Volume Three, Yinjiang Chapter Sixty-Seven, A Thousand Eyes
It's a woman!
Hearing the word "mother" uttered from the girl's mouth, Qingqing was suddenly shocked. Unexpectedly, the cold and cruel "master" turned out to be a woman. Hearing the girl say hesitantly: "My mother said,
She is the big master of Wu Ling Tomb, and I am the little master."
Seeing that the child was gradually letting down her guard, Ziqin tried to take a step closer to her and asked with a smile: "What is the name of the young master of Wu Ling Tomb?"
"My name is Liliu."
"Then what else did the mother-in-law tell you?"
"My mother told me." The little girl stopped her tears, raised her head, and put on a serious expression, "You want me to see if Master Linghu can defeat my Shuoqu'er slaves. If the slaves can't fight,
If we win, we will invite Master Linghu back."
"Then what if Master Linghu loses?" Qingqing couldn't help but interjected and asked.
The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Then take the leader back."
When Qingqing heard this, he was immediately speechless. Ziqin leaned over and looked at the beam of the car: "It's a good thing, the car hasn't fallen apart yet." Then he turned to Qingqing and smiled: "Since my master has done this,
It's a good intention, it's a long way to go, why don't you and I borrow a car and go."
As soon as the man who said Qu'er, who was more advanced in the art, heard this, he immediately climbed up on the back of the cow skillfully. The other two people put down their stools and put their arms on both sides, as if they were waiting for his master and apprentice to get on the car. They stayed until night.
When the dew was deep and the sky was full of frost and snow, the oxcart on the verge of falling apart was squeaking and dancing, and young Suiwei had fallen asleep in Qingqing's arms.
At two o'clock in the morning, Ziqin looked out the window and saw only misty clouds and thick cold air that made people's hair stand on end. Then he looked at the sleeping child and whispered to Qingqing: "When you get out of the car, remember to close your eyes.
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The Xiwu Mausoleum is on the western edge of Yiya Desert, and can be regarded as the junction with Miyu Lake. Once you cross this tomb, the dense water vapor of the West Lake and the ink-stained mist and rain will disappear immediately, leaving only the desert wind rolling up the yellow
The sand is filled with a hint of coldness in the dark night.
Half of someone's skull stood in the middle of the road, causing Jimoyao to stumble.
Pity these seniors who died in the sand sea a long time ago. Even if they gave their flesh and blood to crows and birds, the yellow sand could not bury their whole bodies. After staying in Wuling Tomb for less than half a month, the young head of Jimo realized that he
Still can't regard this place as part of the Northern Desert.
The vast desert is scorching hot, but even the stones around the mausoleum are cold.
Before arriving at the tomb, there was already another woman waiting not far away. This woman was wearing loose clothes, with long hair hanging down behind her. She supported her lower back with one hand and put the other hand on her already swollen belly——
Even though she is pregnant, she can't stop her from raising her hand to brush her hair, her posture is graceful and moving.
Raising his eyes and catching a glimpse of her, Jimo Yao couldn't help but slow down. He was born in the boundless sand and dust, and thought that he was tempered by the scorching sun and strong winds, so he was already considered a rare beauty. Now that he was the leader for the first time and traveled around, he felt
There is always unspeakable dissatisfaction in my heart.
The first time was when he saw Linghu Qilang at Lirong Mountain, and the second time was when he saw a pregnant woman in front of him.
Perhaps there is no shortage of swordsmen in the world, but there is no shortage of beauties around the swordsmen. Arriving in front of the woman in a blink of an eye, the leader of Jimo calmed down, rolled up his sleeves and saluted, "This junior has met the master of Wu Ling Tomb."
The woman also smiled politely and saluted gracefully: "My slave Yang Wei, please wish the master a long blessing."
Yang Wei's lips and teeth were filled with smiles, and Jimo Yao could not help but shudder, feeling that the coldness was about to seep into the seams of his bones. So he did not greet her, but simply said briefly: "Coming here late at night is really annoying.
, please also ask Master Yang to lead the way."
Yang Suyi lowered his head and made a "please" gesture.
The weak candlelight "buzzed" and lit up a little light. Walking in the damp and cold underground tomb, it seemed that the walls on both sides were shining with something. Jimo Yao got closer to the torch to take a look, but almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
, called out in a low voice.
"Eye!"
Yang Wei, who was walking in front, turned around. He was surprised at first, and then smiled:
"Master, don't worry, this is your slave's 'Thousand Eyes Wall'."
"Thousand eyes?" After a while, the leader of Jimo came back to his senses. He suppressed the fear in his heart and looked at the wall again. He saw eyeballs displayed on the wall, with white faces and black pupils, crystal clear, and emitting faint various colors.
There was a strange light. Those eyeballs, whether wide or narrow or long or short, were all intact, as if they had once grown in the walls of the tomb.
Seeing the surprise in the master's eyes, Yang Xing gently stroked his hair and said gently: "This place is where I have devoted half my life. When I was young, every time I used my ability to listen to music to kill someone, I would dig out an eyeball and collect it.
Here, over time, I don’t know when, half of the wall has been completely filled.”
Jimo Yao was horrified - this woman was only in her early thirties, and she had already killed so many people all over the wall!
Resisting the urge to feel sick in his chest, the leader of Jimo reluctantly asked: "It hasn't gone bad in more than ten years?"
"Herbs are burned and smoked and soaked in rotten water. They will naturally not go bad."
"Aren't you afraid when you see me?"
"I have been used to Xi Nu following my slaves since I was a child."
The leader of Jimo couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Have you ever had new...new eyes?"
When Yang Wei heard this, he stroked his swollen belly and shook his head: "I feel sad and cold after smoking grass for a long time, and I'm afraid it will hurt the child in my belly." After saying this, he suddenly thought of something and raised his eyes: "I just care about the palm of my hand.
I was chatting at the door, but I forgot to ask - the master is here, can I use my humble maid to serve you?"
Jimo Yao turned around in an instant and stared at her coldly: "Young Master Shaoqiong Lin Nan's family has been extremely crazy these past few days!"
After saying that, he followed the woman's every move with his eyes, wondering how the woman would react. But Yang Wei didn't seem surprised, and still lowered his eyes, waiting for the leader to continue what he said. Helpless, Jimo Yao had to take a deep breath.
tone, and then said: "Master, does he know the reason?"
Sighing, Yang Wei turned his back and continued walking deeper into the tomb: "Please come with the master and the servants."
The cold stone tools glowed with a clear luster. After a torch was inserted in the center, a round rolling stone standing in the middle of the tomb was finally revealed. The rolling stone was surrounded by ten people hugging each other. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a line carved on it.
There are fine lines and strange symbols mottled, and it seems that a lot of them have fallen off.
A stone hammer lies quietly on the boulder.
The woman picked up the stone hammer, smiled at the leader, and said, "Six columns and thirteen rows on the left wall." Then she used the stone hammer to hit a certain spot on the round stone. Jimo Yao looked in the direction indicated by the woman.
, suddenly heard a quiet "click" sound in the darkness.
The light in his hand shone forward, and the leader could no longer restrain himself. He jumped back suddenly and retched -
The eyeballs in the sixth column and thirteen rows on the left wall suddenly fell down and rolled around on the ground for several times before stopping.
Seeing that the leader was feeling unwell, Yang Wei stepped forward and patted Jimo Yao's back gently. Seeing that the woman was about to pick up the hammer again, Jimo Yao quickly looked away from her fleshy eyes and said dryly:
"No need to try again, I understand what the master means."
Yang Wei immediately nodded, found a clean place, and helped the leader to sit down. Feeling some strength returning to his body, Jimo Yao breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and asked, "I wonder when did master develop such power?"
Hearing this question, the woman seemed shocked for a moment, and then smiled helplessly:
"The art of listening to music and cultivating the four musical instruments of Jianghu is very different from most arts. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, etc., most of them are practiced day after day as they grow older. Add in some talent and some talent Depending on luck, the more diligent a person is, the more likely he is to reach the level of a master in the world."
"The four eight-note instruments are different from this. The Eastern Qin, the Western Zheng, the Southern Xiao, and the Northern Flute, whether the skills are perfect or not, all depends on the ability to listen to the music. Some people have been obsessed with music for half their lives, even the difference between Gong, Shang, Jiao and Zhengyu You can't tell the difference; but there are also people who already know the difference in the sound of wind and rain when they are children, and even play it in instrumental music exactly."
Jimo Yao then asked: "What kind of master Yang is he?"
Yang Wei lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said: "Maybe I am a middle-aged person. I am not born with perfect listening skills, but when I was three or four years old, I was able to make some tunes through natural vegetation."
Hearing this, Jimo Yao was shocked - if he had the talent to listen to music at the age of three or four, I am afraid that there are very few people who specialize in music today who can compare with him. The woman calls herself a "middle person", I'm afraid I'm being too humble. My curiosity aroused and I couldn't help but ask:
"Senior, please tell me, who are the people who are born with qualifications?"
Yang Su shook his head: "I am ignorant and ignorant. I only know that the only person who accompanied Emperor Wu a hundred years ago was the leader of Lirong Mountain Mo Chen. There was such a legend in the world." It seemed that she had been wanting to say something. The woman hesitated for a moment and slowly spoke: "I'm offended, my slave. May I ask the master, Master Chexin didn't teach the master the ability to listen to music before he became a monk, right?"
The water sleeve in his hand tightened, and Jimo Yao was stunned.
Without waiting for the master to answer, Yang Su showed a flattering smile and said quickly: "The master was invincible in all the sects and sects wearing water sleeves at the Eight Music Festival. Naturally, he has learned everything about the past dynasties of the Northern Desert. According to legend, it is the 'Sha Silk' Kung Fu. Therefore, it is not necessarily a regret that the old master never taught the master the song "Shajiang Yin"..."
Jimo Yao interrupted her and smiled coldly: "Among us four brothers and sisters, only two younger brothers have the talent to practice the art of listening. So Ke Yue and I learned to play sand silk, and Xing Xing and Ke Chen learned to play flute. This is something everyone in Yiyamo knows."
Yang Wei realized that his words were offensive and had no choice but to nod his head.
I heard the headmaster say immediately: "I wonder what the master means when he mentions it now?"
"My slave is brave, please forgive me." Yang Xing stood up and bowed deeply, "This slave is just bold to speak out. If you are not born with a very high talent in music and music, you will force yourself to make progress. It’s also useless.”
"Are you saying that Mr. Nan is not a talented person?"
Yang Su didn't dare to answer and nodded lightly.
Sighing silently, Jimo Yao relaxed and said, "Is there a way to get rid of Master Rang's madness?"
The woman whispered: "Slave... I have nothing to do."