Volume Three Yinjiang Chapter 107 Life and Death Follow
At the beginning of late spring, the ice and snow melted, and the night screen was already the color of flowing water and flying orioles. Seeing the dead branches and leaves of the old banyan tree, and sprouting new shoots, I couldn't help but feel homesick for the wood. The establishment of Rongshan opened the door to establish the sect, and Linghu's disciples have inherited it for more than a hundred years, but it will not last long.
There was no one living there. When senior brother saw this letter, Qi, his junior sister and all the disciples had been back in the mountain for many days.
The disciples are practicing and studying, day after day, and there is no difference. Even when the leader is not in the mountains, he never forgets to be more diligent and diligent every day. Looking at Qichuan, the skills of Qilang and several people are no longer the same as before.
If you go down the mountain, you will definitely be able to compete with the masters of the world. When chess went down the mountain before, there was a woman in red shirt who followed Ruixinta up the mountain, called Alou. Even though her legs can't walk, she might as well follow the Xia chess player all the way.
Studying chess and copying scores every day.
The disciples were very harmonious after returning to the mountain, and everything was well with Zihua and his uncle.
The road to Lirong Mountain is steep and overgrown with strange vegetation and rocks. Therefore, today is not as good as in previous years, and there are many fewer guests and friends. Just three days ago, a person happened to rush up the mountain in a daze. He was half-clothed, scarred, and had not a single scratch on his body.
I don't know how I can cross the cliff and climb to the top of the mountain quietly. I asked him about it, and he claimed to be the number one scholar in Nanlin, an old friend of Zishu, and the original owner of the white jade flute. His surname was Mo.
Ming Lingfeng never left his body without Tao Xun. It was this person who took Zi Shu away without hesitation.
Before he could ask his uncle for instructions, Mr. Mo was already tied into the banyan forest by the disciples. He was beaten and kicked, and the sound of wailing continued for a long time. This was definitely not the idea of the stupid brother. After the senior brother returned to the mountain, he should not be blamed on Qi.
When the old friend returned to the mountain, we were supposed to welcome him thousands of miles away, but Qi could only decide one thing. He thought about it day and night, and was in panic all day long, just because he was afraid that his senior brother needed to know. When winter first came, Qi and Qi Xue, Qing Qing met Yi Yi on the way down the mountain.
The head of Crow Mo Jimo and Young Master Lin Nan of Broken Qiong had only a few words with each other. Between the words, the two seemed to want to unite their sects to fight against Dongshan together. After thinking about it, Yu Di felt that it was no coincidence that Mr. Mo went up the mountain at this time.
.Senior brother and Qing Qing are out here, so be careful and don't reveal your whereabouts easily until everything is ready.
The chess players from Lianggui returned to the mountains yesterday after being out for a long time. I heard that the civil strife in the Northern Desert is still going on. The old and new forces are fighting for power. The princes in charge of the Northern Desert, and even the old members of the public losers are all involved in it. In the sand prison of the Northern Desert,
We were originally imprisoning a young son of the West Lake, but he was kidnapped by the kings of the Northern Desert and used as a hostage. Unexpectedly, on the day the prison was blown up, the Wen family's son disappeared. Thousands of soldiers and horses searched for him, but they all returned without success. Foolish Brother Xi
Thinking about this, there must be something fishy. Senior brother must be on guard against the tricks. If necessary, return to the mountain is the best option!
The rivers and lakes have been extremely calm recently, and when the waves are calm, I am afraid that the storm will rise behind me. Although I don’t know what kind of conspiracy is brewing, if the homing pigeon meets my senior brother, my senior brother and Qing Qing must return quickly! Return quickly!
I wonder what Baihua Fairy looks like?
The foolish brother ordered the fox chess piece to knock on the table.
Such a long cloth letter, densely packed with handwriting, was squeezed into a square inch on a rough cloth strip stained with ink. I am used to using sweet-scented osmanthus paper to send letters when I am in Rongshan and outside the mountain. I don’t know why.
Qi did not ask Qi Xue to ghostwrite, but insisted on writing the crooked "ant climbing the tree" on the cloth. Why?
Ziqin stared at the letter closely, and the words "Come back soon! Come back soon!" written twice at the end of the letter made Ziqin's eyes hurt.
What happened to Lirong Mountain!
There is no doubt that a storm hiding behind the tranquility is shrouding Lirong Mountain, and a conspiracy from nowhere is also quietly brewing. It can set off a hundred thousand fires
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The urgent crisis was written in a calm and relaxed manner, and he did not forget to ask "what about Baihua Fairy" at the end of the letter. I am afraid that only Linghu Ziqi can do it.
When he and Qing Qing left Bei Mo and went to West Lake, they also wrote a letter to Li Rongshan. Thinking about it this way, Zi Qi just asked casually at the end of the letter, or——
Is Baihua Fairy's appearance really important?
Hearing the master's movements, a man stood at the door of the cabin, holding a letter in his hand, his arms stiff and motionless in mid-air. The cold wind kept pouring into the room. Qingqing couldn't help but wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, turned around and asked: "What is the master doing?"
Only then did Ziqin raise her head as if she had just woken up from a dream: "It's nothing. Your uncle knew that you and I were in West Lake and sent a letter."
"What a coincidence." Qingqing smiled, "If this letter had come a few days later, I'm afraid we would have already reached the foot of the mountain." After saying that, he came to the master's side and looked at the crumpled cloth.
, asked: "What was written in the letter?"
"Nothing special..." Ziqin wanted to say something, but as he spoke, he suddenly saw the disciple's expression full of curiosity and unaware of the coming storm. Maybe there are some things that Master Linghu can handle alone.
After thinking about this, he continued, "It's just that everyone is practicing diligently so that you and I can go back as soon as possible."
Qingqing stared at the rag covered with ink for a long time, still puzzled by its meaning. In the entire Lirong Mountain, the only person who could read the word "ant crawling" in the chess game was probably the master.
It was just a person. My eyes felt sore, and I couldn't help but blink and look away.
Ziqin opened her broad palms, covered Qingqing's eyelids, and said softly: "The moonlight is too pale, don't look too hard, and go to bed early."
After being sleepy all night, Qingqing actually yawned loudly when she heard what her master said. Then she turned her head and lay on her master's shoulder, listening comfortably to the sound of the waves of the West Lake.
Half asleep and half awake, she heard Ziqin's soft voice in her ears and remembered: "Qingqing, you and I have agreed that we will never be separated in this life..." Qingqing nodded vaguely, turned around, and stood in the warm embrace.
He was sleeping deeply. He seemed not to notice a few tears quietly falling on his cheeks...
When the boat arrived at a distance of more than a hundred miles from Lirong Mountain, no matter how much money he offered, the boatman would just freeze and shake his head, refusing to row another mile. If the master and the disciple pressed hard,
, the boatman waved his hands repeatedly, closed his eyes and said:
"If you two gentlemen have a lot of money, you can buy the old man's broken boat and row it to Lirong Mountain yourself. The east mountain is full of monsters and ghosts, and it is said that there are jackals, tigers and leopards, killing people like crazy. Even if the old man doesn't want this
The ship cannot take this life!"
As the boatman got older, not only did he sometimes speak poorly, but he was also worried about supporting his family. He relied on this relatively stable boat that traveled up and down the West Lake. Ziqin could not take away the job that people relied on for their livelihood.
There was no way to persuade him to paddle to the foot of Lirong Mountain, so he and Qing Qing had to pay money and get off the boat. The two of them walked along the rugged shore to an inconspicuous cave entrance in a rock crevice.
You can already smell the salty sea breeze here. Qingqing knew in his heart that this was the path that Head Wen took more than ten years ago to hold his five-year-old child and send her back to Lirong Mountain.
Walking into the cave, the gurgling sound of the water gradually became quieter. The droplets of water fell on the stone wall, but they scattered and splashed lightly and skillfully, but left a loud echo, buzzing throughout the cave.
non-stop.
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Listening intently to what was going on, Qingqing tightened her master's hand. Although she knew that with her master walking beside her, she would never fall out of her body, Qingqing still couldn't help but listen carefully.
The slight sound of drops of water.
Now, I can already hear the sounds and identify my location, and I am no longer the child being held by Head Wen.
As long as you carefully listen to every drop and moment of sound in your ears, even if you can't see in the dark, you can still hear where the road under your feet is flat and where it is rugged, and where the Lirong Mountain hidden in the corner of the world is. Clear
Qing concentrated on his ears and felt that the sound of gurgling water drops was getting closer and closer to him, and then further and further away.
It was as if something was dripping water constantly, causing the echo of dripping water to echo in the huge cave.
Just when the small sound of water was about to disappear in the distance, Qingqing tightened her master's fingers and stood still. Ziqin immediately stopped and understood immediately. Qingqing also heard what he had just heard.
That strange sound of water.
"Perhaps the cave is very old, and there are stalactites and the like that are dripping water all the time." Ziqin smiled in the darkness and gently held Qingqing's hand. She felt anxious in her heart, wanting to get out of the cave as soon as possible and return to the top of Lirong Mountain.
Go up.
"Master..." Qingqing bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and insisted, "Let's polish the tinder and take a look."
"Qing Qing, the water vapor in this cave is too thick, I'm afraid the tinder has already been soaked."
After hearing what the master said, Qingqing couldn't think of any reason to refute. He just stood there, as if he was attracted by a strange premonition, unable to move even one step.
Ziqin had no choice but to see that Qingqing really wanted to find out, so she found two flints from her arms and touched them to erase the bright sparks that were extinguished in an instant.
Although the flint only lit up for a moment, the fire instantly swallowed up a large area of the empty cave, and the stalactites arranged neatly above the head like the roots of an old banyan tree were clearly illuminated.
The master and apprentice walked a few steps back along the original path and stood next to the strange sound of water. Ziqin held two flints in his hands respectively. Qingqing couldn't help but grab the master's arm and took a deep breath.
With a "pop" sound, the fire light came on, making the surrounding darkness clear.
Qingqing only felt that this moment was so long that he could clearly see what appeared in front of him. When the firelight shone deep in the cave, Qingqing wished that the flames would be extinguished quickly, so that everything that appeared in front of him would be gone.
Become a phantom——
I would rather believe that at that moment, I didn't see anything.
What Qingqing saw was also completely seen by Ziqin. During that long moment, Ziqin always felt that there seemed to be some hallucination in front of him, imagining that he heard the Tao Xun that resounded under Lirong Mountain when he was a child.
The long breath lasts all day and night, never ending for a moment.
But just now, the sound of Tao Xun suddenly stopped.
Qingqing tentatively stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the virtual image that had just appeared in front of him. But before his hand fell in the air, Ziqin hugged him back:
"Qing Qing, don't look."
But Qingqing was like a little beast that had lost its mind. She was trembling all over and struggling in Ziqin's arms. She wanted to rush forward and use her eyes and fingers to really feel it. Just now, the flint lit up and she
What I saw was not an illusion, but a person——
A man with his feet hanging in the air, wearing broken straw sandals, with two toes exposed.