Volume Three, Yin Jiang, Chapter Sixty-Three, Qin and Se Walk Together
The ground was covered with hoarfrost and snow was floating in the air. After a while, the boy's body was piled into a short ice mound.
Qingqing looked at the goose-feather-like white snow falling down, covering the boy's body bit by bit. First, there were the dexterous and slender fingers, then the smooth polished bone flute in his arms, and then the delicate brows on the fair face.
Finally, there was the scimitar that was always piercing the young man's heart.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, as if God could also sense the thoughts of mortals. Qingqing remained motionless, only feeling the moving image of the stars on the flute's mouth vaguely swaying in her mind, and she didn't know when, but suddenly disappeared. Try to put your hand
On the shallow snowdrift, Qingqing thought about pushing aside the tomb made of white snow and looking at the stars again.
After being silent for a long time, he finally let go of his hand and let himself and the boy remain silent together under the snow.
In a corner of the night screen, there seemed to be only one spiritual lamp on the top of the mountain, while the rest of the broken plum blossoms, broken branches, and blood... were all swallowed up in the dusk.
A path twists and turns, turns sharply, and then disappears behind the night mist. Qingqing looked at the road and stopped when he stepped onto the first step.
I would brave the wind and snow all the way up the mountain until I saw the spiritual lantern waiting for me to come back. I remember that the first time I was taken out of the mountain by my uncle, Lirong Mountain turned into a pot of porridge. Then I rescued An.
That night, several senior sisters looked at each other coldly and knelt beside Master to plead for mercy.
Ziqin turned around, the gentleness of Qingming had long gone from her eyes.
Tears burst out like a dam. Qingqing covered her sleeves, turned around and ran down the mountain. An unspeakable fear gripped her heart and lingered: she was afraid that she would look into Dr. Nan Lin's eyes again.
, no longer retain the original carefree mind.
She already has someone she loves.
I don’t know since when, every time the full moon rises, I have a dream of wearing a green robe and holding a harp, with the strings reflecting the snow. But now that the full moon is behind me, I just want to run faster, until I reach the harp.
Strings, bone flutes, yellow sand, and bamboo shadows cannot catch up with me.
There was a heavy slip under his feet, and Qingqing was caught off guard and stumbled. Just in the past few days of practicing martial arts at Yeping Mountain, his skills have improved a lot. Even though his mind was distracted and his feet were unsteady, he quickly turned around and took the "peak"
The force of "falling stone" was focused on Dantian, and it slid out half a foot and froze his body.
The white jade flute was hung on Qingqing's waist, but it was not fastened, and it slipped out when Qingqing subconsciously slipped away.
By the way, there is also this wooden flute that Master has never played in many years.
The white jade flute fell to the ground for a moment, as if it wanted to say something, and rolled around in the thick snow. Qingqing could only hear the sound of someone coming step by step on the way down the mountain.
Looking up, I saw that I was only a few steps away from the foot of the mountain. But at the end of the road, there was a person waiting.
Qingqing froze on the spot, but Ziqin stepped forward step by step.
The two of them looked at each other at this moment, which was far different from the strange rocks under the mysterious pool. Their bright eyes were good at gazing, and all the thousands of thoughts were hidden deep in their hearts. Qingqing now only felt that words were useless - how could he explain the thousands of sorrows in his heart? Ziqin did the same.
He remained silent, but when he came to her side, he picked up the white jade flute that had fallen a few steps away.
Seeing the master coming in front of her, Qingqing wanted to go forward and salute, but finally couldn't restrain herself and threw herself on the ground as soon as she bowed. However, before her knees touched the ground, her upper body was floating lightly, and it was actually the master who helped her up.
Ziqin held Qingqing's face with her cold and transparent fingers. When Qingqing raised her head, she felt that her master's appearance was just a little more haggard than in her dream, but it had never changed.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Qingqing finally cried out at this moment after she had hidden her thoughts for a long time.
Ziqin held the crying disciple in her arms. Qingqing rested her head on the master's shoulder. She felt that the master's breath had never been so warm. Ziqin tried her best to raise her head, not wanting to let her tears fall on Qingqing.
clothes.
Qingqing kept sobbing and murmured in a low voice: "Master..."
"Why."
"Let's go back...Master promised that this disciple never wants to leave Mount Lirong again..."
Ziqin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said calmly: "We are not going back."
Unable to stop crying, Qingqing quickly raised her head. The master seemed to hug himself tighter, stroking his hair with slender fingers, and asked in a low voice: "Qingqing, do you know why the West Lake is so warm?
The leader once threatened, 'Master Linghu cannot come down from the mountain'?"
The bloody battle on Lingdeng Cliff suddenly reappeared in Qingqing's mind. Qingqing recalled the way the strings passed through the throat of Master Wen, and couldn't help but shudder and shook her head.
"Because many years ago, probably more than a hundred years ago, Head Mo Chen, the ancestor of the Linghu clan in Rongshan, once swore to the world that if all the heads of the Linghu clan in the future came down the mountain, all sects and sects would
You can attack them in groups."
Qingqing subconsciously held her breath. After a long time, she gently pushed Ziqin's arms away: "Master, let's go back... If the master never comes down the mountain, the disciple will never go out for the rest of his life." After saying that, he raised his head and realized that
A rarely seen firm look flashed in Master's eyes.
Ziqin picked up Qingqing's left hand, which had been stabbed by the Yin Yang Sword, and spread it out, revealing a blood-black wound.
"Even if you don't come down from the mountain as a teacher, how can the Four Musical Instruments let you and me go?"
Ziqin's broad palm gradually grasped Qingqing's palm, and Qingqing couldn't help but move an inch closer to her master, and the two of them intertwined their fingers. "Linghu's descendants have practiced their skills for hundreds of generations, how can they be left alone just because of a single word from their ancestors?"
The disciple is imprisoned in Li Rong? Every time the seven-stringed sword is stained with blood, how can it not be at a time when the life of Linghu's disciple is at stake?" After a long pause, Qing Qing nodded vigorously.
Feeling the heat of Master's fingertips intertwined in her palm, Qingqing imitated Ziqin's example and held up Master's hand. She spread it out under the moonlight, but there were no black and red scars like her own. After hesitating for a moment, Qingqing
He asked tentatively:
"When did Master get poisoned by Biting?"
"A long time ago." Ziqin smiled and rubbed Qingqing's head, "It was a long time ago when Master was riding a crane back, Grand Master hadn't returned to the mountain yet, and Zi Shu was out alone. I'll tell you slowly while I'm on my way down the mountain.
Let me listen to you."
Qingqing held his master's hand, and the two walked side by side on the steep hillside where the snow had not yet melted. Not wanting to wake Linghu Ziqi and other disciples, Ziqin led Qingqing and walked towards the cliff of Yeping Mountain.
As the sun begins to rise, the morning light catches the falling snow, and it seems that the thousands of golden lights shining down are also filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms.
This hillside has been deserted for a long time, and when it snowed, it was covered with a thick layer of ice. Feeling that Qingqing was unsteady, Ziqin immediately reached out and put his arms around her waist. Unprepared, the two of them fell into a trap several feet deep.
There was thick snow, and when I looked up again, my head was covered with goose feathers flying everywhere.
Qingqing laughed out loud: Master's almost transparent face turned out to be a layer of light red due to the frost.
Qingqing has always been used to following her master, looking at her back in the green robe, with countless unspeakable emotions in her heart. Now her hand is being held tightly by her master, and she is walking beside her, even her breath in the winter is gone.
Warm up.
The top of the mountain was not far away, and there was a person sitting on the hillside with his back against the light and shadow. The master and the apprentice smiled at each other and hurried forward. Ziqin flicked his clothes and knelt in the snow, and Qingqing also knelt down.
.I heard the master bow deeply and call out: "I have seen you, uncle."
Qingqing smiled slightly and said, "I have met Grand Master Uncle."
Ling Hugui didn't have his usual careless attitude, fearing that the world would be less chaotic. Instead, he stood upright in front of the two of them. "Ziqin, have you made up your mind?"
"Yes. This disciple is determined to break the rules of our ancestors."
"Okay!" Grandpa Ghost waved his tattered clothes, raised his head and laughed loudly, "Since you two are determined to abolish the rules and shackles set by our ancestors, then go down the mountain and turn them upside down! Let each sect work on its own.
The faction has clearly seen that the descendants of Dongshan Lirong today are not what old Mo Chen looked like back then!"
Then he stretched out his hand and motioned for the two of them to get up. Grandpa Ghost turned to Qing Qing, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "When are you going down the mountain with your master this time, when do you plan to come back?"
Qingqing smiled and lowered his eyes. He only thought about walking with his master and had long forgotten these scattered details.
"I know your grandfather, you are such a heartless guy and you only have eyes for your master. How can you have other important things!" When Qingqing heard this, her cheeks turned red and she hid behind her master. Ling Hugui continued to say.
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"Remember, neither of you are allowed to come back until the day when the spiritual lamp lights up!"
Ziqin asked Qingqing where he wanted to go first when he went down the mountain. Qingqing did not hesitate and answered "Yiya Momo". Qingqing wanted to go back to the vast northern desert and listen carefully to the sound of the yellow sand.
Listen to the sound of the scimitar being unsheathed, and be familiar with the song "Shajiang Yin" by Bei Mo.
Stars, I want to hear the Jiang River flowing down and the stars shining, can you please play it to me again?
When they came to the old plum tree that was covered with bruises, they saw the golden horse hanging its neck and licking the snow on the white grave. Qingqing waved to it, but it seemed to have spent a lot of effort to recognize it.
This is the girl he rescued in the vastness of the desert. He turned his head and ignored her, and continued to bury his head in the barren grave under the plum tree.
Qingqing lowered his hands, feeling a little disappointed. After all, he could not bring back the figure that belonged to Bei Mo. The lightness of Bei Mo was enough to walk on the quicksand, but unexpectedly, he could not walk out of the winter snow at night. When he came to the golden horse, Qing Qing came closer.
It whispered in its ears:
"Let's go back to the Northern Desert."
The golden horse suddenly trembled and stood up.
Qingqing raised his voice and shouted: "Let's go to the Northern Desert, to the Yiya Desert!" The golden horse went to the white tomb, looked at Qingqing again, and finally licked Qingqing's hand, and turned around three times while being led.
Out of the snow-white plum forest.
By the time I came back, I must have heard the sound of Jianghe River flowing.
Also, I will bring back the familiar "Shajiang Yin".
Qingqing jogged a few steps, while Ziqin was standing not far away, waiting for her. The two of them walked on the snow up to their ankles, step by step, reluctantly leaving the night screen.
It was still early. Up to the foot of the mountain, the air was still filled with the hazy smoke and smoke of the unawakened world. Qingqing suddenly stopped.
Looking back, the ancient and majestic Yeping Mountain has been surrounded by morning sleet. Surrounded by layers of clouds, the outline of the mountain is gradually unclear.
Snow and mist filled the air, covering their heads one after another.