Volume Three, Yinjiang, Chapter Fifty-one, The Light of the River
"The trees are covered with frost, and the geese are resting on the sand. The wind and moon are gone, and the travelers from the north feel sorry for themselves. Who knows the leisure in the music?"
At night, the desert is endless, and between the sky and the earth, only one person is left in Jimo Xing, playing the flute, and the sound of wild geese echoing endlessly. The sand and dust in the desert block the way in and out, and Jimo Xing never dares to step into the quicksand everywhere in the hazy mist.
So he stayed in the temple and practiced today's Northern Desert flute song over and over again.
The young man closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembled, he couldn't understand a melody, and blood bubbles gradually appeared on his lips.
Qingqing casually touched his waist, and the white jade flute was indeed missing. He thought that he wanted to throw the flute away in Nanlin that night, but now within a few days, he was about to become sick with worry, and he really felt that he was funny and pitiful.
The whining sound of the flute made Qingqing feel sad.
Jimo Xing's horizontal flute was played non-stop for a moment, and the blood surged up when he was playing it, making his face purple and blue. But the phrase "who knows the leisure time in the music" could not be played several times in succession. I stood aside quietly.
Master Chexin, who had listened for a long time, slowly spoke:
"There is a leisurely meaning in the music, and it needs to be played by idle people with a leisurely mind. If you want to practice this sentence, you don't have to be in a hurry, you might as well relax a little, and you can do it naturally without intending to do it."
After listening, the Jimo boy put down his bone flute, took a long breath, and walked to Qingqing:
"Linghu Nuxia, would you like to give me some advice?"
Qing Qing shook his head: "You and I are about the same age and have similar skills. I'm not an expert in skills, so how can I give you advice?"
Seeing Qing Qing's serious expression, Jimo Xing couldn't help but smile: "What do you think of the heroine? Why don't you and I have a chat?"
After talking about what he felt after hearing it, Qingqing tilted his head and recalled this desert tune carefully. Jimo Xing was a few years younger than himself and was not yet proficient in his skills, so he was playing intermittently clearly. Even so, he could not stop the music.
I felt a sense of desolation.
"Beijing guests feel sorry for themselves, who knows the leisure time in music?"
Compared with "Shajiang Yin", which has been passed down for generations in the Northern Desert, this ditty is undoubtedly much simpler and the mood is much more monotonous. Even if it is desolate, it is nothing more than the mood of a teenager:
The sun is setting, the dead trees are dusk, the mist is drinking, and the horses are walking on the quicksand.
Thinking of this, Qing Qing came back to his senses and asked: "Young Master Jimo, what is the name of this flute song?"
"I just casually said it was temporarily called "Jianghe", and the heroine laughed."
"Jiang River" - The sun and moon are slightly crimson, and the stars are forming a river.
Qingqing recited the name silently in his mind several times. While they were talking, Chexin suddenly said from the side: "Xing'er, did you remember to practice some old songs recently?" Jimo Xing bowed and whispered in shame: "
The disciple has never been able to master the song "Jianghe", so he only has a rough memory of other songs."
Master Chexin shook his head slightly, took out the piccolo from the monk's robe, and raised his eyes calmly. Jimo Xing immediately understood and raised the bone flute in his hand - the two flute sounds followed each other, merged and circled, and flew into the sky again.
Qing Qing was bored aside, but today he had listened to all kinds of flute music from morning to night. When he listened to it again, his upper and lower eyelids couldn't stop chattering. He was feeling groggy, and his head tilted to one side involuntarily, thinking silently in his heart.
:
Jianghe, Jianghe...
A stream of light flashed past, and the stars in the sky instantly turned into a long silver ribbon, rolling on the earth, and rivers flowed. Linghu Qingqing was unable to dodge, and was swept in by the sparkling waves: "Master, Master, cough
Ahem...save me!"
Qingqing woke up suddenly.
I don’t know how long I slept. The dust outside the temple stopped a little, and only the faint sound of wind was left. Jimo Xing stood beside Che Xin, both of them closed their eyes, except for the slight trembling of their fingertips. Two flute tunes
When the music was playing, the boy from Jimo was playing the song "Jianghe" forgetfully.
But the music played by Che Xin has an indescribable familiarity.
Qingqing tried his best to hear it clearly, but unfortunately the soothing melody floated faintly under the bone flute and was always vague and indistinguishable. On the contrary, his heart suddenly became calmer. He remembered that he was studying piano at Lirong Mountain, and his master said softly:
"The music of the Northern Desert has always been quiet and healing with the sound of the piano."
The sound of the piano is dark and refreshing, quietly healing... Perhaps this is what Che Xin said when he was guiding the Jimo boy just now, "Idle people's leisure time". In this case, you might as well soothe your emotions and read "Jianghe" in your heart
As a secondary tune, the melody of the piccolo appears on its own.
Qingqing closed her eyes, and a low chant came into her mind:
"The lonely night sky is deserted, and the north wind blows the tomb into the setting sun..."
Sure enough, it was still "Shajiang Yin"! Qingqing jumped up from the ground, hugged his head tightly, and roared like a beast in his throat. The blood scabs on both sides of his cheeks that had just dried up were now torn open again.
.The body still felt the familiar bursting feeling. Qingqing could not stop trembling and fell to the ground.
"Ugh!" On the one hand, he struggled to break away, and on the other hand, he played the quiet song to soothe his mind. Qingqing could no longer tell whether he was crying or screaming. He only felt that his limbs were twisted into a big insect. Even if he wanted to wake up, he could only watch the endless thoughts in his mind.
abyss.
Qingqing gritted his teeth, trying to stop his torn hands and twisted limbs.
After rolling for a long time, the wounds on his back could no longer be sustained, and the wounds were cut again and bleeding. It wasn't until his elbow hit the pillar with a "bang" that Qingqing was finally forced to stop struggling and take a breath.
"Disciple, I have violated the sect's rules and made a big mistake... I dare not do anything to rebel against my sect again. Even if my body is broken into pieces, I have to leave this ruined temple today!" Qingqing had made up his mind and did not know.
Where did he find the strength to hold on to the pillar and stand up, "Master, if this disciple can return to the mountain, I swear not to leave the mountain gate!"
With a loud roar, he lowered his head and hit the pillars of the temple.
From the corner of his heart, he saw Qingqing running with all his strength. He was so frightened that he stopped the music and wanted to get up to save her, but there was no time.
There was only a muffled "pop" sound, and Qingqing's forehead hit the strong temple pillar and was bounced to the ground hard. Looking at her expression again, the corners of her eyes were already crooked, and a large amount of bruises suddenly oozed from her forehead. Only the incoming
Angry, no sound came out.
Jimo Xing also stopped playing the flute and turned around. She was so frightened that Qingqing's blood-stained face was speechless. Just as she was about to step forward to help her up, Qingqing suddenly jumped up like a ghost and pushed her away.
He opened the temple gate and ran out into the vast desert without looking back.
Master Chexin sighed, he didn't expect the girl from the Linghu family to be so stubborn. Just as he was about to close the door and turn around, he saw another figure flash past the door -
The young man did not hesitate, facing the strong wind and rushing into the layers of mist.
The sun was shining brightly at noon. Even though it was late autumn, it made the whole mountain feel warm. All the disciples couldn't help but go to rest. Only the steep cliffs were burned. Ling Hugui picked up a blade of grass and hugged it with both hands.
Holding his neck, he leaned against the crooked old banyan tree and squinted his eyes comfortably.
Nan Jianing was about to leave the cave when he saw the leader approaching in a green robe from a distance. He bowed and returned to the cave.
The thin note was crumpled into a crumpled ball, and Linghu Ziqin felt an ominous premonition well up in her heart. When she unfolded it, she saw that Ziqi's crooked handwriting was covered in black marks everywhere.
He must have been anxious because the ink was all over his hands.
There were several ink spots on the paper, and there were only eight words scrawled on it:
"There is chaos in Hulin and Qingqing is missing."
Ziqin walked up to Linghu Gui, bowed lightly, and whispered: "Disciple is disturbing the master's rest." Grandpa Gui still remained in that careless posture, and opened his eyes slightly in the direction of Ziqin.
Seam: "What did Ziqi say?"
"The children from Xihu and Nanlin are unwilling to give up. Moreover, Qingqing ran down the mountain by himself a few days ago and now there is no news."
"Tch." Linghu Ghost spat out the grass blades from his mouth a few steps away, "You're a good Linghu chess player, but that's all he can do?"
Ziqin calmly raised his eyes and said, "This is my disciple's negligence."
Grandpa Ghost suddenly straightened up, "fluttering" like a big fish, leaning against the tree trunk and changing his posture: "Have you made up your mind?"
"Yes. The sunshine is very good today, and I'm afraid there will be dust in Yi Ya Mo."
"The rules of the Rongshan Sect Leader..." Grandpa Ghost squinted his eyes, "You don't need me to remind you again, do you?"
"Uncle." Ziqin's voice was still as warm as Qingming's, and he said slowly, "If the hatred between the four weapons is no longer understood, but the disciple is sitting idle on the top of the Banyan Mountain, he has shouldered the responsibility of the leader; if Qingqing is alone and does not know
Wherever he goes, but the disciples ignore him in the mountains, he is underestimating the teacher's wishes."
When Ling Hugui heard this, he knew that he couldn't say anything more, so he nodded silently: "Qingqing, I'm afraid you won't be happy." After hearing this, Ziqin lowered his eyes and smiled: "This disciple is looking for Qingqing this time.
Come back and never be separated from her again."
Qingqing had only taken a few steps out of the temple gate when he felt that his energy was exhausted and his steps were shaky. He almost fell into the man-eating quicksand several times. He saw the long yellow sand and saw it in the distance, and finally his body swayed.
It looked like he was going to fall in instantly.
She panicked, and before she could scream, she felt a warm force grabbing her wrist. Qingqing looked sideways, and saw a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing next to her.
Jimo Xing pulled Qingqing up, grabbed her hand before she fell into the quicksand, and carried her on his back.
In a daze, Qingqing realized that it was the boy from Jimo who was carrying him and running wildly in the endless desert. He remembered that when they first met, this boy was not as thin as a practitioner, but he was able to walk on the sand.
Even if he is carrying someone on his back, there is no effort at all. I don’t know how to practice such lightness.
The wind in front was gradually decreasing, and several sand tents with round bodies and pointed heads were in sight. As soon as Jimo Xing rushed to the door, a group of big men with bare arms clasped their fists together and said:
"Third Prince!"
Jimo Xing ignored him and ran towards one of the tents with Qingqing on his back. He placed Qingqing in a fire, and the young man immediately shouted behind him: "Wizard! Call the wizard!" Qingqing only felt himself.
Feeling suffocated by the scorching fire, he stood up, raised his head and said, "No matter how many times you save me or harm me, Qing Qing will never let this person live in the Northern Desert!"
Slightly startled, Jimo Xing opened his eyes wide: "What are we going to do to the heroine?"
The two were looking at each other when there was a sudden "clatter" sound outside the door. The wizard, wearing a high hat with brown and purple mottled stripes on his head, a black mask covering his face, and colorful spots all over his body, came closer. When he saw Qingqing's appearance, he shook his head.
road:
"Third Prince, this girl is too poisoned. I'm afraid there is nothing we can do to save her."