Qixue stared closely at Ziqi's hand holding the chess piece, took a deep breath, took a step back, took off the soft whip from her sleeve and scratched it on her chest, making a "square circle pose", and got ready to go.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Qingqing. Qingqing was still standing there with his hands tied, not knowing why.
The sleeves of the chess piece robe blew up, and dozens of sunspots carried the sound of the wind and flew straight towards Qingqing and Qixue. Qixue looked carefully and found that among the chess pieces flying in the shape of a "one", they were all of the same color.
It was pitch black and there were no white pieces. He clenched the soft whip in his hand and said softly: "Go!" There was just a flash of light and shadow, and the soft whip flew like a dragon, knocking down the chess pieces in front of him one after another.
Seeing how calmly Qixue took action, everyone secretly admired her. Zi Hua couldn't help shouting: "Okay!"
Beside Qixue, there were also a few sunspots flying towards Qingqing, flying slowly and slowly in the air. Qingqing's eyes were blurred, and he neither dodge nor attack, but kept retreating step by step in the direction in which the chess pieces were coming.
Seeing that the sunspot was about to hit the tip of Qingqing's nose, Qingqing unexpectedly hit the pillar of the hall with a "bang" without any defense, and her long black hair fell behind her.
At this moment, the two middle black stones in front of Qingqing finally collided and fell to the ground. Seeing that there were still seven or eight pieces left with no retreat, Qingqing finally came to his senses, raised his wooden flute, and played with the flute.
The pen, with the horizontal force of "Thousand Miles of Clouds", tapped lightly on the rightmost chess piece. I could only hear the first chess piece on the right hitting the second, and the second hitting the third...
There was a crisp sound of "ding ding dong dong", Qingqing took action once, and then all the chess pieces were "killed".
Zi Qi looked at Zi Qi, Zi Qi looked at Zi Qin, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Zi Qin thought to himself that Zi Qi might have surrendered half of his chess skills last night. Zi Qi originally thought that Qing Qing
He only inherited the piano skills of his senior brother Ziqin; who would have thought that now he could bring out his junior sister's calligraphy skills and use the flute skillfully, which is obviously better than Qixue's.
Seeing this, everyone felt that Qing Qing had secured the victory and that it was a sure thing.
Seeing the second round of chess pieces coming again, Qixue was eager to win. She only heard a "crash" sound and waved her soft whip to roll up a row of chess pieces and hit them towards the ground. Qingqing was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to do.
"Qing Qing!" Qi Lang couldn't help calling in a low voice, Qing Qing's eyes were still in a trance, and he didn't care.
A row of black chess pieces flew in the shape of a "one". Qingqing listened attentively as they collided with each other, as if they had broken the jade pendant of an immortal. It was pure and sweet. Qixue grabbed eight black chess pieces and slammed them downwards, seemingly
It was arrogant, but in fact, it firmly controlled the position of the chess pieces. The eight sunspots were swept across the ground silently amidst the fierce wind.
Just now, Qixue saw that Qingqing had the upper hand, and now she was even more eager to regain 10%. She saw eight chess pieces neatly lined up in a row, with the same intervals, and stopped on the ground in order. Seeing this, the chess pieces finally became shallow.
Smiled and nodded.
Qingqing was wandering in his mind, but he vaguely heard the sound of cracking in the air. Then he realized that the chess pieces were silent, and there were several sunspots in front of him, and there were sunspots hidden behind them. After the previous group of chess formations collided with each other, they fell.
The sunspots hidden in the latter group flew towards people's eyes with great speed. Although Qingqing wanted to raise his flute to block the attack, he was too late.
Seeing the scattered chess pieces approaching with a sneer, Qingqing couldn't help but hold her breath, froze on the spot, and tried her best to open her eyes wide.
The elders and juniors in the field were stunned for a moment. They saw that those sunspots were about to punch several holes in Qingqing's body. At the critical moment, they suddenly turned a corner in the air and went straight to the ground, clattering.
Several shallow pits were made.
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Zi Qi turned his face sideways and stuck out his tongue at Zi Qin, pretending not to see Zi Qin's stern look that said, "If you dare to mess around again, try it."
Now, only the last few chess pieces are left, clattering in the chessboard. Everyone holds their breath and concentrates - the only white piece is about to appear in this round of flying pieces.
What is "Wood Fox Wild Hidden"?
Those who are obsessed with the game of chess are all tempted by the fox, either opening up the world, or regretting it for the rest of their lives, just for the thrill of the moves, leaving the world to look forward to the immortals without any regrets. The chess skills of the chess are rigorous, even if they are stopped in the air
There is no disorder in the black and white stones. If it were not for encountering a strong enemy, I am afraid that the pieces would not be placed in such a cunning position.
Is this the trick that Uncle Master is hiding behind his back?
The wind gradually picked up, and the final moment finally arrived.
Ziqi did not fly out the chess pieces in rows, but instead concealed himself in a chess formation, completely covering them in front of the two of them. Disciples like Qixue who had truly practiced chess skills had already made the move before Ziqi made his move.
At that moment, she could tell which games in which chess records these were. Therefore, Qixue held the whip in hand and confidently broke through the life-or-death situation in front of her.
Hearing a "swish" sound next to him, Qingqing inserted the wooden flute back into his waist, turned his hand into a sword finger, and rushed towards the chess formation.
Qingqing turned sideways and let several black stones pass by her face. Seeing a chess piece happen to come around in front of her, Qingqing stretched out two fingers and made a move of "Peak Drop Stone", gently and skillfully knocking the chess piece.
He clamped it up. Qingqing softly shouted "Fall!" and saw a flash of white light in the air. The white piece in Qingqing's hand jumped towards the other black piece like a falling stone, and rushed towards it. The black piece suddenly struggled in the air, and suddenly
Turn around and hit Linghu Ziqi straight in the face.
The chess pieces remained motionless, and she smiled silently, then she saw the last black stone flying in the air, like a wilted leaf, spinning around and falling to the ground weakly. Seeing the white stone flying by, Qixue immediately whipped it softly.
He got up, and with the help of the whip, he turned around and took Bai Zi into the palm of his hand.
At this point, the winner is clear.
Qingqing stood there like a clay sculpture, staring intently at the black chess piece lying frozen on the ground.
Ziqi put the chess set back on the lamp table and smiled helplessly at Qingqing: "Wrong guess."
Qingqing also smiled. Before anyone could react, they saw Qingqing spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.
"...This kid is literally carved out of the same mold as Zi Shu."
Through the thin bamboo curtain, the conversation between Ziqin and Ziqi came in clearly. Qingqing only remembered that the world was spinning at the last moment, as if his internal organs were about to burst. When he closed his eyes, his head was leaning against Ziqin.
On their arms, everyone was shouting their names. Then, they couldn't remember anything.
"Qing Qing is only a teenager. If you continue to hide, where will you have any room?"
"Now is not the time to be impatient!" Ziqin gradually lowered her voice, "Qi, I'm worried..."
Suddenly, Zi Qi's voice suddenly rose, "Is this a reason?! If you are worried about Qing Qing staying alone, I will just ask Qixue to give you the opportunity to be separated!"
There was silence for a while. After a while, Qin sighed: "No."
Ziqin entered the bamboo house and saw Qingqing sitting in front of the piano table playing with a few pages of music scores. She was slightly surprised and said, "Wake up."
"Yes." Qingqing nodded, "Why do I look so similar to Master?"
As if she was already prepared for Qingqing's straightforward approach, Ziqin sat down and rubbed Qingqing's messy hair: "When you were young, you and Zi Shushu were together, of course."
Qingqing lowered his head. Ziqin brought a thick black soup and put it in Qingqing's hand: "Remember to drink it while it's hot. You don't have to wait for us at night. Go to bed early." Until Ziqin's figure disappeared behind the mountain shadow, Qingqing said
Qing just came back to his senses, and his whole body was in burning pain. A familiar feeling came to his heart, but he couldn't put it into words for the moment.
While he was in a daze, the window behind him made a sharp sound. Ziqi pushed open the bamboo curtain in front of the window and grinned at Qingqing: "Medicine is not as good as wine, right?"
Hearing Zi Qi mention this matter again, Qing Qing's heart was filled with unknown anger, so she let out an angry "hum" and turned her head away. Zi Qi still knocked on the bamboo curtain perseveringly and asked: "
Qingqing, do you like playing the piano or playing chess?"
Qingqing saw that the small bamboo curtain was about to be shaken apart by the chess pieces, so he turned his head and thought for a while, and said: "Play the piano."
"Seriously?" Zi Qi blinked mysteriously, "If you choose to play chess, I will kill you with Zi Qin."
"Eh?" Qingqing was frightened, "Uncle, why are you making such a joke?"
Ziqi waved his hand: "That's all, there are still many things to do tonight."
Qixue came through the frost when the moon was rising. As soon as Qingqing smelled the aroma of roasted flower cakes, she heard Qixue scream: "The medicine is so cold, why haven't you drank it yet?"
Qingqing picked up the bowl, took a sip, and then chewed the dried plum cake silently. Qixue wanted to speak several times, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and she couldn't say anything.
After a while, Qixue held Qingqing's hand and said, "This opportunity to be separated into another class should have been yours."
Qingqing shook his head, tilted his chin and smiled: "Sister, don't you want to go down the mountain alone?"
"If I don't hide it from you, of course I do!" Qixue slapped the back of Qingqing's hand: "Now in the world, there are only four skills: Master Nanlin Xiaonan confuses right and wrong, buys people's hearts, and he has nothing in common with his sister-in-law.
In the future, Linghu's disciples will definitely gather together to take revenge on Dai Tian; the leader of Xihu Zhengwen has always been a spectator, living outside the world, so he allowed the old man Nanxiao to dominate Qionglin; the leader of Beimo Di Jimo's whereabouts are strange,
He is lonely and eccentric, and he is definitely not a person who can be trusted deeply..." After saying this, Qixue's eyes flickered, as if she was standing in front of thousands of troops, and she was quite heroic, "If I, the disciples of Linghu, can continue to go down the mountain to perform
Hands and feet…”
Qingqing covered her mouth and laughed so hard: "You obviously like Shanwai so much, but why are you so duplicitous?"
Qixue sat next to Qingqing: "I'm only worried about you. You really don't want to go down the mountain and have a look?"
"I don't want to." Qingqing pouted, "I only like the bamboo shadows at dusk on Lirong Mountain and the birdsong at dawn." Seeing Qixue smiling slightly, Qingqing gradually calmed down her smile: "There is only one thing left.
——Nan Lin and his son made a big fuss ten years ago, but the master...but his body is unknown."
Qixue opened her eyes wide, put her arm on Qingqing's shoulder, and sighed heavily. After a while, Qingqing also put her arm on Qixue's back. The two girls hugged each other, Qixue gently
Authentic: "Next time I see Nan's father and son, I must ask them to give an explanation."
Qingqing leaned against Qixue for a long time, then stood up and said, "Let me teach you how to play the piano." Seeing Qixue's confused look, Qingqing stood up and went to the corner of the room, taking out a tung qin from the woven bag:
"I won't hide it from you. The night before the Lantern Festival, my uncle asked me to practice 'Flying Crows' several times. I don't owe you anything."
Qixue had no interest in learning the piano at first, and she didn't care much about her master teaching her skills to other disciples. However, seeing that Qingqing's face was pale and her blood wounds had not healed, she was rarely interested, so she cheered up and came to the piano.
On the other side, he watched quietly.
Qingqing's water-like ten fingers jumped on the seven strings: "The calendar of Qin skills mostly comes from the right hand. The eight initial skills are 'wiping, picking, hooking, ticking, blowing, holding, beating, and picking'," Qingqing said.
Qing pointed inward and played a sound, and the long single note lingered in the small bamboo house, "This is called 'wiping'." Qingqing flicked the finger behind the string outward: "This is called 'picking'
.The so-called 'pick' must be suspended in the air and straight down. It cannot be tilted out or sidelined..."
Seeing Qingqing's ten fingers jumping on the strings, Qixue only felt that there was an old man writing in her ears, and her eyelids gradually became uncontrollably heavy. Half a stick of incense passed by, accompanied by an elegant somnolence tune, Qixue
Snow's even breathing and the sound of the piano finally came and went.
Qingqing's middle finger was hanging straight, and when he moved it inwards, he wiped the strings with his left hand: "Sister, this is called 'hook'."
After talking alone, Qingqing found a thin quilt and covered it behind Qixue. Holding the flute in her hand, she followed the direction where her master and uncle left, and stepped into the bright night.
On the night of Lirong Mountain, the cold moon cast a few shadows and scattered some mottled shadows. Qingqing heard the chirping of cicadas gradually mixed with some indescribable sounds, so she took advantage of a gust of forest wind to jump up the tree. Whenever the leaves rustled, she felt
I groped my way among the treetops. After a while, I saw a glimmer of light ahead.
Qingqing approached and realized that he had arrived at the cliff shore. The sea breeze was mixed with water vapor, and the smell of the tide hit his nostrils. Ziqin and Ziqi stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at Tong without saying a word.
On the path leading to the cliff, the sea breeze blew the skirts of their clothes against the direction where they were standing. Only then did Qingqing notice that the master was carrying the lyre that he often played on his back. A sound of solid footsteps gradually came from the road.
Came from one end.
Qingqing has been studying music theory for a long time and is used to using sounds to judge everything around him. When he heard the sound of footsteps, he felt that although the person who came had not yet used his skills, he must be a rare master in the world. He couldn't help but hold his breath.
A familiar figure appeared under the tree: "Miyu Lake Wenxian, I have met the leader of Linghu."
"You're welcome, Master Wen." Ziqin waited and returned the greeting, looking at the other man next to Wen Xian, "People in the world say there are 'three-day visitors' in Miyu Lake. Why is it that only Mr. Ruo Dong came today?"
The man was covered in a wide black robe, and when blown by the gentle breeze, he looked like a ghost in a painting. A sonorous and steady low voice came from the black robe: "Junior Brother Mo and Junior Brother Luo don't like the turmoil in the world, and Master Linghu laughs at it.
"
An ominous premonition suddenly came to Qingqing's heart. He heard Wen Xian say calmly and calmly: "Master Linghu has been living in seclusion on Rongshan Mountain for ten years. Although people in the world all admire Master Rong Renhai
I'm sorry, but it's not a long-term solution after all. Brother Yu, I'm presumptuous. I wonder what Master Linghu thinks?"
Ziqin stared at Wen Xian and did not answer. Linghu Ziqi sneered: "We ourselves are not worried about the grudge between Li Rongshan and Sui Qionglin, so why should we bother Master Wen?"
"My dear brother, what you said is wrong." Wen Xian was ridiculed, but he was not angry, "Since the death of Linghu Lady ten years ago, the secret of the 'Bone-Engraving Silver Hook' has been publicized by everyone in the world.
Xiao. Nowadays, all the heroes are fighting together, fighting bloody battles, all just for the white jade flute in the master's hand. Faced with such a dangerous situation, should the master still retreat from the world and let many good players kill each other?
"
Qingqing was in the tree, and the more he listened, the more something was wrong: "The people outside the mountain insist on snatching the wooden stick left by my master, why do they blame the master?"
Ziqi had his hands on his back. Qingqing saw that his uncle was clenching his fists tightly. Even if there was a huge stone in Ziqi's hand at this moment, he was afraid that he would be crushed into powder. Ziqin sighed softly,
He smiled bitterly and said: "I would like to ask Master Wen if he can control the situation due to his sister-in-law's attack."
It is said that Zi Hua ordered Qixue to send some flower cakes and medicine to Qingqing, but Qixue did not come back for a long time. Although he had never set foot in the place where Ziqin and Qingqing lived, he was still confused at this moment, so he took the two
A naughty monkey went looking for the mountain. When he entered the house, he saw Qixue covered with a thin blanket, sleeping soundly.
Zi Hua quickly shook Qixue's shoulders: "Where is your junior sister?"
Qixue opened her eyes in a daze and saw her senior aunt coming. She stood up in a hurry in fright. Looking around the bamboo house, Qingqing had long disappeared. Zi Hua picked up the music score on the piano table and recognized that it was a song by his senior brother.
While listening to the sleeping song, I couldn't help but clapped my hands and shouted: "No!" and hurriedly ran down the mountain.
After just a few words, the four people exchanged hands, and the cliff edge was like a sea of fire and icebergs.
Ziqin and Wenxian each took off their lyre and phoenix-tailed zither, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff. Ziqin raised his lapel, and his right hand rose and fell lightly, playing a string of overtones. Wenxian added a long wagging finger, and the zither sound gradually
Start to compete with the sound of the piano.
Qingqing was sitting in the tree, feeling a splitting headache. The more she wanted to escape from the sea of sounds where the zithers and zithers were fighting, the more she was tightly entangled by a strange gravitational force in the music, unable to move even half a step; if she listened carefully,
However, I found that this music was extremely wonderful. The sound of the piano was distant and the sound of the zither was ethereal. The harmony was perfect, as if it was created by heaven. Waves of murderous aura continued to come from the place where the two people's fingertips touched the strings. Qingqing could only
I felt like there was ice and fire in my mind, so I had to hug the tree trunk tightly, for fear of losing my footing and falling. At the same time, I was attracted by this unknown music. The more I listened, the more fascinated I felt, the more my head was going to explode.
The music was getting faster and faster. Both of them closed their eyes, sweat dripping from their foreheads. Wen Xian performed the "Daocheng Gale Wind" zheng technique, his fingers were like a kingfisher pecking at the embankment, and the cool taps kept jumping on the strings.
The qin unfolds the seventy-two rolling strokes in "Mountains and Flowing Waters", letting the hands play freely and freely on the qin, in an extraordinary and carefree manner.
A few steps away from them, the fierce clash of Ziqi's and Ruodong's weapons threatened to pierce the sky.
Mr. Ruodong held a Yin-Yang sword in his hand, which was half jet black and half silvery white. It shone coldly under the moonlight. The chess pieces had completely lost their usual carefree look. The black and white pieces seemed to be freed from dust and imbued with fairy spirit.
The long black and white light cut through the night sky and collided with the Yin Yang sword in Ruo Dong's hand, causing the sky to crack and the earth to shake.
Qingqing was about to lose his support, but at this moment, the branches of the old tree screamed again, and pieces of dust, fallen leaves, and sandstones hit the ground. He felt that he was about to be thrown to the ground by the old tree. The sky cracked,
Black light and white shadows flashed in front of Qingqing's eyes.
He didn't have time to think too much, so he took action with his wooden flute, as if he were still at the Lantern Festival, and played all the chess formations.
The current chess formation was much more complicated than the Lantern Festival. However, Qingqing worked hard for a long time following the chess pieces, and after a little bit of defeat, he saw the clues. Qingqing still used the "Thousand Miles Formation Cloud" to move horizontally.
Then the black and white pieces collided with each other, and they were smashed back with all their strength, and they were deeply embedded in the open space in front of Ruo Dong. With a few "bang" sounds, the chess pieces that Qing Qing knocked back lay flat on the ground and started to smoke, and the four people stopped for a moment.
.
It turned out that Mr. Ruo Dong had already noticed someone hiding in the treetops during the fight, so he deliberately turned his sword back, asked for the move "Belonger of the Sun and Moon", and hit all the chess pieces sent by Ziqi in the direction of the person. I thought
The person in the tree was about to fall straight down, but unexpectedly, only three or four blows were heard, and the chess formation composed of more than a dozen chess pieces was knocked back unchanged.
The dangerous cliffs that had been overwhelming just now were so quiet that you could hear the waves hitting the rocks at night. Ruo Dong pointed his sword at the treetops and said sternly: "I don't know where the master is hiding in the forest!"
Qingqing hugged the tree trunk, hesitating. If he showed up, he would be afraid that he had been hiding for a long time and would lose his master's face. If he didn't show up, Mr. Ruodong would never give up. While hesitating, Ziqin stopped playing,
He stood up with Qin in his arms and shouted loudly: "Qing Qing, come out!"