As the saying goes, time waits for no one - Tianke came here to the North Desert and captured the Yi Ya Tu in one go. It was a great opportunity to regain the overall situation of Yi Ya and unite the four seas. Today's trip, the disciples divided into two groups, and the people on the road followed Yi Ya to surrender.
, go to the big and small sects and accept surrender. If anyone refuses to surrender, they will be killed immediately without asking for orders. On the other side, only An Ge, Siyuan and Qingqing sneak into the depths of the Northern Desert to secretly explore the disappearance of the Gongshu family.
The whereabouts of the descendants are kept to prevent those who are ignorant of current affairs from shaking the people's hearts.
An Ge and Si Yuan are both Mr. Ruo's most trusted and close disciples. In such a dangerous situation, the two of them have no choice but to refuse. The reason why Mr. Ruo asked An Ge to bring Lin Qing with him was simply because he knew in his heart that, except for "The Translation of Yaji"
》, Qingqing may have seen more secrets in the world than he imagined.
"In the twelfth year of Huachu, Master Yang Wei of Wuling Tomb colluded with King Taming, the most popular among the Tajia kings at that time, and gradually threatened the foundation of the leader of Jimo. Master Yang was proficient in music, and at the peak of his ability, he could even compete with his master.
Compare one to two. The Baiyinqin was made by Master Yang’s lifelong efforts, so it can do anything, as if it is a perfect magic weapon. It is a lonely and defeated instrument in the world, and it is difficult to meet an opponent."
An Ge listened and felt strange: "The Baiyin Qin was so powerful, how come it was blown up by the head of Linghu in the end?"
"The one who blew up the Baiyinqin was not Master, nor me, but Master Yang himself." When Qingqing said this, he couldn't help but paused, "Although Master Yang has two daughters in his life, both of them have talents in music and rhythm.
, but the most satisfying child in the owner's heart is still the piano that she worked so hard for. After learning that the Baiyin Qin is not invincible, the owner is immediately heartbroken and feels that her life's hard work has been useless in the end, as if it was just a dream."
So that's it... If they hadn't heard what Qing Qing said, Ange and Siyuan would not have known the reason. Siyuan couldn't help but murmured: "Those masters who seek defeat in the world are all like this. If you are invincible for a moment,
, I feel so lonely and cold. But once I lose, I can't help but question what I have learned in my life, and I wish I could destroy all my useless techniques." At this point, Siyuan couldn't help but sigh:
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."
"What's the pity?" Qingqing thought to herself after hearing what he said, and she also bowed her head and said nothing. Every time she thought of the huge flames rising into the sky and the fragments breaking into pieces, she always felt depressed and uncomfortable in her heart. But it was just so uncomfortable.
The feeling is not the "pity" mentioned by Siyuan, but more like the mutual pity, mutual respect and mutual sorrow mentioned in the book.
If one day, I also find that this white jade flute is just a useless wood-chopping stick, and the master's listening skills also have inaudible tinny sounds after all - then will Linghu Qingqing be like the Baiyin Qin?
Likewise, would you rather destroy yourself than leave a bad reputation?
"An...senior sister."
"Um?"
"Have you ever lost in a competition in your life?"
"I have lost." An Ge nodded without hesitation, "If I don't count my seniors, then among my peers, I have only lost to you."
When Qingqing heard this, she couldn't help being slightly startled, and turned to look in the direction of An Ge. However, she saw that she, Senior Sister An, looked calm and relaxed on the surface, with no sense of pride at all. At such an age, she was still among her peers.
He rarely failed, and I am afraid that only the eldest disciple of Tian Keju could do it. If it weren't for the secret poison of the Jiang family, I'm afraid if An Ge had been a few years older, he would have been invincible in the world.
And in her words, she was used to being humble, as if she didn't know what arrogance was in the world.
"What about you?" An Ge then turned his head and smiled slightly.
"I...there are so many, I can't even count them." Perhaps thinking of the same thing, the two of them fell into silence. But Qingqing hesitated and then said: "Actually, it's not a bad thing to lose a lot.
After all, there are as many magic techniques in Jianghu as the mighty rivers, and since there are specialties in the arts, victory and defeat are commonplace."
"I don't think so." After hearing this, An Ge shook his head, "When you live your whole life, you don't want to be famous, nor do you want to waste your time. You must inherit the master's secrets and carry forward the skills. That's it.
, I am a little envious of Master Yang and Baiyinqin - I found that I am not arrogant, but I also want to leave with great vigor and will never linger."
"In this way, isn't the fate of the people in the Jianghu predestined?"
"We are already in our prime, why can't we figure out the reason why we are destined?"
After hearing An Ge's words, Qing Qing lowered her head and did not answer, but she seemed to understand a hint of what Master Yang was thinking back then.
Unlike the Linghu family who was used to living in seclusion in the mountains without worries, what Yang Wei pursued in this life was the ultimate music in the world; just as An Ge in front of him cared about Tiankeju, which was Mr. Ruo's masterpiece. They walked
On the road to the arena, there is always a baggage in my heart - that baggage started as an ambition, gradually turned into a desire, and finally turned into a mass of madness in my heart.
Nan Jiayou was so crazy that he forgot everything, so why not?
But An Ge was different. Listening to the sound of the golden horse's hooves treading softly on the sand, Qing Qing unconsciously cast a look of admiration at An Ge. The disciples taught by Mr. Ruo would definitely not end up like Yang Su or Jia.
You ended up like that. Even though he was in the complicated whirlpool of power in Miyu West Lake, disciples of Tiankeju did not dare to forget their true intentions.
At least, Qing Qing wants to believe so.
The sun in the desert was scorching, but the three of them could not find any shade. The two horses An Ge and Si Yuan rode were accustomed to walking on the hard stone road. Now stepping on the sand, it felt like
It was undoubtedly trapped in the swamp. However, after a while, the tall brown and black horse under Siyuan's seat tilted its body, let out a long roar, and almost threw its owner off the horse.
Siyuan hurriedly turned over and jumped off the horse. When he looked closely, he saw that the crooked horse's hoofs were sunk deeply into the soft sand. He pulled hard, causing the horse to neigh in pain and tremble all over. "That's it." Siyuan sighed, "We're gone."
It's good to take a break for half a day. I'll go around and see if there's anything I can do to get this horse's hoof out."
Ange and Qingqing also turned over and dismounted. The horse's eyes were twitching in pain, so Ange had no choice but to slowly stroke its neck and let it lie down dragging its bent leg.
Seeing Siyuan's figure gradually getting smaller, and presumably unable to hear the conversation between the two, An Shaoxia turned his head, looked at Qingqing, and said mysteriously: "We got married the day before yesterday, is General Nan good to you?"
Qingqing smiled coldly: "Are you watching?"
Hearing this, An Ge thought to himself, "Sure enough," and couldn't help rolling her eyes gently: "Looking at the way you two walked in, those who didn't know would have thought that it was the general who divorced you." Qing Qing endured it.
He couldn't help but curl up his lips: "If you want to divorce him, it's me who divorces him. Besides, this is a marriage contract given by the master. Which one of us has the courage?"
Hearing this, An Ge couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Then he came close to Qing Qing and asked in a low voice:
"What if the head of the family asks you in the future and says that you two have had no heirs for a long time?"
"Whatever you want." Qing Qing snorted, "The master can only control the marriage, but can he also control other people's sexual pleasures?"
An Ge nodded slightly and said no more, but there was a slight feeling of sympathy in his heart. Qingqing was right about this matter - the head Wen forced two enemies to get married, so that the world could watch the excitement.
, is it necessary to force the two of them to treat each other sincerely?
It's just a pity that Lin Qing, who had a great youth, fell into it like this.
At this moment, An Ge suddenly remembered something and was about to speak, but saw Qing Qing suddenly make a low-pitched gesture, and then said:
"listen."
An Shaoxia was puzzled: "What are you listening to?"
"Right in front, towards the direction of the rising sun, someone made a move."
Siyuan! Looking around, he was indeed missing. Not only was he alone, but he had met someone from the Northern Desert... Thinking of this, the two of them looked at each other and did not dare to delay. They each got on their horses and hurriedly
They hurriedly ran towards the direction where the sound of fighting came from. Only the lame horse was left lying there alone. No matter how much it neighed, the two of them never looked back.
The closer he got, the more intense the sound of the fight became. But Qingqing gradually noticed something was wrong: the sound of sharp swords clashing was not the tough long sword of Xihu, but more like polished fine steel. Could it be that the sound in front of him was sharp?
Is the one who did this really a descendant of Yiyamo who has not yet surrendered? Thinking of this, Qingqing couldn't help but urge the golden horse, and he immediately ran ahead of An Ge.
Just when a man and a horse were only a few steps away from the sword and sword shadow, Qingqing took a closer look and was shocked. He couldn't help but tighten the reins of the golden horse, causing the golden horse to suddenly raise its front hooves and roar loudly.
The inseparable people clearly heard the movement here, but no one dared to be distracted by it. Only the person surrounded in the middle glanced this way——
The complex look in his eyes was mixed with a bit of sadness.
Qingqing just stopped where he was, looking at more than a dozen typical Northern Desert men, tall and burly, five big and three thick, each holding a scimitar, surrounding a man in white in the center. Looking at those men from a distance, their muscles were still bulging,
It has sharp edges and corners, but it is obviously a little less energetic than a few years ago.
Today's Bei Mo is just a vassal of Miyu Xihu. It no longer has the majesty of using all Yi Ya's strength to celebrate the birthday of King Taming.
If you look carefully, you can see that the men's siege is not random and blocking, but rather coordinated. They understand each other tacitly and have a tacit understanding. If the man in white only identifies one person as his opponent, the two people around him will immediately step forward to help.
, while the men surrounding him turned a blind eye and showed no signs of panic. Qingqing saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but admire him——
Although Bei Mo is becoming increasingly decadent and was taken into his pocket by Wen Li. However, the skills and techniques of these men have not deteriorated at all. On the contrary, they have improved quite a lot and have discovered the secret of how to cooperate with each other. The rest of the men seem cold and cold.
He was ruthless and refused to help his imprisoned comrades; in fact, he was trying to maintain the encirclement and avoid being caught by the man in the middle.
It is not easy for others to compete one-on-one with a Northern Desert man, let alone being trapped in such an airtight formation.
Qingqing watched the man in white for a long time, but until the man in white had uneven breath and beads of sweat on his forehead, he showed no intention of stepping forward to help. Linghu Qingqing didn't know when Nan Jiayou followed him.
If Jiayou died here like this, it would save Qingqing a lot of trouble. Wen Li could no longer blame this funny engagement in name only, and he wouldn't have to see Jiayou's amnesiac innocent face every day, which made him
Constantly struggling with hatred and guilt.
Today's fight was like God's will, giving Qing Qing a rare chance to get what he wanted.
Unexpectedly, Nan Jiayou seemed to be much stronger than what Qingqing had seen before. Even though he had forgotten the techniques he had learned, the internal power brought by the "Fan Ya Ji" and the Baiyin Qin were profound.
In his veins. Seeing that he was panting and about to fall, he turned the long sword around and seemed to stab a man in the eyes. At the same time, he suddenly raised it and used the reverse hilt to hook the man behind him.
Lower abdomen.
That is still the "avoiding sharp awns" in Nanlin's famous score.