun for a month, but he stays here, what is he trying to do?

It didn't take long for Po Jun to get the answer he wanted.

Xu Lang's face was serious, he didn't smile, that face really had a somewhat solemn feeling, he followed the patterns on the map of Vientiane, stopped and walked, sometimes identifying the direction, until the bushes gradually faded, and the two groups of figures appeared , he took back the map.

Po Jun followed his gaze and saw the two people, a man and a woman, the former was obviously older, while the latter was just a little girl, dressed in red with gold threads embroidered on the sleeves, vaguely forming a The symbolic pattern is blurred by blood stains, half of the face is bloody and bloody, lying on the ground, panting deeply, as if enduring pain.

The older man was a few steps away, gritted his teeth, his body was tense, and he was about to take a step and run over.

Xu Lang took out a thin piece of yellow paper from his sleeve, bit his finger with the tip of his teeth, the fingertips were dipped in blood, and quickly drew a series of patterns on the paper, and then he walked in two steps in three steps In the past, slap the yellow paper on the forehead of the man who has not yet reacted.

Drawing talismans, Po Jun murmured silently in his heart, this is something the Qing family is good at, corresponding to the Shangxian Sifu.

The man was stuck with a talisman, and he stood still, motionless, as if he didn't know what was going on around him.

The little girl on the ground was still breathing, her breathing was intermittent, like a thin thread that would break at the touch of a finger.

Xu Lang bent down, wrapped his arms around the little girl's shoulders, and gently lifted her up so that she could lean into his arms.

Po Jun heard what he said, as if he was calling a name... Bu Chenrong, Bu Chenrong.is this her name

Unfortunately, the little girl didn't have much reaction.Her consciousness was blurred by the pain, her eyes turned white, she didn't know who was calling her, and she didn't know who was in front of her eyes. She managed to maintain a sliver of consciousness, and didn't pass out immediately, holding on tightly to the shattered copper bell. , the knuckles were pale, the fragments of the copper bell were embedded in the flesh, and the blood was rolling down, but she didn't seem to notice it.

Po Jun could see the scene when the soul was pulled out of the body, the soul was struggling, trying to escape, but at the same time trying to squeeze back into the scarred body, the body was also struggling, it was a kind of tremor that was almost numb, purely being Driven by pain.

If this continues, she will die.

He came to a conclusion, but he just folded his arms and stood not far away to watch quietly, not planning to do anything.

Po Jun was just a little puzzled, did Xu Lang recognize her?But she doesn't look like she recognizes Xu Lang.

When Xu Lang occasionally returned to the human world, he would go to the Bu family, the Tian family, and the Qing family to take a look. He didn't go there, and he never broke the rules. , among these people, few have seen him.

Not only the little girl's body and soul were struggling, but Xu Lang was also struggling, but it was two completely different feelings.

Po Jun saw Xu Lang's expression of painful struggle, at first he thought it was the little girl trembling, so Xu Lang's arm that was holding her was also trembling slightly, but later he realized that it was not because of the little girl, Xu Lang's trembling , It was because he was in a daze, as if he hadn't woken up from a long nightmare, the kind of deep-seated fear, the fear of death made him tremble.

However, Xu Lang has never been afraid of his own death. All his fear of death comes from the departure of others.

After an unknown amount of time, Po Jun heard Xu Lang open his mouth slowly, his voice was surprisingly hoarse, like a low whimper in the wind.

"Bu Chenrong," he paused, and said, "Do you want to live? Do you want... to be the spark of the Bu family?"

Po Jun was terrified. At this moment, he suddenly understood Xu Lang's thoughts and what he wanted to do.

He could no longer stand on the sidelines, and finally showed his figure, and stopped Xu Lang's next crazy move, "Xu Lang! Do you know what you are doing? You are touching the taboo of this world." , and if the law comes down with punishment, you will—"

Xu Lang was obviously taken aback, he didn't expect Po Jun to be here.

However, he stared at Po Jun, but shook his head, slightly apologetic, and said, "Can I ask Xing Jun to keep it a secret for me?"

Po Jun squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "I won't keep it a secret for you, Xu Lang, you'd better stop here."

This was also expected by Xu Lang. He smiled, but Po Jun's words seemed to push him, telling him not to hesitate anymore. He lowered his eyes and saw the confused person in his arms. Nodding in agreement, he carefully took out the flowers in his arms.

There was a bit of clear dew on the petals, and Po Jun recognized that there was Chu Lang's aura in that flawless white flower.

"Xu Lang..."

He still wants to say something.

But Xu Lang didn't listen any more, he took out the jade hairpin, drove Ganlu, and connected it to the thousands of copper bells in the Bu family.

"I don't know what will happen if I do this, Chu Lang only told me to connect this object with Kunlun." He said to the person in his arms whose consciousness gradually became blurred, "However, the copper bell of the Bu family belongs to Things in the heavens should also give you eternity."

"Bu Chenrong, remember it." Xu Lang finally told her, "The price is that you will never be able to leave these copper bells from now on."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the little girl's head and let the nectar on the petals slip in from between her slightly parted lips.