The bright moon sits on the ground

The memory stops here.

Nie Qiu pulled himself away from the quagmire of memories.

He is not 15 years old now, nor is he in Shenyun Pavilion shrouded in dark clouds.

His current body is 20 years old, and he is currently in Invitation to Sendai to hold a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven.

Painful?

Painful.

On the day Nie Qiu was reborn, he sat on the eaves of Wangshan Inn all night.

He thought he was probably lucky, and Sanhuyue gave him a chance to start over.

He thought again that he was probably unlucky too.

It would be nice if it wasn't 20 years old.

If it could be earlier,? At the age of ten, even at the age of 15, before the eradication of bandits,? Before Han Shan was brought into the valley,? Before Shenyun Pavilion was destroyed,? Overnight Before the blood flowed into rivers.

At least he still has time to change everything, Chang Deng, Yin Qingqing, Wen Wu,? Wen San... none of them will die.

These long years are precious and beautiful, and it seems to him that he has exhausted his whole life, but he only took a few breaths to recall.No one knew what the high priest sitting on the altar was actually thinking.

Nie Qiu lowered his eyes, and quietly listened to the drumming music beside his ears, then sighed subtly.

The wound on his back was left when he escaped from Shenyun Pavilion.

Perhaps it was because of the deep hatred of blood, so none of the thieves dressed in black slacked off.

Just as he was running around, he was discovered.

The pursuers behind him ran very fast, biting the distance to death. Even if Nie Qiu tried to use his familiarity with Shenyun Pavilion to get rid of the group of people, it was just a futile move—and with time, As time goes by, there are more and more people behind.

He was emotionally ups and downs, and he hadn't eaten dinner. After picking up the Shuangshuang and drinking fire knives, he felt that his stomach was empty and his body was weak, and he couldn't deal with them for too long.

Shenyun Pavilion is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the remaining side is the guarded bamboo sea. If you want to get rid of the pursuers behind you, you can only climb over the towering mountains that Shenyun Pavilion is backed by, Lianyun Mountain, which is like a moat.

Lianyun Mountain is rugged and steep, and there are countless poisonous insects and beasts on the mountain. Normal people would not think of escaping from there.

But that's all he has now.

Fleeing in a panic.

The sound of weapons clashing, cursing, shouting, and crying.

There is also an overwhelming smell of blood.

That was all he had of that night.

It was also at that time that I was too young, didn't take into account the things behind, and only knew despair when I was chased to the edge of a cliff.

The instinctive reaction made Nie Qiu sideways to avoid the fatal blow. The extremely fast scimitar slashed obliquely from the left shoulder, almost across the entire back, and finally stopped at the right waist.Wherever it passed, blood flowed horizontally, and the skin was torn apart. It seemed that it was almost able to cut off the entire back, split the flesh and bones, and cut the person into two pieces.

His vision blurred in pain, his feet slipped, and he fell.

Lianyun Mountain soared into the clouds, the cliff was bottomless, and there was no shortcut to go down. The group of people waited and watched for a while on the edge of the cliff, but they could only see the black abyss below.

Even the most ferocious bandits are terrified.

So instead of looking for it, they turned around and left.

The bottom is so deep, people will definitely not be able to survive if they fall.

Even Nie Qiu felt that he would die here, and everything ended here.

Obviously the pain in his back was so painful that his eyes were completely white, and the wind on the cliff was so sharp that it almost cut a hole in his body, and he was falling into the abyss, but Nie Qiu could clearly feel the pain in his wrist. There was a trace of itching on the skin, as if something had gently rubbed against the skin.

It is the tassel left by the senior sister.

Nie Qiu woke up in an instant, pulled out the fire-drinking knife with his backhand, and slammed it into the cliff.

The blade rubbed and collided with the stone wall, making a piercing sound, and sporadic sparks splashed out, instantly illuminating the dark bottom of the cliff, and also illuminating the strange trees with twigs on the cliff.

Nie Qiu felt a branch scratching his skin, forcefully tearing open the already deep knife wound on his back.

Blood may be flowing continuously, and sweat slid from his forehead, moistening his eyes.

His hands and feet were weak, but he still refused to let go, and tightly held the fire-drinking knife with that trembling hand.

The handle is cold, the blade is cold, the temperature of the metal, but there is a flame-like brilliance flowing on it, shallow, and it seems to bring him a faint warmth.

In the darkness, the boy slipped deeper into the abyss.

He couldn't hear anything, and the sound of wind and insects all bypassed him.

Nie Qiu vaguely thought that he had to live.

He is the closed disciple of Shenyun Pavilion, and also the last disciple remaining in the world.

If he fell into the underworld and met other people when he passed the Sansheng Stone, how dare he face them?

The slender and hard fire-drinking knife was embedded in the stone wall, constantly bringing him down.

Finally, tremblingly, it broke into two pieces with a snap.

Nie Qiu immediately lost the buffer and fell straight down.

When he hit the bottom of the cliff, he felt that his internal organs might be shattered, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The crisp sound was not his auditory hallucination, but a few of his bones were really broken.

Nie Qiu panted heavily, trying to swallow the blood in his throat.

There were no stars or moon in the night sky overhead, just pitch black like a huge curtain.

He crawled towards the cliff, dragged his immobile body forward with his elbows, and finally endured the severe pain, stood up, carefully avoided the wound, and leaned against the cold and hard stone wall, fainting. past.

This is only his first day off the cliff.

In the later days, if it was sunny, he would have to chew on those weeds and flowers to absorb water.

It would be best if it rained heavily in the mountains.

Nie Qiu raised his head and opened his mouth to catch the raindrops falling from the sky.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the rain in this mountain smells like blood no matter how you taste it.

Swallowing it was like drinking blood, it was hot and burned the abdomen.

After he filled his stomach with rainwater, he was able to think about other things.

The cliff of Lianyun Mountain is high and dangerous, now that he has fallen to the bottom of the cliff, he doesn't know when he will find the way out.

This is still the second thing, first of all, he must heal his injuries.

Fortunately, Nie Qiu is fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is in good health. Although he was seriously injured and may have internal injuries, at least he can feel that the external injuries are gradually scabbing and the flesh is growing back.

The Fire Drinking Knife broke in two, and he put it beside Hanshuang Knife.

As for the scabbard of drinking fire, when Nie Qiu fell off the cliff and pulled out the knife in a hurry, he didn't know where it fell.

He stretched out his arm with difficulty, gently rubbing the broken part of the blade with his fingertips.

From then on, only Hanshuang remained, no longer drinking fire.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, gradually drowning out the voice in Nie Qiu's heart.

He didn't hide it, raised his face, and let the rain hit his cheeks, forming a small pool in his eye sockets.

Nie Qiu originally didn't want to think about the past, but he couldn't help but think of Wen Wu.

The person who was about his age and always liked to compete with him.

Nie Qiu and Wen Wu often compete. Sometimes Nie Qiu wins, and Wen Wu calls him a senior brother. If Wen Wu wins, even if Nie Qiu calls him a senior brother, he will deny it at first. If you don't have any points, just call what should be called.

To say how they got acquainted, the opportunity actually came on a rainy day.

It rained heavily that day, as much as today.

Originally, when Nie Qiu was about to go out, he found that the weather was very cloudy, and it was raining lightly, but it was not heavy, and he had already made an appointment with Wen Wu. Gotta go there and wait.

After going, Wen Wu is also there.

Neither of them held an umbrella. Seeing him coming, Wen Wu jumped onto the competition stage with one hand.

After all, it was a sparring session, so Nie Qiu didn't say much, and followed up.

They drew their swords one by one, prepared a full set of etiquette to show humility, and then prepared to do it.

As a result, there was a thunderclap from the sky, a flash of lightning flashed by, and the heavy rain poured down.

Nie Qiu and Wen Wu were thoroughly drenched, they stared at each other blankly, and both saw each other in a state of distress.

"I say--"

In the heavy rain, Wen Wu's voice could not be heard clearly.So Nie Qiu asked loudly, "What did you say?"

"I said, don't you want to avoid the rain?" Wen Wu said loudly, his voice overshadowed the thunder, "If I get sick from the rain, Master will scold me!"

Nie Qiu smiled inexplicably, "Okay!"

This is the first time they chat normally.

The two soaked chickens retracted their weapons and found a small pavilion to hide from the rain.

Twist the corner of the clothes, and a large puddle of water can come out.

Hiding in the small pavilion, my body was very cold, my upper teeth collided with the lower teeth, I wanted to shrink into a ball, and I was concerned that the people around me were my opponents anyway, so I was embarrassed to do this, so I could only pretend that nothing had happened with a sullen face .

As a result, the two looked at each other, only to realize that the other was also cold, they couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and both burst into laughter.

The dissatisfaction between the two boys was just because of such a simple look at each other.

After laughing, Wen Wu couldn't bear the loneliness, and took the initiative to open the chatter box: "Do you think they will come to pick us up?"

Nie Qiu thought for a while, "Senior sister should come to pick me up. Master may have fallen asleep by now."

"Hey, my brothers and sisters probably don't even know that I'm going out." Wen Wu looked envious, "I don't even expect my master to come."

It turned out that the one who appeared first was Yin Qingqing who was holding an umbrella. In addition to another umbrella, she was also holding a thick fox fur coat.After seeing Wen Wu, she was obviously stunned for a moment, probably because she didn't expect that no one came to pick him up.

"I only found two umbrellas, and it was raining heavily, so I didn't call Master." Yin Qingqing put the fox fur on Nie Qiu's body, fastened it for him, and explained lightly, "Master went to boil water, You can take a hot shower when you get back."

Wen Wuyue looked more and more sad, tears rolled in his eyes, and felt that his future was really bleak.

Yin Qingqing really couldn't ignore him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Why don't you take this umbrella."

In such a heavy rain, if two people hold an umbrella, one of them will definitely get wet.

Wen Wu didn't want to pick it up at first, but seeing the heavy rain outside, he nodded cheekily.

When he was about to reach out to pick it up, another figure suddenly appeared in the rain.

"Xiao Wu, are you there?"

The figure shouted from a distance.

Wen Wu immediately pushed the umbrella back to Yin Qingqing, stood up and responded loudly: "Brother, I am here!"

A handsome man with a dagger named "Luanzhan" hanging on his waist walked over following the sound.He was not as careful and thoughtful as Yin Qingqing, and he didn't hold any other umbrellas or fox furs in his hands, but Wen Wu immediately became happy.

Wen Yi first greeted Yin Qingqing and Nie Qiu, looked down at his junior brother, and said in surprise, "Are you crying?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Lever

Wen Wu was out of breath.

Wen Yi wiped the tears off his face with his hands, and coaxed: "It's nothing. Brother Wen Er boiled hot soup in the kitchen, Senior Sister Wen San lit a stove in your room, Senior Brother Wen Si...he seems Very sleepy, still sleeping."

"What about Master?" Wen Wu's temper suddenly came up, and he uttered wild words in aggrieved manner.

"Master..." Wen Yi obviously paused, "Go back and ask Master to coax you as well."

Wen Wu was still afraid of Wen Yunshui, so he woke up and sniffed, "Forget it!"

He turned his head and saw Nie Qiu turned his back and shrugged his shoulders, so he gave up and said, "Laugh if you want."

So Nie Qiu really laughed out loud.

Thinking of this, Nie Qiu, who was drenched in the torrential rain and had no pain all over his body, couldn't help laughing.

It's just a pity that no one will accompany him to wait for the rain to stop this time, and no one will come to pick him up to go home.