The bright moon sits on the ground

Shenyun Pavilion lives deep in the valley, and rarely enters the world.

If the disciples in the sect go out, there are probably only two reasons: experience and returning home.

When Wen Wu first entered the courtyard, he met Chang Deng, a genius who was appointed by the former master. He rejected the "Splitting Cloud Knife" as the master. There were two long knives hanging from his waist. ring.When he saw Wen Wushi, he immediately leaned over and brushed his hair with a smile—this was very similar to Yin Qingqing, who asked, "Who is the senior brother this week?"

"I beat Nie Qiu last time." Wen Wu replied obediently, "Master Chang, where is Nie Qiu?"

Chang Deng let go of his hand, and pointed inside, "It's in his room."

Wen Wu said thanks, and walked to Nie Qiu's room with ease.

When he pushed the door open excitedly, Nie Qiu was leaning on the couch reading a book.

Wen Wu thought, when he saw Nie Qiu for the first time, he felt that he was born in pink and jade, like a porcelain doll, and it was difficult to distinguish between men and women.But now, at the age of fifteen, the child who used to have an immature face has gradually grown up, and has changed into a young man's publicity, but because of the influence of the people around him, he has been influenced by his ears and eyes, so there is an expression in his eyebrows and eyes. With an immature calmness.

He was leaning on the soft couch wearily, his long black hair was scattered and intertwined, reflecting each other with the light blue Shenyun Pavilion disciple's clothing, with a clear boundary.Those peach blossom eyes full of water are staring intently at the book in his hand, his thin lips are slightly pursed, and he does not restrain his demeanor. He seems harmless to humans and animals, and has no power to restrain chickens, as if he has been spoiled son of a rich family.

If one ignores the long knife in his hand, it is really easy to be confused by that appearance.

The atmosphere in the room was too quiet, Nie Qiu seemed to be immersed in a book, and did not raise his head when he heard the sound.

Wen Wu would not be reluctant to break this tranquility.

"Nie Qiu!" He knocked on the door to attract Nie Qiu's attention.

Disturbed by the noisy voice, Nie Qiu immediately frowned. He put down the book in his hand, rubbed the center of his brows, raised his thick and curly eyelashes to look at him, and said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone, "Senior brother?"

Wen Wu pulled the chair over, with the back of the chair facing forward, and sat down, "I heard from my master that we will go out to practice together in a few days! Not only you and my master's disciples are going, but also others They all have to go—the momentum is huge, and I reckon that this time the whole team will be mobilized."

Only then did Nie Qiu become interested, and the anger that had just risen immediately extinguished, and he asked, "Do you know what you are going to do?"

Wen Wu is outgoing by nature, he belongs to the type of person who helps whenever he can, and has a good relationship with the disciples of Shenyun Pavilion, with a dense intelligence network, he can know what happened within a quarter of an hour.

So it must be right to ask him.

"It seems to want to wipe out the bandits on the mountain." Wen Wu touched his chin and said.

Nie Qiu remembered that there was indeed such a thing.He also heard from Yin Qingqing that bandits and bandits have been rampant recently, burning, killing and looting everywhere, and there is no one to control them. The people in the nearby mountain villages are unbearably disturbed and panic every day.

The relationship between Shen Yunge and the residents of the nearby villages is quite good. Although he rarely joins the WTO, he occasionally helps out.But this time the head of the sect actually ordered all the disciples of Shen Yunge to mobilize, and I don't know how many bandits there are...

Of course, this thought just flashed through Nie Qiu's mind.

These things are what the head should worry about. It's not like they haven't traveled outside before, but they have never had such a big show like this time. They chatted and slapped their thighs and became excited.This conversation lasted for most of the day, as if they were not going to wipe out bandits this time, but went for an autumn outing.

After talking about it, the topic turned a corner and finally returned to the topic.

"Nie Qiu, have you seen blood?"

"not yet."

He only replaced his wooden knife with an iron one a year ago. As for seeing blood, since Chang Deng and Yin Qingqing never mentioned it, and Nie Qiu didn't mention it, anyway, the master and sister are not in a hurry, so what's the matter with him? I'm in a hurry.

This time the experience was to go up the mountain to clean up the thieves. Those people did not care about their lives, they were fierce and violent. Nie Qiu knew the meaning of Wen Wu's words-this time there must be blood, because they will never attack. Be merciful, Shen Yunge won't either.

"When I saw blood for the first time, my head was blank." Wen Wu said, "I'm not afraid of you laughing, my legs were weak at that time, I just thought how could a life be lost so simply..."

Nie Qiu pressed his finger on his pulse, quietly feeling the powerful beating under the flesh, and did not speak.

He has no concept of human life.

After all, Wen Wu has the heart of being a senior brother, so he carefully advised: "If you feel dizzy when you see blood, then turn your back, hold your breath, and think about other fun things. The child can accept it."

Nie Qiu complied.

I have to say that Wen Wu is indeed much more experienced than him.

During the practice a few days later, Nie Qiu leaned on a tree, nestled at the root of the tree, and vomited until the sky was dark.

What is fatal is not the thin line of blood, nor the gushing blood, nor the corpses of those thieves... but the disciples of Shen Yun Pavilion, those people he knew, whose hands and feet were cut off mercilessly, full of blood. The fishy smell rose to the sky, stuffy and choking, just smelling it once was enough for him to suffer for a long time, and he wished to vomit out all his internal organs.

Chang Deng and Yin Qingqing were both in front, and had no time to take care of him. Nie Qiu couldn't find the disciples from Wen Yunshui's team, so he had to vomit out of his mouth, and wiped the corners of his lips, feeling that his stomach was not as uncomfortable as before. He braced himself up.

It's embarrassing to say, it's obvious that the disciple who won the first place in Shen Yun Pavilion will be so scared when he sees blood.

His face was pale, and the other disciples were taken aback when he walked over in a vain manner.

Nie Qiu asked, "Where are the others?"

A senior sister who was younger than him pointed the direction for him, her face was not very good-looking, and she advised tremblingly: "Brother, this is the first time you see blood, if you feel uncomfortable, just wait here with us Well, don't force yourself, Senior Sister Yin told us before."

"Is this the first time you've seen blood?" he asked rhetorically.

The senior sister was stunned for a while, "When I was out of the valley to practice, I ran into it by chance."

"Senior Sister, I'm older than you, so I have to set an example." Nie Qiu pressed his aching stomach, curled up the corners of his mouth weakly, and joked with a smile, "Otherwise, the headmaster will train you next time." It’s not easy to use me as an example when you’re human.”

After he finished speaking, he walked over in the direction pointed by the senior sister.

The further he walked, the stronger the smell of blood in front of him. In the end, Nie Qiu could only cover his mouth and nose and move forward.

He knew in his heart that the master, senior brother, senior sister, and Wen Yunshui and his disciples were all at the front. They fought side by side with many disciples, surrounded the thieves who were running around in a corner, and fought with those outlaws .

So he couldn't stay safely with his younger fellow disciples and those wounded.

Just now, Nie Qiu could clearly feel that his body was starting to lose strength, his back was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and his legs were trembling as if they didn't belong to him. He could only rely on the long knife inserted into the ground for support. Body.

Nie Qiu was not far from where Chang Deng and the others were. The short distance made him feel as if he had finished this life, and his brain was trembling with pain and weakness afterward.

The sound of fighting gradually entered the ears.

Dozens of corpses were stacked on the ground, and the blood that had solidified into dark red spread all over the floor, twisting and winding, stretching all the way from Nie Qiu's feet, and finally stopped at the feet of the crowd in light blue clothes.

Wen Wu is right, human life is extremely fragile.

It is as solid as a rock, and it is as fragile as glass.

Several Shenyun Pavilion disciples whose names Nie Qiu could name were lying on the ground, covered in wounds and completely silent.Nie Qiu staggered over and gently helped them close their eyes, stood aside and watched for a while, his lips moved, wanting to say something to these cold wreckages, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to give up.

His eyes felt dry and his nose was sour.

Looking forward, there are still a few thieves who are stubbornly resisting, and those people in light blue clothes have large and small wounds on their bodies, bleeding out—two fingers on Wen Wu's left hand were cut off abruptly , dripping with blood, distorted his face in pain; a vertical slender scar started to grow from Wen Er's brow bone, cut open his right eye, and finally stopped on the cheekbone; Yin Qingqing's arm Unable to move at all, she was hanging limply by her side. A small river of blood flowed out from her sleeve and condensed into blood beads on her fingertips, which took a long time to fall...

Chang Deng frowned tightly, holding a knife in both hands, and stood in front of everyone.Wen Yunshui adjusted his sword posture, with a rare serious expression on his face.

Nie Qiu heard from other people what happened before, probably because this group of thieves were more cunning than they imagined, and hid some people who were captured by them with dirty tricks in the past. The swordsman is superb, maybe voluntarily, or maybe he was caught for some reason, so he stayed and became their thugs.

I don't know if the news has been leaked. As soon as they sneaked into the mountain, the group of people reacted quickly. They divided up into several teams and forcibly split their formation. They tried their best to single out those young disciples. They were alone, their throats were cut, or they were force-fed with poison.

To sum it up in one sentence, they underestimated this group of thieves.

In other words, there was something wrong with the news they got.

The information we got was wrong, and the enemy was on guard. This experience will suffer heavy losses like any previous one.

But this experience of exterminating bandits should also be over.

Nie Qiu forcibly shifted his gaze to the center of the bloody fight, held his breath as much as possible, and suppressed the overwhelming nausea in his belly. Regardless of the cold sweat dripping down, he stared at those people with red eyes.

Anyone can see that their bodies are at the end of their strength, and now they are just hanging on their breath.

It is precisely because of this that the people in Shenyun Pavilion are more vigilant. After all, these thieves are determined to die. If they become crazy, regardless of whether they are ignored, it is not impossible to fight them to the death.

Nie Qiu took off the water bag on his waist, unscrewed the lid, and took a few gulps.

Cool water instantly poured into the throat, diluting the sweet blood.

Others not far away were concentrating on confronting the bandits. Although he was in better spirits now, joining the battle rashly might disrupt their previous formation, so Nie Qiu didn't plan to go there.

In the silence, someone stepped on the branch and broke it. There was a click, like a signal, and everyone moved in an instant.

Nie Qiu narrowed his eyes and saw them fighting together again.

The swords meet, the sparks splash out between the sharp blades, the teeth-stinging sound and the sound of the sharp weapon embedded in the flesh and blood are endless.

Because this is no longer considered experience, Chang Deng and Wen Yunshui also joined the battle.

With the two of them joining, although they were more or less injured, not many of them were seriously injured.

The last bandit fell under the drinking fire.

Chang Deng turned his wrist and threw the blood on the knife on the ground, splashing out a fire tree and silver flowers.

He turned around and greeted Nie Qiu, "Come here."

Nie Qiu finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked over.

Wen Er hid aside, with his injured eye closed tightly, throwing a round and smooth stone in his hand. Seeing Nie Qiu approaching, Yin Qingqing smiled at him, but the smile was so weak that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

When he walked over, he carefully observed the corpses on the ground, forcing himself to get used to the bloody smell, but suddenly found that the hand of a corpse trembled slightly, the amplitude was very small, if he didn't get close, he couldn't see it at all.

Nie Qiu glanced at the others and saw that they were bandaging their wounds, so he pulled out the iron knife calmly, squatted down, and pressed the scarred body, the blade shone and completely cut off his neck.

The blood-covered body trembled violently, then fell down without moving.

Human life is indeed fragile, light and flimsy, and it will be gone all at once.

But if you want to ask Nie Qiu how he feels now, he just can't stand the smell of blood, and he doesn't feel anything else.

These thieves who are rampant and violent, murdering and setting fire everywhere, it is not a pity to die thousands of times.

Chang Deng came over and patted Nie Qiu on the shoulder, his voice was a little tired, "Are you tired?"

Nie Qiu lowered his head, let out a muffled sob in his throat, and held Chang Deng's hand behind his back, wanting to say that he will work harder next time, that he will protect Shenyun Pavilion, and that the souls of these disciples will be rewarded. Zhaoxue, the words turned a few corners on her lips, but she still didn't utter a single word, she could only hold onto Master's blood-stained hand tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Shen Yun Pavilion lives deep in the valley, and rarely joins the world." Chang Deng sighed, "How can any sect be completely isolated from the world? Shen Yun Pavilion is still like this, and the battles between other sects are even more tragic. This world is bloody and bloody." , you'll get used to it later."

Nie Qiu couldn't speak, so he nodded vigorously.

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