With his heart tightening, Jimo Xing suddenly let go of the short knife that was slashing in the air, whirled far away, and plunged into the branches of an old plum tree. The young man sighed, stepped forward, pulled out the short knife, and cracked it on the trunk of the tree.
A few words were engraved on the opening:
"The clouds are falling and the fog is rising, and the dead are returning to the sand."
After writing the last stroke of the word "sha", Jimo Xing took a few steps back and looked at the two crooked lines of handwriting. He suddenly felt that the moment of dawn was already close before his eyes. Writing this at this time, he felt bitter in his heart, so he bent down and held it.
A large ball of snow fell on it. Only scattered snow fell in all directions, and the four words "Death returns to sand" were still embedded in the trunk of the tree one stroke at a time.
The golden horse neighed, and the horizon was far away. The red clouds tore through the clouds, and a thin sun roared down towards the earth. A sharp glimmer flashed in the young man's eyes, and with a "swipe" sound, he sheathed his sword and jumped onto the horse. The golden horse raised its four hooves,
Facing the dawn, he ran towards the depths of the plum bushes.
Just hearing a "zheng" buzz, the white jade flute suddenly pierced into the layers of tangled branches. Qingqing grabbed the withered plum full of sharp thorns, and with a "click", the large brittle but tough branches were broken.
.
Qingqing didn't care about the thorns flying across his face like flying needles. Instead, he stepped on one of the stems, stretched out his upper body almost lying flat, and turned a strange angle with difficulty. At this critical moment, he grasped the high branch with his left arm and held on to the high branch with his right hand.
She held the flute and jerked it outwards, and then she heard the "zheng" sound, blocking the sound of the Ziqin far away from the cold air, but only a square inch in front of Qixue.
Qixue heard the sound of the piano and came closer, and hurriedly returned with the whip to explore. Unexpectedly, she was filling up half the vacancy beside her, and it was too late to rush back. She saw the white jade flute suddenly flashing out from the shadows of the trees, and then she started to use the whip softly.
Panasonic took a breath.
Qingqing only thought that he had blocked Qixue's attack from all directions, but he secretly thought, "No!" He quickly jumped up to a high place. But the criss-crossed old branches were like a dense cage, and Qingqing just fell in,
It was no longer easy to break out at this moment, so I had to gather my breath and shout in my heart, "Break!" I stepped firmly on the thick trunk of a tree that was barely broken, and jumped up in the air.
The small short branches blocking the top of the head made a crackling sound one after another. Within a moment, Qingqing's clothes were cut one after another, and even the side of his face and the back of his hands were stained.
Finally, when I reached the top of the plum tree, I heard the top branches singing a dramatic tune. With a groan, I fell into the snow.
At this moment, Qingqing just wanted to chop down the plum tree that had escaped from the battle. Seeing that he had stepped on nothing, and there was no place to focus around, he had no choice but to perform the "Long Live Withered Vine" gesture and put the wooden flute upright in the palm of his hand. He could only hear the crackling sound of the tree.
The sound of collision——
Ziqin couldn't help but stop his qin, and the other Linghus couldn't help but postpone their attacks, and all looked at the poor plum tree.
Everyone saw that the white jade flute was indestructible, and was smashed into the thick tree trunk by Qing Qing, splitting the ancestor of the unknown hundreds of years in two. For a moment of silence, the plum tree suddenly sighed, and only heard a "bang".
There was a loud sound, and the broken trees on both sides suddenly sank down, knocking heavily into the snow.
"What a pity for a good tree!" Zi Qi exaggeratedly lamented loudly, covering his chest.
Not daring to lie in the snow and rubbing his wounds, Qingqing stood up quickly, regardless of the barbs all over his body, and stood there with dust all over his body. Before he could stand still, he heard the gentle sound of his master's piano.
, already in front of your eyes.
The wooden flute jumped up and down, and Qingqing held it tightly in his panic, facing the imminent attack. However, he had exhausted all his strength at this moment, and Qingqing's palm kept shaking. Suddenly he saw that the wooden flute was unstable, and he suddenly sang loudly.
, flew away from Qing Qing and flew into the air.
Qingqing just stood there stunned, neither picking it up nor dodging it.
Without the senior brothers by their side, the "Plum Blossom Formation" of the five Linghu people would really be impossible to practice.
Qingqing looked at Qixue, Qichuan looked at Qilang, Ziqin and Ziqi looked at each other, and smiled bitterly. Qingqing stepped forward and bent down to pick up the white jade flute again. Just when his fingers touched the cold body of the flute
At that moment, I suddenly heard a distant and familiar melody, and I walked closer to the scattered plum branches step by step.
Listen carefully, the melody is simple and long, mixed with the smoke and dust of the Northern Desert——
Qingqing's heart skipped a beat.
"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?"
Looking at the mouth of Jimo Xing's horizontal flute, her long eyelashes were slightly closed, and her long hair was blown by the cold winter wind. Qingqing couldn't help but cover her heart and looked back at her master. Ziqin narrowed her eyes and looked up at the young man with the flute playing.
Intoxicated look.
I still remember the night when the three of them were trapped in the ruined temple by the wild sand. Every time Xingxing wanted to play the line "Who knows the music in the middle of the night?"
Come down.
Qingqing vaguely recalled that Master Chexin once said -
There is a leisurely meaning in the music, and it needs to be played by idle people with a leisurely heart.
Listening to it again today, I felt that the sound of the flute was drifting to high places, and the tone naturally changed. Jimo Xing turned his fingers away, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was walking in the snow, but his smile was dull, and I was afraid that others would not be able to imagine it.
It turns out that this kind of relaxing music once required all kinds of internal strength.
Sure enough, every day when I practice piano with my master, the stars are always sitting not far away, as if they are asleep and paying no attention to me. When I played this piece of music today, I really learned the rhythm and technique of it completely while listening attentively.
Entered the heart.
Qingqing smiled bitterly, frowned, and closed her eyes alone.
The clear sound of the flute was getting closer and closer to the empty "Plum Blossom Array". Somehow, Qingqing clasped his palms together and murmured: "Please protect me... don't..."
But no one seemed to hear Qingqing whispering alone.
Every time Jimo Xing takes a step, the plum blossoms on both sides of the roadside seem to be instantly awakened by the sound of the flute, swaying and scattering, shaking down the sleet in the forest. When the sound of the flute leaves, those old trees tremble slightly and become silent.
He returned to his standing position, as if he had entered an endless dreamland again.
The young man walked into the plum forest and stood directly in front of the leader of Linghu. He bowed and saluted: "The leader is laughing."
A moment of surprise flashed in Ziqin's eyes, and she quickly smiled and stretched out her hand to signal him to turn around. As if he didn't mind Jimo Xing's secret practice of listening to the piano every day, the leader of Linghu sat in front of the piano and raised his head: "Remember when you first came here?
When playing at night, every time the flute music needs dark air, the playing will always be stumbling and not fluent. I didn't expect that in just a few days, I would have made such great progress."
Bowing slightly, Jimo Xing lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you, Master, for not caring about me being an outsider. I am rude and I feel ashamed." Ziqin raised his eyebrows slightly, saying that he didn't need to care. The young man then said, "My disciple is in the north."
In Mo Shi, I have also seen the notation method of "Three Plum Blossoms" in the ancient book. I wonder if my disciples can try to play one or two?"
"no!"
Qingqing blurted out, and before she could react, her breathing was already rapid. Everyone turned around, wondering what she meant. Taking a deep breath, Qingqing said calmly: "My disciple had an audition with the third prince before.
Not ideal.”
"It doesn't matter." Ziqin seemed a little puzzled, "There is no real life-or-death crisis today, it's just a trial on my own. What's more..." Looking up in the direction of his junior brother, Ziqin had a smile in his eyes, "Ziqi is here today, maybe.
Give some advice to the third prince of Jimo."
Jimo Xing lowered his head and smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and bowed to Linghu Ziqi on the ground.
Regardless of etiquette and rules, Qingqing glared at Xingxing, turned around and left. Before she even took a step, she felt her side tighten, and the sleeves of her green robe were tightly grasped by Xingxing. The Qingxiu ban that had already been broken was broken.
This tear almost exposed half of Qingqing's arm.
Even so, the young man still didn't let go.
Qingqing turned around and shouted in a voice she had never expected: "Let go!" Xingxing stood on the spot, her slender fingers reflected on the silk thread of her green robe, staring into Qingqing's eyes with her deep eyes:
"you do not believe me?"
Qingqing's fingers were cracked and she clenched the rough wooden flute. As she lowered her head and muttered, she couldn't help but glance at her master——
The master's long hair was tied up in a jade crown, his robe fell down, and he lowered his head and thought about something.
No longer hesitating, Qingqing took away Jimo Xing's hand that was holding her sleeve, turned her wrist, and handed it to him, palm up. Xing Xing finally smiled, held her hand tightly with her slender fingers, and jumped with a tap of her toes.
On the plum branch, just as the young man started to light up the snow, Qingqing said secretly in his heart:
"You want me to believe you because you said it yourself."
I saw Ziqin slowly lowering his hand on the silk string, pressing the thumb of his left hand on a note, and picking it up with his right hand, creating a clever two-note unison. The star of Jimo stood high on a plum branch, turned the scimitar, and blocked it with its scabbard.
Qingqing leaned under a branch and slid across the snow. She leaned over the white jade flute and pushed away the music and sang softly.
He understands it from heart to heart, without any flaws.
Ziqin nodded silently, but suddenly there was a burst of bitterness in her heart. Qingqing had only been with this young man day and night for a few months, and by the time he took action, they had already reached the point where they had a heart-to-heart connection without looking back. The young man just asked in a low voice, where is Zi Qing?
Qin thought about it in her mind, and the answer was very clear.
Qingqing almost risked his own life for believing in this child of the Jimo family.
As if the ten fingers were following his mind, increasingly difficult notes rolled out on the strings one after another. I remembered that when my junior sister was still in Lirong Mountain, she was obsessed with studying the "Brush Formation Diagram" written by Wang Xizhi every day. But Ziqin didn't have time to tell her,
When the "Bi Zhentu" uses the sword, its method focuses on itself - it is unstoppable when used in front of the body, but it is difficult to defend behind it.
And this white jade flute is indestructible, just in response to the fierce offensive of "Bi Zhen Diagram".
Naturally, Qingqing also knew the fate of his own magic. At this moment, Jimo Xing was behind him, standing high on a plum tree, but Qingqing did not look back at all.
Watching the two of them playing with plum blossoms in the snow and knowing each other tacitly, Ziqin had a lot of mixed feelings in her heart. She felt that while staring at Qingqing, she always felt unspeakably uncomfortable. With a touch of her left hand, her two fingers slipped on the strings to make a long lingering sound.
Just when the sound of the piano started to sound, Ziqin suddenly heard snow dust rising not far away. She was startled, and suddenly stopped her long-lost thinking, and suddenly raised her head to look at the plum tree in the distance:
The two of them listened to the continuous rolling sound, and finally couldn't resist it anymore.
Qingqing stumbled and almost fell in front of Jimo Xing.
Ziqin is familiar with Qingqing's temperament - if there is danger approaching, Qingqing will be at the front and the first one to fall!
At this moment, as the difficulty of the music under his command gradually increased, the two of them began to hesitate, unable to use the "Three Plum Blossom Formation" formation. Qingqing barely steadied his body and tried his best to protect the young man. One step of the "Plum Blossom Formation"
If you step on the wrong foot, you will fall to the ground again.
But Jimo Xing seemed to be in a trance while listening to the piano alone, and ignored Qing Qing who was about to throw herself into the snow.
Sensing something was wrong, Ziqin suddenly opened his eyes wide, forcing himself to recover from the melancholy of the sound of the piano. He understood instantly and stopped suddenly, but it was already too late. In an instant, he heard a sharp "swipe" sound, which disturbed him.
The sound of the piano flows continuously from the palm of my hand.
The young man unsheathed his scimitar, lit it up according to the sound of the piano, and jumped in front of the leader of Linghu in a moment.
Just a few inches before the sword flashed in front of his eyes, Ziqin realized in a trance that what he had just unintentionally played was the golden string melody he had left in the Northern Desert——