The bright moon sits on the ground

Although the sound of killing was loud and the sound of weapons clashing was endless, Nie Qiu still had a little luck when he went to Wenyunshui's courtyard.

He guessed there was still time.

It was just a nap on the couch for a while, how could things develop to this point so quickly?

Then when Nie Qiu moved lightly and landed gently in the Wenyunshui courtyard, he realized that everything was changing so quickly, and sometimes it only takes a moment to destroy a good thing.

The scene in the nightmare appeared in reality, and everything he feared happened.

He just left because he was upset, so he left without saying a word to Wen Wuwen Er. Maybe his tone was a bit off when he left. In short, he left as soon as his brain got hot. He didn't expect things to change at all. into this.

What if you do it all over again?

Nie Qiu's fingers pressing down on the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, and his whole body trembled.

He will stay, even if he is in a bad mood, even if the fighting between Wen Wu and Wen Er makes him feel too noisy,? He should also stay, even if it is just to watch,? Even if it is just to listen ...

Too bad it won't start all over again.

The Wenyunshui courtyard is different from the Changdeng courtyard. There is a lot of noise, breaking the tranquility of the night.

Even if it was only from the back, Nie Qiu could recognize that the disciple of Shenyun Pavilion who was lying on the ground was Wen Wu.

The bloodstains all over the place and Wen Si's body have clearly told others what happened here before.

Wen Wu knelt on the ground with disheveled hair. He tried to get up several times, but his legs were trembling. He slipped and fell to the ground again—his legs were broken.He was forcibly pulled by his hair and raised his head. Looking at the strangers in black in front of him and the blood of his fellow disciples stained on their hands, his eyes became darker, and he was no longer cheerful and talkative like before. .

He often fights with Wen Er, but has the best relationship with Wen Si.

Wen Er was also in a panic, no flesh was intact on his body, he seemed to be weak, even with a sword in his hand, his body trembled involuntarily, despite this, he still tried his best to save Wen Wu.

The man in black ignored him and raised the scimitar in his hand high.

"Wait!" Wen Er shouted with trembling lips, "Please spare him, please spare Xiao Wu—"

"Wen Er, shut up."

Wen on the side looked ashen, and sternly shouted: "Don't beg for mercy from them!"

The famous chaotic sword in his hand was broken into two pieces, one half was deeply embedded in the ground, and the other half was held in his hand.

Everyone said that among the five disciples under Wenyun Water Gate, Wen Er learned martial arts, Wen Yi learned strength of character, Wen San learned poetry reciting and painting, and Wen Si and Wen Wu respectively learned Yin and Yang swords. Law.

Every time he mentioned this, Chang Deng would sigh, the one who most resembles Wen Yunshui is Wen Yi, the big brother.

Nie Qiu was surprised, senior brother Wen Yi was very gentle and treated people well, how could he look like the taciturn master Wen Yunshui?

So Chang Deng said, "It's strength of character. Although they look different on the surface, they are very similar on the inside. No matter what happens, they refuse to bow their heads easily. Even if they are seriously injured or life-and-death juncture, they still stand upright." , Never beg for mercy.

He really resembles Wen Yunshui.

The blade slashed, piercing the long night.

Nie Qiu gritted his teeth, took a deep breath without hesitation, and threw the porcelain bottle containing the wound medicine in his hand.

The porcelain vase stably hit the long knife in the man in black's hand, and he didn't expect someone to make a move. In astonishment, the edge of the knife deflected, cut Wen Wu's long hair hanging on his shoulders, and knocked on the ground with a clang.

"Who?" he asked in surprise and anger.

The men in black around them dispersed in an instant, looking at every blind spot, vowing to find the person who disrupted their plans.

Contrary to their expressions, Wen Yi and Wen Er looked panic-stricken.

Nie Qiu didn't see it.

After throwing away the porcelain vase, he cautiously left that place, shuttled in the corridor, sometimes crossed the beams, and sometimes hid in the wing room, secretly observing the movements of those people, hoping to find a chance to kill them one by one.

Wen [-] and Wen [-]'s reaction was not slow. They rushed up when the porcelain bottle shattered and killed a few people. Unfortunately, there were too many people. When the men in black reacted, they were forcibly killed. Pressed on the ground.

The man in black with the knife was only panicked for a moment, and when he saw Wen Yi and Wen Er being pressed to the ground, he spat, just in case something happened. They talk nonsense, with their hands up and down.

He is cruel and merciless, just like those thieves.

Nie Qiu felt as if his heart stopped for a moment when the knife fell.

He couldn't care so much anymore, pulled out his knife, and ran out of his hiding place, praying in his heart, hoping that he would be in time.

Being in the Nie's family of merchants, Nie Qiu was influenced by Nie Chi and never believed in ghosts and gods. However, at this moment, he sincerely hopes that they exist and can answer the almost crazy prayer in his heart.

There are not so many miracles in the world.

If entering Shenyun Pavilion is a miracle, getting to know them is a miracle...

Perhaps God felt that he had given him too much, so he deprived him of everything in the future.

Suddenly a soft hand stretched out from behind. There were very few calluses on the tiger's mouth, a thin layer, and pulled Nie Qiu with all his strength, and then covered his eyes with the other hand.

"Don't look." The voice said softly.

The only student under Wenyun Shuimen who learned to recite poems and paint is Senior Sister Wen San.

Those hands pulled him back into the darkness.

Nie Qiu didn't struggle, and let his body sink into the darkness.

He thought he might cry.Otherwise, why would Senior Sister Wen San's hands be wet?

He heard Wen Yiwen Er's roar, heavy choking, and the muffled sound of objects falling to the ground.

"I was originally hidden here by them, but... I can't stand it any longer." Nie Qiu heard her senior sister's voice seemed to be crying, and she continued in a trembling voice, "These people have been drugged, let us I feel weak all over, but it’s not the same as Mongolian sweat medicine, I, I’ve looked at it for a long time, but I don’t know how to make an antidote, I’m too useless, I can’t do anything.”

She cried all of a sudden, "I have no strength, and I can't even hold the herbs steadily."

But it was these hands that pulled Nie Qiu back from the edge of the abyss.

Nie Qiu wanted Wen San to let go. Even if he was afraid of seeing this, he still wanted to see them for the last time, but when he touched Wen San's slightly trembling fingers, he was speechless again and could only ask: "Master, what about them?"

"All of them were called by the sect leader, and the big disciples followed. Brother Wen Yi was supposed to go too, but Wen Si fell ill that night, so he declined." She paused, "It was Han Shan who came to pass the news. .”

He couldn't hear Wen San's emotions, he just felt like his heart was being hammered hard, almost torn apart.

"Junior Brother Nie Qiu, although I don't know why you have not been affected by the medicine, but now is not the time to ask this, you should go." Wen San said, "Escape from this place, escape from Shenyun Pavilion, the farther you go, the better." , never come back."

"What about you?"

Wen San let go, but Nie Qiu saw a smile on her tear-stained face, "I have to live and die with them."

"They won't give up if they can't find someone, not to mention, with my current weak body, I can't run very far." Wen San wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and patted Nie gently. Qiu's head pointed out the shortcut for him, then without further words, he staggered out and passed Nie Qiu, "I'm leaving."

Nie Qiu raised his hand, but only touched her raised sleeve.

When the men in black saw Wen San coming out, they looked over one after another, and Nie Qiu had no choice but to back away.

He heard Wen Er scolding her for being so stupid, and heard Wen San's voice trying to cover up her crying. In the end, he could only grit his teeth, turn around and run in the direction pointed by the senior sister.

cold mountain.

It is Hanshan.

Chang Deng said at the beginning that his age was exactly the age when Nie Qiu first entered Shenyun Pavilion.

Obviously they were all the same age, when Nie Qiu and the disciples of Shenyun Pavilion were mingling together, Han Shan stood silently in front of the bamboo forest in the middle of the night, thinking little by little about the method of breaking the formation, pouring medicine into the water, and killing the outsiders. People come in.

Nie Qiu only wanted to get four words, and lured the wolf into the house.

They had good intentions, fearing that a child in Hanshan would be helpless outside and be bullied, so they took him into Shenyun Pavilion.

The head assigned him a wing, and the rest of the disciples would more or less take care of him, and I, I even mistakenly thought that he was lost when he was pondering the bamboo forest formation, and sent him back with my own hands.

Thinking of this, Nie Qiu felt his stomach churn and almost vomited.Has Han Shan been doing this kind of thing for half a year?

He didn't take other people's good intentions seriously at all, but showed the patience he shouldn't have at his age, stubbornly and silently stood in front of the bamboo sea in the dark night, looking at the vast dark green in front of him.

What is he thinking?

Nie Qiu stood near the gatekeeper's courtyard and stopped in his tracks.

It's too late, it's too late.

It is said that one step is wrong, every step is wrong.

He is one step late, step by step late.

There were more men in black at the door than anywhere else before, and the continuous flames in the dark night almost burned a big hole in the dome. Nie Qiu could hear the sound of fighting inside clearly from outside. .

His ears were sharp and he could clearly hear the conversation inside.

"Why are you doing this?" It was the headmaster's weak voice.

"Do I beg you to take me away?" Han Shan's tone didn't change at all, it was surprisingly cold, "My surname is Li, which is the same as the owner of the cottage. He is my father, and he was the last person to die in your hands. "

"Do you feel hopeless?"

He suddenly smiled, "I was even more desperate when I hid in the dark room under their cover. I was nestled in a stinky cell, and I cut the wound on my body with my own hands, and used the dust to stop the bleeding forcibly, creating an old wound." Do you know how painful it is? But I didn’t dare to cry out, and I didn’t dare to shed a single tear.”

"Master, do you think you have done a good thing? Take me into the Shenyun Pavilion with your own hands, and let me face these people who have blood feuds with me every day. I still have to pretend to be obedient and innocent. Do you have nightmares every night?"

He had nightmares every night, so he slipped out alone, standing in front of the bamboo sea and watching quietly.

He used to be afraid of the dark, but now he is not afraid anymore. Only darkness can make him feel peaceful, only darkness can make him feel that there is a place to put his wandering soul.

The people in the village are uneducated, and neither is his father. He can't come up with any good names, but he is rich or noble.

When the jail was opened that day, they asked what his name was.

The boy surnamed Li thought about it and said, Han Shan.

He had never felt that this mountain was as cold as it is today, it was bone-chillingly cold, as if his heart was as hard as a rock.

After entering Shenyun Pavilion, he never forgot his hatred for a single moment.

"In your eyes, we are evil, and in our eyes, you are evil." Han Shan exhaled slowly, and said, "In this troubled world, there is no distinction between good and evil, only life and death. You are just wishful thinking, being moved by yourself."

"Don't be stubborn, I will give you a happy time."

He said: "This is the only kindness I can have left in the past six months."

Nie Qiu's lips moved, but he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. There was anger, sadness, and perhaps the same strong hatred that Han Shan felt day and night.

But he didn't go in.

When he was quietly walking around the courtyard of the sect master, thinking about how to get in, he found two knives hidden under the dust in the corner of the wall.

Very familiar, one cold and one hot, containing frost and drinking fire.

A tassel is tied to the fire-drinking knife, and the word "Qing" is engraved on the dark beads.

Chang Deng and Yin Qingqing knew that he would come.

Maybe it's just a gamble, betting that he has a bad appetite, doesn't eat much dinner, and takes less medicine, so he has strength.

Chang Deng has lived for so long and has seen things thoroughly, he probably guessed that he and Yin Qingqing couldn't get away.

So the senior sister tied her own tassels as a talisman, and the master used some method to avoid the others, and threw the two knives out into the dust.

Really desperate.

The two knives were lying there quietly, very inconspicuous, but Nie Qiu understood that this was clearly telling him——

Let's go, take the amulet of senior sister, and the long knife that master promised to give you at the beginning, and leave here.

Nie Qiu's tears completely burst, flowing down the eye sockets, and slid to the corner of his mouth. He tasted it was salty, but he couldn't make a sound. He just shed tears silently, and reached out to pick up the two long knives .

And he did leave.

In Wen San's urging, in Wen Yi's roar, in Wen Er's begging for mercy, in Wen Wu's blind eyes, in the silent trust of Chang Deng and Yin Qingqing, he left Shen Yunge.

All Nie Qiu could leave behind was a "goodbye" that was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

In the moonless night valley, Nie Qiu thought, it was really cold.

In fact, the weather is very hot, but his hot heart is like being drenched in a basin of ice water, and it can't be warmed up.

Jiangshan is cold this night.

That's all.

The author has something to say: the river sends water to Banan, and the mountain crosses the cloud to the north.

On the autumn moonlit night in Jinting, who sees weeping and leaves the group.

The turbulent smoke cage was built in green, and the moon flew towards the south.

Lonely away from the pavilion, the country is cold this night.

——Wang Bo's "Jiangting Night Moon Farewell Two Poems"