Volume III, Yinjiang, Chapter 42, Apricot Grove Sutra
Qingqing hurriedly leaned over to pick it up. The moment his fingertips touched the bamboo paper, a line of crooked small characters loomed through the back of the paper. Qingqing's bending movement couldn't help but stop in mid-air.
"Qing Qing!"
There was a sudden scolding, and Qingqing was frightened by her master. When she looked up, her master was reaching out to her, her eyes were as stern as ice. It was definitely not unusual that she had done something wrong. Without any hesitation, Qingqing did not dare to disobey her master's wishes.
, quickly handed the paper ball back to the master's hand.
"You're right." Ziqin's words were filled with bitterness, "Lirong Mountain has always been isolated from the four instruments and eight tones. This is the reason."
The strings of the piano are broken, the spiritual lamp is extinguished, the green banyan trees on the east mountain are covered with a few layers of snow.
The desolate song sounded in the mind of Head Linghu... Ziqin couldn't help but clenched the ball of paper in his hand. The thin bamboo slices crisped and turned into a ball of dust particles scattered in the air. Before Qingqing could step forward again,
Ziqin didn't look back and went straight out the door, heading down the mountain.
Qingqing was stunned in the room. For some reason, she only felt that the piano table was cold, and the tea brewed on the table was already cold. The small characters on the back of the piece of bamboo paper could be read by Qingqing even if she closed her eyes.
Whose handwriting is it? The only person he tried his best to protect could not escape the power of the "Plum Blossom Formation".
It was useless to regret at this time. Qingqing gritted his teeth, put away the wooden flute and piano music, and walked unsteadily towards the Shupu Pavilion.
The wind was getting colder, and Linghu girl was sitting by the window alone. Her high ponytail made the girl's already sharp eyebrows even more determined. Her hair was swept into the corner of her eyes, but she seemed not to care. While she was concentrating, suddenly
Silently, there was a "pop" on the forehead, and a crunchy chestnut popped.
"Ah!" Qixue raised her head and Bai Qingqing glanced at her, "It's a rare visitor."
Qingqing lowered her head and pursed her lips with a smile: "I can't compare to my senior sister's skills. I go into the Shupu Pavilion every day and even forget to eat." As he said this, Qingqing turned over the first page of the chess score in Qixue's hand.
Page: ""Lao Shenji"?" The four words came into view, and Qingqing couldn't help but blush secretly: In the few days since her injury had not healed and she had lost her piano skills, my senior sister's chess skills may have improved a lot.
Turning the page back to the previous page, Qixue nodded: "The chess records in the Book Book Pavilion here are more than twice as many as those on the night screen. Before Master takes me back, I will read one more book...
…Why are you in the mood to sit here today?”
Upon hearing these words, Qingqing's ears were attentive. Hearing that there were only two people within a hundred steps of the Shupu Pavilion, he lowered his voice and said, "Senior sister, you spend time here every day. Do you know that the medical classics and medicines are planted here?"
Where are the classics on this kind hidden?”
"Medical classics and herbs? I seem to have seen a few books on the shelf in the 600th row." Qixue turned her head and thought for a moment, then laughed: "It's not something urgent. Once Senior Sister Qichuan recovers from her injuries, you
Why don't you just ask her directly..." Before she finished speaking, Qingqing stood up and rushed towards the six hundredth row of bookshelves.
"Chief Editor of Spring Grass", "History of Wild Insects"...he went through them one by one. Qingqing was so flustered that even his fingertips couldn't stop trembling. Finally, a touch of withered yellow at the edge of the page appeared in his eyes,
Qingqing finally burst into ecstasy——
Just as he was about to stretch out his hand, he lost his balance and fell heavily onto his back.
It didn't matter what the fall was. Old classics and old books with broken chapters and pages crackled like hailstones, and they all fell from the bookshelf high up. Qixue hurriedly heard the sound and came over: "What happened in such a hurry?
?”
Not caring about the recurrence of the old injury and the pain, Qingqing hurriedly got up and fumbled around on the ground for the stack of medicinal scripture books that were half a person tall. She saw a thick volume of dark yellow old paper falling on Qi
Under the snow, Qingqing quickly stretched out his hand——
"Qing Qing!"
Qixue grabbed Qingqing's wrist and said, "You have never panicked about any major events. What happened today?"
"Senior sister..." Qingqing raised her eyes, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes: "You won't tell anyone, will you?"
Qixue felt that Qingqing must be crazy.
The thick "Bitter Apricot Sutra" is half a person's height. Just standing on the shelf, the whole volume can occupy an entire row of space. Perhaps due to the weather and the fact that Li Rong's disciples read it frequently, the spine of the book
It had long been scattered, and the thin pieces of paper were barely held together in order.
Qingqing carefully lay on the ground and picked up one piece after another: "Gardenia, gardenia... licorice... here! Dandelion, dandelion, where are the dandelions?"
With no choice, Qixue had no choice but to bend down and start rummaging with Qingqing. When she saw the word "Gongying" hidden behind a certain page, Qixue couldn't help but take a few steps quickly and quickly picked up the piece of paper that was pressed at the bottom:
"Qing Qing?"
"Yeah." Qingqing lowered his head and responded without answering.
For a moment, Qixue had the urge to bend down silently and press the piece of paper back among the many scattered books. If Qingqing couldn't find the required medicinal materials, she would retreat and find them again.
The head master or senior sister Qichuan have forgotten everything that happened at the foot of the mountain this autumn.
impossible.
Qing Qing made a decision that he would not be able to object to even if the sea collapsed and the rocks shattered.
Sighing slightly, Qixue stretched out her hand: "The dandelion is here."
"Okay." Qingqing took it and saw that the words "Servant King" were printed on it. Thinking that there was no big difference, he put the remaining two pages together and said, "I'll go back tonight, Senior Sister -
—But don’t let your uncle know!"
Qixue nodded, and Qingqing quickly ran out of the door. After taking a step out, Qingqing suddenly turned around and said, "Sister, thank you very much for today." Before Qixue could react, Qingqing let go.
, ran away in a flash.
The Shupu Pavilion was empty. Qixue looked at the remaining mess and bent over to clean it up. Suddenly, footsteps outside the door came from far and near, passing through the hundreds of bookshelves, slowly walking towards Qixue. Qixue
He didn't care to raise his head: "What did you forget again?"
Her footsteps stopped in front of Qixue.
Qixue frowned, and when she raised her eyes, she stood up with a fright. Her limbs became weak and she had a ghost in her heart. She couldn't help but plop down on her knees:
"Master!"
Linghu Ziqi had a cold look on his face and said sternly: "Where are you, junior sister, going?"
On the other side of the mountainside, Qingqing felt that it was late, so he had to run faster and faster towards the medicine plant hall above his head. Pushing open the gauze curtain, Jianing and Qilang, who were sitting opposite each other and whispering, raised their heads at the same time: "
Junior sister?"
Qingqing put the pieces of writing paper into his sleeves and pursed his lips with a smile: "I came to see Senior Sister Chuan, isn't it too late?"
Qilang put down the sewing work in his hands, stood up quickly, and shook his head: "How could it be? Master has been taking care of me in the afternoon, and we have just arrived." Even so, Qilang still couldn't help but sneeze.
He yawned, and the dark lines at the corners of his eyes were too deep to hide. Seeing this, Qingqing forced a smile: "You guys sit down, I'll make tea."
Lifting the pot, seeing that the two of them were not paying attention, Qingqing flicked some hazy leaf powder from his fingertips.
"By the way, Qing Qing." Qi Lang seemed to suddenly remember something, "When we came today, Master seemed to be uneasy. Could it be that there was some trouble at the bottom of the mountain?"
Qingqing was startled and quickly picked up two cups: "Maybe I stumbled on the music today and Master was angry with me."
"Hi." Jianing couldn't help but interjected, "Qing Qing has only been injured for a few days, but the head master is too harsh."
"No matter how strict the master is, how can he be better than the painter's aunt?" Qi Lang smiled foolishly, "You haven't finished painting today's vision, have you?"
Jianing nodded sheepishly: "The moon and stars are sparse today, and the scenery is just right. I'll wait for you to go to bed and go out to paint."
Qingqing listened to the two people talking, silently made tea, and handed it to the two of them. Jianing was about to pick it up, but Qingqing turned her wrist and handed the cup to the senior sister's hand, turning the cup in the other hand over.
He handed it over to Young Master Xiang Nan. "Sister, please go to bed early tonight. I'll stay here longer."
"How can that be done? You haven't been injured yet..." Halfway through her words, Qilang couldn't help but yawned again for some reason.
"Go to bed quickly." Jianing agreed, "I just finished painting in the middle of the night, so Qing Qing can go back early."
After just a few moments, Qilang felt that she was so sleepy that she couldn't even lift her eyelids. So she stopped trying to hold on and said to Qingqing: "Be careful not to be too tired. If you get sleepy,
Just go and call Mr. Nan back."
"Yes." Qingqingfang nodded, and Senior Sister Qilang couldn't wait to fall asleep.
"Master?"
"Hey." Jianing responded and covered Qilang with a thin blanket.
"Do you know where Senior Sister Qichuan keeps all her medicinal materials?"
When Nan Jianing heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "You don't know, how can I know? But..." After a pause, Jianing seemed to think of something, "Some commonly used ones are under the couch. I saw Qilang
Take it out and pass it."
"Oh." Qing Qing replied coldly, played the flute with his backhand, and a shadow instantly placed it on Mr. Nan's neck.
Jianing didn't have time to react, so he subconsciously used the old trick of "Thunder Drop", backhand the invisible hidden thread and smashed it towards Qingqing. Qingqing sidestepped according to the sound, and exerted his strength with the wooden flute in his hand.
Then he fell backwards involuntarily.
"Why!"
In the middle of Jianing's voice, he was suddenly covered by Qingqing: "Quietly!" At the same time, he used his palms to support the ground first, lest the two of them would be hit by the mountain, and the injured ones would wake up together. Qingqing still maintained his position.
In the middle of a robbery, Jianing couldn't break free and sighed: "Qing Qing, why are you taking my life in the middle of the night?"
Qingqing lowered his voice: "What's written on that piece of bamboo paper?"
Jianing's back felt cold and he was speechless for a moment, speechless.
"What are you writing!"
Remembering Qilang's request not to tell anyone, Jianing simply bit her lip to prevent herself from rushing out. Feeling that the sound behind her gradually disappeared, Jianing tried to move the hair in front of her neck.
The wooden flute was so powerless that it flew into the air with a sudden movement.
Jianing was so frightened by this turn of events that he hurriedly ran out quietly, not letting the hard flute and the solid floor make a thunderous sound.
Turning his head, Qingqing was sitting there, tears falling drop by drop.