The bright moon sits on the ground

Seeing Fang Qisheng jumping down from the eaves, Nie Qiu quietly handed Fang Qisheng the bag that the old Taoist gave him, "He gave it to him."

Fang Qisheng also knew that other people had been vying for the kit, so he looked around calmly, but declined in a low voice, letting Nie Qiu take both.

Nie Qiu didn't say anything else, and put the two kits into his arms.

There was a seal on the kit, and it would not be able to close if it was opened. Nie Qiu had carefully observed it beforehand, so he did not open it hastily.

Fang Qisheng's eyes were full of inquiry, and Nie Qiu didn't want to deepen his misunderstanding.That's right, after all, Xu Lang deliberately lowered his voice when he said the following words to him, and Fang Qisheng was not close, so naturally he didn't hear much of the conversation between them, so he should be vigilant according to common sense.After all, if Fang Qisheng thought that Nie Qiu and Xu Lang were in collusion, Nie Qiu would have no way to defend against any weirdness in this bag.

The two of them didn't have anything else to buy, so they didn't mention this matter again, and returned along the same road, and went back to the post station to borrow horses.

Near the entrance of the city, an old man in his seventies was lying on the side of the street, looking half dead, with a broken bowl in front of him, and there were very few copper plates in it, let alone silver, which was pitifully scarce.

When Nie Qiu walked over, he gently put a piece of silver in.

His pace didn't stop for a moment, and his movements were so small that no one around him noticed, not even the old man.

Fang Qisheng naturally noticed it, moved his lips, and said: "There are so many poor people in the world, if you can save them for a while, you can't save them forever, and if you can save this person, you can't save the world."

Suddenly there was a commotion from behind, but it was the old man who saw the silver, he was not stupid, he didn't announce it loudly, but quietly held the silver in his palm, and kowtowed a few times towards the front.

Nie Qiu also heard the voice and didn't look back, "Giving him this ingot of silver is nothing more than a few vegetarian meals for me."

Fang Qisheng saw that he didn't think he had done anything good, and sighed in his heart, "Brother Nie, you are really kind."

"It's not kindness, it's just getting used to it."

Nie Qiu turned around, saw Fang Qisheng's expression of disbelief, shook his head, and was not going to continue explaining.

The town is not big, and the market is not far from the station, and Nie Fang and the two returned to the station in a short while.

After choosing the horse and paying the silver taels, Nie Qiu took a special look at the boy who hid far away when he saw Fang Qisheng, and found that he remembered correctly, the string was tied to the two kits he got. same as the rope.

People in the whole town were almost scrambling for this little kit, but they seemed to have put it on themselves without opening it, and they didn't know what it was used for.

Nie Qiu thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a clue, so he simply got on the horse first, confirmed the direction with Fang Qisheng, and set off.

The town is relatively remote, so the merchants in the town figured out a business route, starting from the town, passing through several villages and towns along the way, and finally arriving at Xiayan City.

Then there is the pass of the desert. It may be possible to reach Qinglongmen in the desert oasis by changing camels and walking for two days and two nights.

They rode their horses along this commercial road for nearly a day.On the way, Sanhuyue scalded Nie Qiu inside and out again. After careful calculation, the time between this attack and the last attack was obviously much longer than the time between the first attack and the second attack. It seems that if this continues , once a month or once a half year is also possible in the future - thinking about it, Nie Qiu felt a lot more relieved.

When the sky was getting dark, Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng had just arrived in an unnamed small village.

All the people in the village covered their faces with cloth, and under the black cloth revealed a pair of suspicious eyes, quietly looking at them, but when Nie Qiu looked back, he looked away evasively.

Nie Qiu gave the village chief some broken silver to show his and Fang Qisheng's intentions. The village chief was not as weird as the others, but he was not enthusiastic either. After taking the silver, he led them to a dilapidated thatched cottage .The houses in the village are basically like this. Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng are used to sleeping in the open when walking in the rivers and lakes, so they don't care whether the conditions here are bad or not.

A few people who couldn't tell the difference between male and female followed them cautiously, and fixed their eyes on the two outsiders. Although Nie Qiu was used to the feeling of being watched, he still felt uncomfortable. It seemed that what stuck to him was not their eyes, but countless poisonous insects and snakes, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Fang Qisheng frowned, turned to stare at them with cold eyes, "What's so interesting?"

The group of people dispersed like birds and beasts.

Nie Qiu was still thanking the village head at this time. He caught a glimpse of Fang Qisheng's dark face, and couldn't help thinking of himself: He didn't mention it to the village head when he was on the road, and it wasn't like he didn't look at those people implicitly. But basically it's useless, the one who should stare at them is still staring at them.

Do I have to learn from Fang Qisheng in the future and be fierce from time to time?Nie Qiu thought to himself.

After the village chief left, Nie Qiu gently pushed open the crumbling door, and entered the house with Fang Qisheng.

Fortunately, although it is a bit small and there is no bed, it is not dirty, and the roof is tightly covered, at least there is no need to worry about rain leakage when it rains at night.

The horses were tied behind the thatched hut, and when Nie Qiu walked to the wall near that side, he could even vaguely hear the sound of the two horses' hooves lightly stepping on the ground.He and Fang Qisheng roughly cleaned up the things, making the house barely livable, but when Nie Qiu spread the only quilt on the cold ground, they had nothing to cover their bodies, so they could only wear their clothes. sleep.

Fang Qisheng lit the lamp, and then brought over Nie Qiu's almost bottomless water bag, "I'll fill it with water."

Nie Qiu asked, "I'm with you?"

"No need."

After Fang Qisheng went out, Nie Qiu suddenly remembered the two kits that he hadn't studied carefully, so he took the candle lamp to the bedside, and looked through the kits carefully by the dim light of the fire.

He and Fang Qisheng's are no different from other people's. They are a small dusty kit with a red thread tied on it. There is nothing embroidered on the kit, just like Xu Lang's. A signboard with no words written on it.

Nie Qiu pinched gently, but he could only feel the soft touch between his fingers. It was filled with bulging cotton. After pinching for a while, he realized that there seemed to be a hard object in the middle of the cotton, but he didn't know what it was. What, I don't know the exact shape, but I can be sure that it is definitely not round.

He switched to another kit and came to the same conclusion.

Nie Qiu put the two kits back into his arms and looked around.Fang Qisheng's sword case stood by the wall, but he did not carry it with him.His sword case was heavy and large, and it would be inconvenient to carry it on his back. If he only held the sword, it would be inconvenient without the scabbard, so Fang Qisheng simply took it off.

Of course, this is not to say that Fang Qisheng is now defenseless. At the beginning, he didn't even draw out his sword, and forcibly repelled the head of Suifeng with his own martial arts, which made all the righteous people feel bad a few days.

Nie Qiu pulled out the Hanshuang knife again, and wiped it carefully against the firelight.

Hanshuang, as the name suggests, is like a layer of frost and snow, but at this time it is covered with a layer of warm color under the illumination of the candle lamp. The fire light dances slowly on the knife body, and then moves to the back of his hand.

He stood up the knife, quietly watching the cold light on the edge of the knife.

In fact, Nie Qiu hardly used Hanshuang's side, he basically used the back of the knife, and that night he used the blade side only to frighten the assassin.There are everyone in Jianghu, those who are afraid of seeing blood, those who like to see blood, Nie Qiu has seen them all.Is he himself afraid of seeing blood, nor does he like to see blood? To him, blood is just water with temperature and color. What complicated thoughts can come out of seeing water?

However, Nie Chi used to ask people to prepare white clothes for him, so every time Nie Qiu really wanted to do something, he had to put on a black robe to block the blood, otherwise it would be too obvious when the white was stained with blood— — Later Nie Chi suddenly stopped insisting on him wearing white clothes, but Nie Qiu was already used to it by now, and felt that there was no need to change it, so he simply kept wearing it like this.

After thinking wildly for a while, Nie Qiu had to worry about another question: Why hasn't Fang Qisheng come back yet?

He had noticed it on the way to the thatched cottage. This village is very small, and the creek is not far from the entrance of the village. It stands to reason that Fang Qisheng should have returned after he observed the kit, but now he doesn't even have the Frost Knife. After wiping it carefully, Fang Qisheng hasn't come back yet.

Waiting here was not an option, so Nie Qiu stood up, put Hanshuang back into the scabbard, and walked out the door with a knife.

The night was low, the sunset had completely faded, the village was quiet, and there was no one on the road. The thatched cottages in the forest were silent and melted into the night. None of the lamps were lit.

If you delay any longer, you will lose your sight of the road, so Nie Qiu leaped up to the roof of the house like a swallow, nimbly shuttling between the thatched huts, stopping from time to time to carefully identify the direction of the village entrance.

The night wind howled, and Nie Qiu suddenly heard a bell ringing in the quiet village. However, the ringing sound was extremely strange, as if it came from all directions. source.

As soon as the bell rang, his wrist started to feel hot.As the saying goes, first time is raw and second time is familiar. This is the third time. It is impossible for Nie Qiu to be unprepared. He stopped on the roof of a family, and then continued to move forward.

Tonight is different from last night, even the moon is invisible, and the sky is covered with dark clouds, blocking the light tightly.

Nie Qiu heard the gurgling of the brook, raised his eyes to look in that direction, but only saw a crowd of people standing by the brook, none of them had lights, they didn't say a word, they couldn't even hear their breathing.He couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, and he didn't know whether Fang Qisheng was among them, but his intuition told Nie Qiu that something was wrong with them, so he subconsciously lowered his breathing, jumped to the big tree at the entrance of the village, and squatted among the branches quietly. waiting for the opportunity.

Then the second bell rang.

Nie Qiu had never heard such a muddy and loud bell ringing. It slowly eroded like poison, and suddenly pierced his temples, which suppressed the burning sensation brought by the three pot moons a lot.

The bells sounded one after another, pressing down from all directions as if urging them to death. As the bells rang faster and faster, the crowd below became restless. The sound of cloth rubbing against each other, the sound of chaotic footsteps, mixed with the sharp and ear-piercing bells For a moment, Nie Qiu felt an ominous feeling in his heart.

A hand suddenly stretched out from behind him.

Of course Nie Qiu noticed it. He was about to turn around and draw his sword, but he felt that the breath was familiar and harmless, so he abruptly stopped his movements that might attract the attention of the people below, and moved his lips, "Fang Shengsheng? "

Fang Qisheng covered his ears with his hands, shook his head when he met Nie Qiu's gaze, and said with his mouth: Don't listen.

Isn't Fang Qisheng himself not affected by the bell?

Nie Qiu was thinking a thousand times, but he didn't show it on his face, he just nodded slightly at him.

Only then did Fang Qisheng let go, and after seeing Nie Qiu cover his ears obediently, he frowned and pointed to the crowd below.

"The living dead." Fang Qisheng said word for word.