The reason why Old Man Chu suddenly stopped his hand just now is very simple - as soon as he raised his head, he met Mr. Ruo Dongruo's eyes.
Ruo Dong was staring at him coldly at that time, but Chu Yan had never seen that look in his eyes for most of his life. Ruo Dong's face was warm, and there was no sign of him wanting to fight to the death. On the contrary,
Mr. Ruo, who was usually serious about his words, still had a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth.
At that time, there was a slight touch, a smile that was filled with coolness.
What made Chu Yan couldn't help but shudder was that when his eyes fell on the long sword on Ruo Dong's waist, he actually found that Ruo Dong was holding the hilt of the sword, and he stretched out the long blade by just a hair.
You couldn't see clearly on the lake. But you couldn't help but feel that the sword that was the best in the West Lake was glowing red under the moonlight. The sword light reflected into Chu Yan's eyes and stung his eyes.
Since the two masters of Nanlin and Xihu have died one after another, and now that Dongshan has been wiped out, Mr. Ruo, the leader of his "Mi Yu's three-day guest", has gained the highest reputation that everyone in the world has agreed upon. Not to mention that
Once the Yin Yang Sword is unsheathed, it rarely fails. Even when Mr. puts his hand on the hilt of the sword, the opponent on the opposite side can't help but feel chills and dare not even speak loudly.
But Ruo Dong, who was standing above Chu Yan's head, had already pulled out the glowing red Yin Yang Sword.
Old man Chu knew these silent warnings very well - if he hurt even half a finger of a Tiankeju disciple, Ruodong could make the old Nanlin tribe make the same mistake as Dongshan. If he didn't stop now, he would just
I'm afraid that Mr. Ruo will go down to the lake himself and compete with his old bones.
Although Chu Yan is much older than Mr. Xihu in front of him, he still doesn't understand how much he weighs. To deal with these stupid kids in front of him, he can move his muscles and bones by himself, which is more than enough; but if he is provoked
Mr. Deruo got off the boat. He was probably going to die at the bottom of Miyu West Lake today and spend half his life feeding the fish.
Thinking of this, whether it was an illusion or something, the light and shadow on Mr. Ruo's sword seemed to be getting more and more dazzling, forcing him to move his eyes aside. Not daring to delay any longer, Chu Yan waved his robe sleeves in the direction of the Tiankeju ship.
He coldly withdrew his hand.
In this way, old man Chu from Nanlin did not send out escorts, but took the two daughters of the Jiang family back in an instant. Although Nanlin's big boat was not as good as Tiankeju, after all, the wind and waves were strong, and the small boat could go better.
Quickly, in the darkness and mist, Chu Yan and the daughter of the Jiang family disappeared. Even if they chased them, they would not be able to catch up.
Several disciples at the helm came to ask for instructions, and Ruo Dong waved his hand, indicating that he would let them go this time.
Before Qingqing's feet were even on the boat, he was held up by several Tiankeju disciples and pushed in front of Ruo Dong: "Sir, we got the assassin's accomplice!" Seeing that Qingqing was still struggling and refused to give in, he still refused.
She raised her head and looked at her husband with a fierce look in her eyes, then pressed her body hard and said:
"Kneel down!"
Linghu Qingqing refused to kneel down, but she stiffened her body and held her legs up precariously. Her eyes were still fixed on Ruo Dong and refused to move away. But she got out of the ice water alone, and her lower abdomen
How much strength could she have with a sword on her? However, one of them kicked her in the calf, causing her to kneel down involuntarily.
Even so, Qingqing's body was still firmly pressed in place, but she refused to lower her head, looking at Mr. Ruo like a little beast with red eyes, as if it was about to spit out fire in an instant.
Ruo Dong stood quietly in front of several people, looking down at Linghu Qingqing who was still struggling.
"Please sir, please handle it!"
Ruo Dong didn't say anything, but just watched Qing Qing's hands being held tightly, but he still resisted and refused to stop. Those eyes that belonged to Linghu's descendants seemed to be about to shed tears in an instant, but they did not hide their feelings at all.
Paths of hatred were fixed on Mr. Ruo's face, as if they were about to light up a fire in the ice.
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No matter how many disciples pulled her hair, Qingqing refused to lower her head.
"That's all." Mr. Ruo shook his head, "You did a good job tonight."
Qingqing couldn't help but be stunned - well done?
I heard Mr. Xihu continue: "Take her down and watch, and we will decide the rest tomorrow morning before it is too late."
"Yes!" Several disciples agreed in unison.
The bottom of the big ship was dark and lightless. Even though the sun was out of sight, Qingqing could still feel it. After struggling for most of the night, it was almost dawn. He could hear the rustling on the lake, and it seemed like it was raining again. West Lake
There was already plenty of rain in the area, but now during the rainy season, the air was extremely humid. Qingqing gently opened her hand, and then clenched it loosely into a fist. She felt that the scar on the palm of her hand did not fade away, but instead there was a dull pain in her shoulder.
Every time it rains, Qingqing feels the pain on her shoulders spread unstoppably. However, it rains so much in the West Lake, and even God can't do anything about the wounds that go deep into the bone marrow. Qingqing covers her shoulders with both hands,
As if hugging himself, he murmured:
"Brother, maybe some things are really destined."
Although there was a sword wound on his lower abdomen, Qingqing could no longer feel its existence compared to his shoulder. He also carried some medicine with him that could cure trauma. Even though he soaked it in water, it was still better than nothing.
Qingqing knew very well that in the hearts of the people who stayed there most of the time, he, a foreigner named Linghu, should have been punished - and now he offended the leader and colluded with the "assassins", which was even more sinful.
One more wait. At daybreak, it is hard to say whether Mr. Ruo can save his life.
But now that the door is heavily guarded, and my strength is exhausted, where can I go to find medicine?
Furthermore, Qingqing knew very well that Ange's injuries tonight were much more serious than his own. Qingqing knew without listening that except for the few who were guarding his door, everyone else must have followed Mr. Ruo.
Entered the Ange Room.
The Jiang family's poisons may not be as powerful as they used to be. Unless Miyu Xihu really has some miraculous medicine, Ange's half of his arm will definitely not be saved.
Her arms were almost numb. Qingqing used her last bit of strength to give herself some medicine, and immediately lay on the bottom of the boat, motionless, focusing all her energy on her rapid breathing. Qingqing forced herself to endure it.
, must be endured - even a slight movement will not only not relieve the pain in the shoulder, but will also tear the new wound in the abdomen that has not yet healed.
While she was gritting her teeth and holding her breath, Qingqing suddenly heard a faint sound of conversation outside the door approaching, as if she was watching some of her disciples meet someone. Upon hearing those footsteps, Qingqing couldn't help but sigh -
It was indeed him who came.
Helpless, Qingqing had no choice but to temporarily put away the method of nourishing Qi, put on his coat, hastily tore off the cloth, and hurriedly wrapped the area where the medicine had been applied. As soon as he turned around, he heard someone outside the door saying:
"Young Master Linghu, I'm coming in!"
Qingqing just whispered "Hmm", and then heard Siyuan striding closer, and then put something on the table: "This is for you." When he turned around, he saw a small medicine bottle shaking his body a few times.
Then he stood still. Qingqing was a little surprised: "Why didn't you go see An Shaoxia?"
Siyuan shook his head: "I've gone to see him a long time ago. Tian Keju, a doctor with good medical skills, said that if you want to save your life, you can't save half of your arm. Mr. Ruo saw it himself and there was nothing he could do." At this point, Ren Siyuan
He sighed heavily, the expression on his face was distorted and weird, "Young Master Linghu, I dare to ask you what happened on that ship?" Qingqing felt that there was nothing to hide, so he told everything about the accident on the ship.
After that, before Siyuan could ask any more questions, Qingqing hurriedly asked:
"Young hero, do you know that General An is currently..."
"As soon as General Xiaohei boarded the ship, he was arranged
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Keep a close watch." Siyuan said, looking a little hesitant, as if he didn't know whether to tell Qing Qing, "Sir, he sent a few people to ask. They all had some friendship with General Kong in the past. They wanted to know what happened to General An.
Why did he shoot hidden arrows at Miyu's territory twice in a row? General Ke'an almost bit off his tongue and didn't say a word."
Upon hearing this, Qing Qing couldn't help but become anxious: "Then where is he now?"
"Sir, it seems that you don't want to embarrass yourself. In addition, there have been too many changes tonight, so it is more important to take care of senior sister's injuries for the time being." Siyuan bit his lips and asked as if he had made up his mind: "Qing Qing, General An did such an unexpected thing.
Do you know the reason?"
Qingqing shook his head silently.
"You really don't know?"
"If I knew, why would I go to the dock to chase him back and ask him clearly?"
After thinking about it carefully, Siyuan felt that it made sense, so he stopped asking. Then he stood up, turned to Qingqing and said: "Fortunately, I brought some anti-hemostatic medicine with me this time, although I didn't bother to find a doctor to see you.
, this vial must still be of some use." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Qing Qing suddenly stopped him: "Ren Shaoxia, thank you very much tonight."
"That's it? Hi!" Seeing Qingqing's serious look, Siyuan scratched his head in embarrassment, "This hemostatic medicine is not a rare thing, don't be so polite. In fact, you should have found someone who understands pharmacology to give it to you.
, but I’m afraid they will all be too busy to take care of it tonight... Siyuan just feels a little sorry for the young hero."
Seeing Ren Siyuan's somewhat uncomfortable look, Qingqing couldn't help but burst into laughter: "It's not just about this medicine."
"Ah...what does that mean?"
"When they were on the lake, if the young hero hadn't sacrificed his life to save them, Qingqing and An Shaoxia would have been buried in the belly of the fish."
Ren Siyuan usually seemed talkative, but at this moment, his face turned slightly red and he couldn't say a word for some reason. Then he smiled sheepishly at Qingqing: "That's Siyuan's thanks to Young Master Linghu.
Xia, if it weren’t for the fact that young Xia is so good at hearing..."
Qingqing stopped joking and held her chin with one hand, as if she was reminiscing: "Actually, there are many more."
"There's more!"
The two of them were startled by each other in unison. Qingqing pretended to be frightened, covered his heart, and smiled: "I have a lot to thank you for. If it hadn't been for the young hero who killed Qingqing that morning,
After redeeming the white jade flute, Qingqing may not even know why she is dead now."
In Ren Siyuan's eyes, perhaps it was because Qingqing was always being held captive in Tiankeju by her husband. She was domineering and arrogant in Tiankeju, and everyone was used to it. The worst possible outcome was that Linghu's descendants would never recover. After all, this is her life, what can others do to her?
But such a person who did not hesitate to die could stand in front of Jiang Chenbi to block the poisonous hairpin for General Shen and his wife, whom they had met several times. He could also directly stand in front of Jiang Chenbi for the dignity of Master Linghu's sect that had long since ceased to exist. Pouring out the glass of wine offered by the leader himself; pursuing his bloodless brother to the rain alley of the West Lake, just to find out what the silver-feathered arrow he shot was.
What's more, although Qingqing himself didn't say it, Siyuan guessed that the bloody sword on Qingqing's lower abdomen was obviously stabbed by An Ge with his long sword. Looking at Qingqing He looked as if he wanted to never mention this matter in the future.
This is something that only she, Linghu Qingqing, can do among all the Tianke people.
Afraid that he might express his feelings and say something he shouldn't have said, Siyuan tilted his head and coughed twice: "It's getting late tonight. I have something to do. Young Master, please rest early."
Qingqing nodded.
Before going out, Siyuan suddenly remembered something, turned around quickly and said to Qingqing:
"Young Master Linghu, today's hard days are finally over."