Before the others noticed, Qingqing put down the unconscious disciple, took a few steps back from the bushes, and ran away. Unexpectedly, the hearing of the other people was also very sensitive. As soon as they noticed the movement behind the bushes, they all looked around
Come over and shout quickly: "Come quickly, a thief has broken in!"
Qingqing ignored these people shouting at the top of their lungs, ducked down, and ran under a leafy weeping willow. It was the season when catkins were flying, and in the dark night, Qingqing pulled away
There were sticky spider webs on both sides, and willow catkins swayed all over the body, and he was lying on his side in the shelter of the weeping willows. More and more footsteps were heard in his ears, which was actually a good thing for Qingqing——
The more chaotic and noisy the surroundings were, the more difficult it was for Qingqing to be invisible in the crowd wearing a black robe, making his actions less likely to be noticed.
I'm afraid that the longer he delays, the more hidden dangers he and the child will be in. Qingqing covered his face with a black robe, just like one of the people looking for the thief, followed by a group of Tiankeju disciples, noisily heading towards
They were scattered all over the Tianke residence. The disciples were seen digging behind the grass, under the willow trees, and even in the soil, but they still couldn't find even a hair of the rebels.
But Qingqing didn't have time to secretly rejoice, seeing that the child was sleeping peacefully, so he turned around and leaned against the low wall.
Seeing the dim lights on this road, it seemed that there were not many people living there. But in front of him, there was still a disciple holding a lantern, searching with him. When the man heard Qingqing's footsteps, he just turned around and looked back, then started again.
He quickened his pace and said loudly:
"Let's hurry up! If we let the rebels run away on this road, I'm afraid Mr. Ruo will be punished again..."
Before he finished speaking, the man felt a sharp pain behind him, and then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness, and he collapsed softly. Previously, Qingqing's footsteps kept approaching, but the disciple was not suspicious, but he felt that his companion behind him wanted to follow him.
That's all. Coupled with Qingqing's vague "Hmm", the man never expected that the traitor he had been searching for on the trail in front of him was actually half an inch behind him.
Qingqing once again hit the Fengchi point of the disciple in front of him accurately. Hearing that he made no sound, he quickly dragged him to the roadside, slowly put him down, and then raised his head to look at the low wall in front of him.
Behind this wall is the place where Qingqing lived in Tiankeju for three years to recuperate from his injuries. Now that Qingqing has returned from the General's Mansion and looks at this place again, he feels that not a single plant or tree here has changed, but the early summer has gradually changed.
Finally, a few small colorful flowers loomed in the corner of the wall. The flowers were not aware of the cold night, and even though they were no more than the size of a grain of rice, they held their heads high and bloomed freely.
When Qing Qing looked around the yard, he saw that the roof beams were crooked and the doors and windows were broken, which formed a sharp contrast with the bright and delicate flowers. It had obviously been uninhabited for a long time.
It turns out that Tiankeju comes and goes, in and out, like a transparent wall. Everyone is observing the world on the other side in their own way. Even so, the place where he originally lived has always been devoid of life. Qingqing endured it
With a trace of sadness in my heart, I walked to the corner and uprooted the palm-sized flower bush——
Under the moist soil, there was a faint purple light.
That wooden flute was buried here that night when I followed Ren Siyuan's advice. On that day, in order to take over Tian Keju's sword, I could no longer let the world see the trace of the white jade flute.
But after standing by the West Lake for a long time, I still didn't have the courage to throw it into the water.
But in today's world, the smell of blood is too strong, and the smell of fireworks is too chaotic. There is no reason for Linghu's descendants to hide alone in a corner and live in shame in order to seek their own safety. The so-called "not to refuse water, fire, and dust" is what it means.
Today, it's time for the white jade flute that everyone is arguing about to taste the edge of the sword.
Qingqing kept digging, never expecting that he had buried the flute so deeply. Or perhaps, the jade flute was made of wood after all, and no matter how indestructible it was, it would eventually be slowly eroded by the constant soil.
The day he disappeared.
The lavender light continued to stain Qingqing's hands, revealing a different kind of gloomy terror under the moonlight. Qingqing looked at it and felt that the jade flute was buried in the ground, and she didn't know it was accumulated.
There is so much murderous intent, as if as soon as it is unearthed, you can't help but lick the blood.
Thinking of this, Qingqing's fingers couldn't help but stop.
Do I really want to use this flute to kill all the enemies in front of me again, and owe a lot of blood debt?
Qingqing's age is not considered mature, but walking in the world, there are already many innocent souls who have fallen at her hands. She, Linghu Qingqing, has never been afraid of blood debts - even if God knows the principle of repaying retaliation,
Only the descendants of Linghu can cut off other people's heads!
But facing the white jade flute less than a foot in front of her, Qingqing suddenly stopped, and the murderous intention in her heart suddenly faded away.
Qingqing thought of Master and Ziqin. On the night of the Spiritual Lantern Festival, even if Mr. Ruo stabbed his palm with biting poison, even if Ziqin knew that Mr. Ruo would never stop, Master would rather lead him out of danger.
Ya, risking the consequences of betraying the faith of his ancestors, went to Xuantan to find the antidote for himself.
Why didn't Master go to Xuantan and kill Mr. Ruo with one sword to avoid future troubles?
Qingqing thought about the reason for this for a long time, but was still reluctant to ask the master. Thinking about it carefully, the master's string sword was rarely unsheathed in the world, and even when he did it, he was quite cautious, unlike Qingqing.
It's so full of aura of blocking people and killing people.
Master knew clearly that Master Zishu was killed by all the gangs, but why didn't he kill all the enemies in one go?
Qingqing refused to ask, and did not dare to ask. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would ruin the master-disciple relationship that he had cherished for many years. So the young Qingqing buried his thoughts deep in his heart, and for the first time, he finally understood it slightly.
The master's thoughts were when he delivered the antidote to An Yu, but returned to the mountain and was beaten——
On that day, Qingqing discovered that hundreds of hatreds in the world can never be ended by killing as many people as possible. Even sometimes, the blood debts and blood feuds accumulated too much, which gave rise to more countless emotional entanglements. Love
Hatred, enmity and kindness have always been interdependent and difficult to separate. Otherwise, why would I have to bear the crime of violating the sect's rules and go all out to save the West Lake General?
In other words, if these emotions are entangled in the human world, how can we pray for the underworld and cut off all the worries in this world?
Ziqin could not explain these truths clearly to Qingqing in just a few words. What's more, when Qingqing was four or five years old, the scene of the death of his master and sister was engraved in his mind. Those scenes were like imprints, which Qingqing had made in his mind.
A profound memory that cannot be shaken off from thoughts and dreams day and night.
Therefore, Ziqin only taught herself how to distinguish objects by listening to sounds, and how to make the most of the "Bi Zhen Sword Technique" left by her master. The rest, to act chivalrously and with a clear conscience, will ultimately require you to pay the price of your life to understand it. .
Nowadays, General Shen's fate is forcing him to learn another equally important thing - the intention to kill does not depend on the enemy on the opposite side, nor does it depend on the sharp weapon in his hand, nor does it have anything to do with the hatred that lies within. .
The only thing that can make a decision is your own heart.
Just like Ziqin, he had seen too many bloody events. Even if Nan Xiao, Wen Xian and Ruo Dong were filled with hatred, standing in front of him, the string sword in Ziqin's hand did not have any real murderous intent.
Now, Qingqing looked at the white jade flute buried underground and glowing with faint fire, and thought the same thing.
At this moment, Qingqing, who had lived in the West Lake for a long time, finally felt that he and his master seemed to be connected for a long time. Linghu Qingqing raised his hand, and the fine soil fell gracefully. However, he did not wait for a handful of new mud to cover it again. Despite Muxiao's terrifying face, a belated cry finally came from outside the low wall:
"Found it! It's right here!"
"Open the door!"
The eldest disciple An Ge yelled angrily, and the crumbling wooden door was kicked open with a big bang. The low wall also swayed tremblingly, and several adobe bricks above his head fell to pieces, smashing to pieces at Qingqing's feet. .
The moment the disciples rushed into the courtyard, Qingqing stood up. His hands were covered with bloody cuts left by digging in the soil, and the nails on his ten fingers were cut to pieces. There was no need to search deliberately, and the black-robed men who broke in came. Qing Qing's figure was instantly seen, and in a blink of an eye, a net was formed, locking Qing Qing in it airtight.
And An Ge stood in front of everyone, with stern eyes, and strode towards Qing Qing.
Qingqing smiled gracefully, turned her head, and looked directly into Ange's eyes. Ange had not seen Qingqing's expression like this for a long time. In her memory, she only faced Mr. Ruo under the Ruixin Pagoda, or stood up. Qing Qing would only show such an expression when he was facing powerful enemies from various factions on Rong Mountain.
That's a sign of knowing that a powerful enemy is ahead but not flinching.
Ange took a step forward and stepped firmly on the ground, but involuntarily stopped there and did not approach Qingqing. Because she saw that Qingqing's hands were covered with wet soil, but there was a strange purple light flickering.
As Linghu Qingqing slowly raised his arm, crumbs of earth fell down one after another. Only then did An Ge see clearly - the long magic weapon in Qingqing's hand was missing for a long time and had not been seen, but was found by people in the world. Everyone is jealous, everyone is fighting for the white jade flute!
Qingqing's hand holding the wooden flute, along with her whole body and smile, seemed to be integrated with the dusty flute body. Ange wanted to say something, but found that in front of this person and Xiao, no one could His words seemed too pale. He simply calmed down and unsheathed his long sword, allowing the blade to reflect the pale light, which was completely reflected on his face.
With a tacit understanding, the two stepped forward at the same time, using the "Thousand Miles of Clouds Formation" and the "Stars Arrangement" move, creating a fiery red halo in the middle of the encirclement.
Hearing the sound of "zheng", Qingqing felt his arms tremble, but he still couldn't help but sigh with admiration: It is really the white jade flute reunited after a long separation! It is obviously in the soil, accompanied by sand and gravel pests, and with the rain. There were traces of dust, but there was no sign of the flute body softening or the jade bones loosening. It collided head-on with the long sword of the guest that day, and had no intention of evading it. During the resistance, it did not lose the slightest chance.
An Ge was also a little surprised. This was the first time he had faced off against the legendary indestructible white jade flute head-on in countless battles. Qingqing's face was pale and her breath was empty, but she could still stand firm on the flute.
The body is steady and motionless, and it is really close to the state of human and flute becoming one.
Seeing the long sword and wooden flute contending for a long time, the two of them invariably turned aside the surgical tools in their hands and attacked each other from the side. I saw the move in An Singer's song, called "Up and Down Unshaped", which is the move.
The long sword threw out light and shadow with great speed, forcing the enemy to stagger from left to right, making it impossible to judge the true direction of the sword. As soon as An Ge took action, he shouted that something was wrong.
Such deceptive tricks can still win in front of ordinary people, but how can they be hidden from the ears of Linghu's descendants?
The moment An Ge took action, although Qingqing had not seen all the moves of "Tianke Sword Technique", he immediately understood An Shaoxia's intention. Qingqing lowered his body and used the wooden flute to whisper "Thousands of Miles"
"Array of clouds" swept across, blocking the path of the long sword impartially. Then he supported the ground with his flute body, crossed his body, and kicked hard——
The tip of her toe hit Ange's lower abdomen without any bias, forcing her to take a few steps back and get out of the way of Qingqing. If Qingqing had gathered all her internal strength, she might have kicked her directly in the heart with this leap.
, forcing the young hero opposite to spit out a few mouthfuls of residual blood.
But even so, the disciples who were watching all understood Qing Qing's power. At this moment, everyone thought that this was just a traitor who escaped from General Shen's mansion. They never imagined that this was the traitor who escaped from General Shen's mansion a few days ago.
A disciple of the Linghu family who disappeared for no reason is a criminal in Rongshan.
Seeing that the body of the white jade flute was filled with light and shadow, dragging a long shadow under the dim moonlight, it continued to walk towards Mr. Ruo's eldest disciple step by step.