The bright moon sits on the ground

The world at this time coincides with late autumn.

The fallen leaves are piled up into a carpet, and when you step on it, there is a creaking sound, which is different from the sound in the snow.Stepping on the snow is a jerky, sticky muffled sound. Occasionally there are two piercing screams, and then it gradually sinks and returns to calm; while stepping on fallen leaves, there is a sound of cracking silk, which is crisp and raw. The sound of the fire crackling the firewood, splashing out sporadic sparks, a little hot.

The color of the maple leaves is hot, but the autumn wind is cool, carrying an inexplicable sense of bleakness.

I don't know if it's some kind of prejudice or illusion. Xu Lang always feels that in the world in autumn, there are fewer pedestrians on the street, and the few figures are alone, like they can't make a match. My son's mandarin ducks lingered in the middle of the water for a long time, feeling sorry for themselves.

In this endless mountain range beside the imperial city, it stands like a black tortoise lying low on the east side. It is Yaoxiantai, facing Suifeng across the mountain. The light rain, the clouds and mist are like twigs growing from the mountains.

Approaching the invitation to Xiantai, the heavily guarded Forbidden Army was standing by, blocking the entrance at the foot of the mountain.

However, this is nothing more than a move for the gods.Xu Lang lit the talisman between his fingers, waved it lightly, watched it gradually go away in the breeze, and then walked through the gap between the forbidden soldiers, with a calm posture, as if strolling in a courtyard.

The mountain road was not easy to walk, but fortunately the emperor on the seat had someone pave a stone ladder to the top of the mountain. Xu Lang took advantage of this convenience, and climbed up the ladder step by step with the child who was so light that he carried him in his arms.Junyao didn't know why he came here, and probably felt that she didn't need to know. She just grabbed Xu Lang's shoulders and looked around, with a strange look on her face.

Although the emperor was thoughtful, what Xu Lang was going to was not the top of the mountain, but the pool at the back of the mountain.

So he changed direction halfway, walked down the steps, pushed aside the heavy branches and leaves, and stepped into the smelly soil.

The gentle road gradually became steeper. Xu Lang weighed the child in his arms to confirm his slight weight, but Junyao didn't make any sound, and he always had the illusion that this soft baby The dumpling had already slipped from between his arms.

I don't know how long I walked, but when Xu Lang's legs and feet were already feeling sore, his narrow vision suddenly became clear.

Qi Song really put in a lot of hard work, Xu Lang thought, even someone who has a little bit of divination skills can figure it out, this Yaoxiantai really lives up to its reputation, it is a blessed place, there should be no aura in the world, but There is a ray of spiritual energy hidden in the pool on the back mountain of Yaoxiantai, and it is unknown which great power lived here thousands of years ago, leaving behind such a pure spiritual energy.

On the shore there was a huge stone that looked like a tree stump. Xu Lang put down Junyao in his arms, took off his coat, put it on the stone, and asked him to sit on it.Before leaving, Xu Lang was still a little worried, turned around and told Jun Yao a few more words, and then he was willing to take a step.

He burned a talisman to avoid water, lit the ashes on several qi houses, and then walked into the not-deep pool.

The water in the pool gradually rises up to reach the ankles, the knees, and the waist, and it does not grow an inch up. Although half of the body is soaked in the cold water, the clothes on Xu Lang's body are not wet, and the pool water Like consciously avoiding him.

Every time Xu Lang took a step, he figured out a hexagram, wandered in the pool for a while, and finally confirmed the suitable position.

He looked back, very well, Junyao was not a restless child, she sat obediently on the rock, her black and white eyes looked at him across the pool, Xu Lang made a grimace at him , he couldn't help shaking his shoulders and laughing.

Immediately, Xu Lang turned around, took out the warm wooden box in his arms, and carefully took out the spiritual energy in the box.

The aura named "Three Pot Moons" feels hard and wet, like washed jade, with light-colored light flowing on it, sometimes converging into three rounds of crescent moons that complement each other, sometimes like frightened birds, fleeing in all directions, suddenly Time disappeared without a trace.

It's cold, chilling, gentle, and tolerant, just lying quietly in his palm.

Xu Lang said goodbye to it in his heart, and then turned his wrist, allowing the ball of spiritual energy to slowly sink into the pool. It was like one of thousands of drops of water, and it quickly melted into the water without splashing. Make a splash.The pool of water seemed to become very deep, it didn't seem to be falling to the bottom, but to the abyss, Xu Lang's eyes followed closely, seeing that point of light disappear completely.

Ordinary people cannot see the aura, so even if the three pots of moon are placed here, no one will take it away unintentionally.

Even the gods, no matter whether they are on the same level as Baixuan or one step above him, can't perceive Sanhuyue.

Only Junyao, Xu Lang thought, the only one who can make it take off its disguise and make it appear in the world is only Junyao.

He put away the box made of peach wood, and returned to the bank with water dripping, his clothes were still dry, and only the water marks left on the bank could prove that he had indeed walked through this pool once——Xu Lang next to Jun Yao sat down and sighed deeply. The long ending sound involved the singing of the birds in the empty mountains, all of which melted into the icy autumn wind, causing Jun Yao's sight to fluctuate and erratically.

Xu Langshu stretched out his arms, took Junyao into his arms, and then gently held his slender wrist. With the other hand, he pointed to the place where he stayed in the pool just now, and said, "Look, Baixuan has left a place for you. The 'Three Pot Moon' under the sun is right there."

Junyao's eyes paused for a moment on Xu Lang's left wrist, and then looked in the direction Xu Lang was pointing at. There was a calm water surface, without any waves, and no clues could be seen. What is " Three pots of the moon", he still couldn't understand.

"Junyao, listen carefully." Xu Lang said, "When you are 22 years old, Mingyue will set foot on the invitation platform because of you."

Seeing Junyao's bewildered expression, Xu Lang smiled and stretched out his hand to rub the child's face. To be honest, there was no flesh but bones, which made his hand hurt, so the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only the corners of his mouth. With a far-fetched arc, he swallowed slowly, swallowing the emotion that blocked his throat, and continued: "You will lose these memories, and when that happens, you will definitely be at a loss and don't know what to do, but It doesn't matter, because everything in this world is heading towards you."

"And at that time, I will dwell in a dark place. If you feel that the road is long and endless, you don't need to despair. Just keep walking according to your heart's desire. There are many difficulties and obstacles on this muddy path. Before you, I will step on it first."

Junyao tilted her head and looked at Xu Lang. For him, these words were too complicated, so he couldn't understand them, but this did not affect his perception of Xu Lang's gradually depressed mood—his speech was slurred, his nasal voice It was very heavy, and the childish voice spit out the two words, Xu Lang, it sounded like "Xiao Huan", Xu Lang touched Junyao's head, and he shrank into Xu Lang's arms, gently shaking the two leg.

He has not yet enlightened, he is ignorant, like a piece of white paper, he neither knows what parting is, nor has he tasted that kind of pain.

Therefore, at this time, he still didn't know the intention of Xu Lang's words, which was to say goodbye to him, so he said everything he had to say. The end of nearly two years.

Seeing the child falling limply into his arms, Xu Lang closed his eyes to hide the grief in his eyes. He put the talisman into Junyao's sleeve, so that he could fall into a long deep sleep. After that, Xu Lang changed Junyao's white clothes again, with obvious stitches left on the corners, and then smeared dust on his clean little face... It was considered a success.

Xu Lang had inquired a long time ago that when the Nie Mansion traveled today, they would pass by a ruined temple.There are not many temples in this imperial city, because the emperor in that palace misses the cold Pojun Xingjun, and there is even a god statue under the altar. Pojun knows it, but he is full of heart. Being tied down by Qi Song's son, how can he have time to deal with these things, if he wants to set up a statue, let him go.

However, the imperial city is not without temples with flourishing incense, but Xu Lang didn't want Junyao to attract the attention of others.

Xu Lang gently put Junyao on the ground, looked up, and saw the blue-faced Vajra Buddha statue staring at his every move with angry eyes. He saluted the Buddha statue and groped for three pillars When the incense comes, light it one by one and insert it into the furnace in front of the Buddha statue.

In the end, he lowered his eyebrows, looked at the sleeping Junyao, and said goodbye to him, articulating his words lightly and speaking very slowly.

It's a pity that time won't freeze because of his words. After he finished speaking, Xu Lang retreated step by step. When he reached the threshold, he took a last look, then turned and left, and the raised sleeves of his clothes cut the autumn wind. He didn't Turning back, gradually melting into the shadows.

Xu Lang leaned on the tree, trying to suppress the gloom in his heart. If he didn't do this, he felt that he would soon be out of breath, because his chest was like a dilapidated thatched cottage. There were intermittent noises, and the wind blowing in was also cold, with a strong smell of blood, or it wasn't brought by the wind, but because he tasted his own blood.

He has experienced many partings. This is not the first time, and it will not be the last time.

This can't be called the most painful time, nor can it be called the most reluctant time, but it made his thoughts soar and it was difficult to calm down.

The gentle autumn wind brought the sound of horseshoes, crisp and sweet. Xu Lang raised his hand, and the magpie flapped its wings and landed on his fingertips. He freed his other hand to stroke its back, and the color of its feathers reflected. On his hand, purple, blue-green, green, shimmering, Xu Lang looked at it for a while, whispered a few words to the little bird, moved his fingers slightly, and saw it fly away briskly.

The magpie bypassed the breeze, the maple leaves dyed fiery red by the sunset, and the numerous guards, and flew to the leading middle-aged man. to say something to him.

For ordinary people, magpies symbolize auspiciousness, so the people in Nie's mansion saw it and felt happy.

Nie Chi became interested, pulled the rein, his brows and eyes glowed with joy, he raised his hand to stop the people behind him, and looked at the bird in front of him with interest, wanting to see the bird flying in front of him boldly, lingering for a long time What exactly is the magpie going to do.

The magpie chattered for a long while, but the man didn't respond at all. It was also a little anxious, and moved closer, and grabbed the red rope with the night pearl hanging from the corner of his clothes, flapped its wings, and walked towards the small temple. He kept pulling, trying to lure him over.

A guard was about to make a move, but saw Nie Chi laughing so much that he got off his horse and obediently followed behind the magpie.

When he stepped into the temple, the dust was kicked up by the soles of his boots. It was a dilapidated scene covered with cobwebs everywhere, but the magpies were still flying forward. He was not afraid of any ambush in front of him, so he waved his folding fan and walked away. After walking in, after the blue-faced Vajra Buddha statue gradually came into view, Nie Chi searched for the magpie, but couldn't see it. He looked down and saw a child lying on the futon.

The talisman fell off, Jun Yao sensed the movement, opened his eyes in a daze, the scene in front of him became a gray and black afterimage, he couldn't see clearly, he didn't know where he was, but he felt that someone was hugging him , although the movements were not proficient, he fell into a deep sleep, his eyes blurred with mist, and he also recognized the person in front of him as Xu Lang, so he subconsciously smiled at him.

"Huh," Nie Chi was slightly puzzled, and just happened to be followed by the main room, so he said, "Look, this kid is quite cute when he smiles."

Different from Xu Lang's, this voice is not gentle, nor does it have a loose, playful tone.

Junyao immediately realized that it wasn't Xu Lang. It was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which woke him up. He opened his mouth, trying to make some noise, but the talisman in his sleeve just fell down, and he wanted to catch it impatiently. But how could that small palm grab something, the talisman rolled a few times in the air with difficulty, fell to the ground, and turned into dust in an instant.

Following that, those memories were pulled away bit by bit, as if pulling his soul out.

He felt fear, and his flustered emotions became more and more intense, forcing him to have tears in his eyes, thinking, where is Xu Lang?

He didn't know when there were more people, and they were all talking about something, but he didn't care, trying to find Xu Lang in the crowd.

Not long ago, he and Xu Lang had seen mountains, pools, fallen leaves, and autumn winds. Xu Lang also said something to him that he couldn't understand, and talked for a long time.He didn't know why he felt very sleepy, so he slowly fell into a dream.

Xu Lang also promised him that when he grows up, he will take him to fly something called a "kite".

As long as there is wind, that thing will fly. You only need to hold a thin thread and keep running to make it fly.

Xu Lang also said...his thoughts stopped abruptly, his emotions were stripped away in an instant, and he was burned clean, leaving only barrenness.

He thought, who is Xu Lang?Why did this name come to his mind?Chewing slowly between his lips and teeth, he only felt cold.

At this moment, the person holding him suddenly lifted him up, he stared blankly at the person in front of him, and heard him say——

"It's late autumn now, and the leaves are falling, so I'll give you the word 'autumn'." The man said, "Nie Qiu, what do you think?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-30?15：50：49～2021-08-31?21：46：09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Amu? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Amu? 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!