The bright moon sits on the ground

When Nie Qiu returned to his room, Xiao Xueyang was already half full.

She covered her eyes with a wet towel soaked in cold water for a long time, and finally she didn't look as scary as before.

"I'm done eating."

Xiao Xueyang wiped his mouth and got up to pack his things.

After a while, the two left the inn.

Naturally, they wanted to find out the background of the black-clothed assassin who came last night.

But it's still daytime, and the sky is bright and white, so it's not a good time to do such things.

Xiao Xueyang does not only gather herbs but also make medicine every day, so basically he never takes a good stroll in the imperial city.

So Nie Qiu decided to take her to the market first to see if she had any jewelry and clothes she liked—while he was looking for a sword tassel similar to the one before, although it was very unlikely that he could find it. not big.

Then, wait until the sky is getting late, when night falls, follow the traces left by Xiao Xueyang to find the man in black from last night.

In order to deceive others, both of them covered their faces with things.

Xiao Xueyang did it to avoid her father, and Nie Qiu did it because of his status as a priest.

Two masked men walking together, one with a medicine box on his back and the other with a knife tied to his waist, inevitably attracted the attention of others.

It seems to backfire.Feeling other people's eyes, Xiao Xueyang tugged at the edge of the veil uncomfortably.

But this is the imperial city after all, those people are just curious and don't want to get into trouble because of it.

So when the knight in white pulled out a one-inch long knife, revealing the frost-like edge, they quickly looked away.

Xiao Xueyang let out a sigh of relief.

She looked at Nie Qiu beside her, wanting to have a chat with him, but felt that he seemed a little restless.

"Brother Nie, what's the matter?"

Nie Qiu moved his fingers slightly, put the knife back into the sheath, and there was a small sound when the blade collided with the sheath.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something." He replied, "Go and see if there is any jewelry you like in the shop ahead, and I'll come over right away."

Although Xiao Xueyang felt a little puzzled, he was quickly attracted by the dazzling array of jewelry in the store.

After she left, Nie Qiu thought for a moment, then turned and walked in another direction.

If he remembered correctly, those should be members of the Demon Cult.

Why are there so many people from the Demon Cult suddenly appearing in the imperial city?Suspicious, he followed.

Although he would see members of the Devil's Cult in the teahouse from time to time before, it was only a few sporadic ones.

In fact, people from the Demon Cult will leave traces more or less on their bodies, whether it's the tokens they carry, their behavior, or their tone of voice, as long as they are familiar enough with the Demon Cult, they will be able to recognize them immediately.

Nie Qiu naturally wouldn't doubt his familiarity with the Devil's Cult.

After following for a while, he found that these members of the Devil's Cult were very cautious.

And there are not too few masters among them.

Nie Qiu slowed down to avoid being discovered.

The person who was quietly guarded in the middle must be their purpose this time.

Not Fang Qisheng, Fang Qisheng has always been used to being alone, and he will not hide his face like this.

What's more, Fang Qisheng should still be thousands of miles away at Baihumen at this time...

Thinking about it, one of the men suddenly looked back.

Nie Qiu was well prepared and left before he could turn around completely.

When walking towards the shop where Xiao Xueyang was, Nie Qiu thought carefully about the person he just saw.

Obviously not the slightest bit of martial arts.

If he really knew a little martial arts, his foot would be much more stable, and the people around him would not be so cautious in protecting him.

Nie Qiu sighed inwardly.

Fang Qisheng hasn't returned to the head of the Demon Cult yet, and he hasn't explicitly agreed to his invitation. The people of the Demon Cult must have never heard that they want an extra right guardian—he could have gone up to ask directly, but he was hindered. Because of these reasons, and the fact that no one in the imperial city knew that he held the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, Nie Qiu could only watch from afar.

It's just too much trouble.

His original thought was, since there are suddenly more people from the Demon Cult, does it mean that Fang Qisheng is coming to the imperial city.

Thinking this way, I followed up and took a look, but found that it didn't seem to be the case.

Nie Qiu remembered that since Xiao Xueyang came, he hadn't gone to the teahouse to listen to books for several days.

Perhaps something happened quietly to the Demon Cult during this time.

He frowned.

The Qin family in Xia Yancheng, the Demon Sect, Xiao Xueyang's father with superb medical skills, and the crown prince Qi Qianyuan who harbors ulterior motives.

All forces gathered together.

Now there is an undercurrent in the imperial city, and I don't know what will happen.

However, he can't do anything now, he can feel it, but he can only quietly watch the vortex rolling under the dark water.

"Brother Nie! Do you think this suits me?"

Seeing him coming, Xiao Xueyang waved a gilt step above his head and asked with a smile.

She was unaware of these.

Nie Qiu paused, and stepped forward to take a serious look.

Although when Xiao Xueyang smiled, two shallow dimples would appear on his face, and his brows and eyes were also very agile, with a look of innocence... Any jewelry should look good.

But she really doesn't go out of the house very often, and there are only men in the house except her.

How to say, even Nie Qiu can see that this tacky color is very unsuitable for her.

The face of the shopkeeper next to him turned red and then pale. He didn't know what to say or not, so he just looked at him for help.

"I think you will look better wearing this."

Nie Qiu glanced at it briefly, picked up a butterfly-shaped hairpin from the side, and handed it to Xiao Xueyang.

"Really? Alright." Xiao Xueyang regretfully put down the Bu Yao.

The shop owner breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at her movements, Nie Qiu couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Did you choose all your jewelry and clothes when you were at home?"

"It's my second brother, he likes to tinker with these things." Xiao Xueyang gently fixed the hairpin in his hair, and explained, "He can make clothes, tailor clothes, and embroider. The five of us have more or less inherited my hair. Only my second elder brother has no medical skills, at most he can distinguish some herbs."

Xiao Xueyang swayed in front of the bronze mirror, and turned his head to look at the silver hairpin on his head.

"It does seem to look better."

Nie Qiu paid the silver and took Xiao Xueyang to visit other shops.

Although he feels that Xiao Xueyang probably won't need it on weekdays, it's better to have a spare than nothing.

After shopping around again, Nie Qiu did not find a similar sword spike, so he was not too disappointed, so he followed Xiao Xueyang to pick out her jewelry - he still had the Chihu jade pendant given by Qin Rongchong, so he didn't need it Go buy something else.

"Don't you usually buy these when you have silver?"

Xiao Xueyang did not hesitate, "I think visiting a pharmacy is much more interesting than visiting these places."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that she blurted out something terrible.

All the previous pretending of interest was ruined by this sentence.

Xiao Xueyang raised his eyelids, glanced at Nie Qiu cautiously, and found that he didn't care, so he continued speaking in peace.

"Obviously it's something that grows on the same plant, but if you use different parts of it as medicine, the effects are completely different. Sometimes the flower is made of poison, but the rhizome is made of antidote. Isn't it interesting?"

As soon as she mentioned this, she was full of energy and chattered endlessly, wishing to talk about it for three days and three nights.

However, this time Xiao Xueyang quickly stopped talking.

She moved her nose, feeling very strange, "I seem to smell a very familiar smell of medicine."

When Nie Qiu was about to ask her what she meant, the oncoming person interrupted him.

"Master Nie, what a coincidence."

Meng Qiuze was full of smiles, the string of beads hanging down barely stopped at the tip of his nose, half of his face was hidden behind him, faintly visible.

He doesn't need to worry about being recognized by others.

Even if he recognized him, would anyone dare to greet him in public?

"It's really a coincidence." Nie Qiu said.

Unexpectedly, Meng Qiuze would come at this time.

Meng Qiuze squinted his eyes, and his gaze passed over Xiao Xueyang.

"My son said he would come as soon as he finished handling the matter. I have troubled Mr. Nie for waiting for so long." Meng Qiuze said, "I heard that Mr. Nie likes to eat fresh fish, so my son carefully searched all the restaurants in the imperial city, and finally settled on Jixia Mausoleum."

"My lord, please don't refuse."

He smiled softly and without aggression.

"it is good."

Nie Qiu complied.

It was inconvenient to say too much outside, so Meng Qiuze left soon.

Xiao Xueyang by the side didn't know whether to listen to it or not, and he was at a loss when he heard it.

She was stunned for a while, and then asked dryly, "Brother Nie, so you like to eat fish."

Nie Qiu thought to himself, he didn't even know that he liked to eat fish.

There is also Jixia Mausoleum, there is no restaurant with this name in the imperial city.

If someone else was listening, they would definitely feel that Meng Qiuze was talking nonsense.

But he is Meng Qiuze, and the person behind him is Qi Qianyuan... So there must be another meaning behind his words.

Nie Qiu felt that Qi Qianyuan must have lost his mind, so he chose that place to meet.

The society is the soil, and the grain is the valley. The country and the land mean the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains ruled by the king.

"I have searched all over the restaurants in the imperial city", the "Ji" in Meng Qiuze's mouth refers to the imperial city full of dragon spirit.

And the Wangshan Inn at the foot of the imperial city is facing Jixia Mausoleum.

Although the word "ling" should be the mausoleum of a mountain, this word should not be used indiscriminately.

I don't know if Meng Qiuze or Qi Qianyuan is implying something else.

Among the endless mountain range, like a black turtle crouching down here, stands Wangxiantai in the east.

Low and gentle, surrounded by mountains and water.

It just so happens that the river on Wangxiantai is very special. Unlike other places, the ebb and flow of the tide is much later in the evening.

At the beginning of next month, that is, five days later, it will be the time for the high tide and flood discharge of the upper reaches of the river.

There were not many fish in the crystal-clear river, but the emperor asked people to put it in. When the tide is high, many fish will float downstream, red, red, white, white, and different colors. It is a spectacle.

Qi Qianyuan wanted him to visit Xiantai.

Nie Qiu really didn't understand what Qi Qianyuan was planning.

But when he mentioned Wangxiantai, he remembered that he was beheaded by Qi Qianyuan in that place in his last life.

Touching the quiet brass bell in his sleeve, Nie Qiu felt that each of them must have had their own ghosts and different thoughts in this meeting.

Even if Qi Qianyuan didn't want his life, he couldn't rest assured.

This world is not like the last one.

He has long passed the age when his heart is ashamed. Even if this world has no color, it is worth his nostalgia.

The heart in the chest suddenly beat fast.

Nie Qiu understood that the last time he had this reaction was in the rainstorm in Xiayan City.

The red ghost and lotus ghost in the copper bell became restless.

He heard the sound of chains rolling and nails scratching the ground.

But the malice didn't hit him.

They both knew whom that intense, never-ending hatred was directed at.

Standing beside Nie Qiu, Xiao Xueyang suddenly saw him raise his head.

So Xiao Xueyang also raised his head curiously, wanting to see what he was looking at.

But the blue sky and white sun above the head, except for the endless dome, there is nothing else.