The bright moon sits on the ground

Inviting to Xiantai, the mountain is filled with water vapor and white mist curling up, as if walking in the clouds.

The altar was built against stones, taking advantage of the situation to form the shape of half a jade pendant. In the middle is the round platform where the high priest presided over the sacrifice. On both sides are the invited guests. Surrounded by water and stones, walking down the steps, there are crowds of people not far away. ,? The people who joined in the fun were stopped at the other end by the forbidden army, and they all stretched their necks to look around.

The sun broke through the clouds, spreading warmth to the ground.

The slightly tired emperor stood on the stage, unfolded his wide sleeves, and loudly announced the official start of the grand ceremony.

Immediately, Qi Qianyuan stepped up and signaled the waiting musicians to beat drums and play music.

Since it is a grand ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, the sound on the ground should reach the sky, so that the immortals on the cloud can hear it, so the emperor didn't fix those fancy things, and all the zithers, harps, and harps were removed, leaving only one huge face. drum.The cowhide is tightly stretched, thick and hollow outside, and when they swing the drums and pestles, they can even tear the wind.

The head of the drum trembled, and the mighty and powerful sound of the drum resounded throughout the Yaoxiantai. At first, it sounded like an exciting drumbeat during a march, and then it slowed down, solemn and solemn like the bells of an ancient temple. The lingering sound echoed thousands of miles .

The maid held a candle, covered the fire with her hand, and lit a stick of bamboo incense in an orderly manner.

The fragrance filled the air, overwhelming the fresh and natural dew smell in the mountains, subtly adding a solemn atmosphere to the ceremony.

And Nie Qiu stepped onto the round platform when the drumbeat gradually slowed down.

The gorgeous accessories slammed lightly, and the curved skirt made a soft rustling sound as it rubbed against the spotless steps, all of which were covered by the solemn and solemn drumming, so the world could only see this eye. The young high priest with a touch of bright red at the end stepped onto the last step, half-closed his eyes, and stood still in the center of the round platform.

At the same time, the sound of the drum completely stopped in an instant.

His slender, fair fingers held up the bronze mirror on his chest, facing the sky, reflecting the scorching sun among the floating clouds.

"Above is the Emperor's Heaven, and below is the Empress's Land."

he read aloud.

Indistinctly, the subtle sound of fingertips gently touching the beads rang in my ears.

The scent of the incense was gradually withdrawn, the thread of the beading was broken, and the sandalwood beads engraved with patterns hit the ground like flying raindrops.

There is no emperor above, and no descendant below.

If there is, the Bu family will not be overthrown, Bu Chenyuan will not be martyred, Bu Chenyuan will not be willing to fall, and Bu Chenrong's time will not stay at that moment forever; Xiayan City will not be devoured by the resentful water corpses, and the Tan family, famous for controlling Gu, will not disappear; if there really is...

This common people should not be like this.

The emperor only wanted to seek the way of longevity, the taxes were harsh, the people were hungry and homeless, but all the silver in the treasury went into the pockets of the charlatans, the sky was so high that the emperor was far away, and his sight could not see far beyond the imperial city outside the place.

"Cooking cattle and slaughtering sheep to respect the heaven."

Nie Qiu put his finger into the porcelain dish and swiped his fingertips across it.

The cattle and sheep had just been slaughtered, and the blood in this plate was also freshly picked up. It was very fresh and bright red. When touched by his fingers, the water ripples were disturbed, and it jumped up following his movements. It stayed in the air for a moment, and then splashed to the ground.

Scattered bloodstains lay quietly on the pale white round platform, just a little distance away from the clean hem of the skirt.

The slightly fishy blood squirmed and spread rapidly to the surroundings, forming a huge pattern, which was stepped on by him, dyed the plain white priest's clothing red, and circled, like thorns, along his body The sleeve robe climbed up.

Nie Qiu lowered his eyes and glanced slightly, and the weird lines on the ground merged into an evil ghost with a human face and a nose.

He heard the red ghost laughing, the lotus ghost laughing, and the Xuxu laughing too, the copper bell vibrated, drowning out the noise of the crowd.

"I want you to be pure white and innocent, not to eat common things in the world, and not to be stained with smoke and fire in the world." Xu Hua laughed, the laughter was sharp and piercing, "I will also smoke you with heavy incense, and let your hands be stained with the blood of living beings, Honor God with this."

"Your soul has long been stained with blood, how can it be washed off with clean water?"

Thorns made of blood circled his neck, and the raised thorns embedded in the flesh, locking his throat tightly.

Nie Qiu was having difficulty breathing, but his expression didn't change at all. He deftly wiped off the blood from his fingers, reached out to take a thick stack of gold foil money, and lit it on the candle.

It's just an illusion.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was still going on, the emperor and Qi Qianyuan stared at him from the audience, the old priest was waiting a few steps away from him, Nie Chi, Wen Zhanxing, and Jia Lingchang were all sitting at the table, and there were many people farther away, Either piously or contemptuously.

So his movements cannot be stopped.

Nie Qiu turned sideways and moved his lips slightly as he shielded himself from the wind with his hands.

"It never occurred to me to wash it off, and I didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong."

"The hate is mine, the pain is mine, the blood is mine, and the life debt I owe is also mine."

"I'm not hiding it, if you want to ask, I'll tell you—"

He waved the gold foil paper money and let it burn in the wind. The soft and brittle ashes drifted from the flames. Some flew upwards, perhaps in response to the emperor's wish, and conveyed to the heavens, while others fell downwards and were captured by the emperor. As soon as the sticky blood touched it, it was firmly nailed to it.

"I will never forget the dead bodies everywhere in Shenyun Pavilion." He curled his lips and smiled, "My master, my senior sister, and those companions I wanted all died at the hands of that ungrateful person .”

"No matter who it is, it's the prince, the emperor, the fairy in the sky, the martial arts hero, the young child, or the frail old man..." Nie Qiu said, "As long as they stand in front of me, I will killed."

This hatred, this hatred, will never dissipate.

For him, in the face of life and death, nothing is important.

The tongue of fire was licking Nie Qiu's fingers, but he didn't notice it. He just watched quietly, and when it was about to burn out, he let go of his hand, letting it float away with the wind and gradually disappear. not see.

The [-]-character sacrificial speech was read out verbatim by the young priest, and every step and every movement was carried out precisely in accordance with the procedure of the ceremony. The priest nodded in satisfaction, and thought to himself: The divination by the celestial astrologer is indeed accurate, this person is indeed suitable to be a priest, not to mention that he is also diligent and hardworking, and he has recorded the process of the ceremony so firmly. over and over again to achieve this result.

How pious this is.

If Xu Hua could hear his voice, he would definitely not be able to help laughing.

However, it couldn't hear it. This evil ghost with a human face and a nose was hanging in the air, and the folding fan in its hand unfolded with a clang. The sharp laughter and the sound of the copper bell disappeared in an instant. He didn't feel offended, but instead stretched his brows, tapped his palm with a fan, and wiped away the thorns that were bleeding from Nie Qiu's neck.

"I'll only say these words once." Xu Hua said slowly, "Since you want to live and cut through the obstacles in front of you, you can't avoid the heaven above your head. You saved the soul of the Bu family, guarded Xiayan City, It’s just a matter of touching its bad luck, it wants you to die, it’s just a matter of lifting a finger, not to mention that you have already died once, it is even more against the law of heaven.”

"I am the evil spirit enshrined by the Bu family, and I should guard the prosperity of the Bu family for a hundred years."

"I'm not afraid of gods, nor of the gods. I'm just like you. I don't care what their origins are. I'll clean up the things that stand in front of me. If I die, I'll die. Anyway, I've already died. If the soul is scattered, the soul will be scattered, and it will be more enjoyable!" When it said this, it suddenly laughed a few times, "The way of heaven is immortal, and my heart is hard to get rid of."

"Nie Qiu, go and destroy the way of heaven."

Xu Xu fell from the sky and stood in front of Nie Qiu, pointing the folded fan in his hand to Lang Lang Qiankun, "You don't need to prove your innocence to anyone, and you don't need to pretend to be pious—you just answer me, yes Still don't want to?"

He had already fought against Heaven once, in that rainy night.

No, there were more times when he endured the pain in his heart under the raging fire brought by the three pot moons.

Nie Qiu pursed his lips, but he still didn't rush to answer the wasteful question.

If Xu Lang knew about it, or Xie Mu knew about it, I don't know if he would call him "lunatic".

As for Bu Chenyuan, maybe she would say, you should go, because you are the way Bu Chenrong found to reverse destiny.

Xu Hua noticed that he hesitated, and was not in a hurry to ask for this answer, and said: "I will give you time to think about it. If you don't agree, I won't make things difficult for you, after all, they all recognize that you are the Bu family." Part of it. If you want to agree, you can tell me anytime."

"I am in the copper bell."

After it said that, it turned and disappeared into the air, and the lines formed by the blood on the ground also dissipated.

Nie Qiu paused, took off the bronze mirror on his chest, and knelt on the soft cushion, with the mirror flat on the ground, facing the sky.

As the drums started to sound, court dancers in elegant costumes rushed up and surrounded the round platform tightly. Some were holding melons and fruits, some were holding corn, and they waved their sleeves and skirts, singing and dancing, praying for the coming year. good harvest.

There are not many places where he is needed later, at most, he is only needed at the end.

Nie Qiu lowered his head, plucking the sandalwood beads in his hand one by one, his lips moved slightly, pretending to echo the words they sang, but his mind had already gone to the sky.

Memories always come up inadvertently.

The torn wound stopped the bleeding and formed a scar, but after the shell fell off, some marks would still be left. Even if it happened on a place like the back, even though I couldn't see it normally, it didn't mean it wasn't. exist.

Especially when the memories are flooding, every time I recall what happened at that time, the long and narrow knife wound on the back will feel a dull pain, as if it was a wound that was left just now, and it seems that someone has used the blade along the wound again Picked it up.

Nie Qiu's finger holding the beads paused for a moment imperceptibly.

The muscles from the shoulder to the waist were aching, and the rusty smell of the knife edge mixed with the smell of blood hit.

He didn't think much about that time in recent years.

At most, I only dreamed about what happened when I first arrived at Shenyun Pavilion on the first night in Xiayan City.

Nie Qiu is not afraid of recalling the past, he has long been able to face it calmly.

He was just afraid that when he just remembered a picture by chance, or even just a sentence, it would affect more memories, layer after layer, strand after strand, endlessly, endlessly, so that he could not Pull away from the swamp of the past.

For him, the beginning of affecting Shen Yunge's memories is...