Qingqing dodged and jumped out from behind the branch, but because his blood injury had not healed, he had to stagger and land behind Ziqin, and said softly: "Master."
Wen Xian also put away his zither and stood up. He smiled at Qingqing and said, "Long time no see."
It’s been a long time since we last saw each other. In ten years, Qingqing has become a graceful girl with tears in her eyes. If she hadn’t met today, she might not have been able to recognize Wen Xian. Qingqing looked over and noticed that Wen Xian
The leader's appearance has not changed much, except for a few twisting wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and cheeks.
Ruo Dong saw the wooden flute hanging on Qingqing's waist and frowned: "I didn't expect that the world would be turned around in the hands of a stupid kid."
When Ziqi heard this, he couldn't help but put the chess piece in his hands, and took a step forward: "My junior sister's relics are kept by her own disciples. Do I need to ask your Miyu Lake for permission?"
Ruo Dong took off the hat on his black robe, and there was a faint cold light in his eyes as cold as iron. Seeing that Ruo Dong was about to step forward again, Wen Xian made a gesture and smiled at Zi Qin: "Everything in the world happens, but nothing happens.
Follow the 'Bone-Engraved Silver Hook' behind you. Brother Yu is lucky today, I wonder if the leader of Linghu can give me a look?"
Ziqin's face looked like cold jade, and the lyre in his arms clanked: "Master Wen's wishes, I'm sorry that I can't obey them."
"Can."
Qingqing nodded quietly behind Ziqin, but the other four people present heard it clearly. Ziqi turned around instantly, Qingqing pursed his lips and smiled: "Master and uncle, aren't they all here?
Here it is.”
The moment he agreed, Qingqing didn't think much about it. He just remembered that when he was a child, he lived on the sea and it was Master Wen who sent him back to the Nameless Valley. Although he agreed at this time, he thought that his master would always be a few steps away from him.
Although she was far away, she didn't pay much attention to it. Wen Xian cast a questioning look at Ziqin, but Ziqin ignored it, turned around and held Qingqing's shoulders, stared at her, and whispered:
"be careful."
Qingqing nodded. He walked forward, rolled up his sleeves, and bowed his hands to the ground. Wen Xian shook his head, pushed back the Yin Yang Sword Ruo Dong handed him, and narrowed his eyes at Qingqing: "I haven't seen you in ten years. I wonder if you can make any progress in your practice?"
Holding the flute in hand, Qingqing listened to the wind blowing under Wen Xian's robe. Fang held the wooden flute upright in front of her, and saw Wen Xian's ten fingers blooming like lotus flowers, pointing towards the tip of the flute.
Different from the undercurrent in the "Daocheng Gale" just now, Wen Xian's moves at this moment were so simple and elegant that they looked like lotuses swaying in the breeze. After a few moves, Qingqing saw that Master Wen was turning over and over again, always pointing at the bloom.
Lotus, the movement came very slowly, and for a moment, a "rock falling from the peak" flashed in his mind, heading straight towards Wen Xian's heart.
Wen Xian laughed loudly: "Okay, it is exactly the same as the legendary 'bone-carving silver hook'!"
Before she finished speaking, the lotus petals closed, and with the power of Qingqing's touch, the tip of the flute fell right on the palm of her chest. Qingqing felt her heart jolt, her blood surged, the old injury recurred, and she was stunned by another mouthful of black blood.
Stunned and vomited on the ground.
Seeing this, Ziqin thought that Wen Xian could only give Qing Qing a blow, so he said slowly: "Thank you very much, Master Wen, for your advice. Please also ask Master..." Halfway through the sentence, Ziqi hadn't calmed down yet.
Ziqin rushed over and was behind Qing Qing in an instant.
Although Wen Xian's tricks were all adapted from Zheng music, Qingqing had never heard of this song "Water Lotus". The same fingering technique seemed completely different when viewed from the tree and then when competing in front of him.
Qingqing knew in his heart that he had acted too hastily and had failed at the "Water Lotus" zheng technique. He lowered his head and vomited blood, so he thought about taking the wooden flute back now before making any plans.
This twitch did not even occur. Looking up, Wen Xian's five fingers on his right hand were tightly sucking on the other end of the wooden flute, and he smiled coldly at Qing Qing.
Qingqing opened her eyes wide, and her heartbeat skipped a beat. Before she could recover, Ziqin had already arrived behind her. Ziqin picked it up with his bare hands, only to hear a dull blow, but Ruo Dong stretched out his arm and struck him.
After holding on to this moment, Ziqin turned around, her hands flowing like water, and still fell in the direction of Wenxian. Ruodong wanted to reach out to block the attack, but suddenly his left hand hurt. It turned out that he was hit in the air by Ziqi's flying piece.
With.
With a "swish" sound, Ruodong's long sword was unsheathed and immediately blocked between Qingqing and Ziqin.
The harder Qingqing struggled, the tighter Wen Xian's grasp became. In desperation, he didn't care about the random beating, and simply wrapped Wen Xian's arm around him, and walked around to the inside of the wooden flute. Ruo Dongjianzi
Qin and Wen Xian were close at hand, and just as they were about to block the fight again, another piece flew in the air. This time, although they saw the direction of the move, they had to move back to avoid it.
Seeing the murderous look in Zi Qi's eyes and approaching him step by step, Ruo Dong's silvery black shadow in his hand immediately thrust the long sword into Zi Qin's palm.
Ziqin could already hear the slanting thrust of the Yin-Yang Sword behind her, and she didn't want to avoid it. She put her finger on the tip of the sword with her backhand and drew it down in a circle. A complete stream of water rolled in one breath, and she drove the long sword away from Qingqing.
Before Zi Qin could use all his moves, Wen Xian held the white jade flute in one hand and gathered strength in the palm of his other hand, then struck at Zi Qin. Without any hesitation, Zi Qin also hit him with the same palm.
The long "mountain water" intertwined with the fierce "Daocheng gale", thunder flashed in the distance on the coast, dark waves roared, and the waves tore at the rocks on the shore and the sky in the distance.
The two palms intertwined, and the warmth of the string was taken care of by the "Water Lotus" that was clenching the wooden flute. I only felt that dense killing power was continuously coming from Ziqin's palms. Ziqin's jade face was as cold as ice, and there was no trace of it in his hands.
Qingqing gradually felt that the strength surrounding her had lost some strength, so she slightly turned the head of the flute, raised her hands suddenly, and let the other tip of the flute hit Wen Xian's wrist hard.
Seeing the right moment, Ziqin suddenly withdrew his strength from his palm and pulled Qingqing out of Wen Xian's arms with a strong pull from his other hand.
Although the people of Qing Dynasty withdrew, they still held one end of the wooden flute with both hands and did not let go. Almost at the same time, Ziqin pointed at the body of the flute and hit it, while Wenxian Lotus formed a palm and hit Ziqin's wrist. Ziqin took the lead.
Taking one step to reach the wooden flute, with a slight hook, the two of them suddenly let go. The white jade flute sang its tune melodiously and flew up into the sky.
Zi Hua ran down the mountain panting, while Qixue was left far behind. She never expected that the people from Miyu Lake would arrive so quickly.
Arriving at the Medicine Plant Hall in Qichuan, Zi Hua broke into the door and found that the furnishings inside were messy. Various medical jars that smelled of vegetation were broken on the floor. After calling a few times, there was no one there. There were no big beads of sweat.
The grains were sprinkled on the pink skirt, Zi Hua secretly complained, took another deep breath, turned around and ran towards Zhijin Hall.
Qichuan stood under the moonlight for almost half an hour. There were several embroidery needles shining with silver light beside her, jumping back and forth in Qilang's hand: "Senior sister, what do you think is good about a wooden stick?"
"It's nothing good, otherwise it wouldn't attract so many people to grab it."
Qilang sighed: "I don't know where love comes from. No woman in the world has love like Master Zishu."
"Don't be distracted." Qichuan clenched the small box in his hand, looked back and smiled, "We have arrived at the Yaozhi Hall over there. Do your best tonight, so you don't have to scare the master and uncles into sleep."
"Yes." Qilang put away her thoughts and hugged back all the silver needles.
Ziqin held Qingqing back with one hand, and faced the strong wind in Wenxian's palm with one hand.
Just after the competition, Ziqin had already discovered Qingqing hiding in the shadow of the tree, and was worried that she was weak, so he tried his best to control the sound of the piano to fall within the range where there was still room. However, Wenxian felt that it was difficult, and fortunately Ruo Dong
The situation was solved in time.
At this moment, the two of them struggled so much that their hands were powerless, and they allowed the white jade flute to fly across the white shadows in the air.
The tip of Ruo Dong's sword pointed upward, and as soon as he jumped into the air, he was hit back by a row of chess pieces "flying black herons". The sword turned back, and Ruo Dong still jumped up, calculating the path of the chess pieces, and flew the second round.
All the black egrets dodged away.
Seeing that his fingertips were about to reach the white jade flute, who knew that there was a chess piece hidden behind the chess piece. The two chess pieces turned inexplicably in the air, and when he hit the wooden flute between the left and right, the wooden flute turned around in mid-air and flew towards the Qing Dynasty.
In Qing's hand, Ziqin was busy fighting with Wen Xian. When he saw the wooden flute flying towards him, Qingqing ran out of Ziqin's arms.
Wen Xian's lotus finger went straight to the back of Qing Qing's head. Zi Qin's middle finger moved back, and after a few steps he caught up and played it on Wen Xian's wrist with all his strength.
Qing Qing saw the tip of the sword in Ruo Dong's hand piercing Xiao's body, and did not avoid it at all. He faced the black shadow and white light of the Yin Yang Sword. He grabbed the Yin Yang Sword's body with his left hand and pulled the tip of the sword aside with all his strength. Ruo Dong tried to return the sword again.
, but the sword head was held tightly by Qingqing, and with a loop, Qingqing folded the "Hundred Crossbow Hair" with his right hand, and the wooden flute flew back to Ziqi again.
I saw a row of black egrets approaching from Ziqi. Ruo Dong had no time to knock them off, so he had to jump back. At the same time, the Yin Yang Sword took action, and was about to collide with Mu Xiao. Who knew that Ziqi's formation looked like a row of rows?
It was even, but in fact it left a gap that was not too big or too small. The wooden flute flashed through and slipped out of the gap seamlessly.
The Yin Yang Sword followed closely behind, but was besieged by more than a dozen chess pieces, and fell to the ground with a feeble clang.
"Muhu Nozo!"
Qingqing was fascinated by it.
In the past few days of the Lantern Festival, Qingqing saw Qixue demonstrating various complex chess formations. Every time he thought it was "Wood Fox Wild Hidden", there were always loopholes. During the martial arts competition, he once thought that the chess skills were good.
The essence of the game lies in the interlocking of the two. I don’t expect to see it now. The two best chess moves in Ziqi’s life are both arranged in the simplest line. There are many changes and adaptability to the situation, but they are not restrained and endless.
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Seeing the wooden flute fall into Zi Qi's hands, he suddenly heard a shout from behind him: "Get out of the way!" When he turned around, he saw Zi Qin and Wen Xian running over.
Ruo Dong stepped forward, raised the Yin Yang Sword on the ground with flying feet, crossed the sword in his right hand, and thrust the sword towards Qing Qing's head. Qing Qing was about to get away, but found that his left arm was sore and numb, and black blood gurgled from the crack in the palm of his hand.
The left half of his body could not move at all. The moment the sword tip was about to hit Qingqing's forehead, Ziqin stepped forward, opened his right arm, and hugged Qingqing back with a burst of "geese falling on the sand."
"I will help my master eliminate all future troubles!"
As soon as Wen Xian's hand loosened, Ruo Dong immediately broke free, asked "Lexing's arrangement", and pointed towards Qing Qing.
Zi Qin saw that Ruo Dong's attacks were all killer moves, and it was difficult to avoid them and block them. He was afraid that one mistake would hurt Qing Qing again. Zi Qi couldn't break Wen Xian's defense for a while, but there was no way out on the cliff. See
When the situation was in crisis, Ziqin suddenly thought of a dangerous plan, hugged Qingqing's shoulders tightly, and whispered: "Hold your breath!" Jumping back, the master and apprentice fell straight into the sea.
"Li Rongshan disciples Linghu Qichuan and Linghu Qilang are waiting for Mrs. Suiqiong Linjiang to arrive."
Qichuan and Qilang stood at the door of the hall with smiles on their faces. Before anyone came down the steps, a strong fragrance of flowers filled the air. The two people walking on the steps heard the sound and stopped under the moonlight.
Steps. Looking up, you can only see a few strands of black hair flying in the breeze. After a while, one of the women stood in front of the hall and laughed loudly:
"Two little kids! Go and report that Broken Qionglin and Jiang Suyi are here!"
Qichuan didn't answer. He just opened the lid of the small box in his hand and drew a few lines in the air. Jiang Suyi felt a strange smell enter his mind. He smelled it carefully, but couldn't smell it clearly. The wind blew from the back of the hall.
Su Yi and Su Yi were downwind, and in an instant they were completely surrounded by Qichuan's poisonous ointment.
Su Yi suddenly came back to her senses, her face suddenly changed, and sweat poured down her forehead. Then she pulled out the white hair from her waist with a "swish" sound, and shouted: "Li Rongshan is so rude to guests, don't blame me and my subordinates."
No mercy!"
Qilang stood behind Qichuan and watched for a long time while Qichuan was dispensing the medicine. He saw the woman surrounded by the poison with a fierce look, standing in front of Qichuan who stood quietly, holding a white hairpin and hysterical. Behind her
The standing man is slightly younger, dressed in white and standing elegantly. He neither attacks nor dodges. His hands are behind his back, and he can't see any techniques.
Curiosity aroused, Qilang's bright eyes turned slightly, and while Su Yi rushed towards Qichuan, she passed by and ran towards the man in white.
Qilang struck out with his right fist, hitting the man's shoulder. The man still stood on the spot, with one hand forming a palm, catching Qilang's punch. The two held each other and made a bend, and Qilang took advantage of the man's advantage.
Apply force sideways, with both fists pointing straight forward. However, it does not strike directly between the eyebrows, but swings on both sides until the double fists are cast. The man saw Qilang's attack very quickly, although he did not know that this was rare in weaving skills.
However, he was secretly amazed at the "Rongxiu Fist". Seeing that he could not avoid it, he finally took a step back and clamped Qilang's white Shengxue's fist in his heart: "How can such delicate fingers like this girl come out?"
How can punching be so rough?"
Qilang was shocked and angry. He didn't expect his vicious move to be stopped midway, so he had to focus his left fist to hit it, trying to pull his right fist back. When his fingertips came close to the man's chest, he suddenly realized that the man was
His palms did not directly hold down his fists, but were each an inch away from his hands.
Looking at it casually, it looked like a demon was doing it, hovering his right fist in mid-air.
After realizing this, a burst of panic surged into Qilang's heart, and she hurriedly tried to pull back her right fist trapped in the air. As she was trying to pull back, her left fist seemed to have hit some hard iron net, and it hurt.
My fingers felt pain. When I looked back, there was blood dripping from my eyes.
Seeing that Qilang was unprepared, the man suddenly withdrew his strength from his palms. Qilang stumbled and fell backwards. Before she could scream, the man held Qilang firmly in his arms and smiled:
"Broken Qiong Lin Nan Jianing, I have met Young Hero Linghu."
Nan Jianing saw that Qilang was coming quickly and wanted to give her a blow. But for some reason, his heartbeat accelerated and he hurried forward to catch Qilang in mid-air. Seeing Qilang's cheeks flushed and struggling to get away,
He even laughed stupidly and said something, he didn't know what he said. He just looked at the crooked almond eyes an inch away from him and thought to himself:
"The descendants of Linghu with jade bones and snow-skinned skin really look like people walking out of paintings..."
Qilang hurriedly jumped back, turned around, and the two people's black hair brushed past. Qilang arched his eyebrows, smiled softly, and greeted him with another embroidered fist: "Li Rongshan Linghu Qilang
, Dare you ask Nan Shaoxia for advice?"
Nan Jianing twirled his fingers in front of his heart and tied Qilang's fast fist in mid-air: "You have random skills, please tell me, young hero."
Qilang stretched out his fist and freed his thin fingers from the strange obstruction, frowning slightly: "I wonder what kind of technique Nan Shaoxia attacks?"
"Ah!" It turned out to be like this, Jianing suddenly realized, "Look."
The two of them each retracted their palms and turned around. Qilang followed the path of the first punch and slowly pushed out his arm. When he reached midair, he felt a thin force wrapping around his wrist. Not far away, Nan Jianing
He spread his five fingers outward, staring at himself stupidly and laughing out loud.
Qilang understood, put away her bright eyes, raised her hand, and slashed towards the front of her arm. Unexpectedly, before her palm touched the hidden line, Jianing yanked hard, and she followed involuntarily. She saw Jianing's other hand.
A hand moved lightly on the invisible silk thread: "The hidden thread is sharp, don't hurt Young Master Linghu's hand."
Seeing Jianing standing gracefully in the wind, Qilang's eyes shone brightly, and she secretly gritted her teeth. Taking advantage of the hidden thread to detach from her wrist, she calculated exactly where the thread would fall, and with a flash of silver light, she suddenly pulled Jianing away.
Pulled up.
All the way forward, Qilang used the eye of a silver needle to pass through the hidden line. It was not until the sea tide and wind blew that she saw that there was no road ahead. She turned around and saw Jianing bending over and breathing heavily, with her fingers on
It was so tight that it was bleeding. Just now, my ears had been ringing with the sound of senior sister and Jiang Suyi slashing the air with their fragrant swords. At this moment, it suddenly became quiet, and I felt that the sound of the waves was rising and falling, and it was very ethereal.
Jianing carefully removed the hidden thread wrapped around his finger and whispered: "The heroine is good at acupuncture..."
"Let me ask you!" Qi Lang rushed forward and put a needle in Nan Jianing's throat, "What is the relationship between Jiang Suyi, the one who broke Qionglin, and Nan Jiayou, the one who killed my junior sister?"
Jianing's eyes suddenly opened wide: "She is our mother."
Qilang's touch was not very tight. When his head moved, Jianing felt something cold on his neck. Qilang raised his head and let go of his hand. Jianing gritted his teeth and was about to raise his hand to fly out of the hidden line, but saw blazing flames.
Qilang's eyes were burning, and she couldn't help but stop her hand again.
"Walk!"
"Eh?" Jia Ning was stunned on the spot. Qi Lang took back the silver needle, let the hidden thread fall to the ground, and walked towards the cliff alone. Nan Jia Ning came back to his senses and broke into a cold sweat. He turned around and wanted to leave, but his feet were
I can't lift a single step.
He simply turned around, almost slipped in a circle, and rushed back to Qilang in one breath, with blazing fire in his eyes: "Qilang."
"Shut up!" Qilang raised his hand and moved away, but his arm was tightly entangled in the hidden thread in Jianing's hand.
Nan Jianing grabbed Qilang's wrist, spread his palm, and held the other end of the hidden thread in Qilang's hand. "Qilang, if you have free time another day, please embroider my thread too." After that,
He took a few steps back and saluted: "Linghu Lady, see you later."
Qilang stood there without moving. The flames in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his dark eyes trembled. Jianing raised his head and reluctantly looked into Qilang's eyes, while Qilang was staring into the distance alone.
Jianing sighed silently in his heart and turned around, almost so shocked that he could hardly stand.
Including Wen Xian, the master of Miyu West Lake, there were five people standing on the cliff a hundred steps away. The two figures flashed across the cliff and stirred up a small wave in the water.