When Qingqing's flute music was reaching its climax, suddenly a string of long, throaty sounds came from behind the door.
Listening to this song carefully, the water should be flowing down. This strange whimpering is like the lamentation of an ancient tree, but it leaves some taste of tears for the long dripping. Above the head, there are inadvertent sounds of birds, most of them two birds. They walked around the tree for a long time, and worse, they cried and bled from time to time.
Qingqing whined and played. Listening to this two-voice concerto, I couldn't help but feel my heart tremble and a tear fell on the back of my hand. My fingertips suddenly jumped away from the flute hole. It turned out that I couldn't control my hand and missed several slides.
The low door opened in response: "The person coming is an old friend."
Qingqing wiped her tears with the back of her hand: "...Mo Lingfeng."
Mo Lingfeng's smile overflowed with tears: "When I see the girl, I feel like the book is still there."
The wooden flute struck out quickly. Qingqing raised the flute high, split the Tianling cover and struck at Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng was so frightened by this unexpected turn of events that he had no time to dodge, so he just covered his head with his hands: "Little book, I wrong!"
The clouds rolled and relaxed, and a light rain began to fall. Four people squeezed into the narrow thatched shed at once. An Yu took out some medicine she had with her and carefully applied it on Mo Lingfeng's face.
Kong Yuechuan winked at Qingqing, and Qingqing sighed and tilted her head to one side.
Unexpectedly, instead of being angry, this "Sangju layman" had his eyes shining: "Lin'er, is Xiaoshu finally willing to see me?" After half a quarter of an hour, Qingqing finally realized that Mo Lingfeng was for him. He chose an elegant name for himself. When he heard it, Qingqing became even more angry. He pressed it hard on his chest and said in a deep voice: "Master wants to show you the fireworks, why don't you come?"
"Ah!" Ling Feng suddenly stood up from the potion on his face, "I'll go right now!"
After that, he sprinted towards the door. But he couldn't run more than three steps, and Qingqing kicked him out of his mouth. The wound that had just been treated with medicine opened again, and Ling Feng covered his chin: " Xiao Shu, I was really wrong!"
After all, Qingqing couldn't control his temper. He wrapped his hands around the flute and saw another series of deadly pen patterns. Kong Yuechuan, with quick eyesight and quick hands, opened his arms and hugged Qingqing and Yuxiao together.
Yue Chuan on the side was not guarded at first, and secondly he indulged her childish temper and allowed Qingqing to chase Mo Lingfeng for several miles in Danju Yaxiang's yard. Not to mention the spilled flower pot of wine. A piece of money, if Mo Lingfeng fell down for the third time, the delicate bones would definitely kill him.
"Of course you are wrong!" Qingqing roared weakly, bursting into tears, "Master just wants to see you, one last time..."
"One last look?" Ling Feng suddenly lay down and raised his upper body, "I have no chance?"
"No more!" Qingqing cried sadly in Yue Chuan's arms, "I don't even know where Master is now!"
After hearing the last sentence, Ling Feng jumped up like a frog, and with the strength he didn't know where he came from, he pulled Qingqing out of Yue Chuan's hands: "Quickly, let's go find your master!"
Yue Chuan didn't allow him to be stupid at all, and his ice palm firmly restrained Ling Feng's shoulders: "What Miss Lin means is that you will never have a chance in the future."
"forever……"
"Always, forever, eternity, never - never."
Ling Feng stood there, staring blankly into Yue Chuan's clear eyes. Suddenly, like a child, he looked up to the sky and burst into tears.
God knows, the remaining three people spent countless efforts to wake up Mo Lingfeng who cried until he fainted. Qingqing, relying on the superficial medical skills he learned from Qichuan in the mountains, picked up the silver needle and hurriedly made a fuss. Zha, finally saw the master open his eyes.
"Xiao Shu...can you really never come back?"
Qingqing lowered his eyes silently. Kong Yuechuan on the side didn't know how to answer this question.
After the tearful child's crying subsided, Qingqing told the master in detail about the ice and snow battle in the first year of Hua Chu. After listening, Ling Feng did not continue crying, but said:
: "I'm with you."
Qingqing and Yue Chuan looked at each other: "What are we doing together?"
"Go to Nanlin." Ling Feng said word by word, "Xiaosheng is going to kill Nan Xiao!"
After a while, seeing that the three of them were silent, Ling Feng looked at the three of them with surprise: "Is it difficult?"
"Well..." Yue Chuan touched his chin, "Headmaster Nan was seriously injured by Linghu Lady. It should be easier than ten years ago."
Ling Feng slapped his thigh: "Then it's settled!"
The instrument that Mo Lingfeng and Qing Qing were playing across the door was a natural xun that he had hollowed out from a bamboo shoot and polished. Under the swaying dim yellow candlelight, Qingqing was secretly lost in thought while holding this big xun. Liu Yinhuan came to the hall.
I have only waited for eighteen years...
One flute and one xun separated us for twenty-two years.
While he was meditating, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming from the popping sound of candles. After ten years of playing the piano, he had practiced the art of listening to sounds and distinguishing shapes. Qingqing didn't need to turn around, and he knew who was coming.
"General Xiaohei" calmly approached and leaned into Qingqing's ear: "There are two things I want to tell Miss Lin."
Qing Qing raised his head: "General An, please speak."
Perhaps it was because he was called "general" by Qing Qing. An Yu smiled bitterly and curled his lips:
"The first thing is that in the first year of Hua Chu, Yu and my general also went there. The body of the Linghu heroine was taken away by the Nan family and it is said that it was buried in Shuangtan."
"Take away the body?!" Qingqing almost exclaimed, "What are the Nan family doing?"
——"Next time I see Nan Lin and his son, I must ask them to give an explanation."
Qixue's words in the bamboo house still ring in her ears. The strange thing is that Qingqing does not feel that the fire of revenge is burning in her chest, but calmly counts the hatred of the past ten years: seizing the flute is unjust.
, poisoned, the master’s body is incomplete...
An Yu saw that Qing Qing was distracted and waved her hand: "The second thing is the Eight Music Meeting - no one named Linghu is allowed to participate."
Qingqing took another deep breath and opened her eyes wide.
I saw An Yu spreading her palms under the dim yellow light, and a small cloth bag appeared in An Yu's palm. Qingqing stretched out her hand to take it, but An Yu suddenly withdrew her hand and threw the cloth bag in the air. Both hands
At the same time, Qing Qing reached into the air and made a "skip" stroke. With his left hand free, he hit An Yu's upward palm. This "Lu Duan Rhino Elephant" hit nothing, and the cloth bag got closer and closer to him.
the further away.
——"It turns out that General Hei is left-handed." Qing Qing understood in his heart.
Looking up again, the cloth bag was firmly held in An Yu's hand. An Yu shook her head, got up and left.
Qingqing stood up again and rushed towards An Yu from behind. An Yu held the cloth bag high with his left hand, blocked a punch with his right hand, and threw the cloth bag into the air. This time Qingqing learned his lesson and changed his left hand to "捺"
With one stroke, he used "Collapse of Waves and Thunder" to meet General Hei's strong arm. General Hei smiled slightly - gently patted the bag with his right hand, and saw that the bag was about to go back to An Yu's left hand.
Qingqing also smiled slightly, and his right hand suddenly turned around, switching to his left hand, intercepting it between An Yu and Bu Nang. It turned out that it was not "Crashing Waves and Thunder Rush", but "Hundred Jun Crossbow Hair" - he made a feint with his right hand and said "Zhen".
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The cloth bag finally fell firmly into Qingqing's hand. An Yu spread her hands and left the room silently. Qingqing opened the cloth bag——
Wrapped inside was a torn corner of his green shirt.
"Help! Help me -" shrill screams cut through the long street, and thick smoke billowed up. A woman's red dress reached the ground, and the half of her bun hanging on the side of her head was still decorated with small red peonies.
The first stop for the four Qingqing people from "Sangjuju" was Ruixin Tower, the most important place in the middle of the night in Nanlin.
Tung oil red paint is spread on a hundred layers of carved beams. The corners of the house are like pavilion wings, and red and green glazed tiles are colorfully embellished among them. Six snow jade railings reach up to the sky, and long dragons are coiled around them. Even the dragon's buttocks on the first floor.
There are also ingenious carvings with long dragon tails blooming layer by layer.
The two gray and white lions standing at the main entrance were very elegant. At this time, they were holding a bunch of firewood in one mouth and were about to light a fire made of dry wood on the ground.
"Okay, Alou, if you don't tell me, your old madam won't be able to save you even if she has the best intentions!"
"I won't say, I won't say..."
The woman in red was tied to a wooden stake behind her back, and her moans were intermittent with the screams. The four horses couldn't help but stand still at the same time. Qingqing looked around, people were coming and going on the street, as if a fire tower with thick smoke was coming.
The bun shop that was cooking next to it was no different. Even when a few frail scholars in headscarves looked sideways, the madam even smiled and said, "You've made a lot of noise, please let our girl be quiet."
Seeing Qingqing hesitate and want to step forward, Kong Yuechuan suddenly pulled Qingqing's horse rope: "There is still less trouble in Nanlin."
"This fire is going to burn you!"
"Hush -" Yue Chuan lowered his voice, "Make a bet with Miss Lin, I will think this fire can't burn."
Qingqing glanced sideways at Yue Chuan. Yue Chuan seemed to have watched the same play four hundred and ninety-nine times, and was now watching it for the five hundredth time on Nanlin Street. Focusing on his ears, Qingqing really heard that the woman was in flames.
He shouted: "I said, I said that's all..." while squatting down and sobbing tremblingly.
Yue Chuan looked over sideways: How is it?
Qingqing pulled up his horse and walked silently with his head down. As soon as he turned into a new alley, Qingqing suddenly clapped his hands in excitement: "Master, the music score you lost is found!"
Mo Lingfeng blinked his small round eyes: "Lin'er, how did you know that I lost the score?"
"Headmaster Nan came to ask for it, but Master didn't have it. If you didn't give it to me yesterday, you must have lost it yourself."
After hearing this, Ling Feng suddenly scratched his head: "The student has lost a lot of music paper... How can I still remember the name?"
Upon hearing this, Yue Chuan came over with a slight smile: "Do you still remember, the layman, that he wrote the "Preface to the Collection of Fan Ya" at the No. 1 Scholar's Banquet?"
Mo Lingfeng tilted his head and thought about it, suddenly as if he had calmed down. At the banquet for the number one scholar in the Eight Music Association more than 20 years ago, the three brothers were drunk and staggering, but everyone put a thick brush into the banquet.
In his own hand: "The Number One Scholar writes one for us!"
That day, I was so drunk that I had to slide off the chair even when I sat down. I had no choice but to lie down on the huge gold-edged red paper, dozing off and half asleep, scribbling on the red propaganda that I couldn't afford to pay.
Painting. I felt that the brush in my hand was suddenly taken away, and I stood up in excitement. I saw the fairy in front of me closed the moon, ashamed, turned around and flew into the moon palace in a flash, leaving only a soft word in my ear:
"This is my brush..."
When he woke up the next day, Master Nan asked him in surprise, why was the white jade flute that was awarded to the top scholar missing? He muttered a few words and just said that the fairy took it away. When everyone asked, he said that he had taken it himself.
Of course, the fairy's writing brush must be compensated with the white jade flute.
In the same year, when asked again who the fairy was, Mo Lingfeng spit out two words clearly:
"Little book."
In other words, "Fan Ya Ji" was not in Master's hands from the very beginning?
Qingqing thought to himself. If the master had not taken away the music score and the white jade flute, someone else must have taken advantage of the chaos and drunkenness at the banquet to take "Fan Ya Ji" out of sight. After all, according to the master's character,
Even if he was awake, he couldn't tell which of the snow-like pieces of music paper had been taken away.
"That's right!" Yue Chuan patted his head, "Actually, I should have recognized Miss Lin when I saw this white jade flute."
"Then you know..." Qingqing raised her index finger in front of her lips, "What did I hear just now?"
The three of them looked at each other.
"I heard the girl in red say that the book "Fan Ya Ji" was sewn into the pillow of Mrs. Jiang, the head of Nanlin!"
"So far away." An Yu suddenly said, "How did Miss Lin hear it?"
Qingqing raised his chin and said, "I don't even want to ask who my master is."
An Yu smiled wryly and nodded, then lowered his eyes: "General, do you want to go to the South Head's Mansion now?"
Before An Yu could finish speaking, Yue Chuan raised his left hand: "No. If Mrs. Jiang knew it herself, there would be no need to visit Lirong Mountain a few days ago... If Mrs. Jiang didn't know it herself, how would she be willing to return it once we tell it?
Original owner?”
After hearing Yue Chuan's words, the four of them fell silent. They really didn't have any better ideas.
Qingqing suddenly opened his eyes wide with a proud look on his face: "Let's steal it!"
"Okay!" Qingqing thought that the three of them would object together, but unexpectedly Ling Feng was the first to agree, "Xiaosheng, let's go and steal it and have a look: if it is Xiaosheng's own handwriting, then I want Mrs. Jiang to give an explanation; if
It’s not Xiaosheng’s humble work, so I took the opportunity to find out the terrain of Nanfu, and assassinate Nan Xiao in the future, it’s just around the corner!”
An Yu was stunned, holding back her laughter, and turned to Yue Chuan: "Yu listens to the general's arrangements."
Among the four, only the gentle and elegant Kong Yuechuan had a face full of justice. Qingqing couldn't help but swallow in front of these clear eyes. After a long moment, Yuechuan finally uttered one word slowly: "Okay."
Finally, midnight came again, the time when Ruixin Pagoda was singing and dancing. Qingqing wore an orange-yellow dress that did not fit the size, stepped on golden clogs, and wobbled through the crowded long street. Linghu Qingqing's body shape
He's not exactly fat, but compared to the girls in the tower who play music and dance all year round, Qingqing, who has practiced martial arts for many years, is still too strong.
From a distance, young general An Yu was also dressed in gold and silver, with a jade sachet wrapped around his entire waist. The three of them had already occupied a round table in the hall. When Qingqing entered, he and An Yu rushed towards him.
For the sweet pastry, Yue Chuan couldn't help but mouth:
"Drink some wine."
Qingqing waved his hand: "No, no, no, no."
Yue Chuan couldn't help but sigh, and suddenly laughed: "How do we look like visiting a flower tower?"
The golden hairpin on her head was about to slip off. Qingqing hurriedly held the cake between her hands and quickly pushed it back with her little finger: "I'm already dressed like this, so that's not to mention..."
Seeing Yue Chuan's gesture to suppress it, Qingqing suddenly stopped talking and listened attentively to the door: Sure enough, it was the woman in red who entered the tower. The four people nodded and immediately dispersed to various places.
Seeing the woman in red walking lightly up the stairs, Qingqing flashed her clothes and immediately followed her. The job assigned to Qingqing was to capture the beauty in front of her and question her thoroughly.
Going up to the second floor, the woman in red turned around and entered the room. She locked the door with a "click". Qingqing was clenching his fists and worrying when he suddenly saw the door of the room next to the woman in red opened.
A wisp of orange skirt floated out. The woman's head was full of pearls and she went downstairs leaning on the shoulders of several young maids.
Seeing that the color of the woman in orange was very similar to her own skirt, Qingqing felt ecstatic, slipped into the room like the wind, and quickly locked the door.
There was no candlelight in the room, only a little light from the window. Qingqing was suddenly shocked. There was a sudden "clang" of strings in the next room. There was a slight echo, and such a disharmonious tone was definitely not...
Flower Pagoda Girl played intentionally, but it was more like an accident, knocking the strings crooked, and she had no choice but to let out a wail.
An unknown object was thrown against the wall with force: "Sister A'lou, are you really worthy of sister A'yu like this?"
"I am innocent, why am I sorry?"
"Huh." A strange voice came, "Excuse me, how can I ask about the fire this morning?" There was a brief silence, and the strange female voice continued: "The white-skinned guest who pinched Ayu to death,
It’s not the first time I’ve seen him either.”
Hearing the words "white-skinned guest", Qingqing's heart immediately tensed up.
"One day, Amin, I will demand that person's blood to pay for it!"
The door of the next door was slammed shut. But in the lively music and dancing, how could anyone else hear it? Qingqing saw a dark green figure sweep through the door, and immediately went down to the hall on the first floor, disappearing among the crowd.
"I want that man to pay with his blood!" Before Qingqing could recover from these words, he heard a shrill scream across the night sky, and rushed to the fence outside the window, only to see the beauty in red just half-way up.
His body was hanging out of the window, his eyes were forlorn, and he saw that he was about to fall in a moment.
Although this is only the second floor of the Ruixin Tower, it is a coincidence that this type of tower often likes to have a card-faced hall on the first floor, making the second floor taller than the five or six floors of an ordinary building. Looking at the woman
When he saw the wooden railing brushed against him, Qingqing leaned out half of his body without even thinking, and with one swift move, he fished out the man in red.
Unexpectedly, Ah Lou looked up and saw Qing Qing's face. He was struggling harder and harder, as if he would rather fall to the ground than be rescued by Qing Qing.
Seeing that this beauty was about to drag him out of the railing, Qingqing used his backhand to swing the woman in the air. When she finally reached a height that his hands could reach, Qingqing stabbed her.
He kept his horse steady and gathered strength, and like a monkey fishing for the moon, he forcibly "skimmed" the red-clothed Alou up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as A'lou's feet landed on the ground, there was the sound of weapons clashing downstairs: "Who broke into Ruixin Tower without permission!"