The third volume of Yinjiang Chapter 106 and Zicheng
Unexpectedly, in today's world, the name "Four Instruments of Eight Tones" actually evolved from the days when emperors and ministers still existed. Qingqing thought of the head Wen Xianwen.
The way he responded to every call before, and the way the capable men and heroes around him respected him in every possible way, he stabbed his sword into his throat, and his blood was full of panic...
It turns out that the reason behind this is that he has the blood of an emperor and is a descendant of Emperor Wenkang.
Ziqin heard that Qingqing was silent, so he just continued to speak slowly: "An old saying once said, 'Being with ordinary people means sharing joys and sorrows, and sharing hardships. Friendship with the emperor is different, but it is about sharing hardships and sharing.
It's hard to be happy.' Perhaps it was for this reason that after Emperor Bai Yan committed suicide and threw himself into the river, many old ministers, including the three ministers of the Wen Dynasty, found excuses to retire and return home, and no longer participated in the intrigues between the government and the opposition."
"But." Qingqing suddenly felt something was wrong, "Today, the four musical instruments of the world have their own sects. They are almost equally famous among the people in the world. I have never heard of any distinction between superiors and inferiors, let alone those of West Lake.
The descendants have the blood of emperors and so on. Master, why is this?"
Although Qingqing said this, he didn't know in his heart that a trip down the Lirong Mountain caused the death of two sect leaders and caused chaos in Yiyamo Desert. He was no longer what the world calls "equal names"
So much.
When Qing Qing asked, Ziqin hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Because after the war was over and the world was at peace, Emperor Wenkang also followed the ancient example and rewarded the world with fiefs, dividing the world into Dongshan, West Lake, Nanlin and
Northern Desert."
"Except for the West Lake, the three fiefdoms in the southern forest are overgrown with thorns, and the northern desert is hot and arid. None of them are as happy as the place where Lirong Mountain is backed by the sea, with mountains and water. Back then, the head of Mo Chen was one of the 'Three Ministers of the Wen Dynasty'
First of all, because Emperor Wen Kang divided things like this, neither the beggar nor the ancestors of Nanshuo were unhappy. It was just that during the battle between the masters of Mo Chen, he had to charge for the emperor for a long time, so he inevitably lost a few more lives. Not to mention the history books.
It is also said that Mo Chen has a cold temperament and is decisive in killing without blinking an eye, which has long made other sects recruited by Emperor Wen Kang very unhappy."
"In the beginning, the emperor of the Wen Dynasty still relied heavily on his founding minister, so all factions were full of resentment and divided Dongli Rongshan. Until one day, a black-robed wizard came
, quietly ran to the seven-star throne in the Emperor Yaoguang Palace, put on a mask and lit a fire. I didn't know what the wizard saw in the fire, so he said straight away that there were stars in the east that were moving abnormally.
There will be traitors and traitors..."
"So, Master Mo Chen has sworn that no descendant of the Linghu family will be allowed to step down the mountain?" Qingqing listened and finally understood. He originally thought that the four instruments of east, west, south, north, and eight tones were the world's most powerful.
What it looked like at the beginning. Unexpectedly, the story about fighting for power and swallowing up mountains and rivers in the history books was absolutely true. Suddenly, I remembered something, and asked my master:
"Then later, did the wizard's prediction come true?"
"No." Ziqin smiled bitterly and shook his head, "The world is divided into four parts today, all because there were descendants of the Wen family who indulged in women, drank and had fun, and did not care about government affairs. No matter how loyal the three sects are,
, could not withstand the resentment of public opinion, and eventually forced Emperor Wen to abdicate, and gradually the situation of each faction becoming what it is today."
Hearing this, Qing Qing couldn't help but sneered. If he had done something wrong and was unable to survive, how could he be saved by his destiny?
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Half a minute? Qingqing couldn't help but think, if Mr. Luo were here, after hearing this, he would probably laugh so hard.
Turning around, Qingqing buried her head in her master's generous chest, letting the bright moon shine like frost on her long hair. Qingqing whispered: "Master, where should we go next?"
"Go back to Dongshan." Ziqin saw that Qingqing in his arms seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then continued, "There is no need for you and me to go to Ruixin Pagoda. Since Mr. Mo has been the master of Baihua Fairy for so long, we can
He must have known the secrets found in the bamboo slips."
"That's right." Qingqing turned to look at the cabinet of silk and bamboo string instruments. To be able to leave all these treasures to his apprentice as gifts, he probably found a picture of a man and a woman fighting, and with a guilty conscience, he deliberately gave it to Fairy Baihua.
left.
Thinking of this, Qing Qing couldn't help but smile softly. The master became brave, not afraid of anything, but he was only afraid of his own heart.
"What are you laughing at?" Ziqin lowered her head. Before Qingqing could answer, she felt a kiss fall on her smiling lips.
"Disciple is laughing..." Qingqing raised his head and let his greedy eyes fall on the master's brows, neck and shoulders, "I thought I could travel all over the world with the master, but who knew that I had just walked through the Northern Desert?
I’m going back so soon.”
"Can't bear to leave?" Ziqin seemed to have read through the disciple's thoughts, and asked Qingqing immediately, making Qingqing blush slightly.
When I left Yeping Mountain, I was obviously very reluctant. I thought about it day and night, and I had to go back to the top of Lirong Mountain with mottled bamboo shadows and the Lingdeng Cliff with the endless sound of waves. Today I will talk about it all at once.
When I want to go back, why do I feel a little bit reluctant to leave?
Thinking of this, Qingqing couldn't help but hug Ziqin's chest tighter: "This disciple just wants to be with the master."
Ziqin couldn't help but rub Qingqing's long hair: "The days ahead are long - when we return to the mountains this time and meet Mr. Mo, it won't be too late for us to go out for sightseeing." At this point,
, Ziqin seemed to suddenly understand something, and her eyes widened:
"Qing Qing?"
"Why."
"Master seems to understand what you said that day - what is the way for you and me to never be separated."
Upon hearing this, Qingqing's face turned red all of a sudden, and she hurriedly hid in her master's arms, whispering: "No, master must not have guessed it!" As he said this, his heart was beating fast.
He stood up, seeming to be vaguely expecting something.
Ziqin gave a rare grin. She felt like she was smiling silly. She knew in her heart that she had definitely guessed. So she held Qingqing's face, let the moonlight shine into Qingqing's clear eyes, and then shined
reflected in his own eyes.
"Qing Qing, after returning to the mountain, can I ask Master to marry you?"
After listening, a glimmer of light flashed in Qingqing's eyes, as if it took her a long time to understand the meaning of this sentence. She didn't answer, just nodded hard, stretched out her hand to hold Ziqin's fair and jade-like cheeks, and made herself hot
The breath keeps coming closer to those warm lips...
Before dawn, the master and apprentice simply packed their bags, went downstairs to fetch their horses, and stepped onto the cold and smooth stone road of the West Lake again. Perhaps the frightened Baihua Fairy actually asked Ruixinta to follow.
All night long, no one dared to step foot upstairs.
The two of them immediately got on the boat, and the small hull shook violently, waking them up.
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The boatman who never stops dreaming.
"You two gentlemen, do you look like fairies?" The boatman squinted his eyes, let out a long yawn, pushed his pole and oar, and sailed away from the shore.
Ziqin and Qingqing, however, were not sleepy at all. They leaned against the window and took the trouble to look at the white jade-like moon on the West Lake. The ancients once said, "Today's people don't see the ancient moon, but this month used to shine on the ancients."
After spending time in the mountains, Qing Qing came to appreciate the beauty of these poems and songs more and more.
Perhaps when the thoughts in my heart are hard to describe, only the ancients who have seen the same bright moon can have the same emotion.
As the saying goes, "Today's people cannot see the moon of the past," Qing Qing couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. When the head of Mo Chen made such a strong oath to his emperor in exchange for his lifelong reputation of loyalty, he really never thought about it——
Today, hundreds of years later, the world is scrambling to snatch "Fan Ya Ji", and today there is not even room for a white jade flute in the world——
What should we do if we establish the head of the Linghu clan in Rongshan?
This moon used to shine on the ancients, but Qingqing looked left and right. No matter how she looked at the snow-white and bright moon, the moon could not tell Qingqing that on the next full moon night, she would experience an unforgettable catastrophe in her life. Chang'e could not
Wu Gang didn't speak, even Jade Rabbit and Old Guishu were quiet and didn't say a word.
The two masters and apprentices were in a daze when they suddenly and inadvertently heard a few "coo-coo-coo" sounds above their heads.
Ziqin kissed Qingqing on the forehead, signaling her to slowly fall asleep, and then went out of the cabin to take a closer look. The pigeons with gray feathers dotted with black spots immediately swooped down when they saw Ziqin's figure.
The sharp claws grabbed Master Linghu's wrist tightly.
Taking a closer look, the pigeon had an ink-stained strip of cloth tied to its leg. As soon as it fell into Ziqin's hands, it immediately vomited blood.
I don’t know how long the carrier pigeon had been flying, and how far it had flown, but it actually forced me to cough up blood. The carrier pigeons in Lirong Mountain were very familiar with their master, and they were very familiar with Ziqin Qingqing and others on weekdays. It was just the disciples on the mountain.
After living in seclusion for many years without anyone coming down the mountain, most of these homing pigeons have no use.
I don’t know why I flew to this distant West Lake in such a hurry today.
Ziqin hurriedly opened the strip of cloth, only to see a few familiar handwritings crumpled among the lines covered with fuzzy ink. Growing up, Linghu Ziqi was the least familiar among the four siblings.
The one who likes calligraphy. Not to mention Zi Shu's handwriting, even the little kid on the street who has just learned to write can write hundreds of times more neatly than him.
Once the master made a few criticisms, Zi Qi held his head high and said confidently: "The writing book is for communication. Since what the disciple writes can be understood by others, why bother to practice the ability to draw ghosts and talismans?"
Not to mention that the master was so angry that he was so angry that even the young Zi Shu ran away and was so angry that he didn't talk to him for many days.
Now that Ziqin lowered his head, he couldn't help but sigh. Junior brother's problem with sloppy writing really hasn't changed at all in many years. The first line read crookedly:
Brother Qi Dunshou and senior brother are fine.
Seeing this, Ziqin couldn't help but smile. It turned out that Ziqi, who never liked secular politeness, could rarely write a few words commonly used in letters. While lifting the cabin door curtain, he walked inside. Who knew that he had just stepped out?
One foot suddenly stopped in mid-air.
The hull of the boat shook, causing Linghu Ziqin to stumble and almost fall to the ground.