On July 13, the eleventh year of Hua Chu, the moonlight was clear. Linghu Zihua used the light to trace his own face next to Qilang.
"Sister, tomorrow is the decisive battle."
Zihua nodded and ignored Qilang's words.
"Sister-in-law." Qilang suddenly tilted her head, "Can Qingqing win tomorrow?"
Zi Hua turned Qilang's face back with one hand, and continued to outline the eye sockets with the other hand: "Winning or losing doesn't matter, I just hope I don't end up like my senior sister."
Seeing that Qing Qing was about to fall by the pool, Zi Hua rushed out with a lunge. Just as Long Xiu came over, he gently and deftly made a "Cao Yi comes out of the water" move, then pushed back the Hu Xuan water sleeves of the head of Jimo, and picked up Qing Qing.
Halfway through, he suddenly seemed to see something and pushed Qingqing into Qilang's arms, and disappeared into the sea of people in the blink of an eye.
So, the second young master of the Nan family who had been attacked was lying side by side under the tree with the injured Qing Qing, their breathing coming and going.
When the gloom enveloped him, Linghu Hengshen walked back to the woods dripping with water.
Zi Hua cast a questioning look, and Heng Shen shook his head and said: "The west side of the pool is full of strange rocks. There are no flaws and cannot hide anyone." With just a stick of incense, another figure full of water came to him.
Go in the direction of the fire.
A large piece of Linghu Qichuan's calf was torn, exposing the white leg bones. Just as the master and disciples stepped forward to greet him, two lines of clear tears suddenly gurgled down Qichuan's face. He staggered and shook his head, but
He immediately bit his lip and lowered his eyes.
Qilang watched all this from a distance, her eyes wandering on the pale faces of Junior Sister and Master Nan for a while, then she gradually turned around and fiddled with the dry wood in the flames. Hengshen helped Qichuan approach and said, "Junior Sister, today's music score
…”
"I've written it all down."
Heng Shen silently said "Yeah", and the two of them sat down next to the fire. Qichuan bandaged his legs and said, "That song... we haven't heard of it, have we?"
Zi Hua nodded and said: "Not only us, but also the head senior brother must have never heard of it."
There was another moment of silence, the night was still, only the crackling of the flames could barely be heard.
Qichuan suddenly raised his head: "Disciple promised Master that Qingqing will definitely wake up when Master comes back." Hearing this, Xiao Xiaozi Hua couldn't help but sigh and turned his head.
After taking a closer look, his eyes suddenly widened: "Where are Qingqing and the Nan family's children?"
Qilang was startled and immediately turned around. Only to see two human figures left empty in the grass, and they had long since disappeared in the deep night.
Qingqing and Jianing tiptoed until they felt that they had slipped far enough, and then they let go and started running. It was just that a wound was complicated and an acupuncture point was not healed, and their heavy breathing was accompanied by wheezing as they ran.
, not as fast as ordinary children running.
"It's okay if I run." Jianing finally couldn't hold on any longer and stopped, holding his knees and panting, "Why do you have to run away from your senior brothers and sisters?"
Qing Qing also stopped in laughter: "If my eldest brother Shigong and my younger brother find out that I am not here, they will turn Nanlin upside down!"
Jiayou thought that the "eldest brother" mentioned by Qingqing was her senior brother Hengshen, and was even more puzzled: "Then why did you run so far away without saying a word?"
When Qingqing heard this, he was about to explain when he suddenly heard footsteps coming this way. He quickly held his breath and pulled Jianing to hide in the grass. But before he could climb firmly, the familiar golden and green trees hit each other.
A voice came from afar: "Sister-in-law Linghu, are you going out to look for your husband so late?"
Helpless, Qingqing stood up and said, "Is the unparalleled Mr. Nan still alive?"
With a sharp look, Jiang Chenbi took one of the hairpin rings off and said, "Sister-in-law, you should go and see for yourself!" After that, the peacock hairpin ring shone with golden light and flew towards Qingqing in the strong wind.
Qingqing raised his sleeve with his backhand, and pushed three or four chess pieces out simultaneously along the direction of his wrist. However, his body had just been seriously injured, so his moves were naturally weak. The black and white chess pieces flew halfway, and then fell down one after another.
The golden hairpin ring broke out of the formation and struck directly in front of Qingqing's eyes. Before he could dodge, suddenly the wind blew silently beside him, and an invisible thread deflected the hairpin ring. The golden peacock brushed past Qingqing's face and plunged headlong into it.
The tree trunk shook for a few times and then became motionless. Jianing leaned out and said, "Cousin, such nonsense will cost someone's life!"
"Who is your cousin!" Shen Bi suddenly stamped his foot, "You are just a wild bastard picked up in the deep mountains and forests, do you deserve to be called my cousin?" As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Bi's red hair was disheveled, and another golden phoenix step appeared.
The shaking was mixed with the strong wind.
The two of them had weak hands and feet. How could they be the opponent of this beaded-haired man? Before Jinbu could rush into the air, the two of them scrambled and ran away. The hairpin followed closely behind, and in an instant it hooked onto the hem of Qingqing's clothes.
A violent force hit the ground.
Looking back, Qing Qing was tripped and fell to the ground.
With a strong effort, he tore the hem of his clothes and tried to stand up. Another shiny hair ornament that he couldn't name was stabbed at him, aiming at Qingqing's tender heart and neck. Seeing the golden tip hitting his eyes, the person behind him was stabbed.
The hidden thread suddenly pulled hard, dragging Qingqing back more than ten steps.
When Qingqing got up, unexpectedly, there was a flickering silver needle secretly hidden behind the gold jewelry, and it continued to call without changing its route. Qingqing heard the sound of the wind, although it was faint, but it was enough to turn her head.
Behind him, Nan Jianing couldn't react in time, and he suddenly felt pain, as the silver needle was firmly drilled into his arm bone.
Jiang Chenbi clapped his hands proudly: "Now you know how powerful my aunt is!"
Afraid that she would succeed again, Qingqing hurriedly turned around, picked up Jianing and ran. A soft hissing sound came from beside her, and Jianing shouted: "Jump!"
Qingqing jumped up when he heard the sound, and a few hidden threads were tightly wrapped around the treetops, swinging the two of them into the air.
Looking back, Shen Bi's figure first shrank into a small black dot, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. Qingqing grabbed the spikes on the treetop, his hands full of blood, and helped Nan Jianing up. Jianing stood firm
, gritted his teeth and pulled out the silver needle at once.
Qingqing also turned over and stood up, panting silently. After a while, he suddenly turned to Jianing and said: "Mr. Nan... do you think I did something wrong?"
"What?" Jianing turned his head, confused.
"If I agree to Master Nan's marriage contract, I might be able to know the whereabouts of Master, and I won't have to bring trouble to Brother Yu and you..." After saying that, Qingqing raised her eyes, full of guilt.
"I don't know about General An." Jianing held her chin, "But my cousin is dissatisfied with me. The whole family knows it, so don't worry about it. As for the engagement proposed by my father... do you know that Sui Qionglin
Is there a 'Hui Chun Xuan Huang' Dr. Li?"
Qingqing thought of the twinkling little eyes behind his beard, nodded and said, "We've met him once."
"Then when he looked at you, did you have no reaction and didn't know what he wanted to do?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." After the first try of the Eight Music Club, little memories suddenly came to mind. Qingqing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, feeling that every word Jianing said was on point.
"now it's right."
"What's wrong?" Qing Qing was so anxious that he almost wanted to find out what the Second Young Master Nan was thinking.
Jianing smiled calmly: "When I heard other people talk about it that day, I was surprised for a long time. Now if you say that, it's not difficult to understand. Just change your thinking. Li Wulang's spells include
He has a lot of skills in hypnosis. Now with his skills, there are only two kinds of people in the world who can guarantee not to be sucked in by his eyes."
Qingqing was suddenly surprised: "Which two are they?"
"One type is a person who has strong enough inner strength. I am afraid that he can only reach the level of his father and the other three masters. The other type is a person who is driven by love and belongs to his heart."
With one word, it was like a sharp arrow shot into Qingqing's heart, and she stayed where she was.
Seeing that Qingqing didn't speak, Jianing continued: "What people in the world mean by asking for love is mostly just seeking what they want. Only when the love is deep can it be like a winged bird connecting branches. The relationship between life and death is as broad as the stars and the moon.
Knot. Perhaps because of this, the more obsessed and obsessed a person is with love, even if he has no foundation in magic, he can still look directly into his eyes without being moved at all."
"Do you understand?" Jianing borrowed the full moon and looked in the direction of Qingqing, "Since you already have someone in your heart, it is natural to reject my father's engagement."
After listening to Mr. Nan's long words, Qingqing's fingers were about to be tied into knots: "Sir, is this really not some kind of legend?"
"No." Jianing nodded affirmatively, "The last person who succeeded was Sang Ju. Master Zhuangyuan has no internal strength at all, how can it be false?"
After Qing Qing heard this, he fell completely silent.
Suddenly he turned his head and looked at the way he came, jumped down from the tree without any explanation, and ran in the opposite direction.
The quiet fragrance of plain bamboo floated in the wooden house. The young man in white seemed to be asleep. He closed his eyes and rolled up his sleeves, lying on his back on the thin couch. Jianing held his chest tightly and did not dare to breathe. He caught up from a distance, only to
Seeing Qing Qing hiding not far behind the house, he opened the window paper and looked into the house.
Under the dim candlelight of the wooden house, Li Wu closed the incense cover and slightly stirred up the slender and lingering mist, as if he wanted to completely envelope the young man with this refreshing incense.
Nanxiao stood alone at the door of the house, and her hair, which was half gray and half white, suddenly turned completely white. The two white bamboo flutes stood side by side on the utensil stand, reflecting the lonely light around them better than the snow.
The white jade flute is sandwiched in the middle of the white chi, standing independently.
Nan Jianing looked at his father's wrinkled face, and a burst of unspeakable sorrow surged into his heart: Obviously his father would be so sad for his son's injury, but the leader who almost took Brother You's life in the third trial
, and who is it?
I was lost in thought when I turned around and saw that Linghu girl had disappeared. I heard a long sigh coming from inside the house: "Mr. Li, please go and release a dove for Lirong Mountain."
Li Wu nodded, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Qingqing standing outside the door with her green shirt raised, her eyes filled with endless frost.
I don’t know how worried Sect Master Nan was. Qingqing stepped forward quietly without hearing him at all. Li Wu suddenly raised his arm and blocked Qingqing’s path: “What are you doing here?”
"Disciple." Qing Qing tied his hands and bowed deeply, "Come and apologize to Master Nan."
"Oh, please forgive me." Nan Xiao heard the conversation between the two and walked closer, "What crime do you have?"
When Qing Qing heard this, he didn't know where he got the strength to push Li Wu's arm away, and raised his eyes in front of Nan Xiao: "If the disciple has not done such a cruel thing with the 'bone-carving silver hook', Master Nan can tell the disciple
, where is Master going?”
Nan Xiao shook her head: "Impossible. I advise you, no matter how you look for it, it won't help."
Qing Qing lowered his head, clenched his fists, and held back the tears welling up in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, gritting his teeth and asked, "Why did the master want to send a letter to Lirong Mountain just now?"
"Aren't you the only one who came to the mountain for this Eight Music Festival?" Seeing Qing Qing suddenly startled, Nan Xiao sneered, "Take away your bullshit jade flute! Among the four instruments, I am the only one who uses the flute as his nickname.
, there can only be one old man!"
After saying that, he winked at Mr. Li. Li Wu turned around and went back to the house, took off the white jade flute that stood in the middle of the two white poles, and threw it over with all his strength.
Seeing the wooden flute coming at a rapid pace, Qingqing did not dare to catch it forcefully and hurriedly stepped aside.
Just listen to the "clang" sound of the wooden flute inserted into the ground, the head of the flute is held high, splashing several piles of flying earth and rocks. When he pulls it out with force, the wooden flute does not move at all. So Qingqing uses his hands and feet to pull his body back violently, only to hear "
Ah!" With a cry, the wooden flute immediately lifted off the ground, rolling Qingqing and pulling her butt upwards.
The jade flute was stained with soil, but it was still bright and unscathed.
By the time he got up in disgrace, Nan Xiao and Li Wu had already turned their backs and gone back to the house. Qingqing shouted loudly: "Master Nan!"
Nan Xiao stood still.
Suddenly a hint of murderous aura emerged, and the sleeves on one side of the white robe were puffed up by the evening breeze. There was only a "crush" sound and a shadow flew. Before Qing Qing could react, a faint golden light flashed in front of his eyes.
.
Qingqing only felt that half of her hair was burning hot. She didn't know what kind of sharp object was brushed against her face. It suddenly stopped behind her and stopped silently. When she turned around, she saw Master Zihua's short body covered in pink clothes, holding it firmly in her hand.
There is a long golden needle stuck in it.
After feeling a cold sweat, he felt like he was drooling. Qingqing thought, if the golden needle had hit her, it would have passed through her body and she would have been dead.
"Tomorrow morning." Head Nan Xiao didn't even look back. He flashed in white clothes behind the house, and Li Wu closed the door with a "snap".
Carefully, Qingqing slowly walked back to his aunt. I remember that it was mentioned in the Unofficial History of the Southern Forest that every time the head of the house, the beggar woman, had a duel with someone, she would stab a sinister tree in the courtyard, wall, or even the bed in advance.
The golden needle came. Zi Hua held the sharp and shining golden needle, shook his head, took a deep breath, and walked back to the dense forest with Qing Qing.
Under the shadow of the trees and the moonlight, Zi Hua pressed Qing Qing's brow point and continuously restored her internal energy into her body; while frowning, he wanted to think of countermeasures in his heart, but he was in a mess.
"How sure are you, Master, of winning?" Heng Shen stared at the evil golden needle and asked silently.
"Half and half."
"Disciple has a way." Heng Shen suddenly stood up and straightened his clothes, "I am 100% sure of winning tomorrow."
The black jade is covered with broken rain, and the clouds and sun are flowing over the cold river.
The reflections of dead leaves fell quietly in the pond. Qingqing followed a group of senior sisters and stepped on the solid hidden line water network of Xuantan Lake again. Nan Xiao came alone from the other side of the pond, and Nan Jianing followed from a distance.
Behind him, seeing Zi Hua alone, Head Nan asked in a cold voice: "Why is it not your senior brother who is here?"
"The master has been away for a long time, so there must be no one in the mountains." Zi Hua's iron brush is in hand, and his petite body exudes an incompatible maturity.
Nan Xiao shook her head: "The people here are all little girls, I won't fight with the juniors!"
Hearing Nan Xiao's words, the sisters were stunned. When they were hesitating, they suddenly heard what seemed to be a high surge on the side of the pool. Amidst the sound of running footsteps, a loud shout came from a distance:
"I'm here to compete with the leader!"
As the galloping footsteps got closer and closer, Nan Xiao and Linghu sisters turned around one after another. They saw Linghu Heng Shen Qingpao stepping forward, striding like a star, stepping on the junction of the hidden lines step by step, as if walking on his feet.
He came running as fast as the wind from the flat ground. Nan Xiao couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Your surname is Linghu too? How old are you?"
"Junior Ye Pingmen ordered Hu Hengshen to ask Master Nan to give me some advice." After saying this, he suddenly stood up and walked towards Nan Xiao: "The master is unwilling to take action with the disciple's aunts and sisters.
, I’m afraid what I’m really worried about is that the ‘Bone-Engraving Silver Hook’ was passed on to more than just one person, right?”
Nan Xiao's face suddenly darkened, and he glared angrily. Before he could speak, Heng Shen continued:
"This disciple grew up in Yepingshan. Ten years ago before Hua Chu, I had never seen the skills of the calligrapher aunt."
After listening, Master Nan's face was still filled with a haze, a burst of rain and snow, and he remained silent. Only the sound of quiet breathing could be heard in the air. After a long while, Nan Xiao took out his white hair: "Since I am a child of Ziqi sect,
I’ll give you some face—come and compare notes with me!”
"Heng Shen!" Zi Hua couldn't help shouting when he heard this. Is this a 100% guarantee of victory? He is just a young boy who has not yet become a weakling. How can he fight against Nanxiao, one of the four weapons! Unexpectedly, Heng
Shen just turned around, a few strands of hair flying in the wind:
"Sister, please tell Master that although I made mistakes, I have a clear conscience."
After the words fell, several chess pieces were secretly placed in the palm of his hand, hidden in the looming green sleeves. Nan Xiao made a move of "Thunder Falling from Heaven", with Bai Chi lying in front of him: "Tell me, little kid, I want to play with you."
What are you trying to compete with me?"
Heng Shen tightened his grip on the chess piece in his hand, closed his eyes, and shook his head lightly. "The master's skills are unparalleled in the world. Regardless of internal strength or moves, the disciples cannot compare. But there is only one thing, the disciple will win without a doubt."
The head of Bai Chi hit the hidden line with a "bang", pulling the thick figure of Nan Xiao leader several feet long.
"Master, the master, has been away from the mountain for more than a few months, but the master has refused to inform him of his whereabouts." Heng Shen said unhurriedly, "If the disciple guesses correctly, it will be regarded as the victory of Lirong Mountain. How about that?" Nan Xiao Heng
Standing in Jiang, his fingers trembled slightly.
The footsteps of tap, tap, tap vibrated above the hidden line, and the river water swept up, but the footsteps remained unmoved.
Heng Shen rolled up his sleeves to salute, leaned down, and whispered something in front of Head Nan.
At the moment when the fierce light suddenly appeared, there was a sharp sound of piercing. Qingqing saw that his senior brother was facing away from him, but a bright red blood flower bloomed on his back. Then the jade stick
The glistening white hair broke through the body and went straight out from behind Heng Shen. The white hair was covered with blood and suddenly jumped into the sky like an arrow from a string.
A wave suddenly hit, and the rare and rare hairpin was suddenly swept away by the high surging water.
Large areas of crimson residual blood were stained on the silk threads of the green clothes. Heng Shen's eyes widened, and a large mouthful of blood foam came to the corner of his mouth. Head Nan flicked his clothes, ignoring Heng Shen's struggling to cover his chest, and turned around
Then he walked toward the shallower part of the pool. Zi Hua panicked and hurried forward to save him, but there was no time.
All I could see was the distant and wide surface of the pool, and the blood in Hengshen's mouth and chest spurted into the air like a waterfall. The scarlet waterfall was ferocious, drawing a long arc, and fell in the direction where Hengshen fell.