The sea breeze carried a slight fishy and salty smell, drifting up towards the cliff of Lingdeng Mountain. Qingqing hugged her knees, as if she was cold all over, and curled up into a ball.
Qixue walked to her side without saying a word, followed Qing Qing's example, and sat down with her knees in her arms.
"Sister." Qingqing turned around, "Why did you come out of Shupu Pavilion so early today?"
"Hehe..." Qixue smiled sheepishly, "Master's uncanny calculation has predicted that you will come down this road tonight, so I will have to wait for you for most of the afternoon."
Qingqing turned her head and continued to stare at the undulating waves.
The waves surged up and dispersed, and the night was like ink. Qingqing let the cooling water vapor hit her face. Qixue asked quietly: "Do you really want to stay with the leader on Lirong Mountain for the rest of your life?"
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Qingqing was slightly stunned: "When did you find out?"
"Since you went out and returned to Dongshan." Qixue couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth, "The way you look at the leader is obviously different."
With mixed feelings in her heart, Qingqing buried her head in her knees and remained silent for a long time.
"Snow." After the night turned as dark as jade, Qingqing finally spoke again, "After coming back from the mountain, Linghu Qingqing seemed to have become two different people. She was alone by the frost pond, and she almost didn't recognize her master's face.
"The other one is at the top of Lingdeng Cliff, but I can never forget the view at the bottom of the mountain."
"So." Qixue giggled, "You still want to go out."
Qingqing turned his head and thought for a while: "No. I just can't let go of those people - those acquaintances and passers-by who met at Nanlin West Lake, but even hurt senior sisters Qichuan and Qilang. I originally thought that letting Wen Zhang
The door fell under the blade of the string sword, and everything was over..."
Qixue was confused when she heard this, but when she heard Qingqing mention the matter of senior sister's injury again, she said sternly: "After you tell me these things today, don't mention them to the headmaster and master again."
Hearing this, Qing Qing stopped talking. He stood up, patted his clothes, and suddenly said: "Sister, when uncle returns to Yeping Mountain, I will go with you."
"Okay." Qixue nodded, "As long as the leader agrees."
Qingqing thought to himself that he didn't seem to have any intention of mentioning it to his master. He just wanted to run to a place where he couldn't be found for some reason. Just as he was thinking about it secretly, green shadows flashed slightly, and traceless footsteps walked from the path behind the cliff.
Came: "Have a good chat?"
"Master." Qixue stood up and saluted.
Qingqing then bowed to his uncle, but his thoughts were still on his mind, so he turned his head and ignored him. Ziqi spread his hands, and saw a small shining medicine bottle appearing in his palm: "Then Mr. Ruo from West Lake
He came prepared, even though he doesn’t have the antidote for the wormwood on the snow, but this can give him a temporary reprieve."
"Disciple doesn't want it." Qing Qing couldn't help it after all, "The two people from Xihu broke in today, how could uncle let them go?!"
Zi Qi shook his head and smiled: "Uncle will tell you when you come to Ye Ping. But..." Zi Qi leaned close to Qing Qing's ear, "The disciple who follows Tian Ke really looks like your senior brother Heng Shen.
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Half intentionally and half unintentionally, on the day Zi Qi and the two disciples set out, no one went to inform the master. However, the other disciples all knew that this was something the master had agreed to, and they all reluctantly sent them to the mountain.
Underfoot.
Qixue has lived in Lirong Mountain for several months and suddenly left today to go back. Qichuan and Qilang couldn't help but feel regretful. Nan Jianing, who was spared a hard beating, was originally punished by his master Linghu Zihua and sent to a cave with his wife.
Senior uncle retreated to reflect on his past—today he also got the approval of Grandpa Gui and came down the mountain to say goodbye to his two junior sisters.
"The poisons used by Young Master Jiang Chenbi of Nanlin." Qing Qing asked Jianing, "Master, do you know where they came from?"
Jianing shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I am an outsider at home - how can they tell me such a powerful ability?" After saying this, although he didn't know what Qingqing meant, he felt a little guilty: "Junior sister, Jianing
It can't help you, but it can hurt you..."
Qing Qing waved his hand, not wanting him to continue. He bowed to his fellow brothers and sisters and said goodbye.
Although they were far away from the mountain, Qixue saw that Qingqing was preoccupied day after day. It seemed that the longer she went down the mountain, the more restless she became. Until one day, the three of them rested at an inn along the way, and suddenly they heard a faint sound outside the door.
There was a monotonous sound:
"The shadows fall under the beautiful flowers, and the sounds and colors are vague. In the flying white lanterns, the red plums fall in the east..."
Qing Qing was meditating by the window. As soon as he heard the tinkling song, he suddenly stood up, took three steps and two steps at a time, and rushed out of the door. Before he could realize what happened, Ziqi walked towards
Qixue winked, and Qixue had no choice but to put down her half-eaten steamed buns and follow her out.
When she came to the street, she saw a crowd of people jostling one after another, almost forming a thick wall outside the inn. Ignoring the pushing and cursing of others, Qixue pushed aside the crowd and squeezed in.
I saw a tattered red shirt leaning against the corner. The woman was about the same age as me. She was half-closing her eyes and singing in a low voice:
"The shadow falls under the beauty, and the sound and appearance are mixed..."
Looking sideways, Qing Qing was indeed standing in the innermost circle of the crowd, her eyes crazy, staring closely at the fingers of the woman in red shirt dancing between several thin strings.
"It turns out I was fascinated by the music." Qixue took a breath.
Observing carefully, Qixue only felt that this woman had bright eyes and white teeth, and her graceful body hugged a round piano, and her fingers slowly played with it for a few moments. She was very beautiful. Although it was not as obvious and moving as Senior Sister Qilang.
, but couldn't help but let the visitor linger a few more times. Seeing that Qingqing was still listening intently, Qixue refused to disturb her, so she stopped for a while.
The longer she listened, the more sleepy Qixue became: But the word "baiya" was repeated several times, but I didn't know what it sounded like.
Yawning, Qixue couldn't help but look behind her. At this look, Qixue's eyes widened in shock:
I saw that half of the street was almost turned into a dead end by the incoming crowd, and the crowds coming and going were still rising. Except for Qingqing, whose eyes were blurred, everyone else had their mouths half-opened, and their eyes were wavering.
Sparkling light!
There must be some witchcraft in this song! When he came back to his senses, he saw that Qingqing was still standing in front of the woman in red. The crowd coming from behind touched her, but she didn't react at all. She almost fell down.
Staggering. Seeing that the wall of people was about to block her way, Qixue was so anxious that she was about to jump up. She heard the song end and the woman's voice gradually became lower.
The moment the red-shirted woman's fingers were off her string, Qingqing stepped forward, lifted the woman and the round instrument in her hand into his arms, jumped onto the eaves regardless of the crowd that was knocked over, and rushed out with a quick stride.
People were frightened by this sudden change and were stunned. It took a while for the bustling crowd to realize what had happened, but Qing Qing and the woman in red shirt had long disappeared.
Qixue heard all kinds of yelling and cursing: They raped a girl in broad daylight!
She looked left and right. Although the inn was only half a street away from her, she didn't know if the master knew about the accident on the street. After hesitating for a moment, she thought it would be better to chase Qing Qing back. Qixue then mentioned something
With a tone of voice, he ran towards the direction Qing Qing left just now.
After traveling far away from the crowd and arriving at a remote outskirts, Qixue found the green shadows and red clothes scattered together.
The woman in red was still sitting on the ground, hugging a thick tree trunk to steady her body, but her legs were weak and she could not stand up or walk. Qingqing held a handful of dry firewood in one hand and a wooden flute in the other.
Hold her chin:
"Where is it hidden?"
The woman's eyes were picturesque, and she cried beautifully: "You savages on the east mountain have a blood feud with me for exterminating my family. Even if you torture me into a cripple today, don't expect me to say a single word!"
"That's it." Qing Qing put down the flute, but raised the burning torch with thick smoke higher, "Then the madam in the flower house said as soon as she burned you, I will burn you too, it depends on you
Say it or not?"
"Ah——" The woman cried so hard that her nose was covered with mucus on her clothes, and she howled like a little animal.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing still held the torch and said with a cold smile: "Senior sister, this is Miss Lou from Ruixin Pagoda, and she has the antidote to Nanlin poison!"
Looking back at the woman, she saw her beautiful eyes and sad eyes. What Qingqing said was indeed true. Qixue then let go of her hand and whispered: "Be careful." Qingqing nodded, lowered the torch, and saw the golden
The red flame almost touched Yuan Ruan Ruan's head. Ah Lou roared heartbreakingly:
"You monsters and savages from Dongshan! It's not enough to burn down the Nanlin Mansion, but you also have to burn people's lives - my aunt will turn into a ghost when she enters Yangsi, the underworld, to demand your debts!" I saw Qingqing keep dropping her hands, the wood white.
Ruan's face was already burnt black.
Qixue suddenly pressed Qingqing's hand, winked at her and lowered her voice: "There is someone coming from outside the forest."
At such a critical moment, someone riding a donkey came from a distance, approaching the direction of the black fog and thick smoke. As he walked, he hummed a song:
“Sit up and listen to the orioles’ whispers, and you will have nowhere to cross the Soul River.”
It's "Zhengpian·Duhun"!
Qingqing's heart tensed up. Hearing this hoarse tune, he wondered who was an acquaintance and passer-by who could know Mr. Qianshan's final unfailing words on the night when the fire burned down Nanlin?
The sound of hoofbeats was approaching, and soon they stopped in front of the three girls. The man on the donkey cupped his fists in salute and said with a smile:
"You two young heroes, Linghu, have made your master's search very difficult."
The accent of this person was very familiar. Qing Qing recalled the inn where the three masters and apprentices had just rested, and suddenly realized:
"There is no history of peace."
"Never say goodbye to water, fire or dust."
It turned out that the skinny man in front of him was the Xia Chessman who intercepted him on the night when the Southern Forest was burned down. Qingqing put down the torch and bowed to the ground. The donkey rider narrowed his eyes: "It is said that the Ruixin Pagoda's roar can bite the bones, and it can even injure people in one night.
Are you not afraid of twenty-four lives?"
Qixue raised her head: "It is a matter of great importance to my junior sister's life, so naturally we can't be afraid."
Upon hearing this, Alou was stunned for a moment, then he looked up to the sky and laughed non-stop: "You must have tasted the golden hairpin of Ruixin Pagoda!"