The sound of breaking through the air sounded from behind. Before Qingqing could react, Linghu Ghost's branches suddenly caught up from behind. With a familiar "upside down golden hook", Linghu Qingqing wrapped one of his legs around the entrance of the cave.
Most of the remaining body was hanging directly on the sea cliff. Grandpa Ghost proudly stuck his head out: "Where do you want to go?"
Qing Qing hesitated and folded his hands behind his head: "I don't want you to worry about it."
Qingqing heard a "hum" from his nose, and Grandpa Ghost turned around and walked back into the cave. A trembling soft branch hooked the upside-down Qingqing and swayed in the wind. Qingqing made up his mind and kicked hard with his toes, and his whole body was in the air.
Turn over.
Seeing that Qingqing's body movements were as light as a swallow, with only a slight touch of earth and stone, even if Master Shui Chen were still alive, he would still praise this perfect somersault.
Qing Qing always attacks the invisible enemy in the sound of the piano, and often there is no trace of the air in front of him, but he wants to avoid the traceless sound of the piano. At this time, the waves are steep and the cliffs are high, and the mountains, seas, heaven and earth are standing in front of him. Compared to the piano formation,
Faintly, it is not difficult to deal with the tangible formation that is right in front of you.
Strangely, halfway through turning over, Qingqing's heel suddenly hit a strong force, and there was a sharp pain from the heel to the calf. However, the upper body did not have time to stop, so Qingqing felt like a big
Like a carp, it rolled up and struggled. Being caught off guard, Qingqing couldn't help but let out an "uh" sound in her throat. She turned around and raised her head, and saw a familiar figure in a green robe blocking her eyes:
"Disciple Linghu Ziqi, please be well, uncle."
Uncle Master...Uncle Master? Qingqing was stunned. He couldn't help but curl up his waist and looked up and down at the "ghost grandpa" in front of him. He couldn't find the old man with a shaggy hair and beard that had spider silk stuck together.
, and confronted the "Grand Master" who suddenly appeared.
"Uncle chess master..." Zi Qi ignored him and still held Qing Qing's right leg like a roast chicken. Zi Qi's face did not have the spirit of a wild wolf that always looked up to the sky, but looked like a docile milk.
Zizi, bowed in front of Linghu Ghost. Qingqing lowered his head and sighed helplessly into the abyss: "Uncle Grand Master."
Grandpa Ghost raised his chin, and Zi Qi turned Qing Qing over and put her on the ground, frowning: "I've been looking for you for a long time."
There were no serious injuries on Ziqi's body, but his clothes were scratched in a few places and his face was covered with dust. At this moment, he suddenly saw the two of them in the cliff cave. He was relieved and surprised. He didn't know what happened to the master and the apprentice.
We met together.
On the other hand, Linghu Ghost didn't know what happened in the mountains and seas, so Ziqi briefly told his uncle how Miyu Lake and Sui Qionglin teamed up to cause trouble. Unexpectedly, he heard a scene from West Lake.
The reason why the gang came to stir up trouble was that Grandpa Ghost was picking his teeth with his little finger raised. He couldn't help but said "Eh": "Charging power in the palm of your hand? This is strange."
"The Xizheng is famous for its fingertips that pluck hundreds of strings...even my disciples can't figure it out."
"Come on!" Grandpa Ghost suddenly stood up and spat, "Let's try our skills as a kite boy."
Zi Qi leaned over and took out a few chess pieces and spread them out in the palm of his hand. Ling Hugui found two branches of similar size and put them together, Quan used them as substitutes for Ruo Dong's Yin Yang Sword, and nodded to Zi Qi.
The first chess piece flew over. Grandpa Ghost turned his hand and knocked the chess piece back freely.
"how?"
Ziqi was not in a hurry to answer, but just relived the scene of that night in his mind. Linghu Ghost was very familiar with Mr. Ruo Dong's moves and routines. Just then, he turned his sword and struck back with the back of the sword. It was indeed "The Attribute of the Sun and the Moon"
The most typical way of playing. Vaguely, Ziqi always can't remember what's wrong, but can't easily tell.
Seeing the hesitation of the chess piece, Linghu Gui nodded again, and the second chess piece turned around, spinning and flying in the air. In an instant, the light came up, and the ghost grandpa lifted the branch with his backhand, took a step back, and flipped the chess piece with a "pop" sound.
Threw it on the ground.
The maneuver he just performed was the "little flying demon" that Zi Qi was proud of. It would be more than enough for Linghu Gui to deal with it. However, Ruo Dong's abilities were not much better than Zi Qi's, so Grandpa Gui took a step back to defend and did not take advantage of him.
The chess piece was struck back fiercely. As expected, it was still almost the same as Mr. Ruo Dong's response.
Ziqi is even stranger: there must be some difference that I didn't realize.
The third chess piece flew in the air, and when he saw that the branch was about to catch him, there was a sudden "ding" sound, and the lingering sound in the cave echoed slightly on the stone wall.
That's it!
Grandpa Gui and Ziqi turned around together. They saw Qingqing standing in front of the wall with a stone in his hand.
Just now, the two of them were concentrating on reviewing Haiye's moves, and no one paid attention to Qingqing, who was alone at the side. At first, Qingqing held the stone and observed silently, not feeling that there was anything wrong with the moves of the two and what he remembered. It was just that he saw
The two stared at each other in silence for a long time, feeling confused, so they closed their eyes. Just when Ziqi made his third move, he finally couldn't help but hit a note on the stone wall.
Ziqi suddenly understood and immediately understood. He turned to Qingqing and said, "How much do you remember?"
"Probably..." Qingqing lowered his head and thought for a moment, "I haven't forgotten it."
Wan Qin would like to present it to Nan Zhangmen Lin:
Eliminating evil for the master is just a matter of time and effort. I would like to meet the master Xuan Tan.
"How brave!" After reading, Master Nanxiao jumped up from the table and overturned the hundred-jin agarwood table to the ground. All kinds of expensive vases and wine cups were shattered on the floor, and Nan Jianing left.
Go forward and quietly put the pieces aside.
Nan Xiao took another look at the wooden box at hand. Linghu Ziqin obviously did not have the leisure and leisure to decorate the body. The girl's pretty head was black and purple, and her eyes that were desperately wide open took up almost half of the entire face. Bloodshot streaks were crawling.
His eyes were white, but the corners of his mouth were stained with solidified blood. With a cold snort, Nan Xiao winked at her son: "Don't get in the way of me."
"Father..." Jianing closed the lid of the wooden box and said hesitantly, "Do you want to find the body with the people from Ruixin Pagoda and bury it?"
"If you can find it, go and try it." Nan Xiao glared at Jianing, "The style of Dongshan Qin has always been hard to find. Instead of spending so much effort, it would be better to recruit a few good players who know how to play the plucking."
Jianing lowered his head and exited the room.
Nan Xiao stared at the half-red note in his hand, suddenly clenched his fists, and tore the thin osmanthus note into pieces. He called in a soldier and asked, "Do you know the whereabouts of the eldest son?"
"Back to the head, I have sent elite soldiers to search for three days and four nights, but there is still no trace."
"You bitch!" Nan Xiao cursed inwardly, "Keep looking!"
A young maid was carrying soup and hurriedly passed by the steps. She was about to fall down, but was caught by a timely force. The maid was startled, her cheeks were slightly red: "Thank you, Second Master."
"Nothing." The young master let go of his hand, "Sir, are you still the same as before?"
"Yes. It's just that Mr.'s eyes seem to be getting harder and harder to see clearly."
Jianing nodded and let the maid leave. The pale red sky gradually faded away from the golden edge, leaving only the blue morning light. If a broken leaf hadn't been trampled on the soles of his feet, it would have been difficult for Mr. Qianshan to leave from "Gu Ya Ji"
Zhong raised his head.
"Jianing, this kid's steps are getting lighter and lighter."
The figure in white walked gracefully towards the wooden curtain and bowed quietly at the door: "Disciple, may I disturb your rest?"
"Jianing." Qianshan put down the bamboo slips and said, "Come and have a chat with Master."
Entering the wooden house, Nan Jianing caught a glimpse of the piles of "Gu Ya" in Qian Shan's hand, and couldn't help but smile: "Sir, why do you suddenly think of reading some old books?"
"I have nothing to do." After the maid poured the tea, Qian Shan took a sip and said, "Is your mother better?"
"Yes. It's just that Brother You is not here, so my mother will inevitably be worried."
"Then today you..."
"My disciple is going on a long trip with his father, so I came here to say goodbye to you sir."
"Going on a far journey?" Qian Shan was silent in her heart. Seeing Jianing still standing in front of her, she smiled and said, "You are a good boy with a heart. You are here just in time. Come and read a few pages with Master." After that, she put her hands on the hill beside her.
He was groping through a pile of books and randomly pulled out a scroll of bamboo slips with faded edges.
When he unfolded it, he saw a man and a woman fighting fiercely inside the narrow bamboo strips.
The man is holding a filament. Although his clothes are not luxurious, an unknown painter from a hundred years ago carefully drew a few strokes on his waist, and the bulging gold thread sachet is swinging with him. The woman carrying the knife is dressed like a beggar, with cuffs and thighs
The hole revealed the snow-white skin unabashedly, and only the murderous eyes blocked the appearance of poverty. Qianshan handed the bamboo scroll to Jianing: "Help Master identify who are these people fighting."
Woolen cloth?"
When Jianing saw it, he couldn't help but be speechless: "It's the grand master of our sect, the beggar girl."
"That's right! Look at the tricks of our predecessors." Qian Shan pointed at the bamboo slip page, "How rare it is - the opponent was originally a 'mountain stone' that was split in front of me, but the founder of Huangqi stepped aside.
, did not avoid it, but just grabbed the 'Qingming Drunken Spring' and forced this man to stop!"
"And this." Jianing pointed in front of the two of them and made a move. He saw the beggar woman holding a knife in front of her, standing in a bow and arrow, while the man's filament was facing the back of the knife, and there seemed to be some sparks.
Jianing was very familiar with the Patriarch's style.
Nan Xiao often said that "the flute is round and the sword is square", so others thought that only by being ruthless and decisive in swordsmanship could one dominate the world. However, Nan Xiao did not believe in evil when he was young, so he used the speed of the wooden flute and the light and round shell to make up for it.
Lin regretted that his sword was heavy and his attack methods were one-sided. In addition, he had to study hard and practice hard to create the wooden flute technique of "Sky Thunder Pointed Light".
The move in front of me is exactly where the "Sky Thunder Sharp Light" came from a hundred years ago - the "Phoenix Tower".
If you look through "Gu Ya Ji", there are quite a few scenes where this move is used. Whenever the enemy attacks quickly, the beggar girl uses a steady "Phoenix Tower" to stand still. No matter how big or small the enemy is,
, whether it is an upward attack or a downward trip, as long as the foot is firm, there is no situation that the "Phoenix Tower" cannot break. The enemy is coming more and more fiercely, but the beggar girl is unhurried and unhurried, as if she has repaid all the injuries intact.
Go back and beat your powerful enemy to pieces.
There are some calm opponents among the bamboo slips, and the man with the sachet is one of them. Just when Jianing was curious about whether the filament could defeat the Phoenix sword, he turned it backwards, and the bamboo scroll actually reached the end. It was spread out.
This bamboo slip seems to be shorter than the others.
"Sir..." Jianing raised his head and looked into Qianshan's misty eyes, "What's going on?"
Qianshan touched Jianing's face: "What do you think?"
Being asked suddenly, Jianing was stunned for a moment. The long thread was stabbing, and the big knife should... Nan Jianing made shallow gestures in his hand, and couldn't help but take a breath. It seemed that he was dodging left and right, jumping forward and jumping back. No matter how he moved,
No matter where you go, you can't escape the fate of being caught in the gaps by long threads.
While thinking about it, Jianing couldn't help but take out a long knife from the magic weapon rack at the door.
"Since dreaming is useless, it's better to give it a try." Nan Jianing thought to himself, stepped on the thunder array, held the sword across his chest, and made a "dodge sharp light" stroke, firmly protecting the back of the sword in front of him.
A half circle. Qian Shan's soft sword was made of silk, and she patted Jianing's forehead gently and gently.
——Not "Phoenix Tower".
He had always heard of the elegant music played on the harp in Lirong Mountain. Although Jianing only knew a little bit about it, he still slowed down his wrist and made a faint "tangtangliuishui" with a faint force, trying to stick to the soft point of the sword. It was not as good as the blade and the sword head.
When they collided, the dark force suddenly turned into bright force, and the "faint mountain" was cut down quickly.
Qian Shan shook her head, and the sword suddenly turned, fell, and wrapped around Jianing's ankle.
——It’s not “high mountains and flowing water”.
There was no shortage of classical and elegant books piled up in Miyu Lake. Jianing just nodded slightly, picked up the handle of the knife again, raised his breath deeply, and swung the broadsword across the horizontal direction to make the wind rustle. Qianshan couldn't help but smile,
The soft sword shot out directly, flew into the sword array, and stabbed Jianing between the eyebrows.
Jianing was stunned, but then he couldn't help laughing, silently rolled up the soft sword and handed it to his husband.
——Not "Daocheng Gale".
Could it be that there is a master hidden deep in Yi Ya Mo and the world doesn't know about it? Jianing scratched his head, took out the hidden thread from his sleeve, and looked at it carefully. He tried to make a move with the flying thread, but Qian Shan turned the sword head with his hand as his heart, unable to focus on it.
The empty hidden thread was forced to fall softly to the ground.
——Not "Shajiang Yin".
Seeing her disciple pondering for a long time, Qian Shan squinted her eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, maybe you can go out and you will have the answer in your mind."
Unexpectedly, two versus two turned out to be this way of playing. Ziqi sneered in his heart, how could he forget the leader Wen Xianwen on the side? After half a day, the sun rose three poles, and the hot and poisonous sun made the three of them endure.
Stop and take a breath.
The three of them clicked, clicked, clicked, and explored all the moves of the four of them in the night step by step. Whenever the weapons of Grandpa Gui and Ziqi intersected, Qingqing closed her eyes and used stones to knock out the key sounds of Wenxian or Ziqin in her memory.
After all the moves were compared, when Ziqin and Qingqing fell into the sea, Grandpa Ghost lowered his head and muttered:
"It's not 'Daocheng Gale', it's 'Water Lotus'."
Qingqing only vaguely remembered that the moves that Master Wen played when he competed with him for the flute were very different from what he had seen on the tree. However, he still had only a partial understanding of it, so he asked Grandpa Gui: "Uncle Grandmaster, what are the two pieces of music?"
Different places?"
Ling Hugui thought to himself, and instead of answering her words, he asked: "What have you learned from grandpa these two days?"
Qing Qing was startled: "The geese are falling on the flat sand."
"Not stupid yet." Grandpa Ghost looked at Qingqing and smiled. Qingqing didn't know whether he was stupid or not, but he never dared to forget what his master had taught him. Therefore, even if Grandpa Ghost didn't mention it, he had already understood the meaning of Shibi.
What song was played?
Grandpa Ghost flew up and picked up the last few gravels in the ashes, and fluttered them on the ancient cliff.
After thousands of years of precipitation, the gray-faced Lirong Coast has already developed the purest, clear and ethereal sound in nature. Such a gift from gods and gods cannot be achieved by the likes of Linghu Gui or Linghu Ziqin, no matter how advanced their skills are.
.
I saw Grandpa Ghost's rags getting soaked gradually, and heat was coming out of the small hole.
Qingqing and Ziqi couldn't help but stare at Grandpa Ghost's every move. One listened intently to the lingering sounds echoing on the cliff, and the other carefully observed the moves in the fog in the cave. They saw that Linghu Ghost was both his enemy and himself.
The hand raises "Wild Goose Luo", accumulating strength but sluggishly; the foot steps on the "flat sand", swift and smooth - the moves are very similar to the singing of wild geese in autumn, and the singing of guqin. Even if you are watching, it also inspires Qing Qing
Come in hot sweat.
The white air rises in front of my eyes, like an immortal descending to earth, stars appear, and the figure of Linghu ghost flashes and moves in every corner of the narrow stone cave. It seems that the melody in my ears is not created by human beings, but the blue sea turns into tears and the dry cliffs
Composing a song, and following the orders of Linghu Gui to call for rain, he summoned thunder and snow from heaven to Lirong Mountain. Sand and rocks flew, clouds and snow flew...
This is the most elegant piece of Dongshan ancient music - "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand".
As Linghu Ghost's figure gradually slowed down, the lingering sound slowly faded away, while Qingqing stayed where he was, not knowing the end of the song. Ziqi helped his uncle sit down against the earth and rock, and Qingqing just woke up from a dream and ran to
passed.
Grandpa Ghost spent a lot of energy and smiled weakly at Qingqing: "Never heard of it?"
Qingqing shook his head. He only remembered that his master promised to play it to him, but he just hadn't realized it yet.
Zi Qi supported the acupuncture points on Linghu Gui's back and slowly lost some strength. Grandpa Gui was still breathing heavily: "You can remember as much as you can. Today, your grandpa, I allow you to go down the mountain."
Qingqing couldn't help but widen her eyes. Grandpa Ghost said again: "Your master must have heard clearly what you heard at that time. Grandpa wants you to go to Nanlin Xuantan and find your master Ziqin."