Qingqing himself didn't know how long he sat in front of the chessboard in the forest. It wasn't until a heavy rain poured down from the sky, turning the two of them into a complete drowned rat. Then he stood up, regardless of the fact that his clothes were wet, and he fell from the muddy water.
Zhong picked up Alou and walked back the way he came.
Qixue followed closely after Xia Liang returned, but the old chess player said nothing along the way. Qixue was afraid that if the master knew about this incident, she would end up worse than Qingqing stealing medicine on Lirong Mountain——
The first skill of chess is "faith". I don't know why I lost my head and violated this principle together with Qing Qing.
It wasn't until the rainy streets appeared in front of him again, with people occasionally passing by wearing straw hats and paper umbrellas, that Liang Gui finally asked: "How long have you been learning chess from Master Linghu?"
"My disciple has been in Yeping Mountain since he was a child." Qixue replied, "I learned to play chess just like eating and walking, so I don't know the exact number."
Liang Gui nodded and actually smiled: "What chess rules have you learned now?"
Qixue's face turned red with embarrassment and she lowered her head: "This disciple is watching "Lao Lao Shen Ji" by himself."
The old chess player didn't say anything more, but he secretly praised in his heart that Qixue's chess skills at such a young age were really rare. When they returned to the inn, the chess pieces were nowhere to be seen. A stack of tea bowls were left behind behind the counter.
He wrote a note saying he would be back in the middle of the night or something like that.
Liang Gui thought that the two children had really violated a big rule during the day, so he scribbled down the story of the game on the back of the note.
Qingqing himself could not recognize the road, and he was in a daze, so he asked A'lou to point the way back. When the inn was only a hundred steps away, A'lou suddenly fluttered in Qingqing's arm, which scared Qingqing.
He almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
"We're not far ahead!" Qing Qing used a "peak stone fall" to steady himself, "Your legs can't move, where are you going to climb alone?"
Ah Lou only thought that Qing Qing wanted to ask about the whereabouts of the antidote, and sighed: "If the little girl really had the antidote, why would she have to suffer from the restraints of the Nan family and the Jiang family? Besides, our Ruixin seven sisters, now six
Everyone died at Dongshan's hands, even if I help you, Young Hero Linghu, how can I be sincere?"
"I'm not interested in this." Qing Qing interrupted her coldly, and suddenly imitated Ah Lou's trembling and slurred speech, "Woman, woman, sew...that musical score to Jiang Jiang,
That Jiang Suyiyi's embroidered pillow is inside..."
When Ah Lou heard this, he almost jumped up again: "Who told you?"
"Ruixin Pagoda kills people and sets fires in public, and you still use others to accuse you?"
"Humph." Alou sneered, "I have to go back a few steps ahead. Just because of this bad song, I might as well see your elders get beaten up and see if the look of your eyes blazing today is worth it.
"
Entering the room, the old chess player had already returned to his welcoming appearance with a smile, and loudly responded to the guests by serving tea and water.
Qingqing put Ah Lou down at an empty table, and Qixue quietly approached and winked at Qingqing. Unexpectedly, Qingqing lowered her head and ignored her, and ran back to the rain alone without holding an umbrella.
Li Qixue didn't want to chase her, or not. She was about to follow him out when she was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve by Ah Lou, who was wearing a dirty red shirt.
Ah Lou raised his muddy face and said, "Stop chasing her. Your junior sister was tortured by that "Fan Ya Ji" and went crazy. There's no way she can be saved if she chases her!"
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Qingqing lowered his head and ran all the way, and unexpectedly arrived at the place where the fire in Nanlin was eroded. Along the raging fire started by four people half a year ago, there were broken walls and tiles along the way, and there was no broken Qionglin.
A magnificent scene from the past.
Although the storm in Nanlin has calmed down, the dark ruins have not been washed away by the rain.
Why is it useful to practice piano by yourself?
Asked like this, Qingqing couldn't help but let go of the wooden flute and threw the purple-red white jade wood. The wooden flute hit a rickety roof beam. It was unstoppable and the beam was thrown away.
Directly split it in two and intercept it at the waist.
The white jade flute drew an arc and rolled several times on the ground without any damage, leaving not even a gap.
Qing Qing stood where he was, looking at each other a hundred steps away from Muxiao - I don't know if he killed people and set fires, was poisoned, and was beaten for breaking the rules to get that book of musical scores. Wouldn't it be worse than never knowing the music?
Why, it comes more quickly.
Thinking about it carefully, I don't want to leave the teacher and go down the mountain, just because I want to avoid these annoying and annoying things as far away as possible.
Thinking of this, Qingqing turned around empty-handed, no longer paying attention to Muxiao lying alone on the ground, and raised her feet to leave. But suddenly, a soft whisper came into her ears from behind:
"Junior has seen Linghu Chess Master."
Uncle Master is here! Qingqing was momentarily shocked by this shallow greeting. He stood up and even slowed down his breathing for a few beats. The owner of the greeting just now could be heard as a young man, and his voice
But it was indescribably familiar. Just as he was hesitating, he heard another female voice following closely:
"Ji Mo Yao, my junior, has met the Linghu chess player."
Qingqing covered his mouth - it was Nan Jiayou and Jimo's leaders who were still staying in Nanlin!
Thinking that he had violated the rules of Rongshan twice in succession, how could Qingqing still dare to eavesdrop on his uncle's words? It was just that he was afraid of being discovered by the three people, so he did not dare to move a step; and he had already learned the ability to listen to music through the wind.
At this moment, even if I cover my ears with my hands, I can't stop the intermittent conversations from pouring into my mind:
"It is really disturbing for me to ask to see the chess players at this time. Lirong Mountain has not killed all the chess players, so I am willing to give you the antidote. I am very grateful to you..."
"No need."
The air was silent for a moment, and only Jiayou's voice was heard:
"This junior is here because everyone has entrusted me with it, so I am not too frightened. I am trembling with fear, and I have a heartless request for the chess players." Ziqi didn't seem to answer, so he heard Nan Jiayou continue to say, "Looking at the world now,
Among the four eight-note instruments, the Eastern Qin, Xizheng, Nanxiao, and Northern Flute are no longer what they used to be. My father and Master Wen were brutally murdered one after another, and Master Jimo was still young..."
Speaking of this, Jiayou paused for a moment, and then heard Jimo Yao's softer voice continue:
"So we went down to Dongshan, and we and others discussed it and recommended that talented and famous people in the world be re-elected to unify the eight tones and four instruments, pick up ancient teachings, compile old music scores, and restore the prosperous music scene in the world."
"so?"
"So..." Jimo Yao paused again, "Seniors think that although various sects have been at odds with Li Rongshan for a long time, they have never had any grudges with Ye Ping... Linghu Chessman is Dongshan
Later generations are orthodox, and when it comes to skills and techniques, there are few masters in the world who can rival him."
"Therefore." Nan Jiayou took over the conversation again, "The younger generation is willing to take the chess master Linghu as the leader, and invite the chess masters to go out into the rivers and lakes, unify the four weapons, and revive the glory of Bayin!"
——Revive the glory of Bayin!
Nan Jiayou's last low roar seemed to be transmitted thousands of miles away. Although the sound was not high, it made birds flutter their wings. Qingqing covered her heart, fearing that her violent heartbeat would distract her from practicing listening to music.
Nan Jiayou, who knew the art of logic, listened.
I quietly pinched my arm, and it turned out that it was really not a hallucination in my dream.
"Ha." I don't know how long the silence lasted, but suddenly I heard Zi Qi laughing intermittently for some reason, "Okay, did the powerful gentleman from West Lake come up with this idea, or does your old boss from Beimo think so too?
"
"It's the juniors and everyone's own idea." There were only two "plops" and a rustling sound, and it seemed that the two of them had already saluted in front of Ziqi, "We are willing to be led by Ye Ping, for thousands of generations.
one……"
Before Nan Jiayou could finish the second half of his sentence, he heard an "uh" sound and stopped, probably because Ziqi pinched his neck:
"Your father definitely didn't have time to tell you that there will never be any difference between you and me, Ye Ping and Li Rong. If Mr. Nan continues to speak out like this, don't blame yourself for being unjustly killed by the black and white chess pieces!"
At almost the same moment, the roaring wind was heard, and even without turning around one could still hear that Uncle Master had restrained Nan Gongzi's Mingmen, and the head of Jimo must have taken action from the side.
Come to think of it, ten Nan Jiayou and Jimo Yao combined are no match for their uncle.
The two of them paid such a surprise visit late at night, so no one had to be careful. The uncle was alone in the distance. If there was an ambush, it would be too late to help him. Having made up his mind, Qingqing turned around.
, prepare to show up in public.
As soon as he turned his head, he suddenly realized that a huge and tall black shadow was standing in front of him.
With the light and shadow behind him, the man's face was blurry and unclear. But he didn't know how long the dark shadow had been standing behind Qingqing, so that Qingqing was listening intently to the conversation in the distance, but he didn't even notice that he was getting closer.
A corner of the monk's robe was exposed in the dim light, and Qingqing suddenly realized it. Just as he was about to scream, the black shadow covered his mouth tightly——
"Young Master Linghu, I wonder how your recent injuries are getting better?"
Just as he whispered these words, Qingqing turned around and saw that the figures of his uncle, Jiayou, and Jimo had turned into small dots and disappeared a few feet away.
Ziqi grabbed Jiayou's neck with one hand like an eagle catching a chicken, and turned the other hand in a circle, grabbing the sleeve head of the long sleeve thrown by Jimo's leader, and swung it hard, throwing Jimo Yao around in a circle, and was
He was tied up in his long sleeves. Before the two young men could react, Ziqi jumped out of his sleeves with a simple and simple form of "Crow Heron Flying" and ran towards them in front of them.
Both of them were restrained by Linghu Ziqi's hands and could not jump back, so they had to raise their upper bodies desperately and let the fierce chess wind fly behind them against their cheeks.
Ziqi just happened to let go at this moment. Jiayou and Jimo could not react. They only felt that their hearts were empty, so they somersaulted twice in succession, fell all over the mud and rolled several times, but they were still in pain and could not stand up.
.
After taking care of the two of them, Zi Qi then remembered: when he started taking action, there seemed to be some dispute in the distance. Afraid of an ambush, Zi Qi looked back -
The white jade flute glowing with purple light was lying quietly on the ground a few steps away.
Seeing the monk kidnapping Qing Qing and getting further and further away from the entangled three people over there, the old leader of Jimo slightly loosened his grip on Qing Qing. Qing Qing instantly shouted: "Men and women cannot kiss each other!"
As an eminent monk, how can you do this!"
Halfway through the shouting, he suddenly understood, calmed down his temper, and said coldly:
"Perhaps, junior, you should call senior Master Chexin?"