Chapter 121: The Prosperity of the Dragon and the Phoenix
Walking through the narrow alleys bordering Miyu Lake, Qingqing didn't know why, but she could hear every heavy breath she took clearly. There was a lot of water vapor in the West Lake, and every time she took a long breath, she felt like there was something in the air.
It condensed beside him, making him even more out of breath. Ren Siyuan was walking beside him, his steps were brisk and he didn't say a word. Qingqing didn't want to get too close, but she didn't dare to stay too far away from him, she just felt
My feet were wet, so I had to stand on tiptoes and move forward cautiously.
The surroundings were extremely quiet, and Qingqing could clearly hear even the guard dog turning over in front of someone's door. Just as Siyuan turned the corner, a sudden burst of noise came.
At this time, the two of them were still far away from their destination, but Qingqing could already hear a lot of people standing and making noises. Overlaying the human voices, there was also the lively sound of music and dancing. Qingqing had been away from the mountain for a long time, but he also
The first time I heard the celebration of this happy day, I couldn't help but frown: I'm afraid this is what the ancients called "vomiting and mocking".
Ren Siyuan didn't stop at all, and he announced his name at the door and handed over a gift. Following him, Qingqing couldn't help but pull the black robe on his body. After spending half his life, he was reduced to wearing Mi Yu.
The state of the black robe? If he really died today, he would tear the black robe on his body to pieces and wear green clothes to see the master. Thinking of this, Qingqing couldn't help but sigh: I only hope that in the future, no one of the master's classmates will be killed.
I will be satisfied if I expel myself from the school.
After sitting down, Qingqing quietly put down the hat of his black robe and looked around. He saw that everything was red with lights and colorful decorations. He didn't know whose family was celebrating the happy event. The waiter shuttled among the cups, tables and chairs, placing things
Everything is in pairs: the left and right pillars have a red word "囍" affixed to them; candles protect the fire, standing side by side; and a pair of crudely painted birds are also intricately painted on everyone's teacups.
Qingqing picked up the porcelain cup in front of him and felt that the painting was rough and far inferior to the paintings left by his aunt on the mountain. He had to shake his head in annoyance and threw the cup and lid back on the table.
On the other hand, Ren Siyuan looked at it with interest: He never imagined that before the blood spread, the young people of the Linghu family were still so leisurely playing with cups.
After being alone and depressed for a while, Qingqing seemed to remember the purpose of this trip that Siyuan told her, so she raised her head and looked around, moved closer to the black robe beside her and asked, "Who are the people sitting here?"
"Today, the head of the family has congratulated me on my marriage, so all the guests who came here are naturally congratulatory guests."
Qing Qing didn't understand the meaning of "marriage granted by the head" for a while. He only said that the head Wen was killed by the sword, so naturally Wen Li took over the position of the young head. Could it be that today is Wen Li's happy day? Qing Qing
Thinking of this, Qing couldn't help but tighten his hand on the wooden flute: "The blood feud between my Linghu family and the other four weapons is not over yet. Is the head of the West Lake in the mood to marry a wife and take concubines?!"
Perhaps he didn't notice it, so Qingqing gritted his teeth and asked, "Are all the people here from West Lake?"
"Then it depends on whether you count yourself." Siyuan's narrow eyes cast a meaningful glance at Qingqing, "I heard that this general can be regarded as a rising star in West Lake. Otherwise, how can these people who don't know each other know each other?
Is there such a big array of noodles?”
Not sure if he heard the second half of the sentence, Qingqing nodded secretly and said silently in his heart:
"Everyone who enters this door today must be killed."
"Be careful now, there is someone behind me." Hearing Siyuan suddenly speak, Qingqing quickly looked behind him. Unexpectedly, Siyuan raised his hand and pressed her arm, whispering, "Don't
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It’s not good to make public statements and alert others.”
Hearing this, Qingqing sat down again, raised his sleeves to cover the teacup, drank the tea and tea leaves in one gulp, as if drinking wine. The moment he raised his head, he narrowed his eyes and looked behind Siyuan. Only one person was seen.
His beard is gray and his face is full of wrinkles. He is holding his fists and laughing at someone, talking non-stop.
Qingqing slowly put down her lamp, and kept replaying the appearance of the person she glanced at in her mind. As she thought about it, she actually shuddered slightly, turned to Ren Siyuan and asked: "You won't want... today?"
Siyuan raised his index finger to his mouth, and then made a hand gesture across his neck.
The man behind him didn't seem to be aware of it, and he was still bowing to the guests from all directions. Qing Qing held the porcelain cup in his hand, lowered his head and thought. This man was very unfamiliar, and he must have never seen it before. However, Qing Qing
However, Qing couldn't help but think of the way Master Nan Xiao looked up to the sky and laughed when he was alive: now this elderly gray-haired man also exudes a faint aura of Nanlin.
That's fine, Qing Qing gritted his teeth. Even if Ren Siyuan and Ren Shaoxia didn't bring him here today, if he saw this person in the future, he might not be able to survive.
"This man's surname is Qi Minglian. It is said in the world that he has mastered the art of dual spears since he was a child. Now that he is getting older, he has practiced eighteen kinds of martial arts and is proficient in them all." Seeing that Qing Qing was lost in thought, Xu Shi saw that Qing Qing was lost in thought, so Ren Siyuan came over and said,
Quan Zuo said in her ear as if he was chatting, "In terms of qualifications, this Qi Daxia and the heads of the four sects can be regarded as the senior generation. In terms of ability, even if it is not as good as the previous heads, it is better than Nanlin
The Chen family and the Jiang family are more than enough."
Seeing the endless flow of people coming and going, Qingqing thought to himself, no wonder the visitors, whether they knew each other or not, all wanted to get close to this great hero Qi. After thinking about it, he wondered again: "This general
With such a famous ability, why would the young hero want to take his life?"
Ren Siyuan glanced at her, smiled and said nothing. For a moment, he just turned his head and said softly: "I am taking you out today, so I can say whatever you want. If you follow Mr. Ruo in the future, you can't ask these inappropriate questions.
of."
Although he liked to talk, Qingqing turned his head when he heard this. Anyway, no one in the West Lake in Nanlin could leave alive. Thinking of this, Qingqing felt as if his whole body was electrocuted, and he was suddenly shocked.
Anyway, I have hurt people for no reason!
Uncontrollably, Qingqing felt that her breathing was getting heavier and heavier. As she vomited and sank, what was poured into her throat was full of water vapor from the West Lake. And she had been recovering from illness for three years, but she had never realized that she was
She longed for the taste of blood. When she mentioned the sight of blood, Qingqing felt that her throat was dry, as if a big hand had tightly grasped her throat, and she was so uncomfortable that she could not speak.
Even though Qingqing had seen with her own eyes the tragic situation of the corpses of her master and sister when she was six years old, it was only today that Qingqing truly understood the taste of the word "hatred".
Before Qingqing could recover from her thoughts, she heard the sound of tea being poured out, followed by a loud and angry voice: "Who do you think you are? You should teach your seniors a lesson!"
Just listening to the angry shouts, it was obvious that the man's words were calm and deafening. He really had a lot of inner strength and no trace of it. Qingqing looked back following the sound, and it turned out that it was the Qi Daxia just now, who had already restrained himself for some reason.
Instead of looking at his smiling and kind expression, he held a wine cup in his hand and stared at the thin young man in front of him with eyes wide open.
The young man did not fall behind at all. He blushed and shouted with all his strength: "Thank you for knowing that you are a senior! The head of West Lake is ungrateful.
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You have just destroyed Dongshan and come to Pingnanlin, how come you have no sense of shame!" Compared to what Hero Qi said just now, the young man was not strong enough, and his momentum was obviously much weaker.
With a sound of "Bah", the young man spat out and rushed towards Qi Lian. However, the two of them were too close to each other. Qi Lian, the hero Qi, looked at the yellow-haired boy opposite him and couldn't even speak. He was thinking in his heart
I wasn't on guard, but I didn't want the spit to fly directly into my face in front of everyone.
"My Qi family has been favored by Master Nan for generations. The Master thought of your hard work and merit, so he gave you the title of "Hero Qitian". But now, the bones of Master Nan are not cold yet, the revenge of Dongshan has not been avenged, and the West Lake has risen again.
It’s really a joke that Xia is here to greet and send off General Xihu!”
After the young man finished speaking, he looked up to the sky and laughed. Before he could even laugh a few times, he was pushed to the ground by a group of people. A ball of cotton or something was stuffed into his mouth, and he couldn't say a word.
Seeing this scene, Qing Qing unconsciously glanced at Siyuan: "Is it possible that Ren Shaoxia also disliked this Qitian hero, so he wanted to kill him for fun? It's just that this person is a guest in heaven, and he lives with Nan.
He has nothing to do with Lin, so why shouldn’t he tolerate his betrayal of the Lord and seeking glory in the forest?"
Before Qingqing could think about it, he suddenly heard something rustling on the other side of the hall. The guests in the hall were noisily watching the excitement, and no one noticed anything was wrong in the corner. Qingqing hurriedly pulled Ren Siyuan.
Sleeves, whispered:
"not good!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard an arrow whistling, with silver light, hitting Hero Qi's chest in the blink of an eye!
Many changes suddenly occurred in a hurry. Everyone present seemed stunned for a moment, and then they rushed towards the door screaming. Today, on someone's big day in Japan, the Qi family had a conflict in the hall.
This was something unheard of. In just a few moments, the Nanlin hero was killed by an arrow, which shocked the dignitaries coming and going and fled in panic. Ren Siyuan took Qing Qing's hand, pushed aside the crowd, and the two of them ran towards the place where Qi Lian was hit by the arrow.
at.
Qingqing was suddenly startled and let go of Siyuan's hand——
At the tail of the arrow, a cluster of silver feathers was shining with a cold light.
Ren Siyuan checked Qi Lian's breath alone and shook his head silently. Qingqing stood up and looked back at the place where the arrow was fired. Sure enough, no one was there. Regardless of Siyuan staying where he was, Qingqing rushed towards the place where the arrow was fired.
past.
If anyone blocked him on the way, Qingqing wouldn't even look at him. He would raise his hand and hit the wooden flute on the lid of the human and heaven spirits - they were all visitors from the West Lake anyway, so it wouldn't be a pity to lose one person's life.
Amidst the noise, Qingqing didn't seem to hear it, and the white jade flute in her hand made a mournful cry.
Follow the direction to the place where the silver feather arrow was shot. After Qingqing looked around the pillar, there was indeed a small door, which seemed to lead to the kitchen. Qingqing rushed inside without saying a word, all the way
Overturning the pots and pans, there was another burst of panic. Just as he was about to run out of the door, for some reason, he came back again.
The waiters in the kitchen were so frightened by Qing Qing's attitude that they ran away, but at this moment, there was still a trace of breathing sound around them.
Qingqing looked at the mess on the ground and turned around. Hearing a "bang", a beautifully painted bone china mandarin duck bowl fell to the ground and spun around for a long time before stopping. The sound of the impact echoed around,
It was as if the hustle and bustle outside had suddenly quieted down.
Taking a deep breath, Qingqing slowly stepped forward and opened the thin curtain in front of her——
The dishes and cups inside poured out, but from deep in the cabinet behind the curtain, there was a faint whisper.