The bright moon sits on the ground

As I said before, the Jia family is both black and white, and has a close relationship with the Demon Cult.

Even in the banquet where Jia Ji married his wife in the previous life, Jia Lingchang invited people from the Demon Cult.

Speaking of Zhou Ru, Nie Qiu naturally remembered the scene at the banquet.

The guests at the banquet, especially those sitting at the corner table, were either covered with a layer of black veil, or wore a layer of masks, or bowed their heads or talked in a low voice. The tall man was not wearing any disguise, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a face like a crown jade, but his expression was very gloomy, with an indifference that repulsed people thousands of miles away.

The left guardian beside him suddenly turned his head and whispered something to him.

Fang Qisheng's expression moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

It's a rare good mood.

Immediately afterwards, Nie Qiu was scolded by Xiao Xueyang in full view.

Speaking of which...

Wouldn't they have known this was going to happen?

Otherwise, with Fang Qisheng's status, it would be impossible to attend such a banquet that meant little to him.

Came all the way from the head of the Devil's Cult just to see his jokes?

Nie Qiu shook the brass bell in his sleeve, and took the red ghost back.

The coldness on the copper bell's face faded, and it slowly hung down, sticking to the burn marks on his wrist.

The sudden rumors, the banquet of the Jia family, the arrival of the Demon Cult...

With the ability of the Xuanwu Sect of the Devil's Cult, spreading rumors like this is easy and easy.

It's a pity that now there is no way to ask Fang Qisheng if that's the case.

Zhou Ru.

If you have a chance, you can meet him.

Nie Qiu closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

A night without dreams.

After Xiao Xueyang got up the next day, she really looked gloomy and unhappy.

If he hadn't seen her sleeping deeply last night, Nie Qiu really thought she couldn't sleep all night because of that incident.

So Nie Qiu briefly told her about the Jia family.

After a stick of incense, Xiao Xueyang was refreshed and went out carrying the medicine box with a red face.

Nie Qiu tidied up the room and left the inn.

Since Xiao Xueyang moved in, he hasn't been to the teahouse to listen to books for several days.

Even if it's to pass the time, thinking so, Nie Qiu pressed the bamboo hat on his head and walked over with ease.

It was still early in the morning, and there were not many people even in a lively place like a teahouse.

The lobbyist held a folding fan and sat on a wooden bench to fan the wind, singing an unknown song.

Seeing someone coming in, the old man raised his eyelids and glanced casually.

"Young man, you haven't come to listen to the old man's gossip for several days, right?"

Unexpectedly, there are so many people coming in and out of this teahouse, and this old man even recognizes him.

"I haven't been here for several days."

Nie Qiu replied.

Seeing his doubts, the old man closed the folding fan with a smile, and knocked on his palm.

"In this teahouse, there are knights, merchants, pawns, ordinary people, high-ranking officials and dignitaries, righteous ways and demon cults, where there are poor there will be rich, there are local ruffians and there are chivalrous men." He said, "Who are you? Who, I didn't see it."

"Then who does the old man think I am?"

"There is nowhere to live, nowhere to stay, just pass by in a hurry, just listen to it."

Nie Qiu chewed his words carefully, and it took him a while to smile.

"Not really," he murmured.

The old man got up and made a cup of tea. The tea was not very good, but it was fresh enough.

Coupled with this dewy morning, it has a special flavor.

"Guest officer came so early today, what do you want to hear?" He crossed his legs and took a sip of tea leisurely.

"As you mentioned last time, the rumors that the leader of the Demon Cult suppressed the four sects."

The old man put down his teacup, shook his folding fan, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment.

"It is said that Fang Qisheng, the leader of the Demon Cult, went to suppress the four sects alone, which is enough to cause an uproar in the world."

"He is still young, and everyone was not optimistic about him. Who would have thought that in less than a month, the master of the Qinglong Gate, Sui Yin, An Pi, bowed his head and surrendered, which is why everyone in the righteous way took twelve points spirit to pay attention to this matter.”

"Qinglongmen, Baihumen, Suzakumen, Xuanwumen. If it wasn't for Fang Qisheng's elusive presence, his whereabouts are erratic, and no one has seen his face - presumably many people will join in the fun and see what methods he uses to make him Those tough ones lower their heads." The old man moistened his throat as he spoke, before continuing, "After Qinglongmen in the desert, there is Baihumen in the depths of the swamp. Spicy, and the Demon Cult respects force the most, so he showed no mercy to Fang Qisheng, the leader of the Demon Cult, who came to visit from a long distance, and directly resorted to his housekeeping skills."

"I thought that under the siege and bite of the white tiger, even if Fang Qisheng had three heads and six arms, he would not be able to escape."

"He hasn't heard from him for ten days, as if he disappeared into a dark and damp swamp."

The old man suddenly laughed, "As a result, just two days ago, Baihumen declared surrender, Shihuang and other eccentric people were respectful, and claimed that they would go to the Demon Cult's main helm to offer tigers in person soon—this Fang Qisheng, There is indeed a means!"

"Sure enough, it's awesome for young people. Even if I'm not a member of the Devil's Cult, I want to applaud."

While he was talking, several people came in one after another from the teahouse, and they heard that the old man on the stage had already started to tell a story. Although what he was talking about was still the anecdote that he had said before, those people did not show any dissatisfaction, they were very conscious I found a seat and sat down, listening with gusto.

"Where is Fang Qisheng now, has the old man heard of it?" Nie Qiu couldn't help asking.

"The old man guessed that he went to Suzaku Gate, but none of the sect masters of the Demon Cult is a good person, and Ji Wanghe, the master of Suzaku Gate, is also the same, or even worse. Suzaku Gate is located in the mountains, so it is easy to defend and difficult to defend." Gong, I don't know what Fang Qisheng will do."

The old man did not hide his approval in his tone.

Instead of going to the Suzaku Gate in the mountains in the southwest, I'm afraid they came to the imperial city.

What Fang Qisheng said at the time was "After the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, I came to the imperial city to invite people in person."

If you want to go to Suzaku Gate, it will take a month or two to get to the Imperial City.

But if he didn't go to Suzaku Gate, he came to the imperial city first, and then went there, it would be a waste of time on the way.

I don't know how Fang Qisheng will choose in the end.

Nie Qiu picked up the teacup, blew away the layer of green tea leaves on the surface, and pressed his lips to the edge to take a sip.

The warm tea slowly flows into the throat, not too hot, but it can warm up the whole body.

Hearing the news that Fang Qisheng was still alive, Nie Qiu was worried for a few days, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

What Xu Hua said was right, if something happened to Fang Qisheng, it would be difficult for him to deal with it.

As for when he chooses to come to the imperial city, that is a later matter.

Fang Qisheng must have suffered a lot after the catastrophe of Baihumen, and he probably suffered a lot of injuries.

There is a distance of thousands of miles from Baihumen to the imperial city, and the road is bumpy, and it is inevitable to suffer.

Even if it took Fang Qisheng a month to arrive at the imperial city, it would not be surprising.

After Nie Qiu figured it out, he left an ingot of silver on the table, nodded to the old man and left.

He raised the curtain and strode out of the teahouse.

The number of people on the street has gradually increased, and the aunt who sells breakfast is shouting, and the quiet morning has become lively.

There is always a strange feeling in the bustling imperial city.

It seemed that everyone was hiding, and when someone gave an order, they rushed out of their hiding places.

The deserted street like a picture scroll suddenly came alive.

Looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, Nie Qiu was in such a good mood, even the corners of his brows and eyes seemed a little leisurely.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Wangshan Inn.

Just two steps away, he keenly felt someone approaching.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice sounded.

"Why do you want to listen to those rumors? If you are really interested in our leader, why don't you just ask me?"

Does this mean that if you don't go to see the mountain, the mountain will come by itself?

Nie Qiu stopped and looked towards the source of the voice.

Even with half of his face covered, at least he met him yesterday, so Nie Qiu quickly recognized Zhou Ru.

He looked around and found that Zhou Ru came alone.

Zhou Ru hid half of his body in the dark alley. Nie Qiu looked at the pedestrians passing by, so he had no choice but to walk over.

"Young Master Nie should recognize me." Zhou Ru first pulled down the black cloth on his face, exposing his face, then stretched out his hand, and said, "The left guardian of the Demon Cult, Zhou Ru."

Like the kind of person who is suitable for lip service.

The red ghost really captured the essence of Zhou Ru's demeanor.

Let alone Guardian Zuo of the Demon Sect, many people will be deceived by his appearance, thinking that he is a frail scholar.

And he is still defenseless, the kind of scholar who is most likely to be deceived by beautiful goblins in the storybook.

He has fair skin, good facial features, and is not tall. When he doesn't open his mouth, he thinks he is shy.

Nie Qiu shook hands with him.

He knew very well that Zhou Ru didn't know any martial arts at all.

Dare to stand directly in front of him, it seems that Zhou Ru already knew that Fang Qisheng invited him to join the Devil's Cult.

"I've heard from Master Anmen, so you don't have to be cautious, Mr. Nie." Zhou Ru said, "As for the right guardian, it should be decided by the leader. I still call you 'Mr. Nie', I think you don't mind, right? "

"do not mind."

"I've been listening for a while. Although what he said is correct, those words were released by us after all—"

Zhou Ru paused, and said, "The leader has only stayed at Baihumen for five days, and he has already set off, and he will be able to reach the imperial city in a few days."

Nie Qiu felt his heart beat suddenly.

"Did he get injured at Baihumen?"

"Naturally, he was seriously injured. He was in a coma for five days, and almost fell to the root of the disease." Zhou Ru sighed, as if he wanted to reprimand Fang Qisheng for his recklessness, "I don't know how to describe his current situation... When he arrives, Of course you will know."

Nie Qiu didn't know what to say, so he nodded.

"I have found out your details in the imperial city these days, so you don't have to shy away from what Mr. Nie wants to say to me. Even Qi Qianyuan, as long as my demon sect can help, he will help." Zhou Ru will investigate Nie Qiu said this matter very frankly, "I came here just to talk to Mr. Nie, and I still have some things to do afterwards, so I won't accompany you."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Nie Qiu quickly stopped him.

"Haven't you ever wondered if I really want to join the Devil's Cult?"

Zhou Ru turned his head, a little helpless, "Of course I doubted it. After all, with your current status, why do you want to do something wrong and join the Demon Cult? But Fang Qisheng said so, I can only go Everything else that needs to be prepared is ready.”

Nie Qiu had some thoughts in his heart, "What are you going to do?"

"With your retreat cut off, the only one left is the Devil's Cult."

After Zhou Ru finished speaking, he felt that it was not good to speak harshly so early, so he added a sentence.

"Don't worry, the Demon Cult will not do this unless it is absolutely necessary."

After finishing speaking, he put the black cloth up, covered his face, and left.