Linghu Ziqin never imagined that ten days later Qingqing would be standing on the stone shore where he had been standing silently for a long time, thinking about the same problem as himself - how to go down the mountain.
"What are you thinking about?" A familiar and energetic voice came from behind, and Qingqing, who was lost in thought, was startled.
"Sister Qixue?"
"Yeah, I almost thought I couldn't catch up with you."
"Senior sister..." Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, "Actually, there is no need to make a special trip to see me off."
Qixue raised her eyebrows, shook her head and said, "I won't see you off, I'll go with you." Seeing Qingqing's hesitant look, Qixue puffed up her chest and said, "My master and aunt agreed to this. Shoushan
Our manpower, two senior sisters and one senior brother, is more than enough to deal with the little thieves from the southwest."
Qingqing still didn't answer. When Qixue saw this, she became impatient: "What, you don't want me to be with you?"
"No, no." Qing Qing waved his hand quickly, "Uncle Grand Master wants me to go to Nanlin. I just can't tell where the south is."
"That's it..." Qixue also raised her chin with her hand.
After thinking for a long time, Qixue patted her thigh: "As the name of Nan Sui Qiong Forest implies, it must be lush with vegetation. Why don't we go to a place with green fields?"
When Qing Qing heard this, he thought it made sense. When he looked up the mountain, he saw that the four scenes in front of him were indeed clear, so he nodded vigorously.
So, the two girls ran side by side towards Miyu West Lake.
On the edge of the river, two girls stood side by side facing the river wind. Qixue was dressed as a knight, with a long python whip hidden at her waist. However, Qingqing's hand injury was not fully healed, and it looked like it was swaying in the wind, and she held it with a pale face.
Playing wooden flutes, there was an endless stream of boats on the vast river, all waiting under the broken bridge to pick up passengers. The two sisters spent some money and boarded a large boat heading to the center of the lake.
The ship was swaying unsteadily, and there was nothing to do all day and night. When she got up early the next day, she heard the ringing sound in the compartment next to her. Qixue couldn't help frowning and said: "Eating breakfast is not comfortable."
"Shh-" Qing Qing raised her index finger, "You and I are out here, so it would be better if there is less right and wrong."
It happened that the waiter on the ship came over to refill tea, and Qixue couldn't help but ask: "I wonder what's going on upstairs?"
"Hey!" Unexpectedly, the tall and thin guy, who seemed dull, suddenly started chatting, "You two look like you are from far away. You have never heard of our Three Treasures of West Lake!"
"What three treasures?"
"Catfish from Xuan Pond, salt from Frost Pond, beautiful young man from Yushu Linfeng!"
Qixue and Qingqing looked at each other, wondering what the mess was.
Seeing the appearance of the two of them, the thin monkey boy narrowed his slender eyes and said with a silly smile: "I mean, you two are lucky, today you and my boss are on the same boat.
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"Master Wen?" Qingqing couldn't help but hold the tea cup tightly.
"That's not the case!" The man rubbed his hands excitedly and couldn't restrain the greedy light in his eyes. "It's rare for a big ship captain to receive such a job; let alone a small ship or a small stern, he's just greedy!
Let me tell you -" the thin guy couldn't help but swallowed, "The young man looks a few years younger than the two girls, which really suits the eyes of our people. He looks so handsome -
'! When I was young, I just took a quick look when I was carrying water..."
Listening to the spitting guy going on, Qixue couldn't help but stop him: "Then, you handsome young man, what are you arguing about upstairs now?"
"You don't understand!" After hearing Qixue's question, the thin boy stood up and looked at the two of them with squinted eyes from top to bottom, "It's common for ordinary girls not to understand the games that young masters play. Let me tell you, our young master
It’s not making a noise upstairs, but it’s practicing a unique martial art that ordinary children can’t afford to learn——”
The two sisters couldn't help but leaned forward.
"Toss the pot!"
After the waiter left, the two of them finally couldn't help it anymore and were so happy that they fell back and forth.
"What a master, but he also has a silver pewter spear head!"
After laughing for a while, Qixue wiped tears from the corners of her eyes: "Tell me, what does this Young Master of the Wen family look like?"
"I'm not curious." Qingqing pouted, "You're just an eight or nine-year-old kid."
"What?" Qixue lowered her voice, "Didn't you hear that guy said that the young master is really handsome!"
Qingqing was dumbfounded: "Sister, what does 'Jun' mean?"
Qixue held the tea cup and stayed there for a long time: "I don't know either, let's go and take a look and we'll find out!" After that, Qingqing couldn't help but refuse, and Qixue dragged her upstairs.
The price levels in the cabin are clearly divided. Once they go upstairs, the exquisite furnishings are completely different from the two sisters' residence. Following the sound, the two came to the noisy place, and accidentally met the thin monkey-like chatty waiter again.
The waiter winked at the two of them, as if to say: I knew you couldn't help but watch!
The room was in a mess, and suddenly someone shouted loudly: "Quiet, everyone, Mr. Wen is coming!" Hearing this sound, Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and she always felt that this sound sounded like it was shouted by a person with deep inner strength.
But the noisy crowd just now actually calmed down.
Looking in through the gap in the screen, I saw a fat middle-aged man holding a round-headed arrow in his hand. He must be the man who made the noise just now. He raised his hand and handed it to the young master sitting in the middle of the crowd. The master was better than the two of them.
I imagined he was older, about twelve or thirteen years old, with fair face and red face, a high nose and temples, the opposite eyebrows were as dark as drops of ink, and his eyes were full of affection.
Qingqing murmured for a moment: "Sister, I know what 'Jun' is."
At this time, the screen was far away from the room, and the young master of the Wen family missed his shot but was very close to the pot. There was a roar of applause from the crowd. The middle-aged man took a second round-headed arrow and shot it through the air.
The wind actually hit the screen directly: "Who is sneaking behind!"
Qingqing saw that the arrow was coming very fast and was unwilling to dodge. He heard the sound of the wind behind the screen and reached out to catch it. The moment the round arrow penetrated the thin screen, Qingqing swept it away with the wind and caught it as expected.
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There was only a "click" sound, and before Qingqing's hand injury healed, there was another biting pain in his right arm.
Qing Qing did not expect that this man fired the arrow with such force that he was trying to kill himself. He simply gathered enough strength and ignored the momentary pain, and threw the round arrow back along the original path. The arrow made a sharp sound.
He passed by and brought down the several-foot-long screen, which fell into the pot in the distance with a "bang".
Injured and weak, Qingqing returned the arrow and hit the pot very lightly. But as the screen crashed to the ground, the spectators, old and young, were still shocked and couldn't hold themselves back. They all looked this way. The man shouted angrily again:
"What are you here for!"
"Let's see the catfish steamed with vinegar!" Qingqing was young and energetic after all, but he wanted to show off his quick words.
The man slapped the table and said, "What catfish?"
"Didn't you yourselves say that when catfish is pickled with salt, a handsome young man will appear?"
The tall and thick middle-aged man was stunned for a tenth of the incense stick before he realized that the person Qingqing was mocking was his little master. Then he became even more furious, his muscles popped out, and he roared:
"Come and taste my iron fist!"
As he said this, he saw the big man standing up, two or three heads taller than Qing Qing. He clenched his fists and was about to rush forward. Qi Xue, who was beside her just now, said nothing, but now she saw Qing Qing trying hard to catch the arrow and being injured.
Not taking it lightly, he rushed to Qing Qing to greet him without making a sound.
The big man made an uppercut and wanted to hit Qixue's chin. Unexpectedly, Qixue suppressed the big man's arm like lightning, jumped up quickly, and punched the big man's side of the face with the same punch. The big man hurriedly took action and held on tightly.
Holding Qixue's wrist, Qixue struck hard with her knees. At the same time, she touched the big man's chest with her toes. She turned back and broke free from the big man's hand, landing firmly on the table.
The man took a few steps back, and a few mouthfuls of blood foam came out of his mouth. It was obvious that he had bitten his lip just now. At this time, Qingqing just observed the person in front of him: The man was wearing a straw coat and sandals, and a straw cover on his hand. He was not far away.
There was a big straw hat lying on the ground everywhere. At this moment, the grassy man in all clothes had his eyes as big as bells, and he rushed towards Qixue again, shouting loudly.
They had just fought once, and Qixue still had no confidence in her heart, but now she was confident. She rushed forward, dodged the man's flying punch at the waist, turned around and held the man's thick arm, and saw that the thin but powerful elbow was about to hit him.
The big man turned away with his left eye.
"Okay." The white and slender fingers suddenly placed on the young man's shoulders. The handsome young man came behind the young man at some point, and Qixue couldn't help but hold her hand while her move was mid-air.
"Miss Zhiyu... ahem... the girl is too rude to treat guests..."
Qixue looked back at Qingqing, and the two of them were almost shocked: This man with fat body, straw clothes and sandals, and fists bigger than his head, is actually a girl?!
Seeing Qixue and Zhiyu let go of each other, the charming young man looked at the two sisters with loving eyes: "You two, ahem... You two distant guests, why don't you come and play a game together?"
"No need." Qixue saw that the young man was coughing every time he spoke, as if he was about to fall down at any moment. She didn't want to continue to be embarrassed, so she jumped down from the table, turned around with Qingqing and left. She just turned around.
body, I heard a sentence behind me:
"Don't move! Put down your arrows!"
The two men suddenly turned around, and everyone looked at the scene in horror - it was the tall and thin boy who had been watching just now, standing behind the young master with squinted eyes. A dagger dotted with shining emeralds was clamped on the young master's tender body.
On the weak neck, the situation is like killing a chicken during the New Year in the village - only the last touch on the neck is missing.
Zhiyu's anger was still lingering, but another change occurred over there. Like a panting calf, Zhiyu raised his fist and approached the thin monkey man step by step: "You also want to get punched twice, right?"
Seeing the big man approaching step by step, the waiter pressed the dagger tighter on the young master's neck: "You dare?"
Mr. Wen couldn't hold it anymore and coughed violently again. Zhiyu looked at his master, then at the thin boy's narrowed eyes, and lowered his fist with veins all over his face.
Seeing that the children and older children in the same room as Mr. Wen were not very good at throwing pots, but at this time the master was in trouble, but they were not timid. The white light flashed, and the small cabin was crowded with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks.
Kidnapper Meteor. The skinny guy stretched his neck and narrowed his long eyes even smaller: "If there is one who won't let go of this guy, I'll make you young man bleed immediately!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clanging sound on the floor.
The waiter's narrowed gaze crossed the crowd and pointed directly at Qing Qing at the door: "Yours counts too!"
At this time, Qixue's soft whip was wrapped around her waist and integrated with her belt. It was difficult for most people to see it at a glance. Only Qingqing's wooden flute was round in color, more than two feet long, and it was extremely eye-catching hanging on the side of her waist.
Qingqing calmly took off his wooden flute and looked at Xiang Zhiyu: "This girl said, should I put it down or not?"
This question put Zhi Yu in a difficult position. If he said let it go, his chances of rescuing his master would be reduced by one point. If he said no, the man behind him would show his fierce look. Even if he didn't look back, he couldn't help but shudder and stare.
, Zhiyu nodded silently.
Qingqing raised his eyebrows, raised the wooden flute in front of him, and suddenly let go and dropped it to the ground. Before anyone could react, when the flute was only a tenth of an inch from the ground, Qingqing suddenly raised his foot and swept the white jade flute towards the waiter.
I swept over and saw that the wooden flute accurately passed through the crowd of dozens of calves of different fat and thin sizes, and hit the skinny monkey guy hard on the ankle.
Before the waiter could stand up slowly, Qixue struck out with a soft whip, biting the waiter's wrist as fast as a silver snake. The luxurious dagger clinked to the ground in an instant, and all the children swarmed up and pulled the young master out of the skinny monkey's arms.
Now the tall and thin monkey boy had no belongings and no hostages, so he couldn't help but the children with all kinds of magic skills beat him up. In the elegant cabin, the cup and bowl seats fell to pieces. The boy
The harsh begging for mercy could be heard even across the river. After finally pulling away, the indignant child Zhiyu was about to turn around and say thank you to the two visitors.
When he turned around, he found that the strange guest and his own son had disappeared.
Qingqing and Qixue kept walking and went straight down to their simple rooms. When they heard footsteps approaching from afar, Qingqing hurriedly rolled up the package and gave one to Qixue: "Senior sister, you and I are divided into two groups.
Use the road to lead people away."
"Why do you have to bring it with you..." Qixue looked at the couch and saw that Mr. Wen's eyes were dull after his acupuncture points were tapped. He was sitting aside obediently, as docile as a rabbit.
"No time to explain!" Seeing that the weak and handsome young master was about to cough, Qingqing quickly covered the Wen family's young master's mouth, rolled up the package and carried him, and went down to the ground floor to prepare the cabin.
After fighting and robbing all the way, Qingqing didn't spend much effort, and took the hostage to a small spare raft. He went down the river, and soon the big boat disappeared in the vastness of the river.
"Young lady is so amazing." Young Master Wen suddenly spoke up after being silent for the entire journey.
Qingqing buried his head in rowing and did not answer. With seemingly a flick of the lever, the raft opened across the river and extended several feet away.
After a moment of silence, the young master asked again: "May I ask the girl your surname?"
"My surname is Ling..." Halfway through the sentence, Qingqing suddenly had an idea, "My surname is Lin, my surname is Lin, and my name is Qing."
"Miss Lin's flute skills are so good that the young man... ahem... opened his eyes." Mr. Wen endured the whole journey and finally coughed non-stop. "But if the girl wants to go south, she will go the wrong way."
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"Inverted?"
"That's right." Mr. Wen pointed to the stars in the sky, "The cross is facing south, behind you."
Looking up, Qingqing only regretted that she had not been able to follow Hengshen and learn astronomical skills. Without saying a word, Qingqing silently changed the course. Suddenly she raised her head and asked Mr. Wen: "What is your name?"
"The young man has a single name, and the word Li. Li in the morning. If the girl came to rob me, she naturally knows what the young man's last name is, right?"
"How come the son of the leader of Xizheng can't even throw the pot accurately from such a close range?"
When Wen Li heard this, he was not angry. He just said calmly: "I am born to be useful. Just like Li Zhiyu, Miss Li is not good at painting eyebrows, but her pair of 'cast iron fists' are much stronger than any of her peers."
After hearing this, Qingqing felt that it made sense. Wen Li suddenly became interested: "Is this how Miss Lin goes to Xuantan?"
Upon hearing the word "Xuantan", Qingqing's heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.
Wen Li still smiled unhurriedly: "Miss Lin, your skills are world-class and you carry your wooden flute with you. If you are not going to the Eight Music Club in Xuantan, why don't you go to eat catfish dumplings?"
The name "Bayinhui" is very unfamiliar to Qingqing. But he just doesn't want to tell anyone what he is worried about, so Qingqing said: "Yes, you are going too?"
"Xiaosheng... cough... looks like this." Wen Li's smile turned bitter, "I only have the blessing of cheering and watching the game beside the girl."
"If the girl won't give up, I hope the girl will show you a way."
Hearing Wen Li show off like this, Qingqing couldn't help but hide her mouth and said happily: "Do you know why I robbed you?"
Wen Li coughed violently again, then calmed down and said word by word: "If the girl has a grudge against my father, she should have let the enemy's guy kill me on the ship; after all, if he didn't tell me, how could you two find him?"
Come upstairs?"
It's really strange when you think about it. How could the noble son of Yushu Linfeng, the head of the West Lake family, leak his whereabouts so easily? It must have been Wen Xian's enemies who spread the news and wanted to cause chaos on the ship.
"So, from this perspective, Xiaosheng should also be grateful to Miss Lin for saving his life."
Qing Qing turned his back and was not greeted by Wen Li.
"Girl, destiny saved me. My family should repay the girl with some small gifts, which is very reasonable. When the young man sees his father, he will not treat the girl badly all the way."
"Huh." Qingqing thought helplessly to himself, "How can I use the money from West Lake?"
"It's just..." Qingqing thought Wen Li was about to cough again, so she turned her head, only to see her loving eyes shining with a deep and mysterious light, "It's just that if something happens to Xiaosheng along the way,
Not only will the girl not be able to get the hostage money, I'm afraid she won't even be able to go to Xuantan."
Qing Qing put on a look of disdain: "Would you like to hear the details?"
"The 'Bayinhui' is only about ten days old. If Miss Lin has a young boy by her side, she will naturally go straight down the river to ensure that she can't miss her big event. But if she can't even tell the difference between north and south..."
"That's fine." Qingqing turned his head and thought for a moment, "If you encounter a thin monkey and a fat monkey again, I'll make sure you save your life."
As the dust gradually faded away from the black fuel, Linghu Ziqin was still wearing a green robe, sitting alone by the Xuantan water. With her back to the green water and the vast surface of the pool, a calm and hoarse voice came from the other side: "
Leader Linghu is so excited."
Ziqin was slightly surprised and turned around. Sure enough, there were more than one person walking: "Why does Master Wen like to take care of Nanlin's family affairs?"
"Master Qin doesn't like Ruixin Pagoda's business?" Wen Xian was not to be outdone. He must have known about the birthday gift head.
Looking at the vast pool of water, the smoke is thick, and I don't know how many literati and elegant guests have sang and composed music here, and shared the eight-note meeting. Ziqin slowly admired the water view, ignoring Wen Xian as he walked forward.
"I once made a bet with Master Nan, saying that this year is the eleventh day of the Chinese New Year, and Master Dongqin will definitely reward you."
"I don't need the leader of Xizheng to worry about the consequences of my coming down the mountain. It's just..." Ziqin swung the string sword from his sleeves with a clang, "It's just that I haven't listened to the song 'Lotus of the Water' for a long time, and the season has come.
I miss autumn very much."
Wen Xian raised the corner of his mouth, and a soft long zither string also cut through the night sky: "I wonder if I am lucky enough to hear tonight, is it 'Pingsha Luoyan' or 'Pingsha Luoyan'?"