The bright moon sits on the ground

Looking at the more immature face, the leader of the Demon Cult turned out of the window, stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the assassin's jaw with his hands, and forced him to open his mouth.His mouth had turned black, half of his tongue was rotten, and he looked quite miserable.

Fang Qisheng looked carefully for a while, "Ji Wanghe's person?"

Nie Qiu remembered at once, the Demon Sect Suzaku Sect, the head of the sect Ji Wanghe.

The assassin couldn't utter a word, even the wailing sound was blocked in his throat by the intense poison, and then he died until he completely lost his breath and turned into a dead man.

Nie Qiu frowned slightly, he didn't expect the poison in the bamboo tube to be so strong.If Fang Qisheng was the reason why the assassin inhaled the poisonous gas, then did Fang Qisheng also inhale the poisonous gas when he was fighting by the window?

After thinking up to this point, Nie Qiu asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Fang Qisheng let go of his hand, and the assassin fell on the eaves with a "boom". He moved his wrist, then reached out and grabbed the assassin's collar and threw him into the room. He clasped his fists and said, "Thank you just now You helped."

If he knew that Fang Qisheng was in this room, it was still unknown whether he would help him.After all, Fang Qisheng has enough energy to deal with these matters, and it seems superfluous for him to rush to help.

Nie Qiu had already retracted Hanshuang at this time, and he also clasped his fists in response, "It's a trivial matter."

At this time, the dark clouds had completely covered the moon. I don't know if it was because the cold wind at night was too harsh. Nie Qiu always felt that Fang Qisheng's attitude towards him at this time was not the same as when he first met in the previous life, but with a three-pointed attitude. vigilance and alienation.

However, Nie Qiu happened to run into something going on inside the Demon Cult, so it would be strange if Fang Qisheng didn't guard against him.

The Suzaku Gate is a branch of the Devil's Cult, hidden in the southwest mountains, and ordinary people can't find it at all.Nie Qiu had never come into contact with this Suzaku sect who was good at using poison in his last life. He only heard from the righteous sect masters that Ji Wanghe, the master of Suzaku sect, likes to torture people with poison. In addition, most of the time, he would not go to the head of the Demon Cult to meet the leader, unless the leader of the Demon Cult directly ordered him to leave the Southwest.

Everyone in the world said that Fang Qisheng acted vigorously and subdued the Demon Cult in a very short period of time, and no one dared to refute his opinion.But looking at it this way, it turns out that the rumors are not entirely credible.

Now that the assassin has dealt with it, there is no point in staying any longer.

After Nie Qiu saw Fang Qisheng returning to the room, he didn't go back directly to the room. Instead, he climbed up to the roof with light work, sat on the uneven fish-scale tiles and looked at the distant scene.The location of the Wangshan Inn at the foot of the imperial city is naturally unique. There are large and small market houses scattered nearby. In the distance, there is a reclining towering mountain, which is blurred under the cover of clouds and night. , just like a fairy holding his cheeks and closing his eyes to sleep.

In two hours, it will be the fifth watch, and it will be dawn soon.

The Nie Qiu at this time is no longer the one he was four years ago, and the upcoming ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens will naturally not make him feel nervous, and he does not need to rush back to the imperial city, after all, he has already remembered the tedious details of the ceremony firmly enough , there is no need to go back in advance and rehearse several times.

Having said that, Nie Qiu is still planning to leave here on the first day just like in the previous life, so as to avoid more accidents.

Nie Qiu sat for a long time. The night in late autumn is always cold, and his clothes are thin. When Nie Qiu is about to go back to his room, his fingers are as cold as ice. Fortunately, he is not afraid of the cold, and his body is hot, a little hot Warmed up and warmed up again.

When he was sitting on the roof, he noticed that the light in a window had been on all night. When he returned to his room, he accidentally glanced over there, and Nie Qiu realized that it was Fang Qisheng's room.

Did he stay up all night too?

Nie Qiu remembered that when he walked with Fang Qisheng the next day, Fang Qisheng couldn't hide the tiredness on his face. At that time, he didn't pay much attention to it-because his own complexion might be even worse.Thinking about it now, Nie Qiu felt that it was because of the assassins from Suzakumen who came to assassinate Fang Qisheng that he couldn't rest assured to sleep in the second half of the night, so he simply sat with the lamp on all night.

He was not interested in prying into other people's privacy, not to mention that Fang Qisheng was almost the same as him in strength, as long as he passed by, he would be discovered. Nie Qiu didn't do anything else, closed the window and packed his luggage when he returned to his room.

After the cock crowed a few times, a glimmer of light finally appeared in the gray sky.

Before Nie Qiu was in a hurry to go back to the imperial city, he didn't bring many things with him, but it was convenient for Nie Qiu at this time, he packed up a little, and only took out a small bag of luggage.Calculating that the carriage should have been ready for the earliest trip, Nie Qiu went out with his baggage, checked out the room with Xiaoer downstairs, and then went to the entrance of the inn to wait for the coachman to drive the carriage over.

Someone was already waiting at the entrance of the inn, and Nie Qiu knew it must be Fang Qisheng without looking.

Sure enough, Fang Qisheng, who was dressed in black clothes, noticed someone approaching and turned around to take a look. Seeing that it was Nie Qiu approaching, he was slightly stunned as if seeing him for the first time, and then nodded to him It's time to say hello.

It stands to reason that after what happened last night, the relationship between Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng should change. However, Fang Qisheng's series of behaviors at this time made Nie Qiu think that he was living in the previous life, because the actions he made , even the subtle expressions are no different from the previous life.

Nie Qiu gently shook off his cuffs, and only after seeing the shallow mark on his wrist could he be sure that he was indeed reborn.

He smiled at Fang Qisheng, walked to him and waited with him for the first carriage at Wangshan Inn.

Nie Qiu estimated that he would have to wait for a few more incense sticks. After thinking about it, he tentatively said: "I see that the young man's martial arts are also excellent. If I didn't make a move last night, you must be able to deal with that assassin. So When I think about it, I’m overdoing it.”

Only then did Fang Qisheng turn around and look at Nie Qiu carefully. Nie Qiu was only wearing thin single clothes at the time, and it was too dark to see his appearance clearly, so Fang Qisheng didn't recognize him for a while, and he suddenly realized after he was reminded: "You were last night..."

What puzzled Nie Qiu was that Fang Qisheng didn't treat him with the vigilant and alienated look he had last night, but acted like someone who had really met a lifesaver. All eased up a lot.

"Your martial arts should be on par with mine, so you don't have to belittle yourself so much."

His eyes moved to Nie Qiu's Hanshuang knife hidden under his robe, and he felt a little funny, "I didn't recognize you."

Just as he was talking, the coachman drove over in a carriage from a distance, and Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng got into the carriage first.After all, Wangshan Inn is a well-known inn, and the carriage is naturally very spacious, which can accommodate more than a dozen people. The round table is also filled with all kinds of snacks and tea for Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng to taste.

Nie Qiu pinched the brown pastry that was so crisp that it melted in the mouth, and took a bite, only to feel that his teeth were about to lose their sweetness.

He is not addicted to sugar, and he is more sensitive to sweetness than ordinary people, so he put it down after taking a sip.Nie Qiu then tried other dim sum, and the other sweetness was moderate, so he mainly ate those dim sum, and never touched the brown pastry again.

Fang Qisheng, on the contrary, only ate those sweet ones, especially the kind of brown cakes that Nie Qiu didn't want to eat, and he didn't want to show it too obviously, so that Nie Qiu couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, wanting to say something that made him open up eat.

After eating half full, Nie Qiu heard Fang Qisheng ask, "Is your knife a horse-chopping knife?"

Nie Qiu took the Hanshuang knife from his waist, and it came out of the sheath with a "clang", showing the cold light on the blade that was as cold as ice and snow, turned around and handed the handle side to Fang Qisheng.

Unlike most people, Fang Qisheng does not shy away from others showing his weapons in front of him. He already likes these weapons of various shapes, and he wants to go up and study them when he sees rare ones, but because most people He doesn't like others to touch his weapons, and he generally won't rashly ask for that to be held in his hand-but the inside of the Demon Cult is miserable, and almost no one's weapons escape Fang Qisheng's clutches.

It was the first time that Fang Qisheng saw such a straightforward person, and he couldn't help feeling more fond of Nie Qiu.He took the Hanshuang knife, slid his fingertips from the back of the knife all the way to the handle, and flicked the blade lightly. After hearing the roar of the knife like a tiger, there was a smile in his eyes, and said A sentence: "good knife."

"This knife is called Hanshuang." Nie Qiu said.

Fang Qisheng stroked the Hanshuang knife carefully for a while, and then returned the knife to Nie Qiu.

After seeing Nie Qiu put the sword back into its sheath, he thought about it, and then took the sword box that he had carried behind his back and was now standing beside him.The sword case was slightly shorter than Nie Qiu's scabbard, three and a half feet long, and it was the same black color as Fang Qisheng's usual clothes, except that the lower end was engraved with a pattern of beasts painted with gold lacquer.

Fang Qisheng pulled out the four swords one by one, "Jingming, Chilian, Canfeng, Zhaxue."

"Zhaxue's sword is very similar to your Hanshuang's name." Fang Qisheng said, a gust of wind blew outside the window, and at the same time as the curtain was blown up, Nie Qiu saw Fang Qisheng's drooping eyelashes shaking slightly, "Four The sword on the handle symbolizes the rotation of the four seasons."

Although the four swords symbolize the four seasons, the colors of these four swords are all dark, and they are generally similar, only the details are different.Jingming’s sword was inlaid with a dark green emerald on the grid; Chi Lian’s grid was made in the shape of a lotus flower, and the hilt was made in the shape of a rhizome; the groove of Remnant Wind Sword was wider than ordinary swords On many of them, the tip of the sword is even divided into two because the groove is too wide; Zhaxue's sword body has complex lines that are not very obvious.

"My name is Fang Shengsheng, and I am only 19 years old." Fang Qisheng still couldn't tell the whole story about himself. After he said his pseudonym, he asked, "What about you?"

Fang Shengsheng?At that time, Nie Qiu thought for a long time that Fang Qisheng was called by this name, and he was still wondering why a man with strong martial arts, calm and steady would take such a name, so when Nie Qiu heard this pseudonym again, he almost couldn't bear it. Suddenly burst out laughing, he replied: "Nie Qiu, just turned twenty."

Fang Qisheng repeated his name, feeling like he had heard it somewhere.But the impression was not deep, maybe it was because I accidentally heard about the person with the same name in an insignificant matter, so Fang Qisheng didn't think much about it.

Nie Qiu took Fang Qisheng's sword box, and the heavy feeling made him suddenly feel a little novel.

He hadn't touched Fang Qisheng's sword box for a long time.Nie Qiu used to wonder how Fang Qisheng managed to use the four swords at the same time. Later, after fighting for a long time, he found that the Jingming and Canfeng swords were heavier, while Chi Lian and Zhaxue were lighter. Usually Chilian and Zhaxue are used, while Jingming and Remnant Feng are mainly used when using single swords.

When the post station leading to the imperial city arrived, the coachman outside the carriage poked his head in and asked, "My lord, do you want to get off the carriage?"

Nie Qiu flipped his wrist, put Can Feng's sword back into the sword case, raised his head and smiled at the coachman, "No."

In his previous life, he had already got off the car and left at this time, but now he doesn't want to return to the imperial city so early.

The post station further ahead is dedicated to renting horses with good endurance, heat and thirst, and most people go there to go to the northwest desert, Fang Qisheng saw the coachman retreat, and asked: "Are you going to the northwest too? "

Nie Qiu didn't think carefully about where Fang Qisheng was going, but now he thought of Qinglongmen in the northwest when he heard him say it. Although Fang Qisheng was assassinated by someone sent by Ji Wanghe last night, he still wasn't going to change his route—first Qinglongmen, then Baihumen, Suzakumen, and Xuanwumen.The incident of suppressing the four sects at the beginning caused a lot of trouble in the rivers and lakes.

He hasn't figured out where he's going yet. After Fang Qisheng asked, Nie Qiu thought for a moment, and felt that it would be nice to go to the northwest to see the scenery of the Gobi Desert, so he nodded.

"Then we can go on the same road, and we will part ways when we reach the northwest." Fang Qisheng raised his glass with tea instead of wine.

Nie Qiu suddenly remembered Fang Qisheng's sentence in his previous life, "If I'm not in a hurry, I'll have to compete with you." There is no exaggerated lie in every sentence. If you say you want to compete with Nie Qiu, you really want to compete with him.

Nie Qiu knew that he and Fang Qisheng's martial arts were indeed on par with what he said. If he really wanted to fight, maybe he would be slightly better because of his rich experience, but Fang Qisheng didn't know that he was only because of the comparison of the weapons Nie Qiu used. It is rare that he became interested in his martial arts.

He is the kind of person who will go all out if he really wants to fight, but Nie Qiu feels that he should keep his cards in this life, but it is too disappointing to directly reject Fang Qisheng now, so Nie Qiu decided that he can only try to avoid competing with Fang Qisheng in the future up.

In this life, he and the leader of the Demon Cult are not deadly enemies, so naturally he can't treat him with the attitude of the previous life.

The young man in white smiled, raised his glass and touched Fang Qisheng, "It's a long journey, I hope brother Fang can help me a lot."