Linghu Qingqing has only one destination now. She knows that place can allow her to recover her lost memories, protect this girl by relying on her status as a disciple of Dongshan, and cut off all her escape routes in one fell swoop.
If Xuan Ming was still here, he would definitely not support him doing this.
But Qing Qing had no time to hesitate. Listening to the tone of the guards, they wanted to capture General Shen's family. However, Xuan Ming had been alone in the West Lake General's Mansion for many years, and his parents and relatives were far away in the paddy fields. In the mansion, except for his wife Qiu'er and those who had followed him for many years There are not many servants who can be called "family members". Qingqing deliberately ran away from the paddy fields, wanting to try to see if the leader had left any leeway for these former intimate generals.
But the wind blew under the hooves of the golden horse. After running for a few miles, he saw a group of guards following him from a distance. But behind the guards, a black shadow flashed like lightning, and they hurried towards the paddy field.
Qingqing reined in his horse suddenly - Wen Li really wanted to kill the generals' nine clans!
At this point, Qingqing understood that it was too late to run into the Yaoguang Palace. General Shen's mansion was in a mess. Without thinking, he knew that the other generals were in the same situation. However, Qingqing was still stunned on the spot, letting the golden horse gasp. After a few breaths, I felt like the whole sky had collapsed:
The leader of Wen Li, or rather Mr. Ruo, has even involved all the unrelated relatives and family members who have been hiding in the countryside and have not been involved in worldly affairs for a long time. I am afraid that this time, Tiankeju will go on a killing spree again!
Ha, Qingqing smiled coldly in his heart - this is what the cold-blooded Ruo Dong is best at.
While hesitating, he saw that the guards who were chasing him had already surrounded him. The shadow of the sword pointed at his heart, and he heard one man speak with a calm voice:
"The thief of the Shen family, please hurry up and catch him!"
Linghu Qingqing didn't say a word. He just pulled a strip from his robe, tied up the swaddling clothes, and tied the crying child tightly to his waist. Perhaps the baby felt Qingqing's body temperature and temporarily forgot about it. Feeling hungry, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in a blur of swords and swords.
"Qiu'er..." Qingqing said secretly in her heart, "If Madam can see it, please protect this child!"
After that, he tightened the reins of the golden horse, and with a "swish" sound, the long sword appeared in the air.
Qingqing knew that he was weak and could not use his strength, so he did not dare to fight with those tall and powerful West Lake guards. Instead, he carefully pointed out the direction of the sharp weapon, held the sword and reached back, and accurately pressed the blade between the two. Pressing hard on the acupuncture points on the guards' arms, they heard the two men's elbows seem to be broken, and they screamed and fell off their horses. A person rushed from the front, but Qingqing couldn't dodge, and a "Thousand Miles of Clouds" was thrown across his body. Qingqing felt his arms go numb and couldn't help but let go of the reins, almost throwing them in the air.
If it were an ordinary competition, Qingqing might not have time to turn around, and would fall under the horse's hooves and be chopped into meat pies by countless sword points and horse legs. But at the moment when she almost flew out, Qingqing felt the warmth in her arms. Warm——
This child must not leave with her parents!
If God is destined to let all three members of this family die, then Qingqing will defy heaven and rebel today - anyway, he has been engaged in a blood feud with heaven since birth, and today he is just going against heaven again. What will happen if you kill someone once?
Thinking of this, Qingqing got the strength from nowhere, grabbed the loose reins, turned over and stood on the horse's back again. The golden horse was struggling, and it seemed to understand the owner's wishes. It raised its front hooves and stood upright, neighing. With a sound, Qingqing was firmly attached to his strong back.
Immediately, Qing Qing turned the tip of his sword sideways, and while the man hadn't recovered, he hurriedly split it vertically with the "Long Live Withered Vine" move, and struck the opponent's wrist blankly, forcing the guard's sword to fall from his hand. Then "The peak fell" The "stone" came out at one point, and the long sword in Qingqing's hand penetrated directly into the guard's throat.
The unknown man was seen shaking slightly, a stream of blood suddenly spurting out from his mouth, and then he fell down from his horse and fell to the ground helplessly.
When he looked at Qing Qing again, his face had already been spattered by the blood spurted from the man's mouth. At this moment, while blocking his sword, he stretched out his sleeves and wiped his eyes with ease. His expression was very scary under the pale moonlight.
No one expected that a person who looked like a maid who had escaped from General Shen's mansion could pierce the throat of the West Lake guard with a sword. With a short attack, he killed one person. In addition, Qingqing's eyes widened with anger at this moment, and he allowed himself to be filled with anger. The blood was ignored, which added to the terrifying meaning of killing. When the other guards saw this, although they did not dare to retreat, they had to slow down the surgical tools in their hands.
When Qing Qing saw this, he didn't dare to fight. He quickly turned his horse's head and rushed out. The golden horse stepped directly on the corpse on the stone floor, jumped up, and flew ten steps away. The guards behind him were helpless, but they could no longer catch up. Up.
After escaping from the encirclement, Qingqing hesitated: Those who just went towards the paddy fields were clearly people from Tiankeju. He was serving the Shen Mansion alone, how could he escape alone?
At that moment, Qingqing almost ran back with the golden horse, trying to stop the disciples who were living in Tianke in the middle of the way. But his palms were sweating, but his arms were still warm. Every time he heard the baby's murmur that could not yet make a sound Whispering, Qingqing felt a sharp pain in her heart——
If God lets me off the hook today, will I regret not being able to save General Shen's family when I think of those dark figures leaving in the future?
Qingqing clearly knew that she had never been afraid of death. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would never live alone. But at this moment, Qingqing was extremely afraid. She could even feel the waves while lying on the horse. The fear brought by the heartbeat——
I was really afraid that if I left, I would take General Shen and his wife's only child with me and not be able to come back.
People in the market had heard the commotion, and the doors of every house were closed. No one dared to take a step on the street. This made it convenient for the West Lake guards and Tiankeju to massacre the city without anyone stopping them. How could ordinary people know what was going on in the Seven Stars Palace? Change? It's just that I know in my heart that if I take one step on the street, I might die under that random sword.
Therefore, there are no lights on the stone road tonight, but the blood is pale, illuminating the path of the horse.
Qingqing could even clearly see the fork in the road in front of him: one led to the paddy field, one last time of chivalry. The other could bring a warm embrace to the child, and his Linghu Qingqing was the only one in Lirong Mountain. The descendants of the family were destined to live an ignoble existence again. Qingqing almost didn't think about it, he mounted his horse and set foot on the road forward again.
And once this road is taken, it will be another ten years.
This long sword is indeed a good sword. Except for Tiankeju who can use fine steel to cast it, Qing Qing rarely saw such a skillful weapon in West Lake. Although the generals are usually famous for their riding and archery, they practice martial arts.
How could there not be a few handy swords in the courtyard of a noble family?
Perhaps it was fate that showed mercy and allowed him to find another way to survive against the odds, which was why he was destined to encounter this sword today.
There was a sharp sound that broke through the air. Although Qingqing could not see the coming of the hidden weapon in the darkness, but by listening to the wind and distinguishing the shape, he knew that it was flying accurately towards the center of his eyebrows. With a "Collapse of Waves and Thunderous Rush", Qingqing
The long sword made a stroke and blocked it, only to hear the "clang" of the iron machine colliding with each other, and the hidden arrow was hit to the ground far away.
"What a good sword!" Qingqing admired from the bottom of his heart, but in the end, his mouth was numb. It turned out that the hidden arrow just now contained internal force. Qingqing couldn't resist it for a moment. He was so shocked that the long sword fell out of his hand, and the hidden arrow fell into the air.
Darkness. Only the sound of "click" was heard, and the sword disappeared.
Seeing that there were hidden arrows coming from ahead, Qingqing no longer had any magic weapon in his hand. In desperation, he had no choice but to tighten his grip on the reins and pull the golden horse to dash left and right. The horse reacted extremely quickly and was dedicated to protecting its master. It was actually able to run.
He was able to avoid the dense chaos of swords. Qing Qing was on horseback, concentrating on his ears, and could clearly hear the path of every arrow.
Even so, when the golden horse turned around and rushed into the narrow dark alley, Qingqing's body was still torn open several times by sharp arrow clusters.
The horse ran with support all night. At this moment, it had no strength anymore. It suddenly knelt on the ground with its front legs, foaming at the mouth. Seeing that no one was chasing behind it, Qingqing reached out and touched it, and found that the hair on the golden horse was all covered with hair.
It was soaked with hot sweat, mixed with blood and sweat, and it was hard to count how many injuries it suffered. Seeing that the horse could not stand up for a while, Qingqing stroked the hot cheek and said softly: "Xingxing, thank you
You saved two lives today..."
But Xingxing didn't speak, he just stuck out his tongue and licked Qingqing's already cold hand.
Qingqing recognized this dark alley. It was an alley that ordinary people didn't know, and those who knew it didn't dare to approach easily. Looking from the outside, it was just an ordinary stone road extending in, forming the most ordinary scene in the West Lake.
scene.
But at this moment Qingqing looked up and saw thousands of miles of dark clouds hanging low above the eaves of the alley, the moon was hidden, and the stars were dim. Only the dark building was left standing silently. It seemed that he had something to say, but in the end it was just
Quietly looking at the figure of the man and the horse from a distance, Qingqing did not hesitate, stepped on the horse, used all his strength, and jumped up.
The moment he jumped up, Qingqing felt as if his feet were stepping on cotton, and he jumped up softly. He really couldn't use any extra strength. Fortunately, he stretched out his hands and could barely reach the top of the wall.
Only then did he hang his body in mid-air.
Then he gritted his teeth, not caring that his fingertips were scratched to pieces by the gravel fragments on the top of the wall, and hurriedly used his elbows to support his strength, and then stretched his whole body on it. He stabilized his body, looked down, and saw the pink Dudu
The child's whole body was wrinkled up, and his tiny fingers were held in his mouth. He was not awakened by the fighting at all, but slept soundly.
Qingqing couldn't help but smile and raised the corner of his mouth towards the child - this was the only ending he hoped for every time he passed by a sharp blade tonight.
Before she could watch the child on the wall for a moment longer, Qingqing looked at the ground, took a deep breath, and finally jumped down. Qingqing's legs could not support her body, so she had to weaken her knees and let her entire back
They all fell to the ground. At the same time, they protected their lower abdomen with both hands, fearing that the shock would wake the child up.
But the sound of the landing was too obvious after all. There was only a muffled "dong" sound, and before Qingqing could turn over and get up, she heard the footsteps of several people stop suddenly, and then there was a burst of hurried words:
"There's someone over there!"
"Be careful! Go over and see what's going on."
Regardless of the fact that all the muscles and bones in his body were almost broken into pieces, Qingqing raised his body, hugged the child, and hid behind a low bush. Qingqing's time in West Lake was not long, but within four years
I have spent the past three years here. Every plant and tree in front of me has long been deeply engraved in Qingqing’s mind——
This is Tiankeju, a place that carries the blood and tears of Linghu’s descendants throughout their lives.
Perhaps Qingqing never imagined that it was here that he would spend most of his life. But at this moment, Qingqing knew in his heart that there was no place more special than here for a Linghu disciple to hold the orphan of General Xihu in his arms.
For danger.
And except for this dangerous place, there is no place for her and the two of them in the world.
Several disciples were scattered here, paying close attention to the movements around them. Qingqing couldn't help biting her lips with her teeth, not allowing herself to make the slightest sound. When a disciple approached and almost bumped into him, Qingqing said:
He stood up with a bang, covered the disciple's mouth and nose with one hand, and then tapped the Fengchi point on the back of his neck with his other hand.
Before the disciple could make any sound, he fell straight into the soft and silent soil.