In the confusion, Qingqing felt that he had regained some consciousness. He dragged himself to his feet and couldn't help but think, how many more days can he wait for to be tortured like this?
This time, the footsteps of two people stepped on the stair board one after another. Except Ange An Shaoxia, the other person seemed to move much more lightly, floating closer vaguely, and seemed to come and go without a trace. Qingqing felt for a moment
It sounds so familiar that I tried my best to think about it, but I couldn't remember it at once.
It wasn't until the distant footsteps kept approaching that Qingqing dragged his shackles and walked towards the door. Ange patted the door: "Young Master Linghu, this is Mr. Luo."
Mr. Luo!
Qingqing almost screamed, turned around in a hurry, and suddenly ducked behind the corner. Luo Ya raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times: "Qingqing, why don't you remember me?"
The knocks on the iron door kept coming, and Qingqing felt upset. She hid in the corner and leaned against the wall, with big tears pouring down one after another. Qingqing reached out to cover her face, but
This caused the wrist chain to buzz. Ange seemed to open the door, and Roja's footsteps were getting closer and closer to him.
Seeing the hem of the black robe burst into view, Qingqing turned around quickly, but her left wrist was suddenly caught in the air. Qingqing stubbornly turned her head to one side, but in the end she couldn't withstand Mr. Luo's strength. She suddenly staggered and turned around.
She turned around. The moment she turned around, Qingqing finally couldn't restrain herself and immediately buried her head in her husband's loose black robe, lying on Luo Ya's shoulder and crying non-stop.
Perhaps there were too many tears accumulated in the past few days. Qingqing was crying and couldn't stop sobbing. She didn't know how long it took, and she even burst into tears.
Luo Ya just held Qingqing quietly in his arms, breathing up and down, and remained motionless no matter how long Qingqing cried.
After Qingqing's crying stopped, Luo Ya patted Qingqing's back gently: "Okay, look at you crying like this, your nose is all covered with snot." Qingqing raised her head, and her mysterious eyes and familiar smile appeared.
In front of you.
"I originally broke in in the name of senior brother, but I met a young man downstairs and said he was your brother."
"Brother?" Qingqing was surprised, why did An Yu come here?
"You're talking about threatening your senior brother's life and burning the Ruixin Pagoda again... but he was forced out by five or six disciples later. Let's not talk about it for now." Luo Ya withdrew his eyes and touched Qing Qing's face.
,"Has grown tall."
"Yeah." Qingqing smiled shyly and nodded.
"Is this the fifteenth year?"
"sixteen."
"Yes, I'm sixteen already." Luo Ya also smiled, but his smile suddenly turned bitter, "Do you know where Master Linghu has gone?"
Qingqing was stunned for a moment, but then lowered her head to hold back tears: "I know."
"Smart." A faint light appeared in Mr. Luo's black robe, "Then do you want to go find him?"
Qingqing shook his head, lowered his eyes and saw the iron shackles on his wrists, and whispered: "I can't go anywhere now."
"Yes, as long as you are alive."
Luo Ya's mysterious and compelling arrogance was constantly reflected from under the black mask. Lei Ran's eyes were staring closely at the blood stains on Qing Qing's clothes. Suddenly, Qing Qing suddenly raised her head: "Mr. Luo, tell me your fortune."
After hearing this, Mr. Luo grabbed Qingqing's wrist and quietly spread her scarred palm.
Between the rough palm lines, a black and red mark is visible. This typical biting poison is not even used externally by the senior master, but it was used by senior brother Ruo on a teenage child. Thinking of this
, Luo Ya couldn't help scolding Ruodong several times in his heart.
After staring at Qingqing's fingertips and palms for a long time, Luo Ya raised his head and smiled: "No need."
"What?"
"When you and I separated ten years ago, I didn't tell you the hexagrams at that time, but you yourself have lived until today."
"Just alive?" Qing Qing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, "I got into so many troubles all the way down the mountain..."
"Qing Qing, life and death are easy in this world. You have walked through the fires of the Southern Forest and the ice and snow of the frost pond, so you can definitely continue on.
Upon hearing this, Qingqing stared at Mr. Luo's eyes under the mask and couldn't say a word.
"Just like Master Linghu - if he can survive the wounds of Biting Poison, he will definitely not die in the same place."
Qingqing took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.
Suddenly thinking of something, Qingqing couldn't help but ask: "Then, when can I see you again, sir?"
"Hmm... If we were to tell fortunes." Luo Ya pinched his fingers seriously, "I guess it's a place where singing and dancing flourish, and the night is as bright as day."
An Ge found that Linghu Qingqing had gradually changed a lot since his uncle left. Apart from dragging his shackles to fiddle with his long broken hair every morning, he could also smile a little when the two looked at each other.
But Qingqing still refused to take the medicine, and her emaciated body was getting weaker day by day.
Finally one day, when Qingqing walked towards the door dragging heavy shackles, she fell to the ground unconscious without any warning. An Ge was at a loss and poured the remaining cold medicine in the bowl of Qingqing into Qingqing's mouth tremblingly. Qingqing's pale face
His lips moved and he opened his eyes.
"I want to see...see Mr."
"gentlemen?"
"Yes." Qingqing nodded with difficulty, "Mr. Ruo, I just said that I know I don't have much time and I want to see you."
Although An Ge looked embarrassed, he still nodded: "I'll try."
In the next few days, Qingqing spent most of the time huddled in a corner enduring the pain in her shoulders and palms. When the pain was severe, she would be unconscious all day long.
As soon as Ruo Dong climbed the stairs, he saw black and red blood stains all over the room that could no longer be cleaned.
When An Ge opened the door, Qingqing suddenly woke up from her coma and forced herself to stand up. When she came to Ruo Dong, she suddenly knelt down and kowtowed silently without saying a word.
Seeing this, Ruo Dong felt inexplicable sorrow and sorrow in his heart.
After a long while, Qingqing was still lying on the ground, and Ruo Dong asked: "What is it?"
"Disciple understands in his heart that he cannot survive these few days." Qingqing raised her upper body slightly and gasped weakly, "So I have one last request, sir, please allow me."
Seeing Ruo Dong nodding, Qing Qing continued: "Disciple, I kindly ask for paper and pen to write a letter to Master."
Upon hearing the word "write a letter", Ruo Dong frowned: "You really can't guess the whereabouts of Master Linghu?"
"Disciple knows." Qing Qing even bowed his head, "Sir, you know better than disciple."
When Ruo Dong heard this, he sighed: "Okay." Then with a wink, he asked An Ge to unshackle Qingqing's hands and feet. Jingming brought a simple rough paper inkstone, and Qingqing lay prone and coughed violently.
.
Qing Qing respectfully greets my master:
On the first day of the eighth lunar month at the beginning of the Chinese lunar month, my disciple was in the Ruixin Tower, only a hundred miles away from his master. Today, I was out of breath, and I looked up at the clouds for thousands of miles. Poisons and misfortunes were happening at the same time, and I didn’t know when I would return. When Qing Qing was in coma, he only wanted to retreat in Rongshan Mountain.
Ten years later, remembering the past and reflecting on the past, it is not as regretful as the punishment of fire, ice and snow, but also the humiliation of Rong Linghu's sect.
The disciple is incompetent and despicable. I pray that we will see each other in the underworld and thank my teacher again.
Presented by Qing Qing.
After writing this, Qing Qing put down the pen, and finally couldn't help but spit out a big mouthful of blood on the small table inkstone. The letter with still wet ink was stained with blood. An Ge looked at it and also
I couldn't help but shed tears silently.
Without saying a word, Ruo Dong walked to the door, picked up the soup delivered today, and glared at Jing Ming: "Why is it cold?"
Jingming saluted: "It's my fault, disciple."
Before anyone could recover, Ruo Dong suddenly walked up to Qingqing, grabbed her delicate neck like lightning, and drank the bowl of bitter and cold soup straight down her throat.
Qingqing's eyes widened in fright, but she couldn't struggle at all. She choked on a mouthful of medicine and lay on her back coughing non-stop.
Ruo Dong threw the empty bowl into Jing Ming's hand: "If she doesn't drink the medicine from now on, she will just drink it like this." The two nodded.
"With all the things you have done, don't even think about ending up here." Mr. Ruo turned back to Qing Qing and glared coldly. The iron door rang, and several familiar footsteps walked down the tower one after another.
With the Biting Powder forcibly drank and no longer bound by shackles, Qingqing's complexion indeed improved a lot. However, as soon as Mr. Ruo left with the letter, there was no news. Even An, who often said a few words,
Song, the number of appearances has also decreased a lot. I come occasionally, but I say hello in a hurry, and then run away in a hurry.
Qingqing felt that he was gradually gaining some strength, so he also began to resume the habit of practicing martial arts. He would meditate every morning and recite the music scores he had learned in his mind one by one.
The wooden flute was not at hand, so I had to take out a few chess pieces and hit them on the mirror to make the music.
It happened that he had played all the seven or eight zither and flute songs by heart, but the more Qingqing recalled the song "Goose Falling on the Sand", the more strange he felt. He had only listened to it in a hurry before leaving the mountain, and after not having heard it for a long time
Nine times out of ten, I have forgotten all about it. For the remaining ten or two, I typed it carefully based on my thoughts, but I felt that my heart was blocked and I felt uncomfortable. It was completely different from when I listened to the master's performance.
The wild geese fall on the flat sand, the spring grass blooms in Xiaoxiang, the autumn leaves bring high aspirations, and the mind of a hermit is revealed. When the master plays, I often feel as if the clouds have traveled thousands of miles and the sky is flying.
Qingqing repeatedly played the few remaining lines of the melody on the mirror, only to feel the echoes echoing, like the faint murderous aura coming from the embarrassment on all sides. It was horrifying to think about it. No matter how many times he tried it over and over, it was still mysterious and dense.
The tone and style haven't changed at all.
Finally hesitating, his blood and breath condensed to the point of discomfort, and with a strong movement of his palm, White smashed the fragile bronze mirror into pieces.
Looking at the sun, I guess the next group of disciples is coming soon.
Helpless, Qingqing had no choice but to hold back her temper and collect the broken glass. Unexpectedly, the bronze mirror shook with her hand, and dust flew up, and the remaining half of the fragments fell to the ground.
A line of ancient text appeared in front of Qingqing's eyes.
Taking a closer look, he saw that it was not words, but a line of disordered piano music with subtracted characters. There was a lot of dust on it, and just as Qingqing was about to wipe it away, a burst of brisk footsteps suddenly came up the stairs.
The young disciple I had never seen before was about the same age as An Yu. He smiled at Qingqing and said, "Young Master Linghu, today is another day of hard work, right?"
Qingqing also forced a smile and pushed the mirror under her feet inward again.
When the young disciple finally came downstairs, Qingqing hurriedly picked up the copper lenses and put them together piece by piece from the back. Blowing away the thick dust, the four words on the right suddenly came into Qingqing's eyes -