Volume Three Yin Jiang Chapter Sixty Difficult to Get Plum Blossoms
One step, two steps... The third step was gentle and steady, kicking the snow with her toes, letting the white mist streak in the air along the hem of her green clothes. Qingqing jumped sideways, but her upper body was stuck, with the white jade flute blocking her a few steps away.
Qixue was leaning forward and using her double-whip cloud hands, she pushed forward overwhelmingly, causing a sound of shock to echo across the ground.
When she turned around, she saw that Qingqing was really guarding her back. The imaginary enemy coming in front of her probably had no way out. She wrapped the soft whip back around her waist, Qixue shook her long braid and smiled.
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Qingqing also retracted his moves and looked to the other side of the formation. He saw Qichuan and Qilang standing side by side. Qichuan put his right arm on Qilang's shoulder. With a fierce exertion, his body leaped into the air and spread out his two arms.
Fingers, a burst of rich fragrance slid along the veins in her palms to the ground. Nan Jianing stood not far in front of the two girls. Seeing the invisible fragrance wafting, he stretched his five fingers in the air——
The hidden thread made a slight "ding" sound, missing the path of the fragrance, twisting and turning, and quietly wrapped around Qilang's place. It was like a little snake spitting out its core silently, Qingqing could only hear the sound to identify the way.
, couldn't help but shake his head in his heart. The position occupied by the two senior sisters had already broken the notation of "Three Plum Blossom Lanes". The hidden line was approaching, how could there be a way to make amends?
Whether it was an illusion or something else, a slight sigh came from the plum forest not far away.
Ignoring the panic in the formation, Qilang realized that the hidden line was in front of her, and turned around to avoid it, but remembered that Sister Qichuan was still holding half of her body hanging in the air. She gritted her teeth, and two silver needles flew out of her sleeves with the wind.
I saw that one of the pair of needles hit the hidden thread's path by mistake and was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Jianing turned half of the way, reached out and used the end of the hidden thread to wrap the other needle, raised his head, and laughed silly at Qilang
A smile.
Qilang suddenly tightened his wrists. It turned out that he had fallen into the trap of "spurring the tiger away from the mountain". As soon as the flying needle came out, his arms and wrists were immediately exposed to the entanglement of hidden threads. The left half of his body became unstable, and he heard a low "Ah" in the air.
As soon as he screamed, Qichuan finally lost his strength. He couldn't hold himself up and fell into the cold snow.
When several people saw this, they all ran over.
Qichuan waved his hand, supported himself with one arm and stood up, supported his knees and sighed. Several Linghu sisters looked at the empty "Plum Blossom Array" and sighed in their hearts:
Hengshen is no longer here, and Qichuan has lost half of his arm. I am afraid that the plum blossom formation will not be able to stand.
While everyone was busy, Jimo Xing was the only one holding Qing Qing's robe, leaning on the plum branch, watching coldly. At this moment, he suddenly approached and chuckled lightly from outside the crowd:
"If you can even understand the notation of the 'Three Lanes', how can you form a 'Plum Blossom Formation'?"
When Qingqing heard this, he immediately turned around. Sure enough, Xingxing, who was watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, was standing not far away, with a sarcastic arc on his lips. Seeing that Qichuan was already displeased, even Mr. Nan on the side
They all looked embarrassed. They raised their eyebrows and glared hard at Jimo Xing.
When she came to him alone, Qingqing took her robe, turned around and left without saying a word.
He heard the young man chasing after him a few steps behind: "Qingqing, why are you angry with me..." Qingqing stopped, turned around and stared at his features, her eyes almost bursting with fire. "I'm angry again.
That's right." Jimo Xing stopped and took a breath, "The 'Three Plum Blossoms' have different pitches and different playing methods. If you want to use this music score as a formation, where can you find a flaw?"
Flaw? Remembering that Jimo Xing has never left the realm of Yi Ya before, he even wonders how Ba Yin will end up. Hearing what he said, his heart became even more panicked, and he couldn't help shouting: "What do you know?!" and turned around.
Then he walked forward on his own.
"Wait..." Jimo Xing stretched out his arm and grabbed Qingqing's wrist with a vigorous leap, "I shouldn't make your senior sister angry."
Qingqing stopped but didn't turn around.
Then I heard Xingxing continue: ""Three Plum Blossoms" is an ancient song, I have heard it before."
"Seriously." Xingxing nodded vigorously, followed Qichuan's example, put his right arm on Qingqing's left shoulder, and held a ball of snow in his hand. He only heard him whisper: "Ha!" The snow mist was like fragrance.
, firmly locked in front of the hidden line.
Qing Qing did not dare to delay, and then threw out two chess pieces to act as silver needles. Although most of the silver needles were much lighter than the chess pieces, at this moment, the black and white chess pieces avoided the hidden thread in their hearts and walked in the wind, only listening to "
With a "pop" sound, they all hit an old prune tree.
The plum tree shook off the white snow that had covered its head, and stood up again.
After tentatively looking at Qingqing's expression, Jimo Xing smiled proudly: "How?" Qingqing still frowned and didn't answer. After standing in silence for a long time, Qingqing suddenly turned around and took a step closer to Jimo Xing: "Uncle Master, you said
It looks so much like Senior Brother Hengshen, and now it seems...it really is the case!" After saying that, there was a lump in his throat.
Before she could cry out, she covered her eyes with her sleeves and staggered away.
Xingxing couldn't catch up, so he had to stand there and was in a daze for a long time. "Tomorrow is their night screen's 'Mei Test'." Thinking of this, Jimo Xing grasped the short knife at his waist, turned around alone, and faced the other side.
One direction out of Merlin.
On the branches in the moonlight, the light of the sword flickered. I could only hear a rustling sound in the old trees, startling the winter birds from sleeping at night. Jimo Xing said "Hold!" and saw the cold light of the blade shadow passing by, and the plum branches high up were silent and soft.
Shake it, but with a "swish" sound, a bunch of broken flowers instantly fall off.
Looking up again, I saw that the snow on the tree trunk had not moved at all, only the red petals were scattered and flying in the sky.
The boy from Jimo threw down his knife, and the North Desert iron blade buzzed on the ground, and the ground suddenly flew up in red, but then slowly fell everywhere. In the distance, there was a faint sound of footsteps stepping into the winter mud: tick tock.
, tick...
The person who came was probably one of the best in the world. When Jimo Xing raised his ears, it seemed as if all the sounds in the mountains were filled with the sound of bone flutes. If he hadn't deliberately not wanted to hide his steps, he would have been afraid that the person who came was walking a few feet behind him.
Not even aware of it.
But since he had announced his name in an unusual voice during this midnight visit, Jimo Xing did not dare to lose his etiquette, so he turned around and said softly:
"Junior has seen Linghu Chess Master."
"Today I am a visitor in the middle of the night." Linghu Ziqi raised his hand and said, "It's rude to count chess."
Jimo Xing straightened up: "The chess player is the master of Yeping Mountain, how can he be considered a 'midnight visitor'?"
Hearing this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Ziqi's mouth. Looking sideways, he saw that the ground was covered in residual red. The cold wind in the middle of the night was falling, but unfortunately it turned into mud and had nowhere to go. Ziqi turned around
Asked: "Has anyone ever said that you look exactly like the same person?"
"Qing Qing said it." The Jimo boy nodded, "But that was said by the chess player himself."
Ziqi shook his head helplessly. Hearing him mention the word "Qingqing", his eyes suddenly dropped: "Qingqing, I really like staying with you these days."
"No." Somehow, a hint of bitterness crossed Xingxing's face. Leng Buding let out a long sigh of relief, and Jimo Xing whispered: "She is just worried that if I am not by her side, she will do something she doesn't want to see.
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"What?"
"nothing."
"You know she doesn't want to see it, so don't do it." Zi Qi stepped forward and patted Jimo Xing's shoulder, "Tomorrow, Mei will be tested, go to bed early." Before the boy could react, the tall man in green robe had already disappeared from behind.
Disappeared into the darkness of the woods.
Focusing his attention on the scimitar next to him again, the boy picked it up, gently rolled up his sleeves and wiped it a few times. Not wanting the blade to be sharp, he immediately tore a gash in the sleeve. He lay leaning against the old trunk of a plum branch in the snow.
He put the scimitar back to his waist and gently closed his eyes. A familiar voice came from his ears intermittently:
"Xingxing... we will go back when the 'Mei Pilot' is over." Hearing Qingqing's voice, Jimo Xing suddenly opened his eyes: "We?"
"Yes." Qingqing turned over in the cool snow and raised his head, "If you don't want to go back to Lirong Mountain with me, my master and I will send you back to the Northern Desert before leaving."
"Is that so..." Xingxing lowered his head and bit his lips, "Qing Qing."
"Um?"
"You really don't want to follow me back to Yiyamomo?"
Seemingly confused by this question, Qingqing blinked.
"When we return to Yiyamo, how about you and I galloping together on horseback to the end of the world?"
With a "Puch" sound, Qingqing patted the snow on her body and came to him with a smile: "I was born on Dongshan Mountain. If Master never comes out of the mountain again, I will stay on the mountain forever and never come down."
Hearing what she said, Jimo Xing lowered his eyes and gently took away the hand on his shoulder. Qingqing noticed that he was disappointed and suddenly asked: "Xingxing... you have actually heard all the songs that Master taught me to play these days."
Are you done?" Jimo Xing remained motionless and did not speak. "Have you also memorized the 'Wulu Chess Score' that the chess master laid out?"
I saw Qingqing's green-clothed figure twisting among the white snowy plum trees. The young man clenched his fists, as if his fingernails were pinching the palms of his hands to make them bleed. With a sudden pain, the young man finally woke up. He didn't know when he had slept in the snow.
Unconscious.
A fallen plum blossom fell, and the stars raised their hands to catch it.
There is a unique charm in the fragrance, and it is so clear that it does not know the cold. Jimo Xing held the plum blossoms lightly on his chest, recalling the plum blossom formation of the Linghu sisters in his mind. The wind is colorless, and it is more fragrant than the snow. The plum blossom formation will be
The abilities of several disciples were truly demonstrated.
Thinking of this, Jimo Xing stood up with his eyes closed, holding a short sword across the ground, and walked through the positions of several people in turn according to the memory in his mind——
Linghu Qichuan is the oldest and often stands at the center of the formation;
Linghu Qilang is good at using silver needles, usually hiding in inconspicuous places and meeting enemies in secret ways;
Linghu Qixue's soft whip is sharp and moves flexibly in the formation. In addition, the chess pieces in her sleeves are skillful in shooting, so no matter where they are, the enemy is always in a position that can be reached by the whip. Then there is Linghu Qingqing's white jade
Xiao.
Xingxing held the handle of the knife with his backhand and tried to find the traces of Qingqing's flute. However, no matter how he tried, he felt in his heart that what Qingqing used was not the ordinary technique on Lirong Mountain.
There is also one of the most important offensive positions that is vacant - it seems that no one, including Qing Qing, wants to mention it. Jimo Xing tilted his head and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out: How can he win against a powerful enemy with such a weak point?
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My father once said that although there are four instruments of Bayin in today's world, the only one who can truly be called the solitary seeker in the music law is the leader of Linghu, the independent Rongshan. It is no wonder that the leader of Linghu has been in seclusion for half his life.
As soon as they got off the mountain, two masters died one after another.
If this leader really went all the way from the Northern Desert, I wonder if my father would have fought with him?