The bright moon sits on the ground

After leaving the teahouse, Nie Qiu found that it was still early, obviously not the time to go back to the inn.

He was a little confused, and his thoughts were kneaded into a mess of lines, which he couldn't straighten out.

Although people left the teahouse, the voice of the old man talking loudly became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely,? But that sentence kept repeating in his ears, as if deliberately asking him to imagine those scenes.

So Nie Qiu unconsciously took steps, wanting to relax.

He stopped and stopped along the way, and when Nie Qiu came to his senses, he had already reached the foot of Suifeng Mountain.

Looking at the majestic and continuous mountains in front of him, he let out a breath slowly.

This is the mess that cares about.

He was in the imperial city, at least a thousand miles away from Fang Qisheng who was in Baihumen, no matter how much he worried about Fang Qisheng here, it would be useless.After all, it was impossible for him to rush there overnight to see Fang Qisheng's situation.

Nie Qiu took out the sword fringe made by himself from his arms. It was dark green tassels with a cool fragrance like moss, and black beads. When he held it in his hand, it hung down softly, clinging to it. On the soft flesh of his palm.

This Jiansui,? I don't know if there is a chance to give it away.

Such a thought flashed through his mind, then sank quickly, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Senior Sister has the word "Qing" on the bead of her fringe. When she made the fringe for him, she also engraved the character "Autumn" on the bead. ? Only in this way can it be considered complete.

At the beginning, Nie Qiu simply finished the sword tassel, and did not expect to engrave it.

What's more, Fang Qisheng is not in front of him. Even if he wants to engrave characters, he has to ask a question in advance...

He looked up at a splash-ink landscape painting in front of him. The lingering clouds and mist smudged the edges of the mountain peaks very lightly, mixing them together, making it difficult to distinguish between you and me. The near and far mountains stand together, unlike the beauty of the world.

At this season, I don't know what Baihumen looks like in the swamp.

The hand holding Jiansui tightened slightly.

After you go back, let's engrave a word on it.

Nie Qiu thought so, and put away the sword tassel casually.

The water vapor on the mountain is very heavy, and the damp breath keeps pouring into the nostrils, which is a scene of rain coming.

Wangshan Inn is very close to here, and you can walk back in just a cup of tea.

He was about to leave when he heard arguing and arguing in the distance.

There was still a long distance from those two people, but Nie Qiu's hearing was extraordinary, so he could still tell that they were a man and a woman.

The clouds are rolling, the mountains are blowing strong winds, and the rain is about to fall.

After helping out that time and finding out that it was Fang Qisheng who helped, Nie Qiu actually didn't want to meddle in such nosy matters.

It may be a family matter that does not allow others to interfere, or it may be something else, it is not Nie Qiu's business.

Even though he thought so, Nie Qiu still passed.

As the distance gradually narrowed, the premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Sure enough, he felt that the woman's back looked very familiar before, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

After approaching, Nie Qiu became more sure.

Her hair was combed neatly behind her head, with only a thin layer hanging over her shoulders. Her attire was different from that of ordinary women, without any extra accessories. No weapons were attached.

There was an old box on the ground, it was still hanging on her shoulder when I saw her last time.

It was the young woman that Nie Qiu happened to see on the way to invite Xiantai during the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

Last time I only saw the back, so I didn't recognize it.

But now that they met again, Nie Qiu decided to find out who this person was who made his heart overflow with strange emotions.

Seeing someone approaching, the man showed a little panic on his face.

It should be an unfamiliar person, otherwise it wouldn't be such an abnormal appearance.

With confidence in his mind, Nie Qiu asked, "Dare to ask me, who is she?"

The man didn't expect that he would actually intervene in his affairs, his expression changed, and when he was about to speak, the young woman who was holding onto the box tightly shouted: "He is not me, he wants to steal money and sex! "

Nie Qiu heard the ferocious-looking man scold viciously.

Now that she had said so, and she had meddled in her own business, Nie Qiu decided to be a good man to the end, and fought back and forth with him at will for a while, and drove the man away without any effort.

With such poor martial arts, he looked like an inexperienced robber.

No one with a little background would be bullied so badly by him.

So the woman in front of her must not know any martial arts.

So, where did I see it?Righteous way is impossible, she doesn't know martial arts; Devil's Cult is even more impossible; she doesn't look like someone from the imperial court; could it be that they belong to the family of merchants?But the clothes on her body are not luxurious.

Nie Qiu thought about it calmly, and asked softly, "Girl, are you alright?"

What he said is like a clichéd plot in a story book when the hero saves the beauty.

The young woman let out a sigh, a little distressed, "I sprained my ankle."

While saying "thank you", she raised her head to look at the benevolent knight who saved her.

However, the knight who was wearing a bamboo hat and couldn't see his face took a step back after seeing her appearance.

Am I ugly?

The woman froze for a moment, doubting her own appearance for the first time in her life.

Although the chivalrous man in front of him has a gentle and pleasant voice and beautiful hands exposed, he doesn't look so good-looking, does he?

She suddenly got a little angry.

But he saved himself anyway, so the woman showed her patience and asked politely: "Can you help me to the rock next to it? My ankle is injured and I can't walk normally."

The knight in white put his hand into his bamboo hat, put it under his lips, and coughed softly.

"I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you, girl, do it yourself."

The woman put the big box in her hand on the ground with a "clang" and gritted her teeth, "I really don't want to strike up a conversation with you!"

If she hadn't been chased by robbers for so long, accidentally stepped on a stone on the road, and sprained her foot, she wouldn't be in such a mess.

Thinking of this, the pain in her swollen ankle made her scalp numb again.

The knight was silent for a while, then asked, "What's your name?"

She laughed, "You should sign up yourself before asking me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman saw the person in front of her turn around and was about to leave.

Are all people in the world like this?She felt depressed in her heart.

This place is too remote, what if there is no one left after he leaves?

Thinking of this, the woman quickly stretched out a hand to stop him.

"My surname is Xiao, Xiao Xueyang!"

Although everyone in the family said not to reveal his real name easily, Xiao Xueyang is still not used to making up lies.

After one embarrassing moment of slipping up, she never did it again.

The back of the knight in white, standing upright like a pine and cypress, paused for a moment, then finally stopped and turned his head.He stretched out his hand to lift up the tulle that covered his face, and piled it on the curved arc of the bamboo hat, revealing that unforgettable face.

Clouds and mist curled up behind him, and the fairyland-like Suifeng could only be reduced to a foil.

God, isn't this the alluring young priest at the Heaven Worship Ceremony?How come here?

Xiao Xueyang choked for breath.

"Nie Qiu."

The pair of thin lips lifted slightly and spit out two words.

Although there was no change on Nie Qiu's face, there were mixed feelings in his heart.

He was simply too impressed, so when he saw this face, he remembered the scene in his previous life.

The third son of the Jia family wanted to marry a wife. As the head of the family, Jia Lingchang was naturally very happy. He arranged a banquet with great fanfare and invited famous people from all walks of life. There are people from the Demon Cult... and Nie Chi gave the invitation letter to Nie Qiu to represent Nie's family because of his guilty conscience and to make up for him.

The bride in the red shirt was helped out of the sedan chair and handed over to the groom.

Suddenly, children on both sides began to sprinkle flowers, and the red and pink petals swirled in the air one after another.

Amidst the rich fragrance of flowers, a smell of rouge suddenly broke in.

He supported the woman who bumped into him, but was slapped away severely.

"Nie Qiu, I've seen you! You really don't know what to do, and you seduce a married man! You are still rightly known as a person who saves people and saves the world. Today, it's nothing more than that—"

"Lin Du, you always recognize it, right?"

This is followed by some non-repetitive swear words.

Nie Qiu just thought about it, and felt his temples throbbing.The words she used to scold herself at that time were so impressive, they could be called the most shocking words he had heard in the past 20 years.

This young woman is Lin Du's wife.

He didn't remember exactly when Lin Du married, and he didn't know if Xiao Xueyang had met Lin Du at this time.

However, it was clear that he was involved in another troublesome matter.

That face was upright at this moment, looking at him, blinking a pair of eyes twice, as if very puzzled.

I can't say how beautiful she is, but she is very delicate, and there is an aura between her eyebrows and eyes.

Looking at her appearance, she couldn't imagine that she was the one who scolded her at that time.

Then Nie Qiu thought of Huang Sheng inexplicably, that member of the Demon Cult who was always domineering in his memory.

He met Huang Sheng in this life, and before talking to him, he also had an ambiguous attitude towards Huang Sheng.

There is also Fang Qisheng, they were considered sworn enemies in their last life, and they hardly had a normal conversation like this one.

The way Xiao Xueyang looked at him was normal, without any negative emotions.

At this time, she should not have hated herself as an enemy.

If possible, Nie Qiu thought, he really didn't want to have too much involvement with Xiao Xueyang.

But it was a gloomy day, and it was about to rain, and it was no virtue to throw a wounded man down a hill.

He will help people to the end, and send the Buddha to the West.

So Nie Qiu leaned down, gently held Xiao Xueyang's arm through the cloth, and led her to the stone next to her.

After all, men and women are different, so he tried his best to avoid touching her warm skin, he helped Xiao Xueyang to the boulder and let go.

Xiao Xueyang didn't care about his previous hesitation, thanked him and sat down.

She propped up one leg, opened the old box, took out some bottles and cans from inside, flipped her fingers up and down, quickly applied the medicine to herself, and wrapped her swollen ankle tightly with gauze In fact, clamp two pieces of wood and fix them well, and then you're done.

Nie Qiu stood beside her and watched her movements quietly.

Different from what he remembered, Xiao Xueyang didn't have the slightest choking rouge smell on his body.

When you get close, you can clearly smell the sweet and bitter medicinal smell. It is a smell that only people who have been soaked in herbs all year round will have. Because it is as familiar as breathing air, so she probably doesn't know it. .

I don't know how much fresher this smell is than the rouge smell.

After Xiao Xueyang packed her things, she thought for a while, took out a small porcelain bottle from the lower floor, unscrewed the lid, and suddenly there was an indescribably bitter medicinal smell in the air, but without any hesitation, she raised her head and poured it down her throat inside.

"what is this?"

"It's for pain relief." Xiao Xueyang explained simply, found a wooden stick from the side, and stood up with support.

"Is there an inn near here?" she asked.

There are, but the Wangshan Inn is a well-known inn after all, and it is estimated that there are no vacancies now.

Nie Qiu thought about it, and explained it to Xiao Xueyang.

Xiao Xueyang had also heard of the name of Wangshan Inn, so he didn't force it, and said carelessly: "It's okay, I can sleep in the woodshed."

With her delicate body, can she really have a good night's sleep in the firewood room?

Nie Qiu didn't refute anymore, a few drops of rain had already fallen in the sky, the most important thing for them to do now was to hurry back to the inn.

So he was very surprised that this person who publicly pointed at him and scolded him in the previous life was on the same road for a short time in this cloudy day.