Volume Three Yin Jiang Chapter 113 Farewell Without Saying Goodbye
The woman in Tsing Yi stood on the Lingdeng Cliff with dozens of long swords on her back, her head lowered, and there was sticky blood stuck to the corner of her mouth. The original appearance of the Tsing Yi could no longer be seen.
The spots were covered with traces of fire and splashes of blood. There were also black wounds on the shoulders, stained with debris from vegetation, so fester that one could almost see the white shoulder blades.
On the left half of the arm, the blood flowing down like a stream was like two long snakes, entwined and licking Qingqing's wrist.
Qingqing's hair was also burned into large pieces, all standing up to the sky like withered grass, and her face, which was already covered with sand and dust, was so charred that it was almost unrecognizable. Only the white jade flute, with its sparkling purple light, stood out violently in the sunset.
The earth is burning with light, shining more endlessly than the fiery clouds in the sky.
Wen Li stood on the opposite side of the cliff across the sea. He stared at the figure for a long time before tilting his head and showing a smile that a master of eight instruments and four instruments should have. Just as Qingqing raised his wooden flute and pointed it into the distance.
The moment Wen took charge, the long swords behind him flashed with cold light, surrounding Qing Qing in the center.
Linghu Qingqing covered her heart and did not let go of the wooden flute in her hand: "You... don't you feel shameful by setting fire to the mountain when others are unprepared!"
"I don't think so." Wen Li shook his head without being angry at all. "What was Sister Lin thinking in her heart when she set fire to the Seven Stars Palace? Li is also thinking about what she is thinking now." Qing Qing listened and stared closely.
Looking at the eyes on the other side of the cliff, they were almost on fire——
It’s okay for General Kong to be captured by other sects. But because he knew himself, he was beaten to death by Mr. Ruo from West Lake. What can a child like Wen Li understand about this kind of mood!
Wen Li turned around, calmly adjusted his clothes, raised his head and said, "I remember that night when I escaped from the gap in the sand prison, thanks to the master Linghu, I blew up the beautiful Baiyin Qin to pieces.
.Otherwise, it would be impossible for Li to escape here and be lucky enough to burn down the Lirong Mountain owned by Master Linghu. If you put it this way, Xihu owes the owner of Wu Ling Tomb a big favor!"
Finally unable to restrain himself, Qingqing's hand holding the wooden flute began to tremble. Wen Li's figure in the distance gradually became blurry, but Li Zhiyu beside him lowered his head, unwilling to look at Qingqing.
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After fighting with this girl and bodyguard from West Lake for so long, this was the first time Qingqing saw Zhiyu's face showing the look of an ordinary girl biting her lip.
"Sister." Head Wen narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Linghu's descendants violated the oath of their ancestors, so it is only fair that the descendants of the Emperor Wen's family come to do justice for heaven."
Hearing this, Qingqing's right hand that raised the wooden flute fell weakly to his side, but his fist was clenched tightly, as if he wanted to hold the white jade flute into pieces. He looked up at the closing day, and
Close your eyes, and two lines of clear tears come from your eyes.
Seeing her like this, Wen Li thought that Linghu was the only one left and was unable to resist, so he surrendered and captured her. He said: "Beside the Yaoguang Hall, my sister burned the "Fan Ya Ji" and I still remember it clearly in my heart.
Chu, right? As long as Sister Lin hands over the music collection and jade flute now, then Sister will still be the number one scholar in the Eight Music Society and the master of Lirong Mountain, how about that?"
"Where is the master?"
"I cannot keep the sinners of the world."
Before Wen Li finished speaking, he saw a flash of light from the string in Qingqing's sleeve, and the last string sword came out in response. Accompanied by the roar of the waves, it roared sharply and rushed towards the head of the West Lake opposite. Only a sound was heard: "
The young master..." Li Zhiyu flashed in front of Wen Li amid lightning and flint——
I saw that Miss Na Zhiyu was tall, half a head taller than Wen Li. Seeing Qingqing shed tears, I suddenly had an ominous premonition, as if Qingqing almost killed Mr. Nan's son at the Eight Music Festival.
Before, before he set a fire and burned "Fan Ya Ji" in the Seven Stars Palace, he had a similar expression under the weak sunlight.
Sure enough, the string of light flashed out in an instant, and Zhiyu didn't even have time to think before he blocked his broad body in front of the young leader.
The xian sword came very quickly. By the time he saw the direction of the light and shadow clearly, it was already too late. He was about to open his mouth and shout:
"Master, be careful!"
The sharp long string penetrated directly into her mouth and passed through the entire back of her head. The slender hilt was deeply pressed against the roof of her mouth. Before her tongue could finish the last sentence, blood spurted out from her mouth.
Tear into two halves that are still attached.
The sparkling light brought blood and brain matter mixed on the blade, and punched a bloody hole in Zhiyu's head. Before Wen Li could realize what had happened, his eyes turned red, and half of the scene was immediately blurred.
When I stood up, it seemed as if the sky and the earth had been dyed and lost their original color.
The sword was very powerful. After passing through Zhiyu's warm body, it still moved forward quickly. Miss Li, who still had her last breath, fell backwards——
The stringed sword that still hadn't stopped pierced Wen's body.
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In Li’s left eye!
Just when this string sword was about to take the lives of the master and servant of Xihu at the same time, Xian Zhiyu had not yet breathed his last breath. He held his last breath, his eyes bulged, and he stood up with all his strength - the tip of the string sword had just stabbed
When he entered the Wen leader's eyes, he heard Zhiyu's broken throat and shouted loudly, forcefully pulling back Qingqing's throw.
I don't know if it was an act of God, but the young head of the Wen family just saved his life.
Zhiyu's mouth was still wide open, like a statue, motionless, standing in front of the leader. A red mark like a stream flowed quietly on Wen Li's pale cheek.
It wasn't until the first drop of blood flowed down from his eyelids and dripped into the crevices of the stone cliffs of Lirong Mountain that Wen Li calmed down as if he had just woken up from a dream, rushed forward, and hugged the man with the string sword in his head.
Li Zhiyu. The stringed sword cooled down and lost its luster.
Zhiyu's body like a hill suddenly fell down, but Wen Li got the strength from nowhere to hold him tightly in his arms. Head Wen gritted his teeth and looked up to the other side of Lingdeng Cliff. Qingqing's cold eyes only revealed
The flames of revenge remain.
People who are enemies from birth should not have known each other for so long.
The head of the West Lake held up his only remaining one eye, letting the blood flow from his right eye, dyeing the flames of Lirong Mountain a miserable red. Then he waved his hand to the group of West Lake disciples on the other side of the cliff, and tried his best to fight.
Drink:
"Kill her!"
Xihu's long sword shot up in an instant, and was about to devour Qingqing's long-unsupported body in the center.
"Ha..." This time it was Qingqing's turn to look at Wen Li, who was shouting hoarsely, and showed a pale smile.
Qingqing took out a blue bead in the shape of a firework from his arms. The only warmth in his body was concentrated in the palm of his hand. Ten years ago, did the master look at this blue firework with the same expression? Qingqing
I can’t remember clearly anymore. I just didn’t expect that the fireworks that every Linghu disciple on Lirong Mountain was carrying would eventually explode in the flames of Lirong Mountain.
Master once said that no matter when and where, as long as a firework explodes in the rivers and lakes, Linghu's descendants will follow him and fight to the death. But now, every firework is blooming in the sky, Linghu
There is no room for future generations to leave.
Looking at the dozens of swords flashing on his face, Qingqing tilted his head and smiled.
Immediately after the blue bead was released, Lingdeng Cliff shook violently, as if the earth was shaking. Those black-robed figures were torn into limbs and heads under the glare of fireworks, and fell into the sea.
Only the big blue mushroom stretched wantonly in the air, leaving behind broken rocks falling down, a faint fire, and no one could be seen anymore...
I don't know how much time passed, but Qingqing felt that his left and right sleeves were empty. Without the warmth of the string sword, the arm that had been injured after being poisoned fell back into the ice cellar. When the string sword was still in the sleeves, it seemed that the master was still around.
Still somewhere not far away on Lirong Mountain...
Until now, Qingqing truly feels that her master is no longer by her side.
Looking back, I saw that the road away from the cliff had long been occupied by tongues of fire, and the incomplete limbs that could not be identified were melting and burning in the raging fire. The figure of Wen Lihe Zhiyu had disappeared, and the entire Lingdeng Cliff became quiet again, leaving only
Going down to the sea, I calmly witnessed the process of Lirong Mountain turning from lush green to ashes.
At this time, he was singing alone, an endlessly sad elegy.
"Okay... okay!" Qingqing looked at the sky. At this moment, the world was in chaos, and he couldn't even tell whether it was day or night. He looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, and a mouthful of blood foam surged up his throat and overflowed from his mouth.
"Since you all want "Fan Ya Ji" so much and you all want the white jade flute, I will play it for you today!"
Senior Brother Hengshen, Senior Sister Qichuan Qilang, and Xue...can you hear me?
There are also uncles and grand uncles, you can hear it, can you hear it?
Qingqing put the flute to her mouth with difficulty, closed her eyes, and the melodies in her mind flowed out one by one. Qingqing no longer remembered the crooked handwriting she had written on a piece of handkerchief, but as she was going down the mountain,
The incomplete collection of "Fan Ya Ji" collected was unconsciously pouring down from the fingertips.
The last girl of the Linghu family had exhausted all her strength. The weak breath came out of the wooden flute, and her fingers trembled slightly, as if every time she moved a knuckle, the cold pain shot straight through her heart, and her whole body trembled involuntarily.
Putting his hand on the ground, Qingqing ignored the hard rock and cut his hand, and sat softly on the ground. The first song started from "Zhengpian·Duhun":
"The clear peaches are fragrant in the wind, and the shooting stars are long in the night. I sit up and hear the orioles singing, but there is nowhere to cross the Soul River."
That night was also a raging fire, and the cold wind that shattered Qionglin was doused by the fire. The girl sewn into Mrs. Jiang's pillow by Alou
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The music score is still missing, but the rough bamboo slips are lying in the dreamland of the fire. Together with Mr. Qianshan, who belongs to Nanlin, they sang and left quietly along with the melody of "The Soul Crossing".
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Mr. Qianshan will not come back again. And Master Mo Lingfeng is no longer Mr. Miyu Lake.
After that, there is the song "Jiao Pian·Falling Plum Blossoms": "The shadows fall under the beautiful flowers, and the sounds and colors are mixed. In the white solitary lamp, the red plums fall in the east." The first time I heard this tune, I was in Xuantan with Nan Jiayou.
Above, covered in blood, each of them failed to complete their mission as a disciple's descendants, but each of them saved a life.
Then there was the song where Ah Lou hugged Ruan, and he even went crazy and became possessed. He ran to Bei Desert alone in anger.
It was at that time that I truly realized that Linghu Qingqing had been inseparable from that lyre for a long time.
There is also the "Yupian Boat Song", although it was just casually written by the boatman, but it was also the morning when they boarded the boat to steal the chicken. The four brothers and sisters imitated the ancients and married Jinlan, forgetting their worries in the world, and it was such a joy!
The bone flute of Xingxing, the bamboo flute of King Gongshu, the pipa of Baihua Fairy... Qingqing can only fully understand the warmth and danger of this world by walking around the world. And now, the Jimo boy's bones are buried in Yeping Mountain.
Under the heavy snow, King Gongshu is still uncertain about his life or death in the Northern Desert, while Baihua Fairy may have returned to Ruixin Pagoda, but she will never see Mr. Mo who gave her the pipa again.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Qingqing's mouth.
Despite the wind, frost, rain and snow, the sword remains the same, but where is the old friend, smiling lightly in the spring breeze?
The whimpering flute song was coming to an end. Qingqing didn't even have the strength to look at the sea, so she had to close her eyes and freeze for a moment, while the last melody flowed from her fingers:
"We exchange cups from far away and go down to the small building, the wind and smoke are flying all over the deep boat. Drunk, we cover our red leaves and search for fragrance, the branches are covered with snow..."
Qingqing thought of the fire phoenix painted on it on the day of the Eight Music Concert. Thinking of this, Qingqing couldn't help but smile vaguely - how on earth could she write "Long head full of snow"?
"What about sentences like this?"
It was obvious that he had been torn apart by different fires throughout his life, and was reborn again. Even the second son of the Nan family, who had drawn the Fire Phoenix with him, could not escape the fire of Li Rongshan at this moment.
Devouring fate.
"The branches are covered with snow, and the heads are covered with snow..." The last note fell, and Qingqing exhaled a long breath, as if she was trying her best to make the sound of the flute echo in Lirong Mountain for a moment longer, even if
It was a moment, or a second. When the breath finally returned to the silent waves of the sea, Qingqing couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Muxiao tightly in her arms, and cried loudly.
Master...Ziqin...did you hear it?
No one answered, even Dahai was tired of listening and put away the tide, unwilling to cry with Qingqing.
Until Qingqing couldn't even utter a wail and could only sob intermittently, Qingqing hugged the white jade flute tightly and stood up. "It's time." The world was a vast sea of fire, and Qingqing was alone, with no intention of being there.
Let's continue to live in this world.
"Master, even in the Underworld and by the Naihe Bridge, I must find the brothers and sisters of the Linghu family, and I must wait until you..." Qingqing thought of this and turned his back.
I heard my heels break the edge of the stone cliff, and several stones screamed and fell into the sea.
At such a high distance, even if there is soft sea water below, ordinary people cannot save a life.
Only last time, Master was by my side.
"Sister Lin..."
Hearing this life's small cry, Qingqing couldn't help but open her eyes. However, she saw that under the curtain shrouded in flames, for some reason, a broad, black palm stretched out.
"Sister... Yu please, let's get out of here..." An Yu raised her head, and the childish eyes on her face finally showed the look of a fifteen-year-old boy that Qingqing was familiar with. Fortunately, there was no trace of blood on her chest.
The fatal wound was bandaged roughly, and the blood from the re-rupture was leaving a long trace behind An Yu.
I don’t know how General An still made up his mind even after his wounds had been bandaged by people from West Lake. He climbed back to Lingdeng Cliff step by step with his palms. The black arm was stretched tightly to its longest point, with the fingertips
Keep pointing in the direction of Qingqing: "Sister, sister!"
Qingqing smiled. This time, it was a rare smile that came from the heart.
The white jade flute with purple light shimmered in Qingqing's arms. On the sea, it showed its rare color in the world without fear.
Qing Qing placed the wooden flute flatly just a few steps away from An Yu's palm. The white jade flute lay calmly, not moving at all.
Immediately, Qingqing quickly took a few steps back, turned his back to the sea, and jumped into the interplay of sea water and firelight.