When everyone saw General An leaving, Wen Xian frowned, and whispers came from the crowd of soldiers:
"As expected, he was taught by a traitor."
Seeing that his senior brother was still pale, Linghu Ziqi was afraid that someone with no reputation would step forward to take advantage of him again in West Lake, so he secretly held the chess piece and stepped forward and said: "Mr. Ruo, that move of 'Flying Birds in a Swarm' just now, you and I
The two of them haven't finished their gesture yet."
Ruo Dong showed a wry smile, and was about to draw out the Yin Yang Sword, but Wen Xian stretched out his hand to stop him: "There's no rush."
Half of his palm was still bleeding. Head Wen stood in the center of Lingdeng Cliff and loudly said to the surroundings: "Mi Yu sent troops from West Lake to attack the enemy and never engages in nameless battles. Since we can't avoid fighting today, we might as well fight with Head Linghu
, let’s settle the grievances over the past decades.”
Zi Qi raised the corners of his mouth: "The leader doesn't even have his ring finger, so naturally he can't start the 'Unknown War'."
Upon hearing this, everyone present, regardless of Xihu Nanlin, finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. Even Qilang and Jianing, who had just been defeated, couldn't help but smile.
Ignoring all the soldiers laughing and joking quietly, Wen Xian Ruuxian pointed directly at Qing Qing:
"Ask her herself, how many lives has she hurt since she came to the Eight Music Society?"
When everyone in Lirong Mountain heard this, they were also surprised. Could it be that in addition to going down the mountain to compete, Qingqing did something that caused trouble? Qingqing stepped forward in a deep voice, his eyes filled with blazing flames.
: "Since I feel no shame, I naturally can't remember how many lives I lost in total."
"Okay - okay!" Wen Xian laughed up to the sky and turned to Ziqin, "Headmaster Linghu, you might as well give an explanation today in front of all the sects for what your apprentice has admitted!"
Everyone in Li Rong was shocked, and there was a tension in their hearts.
Head Wen of Xihu threatened Li Rongdongshan's reputation. If Linghu Ziqin could not convince the crowd at this moment, he was afraid that if everyone came forward, Qingqing would not be able to save his life.
Ziqin's wrist flicked, and the string sword made a "zheng" sound.
"If the disciples of Lirong Mountain do something right or wrong, it is not Nanlin and Xihu's turn to help discipline them. If Master Wen insists on interfering, he will first ask this 'wooden string' if he agrees."
Wen Xian was stunned. It seemed that today's head Linghu had made up his mind to take action. There was no way he could avoid a fierce battle.
Ziqin's lyre was handed down from his ancestor Mo Chen. It originally has seven strings: gold, wood, earth, water, fire, literature and martial arts. The master once removed an "earth string" for use, and Ziqin
When the harp came out of the mountain and entered the mysterious pond, what became a sword in his hand was a "water string".
The third "wooden string" is currently held tightly in Ziqin's hand.
Qing Qing stepped forward silently, stood silently behind his master, and grasped the wooden flute firmly in his palm. Just as the Yin Yang sword on the opposite side flashed, the master and the disciple jumped up at the same time, and quickly rushed out towards Mi Yuhu's palm.
Men and Tianke rushed away.
Wen Xian's broken finger on his right hand was still difficult to use, so among the two, Ruo Dong was the stronger. However, although Qing Qing had made great progress, the gap between him and these two was still too far.
Therefore, most of the soft-stringed flying swords were blocked by Ziqin.
It didn't take long for the two of them to see the secret, and Wenxian's soft whip began to push towards Qingqing step by step. Qingqing had his master by his side, so he didn't panic. He took steady steps and dealt with it with all his strength.
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Every time Wen Xian felt that he had spotted Qing Qing's flaw, and when Zheng Xian was about to succeed, the Xian sword immediately stretched out and stood in front of Qing Qing impartially. Ruo Dong's sword on the other side was dazzling, and he used "Tianwen Sword"
He came to hit Master Linghu's vital point, but he couldn't detect where the white jade flute came from, and could always knock away the sharp sword head by a few inches.
The two masters and apprentices had such a tacit understanding that both Master Wen and Mr. Ruo gradually started to sweat. The battle was fierce and stalemate, and the outcome was difficult to determine.
Xu Shi saw that although Linghu Ziqin's skills were extremely rare, he had to always look after his disciples when he made a move, which seemed to be a drag. Ruo Dong took a risk and pointed the Yin Yang sword head directly towards Ziqin's eyebrows.
When attacking from a high position, if Ziqin is normal, he will definitely step back a little first, then gain some distance before striking down with a sharp sword.
But now behind Ziqin, Qingqing's wooden flute is entangled in the air by the "Water Lotus". If he takes a step back, the Yin Yang Sword can seize the opportunity and strike Qingqing.
Without any hesitation, Linghu Ziqin did not take a step back, but directly took the tip of the string sword one step ahead and pressed it against Ruo Dong's throat.
I thought that Mr. Ruo would naturally stop at this critical moment, but unexpectedly the Yin Yang Sword came out of his hand. Zi Qin subconsciously turned her head to avoid it, the blade of the sword wiped her forehead, and finally it hit Qing Qing's forehead.
Without thinking too much, Ziqin jumped forward and held her disciple's small body in her arms.
At this moment, the sword head was close to the back of the two men's necks. Ziqin wanted to knock it down with his backhand, but he was afraid that it would be even more difficult.
Suddenly, something warm seemed to touch Ziqin's sword-holding hand. Qingqing's left hand was down, and he gently grasped the stringed sword in his master's right hand, and took the hilt into his own hand.
In a flash of lightning, the head of the string sword was raised with a "snap" and collided with the body of the Yin Yang sword.
Hearing the sound of two swords clashing in the air behind her, Ziqin smiled slightly in her heart. Qingqing's soft black hair brushed her cheeks, Qingqing hugged her master's sleeves tightly, her heartbeat beating faster and faster.
Seeing that the Zheng string on the other side was still using the "Water Lotus" move, Qingqing sidestepped and slid a semicircular sword shadow away from the master - "Ding, Ding, Ding" three strikes intersected, the string sword was in
In the fierce wind, I couldn't beat the soft kite without falling behind.
Ziqin nodded lightly, took the string sword back from Qingqing's hand, and rushed towards Master Wen's lotus move.
Seeing that his life was in danger, Wen Xian shouted out in desperation: "You dare!"
Suddenly stopping, Zi Qin smiled calmly: "Why don't Qin dare?"
"With the oath made by Master Li Rong in front of hundreds of sects, how could Master Linghu go down the mountain without permission?"
Ziqin was stunned, but not surprised. From the moment Qingqing was poisoned by Biting, she had already expected that such a day would come.
Seeing his uncle and aunt's anxious expressions written on their faces, Qingqing couldn't help but feel confused. She had never heard a word about why the master couldn't go down the mountain.
Could it be that Master failed the Lantern Festival competition when he was young? It's impossible even if you think about it.
I saw the master's expression solemn, and it seemed that Wen Xian was right. I heard Master Wen continue to say: "Master Linghu, the words that our ancestors have engraved in our hearts for generations will not be forgotten when we come to Master Qin."
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The string sword gradually lost its luster, and the sword tip hung weakly on the ground.
"If the leader insists on going his own way and takes action, I am afraid that the rule of taking charge first will be abolished. No wonder the three weapons are used together to become the enemy of Li Rong!"
After saying that, the soft zheng strings made a clanking sound, and looked about to attack Ziqin who had no intention of fighting back.
Qing Qing suddenly came to the master's side with a quick step, holding the wooden flute tightly: "I would like to ask Master Wen, if the disciple takes action, does it count as abolishing the rule of being the master first?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed the string sword from Ziqin's hand and stabbed it straight in the direction of Wen Xian.
The sword tip made a buzzing sound, and then roared again, filled with fierce killing intent.
Wen Xian didn't expect that Qing Qing, who was standing behind Ziqin, would suddenly take action. Before he could react, the tip of the xian sword was already in front of his throat. After a moment of thought, Xu Shi believed what he had said.
The words have reminded everyone in Dongshan of the past, and no one will dare to take action again.
It's just that Qingqing grew up in Wuming Valley and has never heard a word of the past events of his ancestors.
The blade flashed, and the slender and sharp sword tip pierced Wen Xian's throat.
The hem of Head Wen's clothes lifted up and he fell backwards. A stream of bright red blood spurted out in the air. Everyone in the venue was stunned. The two children of the Wen family were stunned for a long time before they ran towards their father like crazy.
past.
"Qing Qing!" Ziqin couldn't help but shouted sharply.
Qing Qing didn't look back. The wooden string had just been stained with blood and finally hung down limply.
The two masters of Nan Jiayou and Jimo Yao were the first to turn around, straighten up their long white sleeves, and approach Qing Qing, who surrounded him from left to right. Qing Qing's wooden flute was lying in front of him, showing no intention of giving up.
Almost at the moment before Ziqin was about to charge forward, Qingqing suddenly turned around and said to his master: "Master, if I don't win today, I will be defeated in this life." After finishing his words, he stood upright with his flute and faced the two men's attack head-on.
Go up.
When Ruo Dong saw that his master was dead on the spot, he got up early with murderous intentions. But at this moment, everyone was besieging the junior Dongshan, and he was unable to take action. There was no need to give too many instructions. The scene behind him was bright, An Ge was in front of him, and the eight disciples immediately rushed to the field.
In the crowd, Qing Qing waved a "pen array picture" and the wooden flute sang an unknown tune again.
Jimo Yao's long sleeves were in front of him. Qingqing thought of the silk wind in the Northern Desert that day. It seemed as if a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes and was actually avoided by the horizontal blow of the wooden flute. He was still secretly surprised in his heart that such a swift sleeve wind
, he was actually able to dodge.
It's just that I have seen the heaven-shattering "Shajiang Yin", from the difficult to the easy, and feel relaxed.
When the head of Yao was surprised, she did not hold back, and the sleeves came again. She only heard the faint sound of white hair behind her:
"The shadow falls under the plum blossom, and the sound and appearance are vague. In the flying white lamp, the red plum falls in the east."
Sure enough, "Fan Ya Ji" has Ruixin Ta's share!
Qingqing was just about to try out the untitled song that he had included in the "Zhengpian", so he stood up his wooden flute, stepped on the "Bi Zhentu" position under his feet, and sang with the sound of the flute:
"I went down from the small building with cups and cups, and the wind and smoke flew all over the deep boat. I went drunk and looked for the fragrance under my red door, and my head was covered with snow under the branches."
The sound of the flute and the chimney intertwined together, whimpering, like the cries of wronged souls in the deep mountains and dense forests, shaking the Lingdeng Cliff mountains and rolling rocks that were about to collapse.
Jimo Yao and Jiayou walked side by side for a few days. They were already familiar with the melody of "Falling Plum Blossoms", so they stepped on the melody firmly, and danced their sleeves in the sound of the flute. With every move, they hit the weak points of Qingqing's playing.
Come.
When Qing Qing saw that the two of them were so consistent in their actions, Qing Qing smiled bitterly and suddenly changed the melody on the flute in his hand:
"In the poor autumn, the clouds are flying and the grass is yellow. At the critical moment, the moon is flowing across the river. The lonely rainy night sky is in the wilderness, and the north wind blows the grave into the setting sun."
It's "Shajiang Yin"!
As soon as he heard this familiar melody scattered in the air, the head of Yao was shocked. Even Ziqin couldn't help but be slightly surprised. Even many famous and upright seniors in Beimo didn't know the music of Beimo. He didn't know where Qingqing heard it.
Come.
The sound of the flute condenses, and the lonely soul in the desert follows the wind, and the figure is gradually scattered among the flying long sleeves.