"Wow -" Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, Wen Li couldn't help but raise his voice and scream. When the young master's throat became hoarse, Qingqing coughed hard several times: "
never mind."
Wen Li tentatively opened his eyes, only to find that the abyss looked like it, except that broken logs and rolling stones were shaking.
After taking a closer look, it turned out that although the highest part of the stone pillar was broken off, the remaining stone underneath was still strong. Therefore, Qingqing had a quick eye and quick hands, and the two of them managed to save their lives from a high place. However, the stone pillar over a hundred feet high actually only had fists.
Thick and thin, if Qingqing pokes his body from left or right, this giant bamboo pole will break apart in an instant.
So the two of them hung in the air in silence. As time passed, the sweat from Qingqing's back soaked her inner clothes and outer robes, and her black hair and forehead were dripping with sweat.
Wen Li saw more than a dozen bloody cuts on Qing Qing's right arm. He must have just fallen and grabbed the stone pillar to help him. Half of his clothes were torn apart, and the white elbow bone was vaguely visible at the elbow. Wen Li
She pursed her lips tightly and finally spoke: "Sister, if you can't hold me back..."
Halfway through the words, Qingqing suddenly lowered her voice and glared at him quietly, "Someone is coming."
Sure enough, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps approaching from far away: "Li'er, why are you here?!"
Wen Lixunsheng looked up and felt as if a savior had descended from heaven. He let out a deep breath like the top of Mount Tai: "Second Young Master Nan, come quickly..."
Taking a closer look, the hot sweat on Qingqing's body suddenly dropped to freezing point. The face lying on the broken bridge in front of him was exactly the same as the appearance that had been hidden in his memory for decades!
If you look carefully, you can see a black mole right on the center of this person's eyebrow. It must be just a similarity in appearance.
But he saw Mr. Nan leaning out half of his body from the bridge, like the fingertips of a lotus, spreading his fingers far away. Although the moves were familiar, Qingqing felt strange: "A distance of more than ten feet high,
Are you still trying to pull us up?" Just as he was thinking to himself, he suddenly felt his body being pulled hard, and his right arm involuntarily let go of the stone pillar.
"Help..." Wen Li didn't finish shouting even a single word. The hundred-foot stone pillar suddenly shattered and the ground shook desperately.
The man on the bridge clenched his fists, veins popped out, and sweat oozed from his forehead. As if relying on an immortal attraction, the two of them were gradually pulled up through the air. Qingqing vaguely felt the source of this strange power, and turned his wrist.
He grabbed hold of the force, hugged Wen Li with one hand, and the two finally "climbed" onto the broken bridge.
Without waiting to catch his breath, Second Young Master Nan hurriedly crossed the broken bridge. The familiar sound of falling and cracking sounded behind him. He rolled and climbed all the way to a smooth mountain path. Nan Jianing finally turned around and said, "Li'er, you
If you're not on the boat, why are you messing around at the pond?"
"Ahem, cough..." Wen Li, who had been holding it in for a long time, finally turned on the bellows again and told Jianing about what happened on the ship. After automatically ignoring his own experience of being robbed by Qing Qing, Wen Li
He just coughed and said, "Sister Lin and I both want to come to the Eight Music Club."
After hearing this, Jianing rolled his eyes at Wen Li tenderly and said, "You'd better go back to Master Wen first. It happens that the three masters are in Xuantan..."
"Master is indeed here!" When Qingqing heard this, her heart skipped a beat. She was helpless as a foreigner, and no matter how reckless she was, she did not dare to reveal her whereabouts easily.
Seeing Jianing's rough, barley-like hands dangled in front of her eyes, Qingqing couldn't help but ask, "Is it a hidden thread?"
"Yes." Jianing suddenly felt silly and happy, "The last time I went to Lirong Mountain, a Linghu heroine said the same thing! It's just that I'm slow and stupid, and I can't compare to Qi Lang's 'threading the needle' skills.
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"Is there such a thing?" Seeing Jianing blushing and laughing, Qingqing didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
There were indeed a few figures rising and falling on the winding mountain road ahead. When I got closer, I realized that the people who came were all dressed as farmers, except that there were a few silver strings embroidered on the brim of their hats. The person in front was only half the height of an ordinary person.
, with a big head and a small body, took a step forward and asked: "But Young Master Wen is back?"
"It's me." Wen Xian said weakly.
The big-headed man gave a round smile, which was very pleasing: "The master is busy participating in the Eight Music Conference at Tanxin Mo Pavilion. The three of us disguised ourselves and came to pick up the young master."
"That's it." Wen Li just took a step forward, then suddenly turned around and said, "Sister Lin, why don't you come with me?"
Qing Qing didn't answer, but put the head of his flute on Mr. Wen's shoulder and asked: "How do you know that Mr. Wen will not return to West Lake?"
When Wen Li heard this, he looked back at the three of them, his loving eyes fixed in the air. The leader replied: "The attack on our young master's boat was reported by Lady Li by flying doves. The wind in the river was heading south, so we expected that the young master would attack Xuan.
Come from the pond."
When you hear it this way, it doesn't make sense.
Qing Qing's eyebrows tightened when the ground under his feet suddenly gasped and shook dullly: "Master Li'er, Zhiyu is here to pick you up!"
On the rugged and narrow road, there were a lot of people and horses neighing. A gray horse stood proudly among the crowd. The knight on the gray horse waved his hand, and saw a sturdy man in straw clothes. One person was standing in front of him, and he was rolling towards several people like a rolling stone.
He rushed over. When he saw the person clearly, he suddenly stepped forward and exclaimed: "It was Master Que who met the young master first!"
Seeing such a group of people galloping towards him, Master Que stepped forward and held Wen Li's wrist tightly in his palm: "Young Master, it's time to go home!"
Before Li Zhiyu could rush over, the big-headed sparrow gathered strength in his shoulders and elbows, and dragged Wen Li to his side with a staggering step.
As he was hurrying on his way, Master Que suddenly felt a tight pain in his wrist, and Young Master Wen behind him also stopped. When he turned around in surprise, Qing Qing was grabbing Wen Li's other hand, clasping his thumbs together, and continuously smoothing the hand with his internal force.
Follow the master's lineage and compete with yourself.
Little Wen Li was caught in the middle, not daring to move.
What Master Que is holding is the "Shenmen point" on Wen Li's wrist. The heat is transmitted bit by bit, like a sparrow pecking at Wen Li's heart. Qingqing is pressing the young master's thumb "Shaoshang point" tightly,
Like the flute music of the noon tide, it is continuous and smooth, and it is finding the master's heart and wrapping up the subtle attack of Master Sparrow.
Not long after, Qingqing's injuries were not healed, and he could not compare with the elder sparrow's long-term cultivation. Finally, his arms were shaking, his fingertips were cramped and numb, and he was in severe pain.
Wen Li was squeezed between the two of them, and his heart was burning. He didn't know what kind of monster was fighting fiercely in his chest. He couldn't bear the burning and faintly screamed "ah". In the blink of an eye, a wave of ice surged all over Qingqing's body.
He held hands behind his back and quietly contended with Master Que.
Not caring to look back, Qingqing just felt the cold ice and flames, like springs and waterfalls, and the gentle breeze.
The man behind him said gently: "Master Que, why do you need to embarrass the child?"
"General Kong!" Master Que was obviously startled, but quickly responded with a round smile, "Brother Fool is not talented, he came one step earlier than you, General, haha!"
When Qingqing heard the big-headed little man's stiff smile, his heart suddenly tightened. The person behind him slowly asked: "Since the end is coming, I'm afraid I have to make a report to Master Wen. Otherwise... Xuan Tan
How can we know the whereabouts of the master? Since the master alone knows that the master is busy preparing for the Eight Music Conference, he saw it with his own eyes and came here under orders, how can he still not know where the master is?"
"Young Master!" Datou took a deep breath and roared, causing Wen Li to step back repeatedly in shock, "The Young Master's whereabouts were leaked, and it was the fault of this person named Kong! The head ordered General Kong and Li Nvxia to take charge of the Young Master alone.
Safety, if the two of them hadn't done it intentionally, how would anyone else know..."
Before Master Que could finish speaking, Qing Qing suddenly put his arms around Wen Li's shoulders from behind: "I'll take you here, and you should go home quickly..." After that, she pushed the young master step by step and quietly walked towards the big-headed sparrow.
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Seeing Wen Li approaching, Master Que's eyes gradually relaxed.
"Go!" I heard Qing Qing scold him, and suddenly jumped back. The yellow-brown earth and rocks stirred up dust and smoke, and several chess pieces hit the foreign objects in the air that I didn't know when they had passed by. After a closer look, they turned out to be several four-corner darts.
It spins around and screams.
Before the body of the dart could turn around, the two men behind Master Que strode forward with their hammers on the left and right, whistling towards Qing Qing.
Qingqing pushed the young master into Jianing's arms, turned around and stepped out of the "Falling Wild Goose Formation". He took out the wooden flute and used the "Long Live Withered Vine" style to first protect the body in front of him, and then followed up with the "Lu Duan Rhinoceros" style to slash the flute head diagonally.
, avoiding the sharp edge of the left hammer, and hitting the vital point with the right hammer.
Before Master Que could collect his darts and come back, Qingqing concentrated on waving his flute and dancing his sleeves. Several black and white chess pieces rushed out of his green robe under the shadow of the flute. There was a sharp collision sound. He raised the chess pieces and hit each square dart accurately.
The ground fell into the air.
"Come back!" Master Que saw that Wen Li was already a hundred or so steps away from him. The rain of darts broke through the air and he struck at the people in front of him.
Seeing that there were so many square darts coming and not avoiding any vital points, Zhiyu couldn't take action for a moment, so he had to suppress his anger and hit back each square dart flying towards him one by one. Only Qingqing came out.
Miraculously, he didn't dodge or fight back, and was about to retreat to Jianing and Wen Li step by step.
The Wen family's hidden weapon expert who was halfway on the road saw this and was anxious in his heart. Hearing the sound of "bang, bang" in the air, everyone who was coming towards him stopped in unison:
Qingqing flicked her childish hands, raised her green shirt, and placed a wooden flute in the air. The darts actually hit her, one by one, and fell to the ground one after another - more square darts came flying, but none of them escaped. "
The end result of "killing each other".
This "Crow's Flying Heron" is really easy to use. Even General Kong, who was watching from behind, couldn't help but cross his chest and say "Hey".
The darts rolled around wildly, beating Qing Qing and Wen Li behind her. When Qing Qing finally retreated to Wen Li's side, she suddenly saw a "thousand-mile formation cloud", and dozens of square darts were drawn up. Suddenly,
There was a loud sound in the air, and a number of four-cornered darts lined up neatly in a horizontal row, flying back towards Master Que with all their strength.
The strange thing is that those square darts in the air seemed to have eyes. They flew halfway, turned a corner, and chased Qing Qing back.
Seeing the side escort coming again, Qing Qing still retreated, with his left hand feinting, his right hand playing the flute, and the "Thousand Miles of Formation Clouds" passed in front of him.
In addition to the three or four powerless darts that were "killing each other", there was still the last remaining square dart, which still turned around on its own and rushed towards Qing Qing screaming.
"Crows are flying everywhere", all you need is patience.
Master Que had a weird smile on his face and crossed his hands, wanting to watch the show quietly. Qingqing took a step back, then took another step... and with a "bang", he actually bumped into the person behind him just now.
General Kong, wearing silver clothes and dyed sleeves, holding a fan with a broken bone in his hand, stepped forward and stood quietly in front of his escort.
The animal bone fan with flower inscriptions originally opened by Li Wantao closed with a "snap" in General Kong's slender fingers. The strong wind picked up, and the square dart suddenly stopped in mid-air, turned around and ran away. General Kong gently rubbed the fan bone, and the ink
The fan unfolded again with a "clatter", stirring up dust, smoke, dirt and rocks on the ground. Together with the dozen square darts that had just fallen to the ground, they all flew back towards Master Que.
The boomerang was cast out very quickly. While Master Que was hurriedly dancing the new dart in his hand, Qingqing hurriedly jumped back and ran away. Those weak hammer attacks that followed were long ago thrown away by Zhiyu who finally arrived.
Broken aside.
Seeing Wen Li huddled in Nan Jianing's arms, General Kong quickly stepped forward and took the young master out: "Li'er is not injured, right?"
Wen Li shook his head and lowered his eyes: "Thank you Uncle Yue Chuan, Mr. Nan, and Sister Lin."
"Hi." Nan Jianing waved his hand, "Next time, don't risk your life on the edge of the cliff. Speaking of Miss Lin..." When the three of them turned around, they saw the wind blowing the short grass, and there was no shadow of Qingqing anywhere.
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The mountain road next to Xuantan is not as easy to walk as Lirong Mountain. Although Lirong also has some steep mountains, it is no better than here with strange rocks and ghost trees. Qingqing got lost while walking.
While he was hesitating, he heard a horse's hooves coming from behind: "Miss Lin, please walk more slowly!"
This voice was as quiet as a spring, but as firm as a stone. It was indeed the General Kong whom we had just met.
Qing Qing had no choice but to turn around and said, "Young Master Wen is back safely. I don't have anything to do here."
"Don't worry, girl." Kong Yuechuan reined up his horse and dismounted, "I haven't thanked Miss Lin for her kindness, how can I let her go so easily?" The mountain road was as rugged as a vortex, but he saw the gray horse lightly kicking its hooves and trotting all the way.
There is no difficulty in traveling through the jungle. "The girl has outstanding skills, but the general is ignorant and seems to have never seen him before."
Qingqing suddenly raised his head. General Kong's eyes were still smiling, but Qingqing couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He stopped, calmed down, and said seriously: "My surname is Linghu, and my given name is Qingqing."
"I see." Kong Yuechuan smiled warmly, "Headmaster Linghu is here too."
Qingqing opened his eyes wide: "Where?"
Yue Chuan blinked: "I will invite the girl to tea."
After a few steps, people gradually began to appear, and a small teahouse appeared in front of the two of them. Yue Chuan tied up the horse. The owner seemed to have seen a regular customer. He just nodded to Yue Chuan and buried his head in a yellowed book again.
. Before the tea came, Qingqing stood up again and asked, "Where is master now?"
"Xuan Tan." Yue Chuan blew the tea and said slowly, "The major events of the 'Bayinhui' are waiting for the leader of Bei Mo Jimo."
"Then the disciple will go back now..."
Yue Chuan stretched out his slender fingers to block Qing Qing's way out: "Girl, when you come to the Eight Sound Club, why didn't the leader bring you with you?" Seeing that Qing Qing was speechless for a moment, Yue Chuan pressed forward step by step: "Even if you insist,
With the flute in hand, I don’t think the girl’s technique has anything to do with the music, right?”
Qingqing didn't wait to say anything. He suddenly raised his flute head and picked up a crisp porcelain teacup on the table. When the teacup was thrown in the air, Yue Chuan was about to reach up, but Qingqing unexpectedly pushed the porcelain cup away with a single stroke.
Before Yue Chuan could change his hands and grab the cup, Qingqing pressed the flute head on the lid of the cup and pushed hard, causing the cup to fall rapidly.
Before the cup could reach it, it was smashed to pieces on the table. The wooden flute was tilted half way up, and the tea cup flew out diagonally with the lid crooked - the tea tilted sideways, the cup lid lifted up - and landed right in the palm of Kong Yuechuan's hand.
"You see." Qing Qing raised his chin, "This powerful crossbow move is called the "Bone-Carving Silver Hook" - the pen pattern!"
The "ding-ding-dong-dong" sound had already alarmed other customers in the store. Even the young children tightly covered their mouths over the unfortunate tea cup. But Kong Yuechuan grabbed the cup body and the lid "
There was a crisp sound and it landed firmly on the top of the porcelain cup.
If you look closely at the tabletop and clothes, you can see that not a drop of tea has been dropped from the full cup.
Yue Chuan held the porcelain cup quietly and opened his mouth slightly: "The descendants of the heroine will eventually lose their respect."
"Where is the master?"
After hearing this, Yue Chuan smiled helplessly: "It's not that easy for a girl to meet the leader at this time. Don't you see that Young Master Wen wants to see the leader of West Lake - and we have come all the way to meet him?"
Qingqing bit her lip and couldn't figure out the reason.
"The 'Bayinhui' is a grand celebration, and the three heads are naturally overwhelmed. Lin... As long as Miss Linghu participates in the Bayinhui, are you afraid that she won't be able to see the headmaster?"
"when?"
"There are still six and a half days."
As he was talking, Qingqing saw something like a dark shadow outside the window, faintly coming forward through the gauze curtain. Looking carefully, it turned out that there was a man with sword eyebrows and short beard in the distance, with long hair disheveled, standing beside Kong Yuechuan's horse, and he was slightly exposed.
Yue Chuan knocked on the window, and the dark-skinned man walked up to the window, lowered his head and hugged his fist: "Yu is waiting here, General."
This person spoke very softly, but his brows revealed bursts of unruly attitude. Even with his head lowered, there were gleams in his eyes.
"It's a good time." Yue Chuan nodded, took a sip of tea with a smile, and said to Qingqing, "This person is an attendant who grew up next to the general. He should be about the same age as you. His surname is An Yu, and people give him a nickname.
They are all called 'Little Black General'."
Qingqing saw that this "little black general" was as black as a black chess piece that had been soaked in ink for three days and three nights, but his expression was very menacing. A pair of cold eyes with sword-shaped brows revealed a faint murderous light, as if
He didn't look like an ordinary attendant. Qingqing couldn't help but observe this man's facial features for a moment. It wasn't until Yue Chuan suddenly snapped his fingers in front of him that Qingqing suddenly turned around and smiled ashamedly: "I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Yue Chuan chuckled, "He already attracts people's attention. Speaking of which, does the girl know the way down the mountain?" Qingqing was stunned and shook his head.
"Then come with me. I will take the girl to meet someone."
Qing Qing couldn't help but lean out: "Who is it?"
"That man is a Nanlin champion who is proficient in music theory. He was the top player in the 'Bayin Club' more than 20 years ago. Now he has lived in seclusion for many years. He only indulges in mulberry trees and fragrant chrysanthemums all the year round. Therefore, he is called 'Sangju Layman' by people in the world.
'."
Lay Buddhist Sangju? Apart from these four words, the other sentences couldn't be more familiar to Qingqing's ears.
The tall and strong 'Black Little General' led a brown horse to Qing Qing, and then took the lean and tall gray horse from the Fuyue River. When he walked straight past Qing Qing, he whispered:
"The words 'bone-engraved silver hook' are not something you just say to outsiders casually."
In the middle of June at West Lake, before the flowers are finished, the chrysanthemums come first. Knock on the small door at the corner, and a faint yawn comes from it:
"The bitter clouds are directionless, and I sigh for the fireflies that are missing their traces. My heart goes with the water, and I play the flute when it rains... Who will wake me up from my dream?"
Yue Chuan raised his hands and looked a little embarrassed. Maybe he didn't expect that someone would sleep so soundly at dinner time.
Not having time to think too much, Qingqing took off his long flute, held it up to his mouth, and closed his eyes slightly.
This song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" is the most familiar piece that Qingqing has practiced under Ziqin's sect. Perhaps due to his innate delicate mind, among the two chapters of "High Mountains and Flowing Waters", Qingqing always prefers "Flowing Waters". "One Curtain"
The moon in the autumn water is melting, and the red lotus on the river is full of tears..." The predecessors expressed their feelings or sang, and always a wisp of emotion like the fragrance of clear bamboo surged into Qingqing's heart. She understood it with her fingertips, but she didn't understand the music score.
A wisp of cool breeze blew past my ears, and the sound of the flute was like the night wind in late summer. It was as warm and cool as water, and the drizzle was continuous. It corresponded to the half chapter of "Flowing Water" and touched the Taoist's heart.
Standing in front of the light red low door, Qingqing couldn't help but raise her hand. For some reason, Master Zishu always said in her heart that this door will open.