The two people stood on the edge of the cliff one after another, as if in a dream, unable to say a word. When Wen Xian turned around, he saw Nan Jianing standing on the cliff in the distance, and asked in a loud voice: "Jianing, what are you doing?" Where is the mistress?" In the mist, Jianing looked at the vague face of Wen Xian across the midnight sea breeze. Qilang took a deep breath, turned around and ran towards the Zhijin Hall. After running a few steps, she listened. A childish voice shouted: "Stop!"
Qilang stood still, and Zi Hua walked crookedly from the banyan forest. It wasn't until the shadow of the tree completely revealed Zi Hua's small body that Zi Hua straightened up and threw the person he was dragging on the ground. "Isn't it here?" Jiang Suyi was lying on the ground in a bloody state, breathing slightly, but she was already unconscious.
Before Jianing could rush over, Wen Xian pointed at Zi Hua's eyebrows from a distance and yelled: "What kind of skill does an elder have to do something to future generations?"
"Really?" Zi Hua stood up and asked, "Where is Qing Qing?"
Wen Xian was speechless for a moment. Zi Qi glanced at Wen Xian and Ruo Dong with his sword-like eyes for the last time. He put away his flute and returned his hand. He jumped from the steep wall to the cliff in a few steps. Looking at Qi Lang, Zi Qi asked: "Do you have a boat?"
Qilang nodded. Linghu and the other two walked alone into the banyan forest without even looking at Nan Jiayou on the ground. Qilang suddenly stopped and looked back to the edge of the cliff, only to see Jianing kneeling before his wife. Beside him, people were hurriedly wrapping wounds everywhere. Involuntarily, Jianing raised his head and saw that Qilang had followed his uncle and aunt and disappeared into the gloom of the woods.
"Mr. Qianshan, madam and the second young master are back."
"Silence!" The old woman by the window glared at the maids outside the house. They were so frightened that they hurriedly bowed and walked away. The old woman turned her head, and the bamboo shadows were mottled with the young man who was concentrating on blowing the white chi. face. The young man closed his eyes and his arms rose and fell regularly, as if a banished immortal from heaven was drunk in a dream of human music.
The sonorous and solemn sound of the chi was suddenly interrupted by one of the lines. The young man repeated it several times to no avail, so he stepped forward with the chi and bowed to the old woman in a proper manner. The old woman nodded: "Today I can read "Flying Wild Goose Clouds" "The third chapter of "Roughly speaking, it is already very good."
The young man bowed slightly.
The old woman touched the young man's face and smiled: "Your mother and brother have just come back, go and see them first. I will listen carefully to the rest tomorrow." Looking at the young man's figure in the jade crown and robe walking away, Qianshan sighed silently and thought to herself: When will this kid Jiayou be willing to speak?
"Fuck you little bitch, I'm going to skin that Tianshan vixen sooner or later!" Before Nan Jiayou could reach the wooden house, he heard the harsh and unwritten yells piercing the scorching sky and being sung from afar. The whole piece of Qionglin was broken. Jiayou took a deep breath, held the white hair on his waist, and walked into the house. He saw that Jianing didn't seem to be too seriously injured. He was kneeling in front of the couch, picking up the scattered things. The fragments of the tea cup were lying on the ground. Seeing his brother arriving, Jianing stood up and forced a smile: "Brother You is back."
After hearing this, the woman who was dancing and cursing on the couch immediately stopped her voice, raised her upper body and stretched her neck: "You'er, come and see me!"
Jiayou shook Jianing's arm and made sure that he was fine before walking towards the couch. Still a few steps away from the couch, the woman on the couch leaned out and pulled Jiayou over: " You'er, that little bitchy fox on Linghu Mountain has been hiding in the mountains since he harmed you ten years ago. Ten years later, he shows off his skills to harm your mother again. You are the only one who has hope for your parents. ..." After saying this, Jiang Suyi suddenly stopped and looked sideways at Nan Jianing, who was still lying beside the couch.
Jianing and Jiayou looked at each other and said, "Mother, brother." They exited the door.
Seeing Jia Ning walking away, Su Yi rolled her eyes at the broken cups on the low table, narrowed her slender red eyes, turned to Jia You and said: "The villains from the Linghu family stole your father's white jade flute.
And it’s getting worse... How can the child you carry be as good as your own son? My son - the feud between your mother and your father is waiting for you to settle it!"
Jiayou nodded, lowered his eyes, and remained silent. Looking at his mother's injuries, it seemed that there was a lot of blood on her arms and legs. Except for a lot of scratches on her scalp, there was nothing close to the vital parts. The maid gently said
Lifting the door curtain: "Madam, it's time to change the dressing."
"You're going to love me to death..." Jiayou saluted with relief, turned around and went out, ignoring Suyi who continued to curse behind her, and seemed to run for several miles in one breath.
The waves were surging, and at night when the water was warm, Qingqing felt that the left half of her body was freezing to the bone, and she couldn't help shivering. The palm of her hand seemed to be connected to the infinite gravity of the sea floor, pulling her out of control.
Falling to the ground and choking on a few mouthfuls of water, Qingqing slapped the water with her right arm desperately: "Master...Master..."
Seeing that Qingqing, who couldn't swim, was about to be swallowed up by the vast ocean. When another wave came, Ziqin grabbed Qingqing's waist from behind and retreated suddenly. The two of them bumped into a sharp
On the rock cliff.
When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Qingqing realized that there was a touch of bright red blood lying quietly on the swaying blue water.
Ziqin looked away from the red sea, held Qingqing's hand tightly, and transferred a steady stream of internal energy from the acupuncture points of her fingers. Qingqing's face turned blue, her pale lips were slightly open, but she couldn't say a word.
He couldn't tell. As Qingqing's body gradually became colder, Ziqin gritted her teeth, carried Qingqing ashore, and placed her on a high protruding flat rock:
"Waiting for Master to come back."
After saying that, he turned around and ran, and in an instant he was plunged into the vast night sea again.
At this time, Nan Jiayou was sitting in a tavern not far from home, drinking alone. He poured all the broken silver in his pocket on the table, and the waiter immediately brought it over.
Good wine and beef. Jiayou himself didn't know whether it was good wine or not. This was the first time he tasted wine in his life, but he felt it was extremely sweet, like an old friend who had been lost for many years. He didn't care whether it was good wine or not.
Being trained by his father, the boss.
While I was sleeping alone, I heard the waiter say hello again: "Sir, you two, please come!"
Jiayou looked up and immediately broke into a cold sweat. He had also woken up from the wine. He saw the head of Miyu Lake, Wen Xian, leading another expressionless man, rushing into the store. The two of them, especially Calm
The dark-faced man carried a "keep away from strangers" aura when he walked, causing other guests to glance at him secretly and then lower their heads.
As soon as he sat down, Wen Xian sighed: "Mr. Ruodong, do you blame me for being kind-hearted and soft-hearted?"
The two of them were sitting across from Nan Jiayou. Jiayou wanted to bury his head in the wine bowl, and the white hair on his waist shrank back. The big man opposite Wen Xian sneered: "I don't know which one it is.
Which sect's leader wants to escape while others are not paying attention?"
"You are a swordsman, and I am a fish and meat." Wen Xian lowered his voice, "Linghu Ziqin is so calm that we can't help but come to him ourselves."
Nan Jiayou couldn't help but turn around and look quietly. The big man in the middle had a Yin-Yang sword hanging on his back, and his black eyes were cold. The waiter just went to put down a plate of side dishes, and then he was so frightened that he ran back to the kitchen.
Jiayou thought to himself: My mother and brother are both injured and recovering, but you two are drinking and having fun!
Just when I couldn't help but stand up to recognize each other, I suddenly heard Wen Xian say again: "If you kill the little girl, it will be a small thing for you and me to escape, but we will suffer a big loss if "Fan Ya Ji" is interrupted."
Ruo Dong, who was opposite him, remained silent when he heard the words, and just drank a bowl full of Muxian down his throat.
Everyone was drinking in their own way, only to see a man who looked like a boss with sallow skin and skinny limbs walked to the middle of the tavern and clapped his hands: "The shop thanks you for your concern. Later, I would like to ask the gentlemen to give our girl a gift."
field!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw a woman in purple clothes walking up to her, holding a round Ruan in her arms. The woman bowed lightly and looked like a fairy from heaven. Her gentle fingers grasped Ruan's neck while holding a hand.
Xia Ruan Pian. It was these ordinary actions that attracted the Wuyangyang guests to watch in awe.
Before the waiter could wipe up the wine that spilled from the wine bowl, the girl in purple plucked the ruan string, stood in the shop, and sang to herself:
"The shadows fall under the beautiful flowers, and the sounds and colors are vague. In the flying white lanterns, the red plums fall in the east..."
Before the woman could finish singing the fourth line, a chaotic noise was heard outside the tavern, and there seemed to be the sound of weapons clashing. The leading officers and soldiers rushed in and immediately grabbed the woman's long brown hair: "We found her, it's her
!”
The store owner panicked for a moment, ran up in a hurry, knelt down on the ground, and pulled the officers and men's shoes: "Well done, grandpa, I bought these all the way from the forest... Just mean.
Let’s do some business with this kid..."
I saw the soldier leader flying up and kicking the elderly boss seven or eight feet away: "Bought it? Thank you very much, Master Nan, for buying it for him!" Before the boss could tremble, he climbed up from the ground.
After getting up, a group of people dragged the woman in purple and walked out: "Why don't you go and complain to the leader yourself and see if he will reward you heavily!"
Jiayou sat alone and couldn't help but feel suspicious. He didn't know when his father had given such an order. He secretly looked at the leading soldiers and found that they were indeed his own men. While hesitating, he saw Ruo Dong who didn't know where he was.
Wen Xian, who was already standing at the door like a ghost, silently helped the old man on the ground: "Even if the head of Nan is a hero, he wouldn't dare to give such an order that goes against the laws of nature, right?"
The soldier glanced at Wen Xian and saw that he was not dressed like a local, so he snorted: "Which girl does my leader like, and I want you to take care of it?"
When Jiayou heard this, he was so angry that he stood up. Before he could slap the table, he heard Wen Xian say: "How come I didn't know that the head of your family likes to bite the bones with his voice, and kills twenty-four people in a row without seeing any blood in one night?"
girl?"
After speaking in dialect, he heard a miserable howl from the soldier leader, and the long sword in Ruo Dong's hand passed through his heart, with the side of the sword touching the back of the purple-clothed girl's neck:
"Don't move!"
The servants and customers in the store were stunned for a moment, and everyone was about to flee. Ruo Dong turned around and swept away with his sword. The officers and soldiers who had not yet evacuated from the door were killed one by one. The residual blood and intestines that flowed all over the floor were killed by others.
The person was forced to go back into the house.
Ruo Dong made a "bang" sound and stuck the tip of his sword on the ground. The fierce light in his eyes swept over everyone: "Anyone who dares to take a step without permission is like..." Ruo Dong snatched the girl in purple and held her tightly in her arms.
The ancient Ruan was thrown into the air, and the sharp blade of the underground sword flashed with silver light. I saw Ruan's white shadow flashing past, and he steadily caught the Ruan in the air. He turned sideways and drew a "buzz" sound on the Ruan string with the long sword of Yin and Yang.
Whining.
I saw Jiayou withdrawing Ruan with one hand, taking advantage of the gap between Ruo Dong's sword with the other hand to fish it out, and gently and skillfully fished the girl in purple beside Ruo Dong. In the blink of an eye, she was out of the broken window and up to the roof.
When Ziqi and the others came by boat, they found that Qingqing must be in trouble. Ziqin glanced back at the lights on the mountainside and dived into the sea again. After a while, he finally found that the soles of his feet were hard and the water was getting shallower.
The sound of water drops in the cave echoed "ta, da".
The footprints at the entrance of the cave are extremely shallow. No matter how high their Qinggong skills were, Wen and Ruo would not be able to fly out of the cave.
The night was dark, and Ziqin originally planned to wait until dawn before chasing into the streets. Suddenly, he heard a slight burst of sparks coming from the entrance of the cave. Recognizing the owner of the footsteps, Ziqin helplessly called out: "Qichuan."
Linghu Qichuan took a big jump and turned around. Under the torch, her hair was messy and her face looked tired.
Before she could answer, Ziqin frowned: "Your junior sister is right under the cliff, how could she find this place?"
"Master, Master Wen also sent Qing Qing here."
No wonder, Ziqin thought in her mind, "Don't chase her out." Seeing Qichuan's eyes widening slightly, Ziqin said again, "You are the only one who attacks medicine on the mountain. My uncle and my aunt can't live without you."
Qichuan lowered his head and bit his lip. Ziqin asked, "Do you have Bitingsan with you?"
"Yes." Qichuan nodded and took out a small green medicine bottle from his arms.
Ziqin casually picked up a stone at her feet and pricked her thumb. The bright red blood dripped drop by drop into the palm-sized medicine bottle. Seeing that the master's eyes seemed to be in a trance, Qichuan suddenly withdrew the medicine bottle and pulled it out.
He covered Ziqin's wound with the corner of his clothes: "Master, this is enough."
Ziqin smiled lightly: "Such a small wound can scare the master of Lirong Yao Zhi Hall?"
Qichuan didn't know how to answer for a moment. As if he suddenly made up his mind, Qichuan grabbed Ziqin's sleeve with force: "Master, we can't chase him out."
"Oh?" Ziqin tilted her head and looked at the disciple with interest, "Why?"
"Because..." Qichuan gritted his teeth, as if he was about to cry, "Because Master said..."
Ziqin looked at the tangled Qichuan in front of him. This was the first disciple who kowtowed to him and handed him tea on Lirong Mountain. The girl in front of him was only eighteen or nineteen years old, with tall cheekbones and a wide square chin.
Everything shows the perseverance and calm character of this great disciple of Linghu. Ziqin patted Qichuan on the shoulder: "Don't tell your uncle."
Qichuan nodded and tried his best to hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes.
Ziqin smiled reassuringly and turned to leave.
"Master!" Qichuan stood on the spot holding the medicine bottle, "It's dangerous outside the mountains, so be careful."
"When I come back..." Ziqin turned around.
"Qing Qing will definitely wake up."
"This way." Nan Jiayou was running rampant on the roof at night. The woman in purple suddenly pulled Jiayou's sleeve and pointed to a brightly lit area not far away. Jiayou didn't have time to think too much and followed the direction of the woman's finger.
Enraged, he ran over.
When I got to the ground, I realized that this area was far from ordinary: it was the dead of night, but here people were playing, drinking and singing, and the air was filled with the thick fragrance of powder. The woman led Jiayou through a group of fans, golden
The crowd consisting of hairpins and swaying skirts entered the tallest flower tower in the center. A half-naked man passed by the two of them with his arms around one on the left and one on the right. Nan Jiayou suddenly stopped and grabbed hold of him.
It touched the arm of the woman in purple.
The woman turned around, was startled for a moment, then covered her mouth and smiled: "Why, have you never been to Liuxiang with fireworks like this?"
Jiayou raised his head and glared at him, then turned around to go downstairs. As soon as he turned back, the woman hugged his waist from behind: "My name is Ayu. Thank you very much, sir, for saving my life."
A pleasant whisper came from the ear, like a soul-stirring gentle spell that burned from the roots of the ears to the tips of the toes. Jiayou couldn't move. Ayu's charming laughter came from the ear again, and Nan
When Jiayou's earlobe hurt, he obediently followed Ayu upstairs.
Ayu closed the door, stood in the dim light of the candle, took off her skirt and outer shirt, leaving only a close-fitting jacket. Jiayou seemed to have something stuck in her throat, and turned her head away involuntarily. Ayu picked up Jiayou
He gently placed his hands on the red and purple scars on his waist: "Are you scared?"
Jiayou instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but his eyes collided with the marks on Ayu's waist.
Seeing those dark purple scars, as if bitten by poisonous scorpions, and the scars bitten by poisonous snakes, coiled on Ayu's snow-white skin, Nan Jiayou couldn't help but feel burning in his heart, and stared at Ayu's spring waves.
eyes.
Gradually, Ayu let go of his hand, and Jiayou carefully touched the scars and remained silent.
Ayu reached out and took the Ruan Xian behind Jiayou, and hummed in a low voice: "The shadow falls under the beautiful scenery, and the sound and color are mixed. In the flying white lantern, red plums fall in the east... In the lone lantern, plums fall in the east..."
At the beginning of the song, Nan Jiayou just felt very drunk. He had not drunk a few glasses of wine, but his head was very dizzy. As soon as he opened his eyes suddenly, Jiayou rushed to the basin in the corner of the room and poured a handful of water on his head and face.
. Just as he was about to rush out of the door, Ruan Xian played lightly behind him, and he still sang intermittently:
"Under the fragrant feathers, there is nothing in the middle... In the solitary lamp, plums are in the east, and red plums are falling in the east..."
Jiayou bent down, tightly grasped the corner of the door curtain, wrinkled his eyes, and gritted his teeth into pieces. It wasn't until Ayu changed the tone and still sang the little song that Jiayou opened his eyes and lowered the door curtain.
, strode back to the couch, letting his chest burn with fire. Ayu chuckled and said, "The little mute learns quite quickly."
Jiayou stepped forward and grabbed Ayu's slender, white neck. Under his delicate face, fire was about to burst out of his eyes.
Ayu frowned and plucked the string again: "The shadow falls under the beauty, and the sound and appearance are mixed."
A familiar burning sensation surged over him. Jiayou's eyes widened, his eyeballs popped out, and his veins burst. He fought hard to resist the dizziness that was about to swallow him up.
"In the flying white lantern, red plums fall in the east."
Nan Jiayou couldn't bear it any longer and rushed towards Ayu again. Ayu frowned slightly, exerted force on his fingertips, and the soft plectrum broke the strings with a "pop". Jiayou's hands stretched out in the air suddenly stopped.
Down.
Ayu put Ruan aside, stepped forward, hugged Jiayou, and whispered in his ear:
"Go back. This song is enough for you to deal with the wild guys on Linghu Mountain."