The two horses were very fast. I don’t know when the two girls gradually ran away from the crowd and carved out a road that they had never walked before. They just let the horses run freely and ran all the way until the two horses were out of breath.
A thin layer of sweat oozed from his fur before he stopped in a deserted area.
An Ge loosened the reins of both horses and allowed them to nibble on the newly sprouted grass on the ground.
Qingqing was also tired and sat on the green grass in the dark. There was no faint light around. He took out the cold white jade flute from his arms and wondered why he had held it in his chest for so long.
There is no warmth at all.
In Qingqing's hand, the jade flute flickered and gave off a faint halo.
This was the white jade flute that was handed to him by An Yu's broad palm when he decided to leave with An Ge. General An held A'lou, and the two men had the same temptation in their eyes: the only way is to hand over the white jade flute to the order.
Only in the hands of descendants of the fox can the real tunes of "Fan Ya Ji" be played.
It's really strange. It's obviously just a wooden stick, why is it called "Jade Flute"? When Qing Qing was setting up Rongshan, he thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Later, when the head of Nanxiao fell under the palm of his master's aunt,
, and no one knows the answer to this.
The curly-haired horse was eating grass. Perhaps its lip was cut by a sharp blade of grass. It shook its head impatiently and tried to raise its neck. Who knows, by coincidence, that large piece of soil had
The piece had absorbed enough water and was much softer than its surroundings. It stopped at the feet of the curly-haired horse. When the horse raised its head, its hoofs were knocked out, and it almost fell to the ground.
When An Ge saw this, he didn't even stand up. He just rolled the reins around the horse's neck, raised his arms with all his strength, and pulled the beautiful curly horse up.
The horse was frightened, neighed, lowered its head, buried its huge head in An Ge's arms, and whimpered coquettishly, feeling aggrieved. Seeing An Shaoxia caressing the horse's curly mane,
Qingqing could not help but secretly marvel at the appearance:
An Ge's skills at this time, compared with those in the past, are already impressive and cannot be compared to the same level.
Just now, he drew his sword from General Shen's arms. He had no intention of being stopped halfway. He just thought about it and closed his eyes. General Shen and Brother Yu were both in trouble. Who knew that he drew the sword very quickly?
An Ge drew his sword faster - an almost unimaginable sword light flashed across his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was knocked to the ground.
"It's so amazing..." Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little sad when she looked at her frail appearance covered with scars.
"How did you do that?" An Ge didn't look back, but suddenly spoke.
When An Ge asked, Qingqing was stunned for a long time before he calmed down: "What can you do?"
"You don't have to look at the enemy's approach, even if it's behind you, you can know the opponent's next move..." When An Ge said this, Qingqing only said that she was surprised that she was hanging between the horses' backs.
Why did he grab her back with his backhand and lift her up? Ange didn't say anything, but he watched Qingqing's moves for a long time. Sometimes, the long sword and short blade were flying close in front of him, but he never saw Qingqing.
Qing was in a hurry to dodge, but it was as if he already knew in his heart when those strong winds were blowing. Knowing that he knew the last moment, he was not in a hurry, but he hid aside with ease.
"Just listen. If you are used to listening to the piano, you will be familiar with the sounds of all things in nature." Qingqing said to herself, thinking of the Baiyin Qin that exploded into ashes in Yiya Desert, and felt sad and uncomfortable in her heart.
An Ge then patted the horse's head, raised his head, took a clear look at Qing, and said meaningfully in his tone: "I hope that Young Master Linghu can use these skills where they should be used."
Qingqing smiled coldly: "Linghu Qingqing will never come up with a plan or plan for the head of West Lake in this life."
"What if you can't do it?"
"Then let me die covered in blood."
Upon hearing Qingqing's words, An Ge laughed out loud, stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and immediately hugged Qingqing on the horse. While holding the reins, he shook his head and said:
"The first thing that Young Master Linghu should think about now is how to survive!"
"That's right." An Ge was walking in front of Ma'er, but suddenly stopped, "General Xiao Hei...Have you ever told the young hero about his life experience?"
"Brother Yu grew up with General Kong, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." An Ge lowered his head in thought, and Qingqing realized that An Shaoxia's faint profile under the moonlight when his hair was disheveled was very similar to the outline of An Yu's profile. "Let's go back to 'Tiankeju'
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"What is that place?"
"It's Ruo Xian
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It is a place where students can recruit strange people, beautiful people and talented people from all over the world."
Later, Qingqing followed Ange on horseback and stepped into the gate of "Tiankeju" at dawn. Because he fell off Lingdeng Cliff first and suffered too long and heavy punishment in the water prison, Ange had no choice but to find
Some famous doctors in the world came to help Qing Qing take care of his injuries from time to time.
This cultivation lasts for three years.
According to the "famous doctor" whose eyebrows almost covered his eyes, his white beard hung down to his knees, and his waist was stooped like a giant tortoise, all twelve meridians in Qingqing's body had suffered irreversible damage.
Injury, even if it is not broken and left disabled, it is impossible to regain the good skills that everyone in the world is envious of.
Especially the veins connecting the fingers to the heart, if it were an ordinary person who had never practiced magic, both arms would have been disabled long ago.
I heard that this trembling old doctor had a close relationship with Li Zhiyu's father, doctor. Then I thought about it, if this old man saw Qingqing, he would think of the disease that Li Zhiyu himself couldn't cure now. In Qingqing,
Maybe he was talking nonsense in front of me. But sometimes when I hold the white jade flute in my hand and become familiar with the scales, the bones on the back of my hand do feel a faint pain.
Some people also say that this medical skill is so extraordinary that ordinary people cannot afford to hire a master from Xinglin. It was because of Miss Zhiyu's entrustment that he was willing to come to this "Tiankeju" to take a look.
Never mind him - no matter what, once you come here, you can make peace with it.
Qingqing thought like this and poured a large mouthful of thick black soup into his mouth. It was so bitter that his tongue was numb. If he wanted to save himself once, let's see how his medical skills compared with the Biting poison on the Yin Yang Sword.
Which one is more powerful? If this person really adds something shady to his daily soup, then he can compete with his own accumulated internal energy, which is not much left.
Anyway, he has died countless times. Now that the descendants of Linghu are separated from each other, even if he is unable to lift himself up one day, he has nothing to be afraid of.
On the contrary, I can live one day at a time, but I am quietly thinking about something that I have never mentioned to anyone -
Whether it was Mr. Ruo, General Shen or An Ge, every time they asked about their master's whereabouts, they all insisted that no one could escape the fire at Lirong Mountain. But coincidentally, no one could escape the fire with their own eyes before leaving Lirong Mountain. I have seen traces of Master.
If Ziqin was still here... Qingqing didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Even if I die, I will go back to Lirong Mountain to be with my master, uncles, brothers and sisters.
Qingqing made up his mind like this, which unexpectedly made An Ge breathe a sigh of relief. Among the many disciples under the Tianke sect, An Ge is the only one who has seen Qing Qing rather die than drink the antidote. , the person who almost jumped off the Ruixin Pagoda and forced Mr. Ruo to pour it down her throat.
It's her fate, An Ge sometimes thought. Even if someone drank the antidote to Biting poison, it would be a drop in the bucket and they would never be saved. Who would have thought that the master and apprentice of the Linghu family were so stubborn by nature? Despite all the heaven and earth, none of them fell to the Yin Yang Sword.
This is good, as it will prevent my husband from being restless every day.
For three whole years, Qingqing never took a step out of the "Tiankeju". She held the white jade flute in her arms every day, quietly adjusting the breath that was no longer clear in her chest. She just felt that it was rare for her to have a clean place, and every day I practice with the scores that I still remember in my mind, and it can be said that three years have not been wasted.
Occasionally, Qingqing heard a few whispers outside the wall:
"Where is the powerful person? The old people who surrendered in Nanlin and Beimo have already surrounded the leader and reached the sky in one step!"
"Ever since the leader released the water prison, she is the only one who locks herself in Tiankeju every day without even leaving the door..."
What Qingqing didn't know was that one day he was playing "Zhengpian·Duhun", which actually caused several young disciples who were passing by to sob and cry. Especially the line "Sit up and listen to the orioles' whispers, there is nowhere to go" "Crossing the Soul River" even caused several people to let go of their voices and cry loudly.
That night, even the big dog kept in the house across the wall kept barking in the middle of the night.
It wasn't until the first day of summer that Qingqing raised her head and looked at the square eaves of Tiankeju. She couldn't stand it any longer. The few willow branches that drifted in from time to time in the corners all sprouted new buds, and then she realized that, Early summer has arrived, and I haven't seen the outside world for three years.
I wanted to ask the young disciples who come and go every day to send a message to An Ge, but An Shaoxia seemed to be very busy, waiting here and there, but couldn't wait. How could Qingqing have such a disciplined and reasonable temper? Just in the dead of night, he jumped over the wall.
Qingqing never thought that if he met a disciple of Xihu, he would catch him
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What should I do now? On the contrary, I am a little more arrogant - I have suffered all ninety-nine punishments in West Lake, so what can those people do to me now?
It seems that because I went out too early, there are not many people on the jingling stone road. Occasionally, I walk past a few slow figures, all of them yawning, as if they are still reluctant to let go of the good dream last night. In the past three years, , things have changed and people have changed, and the West Lake has become unrecognizable except for the sparkling lake water and the streets and alleys.
But as if he still vaguely remembered something in his mind, Qingqing couldn't help but walk to the dock. The dock in the early morning was very lively: under the dim light, boatmen returning home, businessmen bargaining, waiting for their orders. There are fresh diners, big fish jumping in the baskets... But among the people walking in the streets, I have never seen a fortune teller, holding a yin and yang fish mask, holding a small bamboo cage in his arms, and seeing the clear sky Qing's face was shocked.
The separation between myself and my master was too hasty. After thinking about it for a long time, I always felt that it was just a dream.
When you wake up from the dream, you will find that the master is always beside you, standing in green clothes and playing the seven-stringed tung harp with his fingers.
Almost subconsciously, Qingqing concentrated on her ears, and there was a strange gust of wind behind her. It floated in the air for a brief moment, and then disappeared without any movement. Looking back, the few figures were still busy with each other.
No one noticed her at all.
Could it be that he was being targeted by the West Lake disciples? Qingqing said "hum", pretended not to hear anything, and continued walking forward in a swaggering manner.
"Here comes someone who is destined to meet you. Let's discuss the price and take him away if you like him!" There was a young man who was young and strong. When he yelled, he was even more energetic. With this shout, half of the people in the dock turned around and turned to this person.
Look in the direction of the shouting.
I saw five horses with different coat colors standing next to this young man. One of them was maroon, one was gray-brown, one was all white, and another one had several irregular spots on the middle of his forehead.
Those horses may have come from a foreign land. They have tall bodies that are rare in West Lake, and their muscles are all over the body. They shine proudly in the early morning sunlight, which is not very dazzling yet.
Only the last one stood alone behind the young man. His fur was stained with unknown sources and was dirty and knotted in patches. It was so skinny that even its ribs could be clearly seen. Perhaps it was because it was too thin.
The child’s eye sockets looked surprisingly big——
Those eyes were not distracted, but looked at the crowds of people coming and going around with a bit of fear.
"They are all purebred BMWs from the Northern Desert. Our prices are easy to negotiate. Dear guests, please take a look!" The young man yelled very hard and didn't stop for most of the day. However, some people passed by to take a look.
Noticing the extraordinary appearance of these horses, he came closer and asked:
"Hey! Tell the truth, young man - what are the origins of these horses?"
"Hey, sir, what do you mean by this!" The young man was suddenly asked, and seemed to be annoyed. He prolonged his tone exaggeratedly, "Our family has been doing this for generations! Never mind the horse's bag and spurs.
As long as we take a look at the winning horse, we will definitely identify it clearly and bring back some of the fastest thousand-mile horses!"
"Haha——" "So powerful?" After hearing him boasting like this, more and more people gathered around to watch the excitement, "You have taken a fancy to the good horses from Beimo, and the people from the Jimo family are really willing to give them to you."
you?"
"You didn't know this!" The young man jumped up on a square table proudly, crossed his legs, and assumed the posture of a storyteller, "The horse that our family likes may not necessarily be a pretty one.
He looks so clean. What a coincidence. How do those rough guys from the Northern Desert know anything about horses? Those horses that can truly travel thousands of miles in a day are hidden in dung carts and wild fields!"
"Oh——" A burst of exclamation came and went.
The young man narrowed his eyes proudly and clasped his fists around: "How about it, dear guests, is there anyone you like, so that we can discuss the price?"
Ever since the horse dealer shouted at the dock, Qingqing's eyes have never left the dirty horse at the end. She always feels that something looks familiar, she looks left and right, but she never dares to
Believe it or not, where in the world can there be such a coincidence?
He raised his feet to move away, but for some unknown reason, the dirty horse raised its front hooves with difficulty at this moment, and neighed across the sky. The onlookers just smiled, and no one took it seriously.
But Qingqing couldn't move forward at this time.
Carefully pushing aside the crowd, Qingqing pushed her way to the side of the dirty and thin horse, looked into its watery eyes, and whispered two words: