After being stunned for a few seconds, Qingqing finally realized what An Ge was going to do. She suddenly gained strength, got up and broke free from the arms of the two disciples, and was about to rush to An Ge. When Qingqing heard
When the wind blew beside him, it was already too late to turn around. One of Ren Siyuan's big hands firmly covered his mouth, and the other hand hit the Tianzong point on his back at the same time. He then reached out and wrapped his arms around her.
The body dragged itself out.
"Let go -" Qingqing wanted to yell, but in the end she just couldn't make a sound.
It wasn't until the two of them were far enough away from the big tent that Siyuan let go of his hand and took a breath: "You have so much strength now." Qingqing didn't say anything, stretched out her legs and tripped behind him, then bumped her arms and stood up.
"Long Live the Withered Vine" fell squarely on Siyuan's shoulder. Before Ren Siyuan could take a deep breath, he was thrown to the ground by Qingqing again, and his tongue almost flashed in his mouth.
"A scholar cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated. This is what your senior sister said herself! Now that the situation has changed, why are all of them..." Seeing Qingqing's voice getting louder and louder, Siyuan hurriedly said "hiss"
He gestured and lowered his voice: "Good aunt, please lower your voice quickly!"
Qingqing was filled with anger in his chest. Looking at Siyuan Na's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed, he knew that he had just pulled her away for his own good - if An Ge was allowed to take action, she might not be able to survive this morning.
Can you get up? Thinking of this, Qing Qing felt even more depressed, so she had no choice but to put her foot on the ground, raising up yellow sand and scattering it in the wind. By coincidence, the wind was blowing in the direction where Ren Siyuan was lying.
, I saw dust covering his head and face, all floating in Siyuan's mouth and nose.
Seeing his expression, Qing Qing felt somewhat apologetic. However, she did not want to pull him up. Instead, she tilted her head and remained silent.
"When I was five years old, I knew in my heart that I could not protect my master and my sisters, so I could only bring my master's white jade flute back to the mountain safely. Who would have thought that when I was sixteen, I would become the number one scholar in the eight-tone association?
We can’t save the entire Lirong Mountain... Now that the days have passed year by year, you sir have the ability to dominate the world, but I can’t even retain the skills I inherited from my master..."
The more Qing Qing talked, the more he couldn't control himself. He stood there, regardless of the yellow sand on his face, and tears streaming down his face.
Seeing this, Siyuan stood up, but for a moment he didn't know how to comfort him. This disciple who had been growing up in Tiankeju knew in his heart that if the previous leader had hatred and revenge against Qingqing, today's move would require Qingqing to change his name and surrender.
Under the Xihu sect, it is nothing more than deliberate humiliation.
With such a result, I am afraid that if it were him, he would not be able to help but hit his head against the wall and die.
What's more, Qingqing is still carrying a child - the only daughter left behind by a recently destroyed general's palace. With this child, Qingqing doesn't even have the chance to die to fulfill his integrity.
Throughout the ages, there are not a few people who have sacrificed their lives for righteousness and have lived in an ignoble way. How can it be easier to live in an ignoble way than to sacrifice their lives for righteousness?
Thinking of this, Siyuan stretched out his hand and put it tentatively on Qingqing's shoulder. Seeing that Qingqing didn't move, Siyuan took a cautious step closer and said softly: "Qingqing, your name belongs to others, but your integrity belongs to you. As long as you
If you are willing, no one can stop you from being determined even if you stay in the West Lake for a long time..." At this point, Qingqing suddenly turned around slowly, with a smile with empty eyes on her face.
Siyuan was startled by her expression. Qingqing tilted his head and said with a smile: "I forgot, that person named Linghu Qingqing fell to his death at the foot of Lirong Mountain a long time ago." After that,
, leaving Ren Siyuan alone in the same place, and he moved step by step back into the thin and hazy sand.
Early the next morning, Qingqing looked at her reflection by the spring to make sure that her expression and face were normal, and then she entered Wen Li's tent like an ordinary maid. Li Zhiyan had already taken care of the head.
After changing clothes, his flexible hands tied the belt around Wen Li's waist neatly and beautifully. When Wen Li saw Qing Qing coming, he didn't look back, but there was a hint of joking in his tone:
"Sister Lin, you worked hard last night to catch the traitor and you didn't have any rest, okay?"
Hearing this, Qingqing did not reveal the slightest displeasure. He ignored Zhiyan's questioning eyes and walked up behind Wen Li and bowed: "It is within my duty to share the worries of the master." Qingqing said this,
On the contrary, Wen Li was a little strange, with a hint of childlike irritability on his face as if his prank had failed. Then he lowered his voice and said impatiently: "Sister is now a disciple of Tiankeju, and you have to call yourself "in front of me."
"Your Majesty, you must call yourself 'disciple' in front of your husband. Why can't you remember such a simple rule?"
"Yes, your Majesty, I have remembered it."
Wen Li suddenly turned sideways, and his sharp eyes stayed on Qingqing's face like a sharp knife, and did not move for a long time. But Qingqing just maintained the curtsy posture and said nothing. Li Zhiyan saw the two of them.
In this calm but tit-for-tat look, there was only the last button left in his hand, but he couldn't help but stop the movement in his hand. It seemed that the more obedient Qingqing was on the surface, the stronger the smell of gunpowder, the more impatient he was between the two of them.
spread over time.
The headmaster narrowed his eyes and sneered: "This morning, old ministers from the Northern Desert and several Tajia kings will come to see me. My sister will follow behind the headmaster to welcome these rare and distinguished guests."
"yes."
"The Jimo family was the original head of Yiyamo, so my sister should know him."
"I know you, my minister."
"That's good." The sneer in Wen Li's brows softened, but his eyes shone brighter, "Today we have to let the people in the Northern Desert take a good look. The descendants of Lirong Mountain like my sister have already
Abandoning the dark side and surrendering to the bright side, we have surrendered to the West Lake. How about you, my king and my ministers, set an example for those stubborn people?"
"All you will do is follow the master's orders." Qing Qing also raised her eyes and showed a gentle and submissive smile.
When Li Zhiyan and Qingqing went out with head Wen Li, Qingqing realized that the current grand situation of Miyu West Lake was really not comparable to Lirong Mountain in the past. Dongshan lived in seclusion, and there was only a few heads in the mountain.
A disciple can be regarded as a sect that cannot be underestimated. And looking outside the West Lake tent, strong tents are dotted like stars in the desert, and the attendants and attendants are busy with each other, making it appear boundless.
The yellow sand boundary is actually very crowded.
When the leader goes out, there is an entourage every five steps and a guard every ten steps. They all hold their heads high and their chests high, showing their talents.
To be able to gather countless strange people under his command, Mr. Ruo must have planned ahead and put in a lot of thought. I think back when Tian Keju took these disciples to practice every day, Qing Qing and Zi Qin were still traveling around.
Uncle Master also plays chess leisurely with Xia Qi Shi.
Wen Li waved his hand and said: "There is no need for so many people to follow. Except for those from Tiankeju, everyone should go back!"
"Yes!" The guards on both sides took a step neatly, and the momentum of this step was already like shaking the earth. Then with a "crash", their swords were sheathed, and then "swiped" to the palms of their hands.
The door lowered its head and saluted. Looking around, no one in these two long queues was fast or slow, turning their heads or hesitating. The movements of these guards were uniform and clean, and their shouts were loud. They could not be practiced overnight.
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A sense of awe crept into Qing Qing's heart: "Mr. Ruo has outstanding swordsmanship and is good at running the army. If Mr. Wen has this man, why should he worry about the world not being unified and the world being uneven?"
Until Qingqing followed Wen Li and entered the main hall, the vast and serious feeling of fear still lingered. The ministers of Xihu had already been sitting on both sides. Qingqing took a look and saw that most of them were famous people in the world.
They may be important figures, or even octogenarians with gray beards and hair. Among them are not only the old West Lake sect, but many of them are descendants of Nanlin whom Qing Qing has met before.
Those people sometimes glanced quietly at Nan Jiayou who was standing under the leader's seat, and then quickly lowered their heads.
Wen Li asked these ministers from West Lake and Nanlin to calm down, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "Ask all the people from Beimo to come up!"
"Biography - Yiyamo Jimo's audience!"
"Jimo family?" Hearing the guard outside the door shouting like this, Qingqing was startled and couldn't help but look in the direction of Mr. Ruo. Ruo Dong's face was cold and he lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was not surprised by the "Jimo family".
Strange. The other heads also had such expressions. Qingqing never expected that Xihu had conquered the Northern Desert to such an extent that he no longer even called the head of Jimo by his original name?
Is it possible that there are so many Tajia kings in the Northern Desert, but not one of them stands up to oppose it?
While he was thinking about it, he saw the figure of a young girl outside the door. Jimo Yao was dressed in the traditional cyan snow color of the Northern Desert. She walked in lotus steps and looked dignified. The sleeves of the head Yao were folded, but they were already
You can see the color of the water that can be swam when the long sleeves are unfolded. In the vast wild sand, there are no clouds, and the air is dry. Most of the people coming from the water vapor of Miyu Lake have difficulty adapting. At this time, this cyanotic girl suddenly appeared among the crowd.
In front of a thirsty person, it is like moistening snow and soaking sand, and sweet spring flowing, making all the heads unable to take their eyes away.
Behind the woman was a burly man. The man glanced around the hall with a ferocious face and cold eyes. Many of the masters who looked at him avoided looking and lowered their heads.
Nan Jiayou was the only one standing in front of the leader, with a serious look on his face, looking ahead, unmoved at all.
Seeing his appearance, Qingqing felt both hatred and regret in his heart. It would be fine to say that Jiayou had forgotten the destruction of Nanlin and the grudges of Dongshan, but this was Mo Yao, and it was Qingqing who started to know her.
He almost never left Mr. Nan for even half a step. He was so inseparable back then. Didn’t Jiayou remember it at all?
Jimo Yao walked slowly to the center of the hall without squinting, and bowed politely: "I have met the head of the West Lake."
Before Wen Li could speak, he heard a "dong" sound, and the guards on both sides struck the ground with their spears: "Kneel down!"
Such momentum was already considered earth-shattering, piercing clouds and cracking rocks. But Jimo Yao didn't seem to be shocked at all, standing firmly on the spot without even swaying. Her voice was not loud, but she was very determined: "
The transverse flute of Yi Ya Mo is one of the four instruments and eight tones. Bei Mo and Xihu are both from the four instrument sects, so there is no reason to kneel down and salute."
These words were neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no trace of fear on Master Yao's face. Everyone present in Xihu couldn't help but secretly admire him when they saw it.
Seeing that Nan Jiayou was about to step forward to take action, the head of Jimo still stood there, unmoved. Wen Li coughed lightly: "That's it." Then he asked Jiayou to turn around and smiled faintly: "Jimo will never forget the past.
It is rare for the scenery of the Northern Desert to retain a bit of pride. It’s just that the world has gone through great changes, and you cannot go against the trend. You were once the head of one of the Four Weapons, so naturally you have to consider your subordinates and people in the Northern Desert and give up evil.
It is better to be kind."
After saying that, Jimo Yao subconsciously raised his head and wanted to argue, but suddenly his eyes met those of Qing Qing beside him.
I saw Linghu Qingqing, a disciple of Dongshan, standing on the other side of Wen Li with his eyes lowered. His dress and expression were no different from Wen Li's maid. The head of Yao was shocked. The words he had already spoken, suddenly
I couldn't say it, but I couldn't help but look at Qingqing one more time, for fear that I might have recognized the wrong person.
Among the four factions, only Dongshan is the least likely to lose his integrity.