The bright moon sits on the ground

The pitch-black and steep mountain range slowly sank into the ground, and the sky split by it seemed to become blurred.

The difference between dusk and dawn gradually becomes indiscernible, and the stars are dotted between the silks and satins rolled by the morning glow, and are pushed to flow by the wind.

The seven star kings hang above Kunlun, Pojun, Wuqu, Tanlang, Lianzhen, Wenqu, Jumen, and Lucun. They are separated by a certain distance from each other, and Pojun sacrifices their elders.Spears, martial arts sacrificed the astrolabe, Tanlang sacrificed the double knives,? The rising evil energy crushed the tide of beasts into mud.

And in the center of the formation surrounded by seven stars, there is another figure, with dark skin, like a rock, with golden patterns flowing all over, red.With his upper body bare, he held a long silver-white sword in his hand. The blade was as round as jade, as thin as a layer of floating ice, and the body of the sword was covered with a layer of fine and dense inscriptions. Known Sanskrit outlines patterns on the sword lattice, implying "great sound and rare sound".

He lowered the sword slowly, silver light flashed, and he flew towards Kunlun. Wherever he passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the evil spirit dissipated.

Kunlun disintegrated quickly. It had been standing here for thousands of years, but it was razed to the ground at this moment.

The seven star kings who were waiting solemnly finally breathed a sigh of relief, and each made a tactic and put their weapons back.

Just looking at it, Pojun Xingjun was secretly startled. He once knew from Emperor Donghua that the emperor was afraid of this god of unknown origin. However, he didn't know why he was afraid. A faint glimpse of the slightest clue.

He also understood that during the thousands of years Liang Kunwu wandered alone in the heavens, he never made a real move once.

Kunlun is sinking very fast, and Emperor Xuanxiu and Immortal Sanqing are still waiting at the end of the bridge that is gradually collapsing. Po Jun knows that this is not the time to be dazed. Return to heaven.

Po Jun Xingjun’s lips moved, wanting to say something, but he couldn’t get out the words after all, because the Kunlun Immortal Lord whose mind he could never see through, suddenly moved——Liang Kunwu Turning over his wrist, the silvery white long sword dissipated between his fingers, turning into dots of light, and he stretched out two fingers, touching the center of his eyebrows, the light disappeared and turned into golden patterns, which were printed on his face.

So far, every part of his body is covered with golden patterns, coiled into twisted shapes, it is a violence in silence.

I don't know when it started, Liang Kunwu's body has more and more gold patterns, until the last sword fills up the vacancy.

The patterns on Liang Kunwu's body were not scattered randomly, they were kept at a certain distance. When the last vacancy was filled, Po Jun suddenly understood that those complicated golden patterns were not patterns, but Some kind of ancient script.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered what the immortals in heaven had guessed about Liang Kunwu thousands of years ago.

The gods who are all over the sky can also be traced back to their source, seek the source, and find some relatives with similar blood.

Liang Kunwu couldn't be found. He was the one who lived the longest, even longer than this Tiangong. Even the name "Kunlun" was imposed on him by Emperor Donghua, with the purpose of letting Bai Xuan, who was the executioner, be killed in secret. Monitor him to prevent him from going mad.

There are several conjectures about him. The first one is that Gu Fujiwara is the first god in the sky, and he doesn't know what happened. Yes, he was transformed from the chaos at the first division of heaven and earth; the third type, after Pangu's death, the bones fell, and the spines were taken away to serve as primitive weapons, stained with countless blood and souls, Over time, these bones also became conscious, and turned into the spirit of all weapons, and turned into him.

Pojun Xingjun also interrogated Liang Kunwu. However, he even picked the name at random from the classics. How could he answer Pojun's question? He really didn't know, and he didn't intend to deceive.However, whenever Po Jun looked into his eyes, he would feel that his heart and lungs were being burned by a raging fire, and he would soon be burned into barren ruins without a sound.

Is his forging tool that has lasted for thousands of years because of his interest, or because of the instinct similar to that of a beast licking his wounds?

Seeing that Liang Kunwu was about to leave, Po Jun Xingjun hurriedly asked in a cold voice: "Liang Kunwu, what are you..."

Liang Kunwu didn't wait for him to finish his question, his indifferent gaze swept over Po Jun, and he murmured, "Immortal."

Immediately, he looked down at the mortals who were as small as ants in the distance, and let out a laugh between his lips and teeth: "Mortals."

Pojun Xingjun and Liang Kunwu have been getting along intermittently, and the time is not short. However, it is the first time he has heard Liang Kunwu speak in such a tone, as if, like an empty shell, the soul has finally been injected, and there is a trace of it. Fresh.

At this moment, Wu Qu Xingjun saw that Pojun Xingjun had not issued orders for a long time, so he leaned forward and reminded in a low voice: "General."

Po Jun's attention was distracted for a moment, and when he looked back, Liang Kunwu had disappeared, and he didn't know whether he had returned to the heaven or went somewhere else. Po Jun always had a strange premonition, as if he would never see him again I will not see Liang Kunwu again.

Even though his emotions were surging just now, after a few breaths, Po Jun regained his composure and stopped thinking about Liang Kunwu.

Under the order of Pojun Xingjun, all the Xingjun left the mortal world one by one. After Pojun Xingjun's palace, he was naturally the last one. The other six Xingjun had returned to the heaven, and the one who crossed the bridge For a moment, looking back leisurely——

Nie Qiu opened his eyes, the buckle fell off, and the antler mask fell with his movements, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces.

The chill like ice and snow dissipated, and the long dreams faded away, leaving only the unbearable pain of returning from every midnight dream.

The sky was already bright, and a few bird calls could be faintly heard. Nie Qiu took the Hanshuang and drinking fire knives from the side, and put his fingertips against the handle of the drinking fire knife, only to hear a buzzing of "Zheng——" , He pushed the knife out of its sheath, turned his wrist over, revealing the back side of the knife.

His fingertips stroked the back of the knife inch by inch, and after groping repeatedly for a while, he finally touched a small depression.

The characters engraved on the knife at first were square, well-proportioned, sharp-edged, and they were the characters "Jun" and "Yao".

What followed was a series of smaller characters, which could not be found by groping alone, so Nie Qiu cut open the pulp of his finger, let the blood flow into the depression, and the bright red characters slowly appeared in front of his eyes, counting them briefly , a total of eleven words, easy to understand.

Nie Qiu watched quietly, lowered his voice, and read out word by word: "I wish to ride a white horse with a silver saddle and rustle into the mountains and rivers."

After he finished reading, he remained silent for a long time, just staring at the blood-red characters on the back of the knife, dazed in a daze, his thoughts flying, but none of them were willing to stay longer, and quickly passed by.He might have thought about a lot of things, or he might not have thought about anything, until that tiny, unusual movement flooded into his cochlea, and Nie Qiu woke up from his long meditation.

He looked down, and the wreckage of the antler mask had long since disappeared, and was never found again, as if it had never appeared before.

Nie Qiu was not in a hurry to act. He used the cover of the bushes to carefully look at the place where the sound came from, and confirmed what was making the noise. When the familiar figure barged into his sight unreasonably, he A hanging heart suddenly fell down, almost falling into a puddle of mud, and limply paralyzed there, prompting him to take the double knives and walk out from the hiding place.

"Shengsheng." He called out like this, and suddenly realized that his voice was hoarse, "Aren't you supposed to be still at Qinglongmen at this time?"

Seeing that it was Nie Qiu, Fang Qisheng let go of his fingers and let the long sword fall into the box. The anxious expression on his face was finally wiped away. He strode forward and looked the person in front of him up and down. Sighing, "Nie Qiu...five days have passed."

When he received Nie Qiu's letter, it happened that the matter at hand had come to an end, so he took a pen to reply, and said goodbye to An Pi, and rode his horse to Kunlun. The journey took a lot of time, but when he arrived in Kunlun, But Nie Qiu was nowhere to be seen.

The disciple of Xuanwumen searched for half a day, but only found his own letter. How could such a situation not make Fang Qisheng anxious?

Fang Qisheng didn't say anything, Nie Qiu hadn't felt the passage of time yet, but when he said that, Nie Qiu suddenly felt back pain.

Thinking about wearing the clothes for five full days, he originally wanted to reach out to hug Fang Qisheng's hand, but took it back.

Fang Qisheng didn't care too much, and he could guess from Nie Qiu's appearance. This person probably passed out after closing his eyes, just like when he was in Xuanpu Hall, and there was no guard beside him. Man, I really don't know how long I slept before waking up.He held Nie Qiu's wrist with his backhand, felt the wrist bone under his hand twist a few times, and finally gave up.

The person is good-looking, with a shallow wound on his finger, and two knives, one is Hanshuang, and the other is supposed to be drinking fire.Fang Qisheng had the bottom line in his heart, brushed his sideburns behind his ears, and asked, "How, did you get the answer you wanted?"

Nie Qiu nodded silently, and then he said, "On the way back, I'll tell you slowly."

The disciples of the Xuanwu Sect are like shadows everywhere. After knowing that Nie Qiu has been found, they reintegrate into the darkness.

The horses were waiting not far away, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng walked slowly in that direction, the midday sun was shining, dragging their shadows for a long time, like two towering peaks standing side by side, gradually moving away Went, melting in the warm breeze.

"Master went to Huang Mansion." Fang Qisheng couldn't help laughing when he said this, "I heard that in Huang Mansion, except for Huang Sheng, there is no one who practices martial arts. Master wanted to get angry, but he couldn't get angry. He went to ask Huang's mansion, and before Huang Sheng said anything, the others became displeased, and one or two were furious, ready to criticize him."

Nie Qiu tried to imagine the chaotic scene, and found it very funny, "What happened next?"

"After tossing around for a while, Huang Sheng didn't please both ends. No matter what he said, someone always stood up and blamed him, so he simply made a fuss." Fang Qisheng said, "Finally, Huang Fu and Chang Jinyu got together. After discussing, we found a compromise and let Huang Sheng open a gambling house under the helm of the boss, so that he didn't do anything harmful to the world, and it doesn't count as breaking away from the Devil's Cult."

After all, Huang Sheng was talented in this area, so Chang Jinyu stopped arguing and responded with a smile on the surface.Yes, on the surface, who knows what he is thinking in his heart, the tricks of the Huang Mansion are not enough for this scheming former leader of the Devil's Cult to put his mind to it.

After all, Fang Qisheng's gaze stayed on the fire-drinking knife for a moment, and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

"The Kunlun disappeared, the stars dispersed, the statues collapsed, and the two realms of immortality and mortal world have nothing to do with each other ever since." Nie Qiu said softly, "However, is there really no connection at all? The immortals of the other world have stayed here for more than dozens of years. Years, so many years have passed, their bodies have been covered with fireworks in the world, and the world has also left their footprints. These cannot be erased overnight."

Shangchun Pavilion will remember an oiran named "Yuehua"; Xiayan City will remember a genius named "Xie Mu"; villagers around Fengxue Mountains will remember a family of celestial masters named "Bujia"...these , are enough to show that the human world and the heavenly world are still inextricably linked. If the two worlds are to be completely separated, it is like taking out the bones from the flesh and blood.

This must be a long and tormenting process, however, Nie Qiu does not want it to disappear with the passage of time.

Nie Qiu stopped and looked sideways at Fang Qisheng.

Under the twilight of the sun, those clear eyes seemed to burn like a wild flame, "Shengsheng, do you still remember that when I was in Xiayan City, Xu Lang insisted that I worship him as a teacher, after that, Those two things he gave me?"

Fang Qisheng remembered that one was a stone, which was destroyed when he was in the Demon Cult; and the other was a book written by Xu Lang himself, without a cover, which was crumpled, and the words on it were dark and obscure, which recorded how many times he was born. What has been learned in ten years.

"Xu Lang has already walked 99 steps." Nie Qiu said, "What I have to do in the future is to take this last step."

Xu Lang is a pioneer, Nie Qiu thought, he has achieved things that many people dare not even dream of.

He once said that he wanted to find a path that ordinary people can take from the world of admiring celestial masters.

In fact, Xu Lang did exactly that.He has added a kind of people called "Taoists" in the world. Although not all of them are people with real abilities, some of them are trying their best to do something for the world.

Just like the Suiren family drilled wood to make fire, since then, there can be a little faint light in the long night to drive away the cold.

"Although I said that, I still need to think about what I want to do with that book." Nie Qiu walked briskly, and Fang Qisheng continued to walk forward, "Fortunately, I have a lot of time, and a lifetime is enough for me to go. Think about it."

If we say that after Kunlun disappeared, those legends in the ancient books are just legends.Then, it's time to turn a new page, fold all the old stories, don't talk about gods, only talk about mortals, and write down the myths belonging to the world.

"You can do whatever you want." Fang Qisheng untied the reins, got on his horse, looked down at Nie Qiu condescendingly, and said with a clear smile in his voice, "However, before that, you I'm afraid I still need the help of the leader of the Demon Cult."

"I know." Nie Qiu laughed, also got on his horse and said, "In exchange, I will tell you everything."

"I think about where to start, let's start from that day. At the foot of Kunlun, there is a remote mountain village. The villagers at the foot of the mountain rarely communicate with the outside world, and their thinking and language have become backward. Outsiders set foot here, but this morning..."

The sound of horseshoes, trampling the breeze, splashing flying sand, I saw the black horse and the white horse running one after the other at first, and gradually walking side by side, across thousands of mountains and rivers. After several years of spring and autumn, the voice of conversation has become low and inaudible , drifting further away with the rolling torrent.

(End of the article)

The author has something to say: The two male protagonists in this article, Nie Qiu in the bright line and Xu Lang in the dark, are just like the sun and the moon, light and shadow.

In fact, the stories of the two people are considered complete, but if you read them all, you will read the third story.

I haven’t written this type of article before, this time it is a new attempt, thank you for your patience, see you next time~