It wasn't until the last figure in the green shirt disappeared into the forest mist that Qingqing stood up, turned around with a flute in hand, and faced the broken arrows of the pursuing remnant soldiers alone.
The scene behind him was very strange: there were obviously so many archers that they could not be counted, but they were just like a few powerless pieces of scrap metal, wandering in the direction of themselves. Just as he was getting suspicious, he saw
A path separated from the crowd, and a familiar figure flashed not far away.
Jimo Yao's long sleeves fluttered and walked towards Qing Qing: "Linghu."
Qing Qing turned around and said, "Jimo... the leader."
"The 'Bone-Carving Silver Hook' is really powerful." Head Yao said with a smile, "Everyone has said that Head Nan was seriously injured but was unharmed. Now that I see it, it turns out to be like this. Yao is really just a little talented."
Before she could finish her words, purple light flashed across the wooden flute in Qingqing's hand: "No need to say more, please give me some advice from the master."
The leader shook his head and put away his long sleeves: "Yao has no intention of competing for the lead here, but he just wants to clarify a question." Seeing Qing Qing's slightly strange look, Jimo Yao continued: "Is Young Hero Linghu related to Xihu?
Is General Kong standing together, or is he in the same category as the senior brothers and sisters from Dongshan?"
Lowering his head and smiling bitterly, Qingqing suddenly raised his eyes and said seriously: "There are so many grievances and hatreds in the world, how could I never know where my true heart lies?"
"Okay." After hearing this, Jimo Yao nodded, "Then, Yao will tell you something."
As we walked further west, the cold atmosphere gradually faded away, replaced by the moisture and warmth of the pavement. A few migratory birds stopped by the shallow pond, splashed the water and shook the reeds, then flapped their wings and flew away.
Qingqing sat in the reed marsh, the mud was deep and dangerous, but Qingqing absorbed the inner strength and remained steady. After swallowing the medicine with the pool water, the strength of his limbs recovered a little. As for the various cuts on his hands and feet on his face,
I have no time to take care of the trauma at the moment.
A warm current, like a hot spring in winter, gradually gathered in Qingqing's body.
While sitting cross-legged to collect his energy, he murmured: "Going down from the small building with cups and cups in hand, the wind and smoke are flying all over the deep boat. Drunk, I cover my red door and look for fragrance. Under the branches, my head is covered with snow... my head is covered with snow..."
On weekdays, Qingqing didn't like to read. When he rarely read, he would hold various tune collections and silently sing, play and play. He only tasted the poems in the sea of smoke and swallowed them. Somehow, since leaving,
Since leaving the mountain, Qingqing has missed those mountains, rivers, flowers and moon very much. No matter where she goes, a sentence or a half can always come to her mind.
I really can’t remember whether the words came to my mind first or the music came up first. But the melody I came across by chance has been firmly engraved in my memory, and I can’t get rid of it even if I am burned by fire.
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No, I didn't get it by chance. It's been three months since I left the mountain, and the jade is hidden by the tide, and it's like this day after day.
Maybe before setting off, I should think of a name for this tune? Qingqing had just grown up, so she smiled softly again, and the fresh air in her chest became warm again. Master has read so many poems...
When you go back with Master, let Master think of a name for yourself.
After her internal injuries improved and most of her strength was restored, Qingqing took out a bunch of crumpled handkerchiefs from her arms. Qilang helped her embroider the sweet-osmanthus flowers, and the goose-yellow gauze handkerchief was bought by Yue Chuan at the market.
There was also a velvet green chrysanthemum that he had snatched from the teacher's school... Qingqing rubbed each one for a while, then spread them out on his knees, opened the simple brush, and began to write:
"Zhengpian: Crossing the Soul": "The clear peaches are fragrant in the wind, and the shooting stars are long in the night. I sit up and hear the orioles singing, but there is nowhere to cross the Hun River."
"Jiao Pian·Falling Plum Blossoms": "The shadow falls under the plum blossoms, and the sound and appearance are vague. In the flying white solitary lamp, the red plum blossoms fall in the east."
When Mo Lingfeng arranged the music, he seemed to arrange it according to difficulty to a certain extent. In my memory, Nan Jiayou's "Luo Mei" is indeed much more complicated than Mr. Qian Shan's "Du Hun". When comparing the moves in the song, it is also Much more profound. Turning his head and thinking, Qingqing added another line on the veil:
"Yu Pian·Boat Song": "The green peaks are green, I walk on the water and clouds, and I chant the green mountains while walking on the river. I am waiting for the spring to come and the flowers will come into my house. Now I am walking in the snow."
On the morning when I boarded the ship to steal the chicken, I thought carefully about it and realized that my tune took shape and was greatly influenced by this barcarolle.
Qingqing felt from the bottom of his heart that the many miscellaneous tunes from various schools and schools he had heard at the Eight Music Festival were not as indulgent and natural as the fisherman's.
Fortunately, I also came from Linghu's Zishu sect. It suddenly occurred to me that if my master saw this series of crooked sloping regular script, he would probably be punished by copying a hundred pages of red lines.
Shaking off two handkerchiefs stained with ink, Qingqing faced the evening breeze and blew these lines. Then he took out the last piece of osmanthus, used the tip of his pen, and wrote calmly:
"Jiao Pian·Untitled": "From far away, we exchange cups and cups and go down to the small building. The wind and smoke are flying all over the deep boat. I'm drunk and cover my red door in search of fragrance. The branches are covered with snow."
Ximiyu Lake, inside the Seven Stars Hall.
Two young disciples, one on the left and one on the right, holding barbed maces, stood in front of Yue Chuan who was kneeling on the ground. General Kong was naked to the waist, lying on the ground with his hands tied, and his back was already stained bright red.
"Kong Yuechuan, you colluded internally and externally, and made friends with traitors privately. You still don't know your crime!"
Yue Chuan raised his head and looked at Wen Xian with difficulty: "Master, since I have been loyal to West Lake for three generations, I have never had any thoughts of rebellion..." As soon as he spoke, the blood from his mouth immediately flowed out of his chin.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Head Wen's mouth.
Then he raised his eyebrows and nodded towards Mr. Ruo Dong. Ruo Dong whispered to the two disciples: "Hit me again."
Hearing the sound, the two stepped forward, once, twice. The sharp hook tore the flesh, and black and red blood was stained. Mist-like blood spurted out from the wound on Yue Chuan's back, and scattered in pieces on the ground. Hearing a subtle cracking sound in the air, the disciple on the right immediately stopped: "Mr. Ruo."
"What?" Ruo Dong lowered his eyes.
"rib cage."
Even the ribs were broken. Ruo Dong lowered his head and took a closer look. Yue Chuan's body was half hanging, his wrists were still tied tightly, but his neck was hanging down, and he was unconscious. Ruo Dong said expressionlessly: "Splash water. "
A large bucket of salt water poured down on his face. Whether it was because of the cold or the pain, Yue Chuan woke up suddenly, his body trembled, and he gasped for air. The mace was stained with salt, and he reopened the wounds covered with blood and scabs again and again. General Kong closed his eyes tightly, and blood mixed with salt water flowed down his calf in streams.
"Still don't admit it?" Wen Xian's gentle voice came. Yue Chuan raised his head and turned his head to the side with all his strength.
The mace was raised, and the black shadow of the barb reflected on General Kong's face. An Yu finally couldn't restrain himself and rushed to Wen Xian like crazy, but was pulled down to the ground by Ruo Dong. The young general turned over and stood up. , "Plop" and knelt down at Ruo Dong's feet: "Sir! General, don't dare to have second thoughts in anything you do!"
Halfway through the roar, the fifteen-year-old boy felt like a child for the first time. His face was covered with snot, and he burst into tears in the Seven Stars Palace.
Yue Chuan opened his mouth, and black-red blood suddenly slipped out of his throat: "An, An Yu... don't cry, stand up, stand up." Before he could finish his words, the stick fell, and Yue Chuan lowered his head with an "uh" sound, unable to move at all.
The sound of beatings did not stop. An Yu felt that her heart was being grasped on the tip of the knife. When she jumped, blood splattered all over her body.
Suddenly, a chaotic shout came from outside the palace, knives, forks, swords and halberds clanged towards each other, and the heavy door was knocked open with a "bang". The leading lake soldiers were sweating profusely: "Mr. Mo, please
Please...you really can’t enter this Seven-Star Palace!"
Ling Feng didn't care about these many things and pushed with a wave of his hand: "Get out of the way!"
Even though this power was as light as a goose feather, how could the soldiers of West Lake dare to stop him? Just as he subconsciously stepped out of the way, Ling Feng immediately broke away from the crowd, raised his legs and rushed to the main hall.
Seeing Yue Chuan fainting on the ground, Ling Feng shouted to Ruo Dong without saying a word, "Let me go!"
Mr. Ruo's face suddenly turned cold: "How dare you be rude to the leader now?"
"The leader, right?" Ling Feng realized that Wen Xian was still sitting in the hall, and blushed even more, "Who the hell is the leader! I walked around the world and met you, you are just a coward and a shameless person.
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Ling Feng was usually polite and polite, but when he suddenly started to scold someone, he couldn't help stumbling, and the soles of his feet were a little swollen. Ruo Dong heard his scolding getting more and more outrageous, so he couldn't help shouting: "Junior Brother!"
"Who is your junior brother!" Ling Feng actually took a few steps forward, "If my eldest brother is harmed by you today, just use your Yin Yang Sword to kill me too!"
Ruo Dong felt an unknown fire in his heart. He stared at Ling Feng with eyes that didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and winked at the other three or four disciples beside him. Several people came forward, one by one, lifted up Ling Feng's arms, and without any explanation,
He dragged him outside the hall. Ling Feng's feet were kicking back and forth when he suddenly stepped on something soft.
Hearing a cry of "Ah yo", the young soldier quickly moved out of the way, but was still kicked on the side by Ling Feng and rolled down the stairs.
The little soldier rolled while shouting: "Something bad has happened! Tianshu Gate has been broken into!"
"Who?!" A trace of surprise flashed across Wen Xian's peaceful face, and he stood up, brushed aside the hem of his clothes and hurried out.
He came to the soldier who reported the news, grabbed his shoulders and asked, "Who is he?"
"Yes...it's a woman!"
"What does it look like?"
"Long, normal looking, wearing blue clothes..."
"Green?" Wen Xian let go of his hand and glanced at Mr. Ruo. Ruo Dong looked at the dark clouds outside the hall and said, "Don't worry, the kid can't get in."
Outside the high wall of the Seven Stars Hall, the Tianshu Gate is the first and outermost gate in the whole hall.
Qingqing saw that the wall was not very slippery, so he picked up a few light martial arts steps, and in a blink of an eye he climbed into the wall. As soon as he landed, he heard a shout of "Ha!" and a group of people carrying rough clothes suddenly ran out from all directions.
The young men with sticks surrounded Qing Qing.
If you look closely, you will see that these people all have slender hair curtains on the top of their heads and their sides are shaved bare. They are obviously disciples of the Nanlin Tiger Stick Sect.
The people who arrived later automatically stacked up into a human tower, and a young man standing at the top shouted loudly: "Linghu! I am Shi Yurong, the 'unparalleled demon king' of the Tiger Stick Sect!" After that, he added, "
The head of my family has long expected that you are going to die on your own!"
"Head of your family?" Qingqing glanced at the package on her shoulder and sneered silently.
The young man jumped up suddenly. Including the height of the human wall, it was as high as the fourth or fifth floor of Ruixin Tower. Qingqing saw the moment when he took off, and Muxiao took off his hand and swept over. The wall of flesh under his feet fell over.
one slice.
Shi Yurong jumped up high, but had no place to stand. He screamed and fell on the disciples who had not yet gotten up. Several people were lying or lying down, howling and screaming, and no one knew which bone was broken.
Although this piece of the wall fell down, the other half of the physical wall remained unchanged.
Glancing at the serious expressions on the young people's faces, Qing Qing could tell that they were just a bunch of undisciplined flower pillows.
Having made up his mind, he felt the wind at his feet. When he pointed to the ground, he used the wooden flute to prop himself up and rushed towards the center of the wall. The disciples who were stacked at a medium height were frightened when they saw Qingqing leaping up like the wind.
His wrists were trembling and he couldn't stand at all; when Qing Qing swept away with his "Thousand Miles of Clouds", the huge human wall dispersed in the blink of an eye.
He fell down and fell, and a big hole was opened in the human wall. Qingqing once again kicked at the hole, and flew to the next level of the city wall. The remaining disciples behind him fell down with "ouch, ouch, ouch".
It was all over the ground, and most of them couldn't move.
Standing on the tiled roof of the Tianxuan Gate on the second floor, Qing Qing looked down and saw that it was empty and deserted. Only one man walked out slowly from the opposite city gate with a gun on his back.
The old man was Chen Kumai, with gray hair, and his hair was tangled with the zigzag wrinkles on his face.
"Three-ring Snake Hook Spear" has never had the habit of recruiting many disciples. After his son died in Shuangtan, this independent sect should be the only one left, Master Chen.
Qing Qing lowered his head and landed on the ground, and bowed respectfully with his fists in front of the old man: "I have seen Master Chen of the Snake Sect."
The old man took action, and a burst of internal force came through the air, lifting Qing Qing up.
With a spear in his hand, Master Chen bowed his waist and asked: "Young hero Linghu, you just won the first place in the Eight Music Club, why did you come to the West Lake for what?"
"Many." Qing Qing nodded and lowered his eyebrows, "First, I asked Sect Leader Wen for an antidote, but my eldest brother is still inside."
"There is no shortage of antidote for you at Rongshan." Kumai snorted, "General Kong has been disloyal to Xihu, and he should be punished as a matter of course. It is not up to you, an outsider, to take charge of it."
Qingqing was surprised: "Disloyal?"
Chen Kumai replied: "Nan Lin set fire, secretly hid "Fan Ya Ji", and introduced the descendants of the Dongshan Linghu family to attend the grand event - this is not 'disloyal', what is it?"
Qingqing couldn't help but lower his head. Chen Kumai was half right about what he said, except that he didn't express his feelings for Kong Yuechuan. Thinking of this, Qingqing said nothing and walked inside.
The Snake Hook Gun blocked Qing Qing's path with a "swish" sound, and the sharp tip pressed against Qing Qing's chin: "Go back!"
"Get out of the way!" Qingqing's roar frightened Chen Kumai for a moment.
Taking a step sideways, Qingqing avoided the sharp edge of the spear, but unexpectedly, the spear seemed to bend half way, bypassing Qingqing's side, and struck from behind. For a moment, Qingqing's long hair floated, and Qingqing Bai Yuxiao took action.
, there was a "Zheng" sound, and every flute and gun hit the sparks.
The head of the snake hook spear was raised, standing in the sun, and it suddenly hit Qingqing's head. Qingqing hit the wooden flute in his hand, and the wooden flute was invulnerable, and he fixed the spear straight in the air.
Thinking that he was no longer as powerful as Chen Kumai, Qingqing quickly withdrew his hand and moved the spear tip aside. The spear head hit the ground hard, a brick pit appeared, and the snake hook spear made a second "bang" sound.
Before Master Chen could draw his gun, Qingqing didn't dare to delay and ran towards the third city wall. Chen Kumai suddenly threw it away, causing the gun body to brush past Qingqing's arm and fly over.
The gun flew, and Qing Qing's ears concluded that the gun was not accurate and could not hit him, so he refused to give in and kept running forward.
Unexpectedly, after the gun jumped over, the head of the gun turned sideways, blocking Qing Qing's front, but he raised it back to his heart, and the flashing side blade of the gun seemed to fly towards Qing Qing's throat.
Qingqing was shocked and jumped back quickly. How could this gun jump so fast? Just before the blade was about to touch his chin, Qingqing suddenly stretched out his arm and struck the tail of the gun in the distance with his white jade flute.
The gun tip changed direction within an inch, and flew back towards Qing Qing's face before flying back in the direction of Chen Kumai.
"Anyone who has heard the fourth blast of gunfire will never survive the gunfire."
An Yu's warning came to mind. The "Snake Hook Gun" had rang three times just now. Qingqing was just walking around the gate of hell. He didn't dare to be careless again. Then his legs felt windy and he couldn't stop walking towards the city wall.
After climbing more than half way, there is only one last step left, and when the right hand can touch the glazed tile roof...
The fourth sound of "buzz" sounded behind her. Qingqing managed to turn around, but she almost didn't fall off the wall again in fright.
Chen Kumai's Snake Hook Spear was firmly inserted into his chest. The tip of the spear passed through his body and inserted a few inches into the back wall, pinning the leader firmly in the air.
Kumai raised his eyes blankly, blood spurted out from his mouth, and then he quickly lowered his head and lost consciousness.
Hesitation mixed with fear, Qingqing was stunned for half a stick of incense before he stretched out his hand towards the bumpy tile roof again.
The moment his fingertips touched the tile, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came out, and Qingqing was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand. Some unknown hidden weapon hit the other side of the wall, and strings of laughter like silver bells followed.
: "What a great eight-tone female champion, she can even climb up the wall of West Lake!"
After a moment of silence, Qingqing quietly took a few steps horizontally along the top of the wall. He could only hear the laughter behind the wall becoming more and more enthusiastic, as if he was afraid that Qingqing would back down and lose any fun.
Lightning flashed, and Qingqing moved like wind. He only heard the sound but saw no one. He crossed the top wall again in the blink of an eye. Several girls who were smiling happily stopped in the middle, squinted their eyes, and searched for Qingqing's face.
Traces. A woman in green reacted quickly, pointing to a green shadow exposed at the corner of the eaves: "Up!"
The woman's feet were not slow, like a big green bird, she nudged close to the wall. Just as Qingqing had already come out, she simply turned over and raised the flute above her head. She jumped and fell straight down the third wall.
Go down.
When the woman in green saw Qing Qing approaching the ground, she raised her sleeves with a "whoosh", and a few silver needles quietly came out, jumping up high. If you look carefully at her hidden sleeves and raised hands, they were even better than Jiang Chenbi from Nanlin.
Much higher.
Jiang Chenbi?
When this name popped into Qingqing's mind, it suddenly merged with the green figure in front of her. The two people's needle-shooting techniques and body shapes were too similar.
There was no time to think carefully, Qingqing suddenly turned around, turned sideways in the air, huddled up to avoid two or three silver needles. When another needle came, Qingqing did not avoid it at all, and in an instant stretched her legs and feet, crossing the flute.
, and let the thin needle penetrate into one of the flute holes.
Although the white jade flute was invulnerable, it could not prevent the slender needle from being embedded in the wood grain. The moment the silver needle penetrated the wood, the flute body fell straight down and hit the woman in green's heavenly cap firmly.