"If you don't see the history of Taiping, you won't leave the dust of water and fire."
The rustling wind started to sound, and Qingqing walked all the way on bamboo to prevent the people behind him on the mountain from recognizing his footsteps in advance. The smell of sea tide hit his face, and candles fell to the ground all the way. At the end was the high seaside cliff of Lirong Mountain - Ling
Lamp Cliff.
The place where Qingqing was poisoned and the place where Ziqin went down the mountain.
Before reaching the edge of the cliff, fierce and tenacious collisions and blows, as well as gasps and gasps, could be heard. Qingqing, dressed in blue and green bamboo, was hidden high on the cliff. Looking towards the field, she saw Senior Sister Qilang and Nanshi Jianing.
Standing side by side, opposite to each other stood Jianing's brother Nan Jiayou and Yiyao leader Jimo Yao.
Dressed in long sleeves and dancing with silver needles, the two women looked at each other angrily, adding a bit of unique charm.
He saw the white hair in Jiayou's hand slipping and almost falling out of his hand. When he tightened his grip, Jianing's hidden thread must have been wrapped around it. He actually tugged hard and pulled his brother in front of him. He was only a few inches away.
Their eyes met, and the sounds of teeth gnashing between the two brothers emerged. Jiayou's eyes were about to burst out, and his hair stood up one by one:
"The bastard who killed his father and lost his family has a face to see me!"
In an awe-inspiring moment, Baichi made a "thump" sound, pushing the hidden thread in Jianing's hand away a few feet.
Just now, Jiayou had nothing left to do with his "Thunder Strike" move. Jianing pushed away a few steps and suddenly covered his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Qilang, who was fighting fiercely on the side, was suddenly distracted.
While turning around, Jimo's long sleeves took advantage of the opportunity and went straight in, patting Qilang's soft belly.
"Qilang..." Jianing struggled to stand upright. Just as he was about to try his best to rush forward, Linghu Zihua suddenly grabbed his arm:
"You two have already been defeated, so there is no need to rush now."
Linghu Qilang's wide almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the snow-white long sleeves. Jimo Yao shivered slightly and turned around. Unfortunately, he was hit very hard. He didn't know where the bones were broken, and he was so painful that he couldn't stand up straight.
Yao. Wen Xian smiled with satisfaction:
"Xian is now lucky enough to come to Lirong Mountain to listen to the piano."
Ziqin didn't want to say anything and was indifferent, without a smile. The string sword in his hand stood upright with a clang. Hearing only two "swishes", Linghu Ziqi, Zi Hua's Othello, and iron paintbrush all took out their hands, facing towards
Three people on the opposite side of the West Lake.
Standing on the tall bamboo, Qingqing looked down and saw the master's sword wiping out the light of the sea wave, passing through the back of the green robe, looking majestic like a jade immortal. The speed of the move and the decisiveness of the pronunciation were the same as that of the night of the Lantern Festival.
Big difference. Qingqing was shocked. Unexpectedly, after spending several months on the strange rocks under the Xuantan, the master's technique was so superior that the water lotus was standing on the opposite side, unable to fight back at all.
In the current world, who else can be Master’s rival?
Head Wen's fingers spread out with flying lotuses. Seeing that he was sweating profusely and unable to win for a long time, he turned his eyes and made a tacit understanding with Su Yi. Su Yi smiled back charmingly and kept drawing pictures of Zhan Zi in her hands. Unexpectedly, the two of them were secretly fighting.
Have some secret idea.
Looking at the other side, Zi Qi and Ruo Dong each held black and white, and they were locked in a stalemate for a long time without knowing the outcome. The white chess and black blades clashed for a moment, and the two of them thought at the same time: They haven't seen each other for half a year, and their opponents have improved so much!
I only felt the faint light of the fire, and the gravel rolled down the mountainside, causing a splash of water.
"careful!"
Zi Hua caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye and couldn't help shouting. The Yin Yang Sword avoided the black egret's flank, passed through the lotus, and unexpectedly rushed out of the confrontation and stabbed Zi Qin on the other side! Taking advantage of Zi Hua's distraction, Jiang Suyi Bai Chi
He raised his hands, straightened his body, and pointed towards Zi Hua's heart.
After being silent for a while, even Qingqing did not expect that Mr. Ruo would be forced to come up with such a crooked plan, and was so frightened that he took a breath of air-conditioning.
Seeing the master raise the corners of his mouth, he smiled coldly.
The string sword flew straight down, blocking the "Water Lotus" in front of him with a "Hidden Mountain" gesture, but suddenly it slashed downwards with an oblique blade, like an old goose in late autumn, staggering in the air. Wen Xian could see it.
At the doorway, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was too late. All he saw was blood from the white blade, and the soft string of the zither hung limply on the ground.
The sword was strong for a moment, and he cut off half of Master Wen's ring finger.
"Father!"
Wen Li on the side was so frightened that he covered his mouth. The little Wen Qing also stood on the side, crying, but was hugged tightly by Li Zhiyu.
As if there were no guests in the field, Ziqin won the victory and did not hold back. He simply pointed the hilt of the sword outward, letting the extremely thin strings carve into the body of the Yin and Yang sword. The tip of Ruodong's sword suddenly turned, but he could not prevent the thin strings.
Walking freely, Ziqin crossed half of his body into the sword formation and stabbed the sharp tip firmly into Ruodong's elbow.
Before Ruo Dong could jump back, the shadow of the black and white chessmen flew in, leaving a gap for the string sword, and all the others hit Mr. Ruo's body and flew away. After Ruo Dong endured the impact of the sword, he jumped a few times.
Stepping forward, the string sword was raised with a rustling sound, and it jumped out a few feet——
Straight through Jiang Suyi's hand holding Bai Chi.
Zi Hua was so frightened that he was stunned. Among the three, only Jiang Suyi followed Wen Xian's skills and made rapid progress beyond everyone's expectations. When he was distracted for a moment, Bai Chi knocked off the iron brush.
The hair that glowed with a condensed white light was only an inch away from the top of his head.
In this way, Ziqin stringed his sword for a moment, and the three people in Xihu had to step aside.
Now that Ruo Dong has seen Master Linghu's ability again, he knows in his heart that he is far from being a match, so he secretly shakes his head and steps forward: "Master Linghu is so powerful that Ling Dong is ashamed of himself."
Ziqin's face showed a cold light: "I haven't thanked Mr. Ruo yet for protecting my disciple for three days."
With a slight wry smile, Ruo Dong took out the white jade flute from his arms, and held it in front of Zi Qin with both hands: "This is what the disciple gained from his self-certification at the Eight Music Society, and now Dong should return it." The moist purple flute,
Wrapped in a piece of yellowed rough paper.
Seeing something unusual, Ziqin reached out and took it, unfolded the paper and took a look——
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.
Qingqing...
After reading this, Ziqin suddenly felt a pain in her chest. Before she could react, a mouthful of blood gushed out.
Linghu Ziqi was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to support his senior brother, took the paper and glanced at it, then immediately crushed it into pieces and threw it back in front of Ruo Dong: "Fortunately, sir, with the name of 'Miyu Tianke', he also used
Such despicable means!"
Ruo Dong's face did not change, and he said flatly: "This white jade flute is the only one in the world. Maybe head Linghu can identify it and see if it is your disciple's handwriting?"
There was no need to re-recognize the torn handwriting. From the first moment he unfolded the paper, Ziqin could read every bit of it.
Seeing this, Wen Xian winked at the leader of Jimo.
Among the four heads, Jimo Yao is the youngest, so he does not need to care too much about his reputation and status. Head Yao rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward: "Head Linghu, the four weapons from the first year of Hua Chu to this day
Can the grudge be finally settled?"
Ziqin took a deep breath and wanted to fight forcefully, but her heart was bitter and she had no strength. Seeing Jimo Yao, she was about to take action with long sleeves. Suddenly, a cry came from high in the bamboo forest: "I'll fight
you are!"
Head Yao raised his head and saw a man in green clothes covered in blood, aiming towards him and falling down like a flying goose in the sky.
He wanted to dodge, but was afraid of losing the leader's face, so he turned around with his long sleeves and tried his best to throw it up to meet her. Qingqing suddenly flew down suddenly, and in his hurry, he was unprepared. He saw his long sleeves flying sideways and shattered.
Shi Zi took action, knocking all the sharp stones into the silent wind.
Taking advantage of the "flying black herons" spread out by the rubble, a gap was created in his sleeves. Qingqing stretched out his hand to grab the sleeves, grabbing the edge of his sleeves and using his strength to fall to the ground.
After landing firmly on the ground for a moment, he suddenly bent down and swung, throwing the light body of the leader of Jimo in the air like a swing.
Jimo Yao was also a quick-thinking person. He suddenly jumped into the air, straightened his legs without any panic, turned his body over, threw down his long sleeves and struck hard. Qingqing took advantage of the situation and took the wooden flute from his master's hand, turned sideways to avoid his sleeves and shot,
Place the head of the flute firmly on Jimo Yao's fallen throat.
Seeing Master Yao's lips suddenly trembling, his long sleeves falling to the ground, unable to move.
Qingqing then turned around, raised the white jade flute with both hands above his head, knelt down in front of his master, kowtowed and said, "Master, disciple... I'm late for coming back."
Ziqin shook his head, a bitter taste spreading in his throat.
Qingqing stood up and stepped forward, holding the flute in his left hand, and pushing the palm in front of him with his right hand. His eyes were filled with tears and when he raised his head, Ziqin lowered his head and closed his eyes, resisting the pain of vomiting blood in his heart.
The most poisonous poisons and the most powerful spells are not as severe as the injury caused by this thin handwriting.
Ziqin also pushed out the palm of his hand, and his five thin white and transparent fingers were interlocked with Qingqing's young and rough palm. How much internal strength can a sixteen-year-old child have? Seeing that Ziqin's face gradually improved, he finally raised his eyes and met his disciple's
His eyes were full of eyes.
Seeing that the master's expression had recovered a lot, Qingqing lowered his head, bit his lips and remained silent. After a while, he suddenly turned around and pointed the flute head directly at Jimo's long sleeve:
"The master wants the grudges between the Four Weapons to be settled today, and the disciple will settle things with the master!"
Jimo was startled and thought that he was probably no match for this barbarian with a wooden flute, so he forced himself to stay calm and said forcefully: "You are a disciple of Lirong Mountain. As the leader, if I fight against you, I will only gain the reputation of being a bully."
.”
Qingqing sneered, and after less than half a moment of silence, he saw the flute head turning sideways and aiming at An Yu's heart:
"General An, if you and I try to compete, it won't hurt the general's identity, right?"
At this question, visitors from all sects, big and small, all focused their attention on An Yu.
General Xiao Hei's dark fingers were seen tightly grasping the silver bow string, he lowered his head and thought, his fists were about to burst. When he raised his head, his expression was sad, and he no longer had the calmness of the past.
"Sister, I am your brother and I will not fight with you."
Qingqing was stunned, and his determination was shaken again at this moment.
After hesitating for a moment, Qingqing's eyes flashed slightly, but her flute head still stayed on: "Go down the mountain now, and I won't regret it if you can still catch up."
An Yu pursed her lips and thought silently for a moment - then nodded.
Seeing that An Yu was no longer stubborn, Qingqing let out a long sigh of relief. Then he took out a small package as big as a palm from his arms: "This is the way down the mountain. Go back to the mountainside and look at it." After that,
Throwing it out with a flash of his hand, it landed right in his brother's arms.
Wen Xian turned around, but An Yu ignored the leader's stern expression and walked straight out of the crowd in full view of everyone.