With Qingqing's natural temperament of "taking over the world with reason and occupying three points with unreason", how could he suffer the loss of being dumb? Without even looking at who the person was, he turned around and shouted back:
"You might as well ask, who made the move first?"
After finishing his sentence, he saw An Ge's eyebrows raised, his eyes wide open angrily, and several young disciples rushing over behind him. Before Qing Qing could swallow his words, he regretted speaking. The man next to him
With a "crash", he threw the remaining half of the door latch board on the ground, ran a few steps, and "plopped" on the ground in the direction An Ge was walking:
"An Shaoxia, I have been waiting for three years for this moment of revenge. You have to make the decision for me..."
Talking about the back, the strong man as big as a hill was crying so hard that he burst into tears. The tears on his face were flowing down like a stream. An Ge looked at the man with the axe, and then at Qing Qing.
He probably guessed what was going on, so he turned to the man and asked:
"Did you move first?"
"……yes."
"Sir, sir, you have been living in Tianke residence for many years. How come you don't know the rules of Tianke residence? If you don't get along with each other or get into fights, your magic weapons will be confiscated and you will be expelled from Tianke residence. Don't you understand this?"
"I understand, little one..." The man hunched his back, holding his hands on the ground, letting his tears fall on the clear stone road that could illuminate people's figures, and kept mumbling, "Youngster, I want to
Well, anyway, now that I have no brothers and am alone, I have nothing to be afraid of... As long as I kill the Linghu demon girl, even if my husband wants me to pay for it with my life, I will be willing to do so!"
After saying that, he banged his head hard on the ground, and his forehead was covered with bruises and blood.
Earlier on the top of the Seven Stars Palace, Qingqing caused one of the twin brothers to be disemboweled and lost his life in public. An Ge also knew it clearly in his heart. Now he saw the big man crying in front of him, and he burst into tears.
I couldn't make up my mind. Suddenly I remembered that I was outside the gate of Tiangu Residence at this moment.
Only then did he realize something. He raised his eyes, looked at Qing Qing and asked, "Qing Qing, who allowed you to go out?"
"What do you mean by 'who allows me to go out'?" When Qingqing heard this, he was eager to fight for victory. He snorted coldly, held the white jade flute in his hand and crossed his chest, "When did you Tian Keju say that?"
But, you are not allowed to leave this gate? Why do you still blame me when I walked out of the gate by myself?"
At this question, An Ge was choked on the spot and suddenly didn't know how to argue. Qingqing's words were very reasonable. He or Mr. Ruo did not say that Qingqing was not allowed to leave Tiankeju.
.But Linghu Qingqing is clearly a prisoner who was escorted here after the defeat at Lirong Mountain. She has not left this "Tiankeju" for three whole years. When did she have the freedom to come and go?
An Ge originally thought that this barbarian with a wooden flute had been recovering from his illness for three years and would not cause any big trouble. Who knows that today, he has no sense of being under someone else's roof. If it were any other person under house arrest, he wouldn't have
Everyone is vying to cause less trouble, and even if it doesn't work, they will swallow their anger and remain anonymous. How can there be such a reason that they are eager to cause some trouble?
After a moment of silence, An Ge calmed down, made up his mind, and said: "Today, two people were fighting outside the door because of personal grudges, and even broke a door bolt of Tiankeju. I should have confiscated your magic weapons and expelled them.
Living in heaven is the way to go..." When the man kneeling on the ground heard what An Ge said, he suddenly raised his head, said "Wow" and looked up to the sky, crying loudly: "Young hero... please give me a way to live.
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An Ge ignored him and wiped his tears. He just coughed twice, cleared his throat, and continued: "It's just that between the two of you today, one lost control of his emotions in grief, and the other didn't know where Tian Keju was.
The rules are all excusable. I will exempt you from the punishment of being kicked out of the Tiangu residence. I will confiscate your two magic weapons for the time being. If there is no more trouble in a few days, we will make plans."
After saying that, Ange stretched out his slender fingers and spread them out in front of the man with the axe.
After listening to An Ge's words, the strong man understood in his heart that he had been greatly forgiven for damaging the gate of Tiankeju and almost killing someone. So he said nothing more and wiped his arm.
He lay down on the ground obediently and picked up the broken ax fragments from the cracks in the stone slabs and the ax handle weighing several dozen kilograms without falling to the ground. Sobbing slightly, he handed it back to An Ge.
An Ge nodded, his stern expression softened a bit, and turned to look at Qing Qing: "Where's yours?"
With a tilted head and a smile, Qingqing held one end of the wooden flute and handed the other end over.
Seeing that Qingqing did not continue to make trouble unreasonably, An Ge felt...
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He breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to take the wooden flute. Unexpectedly, the moment his fingers touched the body of the flute, before he could react, he felt that his palm was stung by some small needle. Before he could stop,
Then he shouted "Ah" and quickly jumped away from the wooden flute.
There was a burning pain in the palm of his hand. Ange spread his hand and saw a black mark that looked like a burn, breaking through the flesh of his palm. When he looked up again, Qingqing still had that tilted smile.
With a fascinated look on his face, he held the wooden flute in his hand and paused in the air.
After a stalemate for a while, seeing that An Ge still didn't dare to take away the wooden flute, Qingqing frowned coldly, with a little fierce light in his eyes:
"Teach me a lesson!"
After saying that, he raised his head, put the wooden flute back on his waist, took the horse, turned around and left.
When there was silence behind her, it seemed that no one dared to step forward to stop her, or perhaps no one wanted to argue with herself, Qingqing sighed and stopped. The "thumping thumping" of her heartbeat could still be heard clearly, Qingqing's fingertips
Trembling slightly, he had to grasp the reins of the golden horse with all his strength before he could stand upright.
This is the first time that I have hurt someone for no reason.
Whether you go up the mountain or go down the mountain, you owe a lot of lives in the rivers and lakes. But when Qingqing stabbed the wooden flute, he never blinked or hesitated for a moment - even when he stabbed the string sword in Lingdeng Cliff
Headmaster Wen's throat opened and his pupils widened, witnessing how the sharp sword tip cut through Wen Xian's blood.
Injuring countless people, perhaps this is what Qing Qing has long recognized. From the moment when everyone besieged Wuming Valley in the first year of Huachu, he was destined to soak his hands in sword light and residual blood. Everyone who wanted to
Seizing the master's relics, snatching the "Fan Ya Ji" from the master's hands, or standing in front of the master holding the sect's rules and ancestral instructions, Qingqing has become accustomed to the "Thousand Miles of Clouds" style to open up in front of him——
The purple light of the wooden flute flashes, either you die or I live.
But it seems to be different today. An Ge started a fight between the two of them, and even pulled the ax man back from the Lord of Hell. Thinking about it carefully, An Shaoxia still helped him once, intentionally or unintentionally.
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After all, if someone really gets killed, I'm afraid Mr. Ruo won't be able to protect himself even if he comes forward.
Moreover, An Shaoxia had clearly seen how the other person with the twin ax was disemboweled by him, but he still protected himself in front of everyone this time. After all, relying on "Linghu Demon Queen" and "Fighting"
"Really" these two words were enough to be driven out onto the street penniless. Thinking of this, Qingqing's heart trembled faintly, and she couldn't tell whether it was the fear she had just felt that had not disappeared or the slightest trace of regret.
meaning.
On the other end of the wooden flute, there is "vine poison ointment" from the deep mountains of Lirong. Although this kind of poison is not as good as the "Biting poison" in West Lake, which tortures people until they can neither survive nor die, but
When used to hurt people, its power cannot be underestimated.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing failed to master the knowledge of medicinal plants after all. He was not as good as Qichuan. Every time he opened the lid in the wind and flicked his wrist, he could grasp the dosage tightly and accurately. He couldn't do it, but he was just...
While the big man was crying incessantly and no one was paying attention, he smeared the size of a fingernail with his hand, and it almost burned through Ange's palm.
Perhaps, he is really about to become what people in the world say, a "wooden flute wild man" who is unreasonable, repays kindness with hatred, kills like a fool, and is a monster.
Just as she was thinking secretly, Qingqing suddenly raised her head and opened her eyes wide. She had been distracted for too long, but when she came back to her senses, she realized that there were light footsteps following her behind her for a long time, and she had almost reached her residence.
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Who is it? Qingqing thought of the mysterious figure coming from the dock at dawn.
As soon as he stopped, the man reacted very quickly and immediately stood back, motionless. Qingqing started walking again, and the man followed step by step. Every time he stepped on the stone road, he landed with Qingqing.
Time makes no difference.
Jinma didn't seem to notice that a tense atmosphere was spreading behind him. He just didn't understand why Qingqing's mood suddenly dropped, so he rubbed his body against Qingqing's clothes and stuck out his tongue from time to time.
Licking Qingqing's rough hand. Seeing that she had reached the door of her residence, Qingqing stopped helplessly and turned around——
The man behind him also took off his black robe and hat, revealing a face with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.
When he looked at this person's face, Qingqing couldn't help but feel the hairs standing up under his clothes. He felt that the more he looked at him, the more terrifying he felt in his heart. The Tianke disciple in front of him was wearing the same clothes as An Ge and the others.
Black robe, that face, forehead and chin protruding strangely.
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The bridge of his nose is sunken in his face, and when he smiles, the flesh on his face piles up into small lumps.
In addition, this man's raised forehead also had a fiery red scar.
Although he didn't know which disciple of Tianke's sect this was, Qingqing didn't want to get too entangled with this person, so he went straight to the point: "Today at the dock, thank you so much, young hero, for redeeming this wooden flute for Qingqing." Who.
When this man opened his mouth, he said with a hoarse voice and no politeness at all: "How are you going to thank me, Young Master Linghu?"
Hearing what he said, Qingqing was caught off guard and froze for a moment. In desperation, he had no choice but to loosen the reins impatiently, stepped forward and said: "Qingqing lives under a fence and doesn't have a penny on his body. If there is anything I can do,
It’s okay for you, young hero, to do whatever you want to do.”
Seeing Qing Qing's tone relax, the man narrowed his eyes and laughed.
He stepped forward, raised his hands, clasped his fists and bowed slightly, saying: "My surname is Ren Siyuan. Although the manner is unique today, I am really honored to meet Young Master Linghu." Qing Qing did not dare to lose etiquette, so she also bowed and clasped her fists.
He returned the gift and heard Ren Siyuan continue:
"I'm going to help young hero redeem the wooden flute today. It's not for anything else. I just have a question that I want to ask young hero Linghu for advice."
"But there's no harm in talking."
"Young hero has been living in Tiangu's residence for three years and has been recuperating for a long time. Even if he is seriously injured and his skills cannot be restored to the original state, with the skills that young hero has accumulated in the past, it should not be a problem to break out of the high wall of Tiangu's residence at night.
Why did the young hero rarely go out today, but he did not escape from the boundary of the West Lake, but instead took the horse back by himself? "
"I thought it was something important." Qingqing exhaled and shook his head with a half-smile, "The reason for this is not hard to imagine. At that time, Qingqing came back with An Shaoxia because he didn't want to involve Xuan Ming.
Generals An and Yu - because of their loyalty to save me, they are accused of being traitors and traitors. If Qing Qing escapes now, wouldn't he trap these two generals in an unkind and unjust place?"
"Okay!" Hearing this, the man laughed loudly and struck loudly with both palms in the air, "Young Hero Linghu was still able to risk his own life despite the danger with the sword hanging above his head. He is really a loyal man.
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Before the man could finish his words, Qingqing opened his mouth slightly in surprise. After reacting for a while, he finally said: "Young Master An is so complimentary - first of all, Young Master An treats me well, and there is no sword hanging above my head.
secondly, Qingqing was intercepted at the gate of Sangju Village and had to be escorted back. It cannot be said that he was "desperate for his own life". In addition, among the Jianghu people, I am just a barbarian with a wooden flute. I don't know what it means.
'Speak of loyalty.'"
"One more thing." Qingqing said this and swallowed, "As a girl, Qingqing is not a 'hero'!"
"Haha" several times, Ren Siyuan looked up to the sky and laughed: "What about the status of a daughter, can't she be called a hero?" Seeing Qingqing stunned on the spot, Siyuan continued: "Siyuan played the white jade flute for the young knight today.
The purpose of the redemption is to give it a try - to test the character of the young hero. It turned out that my bet was right. Everyone in the world just follows what others say. How could I know that the descendant of the Linghu family is a well-deserved hero of loyalty!"
"To be honest, the reason why Siyuan trusted the young knight today is because there is something I need to ask of you."
Hearing that he had taken such a long detour and was finally about to tell the truth, Qingqing hurriedly said impatiently: "Young Master Ren, please tell me!"
Unexpectedly, seeing Qingqing's anxious look, Siyuan seemed to be deliberately trying to whet Qingqing's appetite - he walked slowly into Qingqing's residence without anyone's guidance. He saw that the pillows and quilts on the couch were in a mess.
Without hesitation, he sat down on it, leaning forward and crossing his legs.
Qingqing gave him a sharp look, but took out a cup that had not been used for more than three years, poured a cup of warm water and handed it over.
"Why is there no tea?"
When Siyuan asked, Qingqing finally couldn't help but roll her eyes and said coldly: "Does Qingqing still want to steal a few pieces of tea?"
I am just a "traitor and demon" who is under house arrest in Tiankeju. I am used to seeing the faces of the West Lake disciples every day. I am thankful to have water to drink every day and medicine to survive. How can I dare to ask for tea?
"It's a pity, it's a pity." Ren Siyuan shook his head and chanted in his mouth, "The mountain is not high, if there is an immortal, it will be famous; if the water is not deep, there will be a dragon." Although the young hero lives in a humble house, his own moral character is fragrant. Such a humble house,
What's so shameful?"
"Please tell me, Young Master Ren, what exactly can you do for me?"
"It's not difficult, it's just a matter of effort, Young Hero Linghu." Ren Siyuan laughed, his eyes narrowed into his forehead and cheekbones, as if there was only a crack left, "Siyuan would like to ask Young Hero to kill a few people."