The monk's calm brows appeared under the flickering candlelight, and the two of them looked at each other in confusion, wondering what the sudden figure in the temple was about.
"No killing is seen in front of the Bodhisattva." The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said calmly, "Several donors, please don't disturb the quiet place of the Buddha."
"Why don't you kill without sight!" Master Que immediately retracted the red iron hook, pointed at the forehead of the head monk and greeted him with a curse, "Those four Vajra protectors who look like cows, ghosts and snakes, aren't they all killing people for Bodhisattvas! Buddhists kill people.
Bodhisattva doesn't care, Master, I kill people, why is it your old monk's turn to take care of it?"
These disrespectful words only made the leader of Jimo's face turn blue and white, and even his peaceful temperament was filled with anger.
Seeing that the old monk stopped talking, Master Que turned his head and glanced condescendingly at Qingqing who was lying on the ground: "You have injured the doctor's daughter and the young master's bodyguard to this extent. You can tell yourself what to do!" Qingqing climbed up.
He stood up and wiped the dirt from his face. Under the watchful eyes of several people, Qing Qing walked back to the entrance of the temple and took off a pipa string from the jasper pipa owned by the Heavenly King.
"Since you are dissatisfied with the Vajra Protector, I will let my disciples take your life on your behalf."
After saying that, the strings were strung with a sharp sound that broke through the air. The whistling red hooked purple strings roared and hit each other head on. In the blink of an eye, a sonorous sound was heard. The thin and rusty long strings burned a deep groove on the hot red iron hook.
of scars.
Master Que couldn't help but be shocked. He had never seen the skill of Dongshan Xianjian with his own eyes. He was able to carve out a dent with his red iron hook by playing the qin with such empty strings. His red hook was dug deep in the hot springs of West Lake.
It turns out that generations of craftsmen have worked hard for it. The fine steel has always been indestructible, but it was scarred by this soft silk string.
Although this pipa string is rarer than the string sword of Bu Linghu Ziqin, coupled with the melody of "High Mountains and Flowing Waters", it shows that it is five or six times more powerful to deal with Master Que's iron hook, which is more than enough.
Seeing the faint red light of the remaining iron in his hand and the "stab" screams coming from the wound, Master Que couldn't help but slow down his moves.
Instead of fighting hard, he turned his internal force into his palm and passed it into the tip of the hook, hoping to hook back the soft string in Qingqing's hand with a sticky force. While thinking about it, Qingqing happened to hit it hard with the "Peak Falling Stone" move.
——
Just listen to the sound of "dang", and the pipa string is firmly stuck to the hot iron hook.
This string was made of mulberry silk. It was wrapped around the head of the iron hook a few times, and then slowly burned with the help of the heat. However, the red heat only lasted for a while, and the weak light gradually faded away, even by Master Que.
The iron hook, which was burning red with internal energy, gradually faded in color.
Master Que was shocked and turned pale. When he looked up, Qingqing was concentrating on the end of the string with his eyes slightly closed, transmitting the inner force of the music "Tang Liu Shui" through the string wire.
It seems like the water vapor of nothingness extinguishes the burning fire.
The tip of the string fell in response, and Master Que raised the iron hook in the air blankly. Before he could react, he felt a purple light flash in front of his eyes, piercing the heaven and earth, and sweeping towards him.
The iron hook was unable to block the string, and the delicate string tip penetrated the intestines and ruptured the belly, cutting Master Que's waist open with a scar.
Master Que first knelt on the ground and then fell down. His intestines and stomach were mixed with blood, and all of them flowed out.
With this sweep, Qingqing gathered all his mind and strength, waiting for the moment of "Thousand Miles of Clouds". Unexpectedly, the power rushed out of the body, and he couldn't pull it at all - the long string was not pulled in, and he saw half a circle swept sideways,
He wanted to hit Li Zhiyu who was resting on the side again.
Qingqing had no choice but to shout loudly and push down the string head as hard as he could.
Mr. Li Wuli, who was treating Zhiyu's injuries, heard the wind of Chang Xian running towards his daughter. He must have been pursued by Linghu Savage, who was chasing and beating her. He silently ducked and stopped in front of Zhiyu.
"Hiss!" All of a sudden, the thin string made another gash on Langzhong Li's thigh.
Qingqing took a breath, looked at the two people lying in front of her, and threw the string to the ground silently.
Before returning to the temple gate, I saw the Jimo monk's face was sad and his lips were trembling slightly. He knelt upright in front of the master, kowtowed and said: "Disciple disturbed the quiet place of Buddhist teachings. Please forgive me, the master."
The old monk shook his head and let out a sigh that was neither light nor heavy.
Turning around, Master Que dragged half of his body with his face buried in the soil. He was mostly lifeless. Qingqing strangled his neck and forced his dull eyes to look at him: "Why did Master Wen come to Dongshan?"
Go up?"
Master Que didn't answer.
"Why?!" Qingqing suddenly pulled up the wound on his waist, and a scream broke through the deep night. Even the birds and beasts that had fallen asleep in the middle of the night were startled and fled without a trace.
"I said! I..." Master Que's distorted face became ferocious, "Because Nan..." At this point, his throat suddenly tightened, and Master Que's eyes suddenly opened wide, as if he was about to pop out his eyeballs.
Then his neck sank, and he finally lost his breath completely.
Qingqing sighed, wiped the blood on his hands on the hem of his clothes, then turned around and walked towards the father and daughter.
Li Zhiyu stood up at once, dragging his body with bleeding wounds, and stood between Qing Qing and his father. A few steps away from the two of them, Qing Qing stopped and said, "You tell me."
Zhiyu turned around and looked at his father. The doctor gritted his teeth and sweat dripped from his forehead: "Wishful thinking!"
Step by step, Qingqing's footprints seeped into the sand, walking steadily and slowly. The heroine opened her eyes wide with fear. Every time Qingqing took a step closer, she took a step back. Until finally, her heels touched her father and he collapsed on the ground.
His legs couldn't take a step back.
Even in the bright sunshine, when the rain stopped in front of the young master, he had never been so frightened.
Not to mention that Qingqing's skills and techniques are not what they used to be, but she was seriously injured and fell to the ground. She was no match for her. The female hero crossed her arms and blocked Qingqing's path.
Qingqing's eyes were as if ice melted, and the blazing flames surrounding them instantly jumped up.
"Say or not?"
Li Wu gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"Don't tell me!"
With just a slight twist of his wrist, Qingqing grabbed Zhiyu's arm and pushed her aside, knocking her to the ground with a strong back. "Xiaoyu!" Li Wu screamed in pain and closed his eyes in despair.
"Headmaster Wen, go and establish Rongshan——" Qingqing stepped on the wound on Li Wu's thigh, "Why exactly! Tell me!"
"Ah ah ah!" Li Wu's shrill cry shook the mountains. The whole forest was awakened, and the deep-rooted old trees began to roar. "You..." The doctor stretched his neck and his veins popped out, "You
This bastard bastard from Lirong Mountain, please give me a good time!"
"Why!" Qingqing pushed hard with her toes, and the thin doctor kept twisting in the sand like a big insect.
"I said!"
A scream, mixed in the hiss of the wind and sand, was like the last moment of a fierce song that settled into tune. It was quiet all around, even the chirping of the cicadas had stopped, and everyone looked back behind Qingqing.
Li Zhiyu stood there, with blood and sweat flowing all over his body, clenching his fists.
"Master Wen, Master Nan, Master Jimo..." Zhiyu's eyes showed faint tears, "We went to Lirong Mountain together to avenge Master Nanxiao."
--revenge.
Qingqing has been extremely familiar with these two words since he can remember.
The hatred for the murder of the master, the hatred for the grandmaster being robbed of his genealogy, the hatred for being poisoned, the hatred for the annihilation of families and families in the world... Thinking of Lirong Mountain being arbitrarily set foot on by those three masters, Qingqing felt a pain in her throat and couldn't help but feel the pain in her throat.
He stepped down hard.
"Uh..." Li Wu tilted his head in pain and fainted.
At the same time, the black silk at the entrance of the temple spread out and rushed directly towards Qingqing. Qingqing remained motionless, letting the black shadow pull her away, and fell heavily to the ground. There was a crisp "pop" sound, and she only felt her left cheek
There was a burst of heat, and I didn’t know when I received a firm slap from Hei Silu.
"It's time to stop." The leader of Jimo turned around and entered the temple, blew out the candles, and slammed the door tightly. The three of them were left alone in the wilderness. When Qingqing looked back, the east had been obscured by dark clouds.
"Master."
Qichuan screamed softly, but Ziqin stood on the edge of the cliff, facing the waves, without looking back. The waves were very warm, and his hair was brushed up on the lyre.
The original seven strings of this qin were left with five strings after the two characters were carved on the strange stone.
Looking down at his hands, he saw that the thick calluses on his fingertips were no longer unfamiliar since he was a child, and had been following him throughout his thirties. And the skin that was originally frighteningly white was now paler and whiter, even to the point of being transparent.
Miyu Tianke has such a powerful poison to travel around the world, so he has really learned a lot of skills.
When he was poisoned, he was about the same age as Qingqing.
Watching the waves rolling up one after another, the white water splashing on the rocky cliffs then receding. Not long after, a more ferocious wave came back with a roar.
Day after day, year after year, without stopping.
I have been away from the mountain for too long. Biting Poison, Artemisia on the Snow, Water Lotus, Shajiang Yin... come all! Just like the endless waves, the cliffs are fearless.
As long as I stay here at Rongshan, no one can hurt Qing Qing again.
Thinking silently in his heart, the strings in his hand buzzed, as if he understood what Ziqin said.
Familiar footsteps gradually approached, and even though they hadn't seen each other for half a year, Ziqin could not forget this unique memory:
"chess."
Linghu Ziqi stopped and said, "Senior brother... is back."
"Back." Nodding, Ziqin suddenly remembered something, "Master, have you gone to bed?"
"He fell asleep after being coaxed for a while, which is the temperament of the elderly and children."
Ziqin felt relieved and turned around, still looking at the vast sea of hookah. "Senior brother," Ziqi did not leave, "It's better to eat something and sleep today. Tomorrow, I'm afraid it will be a fierce battle."
"Oh?" Ziqin smiled and looked at his junior brother with narrowed eyes, "You are a big devil who is only worried about the world being in chaos, but are you also worried about a fierce battle?"
Zi Qi scratched his head and smiled silently: "Master just said casually back then, you were the only one who was still called addicted."
"Why, have you changed it yet?"
"There must have been a lot of changes!" Ziqi said with disdain, "If you don't count the incident at Yepingshan."
Pretending to roll her eyes, Ziqin turned around alone.
"Senior brother, you have also changed a lot, and it is definitely much more obvious than me."