The footsteps in the night sky suddenly stopped, and Qing Qing felt a strange look in his heart. The bodies of those grass disciples were hidden in the black screen and could not be seen vaguely, but pairs of eyes were shining, like wild cats crouching in the bushes.
Dots of spots shot onto Qingqing's body.
"ha!"
With a neat sound, all the disciples took a step forward at the same time, and the hidden line under Qingqing's feet suddenly shook.
When his eyes finally adapted to the darkness, Qingqing realized that the disciples on each hidden line were all lined up in a row, with their arms raised and their right shoulders slightly slanted, carrying a thick and long old tree trunk on their shoulders.
It turned out that it was to deal with the "flying black heron". Qingqing realized it in his heart and almost laughed out loud. He used a big piece of wood as a shield. I am afraid that some guy who doesn't practice martial arts every day came up with such an idea. But he no longer had anything in his hands.
In chess, there is no chance for them to lead the master's uncle in the chess formation.
After thinking about the silence, it was like a cluster of fireworks exploding. All the grass disciples ran quickly at the same time, and the round and thick wood rushed towards Qingqing's head at lightning speed.
Qingqing suddenly jumped up and jumped onto the first log in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the group of disciples had a tacit understanding. Seeing Qingqing's foot touching the tree, they all threw the wood into the air. Before he could react, Qingqing jumped up again with his left foot and performed the "Bi Zhen Qing Gong", turning back one point at a time.
, the right foot immediately hooked on the edge of another hidden line.
Several sizzling pains came through, and the hidden thread was thin and sharp. This jump cut Qingqing's foot.
The oncoming copper hammer hit him head-on. Qingqing crouched down to get out of the way and grabbed the iron chain of the copper melon hammer. The chain stopped but the hammer did not stop. The heavy melon hammer circled half a circle, suddenly turned sharply, and struck a heavy blow.
The blow hit the disciple himself. The disciple was in severe pain and rushed forward quickly.
Just at that moment, Qingqing swept away a "thousand-mile formation cloud" under his feet, tripping the unprepared disciple under the hidden line.
Unknowingly, there was another scream, and the body was desperately asking for help in the clouds. Qingqing could no longer count how many young men and women fell tonight. She only felt that her hands were stained with more and more blood. Standing on a high place, her chest was filled with breath.
The blood surged painfully.
A pair of copper melon hammers hung in the air, left behind by the man who fell just now.
Seeing another line of disciples carrying old wood and approaching each other, Qingqing didn't want to think about it, so he picked up the melon hammer and ran forward. However, he had never learned how to use a copper hammer, so he was very unfamiliar with swinging it at this time.
With a twist, the hammer hit the log squarely and became embedded in the trunk of the tree, unable to be pulled out.
Suddenly I heard a "clang" sound, and the hidden line under my feet suddenly dropped, as if it softened a little in an instant. But after the lingering sound faded, the sharp thin line still hurt under my feet.
Could it be that something with hidden threads can also be cracked open by a special tone?
Some questions flooded into Qingqing's mind. He used all his strength to let out a long roar and pulled the hammer out from the crack in the wood. Qingqing stumbled and fell backwards. He took a few steps back, but there was no hard line under his feet.
He suddenly let go again and almost couldn't stand, so he fell down.
Sure enough, it was this sound! She was secretly ecstatic in her heart, and Qingqing's heartbeat could not stop. Before, no matter it was a wooden flute or a chess piece, the sound was too small. At this moment, even the giant wood with a copper hammer was just making the long-term sound
Panasonic is just a moment away.
So if you want to enter the Xuantan water, you must ensure a sufficiently shocking sound and accurately control the pitch of your voice.
In the world of martial arts, the only one who can do this is the Xianjian of Master Linghu.
Thinking about this, Qing Qing no longer hesitated, and repeated his old trick and jumped onto the thick wood on everyone's shoulders. Then, using his strength in mid-air, he jumped onto another hidden line behind the corner.
The oncoming water vapor rushed towards my face. In this direction, I was already not far from Xuantan.
Qing Qing swung the copper hammer and listened intently to the direction in which the people were rushing towards carrying logs. He shouted loudly and rushed towards them. He heard a huge "bang" sound, and half of the hidden wire suddenly softened in the air. He was so frightened that several people could not stand still.
The disciple stumbled out again.
Without hesitation, Qingqing silently said: "It's lower." He turned the heavy hammer to the thin branches of the ancient tree. There was another clanking sound, and this time the long line suddenly fell a few feet before stopping again. The group of people
Everyone fell down, and only the last few who had some skills managed to stand firm.
The sound was getting closer and closer.
The surface of the old tree was riddled with holes by the hammer hook. At the last moment when Qingqing aimed at the middle of the thickness, he held the iron chain and rushed towards the piece of wood, shouting at full speed——
"boom!"
The invisible thread under his feet suddenly broke, and everyone fell down like snowflakes. Qingqing held the copper hammer in front of him, and with the last bit of strength, he kicked off the long thread and let himself move towards the direction of the water vapor.
Fall down diagonally.
Green shadows broke through the clouds and mist, and the waves came closer and closer.
Qingqing closed her eyes tightly, thinking of the dense network of hidden threads under the waves, a trembling fear suddenly spread throughout her body, and she had no choice but to press the copper hammer in front of her.
The lingering sound of the blow just now was still ringing in my ears.
The wind and waves rolled up the white water, making waves. Qingqing took a deep breath, as if a cold sharp line was already hitting her eyes.
"thump……"
There was a quiet sound, and a small wave splashed on the water.
What awaits Qingqing is not the pain of being torn apart by hidden threads, but the light waves, as if a pair of big hands are plunging him into the water. Looking back at the buzzing sound on the water, presumably the lingering sound in the air has stopped, and the soft hidden threads have become sharp again.
Qingqing was kicking his hands and feet under the water, and when he opened his eyes in confusion, he saw crystal blue around him, and the moonlight was shining on the strange rocks and reefs, as if he was in a fairyland and a sea palace. But Qingqing didn't know how to swim, so he held a long breath, and for a moment
I don't know where to go underwater.
After waiting for a long time, he let out a long breath, stared at the string of floating bubbles, and closed his eyes.
In a daze, a voice appeared in my ears, clear and warm, like jade:
"Qing Qing, master is here."
In the haze, Qingqing coughed up some water, and felt that her whole body was enveloped by a warm and moist breath like jade. Qingming's voice still rang in her ears: "Qingqing, wake up..."
The beautiful sound still rang in her ears, and Qingqing tried her best to smile. After going down the mountain for several months, every time she was in danger of life or death, her master's quietly refreshing voice echoed in her mind.
Even if the world is surrounded by rings and rings, and the wind and rain are at ease, it is far less pleasant than Master's voice.
Qingqing thought of the last moment when she was unconscious in the sea, and Ziqin said softly: "Wait until the master comes back."
This wait is just half a year.
"Qingqing." It was still Master's voice, like a lingering call under the water. Qingqing opened her eyes -
The familiar, flawless white jade eyes came into view.
Qingqing stretched out her hand and wanted to touch the wet blue hem of her master's clothes. If this was a dream, I'm afraid it would shatter at the first touch. However, Ziqin's warm inner force was clasping Qingqing's thumb, and along the veins, there was a steady flow of energy.
Come.
Qingqing smiled, but her eyes were blurred by tears.
Ziqin picked up Qingqing's weak body and rubbed her messy hair that was dripping with water. Seeing that the master also smiled, Qingqing suddenly rushed up, hugged Ziqin's neck tightly, and sobbed:
"Master, disciple... I have been looking for Master for a long time."
Ziqin also held the little Qingqing in her arms, but she touched her shoulder and back, causing injuries all over her body and face.
Frowning slightly, he couldn't help but hold his arms tighter, and he couldn't help but shed tears: "Next time, I have to stay on the mountain. I shouldn't let you search for so long."
Qingqing shook his head: "I don't want to be alone in the mountains... I just want to be by Master's side all the time."
The master and apprentice looked at each other and smiled.
Qingqing noticed that her master's already fair skin seemed to have become lighter and shone slightly like crystal jade. Leaning on her master, Qingqing began to tell the story of how she met the Grand Master halfway up the mountain and said that she would go
About participating in the Eight Music Concert...
While he was talking, Master didn't seem to be paying attention.
Qingqing raised his head out of curiosity, but Ziqin's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was lost in thought.
"Master?"
"Yes." Ziqin turned around and gently stroked his disciple's face, which had several shallow scratches on it, "I was thinking, the teacher was thinking that I heard a faint bamboo sound the other day, and it turned out to be a new tune composed by Qing Qing."
It turns out that the reason why he played the melody for no reason early in the decisive battle was because of the guidance of his master's voice under the pond! But the sound of the piano came along the water, and it was difficult for Nan Jiayou and others to understand it. Qingqing couldn't help lowering his head and blushing: "
The disciple is bragging nonsense...Master, don't listen."
A dark purple silk string flashed out of the cuff of Ziqin. The two unfolded the long string and touched its left and right sides with their fingers.
Touching the edge of the sword, Qingqing couldn't help but pluck it lightly, lowered his head and listened carefully for a long time. Ziqin was puzzled, and Qingqing only said: "This is the closest this disciple has been to his master before today."
Hearing this, Ziqin pressed the other side of the strings and asked Qingqing to gently and deftly pluck different tones. Suddenly the stringed sword hummed, and their left and right hands touched together.
When Ziqin touched Qingqing's cold fingers, she pressed them with her jade-like fingertips and smiled calmly: "This is the closest Master has ever been to Qingqing."
The two of them were playing the tunes of the xianjian, and Qingqing quietly talked about how she had walked along the way and heard all the songs in "Fan Ya Ji". She kept saying that she had arrived at the Ruixin Tower, and Qingqing suddenly thought of something.
He took out a few pieces of bronze mirror fragments from his pocket.
Ziqin was also a little confused. He took the broken mirrors that could easily scratch his hands and spread them on the grass in front of him.
The fragments were mottled, and it seemed that many had been lost underwater and in the fight. After piecing together a roughly half-circle shape, Ziqin actually took out a few of the pieces: "Qing Qing, don't you think the shape of this mirror is very strange?
"
Qingqing turned his head and realized that the bronze mirror was not a standard oval, but more like a strange sunken pear shape. He nodded silently, but saw that the master took out some mottled copper pieces from nowhere and pieced them together.
Where the mirror is missing.
This time, a complete goose-shaped bronze mirror was displayed in front of the two of them.
Seeing Qing Qing's surprise, Zi Qin smiled helplessly: "At that time, my master was no match for the leader of Nan Lin. The reason why I made this move was just to make a secret gamble." Zi Qin said it calmly and calmly.
How could you not understand how Nan Xiao, who could even kill Master Zihua with one blow, could become Master's opponent?
Wen Xian was definitely present at that time, and Ruo Dong and Nan Jiayou might have taken action.
It's just that the master didn't seem to be worried. He just tapped his jade finger and guided Qingqing to look at the bottom of the broken mirror. Four complete words were pieced together on it: "Yours sincerely, Nanshuo."