In the tenth year of the first year of Hua Dynasty, on Yeping Mountain, Linghu Ziqi tore off the delicate outer brocade seal and took out a thin piece of Osmanthus osmanthus paper. On it were printed a few lines of exquisite hairpin flowers in regular script:
It has been more than ten years since my brother left the mountain and established his own business. It has been more than ten years. Until Zi Shu passed away, my brother was aware that he had been entrusted by his master and had been separated from his brother for a long time. I hope that I will forgive Qin for his dereliction of duty.
, Hui Lirong kowtows in front of the ancestors' souls together. And the Lantern Festival will not last long, if I am willing to return to the mountain for a few days...
Seeing this, Zi Qi sighed impatiently. The piece of paper made a "clatter" and made a crisp sound in the air before falling into the stove and burning brightly. Qixue put the hot new tea next to Zi Qi:
"Why is master angry?"
Ziqi closed his eyes: "It's not that I'm angry, it's that I have nothing to say."
"Master really wants to go back to Lirong Mountain?"
"Of course. If you haven't celebrated the Lantern Festival for many years, it doesn't look like you are a junior."
Qixue nodded: "Disciple will reply to the letter right away."
"No need." Ziqi raised his hand, "We can just go back by ourselves, why don't we need others to welcome us from afar?"
"……yes."
"The so-called rivers and lakes are a gathering of strange people and strange things, and the world is constantly changing. Ever since humans had the seven-aperture consciousness, they have realized the gifts of the sun and the moon, and have been looking for their own way of survival in the world.
Gradually, some people find that they can integrate with a certain ability around them, and thus sum up their own unique rules for resisting the challenges of the world. Such abilities are passed down from generation to generation and evolve into
It became what people call 'skill' today."
The afternoon sun was warm. On the cliff, Ziqin was dressed in green and sitting among the mottled shadows of the trees. He stroked the lyre with his left hand and raised his right hand into the wind. He smiled gently: "Qing Qing, it's about to begin!"
Qingqing nodded and closed her eyes. The direction she was about to step into was the crystallization of Zi Shu's calligraphy, which originated from the "Bi Zhen Diagram" written by Wang Xizhi, a calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. At this moment, Zi Qin used the sound of the piano to make a formation, using "
The seven directions of the "Bi Zhen Tu" surround Qing Qing in the center.
Like a sleeping ghost wandering in the dreamland, Qingqing's steps were light and gentle, drifting towards Ziqin like a soft wind. In an instant, Qingqing was surrounded by the formation built by Ziqin with the sound of the piano. It seemed that Qingqing was hesitant.
Jue, Ziqin rolled out a string of triplet from his right hand:
"Gong, Zheng, Yu!"
Qingqing jumped up instantly, used the move "Lu Xi to break the elephant", and then ran towards the "Left" position in the southeast corner. When he rushed forward, Qingqing was not in a hurry to take the position, but held out his wooden flute and bowed
He dodged the "melody" coming from above Ziqin and simply hooked forward. He only needed to move forward to move the "melody" closer. Ziqin narrowed his eyes and smiled, still holding his right hand.
It was falling, but two sounds were emphatically erased:
"Gong, horn!"
Following the guidance of the sound of the piano, Qingqing rolled on the spot, stood up facing the southwest corner, with the flute in front of him, exploring the next direction formed by the music. If there is a hidden trick hidden in the melody of the piano, it is
It is as solid as a collapse, but it is faintly tangible. Is it a "point" position or a "horizontal" position?
At this time, thousands of melodies with varying levels of high and low were rushing towards Qingqing like waves. Qingqing closed her eyes tightly, letting one melody after another rush towards her ears. Suddenly, Qingqing turned sideways and let the dark sound on the piano pass.
As a hidden move, one foot touches the ground, and the upper body rushes into an angle that is absolutely difficult to maintain balance. With the momentum of "thousand-mile formation clouds", he holds the flute and makes a sharp stroke in front of his chest, making the "horizontal" formation "rumbling".
Pushed away.
It was like a storm that suddenly stopped, leaving only a buzzing sound echoing in the mountains.
An old leaf was shaken and fell on the head of Qingqing's flute. Qingqing slowly landed on the ground. The old leaf was as motionless as sitting on the top of Mount Tai. He didn't even want to join the rustling chorus of the wind blowing through the woods. Compared with the first time he stepped in ten years ago,
During the sound formation, all the internal organs were at the level of dizziness. Now Qingqing is able to push and pull the sound formation, her ears are more sensitive, and her heart feels a little calmer.
Even though he pushed away the "horizontal" array, Qingqing still felt that the sound of insects kept coming in his head. He must have made a decision too late and failed to completely push the sound array away from his side. So he put his palms together and stood on the flute in front of his chest.
, stood still, waited for the fresh mountain air to wash away the distracting thoughts in his mind, and said softly: "Broken!" followed by a move of "peak stone falling", using the flute body to violently crack the air around him.
"Oh!"
Along with the sound of Qingqing volleying and slashing in the air, a laughing scolding came from not far away: "You are destined not to taste my sweet-scented osmanthus cake!"
Feeling that her mind had calmed down, Qingqing opened her eyes and turned around. As expected, it was Senior Sister Qilang holding a bamboo basket, her red lips slightly parted, walking like a fairy, with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus all over her body.
Came over: "No, you split the flower cake in half and eat it yourself!"
Qingqing's eyes lit up, and her eager little hands were about to take the flower cake, but Qilang retracted the flower cake again: "You just started practicing, and your hands are full of dirt. Open your mouth -" Qingqing
Obediently, she raised her head and opened her mouth. A shadow floated over her head, and her mouth was filled with the taste of summer. Qingqing choked on a huge piece of flower cake and was speechless, so she had to mumble a greeting to the master.
Li: "I would like to ask Master for advice today."
Ziqin put away his qin and came over to get a piece of cake to eat. After a while, he asked Qilang: "How are the preparations for the Lantern Festival?"
"Back to the headmaster, everything has been arranged on the mountain, and the two invitations have been sent down the mountain by Senior Brother Hengshen and Senior Sister Qichuan."
The Spiritual Lantern Festival is a rule established by the first master Linghu Shuichen of Lirong Mountain.
The day is set on the seventh day of April every year, which means that all things grow in summer and the grass is luxuriant. We take this opportunity to thank the creatures of heaven and earth for their wisdom to the younger generations, so that each of Linghu's descendants can have their own unique magic to settle down and live. Later, for
Promoting disciples from all sects to encourage each other, the Lantern Festival has become an arena for competition in spells. Since in Lirong Mountain, only disciples who have separated into different sects as adults can travel alone in the mountain, so every year younger disciples rise up
Striving to be the first, or inheriting the high skills of the predecessors, adding new techniques to the bookkeeping of the branch hall in Lirongshan.
Qingqing left the cliff where he and Ziqin lived for the first time and came to the mountainside. He was immediately dazzled by the exquisite and complicated brocade in the brocade hall. Qilang picked up a piece of light cyan silk and put it on Qingqing's shoulders:
"Do you like prunes or ivory fruits?"
"I..." Qingqing blushed, "Senior sister has decided."
"Then it depends on my mood. No, you go to the Nongzhi Hall and move the wild herbs prepared by Sister Qichuan to the Pharmacy Hall, and then you and Brother Hengshen take the layout list and visit Chen Residence and hang it at the door. The sun shines
Come back to me before the Fourth Bamboo Festival and take the embroidered robe to the leader and send it to the top of the cliff..." After saying such a series of words, Qilang warned again, "Uncle Ziqi and Aunt Zihua are going to be together in the next few days.
Here, if you go to greet her, don't be irrational, don't talk too much, don't wait and see..." Qilang didn't wait for her words to fall, and suddenly grabbed Qingqing's waist next to her and leaned against the wall.
Qingqing heard something bursting in the air, and saw a long sword passing through the window outside the house and piercing the wall with a clang. The sword penetrated the wall more than a foot deep, leaving only the hilt.
There were a few "buzzing" earthquakes outside, and then it became quiet. A man outside the window shouted loudly: "Uncle Master, how can he be like worshiping ancestors during the Lantern Festival like this?"
Qilang and Qingqing hurried out of the hall. They saw that Heng Shen no longer had a long sword in his hand, but was holding a short dagger. Opposite Heng Shen was another man standing tall and tall, holding a black chess piece between his two fingers.
The man raised his head and smiled, and an icy cold air passed over Heng Shen's face: "Okay. I was a proud disciple in the past, but today I have rebelled and joined someone else's sect!" There was a sound of wind and a low rebuke, and a black chess piece was directed towards Heng Shen's Tianling Cap.
Hit it up.
Qing Qing saw that the chess pieces were coming so fast that no one else could stop him, so he simply used all his strength and threw the wooden flute away. Unexpectedly, this man was so powerful that the moment the flutes and chess pieces collided, the wooden flute could not be knocked away at all.
The son of the air. Seeing the strong wind blowing up, Heng Shen showed no sign of dodging. Fortunately, Muxiao finally missed the chess piece by a tiny bit. Under the gaze of everyone, the black chess piece flew past Heng Shen's temple.
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Seeing that the wooden flute was knocked to the ground by the chess piece, Qingqing had already jumped into the field before Qilang could react. Just when her fingers were about to reach the wooden flute, Qingqing felt a strong force behind her lift her up into the air.
Another big hand suddenly stretched out and snatched away the wooden flute that was close at hand.
Turning around, it turned out to be the man who had injured Hengshen just now. Qingqing saw that the man was wearing a gray robe with the same shape as Lirongshan's green robe, so he was sure that he recognized him and shouted loudly: "Master, help me!"
Uncle Ziqi disrespects the elders, betrays the elders and bullies the younger disciples——"
When Ziqi heard this, he almost laughed out loud. Then he thought that if the disciple's scolding really reached Ziqin's ears, it would be too difficult to end it. So he took out two chess pieces from his sleeves, and before they hit the ground, he pointed them with his toes.
Xiang Hengshen and Qilang. Neither of them expected such a surprise attack, so they had to turn around in a hurry to avoid it. When they turned around, Ziqi and Qingqing were no longer in sight.
In other words, Ziqi was like a farmer holding a vegetable basket and catching hens at the market. He held a wooden flute in one hand and Qingqing in the other hand and went down the mountain. Qingqing saw that the wooden flute was only a few inches away from him, but he fought hard
He couldn't reach it with all his strength, so he had to tilt his head to one side and said nothing. After an unknown amount of time, Ziqi met Qixue at the foot of the mountain and asked, "Have you found your Aunt Zihua?"
Qixue lowered her head: "Wei Zeng. I was afraid of getting lost on the mountain, so I had to come down and wait for the master."
Zi Qi didn't ask any more questions, and took his two disciples (to be precise, one carried one with the other) to the market, and found a restaurant to rest. Before he could let Qing Qing down, Zi Qi vaguely felt that he
The palms of his hands were shaking from time to time. When he looked down, he saw that Qingqing had been sleeping soundly in a distant dreamland for some time. The sound of weak snoring came and went. As time went by, Ziqi's arms began to feel numb.
Ziqi sneered in his heart, and suddenly let go of his hand without any warning. Qingqing fell face first to the ground.
It was not until the moment he landed that Qingqing woke up in a daze. At this time, it was too late to reach out to block the frame. He only heard a "bang" and his face fell into the soil. When he looked up, his nose was already bleeding, and there was even more blood on his chin.
A large piece of it was torn. Seeing Ziqi and another woman walking not far ahead, Qingqing hurriedly caught up with him: "Give me the flute!"
Ziqi turned around, crossed his chest, and looked at Qingqing with interest: "What will you do if I don't pay you back?"
"Then I won't leave."
Ziqi sighed and smiled faintly: "Go back quickly, or I will regret letting you go later."
"I won't reply."
Ziqi put away his smile, turned back to his murderous cold eyes, turned around and continued walking forward. Qingqing wiped the blood and dirt on his face, ignored the injury on his chin, and limped along again.
Go up.
Walking to a top-notch restaurant in front, Ziqi went in and sat down, and he and Qixue started eating by themselves. Seeing Qingqing standing hesitant not far away, he glanced at her and said, "Come and eat, no?"
You won’t have the energy to chase after me when you’re full.” Qingqing thought it was not unreasonable, so she sat down and huddled aside, holding a bowl of dry rice and started eating silently.
After the three of them had finished eating, Ziqi was about to pay for the meal when Qingqing suddenly untied a gold lock from his neck and rushed it to the waiter. The gold lock was originally used by people around Wuming Valley when their children were full moon.
As was the custom at that time, Zi Shu also used all his remaining savings to give Qing Ling and Qing Qing a ring each. For the poor Wuminggu and Lirong Mountain, this was the only valuable thing Qingqing had.
When the waiter saw it, he knew that the thing made of gold was enough for a hundred meals, so he happily took it and ran away towards the kitchen. Zi Qi sneered: "It's quite rich."
Qingqing sat motionless, but suddenly she shed two lines of tears: "This is the master's thing, uncle can't take it away..." After saying that, she pursed her lips, and the grievance finally came to her heart, and her tears seemed to be broken.
The beads on her cheeks couldn't stop twitching. Qixue on the side saw Qingqing in a mess but crying sadly, so she couldn't help but take out the handkerchief and handed it to Qingqing's hand.
Ziqi was speechless for a moment. Seeing Qingqing's frowning expression and shedding tears, although he had already thought of returning the flute, he secretly hoped that this disciple would stay with him for a few more days. So he put away his cold look and put on a light expression.
With a smile: "I can pay you back, but I can't pay you back until I return to Lirong Mountain."
"Why, why?"
"When you get back to the mountain, no matter what happens to you or this piece of wood, your master will make trouble for me."
Qingqing couldn't think of a reason to refute, so he had to set foot on the road back to the mountain with Ziqi and Qixue. On the way, Ziqi asked about Bai Yuxiao, and Qingqing told Ziqi about his experience ten years ago.
Read it again.
At night, Qingqing saw Qixue sleeping soundly on the grass, and Uncle Ziqi hanging on the branch breathing evenly, so he quietly climbed up the tree and climbed towards Ziqi.
Qingqing carefully leaned on a trembling branch on the head of Ziqin and stretched out his arms as far as possible. However, the wooden flute around Liongqi's waist was still an inch away. Qingqing exerted a little force, and the branch creaked.
He sang a song, which scared Qingqing and quickly took back his hand. After a while, the moonlight was bright, Qingqing hooked his feet on the stronger branch slightly inside, and let his body hang diagonally downwards.
God wanted to watch the live performance of this upside-down golden hook for a while longer. Every time Qingqing swung, the branches would sing a "squeak". While Qingqing secretly complained, he found that even if he swung to the farthest point, he would not be able to reach it.
It's just one inch away from the wooden flute.
Helpless, Qingqing gritted his teeth, let go of his ankles, and let himself fall vertically from the tree. When he landed next to Zi Qi, he took action like lightning and pulled out the wooden flute from Zi Qi's waist. In order to avoid falling to the ground
After making a sound, Qingqing had no choice but to use her other hand to grab the last, thickest branch on the way down.
The old tree was shaken so much that it stopped making any sound. Qingqing looked up and saw that the chess piece was still in the same posture as before. Qixue under the tree even snored lightly.
He controlled his body and landed quietly. Looking through the moonlight, he saw that the hand holding the branch was already bleeding. How could Qingqing care so much at this time? He inserted the wooden flute back into his waist and walked towards Lirong Mountain.
Run away.
Qingqing was running on the road, out of breath. When he stopped and looked up, he saw the chess piece standing in the moonlight, and his clothes were scattered - he was actually holding his own white jade flute in his hand!
He hurriedly touched his waist and found that the wooden flute was gone. Unexpectedly, Ziqi passed by Qingqing at some time and lurked in front of him, waiting to see the joke. Qingqing himself was not aware of it. Ziqi was holding the flute.
Palm: "This hero is very good at martial arts. That move called 'Upside Down Golden Hook', was it Zishu who taught you, or Ziqin?"
Qingqing was so angry that she couldn't speak. Seeing that her tears were about to well up again, she quickly turned around and walked back angrily. Qixue, who had just woken up, saw that one of the two had tears in her eyes, and the other had a secret smile at the corner of her mouth.
Le, I was so stunned that I didn’t know what to say.
Breakfast was some dry food that Qixue brought from the restaurant last time, but Qingqing was too angry to eat it. For lunch, the three of them went to an inconspicuous small restaurant on the street and ordered a large table of dishes. Qingqing sat down again without taking a bite.
She moved, causing several waiters to look this way frequently. Ziqi stopped trying to persuade her, and just watched coldly and let her starve. In this way, the three people who were originally silent were even more embarrassed and speechless along the way.
Three days passed like this. Qingqing felt that the road out of the mountain was not that long, but he didn't know why it took so long. When he finally could see the foot of Lirong Mountain, Qingqing fell straight backwards.
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Ziqi didn't expect Qingqing to be so stubborn. He couldn't help but secretly regret that he had taken such a long detour and asked Qixue to go to the doctor to buy some soup and medicine first. Qingqing finally opened his eyes in a daze.
, spit out one word: "Hungry."
Ziqi glared at her sternly: "If you don't have a full stomach, do you still have the strength to grab the flute?"
Qing Qing also tilted his head: "I'm so hungry, Master will also make trouble for Master Uncle."
Ziqi was speechless. Seeing that Qingqing's face turned red, he stood up and said, "Find a place to eat first, and then go up the mountain after eating." After taking a few steps, he turned back and threw the wooden flute towards Qingqing:
"Hold your treasure!"
At this time, Lirong Mountain was already in chaos. Qichuan, Hengshen, and Qilang went down the mountain to search for more than ten times, but could not find Qingqing's shadow. Ziqin could not eat a mouthful of food for three days, and
Suffering from the fact that he couldn't go down the mountain, he had no choice but to stop thinking about tea and sleepless nights, but there was nothing he could do.
On the third day, Ziqin sent his disciples down the mountain to look for him again. He sat alone in the bamboo hut and couldn't even tune the strings in his hands. Gradually, there was a burst of brisk footsteps outside the house, and a silver bell-like laughter rang in Ziqin's ears:
"Senior brother, don't worry, I'll just go find the chess piece."
It is said that after Ziqi took Qingqing Qixue to eat half of the sheep, he sent the two to the mountain pass and left alone. Qixue had no choice but to go up the mountain with Qingqing. Qingqing was immersed in taking back the wood.
In the joy of playing the flute, he didn't think much about it, he just hummed a song and walked up the mountain. A little monkey next to the stone steps saw the two coming, and walked up to them with a few steps, and followed the example of humans and bowed.
, his big clear eyes blinked, and he kept giggling at the two of them.
Qingqing remembered that he still had a few burritos with him, so he tore off a piece and threw it towards the monkey. The monkey was unambiguous, like a man with magic, he stretched out his arms and scooped up, and most of the burritos were already gone.
After a few bites, he continued to blink at the two of them and stretched out his hand.
The two of them looked at the remaining half of the burrito, thinking that the mountain road was steep, and if they couldn't go up for a while but were hungry, it would be bad. Seeing the hesitation on their faces, the monkey jumped straight on Qixue,
He stretched out his hand to grab the bread.
Seeing that the monkey was so arrogant, Qixue slapped it with her backhand: "Smelly monkey, how dare you snatch it?!" Unexpectedly, the monkey's movements were very fast, and his body suddenly leaned back to snatch Qixue's slap, and then made another stroke.
In a big circle, the probe jumped to Qingqing.
"Cao Yi came out of the water?" Qingqing was stunned. Qingqing only vaguely remembered that Ziqin told herself such a trick, but couldn't remember which one it was. Qingqing subconsciously pulled the wooden flute at his waist, but he couldn't remember it.
Worried about actually hurting the monkey, I had no choice but to push it with my bare hands.
The monkey saw that there was a wooden stick hanging on Qingqing's waist. It was very beautiful, so he turned around and grabbed the white jade flute again. Qingqing finally couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing that the monkey had stretched out his hand, he took the lead and grabbed the flute firmly.
, with a slap with the other hand, the monkey flew into the air. At the same time, a sharp howl came from the woods, and a much larger female monkey walked out of the forest on the rustling fallen leaves.
He jumped out, quickly opened his arms, and the little monkey landed right in the mother monkey's arms.
Another person came out from behind the female monkey and smiled like a silver bell at Qingqing and Qixue: "What two unruly disciples, no wonder Brother Ziqi is angry with you!"