"Master has taken a rest." Qing Qing said expressionlessly, "Sir, if there is something urgent, you might as well ask the disciple to talk to the master uncle."
Upon hearing this, Jing Ming put his hand directly on the hilt of the sword. Ruo Dong chuckled and shook his head: "It's just a word, but it's just a repayment of the young hero's kindness in coming down the mountain to rescue me. I won't delay the master's rest..."
"Headmaster Linghu, please rest." No longer raising the corner of his mouth, Qingqing interrupted Mr. Ruo. There was a "swish" sound as the long sword was unsheathed, and Jingming on the side stepped forward, facing Qingqing and about to force his way in.
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Could it be that Mr. Ruo has become an unscrupulous villain like Master Que? Qingqing was startled, remembering that the wooden flute was still in the house, the chess piece flashed out of his sleeve, and jumped in front of Jing Shaoxia in the blink of an eye.
I saw a half-white flash of light, Ruo Dong turned the hilt of the sword, put the Yin Yang Sword in the scabbard, and knocked back all the rows of black and white Wulu chess pieces. Qingqing listened closely to the chess wind, but felt that there were no chess pieces.
Coming towards his vital point, he just turned sideways and let a chess piece wipe out the candlelight and sparks, then weakly and silently hit the thick bamboo roof beam.
"Can you hear it even with such a gentle breeze?"
Jingming was shocked, remembering that his husband mentioned Dongshan's ability to distinguish objects by listening to the wind, and now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was even more surprised. Ruo Dong softened his cold expression and said in a deep voice: "Even if West Lake is not on good terms with Dongshan, Dongshan is not the same."
You dare to violate the name of 'Miyu Tianke'. Qing Qing, this matter is related to you, if you don't inform the leader of Linghu, I'm afraid it will be too late!"
"If it is related to me, I will allow my disciple to overstep his bounds. Please tell me, sir."
Ruodong closed his eyes and shook his head silently.
Seeing that he had to take action, Qingqing only had the last few coins left in his sleeves, so he threw them all out in an instant. Taking advantage of the flash of light from both swords, he turned back to the bamboo house. When Jingming opened the door curtain, Qingqing was stunned.
With the flute in hand, he drew a "Long Live Withered Vine" pattern in front of him and said quietly:
"This is the place where the leader of Rongshan is established. If you, sir, take another step forward, you will not blame your disciples for being ruthless!"
Mr. Ruo took a deep breath and finally put away his soothing expression: "Qing Qing, even if Dong has no intention of breaking in today, how much hatred have you accumulated for the Linghu family? You have harmed two people at such a young age.
As for the life of the leader, who among Xihu and Nanlin can follow Dongshan’s will?”
After saying that, with the Yin Yang Sword still in its sheath, he stood up in a low voice and rushed into the house.
Hearing the sudden sound of "wow-wow-wow", Qing Qing rolled up the chess piece on the table, and the chess pieces flew out of the door like a goddess scattering flowers. Without thinking about it, Jing Ming's long sword shook down and drew in front of him.
When the sword array was opened, the silver light gradually flashed, blocking the black egret from running.
Ruo Dong still seemed to have no intention of taking action. Facing the flying chess pieces, he just blocked them with his side sheath, and the sword did not show its edge. However, he occasionally made moves when he saw Jing Ming struggling. Qing Qing saw that the two of them did not fight, nor did they retreat.
A board of black and white chess pieces flew back and forth, and as time went on, I became really anxious. I heard a chess piece slow down in its path, and turned around, letting the little white chess piece hit the flute and fly away between my eyebrows.
The path of the chess pieces was not very sharp at all. Seeing the slow chess piece moving forward slowly, Ruo Dong took his long sword back in front of him and blocked it with the scabbard. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Qingqing turned his flute head outwards and turned back at the same moment.
The "rock fell from the peak" and stumbled towards Jingming.
Hearing a "buzzing" sound in the air, the sword and flute flashed together, Jing Ming groaned in a low voice, and dropped his long sword, half of his arm unable to move.
As soon as Qing Qing saw that he had succeeded, he refused to give the two of them a moment to breathe. He directly took advantage of the gap in mid-air, flicked "Lu Duan Rhino Elephant" and still pursued young hero Jing Ming. It can be said that Jing Ming's swordsmanship is very solid, and he was hit with his right hand.
In the moment of pain, the long sword was thrust into the air, and the sword was handed to his left hand. Unexpectedly, Heizi came again, and he was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back, so he had to bear the pain and bear the blow from Heizi.
There was only a faint ringing in the wrist bones, and the sword tip of the left hand hung limply, and it was also dislocated.
Only then did Ruo Dong come back to his senses and realized that Qing Qing had no intention of backtracking, but was determined to be ruthless and beat the two of them down Rongshan Mountain. However, as an elder, he could not do anything at will until the crisis was extremely serious.
Don't send any disciples to take action. So you just supported Jing Ming and reattached his injured wrists.
At this time, the chaos was still there. Qingqing was extremely anxious and had already lost his mind. Even when the two men's offensive was suspended, he refused to give in. He insisted on stepping forward with the flute and pointed the head of the flute. Ruo Dongben looked down.
Looking at Jingming's slight injury, he raised his eyes after hearing the sound——
There was only a cold light on his face, and his eyes were as calm as water, exactly the same as when he stabbed the harp sword into Master Wen's throat.
Without even a moment's thought, Ruo Dong immediately stood up and stood in front of Jing Ming. The Yin Yang Sword was finally unsheathed. There was a sharp "swish" sound, and the two-color sword shadow flashed in the darkness and stabbed directly at Qing Qing's brow.
Unexpectedly, Qing Qing did not retreat at all, just letting the sword light flash in front of his eyes.
The movements in their hands continued, and the flute and sword rushed towards each other. Qingqing's white jade flute was only an inch away from Ruo Dong's heart. It seemed that even if his eyes were pierced by the sword blade, he would knock the flute body down in front of Mr. Ruo.
Ruo Dong's brows suddenly raised. Seeing that he was withdrawing his hand and returning his sword at this moment, he could no longer stop himself.
It was at this critical moment that a silent wind suddenly blew up in the dark inner room. Ruo Dong felt that the Yin Yang sword he had advanced for half a moment was grabbed by a huge landslide, stopped in mid-air, and could not move even half a minute.
Qingqing's wooden flute also stopped in front of him at an unknown place. It suddenly stopped for a moment, and all he could hear was the girl's tight breathing. Jing Ming, who was beside him, was stunned with fear. Seeing the crisis, it suddenly stopped. For some reason, he touched
I went to the candlestick that had just been knocked over on the table, and hurriedly lit it to take a look:
It was the pale-faced head Linghu, wearing a green robe, who took Qing Qing back in his arms.
Qingqing's hands are still in the air, and the head of the flute is hanging tightly at Mr. Ruo's heart. The master's yin and yang sword that has touched Qingqing's eyebrows is being held tightly by the head of Linghu, and the sword head is pressed against Qingqing's forehead.
, the blade of the sword was intertwined with Ziqin's almost transparent fingers, and dark red blood dripped onto the ground.
After a moment of stalemate, Ziqin suddenly exerted force and pulled the long sword out of Ruodong's hand in an instant, and slammed it downwards - with a "clang", the Yin Yang Sword was firmly inserted into the ground, shook twice, and stopped moving.
With the help of a weak candlelight, Ruo Dong could see clearly the pale look on Linghu Ziqin's face. He didn't know what kind of serious injury he had suffered, but he didn't even have a trace of blood. He immediately understood that Qingqing had just tried his best to prevent the two of them from entering.
He Yi. I noticed some unknown movement behind me, turned around and looked back——
Linghu Ziqi's face was dark, and he didn't know when he came to the door.
Seeing two figures in black robes surrounded by several Dongshan people in green clothes, Ruo Dong couldn't help but worry that it would be difficult to escape. He flew forward and pulled back the hilt of the sword on the ground with a buzzing sound.
Ziqin stared at him for a long time before lowering his injured hand. The place where the sword blade cut it was already filled with poisonous color, condensing into terrifying black and purple blood scabs. "Get out!" Ziqin used all her inner strength to rush forward.
Ruo Dong scolded him coldly.
At this moment, Qingqing could only see her master's fingers that were constantly being eroded by biting poison. She held her master's hand with her palms, and tears were about to flow out as she watched.
Ziqi blocked the door, neither making a move nor getting out of the way.
Seeing that Ziqin was about to lose her support, Qingqing quickly helped her master and entered the back room regardless of the chaos outside. Just when she turned around, she suddenly heard her uncle ask: "What do you want to say, sir?"
"Master Che Xin said." Ruo Dong sighed, then turned to Qing Qing, "The poison you were poisoned was not only the biting poison from the West Lake, but also the snowy wormwood from the Southern Forest."
"I know." Qingqing turned back lightly.
"you know?"
"Only I know." His heart tightened, Qingqing didn't want Mr. Ruo to talk about other disputes, so he said, "Sir, if you have nothing else to do, please come back."
Qingqing silently helped her master back to the couch. Ziqin almost lost all her strength and fell down with a heavy "bang". Qingqing never thought that the master's internal blood loss in the past few days was already on the verge of collapse. Ziqin's only one suffered
His left hand, injured by the sword, was weak and hanging on one side. Qingqing hurriedly searched for gauze, ointment, etc. in the mountains of medicine jars, but the search became more and more confusing, and his hands could not help but tremble.
Perhaps hearing the disciple's sobs that he was trying to hold back, Ziqin said softly: "Don't worry, it's not an important injury."
The biting poison in West Lake once put his life on the line. It was because of the three decomposing drugs that the master was involved in the bottom of Xuantan under the conspiracy of Wen and Nan... What kind of unimportant injury is this?
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After a moment of hustle and bustle, Qingqing silently returned to her master. She carefully bandaged her master's injured left hand according to the healing method Sister Qichuan taught her. Just as she was about to stand up, Ziqin grabbed her arm with her backhand.
: "Qing Qing, who is the person who fell on the snow and the wormwood?"
Qingqing shook his head.
Qingqing originally wanted to "don't know," but Ziqin said she "didn't want to tell." Master and apprentice had been together for more than ten years, and Qingqing's expression changed in an instant. How could he hide it from Ziqin's eyes?
Ziqin couldn't help but hold her hand tightly: "Qingqing, master just wants to wait for you to speak for yourself."
Qingqing's nose was sore, and she tried hard to pull her arm out of her master's hands without caring about etiquette. But Ziqin held it firmly. The more Qingqing tried to break away, the more Ziqin's wound that had been bandaged began to crack.
All the blood was sprinkled on Qingqing's clothes.
Finally unable to hold on any longer, Qingqing fought hard, but Ziqin happened to loosen her strength at this moment. Qingqing ran out of the house, ignoring his uncle's call, and rushed out of the door.
Linghu Ziqi glanced around and estimated that Qingqing would meet Qixue halfway up the mountain and that there would be no trouble, so he lit the candle and walked towards the house. Seeing his senior brother's injuries so scrawled, he couldn't help but sneer in a low voice.
: "Who is this embarrassment for?"
Zi Qin turned her head: "Qi, Heng Shen's matter, Qin is sorry for you."
Ziqi fell silent and stopped talking.
"Heng Shen is just sorry for that game of chess." After a long time, Zi Qi let out a sigh of relief and said, "There aren't many biting powders left. There won't be enough for both of you, master and disciple, to live together."
Ziqin smiled: "Qin is not afraid of this. Qingqing doesn't know, and you still don't know?"
Ziqi rolled his eyes and turned around to go out. Halfway through, he suddenly turned around:
"Brother, you are right. Qi will never forgive you for what happened to Hengshen."