Just when the ice and snow were melting, the breeze began to pick up, blowing the fallen plum blossoms all over the ground. The two girls held a basket full of green plums and walked side by side on the mountain road.
"It's been more than a month, and the child still doesn't want to speak."
"She's still too young. It's a pity that a six-year-old girl has to witness with her own eyes the tragic situation of a family of masters and sisters being wiped out..."
"The master has not said a word for a long time. He might want to take revenge on his sister-in-law."
"Shh-" the older woman patted the other one on the head, "Don't talk nonsense in front of the headmaster and senior brother!"
The young woman sighed: "I understand. Ahead is Zhijin Hall. Sister Qichuan, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow, Qilang."
Qingqing sat blankly, picking up a piece of fallen plum and looking at it: it was a piece of withered remains, and there would be a clicking sound when it was torn into pieces. There was a sound of footsteps coming through the snow, Qingqing looked up and saw the man in front of him in green clothes.
, with a face like a crown jade, holding a seven-stringed tung harp in his arms, he recognized that this was the master harp master of Lirong Mountain, so he lowered his head again.
"Still don't want to talk to your uncle today?" Ziqin knelt down and Qingqing said nothing.
"Would you like something to eat?"
Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then couldn't restrain her trembling shoulders and started to cry.
At the beginning of winter, a light snowfall first arrived, and the lake was covered with thin ice. Qingqing waved his dagger and stabbed Master Shu on the shoulder. Zishu dodged and appeared behind Qingqing, picking up Qingqing.
Qing Qing gave her a long kiss on her pink and chubby face. Seeing that she lost, Qing Qing burst into tears in her master’s arms. Senior sister Qing Ling looked amused and giggled.
Laughing non-stop.
Zishu kissed Qingqing on the forehead again, then put her on the ground and said: "Qingqing has grown up! Master will no longer be able to hold her." Qingling also answered: "If little Qingqing happens again.
If you only eat meat and don’t practice martial arts, you’ll become so fat that you can’t even hold a sword!”
The master and apprentice were laughing when they suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside the door. A person outside the door shouted loudly: "Junior, a disciple of Sui Qiong Lin, pays homage to Senior Linghu and presents a letter from my master."
Qing Ling couldn't hear clearly, so she went out and saw a man standing in the snow, whose face could not be seen clearly, holding a letter with a yellow envelope in his hand. After receiving the letter, the man did not answer, but
After bowing, he mounted his horse and left. Qing Ling felt strange in his heart, so he immediately entered the room and handed the letter to his master.
Zi Shu was smiling, watching Qing Qing reading the sword manual by the fire. When he looked up, he saw the letter was light yellow in color and sealed with plum blossoms. He was shocked. He saw Qing Qing still holding a sword manual and looking at it.
Fascinated by the reading, I turned my back and opened the envelope.
Qingling saw her master let out a sigh of relief and threw the letter into the fire without saying a word. Although she was confused, she didn't dare to speak easily. Qingqing was leaning against the stove to warm herself up when she saw the beautiful
The plum blossom envelope was burned to pieces by the fire, and he looked up at Master: "Master, who is this letter from?"
Zi Shu still didn't speak and silently hugged Qing Qing into his arms. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Qing Ling: "In a few days, there will be guests at home."
"Then disciples are going to prepare now?"
"No need, it's freezing and snowy, there's nothing to entertain at home. It's just a matter of soldiers coming to block it, and water coming and earth covering it up." After that, Zi Shu led two disciples outside the house and took out a small blue bead from his arms.
, took another small torch and put it in Qingqing's hand: "Do you want to set off fireworks today?"
Qingqing shook his head: "We set off fireworks today, what are we going to do during the New Year?"
"Master will buy you new ones for the Chinese New Year."
"Okay!" Qingqing happily lit the blue bead with the torch, and heard a "swish" sound, and a big blue mushroom bloomed in the sky. Zishu said silently in his heart: "You
Must see...must come..."
The day of visitors was more lively than expected. Master Qingqing and his apprentice lived in a deep mountain valley. It was a snowy day, but the visitors made the area for dozens of miles warm. Men and women came to say hello to Zishu one by one.
, Zi Shu always nodded expressionlessly. Qing Ling stood behind the master, also frowning. Qing Qing was the only one who opened his eyes excitedly and looked around. The guests inside and outside the room were all talking with smiles.
As he stood, the people who came in to greet him did not stop at all. The more Qingqing looked, the more surprised he became. He turned around and asked the master: "Master, you actually know so many people?"
Zi Shu touched Qing Qing's head and said with a wry smile: "Indeed, why do you know so many people?"
"Then why haven't we seen each other for so many years?"
"How old are you, and you think it's been 'so many years'?" Zi Shu finally laughed, but the smile was fleeting and was immediately replaced by expressionless Frost. As if he suddenly remembered something, Zi Shu again
He lowered his head and asked Qing Qing: "What will you do if someone wants to harm Master later?"
"It turns out that master is worried about this!" Qingqing thought of this and felt relieved, secretly holding the dagger in his hand: "Master, don't worry, if someone has evil intentions, the disciple will definitely cut him into pieces!"
"Disciple too!" Qing Ling on the side echoed.
Zi Shu looked at the crowds coming and going in front of him and remained silent. After a while, he pulled the two disciples in front of him and said: "What happened today was all caused by the master's impulse more than ten years ago. No matter what happens after that
What, you two are not allowed to interfere."
The two sisters were stunned at the same time, looking at each other, not knowing how to reply. Zi Shu took a wooden flute from the wall, hung it on Qingqing's waist, and said to Qingling: "I'm afraid your fellow disciples don't know how to answer."
Here they are. If they still haven’t come, take Qingqing and Muxiao and go to Lirong Mountain to find Master Ziqin.”
Qingqing saw that this wooden flute had been hung on the wall for a long time, but the master never allowed the two disciples to touch it. It had become dusty over time, and no one had played it. Qingqing only said that the master did not know how to play the flute, and now he saw the master looking at it.
He was born with a wooden flute, so he took it off from his body and handed it to the master: "Disciple wants to hear master play the flute, can master play it?"
Without waiting for Zi Shu to reply, a person behind him suddenly burst into laughter: "Twelve years have passed, and Linghu Lady is finally willing to take the white jade flute out of the dust pile and show it to everyone!"
Zishu immediately tied the wooden flute back to Qingqing's waist, shook the hands of the two disciples tightly, and whispered to Qingling: "Don't forget it!" Then he walked towards the laughing old man and said: "
Mr. Nanxiao is really joking. If Mr. wants to see this broken piece of wood, how can I, the junior, stop me? But this white jade flute was entrusted to me by my husband twelve years ago, and I can’t give it away at any cost."
"What a joke!" A young man came up and sneered: "If it weren't for your clever words and seductive words, how could the mighty civil and military champion of Qionglin fall in love with a witch like you? Why don't you bring the jade flute and music scores?
Hand it over honestly!" When everyone in the room heard what the young man said, they all loudly agreed.
"You are so presumptuous!" Qing Ling heard the young man's words that were hard to hear, and took a step forward to argue with him. Qing Qing stood there alone, feeling that the voice of the man in front of her was very similar to the person who had sent the letter a few days ago, and her heart suddenly
She was vigilant and protected the wooden flute around her waist with both hands. Zishu made a gesture, and Qingling had no choice but to return to her master with an angry look on her face.
Seeing this, Mr. Nanxiao stopped the young man and smiled at Zishu: "Quinzi Jiayou is young and frivolous, so don't blame the heroine." Then he added: "The sea of love is charming, and the heroine Linghu was deeply involved in it for a while, and she fell.
It’s not unforgivable. It’s just that I heard that the four of you brothers have their own strengths. The female hero specializes in calligraphy and does not understand music. What is the use of the female hero forcing a piece of music? It’s better to take it out and return it to its original owner today and smash it into pieces.
Qiong Lin has reconciled with the heroine since then. As for this white jade flute..."
Nan Xiao laughed loudly: "If the heroine wants to keep it to see things and reflect on people, twelve years have passed. Besides, this flute is not owned by the Mo Lingfeng brothers. It is a token given by me to the number one civil and military scholar to give orders. If the heroine wants to keep it,
If I can pay it back for the sake of brother Ling Feng, no matter what the heroine wants, I will definitely..."
Before Mr. Nan Xiao finished speaking, the young man beside him had already stretched out his hand and walked towards Qingqing step by step. Qingqing immediately ducked behind the master: "This is master's thing, don't try to steal it!"
Nan Jiayou thought that the master's words were enough to make the three masters and disciples retreat, so he reached out to take it without hesitation. Unexpectedly, Qingqing hugged the flute tighter. The young man was full of blood, and he couldn't help but feel angry.
, he rushed to grab it with a single leap. In Qingqing's heart, he only knew that this was a treasure that his master valued very much. How could he let others snatch it away? He couldn't think of any ideas for a moment, so he ran around the small room with the flute in his arms.
Qingqing also learned some martial arts, and she was small. She was running around the house like this. Apart from knocking over some dishes, tables and chairs, who could catch her?
Seeing the treasure he had obtained suddenly fly away, Jiayou refused to give up. He wielded his long sword and chopped down tables, chairs, cups and bowls all the way. Everyone ducked and for a while, the narrow room was in chaos. Zishu and Nan
Xiao was worried about his apprentice, but he didn't know how to take action. Qingqing almost closed his eyes in the crowd, and suddenly, with a "thud", he ran into the arms of an unknown person. The person picked up Qingqing.
, turned to Nan Jiayou: "The son of a great master who was taught by Broken Qionglin is only capable of demolishing tiles in a house?"
Jiayou couldn't help but stop where he was, still refusing to put down the sword in his hand: "Who are you? Don't you know that the witch from the Linghu family tricked me into breaking Qiong's music score?"
"I've never heard of moon and sun charts. This is the first time I've seen a seven-foot-old man chasing a little girl around the house and hacking away at her."
Jiayou couldn't chase Qingqing for a long time. At this time, he was ridiculed and his face turned red with anger. When he looked closely, he saw that the man was wearing a strange-shaped mask on the upper half of his face, and his whole body was wrapped in a wide black
The robe looked like a shaman in a ghost story. After thinking about it for a moment, I remembered that my father told me about a wizard in the rivers and lakes who had mysterious moves and strange actions, so he put away his sword, bowed respectfully, and asked: "Senior, is this a wizard?"
Senior Wu Zhu Luo Yaluo of Miyu Lake?"
"Exactly."
"This junior has stupid eyes and doesn't recognize you, sir. Please forgive me." Jiayou straightened up and said, "What happened today is just to resolve the personal grudge between Qiong Lin and Linghu Demon Girl. If sir interferes at this time..."
Qingqing was held in the arms of the weird man in black robes. She was a little scared at first, but after listening to this young man calling her master a witch on the left and a witch on the right, she was so angry that her chest seemed to burst. She looked at a woman next to her. The guest's steps were sparkling, so he pulled it out with a "swipe" and threw it at Jiayou with all his strength.
Jiayou reacted immediately, and pulled out his long sword with the same "swipe", and immediately split the golden step in half. Many onlookers saw that the two families had made a move, and they were all silent for an instant. Luo Ya looked around, The corner of his mouth curled up: "If it's a personal grudge between your two families, why do you call this bunch of people here? Don't you want everyone to witness your Nanlin young hero's powerful martial arts?"
Nan Xiao stayed silent for a long time, originally worried that if everything ended in a hurry, Qiong Lin's reputation in the world would be shattered. However, in just a short while, Jiayou had lost all face. The wizard from West Lake came out halfway, and the disciples of the Linghu family He moved his hands again, feeling resentful and resentful, and felt that there was nothing to worry about, so he walked unhurriedly to the center of the room, performed an opening ceremony, and wrote to Zi: "Linghu Lady, my child Now that we have taken action, it’s time for us older generations to come to an end, right?”
Seeing Qing Qing act so recklessly, Qing Ling could only complain secretly in her heart. However, she saw her master pick up a brush with dried ink from the inkstone, strode forward to greet him, smiled and returned the greeting, and replied: "Today, our success or failure is decided." .Everyone present here is a witness: If this junior is lucky enough to win, sir, you must not vent your anger on my fellow sect members, let alone my disciples."
"That's natural. If I reluctantly win, please ask the heroine to return the music score of the jade flute." Before he finished speaking, a white light flashed in Nan Xiao's arms, and two lights and shadows, one black and one white, intertwined.
"Zishu, what's the trouble?" Ziqin heard this, took the wooden flute from Qingqing's hand, and stroked it quietly. A pair of black-beaked birds flew over from the forest, one stood on a branch, and the other Fluttering his feathers, he flew away.
"Master, Master Master..."
"Um?"
"Who is Mo Lingfeng?"
"He," Ziqin touched Qingqing's head, "is the person your master has been waiting for."
Speaking of which, in the room, Qingqing saw his master holding a writing brush, showing off his tricks very coolly. On the other side, old Nanxiao half-squinted his eyes and held some kind of white stick in his hand, showing no intention of competing with others. The feeling of tension was actually an expression of great enjoyment. Qingqing was looking nervously in a trance when he suddenly heard a faint murmur coming from the black robe beside him:
"Thousands of miles of clouds, long live withered vines... It's really going to be used like this... The next move is the crashing waves and thunder, right? It's been twelve years, and your skill has gradually grown, but your personality has not changed at all... You want to stab him in the abdomen, But this is out of reach..."
"Mr. Wizard?"
"Shhh - watch carefully!" Luo Ya suddenly patted Qingqing on the head gently, "You have to remember every word I say next!"
"These are all the secrets of using pens taught by Master, and I have learned them."
Roja shook his head: "Your master can win."
Qingqing was confused by these incomprehensible words. He just thought that since the master could win, there was nothing to worry about. He was relieved for a moment, and the black-robed wizard continued to mutter without paying much attention to it. He was walking away. Concentrated, Nanxiao on the field suddenly laughed loudly and said: "Xia Linghu, the so-called person who holds the pen close but cannot tighten it, the mind and hand are not aligned, the intention is behind the pen, how can you defeat me? It is better to quickly admit defeat, Please return the jade flute music score!"
Zi Shu kept holding his hands without saying a word, but as time went on, drops of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. He thought that he had indeed messed up the formation, and it was impossible to continue to rely on these skills to win.
It's better to make up his mind. When he saw the white hairpin in Nan Xiao's hand pointing at his heart, he didn't resist. He just let the white hairpin hit his heart blankly. He only heard a muffled "thud" sound and Zishu stepped back two steps.
Step by step, a mouthful of black blood spurted out.
Qingling recognized that the black blood was caused by the irregularity of Qi during the fight, and understood that her master had been fatally injured, so she quickly ran forward to help her. Qingqing was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that she could not cry, but only had tears and runny nose.
With sticky eyes all over his face, he slapped Luo Ya on the shoulder with his little hand: "You said Master can win! You lied!"
Luo Ya was like an unresponsive wooden figure, ignoring Qing Qing's slapping, and his mutterings became increasingly vague: "You are about to win... don't win, I know you will win..."
On the other side, Zi Shu struggled to stand firm, gently pushed Qing Ling's hand away, and said: "Good apprentice, you have to see how the good master wins."
Qing Ling wished she could risk her life to step forward, but when she saw her master's sharp eyes, gesturing for her to go away, she had no choice but to take two steps back, not daring to stay away. The scene that followed was something that Qing Qing and even everyone present would never forget.
Screen:
Zi Shu's body shook strangely, and then he heard the sound of dripping, dripping, tapping, tapping on the ground. Looking carefully, he saw gurgling blood spreading from the tips of Zishu's fingers to the tip of the black brush, and then dripping drop by drop.
She fell. Zi Shu raised his head and saw blood dripping from her eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth.
Nan Xiao was about to make the final blow to win, but saw that everyone in the room was so frightened by this horrifying scene that they did not dare to say anything, so he simply laughed to himself: "Linghu, Linghu, it turns out this is the 'penetrating three-pointer' you have been dreaming of."
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"Don't be too confident too soon," Zi Shu said, and another mouthful of dark red blood foam came out of his mouth, "Come... try it yourself!" Before he finished speaking, Zi Shu dropped the pen in his hand and accumulated strength in his palm.
Rush forward.
Nan Xiao saw that he couldn't dodge this palm, and thought that he must be in danger at this moment. He also crossed his left hand, stored all his life's skills in his right palm, and faced this crazy demon covered in blood.
Go up.
"Alas..." The two palms met, and the ground in the valley shook, and the rubble on the roof fell piece by piece. The crowd in the house couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out of the house. Only Roya's black robe was left behind.
A sigh came from inside.
Dust filled the air, and Luo Ya seemed to have just come back to his senses. There were only a few people left in the room, and Nan Xiao and Zi Shu were both lying on the ground. Luo Ya still held Qing Qing in his arms and walked to Zi Shu. After checking his breathing,
Sure enough, he was out of breath. Seeing that Qing Ling was sobbing, Luo Ya didn't want to think too much. He held Qing Qing in one hand and Qing Ling in his arms with the other, covered the two of them with a loose black robe and rushed out.
As soon as he walked out of the door, Qing Qing burst into tears. When everyone outside the door saw the three of them looking like this, who dared to stop him? But before Luo Ya could rush a few steps away, the sound of horse hooves came from behind: "Your order
Where do you think the little furry kid from the Fox family wants to escape to?!"
Luo Ya kept walking. Qing Ling didn't expect that this wizard had such great foot strength. Even though he was carrying two people, he couldn't even catch up with the horse. He was secretly impressed. He ran to the front and heard the sound of water like thunder.
Rolling and rushing, a large waterfall stood in front of him. Luo Ya slowed down and asked Qing Ling: "Is there still a road ahead?"
"Nothing."
"What about beneath the surface?"
"The water is very fast and there are too many undercurrents. Master has never let us go down."
"Are there any ships?"
Qing Ling looked regretful: "Since I can remember, the three of us have never been out of this valley, let alone a boat..."
While the three were hesitating, Nan Jiayou had already caught up with him on horseback. Behind him were a group of people, all dressed as archers. Luo Ya had no choice but to stop, turned around and leaned against the waterfall, saying hello to Jiayou.
: "How come the young hero is not worried about your father's injury, but instead pursues two beautiful girls?"
"Mr. Luo is offended. The person who just accompanied us, who knows a little bit about medicine, has arranged for my father. Mr. Bo is worried. My father is not seriously injured."
"It's no serious problem?" Luo Ya sneered, "Of course I don't care what happens to the old man named Nan. It's just that a person who received Zi Shu's 'Three-point Penetrating' palm can't be 'no serious problem', right?"
Nan Jiayou ignored Luo Ya's sarcasm, but bowed respectfully and said: "I dare to advise you not to interfere in the matter between Sui Qiong Nanlin and Linghu's family. If Mr. Luo really gets involved with Sui Qiong on impulse,
If Lin loses his temper, it must be difficult for him to explain himself in front of the head of West Lake."
"What if I have to meddle in this business?"
"Then forgive me for wanting to avenge my father!" Jiayou made a gesture, and the archers behind him made a few "swishes" and fired their arrows together.
Seeing that Nan Jiayou was resolute, Luo Ya was afraid that it would be difficult to break through; the waterfall behind him was a dead end. This was the time when the water surface froze in winter. Although the waterfall had not yet frozen, there was already a circle of light condensation on the shore.
With an idea in his mind, Luo Ya turned around and smiled strangely at Jiayou, saying: "The head of Miyu Lake Lord asked me to say hello to Mr. Nan!" After that, he hugged Qingqing and Qingling, jumped up,
Jumped under the waterfall.
The archers in Broken Qionglin fired arrows one after another. However, the water in the waterfall was very strong, and the bamboo arrows were knocked down when they hit the waterfall. Not long after, piles of random arrows were seen floating on the water. Luo Ya took advantage of the water's cover and shot down the waterfall.
A large piece of ice was pulled off the shore, and Qingqing and Qingling carefully lay on it while they pushed the ice and swam underwater. Occasionally, if arrows were shot, Qingling would wave his sword to block them. Under such a strong water force,
It is more than enough for Qingling to knock off a few powerful crossbows.
When Luo Ya was under the water, he felt the water temperature was bone-chilling. The rumbling water kept blasting in his ears, and his vision was blurry. He had no choice but to push the ice and rush forward. After an unknown period of time, no random arrows were shot. He thought he was far away.
He was chased by Nan Jiayou, but he didn't know where he was now. Just as he was about to raise his head to take a look, his body suddenly fell down.
Before the three of them could scream, they all fell off another cliff.