The bright moon sits on the ground

The carriage stopped at the post station slowly, and when Nie Fang and two got off the carriage, the driver bid them farewell and drove away.

The coachman thought for a while, turned around on his horse and reminded again: "You two, be careful, this place has not been peaceful recently."

Nie Qiu heard that he had good intentions in his tone, so he raised his hands and cupped his fists to say thank you from a distance.

At this time, it was almost full daylight, Fang Qisheng looked up, and saw a very bright red color gradually spread out behind the hills in the east, like vermilion dye that was accidentally knocked over on light blue silk and satin.The dyes had no rules to follow, but interspersed and interspersed throughout the sky, reminding him of the sporadic fiery red flower buds among the emerald green trees in early spring.

The color looks hot, but the morning wind is still cool.

Fang Qisheng suddenly felt a sense of relief in his current extremely difficult situation.

He turned his head to look at Nie Qiu, but saw him looking at the east, shivering as if he was really burned by the morning glow.

Fang Qisheng felt that something was wrong with Nie Qiu at this time, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. The next moment, the man with gentle brows and eyes turned around, and he opened his lips and explained to him: "The wind in this late autumn is indeed a bit biting."

The explanation was pale and weak if it was really said, but Nie Qiu explained it anyway, and Fang Qisheng felt that he was really respected by the people in front of him.He didn't really want to ask, after all, they were not close yet, but Nie Qiu's reaction made him feel strange - it stands to reason that Nie Qiu's age is also when he is rebellious. You shouldn't have that kind of ability to observe words and expressions, and the way you speak is also very flattering, just not annoying.

The strangeness is just strange, Fang Qisheng himself is still very useful.

And what actually happened?I'm afraid only Nie Qiu can know.

Not long after Nie Qiu landed, he saw Fang Qisheng looking in the direction of the sun, and followed him.The moment his line of sight came into contact with the red, a familiar burning sensation suddenly rose from his wrist, and spread to all his limbs in an instant. The pain that was more burning than last night burned Nie. Qiu flinched involuntarily, and happened to be seen by Fang Qisheng.

It was as if he drank flames, his stomach was burning, his heart was burning, his blood was boiling, his flesh and bones were scorched, and even the refreshing autumn wind made him feel more pain in his body. Qiu felt the labor pain eased.

Nie Qiu tried his best to hide the discomfort in his body, and calmly stroked the mark on his right wrist, but he didn't feel it was hot. The sudden flame seemed to burn his blood and meridians in his body, but he didn't feel it at all outside his body. not come out.

It seems that the aftereffects of using Sanhuyue are far from over.

He suppressed the pain, as if nothing had happened, put his hands behind his back, pinched the source of the pain with his left hand, and discussed: "It's still early, let's buy enough at the market first." Let’s go to the post station to rent horses.”

The two of them didn't have much luggage, and it was more than enough to carry on their backs, so there was no need to store it elsewhere.

Fang Qisheng nodded in agreement, and randomly grabbed a man with a red thread around his neck a few times from the post station boy and asked where the direction of the market was.

Seeing that the man's calves were shaking, Nie Qiu wanted to laugh, but his whole body was sore and weak, and he couldn't laugh.

Once Fang Qisheng meets something he likes, he will gradually put away his thorns like a hedgehog who relaxes his vigilance, his brows and eyes will be stretched out, and if the corners of his lips hook up, he will show a more youthful air, which is not at all noticeable. It was the notorious leader of the Demon Cult who came out.But he always has a sullen face, as if someone owed him hundreds of taels of gold, his lips are pursed into a straight line, he smiles very informally, and he has a vicious aura all over his body, and ordinary people can't help avoiding him on weekdays. he.

The man pointed out the direction to Fang Qisheng tremblingly, and he turned around to look for Nie Qiu, ready to go together, when he just turned his head, he saw a young man in white with a knife hanging on his waist squinting at him, looking at him. It looks like a smile but not a smile, the outline of the face is blurred by the warm sun behind him, and it looks out of place with the mundane behind him.

Fang Qisheng didn't say anything, but Nie Qiu thought his complexion was bad, so he tilted his head and reminded, "Let's go."

Small and large shops on the street opened one after another, but because it was still early, there were not many pedestrians on the street, and most of them came out to buy breakfast. Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng had already eaten when they were in the carriage. Seeing that there were few people, I just planned to be clean.

Fang Qisheng usually doesn't talk much, and he never talks nonsense when he can do it. He only talks a few more words when the conversation arises, so Nie Qiu only cares about holding back the pain along the way, and only talks to Fang Qisheng when he is in better condition. Anyway, he didn't show his physical discomfort.He said something, and Fang Qisheng answered it, and the atmosphere between the two was not awkward.

Seeing that Fang Qisheng suddenly stopped in front of a small shop, Nie Qiu stopped, looked down and found that the man was making some gadgets, and the table was scattered with sachets, bracelets and the like Fang Qisheng would definitely not buy this kind of thing. What he saw was one of the dark brown sword tassels that was not obvious.

The burning pain came and went quickly, and Nie Qiu was able to talk to Fang Qisheng normally at this time, and he didn't have to pinch his wrist to barely speak a few words to deal with him.

"Do you like this Jiansui?" Nie Qiu asked.

"Pair Chi Lian." Fang Qisheng reached out and picked up Jiansui to have a look, "It's too long, it will affect the moves."

As long as the long sword spike is used well, it can hide hidden weapons inside, and can even be used as a weapon, and it is more beautiful, but it is easy to wrap around the sword.But when Fang Qisheng used Chi Lian, he used two swords. He had to coordinate the balance of the two swords. He didn't have the time to pay attention to whether the sword tassel would be entangled with the sword. Naturally, he would not choose such a long sword tassel.

He put down the one in his hand and flipped through the others.

But the seller, when he saw the tassels tied on Nie Qiudao, couldn't help but look at them a few more times, and asked, "My lord, the material and workmanship of these tassels are of the highest quality. The tassels are scattered but not messy, like water." It’s generally agile, may I ask where you bought it from?”

Nie Qiu held up the tassel with two fingers, fiddled with it lightly, turned the light-colored bead on it, and revealed the small character engraved in the middle, saying: "Gift from an old friend."

Hearing what he said, the man didn't ask any more questions, and at this time Fang Qisheng turned over for a while and then stopped.

Although the other sword tassels are short, they are all brighter in color, which doesn't match Chi Lian's darker hilt.Fang Qisheng was not the kind of person who would be particularly persistent for such a thing. Seeing that there was no suitable one, he turned around and followed Nie Qiu and left the small shop. After inquiring about the road, he went to buy the dry food he needed on the road.

After the two bought it, there were more people on the street.

They didn't have anything else to buy, so after some discussion, they decided to go back. However, people on the street suddenly crowded towards the place where Nie Fang and the two were, as if they had seen something. Nie Qiuqing Frowning slightly, he jumped up to the eaves with Fang Qisheng.

After standing still, Nie Qiu lowered his eyes to look among the crowd, only to realize that not far from where they were standing just now, there was an old Taoist in ragged clothes, sitting in front of a fortune-telling booth with a face hanging beside him. A signboard with no words written, with words in his mouth.His stall is different from ordinary Taoist priests. Instead of putting paper, ink, brush, inkstone or Taoist scriptures, there are only eight or nine small kits. The color of the kits is extremely dim, not like decorations, but like It's like randomly picked up on the side of the road.

However, the others seemed to have seen some treasure, and they squeezed their heads to get the kits in front of the old man. Countless pieces of silver mixed with gold were thrown at the old man's stall, and the old man sat upright with a smile on his face. There, he remained unmoved in the slightest, allowing others to scramble for it, and whoever got it would get it, and he didn't count how much gold and silver was on the stall.

Nie Qiu felt suspicious, he turned his head and looked at Fang Qisheng, "It's so strange."

Let’s not talk about the strange kits or the fortune-telling booth at all, just talk about the old way, Nie Qiu just took a look at it and felt a chill rushing up his back, although he couldn’t tell what was strange, But it just feels weird.

Fang Qisheng pointed to the back of the old man's neck. The meat on it was a little raised, and he couldn't see it unless he looked carefully.

"Gu worm." Fang Qisheng said.

Nie Qiu squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the kits that were snatched from those people's hands, feeling somewhat familiar.

The boy at the post station had the same red thread tied around his neck as the brocade bag, with a strangely colored bead strung on it. The red thread around his neck was finally hidden under his clothes, so Nie Qiu didn't see him. What is it hanging on, but now it suddenly has a clue.

Seeing that the crowd at the bottom gradually dispersed due to scrambling for the kit, Nie Qiu jumped off the roof and landed in front of the old Taoist.

Nie Qiu said warmly: "I would like to ask the Taoist priest to help me calculate a hexagram."

The old man was slowly closing the stall, but after hearing what Nie Qiu said, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.

In the deep-set eye sockets, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up.

The old Taoist was not in a hurry to close the stall, and crossed his hands and asked very bluntly: "Nowadays, fortune-telling is rampant, I didn't expect someone to want a Taoist to help him tell his fortune?"

There are only a few celestial masters in the world, one is in the palace, and the rest don't know where to hide, so they are so easy to invite, his words are deliberately venting his anger.The ancestors of the Nie family were married to a celestial master, so it was established that all descendants of the Nie family should see the hexagrams by the descendants of that celestial master—however, celestial masters have always been short-lived. In a generation, he is probably the only one left in the line of celestial masters who tell Nie Qiu's fortune.

Nie Qiu was not annoyed, and repeated again, "Please ask the Taoist priest to help me calculate a hexagram."

"You... are really boring!" The old man waved his hands, sat down cross-legged, and found a pen and paper from somewhere, "Birth date?"

You can't say things like birth date horoscope casually. Fang Qisheng saw that the old man was really unreliable. He was sitting on the eaves and was thinking about jumping down to stop Nie Qiu, but he shook his head at him.

The nib of the pen was already stained with ink, and Nie Qiu didn't hide it, and directly wrote his birth date on the paper.

The old Taoist took it over, pinching his fingers while frowning in thought, and after a long while, he suddenly tore off the piece of paper.

The skinny old man covered his mouth and lowered his voice, and said with a smile: "It really is you."

Nie Qiu's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled after hearing what he said, "Did the Taoist see it?"

"The sky is full of gold, the sky is empty, the star of the greedy wolf hangs high, and the star of the red luan moves." The old Taoist still said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Except for the one from the Nie family, who else can have such a hexagram image?" ?”

His hexagram at the beginning caused a sensation in the whole Jianghu. After 15 years, although many people can't remember clearly, it is impossible for a celestial master or a Taoist to forget. The fortune-teller counted back and forth more than ten times before he was finally sure that he was not wrong. After that, the Taoist who wanted to come to Nie's mansion to give Nie Qiu a fortune-teller almost broke through the threshold - but basically they were prevaricated.

He can remember everything that happened 15 years ago clearly, and he can actually tell fortunes. This old man is not controlled by Gu insects.

Nie Qiu said bluntly, "Did the Gu on the back of Dao Chang's neck be raised by himself?"

The old Taoist subconsciously stroked the wriggling Gu worm on his neck, and smiled, "Feed the Gu with your body, and step into Huangquan Road with one foot, have you heard of it?"

In the state of half-life and half-death, one can see many things that ordinary people cannot see.

No wonder I broke out in a cold sweat when I saw this old man, Nie Qiu thought, that's why.

When he was young, a Taoist priest saw Nie Qiu's talent, so he wanted to accept him as a disciple, but Nie Chi refused. Although Nie Qiu did not learn any skills about this technique, he was still more sensitive than ordinary people. In fact, other people didn't see anything wrong with him, but Nie Qiu felt that he was very weird and creepy at a glance.

"Today is an eye-opener for me, and I will show off to those old people in the future!" The old man laughed, "I think we will meet again in the future, so you should remember—"

"My surname is Xu, and my single name is the word Lang."

The old man flipped his wrist, and slipped out two kits from his sleeve, "This one is for you and your friend sitting on the eaves."

He finally showed a weird smile, packed up the stall without saying a word, and left.