In desperation, King Taji sighed heavily and loosened his hand little by little. Seeing that most of the inner strength in his palm had been released, Qingqing suddenly pushed hard on the palm of his left hand, then rotated his right hand and sat far away on both sides.
The people on the side were almost unaware of it, but in the blink of an eye, Qingqing had already changed the direction of the wooden box.
Now, the mechanism with hundreds of flying knives was aimed at Yi Ya and the two of them.
The moment Jimo and the man's eyes met, Qingqing's heart tightened, wondering if there was a secret door in the box filled with maps. After all, if the kings of the Northern Desert did not surrender sincerely and came to the West Lake
The two people in front of the leader just raised their hands and could use this mechanism to take the important ministers of West Lake and even the leader as hostages.
Tiankeju's body search was quite strict, so before the two entered the tent, they must not be able to hide any bright swords on their bodies. The only ones that could be used as magic weapons were the long sleeves of Jimo's leader, and they kept one of their own.
A way back.
Looking at the big tent, the only place where any sharp weapon could be hidden was the wooden box containing the map.
Qingqing remained calm, holding the box in the palm of his hand, staring blankly at their faces, trying to observe the reactions of the two visitors from the Northern Desert. Sure enough, he saw the Northern Desert King's expression was ferocious, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly.
——It seems that this surrender is by no means a simple act of surrender. These sect leaders and kings who have not yet experienced the power of Tian Keju are afraid that none of them have good intentions.
"That's good." Qingqing smiled coldly in his heart. He just wanted to join forces to turn Miyu West Lake upside down.
Thinking of this, maybe Qingqing didn't notice it herself. She held the box and turned around, leaving the two of them with a meaningful smile. Qingqing's smile seemed to have some tricks hidden in it, but it couldn't stop the smile.
His hazy tearful eyes emitted an elusive light.
The moment he looked at Linghu Qingqing, Jimo Yao was stunned for a moment, and then he regained consciousness, sweat pouring out from his palms. With that smile, the head of Jimo already understood - this is the orphan of the Linghu family
A disciple will never exhaust what he has learned in his life and succumb to the West Lake.
With this thought in his mind, even Mo Yao couldn't help but smile lightly.
Even if this person cannot be brought back to the Northern Desert, as long as she is not used by West Lake, that is enough.
Now that he had obtained the box, Qing Qing turned around and walked steadily. Just as he stepped onto the high platform with one foot, he heard two "cough cough" sounds, which seemed to come from diagonally behind him.
When he turned around, it turned out that it was Nan Jiayou who was staring at the box in his hand, coughing softly, as if to indicate that he should not move lightly.
Could it be that Mr. Nan has completely forgotten all the past events and cannot forget that Qing Qing should not be allowed to take all the credit in front of his master?
When Qingqing saw this, he felt helpless and sneered in his heart. The eldest descendant of the Nan family, if we ignore the incident of snatching the wooden flute and killing his senior sister, he is still an opponent that Qingqing respects in his heart.
.After all, Nan Jiayou was one of the few people who could catch his "three-pointer" palm on the Xuantan.
Once this palm is used, one's life-long skills will be exhausted, and most likely he will die covered in blood like his master Linghu Zishu. When Qingqing was sixteen years old, after all, his internal strength was shallow and his skills were not solid, so he was unable to use it.
Only with all your strength can the senior sisters snatch a life back.
In this life, I am afraid that I will only have the last chance to use the "Three Points into the Wood" palm.
Thinking to herself, Qingqing's mind was occupied by the past in just a short moment. Looking at Jiayou's delicate but resolute face in front of her, Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little disgust in her heart——
In just a few days, I have learned clearly the methods of fighting for power and gain in Miyu Lake!
Although he was somewhat displeased in his heart, Qing Qing did not care about the little credit that the head of West Lake would reward him afterwards. So with a calm expression as usual, he took a step away from the high platform and handed the wooden box to General Nan. However, there was something
To Qingqing's surprise, Jiayou did not take the box from his hand and hand it over, but instead held the wooden box firmly in his hand.
Then he raised it up and down, winking at Qingqing, as if to ask Qingqing to open it.
Could it be that Jiayou on the side of the high platform also saw clearly the exchange of looks between the head of Jimo and his Ta family king just now? Seeing the serious look on Jiayou's face now, Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little nervous. If there really is someone in this box
Agency, those two are so close to it, what should they do?
Seeing that the situation around her did not allow her to hesitate, Qingqing had no choice but to take a deep breath, reach out her hand, and place it gently on the somewhat heavy box. On the top of the box, engraved was a long and smooth flute. This flute Qingqing only
I have seen it in a book. It is said that its flute sound is clear and its power penetrates the clouds, stopping those who hear it. Almost subconsciously, Qingqing raised his head and exchanged a look with Nan Jiayou. Jiayou's face was solemn, and his fingers were trembling slightly, which was obviously the same.
I'm nervous about whether there is any scary mechanism in this box.
With a "pop" sound, the lid of the box was suddenly opened, and a rolled-up ink-colored picture lay quietly inside.
Although the scroll was tucked into a ball, the faint ink stains on the back of the paper could already be identified. This was an authentic map that outlined the endless sand and rocks in Beiyi Crow Desert. Qing Qing
I have never gone deep into the Northern Desert, but only have a superficial understanding of sand mountains and temples. Therefore, looking at the back of this drawing, I can't help but have some doubts in my heart——
Will Jimo Yao really hand over the overall situation of Yi Ya into the hands of the younger Wen Li?
While thinking, I suddenly saw a drop of water falling on the drawing inadvertently, soaking a small ink mark. Looking up, I saw Nan Jiayou gritting his teeth, his brows twisted in pain, and his expression looked more like
What was he holding back? Before Qingqing could speak, he heard Jiayou whisper intermittently:
"It's nothing serious. You...just go up quickly."
Although Qing Qing had doubts in his heart, he did not want to spend too much time caring about the young master of the Nan family and the servant of West Lake. He simply turned his head and acted as if nothing had happened. He took out the map from the box and held it in one hand.
Holding it in the palm of his hand, he stepped up the stairs to the high platform step by step. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, Qingqing suddenly felt something dripping on the instep of his feet, soaking the cloth, and even felt a little warm.
When he lowered his head, there was a little red blood.
Qing Qing just glanced at the blood stains on his shoes with his peripheral vision, but had no intention of looking back. He still walked to Wen Li step by step. At this time, he didn't even need to look back to guess what was inside the wooden box.
what happened.
At this moment, Linghu Qingqing has never seen the power of the small flying knife in the North Desert. Even so, the mechanism under the box can be easily guessed. I just feel that it is no wonder that the small wooden box is
It's so heavy, I'm afraid what's hidden inside isn't a silver needle, but a dart or something like that.
It wasn't until the moment the box was opened that Qing Qing immediately understood that the four sides of the box were engraved with four flutes, which were different ways to open the wooden box. It wasn't until he saw the structure inside the box clearly that he understood.
If you open the side with a hidden weapon, someone present will definitely die.
Fortunately, the long curved flute didn't seem to cause anything strange.
Except for the drop of blood that fell from Jiayou's palm held under the wooden box.
"Master Wen." Jimo Yao raised his head without being humble or arrogant, and said in a deep voice, "This picture is the 'Yi Crow Picture', which has been guarded by the Jimo clan in the Northern Desert for generations, and has been passed down to this day without any damage. In front of the master.
What you see is exactly the picture that the ancestor of Nanlin, the beggar girl, presented to Emperor Wenkang when she traveled to the Northern Desert."
Hearing this, Wen Li's eyes lit up: "Is this the 'Yi Crow Picture' from back then?"
Jimo closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath: "Exactly."
After saying that, Head Wen couldn't wait to unfold the picture of the crow on the table. Rumors in the world said that during the era of Emperor Wen Kang, the people in the Northern Desert were uncivilized and uncivilized, and their behavior was no different from that of savages. The emperor asked several times
He once wanted to send troops to conquer the country, but the people in West Lake were good at boats but not horses. In addition, there were frequent yellow sand storms in the desert, so that the emperor returned from many expeditions without success.
At that time, among the three ministers, the beggar girl felt that her achievements were not as good as the other two, so she volunteered and went into the hinterland of the Northern Desert alone, where she lurked for three years, eating and sleeping with the wild men of the Northern Desert.
After going through many difficulties and dangers, he drew a map of the entire Yiya Desert and presented it to Emperor Wenkang.
It was precisely because of this picture that the beggar girl, together with Mo Chen and Nan Shuo, became one of the three ministers of the Wen Dynasty.
Wen Li spread the long scroll completely in front of him, with the edges on both sides raised. Li Zhiyan carefully took the paperweight and pressed it on it. Wen's white fingers were constantly observing and caressing the picture.
It seems that he has already imagined what it would be like to lead his troops to conquer the entire Northern Desert.
Qingqing stood aside, watching his happy expression quietly, thinking to himself——
It would look like the bones were exposed and the people were in dire straits.
"That's all." Wen Li raised his head, with a look of joy on his face. When he spoke to the two people who had returned to the Northern Desert, his tone became much lighter, "Jimo is willing to present his ancestor's 'Yi Crow Picture' to Li.
I feel very relieved. From today on, I also ask Mr. Ruo to arrange the return of the Jimo leader and the kings. We must not hurt the people and be lenient in everything."
"Yes." Ruo Dong stood up, saluted and accepted the order.
Now the Jimo family also bowed gracefully and lowered his eyes. There was no trace of anger or displeasure in his eyes. Seeing that the figures of the two people from Beimo were about to disappear into the dispersed crowd, Qingqing ignored the smoke and shouts around him and mentioned
skirt, took a step forward and chased after him.
The maid's clothes were very restrictive, and Qingqing had no strength to begin with. As she ran, she fell further and further away. Qingqing saw that there were fewer and fewer people around, but the back of the leader of Jimo was gradually submerged in the yellow sand.
Without caring about anything else, he quickly shouted: "Jimo!"
Jimo Yao turned his head, smiled, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Long time no see, Linghu."
Qingqing didn't stop for a step, only feeling the rough sand being blown by the wind on his face, causing pain. While running, his sleeve seemed to be torn, but Qingqing had no time to pay attention, but he didn't even take a step.
Dare to stop and rush towards him, staggered and almost fell into the arms of the leader of Jimo.
After being able to stabilize his body, Qingqing gasped for air and raised his head to look at Jimo's face. Their eyes met each other.
If Dongshan and Beimo had not suffered such a catastrophe, the two of them would have met with a certain degree of tension. I am afraid that Jimo Yao never dreamed that he had previously helped Tiankeju to attack Rongshan. But at this moment,
But together with the Linghu family in front of him, he became a fallen person in the world.
When the two met at this time, they felt quite sympathetic to each other.
After a moment of silence, Jimo lowered his head and smiled, then spoke first: "The last time I saw Young Hero Linghu, I looked around and found no rival." Qingqing heard the meaning of her words, and smiled calmly and bitterly: "That Linghu Qing
Sir, I fell to my death at the foot of Lingdeng Cliff in Lirong Mountain a long time ago."