Shen Xuanming quickly raised his head and looked behind An Yu. He saw that the person shouting at the top of his voice was not the pale figure, but the woman in red shirt on the other side. Qingqing didn't know when, dragging the injured person
His body ran to the field. At this moment, the woman in red shirt was on Qingqing's body, her hands tightly holding Qingqing's small neck.
Qingqing was pinned down, and she had no strength to resist at all. Her hands were fluttering in the air, and she was breathing a little faintly.
"Quickly let go!" Xuan Ming didn't even think about it, he picked up his sword and ran towards him. Unexpectedly, just a few steps away, An Yu shook the silver bow in his hand, and two long arrows shot at him without any hesitation.
In the gap between the stone slabs in front.
The meaning was very clear: if he took another step forward, the silver arrow would shoot a hole in his body.
If it were any other opponent, Xuan Ming would definitely not dare to step forward easily. Facing a strong enemy, one can only outsmart him and never advance rashly. If he really wants to cross An Yu and get to Qing Qing at this moment, he must first break this gap.
The seemingly indestructible arrow formation was invincible. The strength of the woman in the red shirt continued to increase, and the expression on her face became fiercely distorted. Qingqing finally grabbed the neck of the woman opposite, and the two of them pinched each other and did not let go. Qingqing
Qing kicked his legs and suddenly lost all strength.
Seeing this scene, Xuan Ming was not leisurely thinking about countermeasures. While holding a flower with his long sword to protect himself, he was anxious to get past An Yu and rush back. As expected, General An didn't leave any room for him.
The moment Shen Xuanming raised his toes, the silver bow made two "buzzing" sounds, and two more silver-feathered arrows came flying towards him with murderous cold wind.
Xuan Ming just thought of resisting with his sword when he realized that the two silver arrows seemed to be coming much slower than before.
He couldn't help but think of the three consecutive arrows that almost took his life. For some reason, the last one fell to the ground silently. It didn't look like the owner of the arrow meant to spare his life, but more like
It was the end of a powerful crossbow that lacked strength, so naturally it couldn't fly.
Could it be that General An has no strength at this moment? Thinking of this, Xuan Ming couldn't help but feel a little calmer. Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, the sharp blade turned and emitted a cold light in the moonlight.
The strange thing is that before he could land another blow on the silver arrow, the two arrows actually fell down on their own. The arrows hit the ground and fell down with a "snap".
How could General Shen miss such a good opportunity? As soon as he saw the two silver feathers hanging weakly on the ground, unable to get up, he immediately passed An Yu and rushed to Qing Qing, grabbing those two silver feathers.
The woman in red shirt fell to the ground.
The bandage had long been torn away, and Qingqing's unscabbed wound was torn open, revealing a red and black color. The woman's nails were already embedded in the flesh of Qingqing's neck.
, several wounds were opened randomly, and the spots were all covered with finger marks.
Feeling that the heavy pressure on her body suddenly disappeared, Qingqing woke up as if from a dream. She quickly opened her eyes and gasped for air.
Alou in red saw that without Ruan Xian's voice, General An's skills were indeed not as good as before. He could no longer shoot even the most common straight arrows. And the figure with white bandages all over his body had just saved his life.
Ding Ran didn't dare to stop himself anymore, so he picked up the old ruan from the ground.
Ruan's head was broken due to the fall, and several strings were loosened.
Ah Lou held the Ruan shaft with his delicate white fingers, turned the shaft to pluck the strings, and the pick hit the strings, and a burst of touching notes fell. Unexpectedly, another gust of breeze hit him behind him, and he still seemed to want to stop it.
As if he was playing some kind of tune, Alou couldn't bear it anymore, turned around, stretched out his hand, and shouted angrily:
"Are you looking for death?"
The moment he turned around, his outstretched arm was firmly clasped by another huge and steady force, and Qingqing's bandaged palms covered the four strings of Ruan's body.
Qingqing ignored the wounds on her face that were stained with pus and blood, and pulled off all the dirty bandages on her face with one hand.
An Yu stood quietly, and the silver bow in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. It seemed that General Xiao Hei took a long time to understand who the person in front of him was. As if waking up from a big dream, An Yu suddenly turned around
God, looked around, struggled to recognize where a few people were, finally his eyes were wet, clear tears streaked across his dark skin, and he ran towards Qingqing, trembling all over.
Qingqing was hugged by Yu'er from behind, then turned around, stretched out her hand and landed on General An's blood-spattered chin and skirt, and said softly: "As promised at the beginning, as long as you light the fireworks, the Linghu family's
No matter where you are, people will come to you—sister, didn’t you lie to me?”
An Yu nodded vigorously and held Qingqing in her arms with her rough hands. Then she stopped sobbing, carefully brushed off the blood on her sister's face, and said with sobs: "Let's
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Hurry, go quickly... Tianke's people will definitely be chasing you soon, it's not safe here..."
"I know a safer place to go. Follow me quickly!" Without saying a word, Shen Xuanming picked up Qing Qing and rushed out the door. An Yu picked up A Lou from behind and followed him out. Who was it?
Zhi Gang stood in front of the door and before he even got on his horse, he saw the dust on the road in the distance, which was filled with the sound of horses' hooves.
In the blink of an eye, all the people and horses gathered at the entrance of the small Sangju Villa.
Taking a closer look, everyone was wearing black clothes and black robes. At a glance, he knew that they were the disciples of various sects in Miyu Lake. There were also a few generals in silver armor who were left. When they saw Shen
The general and General An were both here. They quietly released their hands on the hilts of their swords and waited quietly for the leader to speak first.
The brown curly horse at the front, with muscles on its legs bulging one by one, was standing at the front of the crowd, panting. The leader immediately took off his cloak, and his long eyelashes flashed in the night.
In a flash, it turned out to be a young woman with a delicate appearance.
Qingqing took a closer look, and it turned out that An Ge's braided hair was missing, and his waist-length black hair was hanging down. If you didn't look closely, you would almost not be able to recognize it. When An Ge looked up, he felt a little more mature, and there was a hint of maturity in his voice.
With his inner strength in his mouth, he said in a deep voice:
"Today, the world has long been dominated by the West Lake Wen family. Where else do the two generals want to take the traitors?"
There was naturally no room for mercy in these words. The two generals couldn't help but take a step back and leaned on the belly of the horse behind them: if they wanted to make a move, they would put the two women on the horse's back and jump on their own.
Take action, use the long sword and silver bow to kill him.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing looked at An Ge's stern expression, and then at An Yu's concentrated expression, sighed, and whispered: "Yu'er, give them the white jade flute." An Yu was shocked and felt
The white jade flute in her arms was covered with heat, and she opened her mouth wide, unable to say a word.
"The white jade flute is a relic left by Master Zishu to Master Zishu. I am a descendant of Linghu, so there is no reason to give away the relics of my ancestor... But the grievances between the Linghu family and various sects cannot hurt other people.
People." Speaking of this, Qingqing shook his head secretly, "There are many people in the world who have heard the music scores in "Fan Ya Ji", but they just don't know it after listening to it. This broken wooden stick is here, as for Huangquan Road
,Qilang and the others must be impatient with waiting..."
Calling the master's name secretly in his heart, Qingqing closed his eyes, and with a backhand, he pulled out the long sword from Shen Xuanming's waist. Before the people around him could react, the sword flashed and wiped it towards his neck.
past.
Amidst everyone's exclamations, there was only a "snap" sound. Ange unsheathed his sword and threw it with all his strength, causing the two long swords to fall to the ground together.
"No!" After the sword blade penetrated deeply into the gap in the stone road, Xuan Ming realized what had happened, and quickly exclaimed, hugging Qingqing tighter in his arms, "If Linghu takes it seriously
You are the only one left, and the generals and others want to protect you, how can you easily commit suicide?"
Seeing Xuan Ming's determination to die, Qingqing felt even more guilty and slowly shook her head.
"General Shen misunderstood." An Ge smiled softly on the horse, "If Young Master Linghu likes the white jade flute, he can take it with him. If he continues to give it to General An, that's not impossible."
Hearing this, the four people all turned their heads in surprise, as if they couldn't understand what An Ge was talking about.
"Sir, there is only one condition - Linghu Qingqing must come back with us alive."
Qingqing's eyes flashed: "If you really want to kill me, don't be embarrassed."
An Ge still smiled, showing the gentle look unique to a young girl: "It seems that Young Hero Linghu still doesn't understand. The terms of the master and the master are very simple. As long as the young hero comes back with us, the master will
In the Amnesty Water Prison, no one will be beheaded tomorrow. Other than that, what happened to General Shen and General An tonight will be treated as if nothing happened."
After the girl finished speaking, Xuan Ming and An Yu looked at each other - once you believe something, you will be in trouble.
Qingqing turned around and met Xuan Ming's eyes: "Then I'll go." Seeing Xuan Ming's surprised look, Qingqing just smiled, glanced in An Ge's direction, and whispered: "It's okay, An Ge.
I won’t lie to anyone.”
Xuan Ming was still worried and refused to put Qingqing down from his arms. Qingqing held on and almost ran out of strength, so she had to rest her chin on General Shen's shoulder, leaned into his ear, and said slowly
: "Didn't the general just advise me not to commit suicide easily? In fact, ever since I was stabbed by Mr. Ruo with Biting poison when I was fifteen years old, I already knew how to live every day as if it were the last...
...If I could pick one up today,
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That's all. Even if West Lake really can't tolerate the people of the Linghu family at this moment, where can we escape to if we are running around at this moment?"
Xuan Ming's arms trembled slightly, and he couldn't think of a better way, but he still felt uneasy, so he handed Qingqing back to the hands of the cold-blooded and ruthless Mr. Tianke.
"Furthermore, what if Qing Qing lives quietly and there is another war in the future to avenge the sect that was cut off today? When that day comes, the general will really not regret saving Qing Qing today?"
Xuan Ming's eyes widened for a moment, as if there was a voice in his heart, which suddenly penetrated the last line of defense of his armor. He couldn't help but lower his head, clenched his fists, and murmured the words in his heart: "This man is so tall.
To serve the country, why should we be buried in this world..."
This is what every general in Miyu Lake must say at the doorstep before going to the battlefield. Like a long-silent call, Shen Xuanming suddenly remembered that he had always
, they should all belong to the generals of Miyu West Lake first. Seeing Xuan Ming's appearance, Qing Qing was already shaken, so he smiled slightly and said:
"I can't walk, put me on the horse."
Xuan Ming did not refuse this time. He just stared at her unrecognizable face that was stained with blood for a long time. Her hazy tearful eyes shone with an elusive light. Then she whispered: "Be careful. If it happens again,
If you encounter danger, just come to the general."
Qing Qing nodded and lay down on the horse with great effort. The horse was very spiritual and walked towards the direction of the large group of West Lake people without any urging.
Lying on the horse, Qingqing's head was still dizzy and uncomfortable. His face looked groggy, and his upper and lower eyelids were constantly fighting. Maybe he was weak, and the horse was used to walking on rough roads.
The stone road was not stable. Qingqing swayed on his horse, his hands took off the reins, and he was about to fall off the horse.
An Ge was riding a horse nearby, and with quick eyes and quick hands, he caught her body.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing suddenly opened his eyes as soon as An Ge came close to her body. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the fair and tender neck of the girl opposite him without hesitation. Who knew that An Ge also reacted surprisingly quickly, just like that
Leaning forward in the air, he could turn his backhand half a circle in the air and block Qingqing's right hand to one side.
Then he grabbed her right arm and exerted force. Qingqing immediately felt a heartbreaking pain crawling up her arm.
Several guards looked at it and felt that this "living dead" who was covered with bandages and beaten half to death, how could he be the opponent of Mi Yu Tianke's disciple? Therefore, they did not draw their swords and kept silent.
Following behind the two of them, there was even a bit more snickering at the excitement.
As most of Qingqing's body was about to be pulled off the horse by An Ge, Qingqing had no intention of begging for mercy. Instead, he kicked off his left foot and completely lifted himself off the horse.
Immediately afterwards, I saw Qingqing hanging the reins with her right foot, facing up, and pinched An Ge's neck from behind with her backhand. An Ge never expected that she could be hung between the two horses from top to bottom.
Without warning, I felt the flesh on my neck being tightly grasped, and then my body jumped into the air and fell off the horse.
Qingqing retracted her right foot, which was hanging on the reins, and landed smoothly back on the horse's back.
But before he let go of the hand holding Ange's neck, he grabbed the reins with his other hand and pulled hard——
Everyone saw the good horse neighing loudly, raising its front hooves, and half of its body leaping up. With such power, Qingqing took the opportunity to use his other hand to pinch An Shaoxia's wrist.
He pulled her onto his horse's back by his neck.
Until An Ge saw that he was about to hit the horse, he quickly took a breath and landed smoothly behind Qing Qing. The pain on his neck was burning, it must have been scratched by Qing Qing.
An Ge knew that it was Qing Qing who pulled him up, otherwise he would have to be thrown into the dirt in front of all the followers. But he still refused to give in, sitting behind Qing Qing, taking advantage of the situation, stretched out his arms and held him
Qingqing’s neck:
"Want to rebel?"
"Obviously it was Qing Qing who brought the young hero back, but the young hero actually accused me of rebelling?"
"I advise you not to." An Ge tipped his toes, flew sideways in the air, pulled the reins, and jumped back onto the back of the original horse. Then he raised his hands and saw the reins of Qingqing's horse.
I don't know when I was grabbed by An Ge. The two horses were in pain together and ran wildly under the night.
Qingqing turned to look at An Ge's side face. Under the faint moonlight, her black hair was like ink, blowing in front of the girl's eyes. Even where it was blown by the wind, there were indispensable bits of beautiful flowers shining on the water and flowing in the wind.
The temperament of returning to snow.
But among the distant mountains, the figure of the lively girl from the past could not be found for a moment.