Qingqing saw that Yue Chuan had gone somewhere, and only his master and General An were left sitting aside, idly looking at the scene of the frost pond in the daytime. Thinking that his long-separated master was nearby, Qingqing couldn't help but feel that he
My little heart began to thump and beat.
At the foot of the hillside, the shouts of the disciples gradually became more and more lively. I saw the crowd crowding around a strong old man with a stooped back. He walked towards the Tanxin Pavilion with a spring breeze on his face. The old man greeted the disciples of various sects while walking.
Slowly, waiting for three or four maids to hug him from left to right, and carefully help him to a gold and wood chair engraved with floral reliefs.
Seeing the old man's waist hanging with a white chi, Qing Qing thought to himself that this was the master of Nan Xiao from Nan Sui Qiong Lin.
Just as he was wondering about the whereabouts of the head wife Jiang Suyi, suddenly another familiar figure came into view. Different from the bustling scene of Nanxiao, Wenxian was only accompanied by a winter flute, and her long hair was loosely tied, leisurely strolling by the pond in the snow.
On the ground, he looked like a young disciple seeing the world for the first time.
Seeing that neither An Yu nor Ling Feng noticed him, Qingqing walked through the crowd, mixed in with the disciples coming and going, and walked up behind Wen Xian: "Qingqing, the fox of Lirong Mountain, has met the leader Wen of West Lake." He said.
After that, he bowed his head to the ground and bowed deeply.
I thought that Wen Xian turned around and gave a symbolic smile, but it was inevitable. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wen and Mr. Ruo looked at each other, as if they had been burned by freshly cooked sweet potatoes, and they were really frightened.
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"Qing Qing?" Seeing the Linghu girl staring silently, Wen Xian finally spoke, "Where are your uncle and aunt?"
Upon hearing this, Qingqing's heart skipped a beat. He knew that nine out of ten of his guesses were correct, so he raised his chin and asked, "How does the master know that the master is not with his disciples?"
Ruo Dong's right hand quietly pressed on the hilt of the Yin Yang Sword. Wen Xian smiled and sighed: "I should have told you earlier that the Eight Music Club cannot allow disciples named Linghu to participate now."
"Really?" Qing Qing couldn't hold back his sneer after all, "The master told me where the master is, and the disciple left immediately."
When Wen Xian saw Qing Qing lingering, he glared at her angrily and was about to leave with a flick of his sleeves. Unexpectedly, Qing Qing suddenly took a step forward and grabbed Master Wen's sleeve: "Where is Master Linghu?!"
Qingqing raised his voice for a moment, and with the practice of martial arts on the mountain, his basic internal strength skills were very solid. This shout attracted many idle people to stop and look over. Nan Jianing, who was following his father, heard the sound and rushed over.
Seeing Qing Qing, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide: "Is it Miss Lin?"
"Her surname is not Lin." Wen Xian said coldly, "She is a descendant of the Linghu family of Lirong Mountain."
When Nan Jianing heard this, he was immediately in a dilemma. Maybe he remembered Qing Qing's rescue of Mr. Wen Li, so Jianing whispered a few words in Wen Xian's ear. Master Wen seemed to be shocked.
A mask, after listening silently, still turned to Qing Qing: "Leave here first. Your master's affairs, head Xian Yunan..."
Before he finished speaking, a familiar animal bone fan suddenly placed on Qingqing's shoulder: "No need to leave, it's right here."
Kong Yuechuan folded the folding fan with a "pop" sound: "Since the head of Linghu is not here, I will take over from the end and recommend Lin'er to participate." Before Wen Xian could lay out the familiar unwritten rule, Yuechuan followed up with another
Said: "Please tell me, the leader, what are the 'four instruments and eight sounds' in the Eight Music Society?"
Even babies who are still in their infancy know that "Eastern Qin, Western Zheng, Nanxiao, and Beidi" are famous like thunder.
At this moment, when he looked at Wen Xian, who had always been kind, the anger in his heart was already evident on his face.
The faces of all the disciples suddenly hardened, and they did not even dare to take a breath. They were silently thinking about how General Kong's huge offense would end. Somehow, in the middle of the chaotic crowd, a path suddenly opened up.
At the beginning of the road, a young man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back, carrying his delicate white hair behind his back, striding towards the wind, and the end of the road faced Qingqing directly.
After staring at it for a long time, the face of the young man in white was very similar to the Nan Jianing I had seen before, except that there was a black mole missing between the eyebrows. In this moment, blue fireworks, a horse chase, and a clear soul falling into the water...
The picture scroll finally unfolded in the memory, shaking the sparks of hatred in Qingqing's heart.
The young man also looked at her silently with similar eyes. After a while, he suddenly said: "There is no need for Master Wen to persuade you to leave. The grudges that have lasted for ten years should be understood this time."
The crowd suddenly exploded like boiling water: Nan Jiayou, who had been mute for more than ten years, spoke the first words he had buried deep in his heart.
Several disciples of the sect who were good friends with Nan Lin were so shocked that their eyes almost popped out.
Yue Chuan put his arms around Qingqing's shoulders, and suddenly felt that his hot body was trembling slightly under his warm palm. He was afraid that Qingqing would say something youthful and angry again, and it would end badly. So he smiled gracefully and said: "I'll see you on the court then.
"After that, he turned around and pulled Qing Qing away from the crowd.
"In the eleventh year of Huachu, in the Qiongnan Forest, the ancient eight-note tune was the beginning of the four instruments. The first test of the eight-note society was held in the frost and snow melt cave. Ten people with outstanding skills and skills who could pass through the cave were selected.
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He didn't know why, but Qingqing was already surrounded by darkness. When entering the cave, Qingqing took a deep breath as long as possible, and then got mixed in with the enthusiastic flow of hundreds of disciples and fell into the endless flow of people in the cave.
Under the darkness. The name of this place is "Frost Snow Cave" - this is what Yue Chuan told himself in his hazy memory.
If there is one thing here that wants to swallow up Qing Qing, it is - "water".
Extremely pure and extremely cold, extremely clear and extremely icy water. Qingqing grew up in high mountains and deep valleys. No matter how steep and smooth the cliff is, it cannot compete with the ink-dyed "brush formation Qinggong". It can be said that Qingqing is strange.
Already at the age of more than fifteen but not yet sixteen, he has seen all kinds of music and temperament techniques in the world, but he has never learned the nature of water.
The water in the pool was cold to the bone. Qingqing held her breath and tried to open her eyes and look up.
The dark water was endless, with only a faint gleam of light passing through the ice far above, dazzling. Without any explanation, Qingqing climbed up the ice bank beside the pool, using her hands and feet to climb up.
The outer corner of his clothes was entangled with water plants. Qingqing didn't care at all. He just thought of tearing it apart while climbing up. Unexpectedly, he couldn't pull it away. He tried to jump up again, but half of his body suddenly tilted.
He fell, cutting his hand on the sharp corner of the ice bank, and fell back to the bottom of the pool in an instant.
The further down you go, the already bone-chilling temperature of the water becomes even colder. She reached out and pounced hard, but the power around her disappeared without a trace. Seeing that she was about to spit out most of her body in one breath, Qingqing started to tremble and struggled.
Then, move towards the shore.
After struggling for a long time, Qingqing found that he was already floating in the pool. There was frost, snow and water everywhere, and he couldn't even touch any solid ice.
Hot tears streaked down her cheeks, and Qingqing suddenly burst into tears. However, she couldn't cry, couldn't cry...Everywhere she looked was darkness, and even the rushing tears were snatched away drop by drop by the cold temperature of the pool.
Qingqing closed her eyes and wanted to let out the breath she was holding.
"no."
Wen Ruqingming's voice quietly came to mind in her ears. There was a roaring sound under the water, and even the sound of beating near the water surface could not be heard clearly. But this quietly approaching voice was so familiar that Qingqing couldn't help but hold back her breath again. return.
"Qing Qing, listen carefully."
Following the guidance of the sound, Qingqing calmed down, regardless of the pain of suffocation that was about to burst her chest, she concentrated on her ears and silently listened to the underwater melody - Gong, Zheng, Yu!
The song of the Ice Pond slowly floated into Qingqing's heart. Like the vast strong wind entwining in the bamboo forest, the morning light on Lirong Mountain once again occupied Qingqing's eyes. It was like practicing hard in seclusion on the top of the mountain for ten years, surrounding Qingqing. Qing's surge gradually condensed into a sound array of strings, singing a song of frost pool for the stranger who intruded rashly.
Palace, corner! The piano array gradually began to rotate in Qingqing's heart... I saw the wooden flute standing up, Qingqing pressed down on the water waves with all his strength, and pulled himself out of the mud at the bottom of the pool with a "Long Live Withered Vine" gesture .
The warm water covered the whole body again. Compared with the bottom of the pool, the icy spring in the center of the pool was already like a hot bath. Qingqing, who had been depressed for a long time, finally couldn't restrain himself, took a long breath, and rushed to the surface of the pool with all his strength. go.
As her frozen legs struggled to kick out, at the critical moment, another stream of water suddenly hit her, weighing down Qingqing's whole body. Before she could look back, Qingqing felt that her delicate neck was suddenly covered by water plants. The thing entangled him, and he was forced to open his mouth wide, and a large mouthful of ice water instantly poured into his stomach.
At this time, Qingqing no longer cared about orderly moves, waving his hands wildly, but his body sank toward the lead stone, and he saw himself getting further and further away from the light on the surface of the pool.
The tight stranglehold was still wrapped around his neck, and the cold water in his nose poured into his body. His vision was blurry, and just when Qingqing was about to be unable to open his eyes, he suddenly felt a sudden movement on his side. The violent blow forced Qingqing to hold her lower abdomen and roll around like a ball under the water.
In an instant, two hands touched Qingqing's waist at the same time - the white jade flute.
In addition to Qingqing's numb fingers from the cold, the power in the other hand seemed to be hundreds of thousands of times stronger than Qingqing's. The still hard wooden flute stood upright and swayed unsteadily at the bottom of the vast pool. Qingqing riveted After exerting all my strength, I felt the sound holes on the flute slipping from my fingertips one by one, and the silence fell into the water. Hot tears could not help but well up in my eyes again.
"Remember -" the voice of tea came again, "tears and temper are never powerful skills..."
Hearing the master's words, Qingqing cried even more fiercely. Seeing that there was only the last piece of the flute left in his hand, Qingqing screamed wildly in his heart: "Otherwise, why would Linghu's thousands of disciples have been practicing hard for generations? What is it for!"
At the same time, Muxiao let go of his hand, dressed in white and ran towards the flash of light, leaving himself to fall into the bottom of the pool again.
For some unknown reason, the water at the bottom of the pool suddenly warmed up and rushed to wrap around Qingqing. The bottom of the pool was so beautiful... there were flying osmanthus flowers, pink skirts of spiritual lamps, and Master's jade-like flowers. The back view of playing the piano, and the colorful Lirong Mountain with its distinct four seasons.
"Qing Qing, wait for the master to come back."
It was still the warm warm tea that suddenly enveloped his cold body. His heart, which had almost fallen into a deep sleep, started beating again at this call.
"Master!" Regardless of the cooling around him, Qingqing suddenly woke up and let the ice wave pierce his frozen fingertips again. At this moment, the ice and snow of Wuming Valley and the sea tide of Lirong Mountain surged in Qingqing's heart again.
Pass. Master, the disciples of Linghu who established Rongshan never wanted to die in the mud of Frost Pond thousands of miles away from home!
Qingqing bit her lips, closed her eyes and ran towards the white jade flute and the sunshine on the land.
It was obviously icy and snowy at noon, but it was so hot that everyone on the bank was sweating profusely. No one knew whether the people on the bank were more nervous at this moment, or the people underwater were more frightened.
No one uttered a word in the calm ice pool. Whether it became famous or died at the bottom of the pool, the ancient frost pool may have been tempered by thousands of years of silence. No matter how the blazing sun urged it, it remained silent.
It was in this scorching silence that a gentle tapping sound came from under the ice: "Dong, dong, dong!"
Needless to say, the disciples who were the first to enter the cave and enter the water were about to break out of the ice. As if the trapped animals that had been imprisoned for many years had finally gained permanent freedom, the bored heads of the various factions stood up one after another and rushed to look at the surface of the pool.
Looking for the direction from which the sound came.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Even Nan Xiao, who was deeply sunk into the maid's arms, couldn't help but lean out from the pillow at this moment, stared at the white ice and snow, and swallowed.
There was only a "crash" sound, and a light blue water dragon flying straight up exploded through the ice and burst out of the sky. Suddenly, a large spray of water was released from the cracked ice hole. The spray spit out ice beads, scattered in all directions, towards
The crowd rushed over. The water in the empty pool condensed again and the smoke dispersed. The boy in white used his white hat to support the ground and slowly stood up——
"good!"
The crowd roared like firecrackers in spring, bursting with joy in an instant. Even the 70-year-old man sitting under the tree had no idea where he got the strength to stand up suddenly, even as the crowd cheered.
Wen Xian stood up and came to Nan Xiao's side to applaud: "Congratulations to Master Nan, Jiayou has been ranked first in the first competition!"
"You're talking nonsense." Nan Xiao couldn't help waving her hands, but she couldn't hide the pride on her face, "You are fooling around, it's embarrassing!"
Not as happy as the crowd, only the familiar "dong dong" sound was heard again.
Different from Jiayou's ice-breaking, the sound this time was like an avalanche in the mountains, a subtle and quiet sound. When the ice was silent and silent, a huge gap had been torn open. Immediately after the ice flower broke through the water, a young girl stood up.
When it came out, it flew to the ice in a spin.
The girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, her cold long sleeves were hanging wetly on the ice, and her frozen little face was still flushed.
Who is this? For a moment, people big and small, old and young, all whispered to each other. Nan Xiao and Wen Xian carefully observed the girl's reddish cheeks, but they couldn't find it in their memory.
I saw the young girl closing her long sleeves, taking a step forward and holding a fist, with a childish look but a loud voice: "Jimo Yao, the leader of Beiyi Crow Desert, is here to pay tribute to all the seniors!"
Hearing the words "Yiya Mo", the crowd rushed towards the pool: Grandpa Changqiang from the Xihu An family almost narrowed his eyes like embroidery needles and plucked a bunch of beards and stood there stunned; the colorful girl from Ruixin Tower even painted
Even though she wore a heavy layer of makeup, she couldn't hide her complexion, which turned blue and white. The men and women of the Nanlin Jiang clan frowned and gritted their teeth, eager to rush forward immediately and devour this delicate little girl alive and peel her into pieces...
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No one could have imagined that after Jimo Heng, the head of the Northern Desert, died of a sudden illness, he was left with a young child.
Where Nan Jiayou landed, it was not far from Jimo Yao. When Jiayou saw his own house, the onlookers at other houses were all turning into a pot of boiling porridge. However, Jiayou reacted quickly. He turned around immediately and bowed calmly: "Nan Jiayou
Nan Jiayou, a disciple of Lin, has met the head of Jimo."
Miss Yao's face turned red. Before she could reply to the greetings, she felt a crack under her feet, and the familiar "dong dong" sound suddenly came again. When they heard the faint sound of the ice, everyone immediately recovered from the shock just now and started over.
Curious: I wonder whose disciple wants to be the third one to break the ice and compete for the title of third overall in this first game?
Different from the thrilling moment when the two of them came out of the water, the third person was just average. A lot of ice particles flew out on the ice and opened an ice hole with sparkling water. The black figure jumped up, soaking wet.
An Yu finally emerged from the water.
General Xiao Hei looked around and saw General Kong and layman Sang Ju on the side of the pond. He couldn't help but wave. When he saw the two of them looking over at the same time, he couldn't help but lower his head and smiled shyly on his black face.
At this point, the first place winner, the second place winner, and the third place winner in the first "Frost Snow Cave" competition have their own places.
The fourth boy who broke out of the ice was Jianing of the Nan clan from Shattered Qionglin. Perhaps it was because of the traces of hidden threads that people could not find Jianing until an ice floe as wide as a thick log surged up.
Dressed in white.
Immediately after the fifth person came out of the water, people only saw a small piece of round ice cut neatly, like an egg gesturing to cut open. Although the water under the ice was visible, there was no movement. Then there was an egg.
The surprisingly small palm touched the ice, and the sheep's voice immediately penetrated the pond: "Brother Jianing, give me a hand!"
It turned out to be Wen Qing, the daughter of Wen Xian, and the little sister of Wen Li, who was only over six years old this year.
When everyone saw these children, they were not afraid of the wind and snow and competed underwater with hundreds of young people. They couldn't help but be amazed and awed, and they applauded in unison.
Before Wen Qing could stand firm, he suddenly heard two ice pillars bursting straight into the sky from the left and right sides of the Kuantan ice surface. The floating ice fragments scattered in all directions, raising two water droplets of about the same height on the left and right, and then appeared
Two girls with almost identical body shapes came: the girl in orange on the left had bright makeup, standing on the ice, and could not help but raise the corners of her mouth; the girl in yellow on the right had delicate features, but her gaze was like a torch, and she slightly tilted her head in the direction of the girl in orange.
go.
Atai and Ayue from Ruixin Tower tied for sixth and seventh place.
After the seven people got out of the water, everyone waited for a long time. It was not until one and a half sticks of incense were burned, and the clouds on the horizon were dyed with color, that the eighth thump of the ice-breaking sound came belatedly. I saw clothes flying high at the broken ice.
, the figure flashed slightly, and a water column three or four feet high was thrown into the air, and immediately condensed and crashed down.
Looking at the ice pool, it turned out that a colorful hair crown with long tassels was wrapped around the girl's head. It happened to be stuck in the center of the ice floe, leaving the girl with her mouth open in the water, unable to get up or down.
Jiayou, who was not far away, had already recognized the woman. Although he didn't know whether the rules of the competition allowed him to help at this time, he just saw Jianing and had already pulled Wen Qing over. What's more, once the ice solidified again, the ups and downs of the woman would
He was going to die here... Without thinking too much, he walked towards the five-color golden crown.
Unexpectedly, Jimo Yao took the lead and held his long sleeves forward: "Sister, I'll pull you up."
The woman with the colorful crown was so nervous that she finally waited for a piece of broken ice. She jumped up and reluctantly stood up. Before she could stand firmly, she was tripped by the slippery pair of red cloud-colored jade shoes under her feet, and she said "Ah yo"
, and immediately fell towards the huge ice surface.
Watching the woman slipping on the arm of the head of Jimo, the expensive jade shoes flew out of a graceful arc, falling back into the puddle on the surface of the pool. Water splashed, and guests came one after another.
I couldn't help it, and finally burst into laughter.
Nan Xiao frowned. This woman in colorful clothes is the niece of his wife Jiang Suyi, named Jiang Chenbi.
The laughing crowd was in chaos, and the tense atmosphere that had been tense all day finally became a little livelier. Among the crowd, only Kong Yuechuan and Mo Lingfeng could not laugh. Only the last two of the ten candidates were left.
The sky was gloomy and the water in the pool was even colder. Whether you were selected or not was the next best thing, but if Qingqing had a problem underwater... Yue Chuan secretly pinched himself, opened his eyes wide, and held tightly the seal with "
The animal fracture fan of "good luck and good luck".