The warm sun was mixed with the cold wind, and the gauze covered a soft grassland. Nan Jianing's slender fingers jumped in the morning light, and the thick calluses on the fingertips were full of invisible hidden threads floating in the air.
Qingqing was not in a hurry and hid aside. He leaned over and the black and white twins flashed out from the flying green sleeves.
Jianing stared at the opponent's moves, concentrating on his hands. This was a kind of dexterity unique to Dongshan, which continued to emanate from Qingqing. The three or four variegated chess pieces were coming very urgently. Where Jianing raised his hand,
Just like an immortal pointing at his fingertips, all black and white fall away. The double image that flashes forward with the tiptoes is exactly the same as the "Rongxiu Fist" seen on the top of the mountain.
The profile in front of him turned quickly, and the rough face scarred by the winter sun did not have almond-shaped eyes.
Perhaps there was no suspense in this scene, and the crowd of spectators was sparse, and everyone yawned one after another. Only Wen Xian was among the last ones, with a cold and stern look, trying to figure out some secret.
The invisible thread was already flying in front of her eyes, but Qingqing did not dodge at all. It wasn't until she landed on the ground that she spun around, and a familiar "thousand-mile formation of clouds" touched Jianing's heart, and then she barely managed to avoid the quiet wind.
Ruo Dong saw it strangely: "Master, if you keep trying so hard to support me, Miss Linghu will definitely lose."
Wen Xian shook his head: "Sir, why is it that every time Mr. Nan takes the initiative to attack, Qing Qing intercepts him?"
Hearing this, Ruo Dong looked at the field again. It was clear that the slight wind was about to strangle Qingqing's neck in an instant, but he was stunned at the last minute, and Qingqing slid sideways away.
"Mr. Nan's Hidden Thread Technique is a wild method inherited from the wild forest. Although Master Nan has given guidance, it is still not solid enough after all..." Ruo Dong stared intently, "It's just Miss Linghu's ability to distinguish shapes by listening to sounds.
It’s too far behind Head Linghu.”
"Because it looks like." Wen Xian turned around and smiled mysteriously at Ruodong, "Sir, look at it, Mr. Nan's left arm is going to suffer a lot." As soon as he finished speaking, Qingqing jumped up and flipped, with a secret
The invisible net passed by the ankles, waist, abdomen, and forehead, but within a short distance, a black piece was thrown out, and Wu Jing's round chess piece hit Jianing's white clothes on the left shoulder firmly.
Although his left arm was in pain, Jianing turned sideways and hid half of his arm. His right hand spread its five fingers, like a fairy white peacock, and finally pounced on him with a "chilling line formation" that made no sound at all.
"The leader just said, because what does it look like?"
"Like the 'bone-engraved silver hook' in Linghu Zi's book." Wen Xian's attention was still attracted by the line formations and chess formations on the field, "Sir, in Wuming Valley more than ten years ago, you can see that 'three-point penetrating wood'
The power?"
Ruo Dong shook his head: "After all, Junior Brother Luo is infatuated, so I and Junior Brother Mo are avoiding each other..." As he spoke, he was lost in thought. When he saw that Qingqing Muxiao was not in front of him, he mixed calligraphy and chess.
He mixed up the skills and used them in a hurried manner. He was confused inside and outside, and he was stuck in front of the rock-solid "Han Chan Line Formation", which was a bit cute and silly.
The strong wind howled, and the long formation of hidden lines was overwhelming, making Qingqing besieged on all sides. Looking to the other side, Qingqing still looked unhurried, letting Black Qi knock off the thin threads in front of him one by one.
.Wait until the silk wind was almost touching the upper and lower eyelashes, then he turned around and kicked the swallow to pass the line, sending the white piece behind him flying.
Wen Xian saw Qingqing tilt her head up, close her eyes, and smiled flatly: "The victory or defeat has been decided, let's go see how Li'er is progressing."
Jianing never expected that Qingqing's chess formation would fly up from the bottom up. It was Qingqing who turned his body upside down, so he wrote "vertical" in the air, from the earth to the sky, creating a twist of heaven and earth.
"Long live the withered vine".
It's just that Qing Qing's flying chess game is not as proficient as the flute. Now that the flute is no longer ringing in the wind, his ability to listen to music has weakened a bit. Before the row of vertical formations was completely laid out in front of Jianing's eyes, something was about to fall apart.
However, looking at Jianing's "Han Chan Line Formation", the threads were rolled up in the air, and after being bumped into by the black and white chaos, they had no choice but to lose their position.
There were still some remaining Sanzi pushing towards Jianing. Jianing suddenly jumped a few steps and kept dodging. Finally, he retracted a few strands of tough silk and waved it left and right, knocking down Qingqing's incoming attacks.
He couldn't catch his breath, but Qing Qing was chasing after him. The chess formation followed the old traces of the line formation, roaring like a huge wave.
Jianing ran out of time to spare. He ignored the pain in his left arm in a hurry and crossed his arms to block his eyes. There was a clanging sound, a wave of black and white light and shadow suddenly turned, and Jianing suddenly stopped in front of him.
Suddenly it hit the ground.
Qingqing pursed her lips and smiled, "The flying black egret" was really useful to the extreme.
The examiner circled Linghu Qingqing's name expressionlessly. Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Nan Jianing stepped forward and said, "Miss Lin made a dangerous move, Jianing is willing to take the advantage."
Qingqing raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked out of the grassland. He turned to a fork in the road that no one saw, and then he finally grinned, hummed a folk song, and jumped up and down to find his master.
As soon as he stepped onto the withered grass, Qingqing saw An Yu lying on the ground from a distance, with General Kong and Master sitting on either side. Maybe it was a big battle and he fell asleep all of a sudden. Qingqing
I thought to myself, like a little blue sheep that had just learned to walk, and jumped towards the three of them.
Yue Chuan and Ling Feng glanced at her, but neither said a word.
Seeing that the two of them looked unhappy, Qingqing felt strange. She just stopped humming and slowly slowed down her pace. It wasn't until she came closer to An Yu that Qingqing could see clearly - the sleeping young general in front of her was full of excitement.
His clothes were covered with robes, soaked with black and red blood.
An Yu's arms seemed to have been gnawed by tiger claws, and were covered with slender scratches. Looking at the kneecaps, there were more than a dozen black holes pierced on both sides. If you look closely, they look like two strong hornet's nests. Only
His dark face and cheeks were red, as if he had fallen into an endless dream.
This isn't a fight for victory, it's clearly a matter of life and death. Qing Qing lifted the scroll with Mo Hu on the ground and said, "Who is it?!"
Mo Lingfeng turned his head and gritted his teeth: "The niece of the Jiang family named Jiang Chenbi has poison on her hairpin." Seeing Qingqing's eyes darken, he added: "That old man Nan Xiao said,
Poison is also one of the martial arts."
After listening to the second half of the sentence, Qingqing immediately took out a few chess pieces from his sleeves, turned around and walked away. As soon as he took a step away, his arm was firmly held by Yue Chuan: "Don't be impulsive!" Qingqing's eyes were about to burst with excitement.
After getting angry, Yue Chuan gradually let go of his hand: "The poison is Artemisia on the Snow, no less capable than Biting's ability to seal the throat when blood is scattered. The only important thing now is to get the antidote!"
Hearing the word "antidote", Qingqing finally turned around slowly. Seeing the tears of disappointment about to burst out again, Qingqing clenched a few Othello pieces tightly: "If they are willing to give the antidote,
Why am I here..."
Yue Chuan held Qing Qing's wrist and spread her palm in the sun: the gourd bottle gradually bottomed out, and the black and red coagulated blood surged into the veins again. "You two, wait where you are." Yue Chuan said, "Pa!
"With a sound, he folded his fan into his sleeves and lifted up the shimmering silver bow, "Before sunset, I will definitely get it back!"
In the eleventh year of Hua Chu, the winning and losing list of the second competition of the Eight Music Club was posted on the high marble platform beside the pool when the crescent moon poked its head out. No one, Qingqing or Lingfeng, had the intention to look at it, except An Yu.
The person's breathing was rising and falling evenly. If it weren't for the blood all over his body that was covered with grass ribbons and juices, he would really be no different from a sleeping boy.
A maid dressed in a pink Nanjia dress, Lingling walked forward carefully. Seeing that Mo Lingfeng did not want to raise her head, the maid knelt down beside Qing Qing: "Congratulations, young hero Linghu, on your victory." Qing Qing just said
He glanced at her lightly, unwilling to answer.
When Fang turned around, the maid did not leave, but squatted behind Qingqing with a smile on her face, as if waiting for her to think of something. As if the overtones of a moment were hit instantly, Qingqing opened her eyes wide in panic, and suddenly
Looking back——
As expected, the painting of Linghuzi looks like a child. He has changed into someone else's face, and is standing a head shorter than himself, with a bright smile on his face.
Seeing that Ling Feng was still staring at An Yu's wounds motionlessly, Qingqing bent down, holding his stomach and said: "Master, disciple, disciple has a stomachache..."
Ling Feng then raised his head and saw the young girl standing next to Qing Qing, and immediately reacted: "Go quickly, I will take care of you here, nothing will happen." Qing Qing nodded, followed Zi Hua, and walked in
Another dense jungle.
Qingqing pretended to be in front of him, his heart was already agitated, and he played the flower pot drum with a wooden hammer. Until the two figures were completely swallowed up in the shadow of the woods, Zi Hua stretched out his foot and said "Wu Dai"
"Dangfeng", he brought Qingqing down to the ground like a gust of wind. "Tell me, what troubles have you caused to the leader this time?"
Looking at Zihua's bright and bulging eyes, which looked like a little goldfish, Qingqing had no choice but to stand up and lie down on the ground: "My disciples kidnapped Mr. Wen, got separated from Senior Sister Qixue, injured Mr. Master, and burned him to the ground.
In the South Head's house, the white jade flute was lost under the water..." As Zi Hua listened, his eyeballs bulged bigger and bigger, almost rolling out from between his curved eyelashes.
"That's all!" Zi Hua waved his hand, "There are only two biggest disasters for you."
Qingqing suddenly raised his head: "Please give me some advice!"
"First, my uncle ordered you to go to Xuantan to retrieve the master, but you indulged in martial arts and fighting hundreds of miles away. This is disrespectful to the teacher; second, you forgot the sect rules and made a private decision for your life outside the mountain.
, this is the crime of betraying the family and humiliating the mountain!"
When he heard the first one, Qingqing just broke out in a cold sweat; when he heard the second one, it was as if the rocks on the cliff were suddenly empty. Qingqing's eyes suddenly widened and he shook his head like a rattle.
: "Please tell me from my aunt, disciple, if you have it, if you have it... Absolutely not!"
"Absolutely not?"
"Absolutely not!" Qingqing was so panicked that her palms were wet and she almost wanted to shake her head out of double vision.
Suddenly, Zi Hua gradually opened his sweet smile, and suddenly clapped his hands: "That's it! It must be that old Nan Xiao who wants to divert the attention of you and my master and apprentice, so he has killed hundreds of sects in the world.
I’d love to post it!”
"Sister, what's the wedding invitation?"
"It's Linghu Qingqing from Lirong Mountain and the young master named Nan Jiayou from Broken Qionglin. The two of them are going to have a big wedding banquet on the day when the Eight Music Festival ends..." Zi Hua blinked, "Your uncle When I received the post, I almost chopped down the old banyan tree."
Qingqing was suddenly shocked. The words Master Nan Xiao said on the withered lawn that night now came to his ears one by one.
No matter how deep the hatred between the two factions is, how could the leader of one of the Four Weapons do such a thing? He couldn't help but kneel to Zi Hua's feet and kowtow repeatedly: "Sister, I'm just jumping. I can’t clean myself even after entering Miyu Lake!”
"What are you doing to wash away the sins of others?" Zi Hua rolled his eyes and puffed out his chubby chin. He patted his forehead again, took out a thumb-sized gourd medicine bottle, and placed it in Qingqing's palm: Presumably Qichuan always remembered the days when he took medicine.
Qingqing stood up tremblingly, staring at the shimmering light on the round medicine bottle. He looked at the gourd medicine bottle, and then at Zi Hua's little face with braids, and hot tears fell one drop at a time on Zi Hua's clothes. He took out a bottle of stars from his other sleeve and smiled mysteriously: "Qi Lang went into the second-floor back room of Nan Xiao's residence and dug this out of the rosin block on the bedside." After that, he blinked again quickly. .
He knelt there blankly, with two medicine bottles lying quietly in his palms. Countless words deep in his heart suddenly surged into Qingqing's heart. His own raging tears couldn't stop now, so he just held up his five fingers and sighed deeply. Bow deeply:
"Senior sister... don't worry."
A dark shadow flashed behind the tree trunk, which did not seem to attract Qingqing's attention. I heard that Nan Xiao and Wen Xian would wait by the high platform of Shuangtan every day, chatting with various sects and disciples about interesting things or giving instructions on techniques. The fiery red The golden clouds had already reached the corner of the mountain. Without any time to hesitate, Qingqing ran towards the edge of the pool.
The disciples under the pool held wine glasses and spontaneously formed a circle under the high platform. The silver light of the crossbow in Yue Chuan's hand was flashing, and the arrow was already cocked. The arrow was pointed at the center of Nan Xiao's eyebrows. Nan Xiao stood there silently and smiling. On the ground, his thick palms have already tightly wrapped the white hair around his waist.
Wen Xian gently raised his right hand. With just a few clicks of his fingertips, hundreds of crossbowmen from West Lake and Nanlin would compete with the famous "Thousand Mile Pointing Leaves" General Kong.
Qingqing pushed aside the crowd, passed through a burst of whispers about "Little Wife of the Nan Family", and stood next to Nan Jianing. Jianing, who was staring intently in front of his father, was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, and almost jumped up in fright. A hidden thread immediately stood up in front of him. Qingqing flicked it lightly, and the hidden thread floating tightly in the air immediately loosened, and Qingqing put his slender fingers on Jianing's shoulders.
A cold and thick force came along the veins of the fingertips, and an unusual grinding feeling rubbed along Jianing's shoulder. It was this sudden pain that told Jianing that Qingqing's internal strength in front of him was different from what it was this morning. The girl Ling Qi faced off against was completely different in style.
Seeing Qingqing's expressionless face, he stretched out his fingers to loosen the hidden thread and walked into the circle without saying a word.
In front of the three of them, Qingqing spread his palms to let the star bottle fully display the whole picture under the sunset. Seeing that Yue Chuan was still holding the crossbow straight, he nodded and said: "General, let's go back."
Nan Xiao stared at Qing Qing's slender hands and couldn't help but squeeze her eyes a few times. Seeing the five-pointed glossy brown star bottle, it was clearly the only one containing the antidote to "Snow Wormwood". Seeing the two heads looking at each other, Qing Qing said: He twitched his lips and said, "The back room on the second floor of Head Nan's residence is buried in the rosin block at the head of the bed."
"You!" Nan Xiao suddenly jumped up and pointed his sword straight in front of Qing Qing's face. Before Nan Xiao could not help but violently move his hand, Yue Chuan had already pulled Qing Qing, walked through the human-shaped wall, and walked away.
And left. I don’t know how long it took before I heard another yelling from behind: "Wild bastard taught by the white-skinned ghost!"
A white robe brushed against the withered grass, and there were specks of grass and mud, but it did not stain Nan Jiayou's flawless clothes at all. An Yu had already woken up and was sipping the antidote soup with Yue Chuan's support.
The footsteps of tap, tap, tap were getting closer and closer. Qingqing caught a glimpse of a familiar underwater figure, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
When Jiayou came to the four of them, he neither saluted nor exchanged greetings: "Atai and Ayue from Ruixin Pagoda were tied together by their hands and feet, and hung upside down on an old branch in the dense forest outside the pond." Yuechuan and the others said.
Looking at each other, they didn't understand what he meant.
Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and blinked: "Because of eavesdropping."
Unexpectedly, Jiayou heard this and didn't ask any further questions. He just took off the white bandana from his waist and placed it across his mouth. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. An ethereal sound fell crisply on the withered grass, like a pearl plate dumped by a crescent moon.
, one tipped over, and it all spilled out in an instant.
"The shadow falls under the plum blossom, and the sound and appearance are vague. In the flying white lantern, the red plum falls in the east."
This is a tune that sings about falling plum blossoms in the cold winter. Although it has no words or sentences, it really matches the refreshing coolness of the frost pond. Qingqing relaxed and allowed this gentle song to penetrate moment by moment.
into the mind.
With a "buzz" sound, the music stopped abruptly in its smooth flow. Jiayou opened his eyes and faced Qingqing's hazy eyes.
"Is this the reason?"
"Um."
Jiayou responded, turned around and left. Qingqing stood up, but her legs seemed to be filled with lead water, and she couldn't take a step. When she turned around, she met Mo Lingfeng's faint eyes:
"This song is also one of the lost ones."
Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Which song?"
""Jiaopian·Falling Plum Blossoms""
At dawn the next day, Qingqing walked by the pond and took a closer look at yesterday's victory list. I heard that Mr. Wen Li was very aggressive, but it was a pity that he couldn't help coughing and was beaten by Nan Jiayou.
The "Phoenix Stage" seized the opportunity. Little Princess Wen Qing was no match for Ruixinta Ah Yue. She lost the competition and was beaten until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen. She was still bleeding from her nose in the morning.
An Yu lost to Jiang Chenbi, and Nan Jianing lost to Linghu Qingqing. It's a pity that the two Huata girls had to go to the woods to show off their excellent ear training skills, otherwise they wouldn't have been so injured by the quilt painting that they wouldn't be able to go to the examination room.
The last winner naturally fell on the head of the young leader of Jimo in Beiyi Yamo.
Before his thoughts could be turned around, he heard the tinkling sound of bells blowing in the wind, the cold wind drifted through the colorful silk sleeves, the fragrance was faint, and the gold and silver steps clattered on Jiang Shenbi's head. Shen Bi recognized Qing from a distance.
The back of Qing's green robe smiled like a magpie calling in early spring: "Ah, ah, it turns out she is my cousin's new wife! From now on, will my surname be Linghu, or will she change it to our family's surname?"
"Speak to your cousin for me." The cyan sleeves are like mountain green ink, reflecting the clouds in the distance of Qingqing, "Return the white jade flute intact, and I will spare his life; otherwise, I will
So they used the blood of several members of the Nan family to dye my wedding dress red!"