Chapter Thirty: Covering the Clouds and Avoiding the Moon
Without having time to think about it, Qingqing quickly spread out her long black hair, pulled off a few strands with both hands, and placed them all in front of the dressing table. The seven thin hairs were pressed under the cups and bowls, which was the simplest look. lyre.
Qingqing put the broken and pieced bronze mirror in his hand, wiped off the rust spots and dust stains, turned his head, and started to play slowly. He could only hear that the music was grand and powerful at first, and the swans took off, which was not the same as what he knew. There is no big difference in "Pingsha Luoyan".
It's just that the zheng and zheng sounds in the song are strangely added to the main part of the major tune, as if leisurely at dusk, adding a hint of secret murderousness.
Halfway through playing, Qingqing felt that he was covered in sweat. The sweat was cold and the blood was hot. It was as uncomfortable as a hundred ants gnawing at the bones. He couldn't help but want to continue playing, and suddenly heard a buzzing sound from the martial arts string. ——It actually stopped on its own.
Qingqing pulled out another long hair and fixed it on the wooden string again. Fang wanted to raise his hand and flick it, but unexpectedly, the wooden string sounded silently and broke with another "bang" sound.
After breaking two strings in a row, Qingqing felt more and more uncomfortable. She simply picked up all the pieces and looked directly at the end of the tune, when four words vaguely came into view:
"Yours sincerely, Nanshuo."
An unknown person, even the master has never mentioned it. The wild goose falls on the flat sand, and the wild goose falls on the flat sand... Qingqing frowned, calmed down slightly, and sat down in front of the Seven-Faced Jianqin again.
With a raise of his hand, Qingqing rolled a long string of legato notes down the strings. He did not follow the score word by word, but only remembered the tunes of the Grand Master on the cliff, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at the bronze mirror. For another piece of music, I wanted to try splicing the two pieces together.
If you encounter strange Zhengyin or Zhengyin changes, just pick it up and change the strings.
After playing all the way to the end, Qingqing felt that her heart was extremely clear, the gnawing feeling gradually disappeared, and she felt relieved.
It's just that the last section of the music score at the end is somehow missing a beat of rhythm, as if the score is unfinished and missing a note.
When Ziziyi reached the end, Qingqing glanced at the bronze mirror and saw that the missing sound was exactly the place where the four words were embedded: "Yours sincerely, Nanshuo."
Are these four character books also calligraphy charts?
I'm afraid not. The tune given to me by Grandpa Ghost gradually weakened at the end, and there may not be any new lingering sounds added. Thinking of this, Qingqing's heart was filled with ants again, and he retched several times uncomfortably. , just two drops of blood flowing down.
Seeing the blood pouring from her mouth, Qingqing subconsciously looked towards the door. It turned out that she had closed her eyes and meditated for a long time, but she didn't realize that it was already dark, and a short candle was standing alone next to the medicine bowl in the small window. There was also a note underneath: Drink it yourself.
Qingqing smiled, not knowing whether it was An Ge's or Jing Ming's handwriting.
A strong and bitter smell assaulted my nostrils. I just picked up the bowl and brought it to my mouth when I heard a sudden vibration outside the window and went straight up the thousand-foot-high tower pillar.
"boom!"
The ground was shaking when his feet were unstable. Qingqing spilled the bowl of medicine all over his body, so he had no intention of drinking any more. He quickly ran to the railing and looked down:
Clouds were lingering, and several rice-sized figures moved under the tower. An Ge and Jing Ming stopped at the door. The other two people, the more Qingqing looked at them, the more they looked familiar——
One is Master Que, whom I have met twice in West Lake, and the other is Li Wu, the doctor in charge of Nanlin.
Li Wu was covered in vines and grass, and from a distance, he looked like a walking bush. The four of them were arguing about something, but more than a dozen disciples in straw robes suddenly swarmed up and headed directly towards him. The male and female heroes rushed over.
Jing Ming's long sword went in white and came out red, and his hand was sharp and flawless. One person was facing five or six enemies, but he didn't feel any difficulty for the time being.
On An Ge's side, the sharp sword blade was shining, but it could not penetrate the enemy's vital points, so he had to retreat continuously. Several grass disciples saw the loophole and stepped forward with a proud smile.
The whirring copper hammer was about to hit the head with a beautiful bun.
Just before the shadow of the giant hammer shrouded An Ge's small figure, a chess piece suddenly flew down from a high place, with a clear and loud "ding" sound, and was driven into the copper hammer and steel without any bias. I saw that it was hard.
The hammer hook was unable to withstand the falling chess piece from high in the air. The disciple holding the hammer suddenly let go of his hand in pain, and the hammer chain flew far away, and a large piece of the surface covered with barbs was dented.
A group of people on the ground looked up at the same time. The clouds were thick and there was a person standing faintly on the top of the tower.
While everyone's attention was being sucked by the man upstairs, there was still a disciple with a sledgehammer in his hand, who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to quickly finish off the female disciple in West Lake.
Not long after, the wind blew again, and the bronze hammer of Li Gua was about to hit An Ge again.
Jing Ming hurriedly turned around on the other side, but five or six grass disciples stepped forward in an instant, separating and surrounding the two of them. Where was there any space for him to turn around and rescue them?
Suddenly, another chess piece fell, but this one came very quickly. It passed through the clouds and fell straight down in the high wind, hitting the disciple holding the hammer on the back of the head. I saw that the disciple's head was twisted into a strange shape.
Shape, dark blood flowed down his neck, and he slumped to the ground motionless.
Li Wu and Mr. Que looked at each other and stared at the cyan figure in the tower.
"superior!"
Hearing Mr. Li's whistle, in an instant, groups of grass disciples jumped out of the bushes, the grass blades shook, and they stepped on sticky hooks, and rushed straight up towards the hundred-foot-tall building.
Seeing that Ange's life was in danger, Qingqing didn't have time to think too much, so he took action one after another with the black and white chess pieces. But he didn't expect that the power from high altitude would be so great, and a slight throw would cause another life-threatening situation.
Seeing that the grass disciples were all covered in green leaves, with unknown iron hooks under their feet, climbing up was like walking on flat ground. Qingqing quickly turned around and entered the room, took a glance, but there were no weapons to resist. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, half a stick of incense,
The first footsteps hitting the wall have already reached my ears.
Glancing at it, a wisp of gray-stained silk ribbon came into Qingqing's eyes from under the dressing table. When he took out the silk ribbon, it was about ten feet long, and it was more than tough and unusual. Qingqing suddenly felt something in his heart.
As a last resort, I turned around and walked out of the tower, stepped on the slippery railing, wrapped myself around Chang Ling and climbed to the top of the tower.
Taking advantage of the enemy coming below and still having a chance to breathe, Qingqing quickly unfolded the white and gray belt and tied it firmly on the spire dome.
At the moment when the strong hammer danced from below, Qingqing held the belt in one hand and the chess piece in the other, and it fell rapidly. A black chess piece knocked over the young disciple who was rushing forward.
Qingqing's ribbon flew in the air, and the shadow of the hammer came close. He immediately took action and hit the disciples of Raging Grass one after another in mid-air. A small melon hammer was tied to an iron chain and flew towards it slowly, while the disciple was hiding in the distance.
After turning the corner, only the heart of the hammer was exposed.
However, he saw that Qingqing had already heard the coming of the wind, lowered his head to avoid it, and then used a move of "flying black heron" to fly towards the back of the corner of the tower. Kong Er heard several "dang-dang" sounds, which must be behind the corner.
There were more than one person hiding, and the chess piece was thrown out. He couldn't resist it at all, so he screamed and fell thousands of feet into the air.
Before his heart was settled, there was another wave of copper light and golden shadow in front of his eyes, almost grazing against Qingqing's scalp.
Seeing that the hammer hook was about to break the Bai Ling that he relied on to hang in the air, Qingqing quickly withdrew his hand and turned around. He plunged hard and sank, finally saving his life. But when he let go, his body suddenly fell, and he hurriedly tightened his grip again.
It's the end of the silk thread, and it will slide down in an instant.
And the copper light approached the silk ribbon, only a few inches away.
At the critical moment, Qingqing suddenly spotted the sticky hook of grass blades, and almost at the same time, he formed a chess formation and hit the "peak falling stone". Sparks suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, the disciple was hanging on
The sticky hooks on the soles of the feet on the tower wall suddenly slipped out, and a scream that could not be contained in time penetrated the sky along with the sound of the falling wind at a rapid speed.
Qingqing looked at the dangling place under his feet, where green vines were layered like ocean waves. Even though people were falling, people were still coming.
I have been holding on to the white silk ribbon with one hand. The surrounding area of the tower is slippery and there is no place to stay. After three sticks of incense, half of my arms are numb and stiff, unable to move. Seeing that the old enemies have not been eliminated, new enemies have come again. Qing Qing
He had to change his hands and jump lightly, take a strong breath, and sweep out the long row of chess pieces.
"Whoosh -" a long echo pierced the night sky, and the fireflies flew towards the tower with light and slight flashes.
Qingqing turned around, and there were already several crisp sounds, "Whoosh--" It seemed that there was still a human figure faintly shaking at the end of the fluorescent light. After a closer look, Qingqing almost took a breath, let go and fell to the bottom of the tower:
Strings of black and green vines swayed in vain, and actually walked in the air. They stepped on the traces left by the fluorescent light and rushed from mid-air to the eaves of the tower.
Hidden thread again!
A desperate feeling of powerlessness suddenly rushed into Qingqing's mind. Looking down at the scattered broken limbs on the ground, Qingqing almost cried, wishing that she could just tear off Bai Ling and jump down.
"Listen." Wen Ruqingming's voice sounded in her ears again, and Qingqing finally cried loudly: "Master, this disciple is here..."
In just a moment, the familiar voice suddenly disappeared and disappeared in the sky. Qingqing wiped her tears with her free sleeve, stared at the path traced by the invisible line, and suddenly let go, like a young wild goose.
flew out.
The traces of fireflies disappeared little by little. The moment Qingqing stepped on the thin line, the long side of the line went straight into the dense forest, and several living bushes rushed over. Without thinking about it, Qingqing saw a row of "crows"
"Heron Hengfei" took action, forcing the first few to retreat continuously, colliding with each other and falling into the air.
The usefulness of "Crows flying across the sky" is most vividly reflected in this suspended line.
Facing the approaching but shrinking chess formation, the opponent could do nothing but retreat unless he defeated them all. Qingqing finally smiled proudly with tears in his eyes, and put his hands into his sleeves, but his heart suddenly felt cold.
Half of it.
His sleeves were empty, not a single chess piece was left.
When he looked up, he saw that there was not just one hidden line in the air, but a large network of hooks and hooks formed in an orderly manner. There were disciples running towards each other from all corners of the network. He heard the sound of footsteps in all directions, and Qingqing hesitated for a moment.
The temple was surrounded by countless grass blades in the center.
Qingqing turned around, and the small window bar on the top of the tower disappeared, leaving only dark clouds blocking the moonlight at night.