The bright moon sits on the ground

After the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, Nie Qiu first went back to the Panxing Hall with the old priest, made some adjustments, and then left the palace.

After all, the position of priest has not yet been handed over to Nie Qiu. The old priest can at least last a few more years. He is not the "Priest Nie" in the world's population, but is just a candidate appointed by the emperor.

It's hard to fathom the holy will, no one knows if he will suddenly withdraw Nie Qiu's priesthood.

But Nie Qiu made up an excuse, saying that to avoid suspicion, he would not return to Nie's house.

He stayed at the Wangshan Inn. He was alone, but he felt at ease.

Qi Qianyuan still had something to do when he returned to the palace, so he didn't contact him immediately after the ceremony.

So Nie Qiu stayed clean for a long time after Xia Yancheng.

During this period, Shenggui came with a letter from Bu Chenrong.

It was evening when it came, and the doors and windows were obviously closed, but the flame on the wick suddenly shook violently, went out with a "chi" and was only lit up again after a while, but there was already someone standing by the table A gentle woman in a fiery red robe and a gold hairpin and jade hairpin, with her hands folded in front of her, smiled when she saw Nie Qiu looking over.

"Master Nie, long time no see."

When a ghost came, there would be a chill in the room. After Nie Qiu was reborn, he would be keenly aware of this coldness, so he was not too surprised, and nodded his head as a greeting.

However, it's been a long time.

After all, it has been more than half a month since I left Xiayan City.

He opened the letter handed over by the ghost.

As usual, the beginning of the chapter is a kiss from Nie Qiu.

"Long time no see." He seemed to be able to see Bu Chenrong reading and writing.

"You also know that I fell asleep intermittently in Bu's house. The low buildings in the mansion are dilapidated, thick with dust, and there is no food. There is no way for living people to live here."

When she wrote this point, she seemed to be a little distressed, and the pen paused, leaving an ink dot.

"He's still young, I'm afraid I won't be able to take good care of him, so I started to prepare immediately after receiving your letter..."

"If you meet people nearby, they will tell you that the wind gusts on the Fengxue Mountains all day can blow people over."

"Hundred ghosts came out in full force for the first time, just to clean up this dilapidated mansion. I find it funny to say it."

The subsequent ink blots gradually faded, and the ink on the tip of the pen was about to run out.

"Actually, I'm not very good at doing these things. Senior Sister Qing is better at dealing with these complicated and tedious details than I am. In short, the Bu's house is still not as good as it was before, but after cleaning it, at least there will be room for people to live in. I also put some food, and I asked the ghosts to search for it. Although the silver taels were left behind, those people should have been frightened by them."

She dipped the wolf hair in black ink again.

"I, and more than a hundred ghosts from the Bu family have been looking forward to it for two days, and finally the living ghost has come back. He is indeed very smart, and he knows how to make a deal with the waste, and he is contaminated with the atmosphere of the Bu family, even if his The extreme yin physique caused all the ghosts to become restless, staring at him, but they didn't dare to do anything to him. Even if I'm not around, there is no need to worry that he will be injured."

"You seem to want me to accept him as an apprentice, and I have that wish too, but after thinking about it, I think I still can't do it."

"If Sister Yuan and Brother Yuan were still there, it would probably be much smoother. The two of them are the most suitable for teaching people."

Bu Chenrong moved the pen holder slowly, and wrote, "I think I can be a senior sister at most, and I can't do it in the future."

"Because he doesn't have a name, it's very inconvenient. I asked him what name he wanted, but he couldn't speak, so he shook his head, probably meaning it didn't matter. So I went to Zangshuge to look through the books for a long time, and finally finalized it. his name--"

Nie Qiu seemed to be able to see Bu Chenrong smiling slightly when he wrote this sentence.

"Ande flew away and raised his hand to thank the dust."

"Bu Chen'an. How do you feel?"

Gently stroking the black letters on a white background on the letter paper, Nie Qiu understood the meaning of Bu Chenrong's name.

The Bu family has been destroyed, and what she will face in the future is an unattainable way of heaven.

Even so, Bu Chenrong also hoped that the little junior brother he had just accepted would not get involved in this muddy water, and just go back to the mountains.

But facing the way of heaven, who in this world can completely stay out of it?Nie Qiu sighed, but still took up his pen and replied: Good name.

The raw ghost who was standing quietly by the side suddenly said, "Young Master Nie, we have all heard about it."

Nie Qiu stopped the pen holder in his hand and looked up at it.

"Since you have already decided." It paused, "Chen Rong said, she won't say anything more."

"Well, it's decided." Nie Qiu lowered his eyes and continued to write his reply to Bu Chenrong.

"Her sister, Bu Chenyuan once told me that the way Chenrong found to reverse the destiny was me, and I made this decision now, which can be regarded as what everyone expects." He suddenly remembered the cry that he saw in the memories of the Bu family. Bu Chenrong, who was in tears, added, "This is not only about Bu Chenrong alone, but also about me, and all the ghosts in the Bu family. It's a waste—this time she won't be alone Shrunk down in the dark passage."

The eyelashes of the living ghost trembled slightly, and it raised its hand, like a living person, and naturally moved a strand of hair from the sideburns behind its ears, and the steps on its head shook without making any sound.There was a slight tremor in its tone, "This sentence is not for the ghost of the Bu family, nor for Bu Chenrong, but for my own identity. Thank you."

"Now, if I meet Lingqing on Huangquan Road, I dare to chat with her." It smiled, "Mr. Nie, I was a close friend with Bu Lingqing when I was alive, and it was the same after death. I have tried my best, and I have always refused to reincarnate. Since the young master has decided to do this, I will not stand on the sidelines, if the young master has any difficulties, just tell me."

It turned out that because of this, Bu Chenrong still trusted Shenggui even though he didn't make a contract with the Bu family.

After finishing speaking, Sheng Gui calmed down the excitement just now, spoke softly and politely as before, and bowed solemnly, "I first wish you son, a victory and return with victory."

When it said this, it used the tone of an opera, with the unique gentleness of the water town, but the words were sonorous, with hundreds of turns.

It's like the last song listened to by soldiers in armor before going out to battle.

So Nie Qiu also solemnly returned the gift, "I would like to borrow your good words."

After Shenggui left with the letter, Nie Qiu was at ease again.

Since he is idle, he will occasionally go to the teahouse to listen to books, wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face - the ceremony of worshiping heaven has just passed, and now everyone in the imperial city probably recognizes him, so he has to avoid the wind head.

The old storyteller likes to knock on the folding fan when he is excited, and drinks tea without hesitation when he is thirsty. The people below watch him, but don't care, they are all engrossed in listening to the wise words he spits out.

The teahouse is indeed a very strange place. There are poor people, passing beggars, high-ranking officials and knight-errants. Nie Qiu kept an eye out and found that there would occasionally be members of the Demon Cult here.

The audience came and went, but the old man on the stage remained the same.

Nie Qiu originally listened to it with the idea of ​​killing time, but if he heard the rumors from the old man's mouth that were completely contrary to the truth, he would not be able to help but smile.But the old man's news is indeed well-informed, and what he said is basically the same as the reality, so when Nie Qiu came back to listen, as soon as he sat down and heard the word "Demon Cult", he couldn't help but listen carefully.

"It is said that Fang Qisheng, the leader of the Demon Cult, ascended to the position of leader, which shows that his methods are cruel."

In fact, Fang Qisheng didn't want to be the leader at that time, because his master, the previous leader Chang Jinyu, disappeared, and the Demon Cult needed someone to take charge of the overall situation. seat.

"The Demon Cult has a new leader, and the situation is unstable. Everyone should know the gates of the Demon Cult: Qinglongmen, Baihumen, Suzakumen, and Xuanwumen. None of them are easy to mess with. If there is no way, They can’t be restrained.” The old man looked at the concentration of the people below with satisfaction, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then continued, “So this Fang Qisheng, wait until the situation of the Demon Cult’s main rudder is stabilized. , I personally went to the place where the four gates were located, and suppressed the four gates, from east to west, from north to south, across the jurisdiction of the imperial court, it can be described as a huge momentum."

It is said that it is to suppress the four sects, but Fang Qisheng is actually secretly looking for the traces of the former leader.

"The Qinglong Gate in the deep desert, the White Tiger Gate in the swamp, the Suzaku Gate in the mountains, and the Xuanwu Gate in the shadows."

"Following the surrender at Qinglongmen last month, Fang Qisheng has now gone to Baihumen." The old man stroked his beard and paused cleverly for a moment, "Old man, I have heard some rumors, so I dare to tell everyone."

"Shi Huang, the master of the White Tiger Gate, everyone here should have heard about it. He raised dozens of tigers in the White Tiger Gate, and all of them are fat and strong. Ordinary people dare not even take a look at the vicinity. Not to mention his personality It's weird, if something goes wrong, they will kill people, and there are people of insight in the Jianghu who want to eradicate evil for the people, but when they are thrown out, they all turn into gnawed corpses."

"The Demon Cult advocates force. Even the leader, those sect leaders will not give him any face before he surrenders." He said, "I heard that Fang Qisheng went to Baihumen alone and disappeared for ten days. I don't know why. Not already..."

Nie Qiu was glad that he was wearing a bamboo hat, so he didn't show too much emotion.

He also fought against Shi Huang in his previous life, and that person's temperament was no different from what the old man said.

Moreover, Ji Wanghe, the head of the Suzaku Sect, even dared to send someone to assassinate Fang Qisheng, which means that all the four sects of the Demon Sect have some opinions on this new leader. It would not be surprising if the head of the Baihu Sect did something similar. .

What if Fang Qisheng was really killed by Shi Huang and buried in Baihumen?

It's hard to describe Nie Qiu's mood at this time, he just felt terrified, and his hands and feet were as cold as ice.

Knowing that Fang Qisheng in the previous life quickly suppressed the four sects and caused an uproar in the Jianghu, but that was just what the spectators listened to with their ears, and no one knew what he had experienced.

What's more, since rebirth, many things have been completely different from the previous life.

If, just to say if, Fang Qisheng's suppression of the four sects did not go well this time, and he failed on the way...

It took several deep breaths to calm down the boiling emotions.

But since An Pi, who is an uncle, dared to let him go alone and didn't let Huang Sheng follow, does it also mean that he knew that Fang Qisheng would not encounter too many dangers when he went here?

However, even if you think about it in a good place, Fang Qisheng's state at this time should not be considered very good.

Now I can only pray that there is nothing serious about his body.

The swampy land of Baihumen is cold and damp. If he is buried there, no one will know about it. Until the body rots and the bones are picked up, no one may be able to identify who it is.

Nie Qiu didn't want to think about it any further. The old man on the stage was still babbling about how terrible the methods of the master of Baihumen were, so he pressed the bamboo hat on his head, got up and left.