All the way up the mountain, I just listened to Qingqing's voice: "Master, if I don't leave..." But my forehead was hot and my fingers were cold. Linghu Ziqin couldn't help but feel anxious. He flew to the top of the mountain as if he was flying. When he finally got the disciple
When he was placed on the couch, his clothes were already soaked, and the blood and sweat of the two people were mixed together, making them indistinguishable.
Only feeling a little red stain on the back of Qingqing's clothes, Ziqin said to herself: "Qingqing, I don't care too much as a teacher now." Then he untied her robe. The scars on her back were half solidified.
The dark scabs are stuck together with the clothes.
Black blood kept gushing out from Qingqing's shoulder, and the color was terrifying.
Seeing that today's punishment caused Qingqing to relapse into an old injury, Ziqin couldn't help but clenched her fists and said silently: "Who is it?" But she didn't have time to think carefully, so she had to find the antidote for Bitingsan from the room.
, pricked his thumb and dripped a few drops of his own blood into it. Until late at night, although Qingqing's complexion recovered a little, he was still unconscious, and the internal injuries on his shoulder had not improved at all.
"Could it be that the medicine is not suitable for the patient's condition?" Ziqin frowned, "Unexpectedly, the poison in West Lake is already so powerful."
At the moment, he didn't have any better ideas, so he pricked his index finger with the tip of the string again, and added a few drops of warm blood to get the antidote. Later in the night, when he heard Qingqing's breathing was slightly weak and silent, Ziqin immediately pricked his finger.
Take blood. Later, I guess the antidote must have been wrong, so I simply used blood from my broken finger instead of medicine and put it near Qingqing's mouth.
After being in this panic for a long time, when the sky was dark, I suddenly heard crisp footsteps, approaching the door of the house along the way up the mountain.
"Qichuan and Qixue." Hearing the visitor, Ziqin was just about to put away the scattered traces of bottles and cans in the room, only to realize that the room was already in a mess after he had been busy all night.
It was the eldest disciple who opened the door curtain at this moment: "Master..."
Seeing the mess in the house, with little blood dripping everywhere, Qichuan quickly looked at the leader's hand - indeed all his fingers were broken, and they were bleeding profusely from being pricked by the sharp sword head.
"Master!" Qichuan hurriedly stepped forward, but Ziqin made a "shh" gesture and muffled his voice: "Qing Qing hasn't woken up yet, so keep your voice low for now."
"But..." Qichuan turned to his master and looked at the couch. He suddenly remembered that Qixue was still there, so he had to stop talking.
Seeing that Qichuan stopped talking, Ziqin turned around and asked Qilang: "How are you doing with your master these days?"
"Back, back to the leader." Qixue considered herself to be half of Qing Qing's accomplice when he went down the mountain, and she wanted to plead guilty. She didn't want to be questioned suddenly by the leader, so she panicked for a moment and didn't know how to answer, "
Master hasn’t spoken much recently..."
Zi Qin nodded: "When you two go back, no one is allowed to talk to Zi Qi Zi Hua."
Qixue nodded. Qichuan, however, seemed to be in a daze, with a confused look on his face and his eyes were frozen in mid-air without speaking. "Qichuan?" Ziqin called her softly, and Qichuan slowed down for a moment and raised his eyes. "
Let your uncle come over tonight."
"Yes." Qichuan saluted and retreated with Qixue. Ziqin finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel dizzy, as if a heat wave rushed to his heart. He staggered and barely stood up, walking alone.
Stay beside Qing Qing's couch, lie down on the table, and close your eyes.
"The strings of the piano are broken, and the spiritual lamp is extinguished. The green banyan tree on the east mountain has several layers of residual blood."
The noisy sound of the piano sounded, and Ziqin opened her eyes, only to see Linghu Ziqi on one side, lying on his back, sleeping soundly. Next to him was a small painting wrapped in swaddling clothes, smacking his mouth in his sleep, and giggling.
Standing, talking unclearly.
Linghu Zishu quietly dug out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the room, stuffed them all into a rag and wrapped them into a ball.
"Junior sister..." Ziqin rubbed her eyes and approached in a low voice, "Are you serious?"
"really."
"Then, where can I find you?"
"I don't know either."
"You didn't even tell Master?"
Zi Shu straightened up and smiled slightly: "I took someone else's flute, so naturally I have to go with him."
Ziqin was stunned for a moment. After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "What about Zihua?"
Hearing this question, Zi Shu stopped what he was doing and looked at the side of the couch. Zi Hua breathed in the air of heaven and earth from Lirong Mountain evenly, and was completely unaware of the surging waves around him. "This child is too young, Bi Qi
Lingdu is small. Please take care of me, senior brother, from now on..."
Somehow, when he said this, Zi Shu choked up and burst into tears.
The mountain was silent, and the moon was slightly frosty. Ziqin lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and finally looked into junior sister's green eyes and asked: "Then when will you come back?"
Zi Shu wiped away his tears and smiled.
"Master's wife said that when the spiritual lamp in Dongshan lights up again, Li Rong's disciples will all come back."
The sound of the piano comes intermittently, I don’t know what music it is, but it seems that it is always accompanied by the sound of Tao Xun. Listen carefully, it is just a gentle breeze, lingering around the roof beams.
Qingqing woke up at some point and was hugging the piano by the window, stroking the strings lightly. His left hand quietly chanted long notes, while his right hand danced lightly, playing and picking, and brought up the thin strings. Aftereffects came one after another. Ziqin looked around the room.
In the middle, the mess this morning has disappeared. All the bottles, jars, messy beds, and blood stains have disappeared, leaving only Qingying sitting alone by the window.
Ziqin didn't want to disturb the ethereal sound, so she walked closer silently. It wasn't until the adagio gradually faded that she quietly called out, "Qing Qing."
"Master!" Qingqing was suddenly frightened and stood up in a hurry, kneeling in front of Ziqin. "Master, this disciple violated the rules of the sect and caused great trouble for the sect. Please punish me..."
Listening to Qingqing's voice gradually getting quieter, Ziqin leaned down and held Qingqing's still hot body in his arms: "Master has already punished you, so I won't do it again."
Qingqing nodded, tears wet Ziqin's shoulders.
"Even if Master punishes you, it's just a sect rule that cannot be violated. How has Master ever really blamed you?" Ziqin felt Qingqing's body trembling silently. Words came to her mouth, but she couldn't say them out. She had to help her up.
Qing Qing: "Get up quickly, it's time to drink medicine."
After saying that, he turned around, picked up the medicine spoon, and quietly pricked his thumb in front of him, drawing blood.
Turning around, Ziqin took the medicine spoon and stirred it in the bowl before handing it to Qingqing.
Qingqing only felt a faint smell of blood coming from the bowl. He recalled that when he woke up today, the floor of the room was covered with blood. He couldn't help but be confused, so he held the medicine bowl and stepped forward cautiously: "Master, this is
What medicine?"
Ziqin rubbed Qingqing's head: "Biting San. You have an old injury."
This move didn't matter. It's just that Ziqin was used to being injured, so she didn't pay attention to the slight pain in her fingers, so she still stretched out the pricked hand. Until the unhealed wound almost dripped a drop of blood on Qingqing's hair.
Qin quickly retracted her hand and wiped the blood on her palm.
When Qingqing saw it, his eyes widened in shock. He quickly brushed his clothes and knelt beside the master's hand, raising the medicine bowl above his head: "Master, this disciple can't!"
Ziqin forced a smile: "It's just a minor injury. How can it withstand the severe effects of Biting poison? Don't overuse the medicine."
After that, he picked up the bowl again and placed it in front of Qing Qing.
Qingqing raised his head and saw that the color of the medicine was thick, and the smell of blood in it seemed to be getting stronger. He was even more frightened in his heart. He couldn't take it, and he couldn't take it either. He could only cry and said: "Master, this disciple must not dare..."
Before Qingqing could finish speaking, Ziqin grabbed Qingqing's throat with one hand, raised the medicine bowl with the other, and poured all the bitter and strong Biting Powder into Qingqing's mouth.
Unable to react in time, it was not until the half-warm Biting Powder was poured down by Qingqing that Qingqing leaned over and coughed violently. Seeing that Qingqing was uncomfortable with the cough, Ziqin softened her expression and said warmly: "Qingqing
"Sir, the power of Bitingdu should not be underestimated. Now that you are so weak, if you hadn't..." Before Ziqin could finish speaking, Qingqing suddenly grabbed her master's sleeves and cried loudly.
"Master, this disciple will never leave again..."
Ziqin was stunned for a moment, then helped Qingqing up and said with a smile: "Where are you going?"
"Not going anywhere."
When Qingqing's crying stopped, Ziqin carried the sleeping disciple to the couch and said silently: "Next time, don't let Master wait for you for so long."
At night, it was Qixue who sent a message, saying that the master had lost his temper and did not want to go to the top of the mountain. Both the master and the apprentice knew his personality, so they did not ask any more questions. However, Ziqin still stabbed Qingqing from time to time when he was not paying attention.
He mixed some of his own blood into the medicine. As a few days passed, Qingqing gradually improved, but Head Linghu became weaker day by day.
Qingqing was just confused for the first time. She didn't know how her master could be so seriously injured because of his unrivaled skills. Seeing that her master's already transparent and white skin was losing color day by day, Qingqing stayed in front of her master's bed and took care of her.
Instructions to find some Qi and blood-boosting medicine.
Within a few days, the master and apprentice changed their identities.
When the sky turned dark, Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief and cooked the medicine soup for the two of them on a small fire. Ziqin had already fallen asleep lightly. Qingqing took out an old music score and simulated seven strings and ten fingers in the air.
Ting Congcong started playing silently. He heard footsteps approaching on the mountain road, Qingqing smiled bitterly——
Uncle Master finally came.
When the people outside the door came closer and closer, Qing Qing felt strange. His footsteps were light and shallow, not as profound as his uncle's skills. Listen carefully, there was more than one person coming outside the door.
Qingqing quickly extinguished the flames and opened the door curtain in the wind. Sure enough, two figures, one behind the other, kept walking towards the bamboo house. Looking at the distance, Qingqing couldn't help but take a breath: the first visitor was Mr. Tianke Ruo from West Lake.
, Young Hero Jingming was also followed by Ruixinta!
Remembering that Master was still unconscious, Qingqing did not want to disturb Master's rest, so he returned to the house, extinguished all the candles, leaving only a shimmering candlestick to greet the door. The room suddenly became dark, and Qingqing stood at the door
.
Ruo Dong, Jingming and others came closer and stopped.
Thinking that Mr. Ruo is still an elder, Qingqing did not dare to lose his etiquette easily, so he raised the corner of his mouth and stepped forward slightly: "It's getting late, what do you do for me, sir?"
Unexpectedly, Ruo Dong looked calm: "How is young hero Linghu doing recently?" Qingqing didn't answer, so Mr. Ruo continued: "Dong has something to do, and he needs to meet with the leader of Linghu to discuss it in detail. So he dare not leave the mountain.
, please also tell the young hero about the disturbance."