"It turns out that the heaven and the earth are natural, and everything is alive. Is this what it means?" Qingqing stood in front of the spring, with his fingers still stretched out, and quietly stopped two or three millimeters above the water. He and all living creatures were together.
Returning to silence, it seems that this can keep the ethereal clear corner and let it echo in the ears for a longer time.
After being intoxicated for a long time, Qingqing suddenly thought - since these creations of heaven and earth are the beginning of the melody, what would happen if they were used to play a continuous melody?
Taking a deep breath, Qingqing took off the wooden flute from his waist and sat cross-legged in front of the big stone.
The big stone is as steady as a rock, letting the quicksand blow in the wind, and it remains unmoving. But now, sitting and looking at Qingqing, it seems that he has something to say. Qingqing groped with his fingers, trying to find out what the sound of the palace was.
Location. "Buzz——"
The original sound was low, echoing slowly in the yellow sand.
Qingqing immediately put the flute in his mouth, put his fingers on the hole of the flute, and slowly blew out a palace sound. The two sounds intertwined in the air, one was as clear as a torrent, and the other was soothing and melodious. Even the cold wind in the evening made it tremble slightly. Repeatedly.
After listening to the sound for a long time, Qingqing finally finished the flute and carved a shallow scratch on the sound of the big stone palace.
I don’t know how long time passed, but Qingqing kept her eyes tightly closed, blowing all her strength into the sound of the flute in every hole. When her fingers finally flicked on the crack of the stone, she found that the two tones sounded in unison, without any difference.
Then he let out a long breath from his chest.
When the surface of the rough stone was filled with traces of jade flutes in the middle of the night, Qingqing felt the heat between his brows and his eyes became bright. He raised his head and saw that amid the lingering sound, a golden wheel spurted out, pouring water.
The hot earth.
A burst of applause came from behind: "It sounds so good."
Hearing the continuous sound of high-fives, Qingqing suddenly stiffened his back and did not dare to turn around easily. The sand was soft, and the man's footsteps were not clear, and it was difficult to detect among the lingering sounds of hitting the rocks. Hearing only this man
He stepped forward step by step and said: "With just a small corner of the Baiyin Qin, you can find out such heavenly sounds. How wonderful! How wonderful!"
After a pause, he changed the topic and continued: "I don't know whether country people like us who have never seen the world should first praise the people of Wuling Tomb for their ingenuity, or first lament the emergence of so many talented people from the Lirong Linghu family.
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With his back to the visitor, Qingqing listened to his voice and knew that his technique was powerful and powerful, and he could be regarded as a first-class senior in the world. Qingqing stood up, dusted off the dust on his body, and turned around——
I saw a man with white beard and white hair, about forty or fifty years old, standing a few steps away from him with his hands behind his back.
At first glance, there didn't seem to be anything surprising; until the senior raised his legs and took a step, Qingqing suddenly opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but hold his breath.
Taking this step, it seemed like there was some mysterious pull. First, I lifted my knees into the air with a click, and then kicked half of my legs out to half the height. Finally, there were a few bone stabbings on my feet.
With a twisting sound, his hind legs suddenly stood up, placing the front foot lightly on the ground.
After regaining his balance, the strange man raised his head, his eyes suddenly glowing with an indescribable light.
Qing Qing felt a sense of unknown fear seeping into his mind. He looked carefully at the gestures of this senior, but he didn't know which sect he came from. So he hurriedly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said loudly:
"The younger generation established Rongshan disciple Linghu Qingqing. I don't know the senior's surname."
"It doesn't matter what my name is. I was born in the Northern Desert, and my surname is Gongshu. My single name is Yi."
When this man spoke, he sounded no different from ordinary people. He just stared at his face, the muscles on his face seemed to be frozen by ice, and only his lips opened and closed: "Young Master Yi and Linghu
He's just like a knight, he's just a passerby in Wu Ling's tomb."
Although the strange man had a strange appearance, Qingqing felt that there was no hostility in his words, so he felt relieved and said, "I have little ability, so if there is anything that would make my seniors laugh, please feel free to give me some pointers."
The man made a "click" sound, straightened his neck, and suddenly swayed from side to side: "If you say pointers, Yi will show you a clear path with the young hero." Qingqing leaned over and raised his head, not knowing what this senior was going to say.
What did you want to teach me? Just listen to the words coming from his lips that opened and closed:
"Young hero is so talented at such a young age, it would be best to leave Dongshan as soon as possible and hide in a secluded place in the world!"
As soon as these words came out, Qingqing's heart trembled suddenly.
When he raised his eyes again, he saw that this man still had the same expressionless expression. So his tone became a little more offensive, and he stood up and asked, "My disciple is stupid. My senior just asked me to hide. Is there a reason?"
At this point, the dusty wind started to rise, and the man's messy white hair was swept into the flying sand.
Gongshu Yi's body swayed, then he regained his balance, and said word by word:
"Last night, a carrier pigeon came from the depths of Yiya Desert to report that the residence of the second princess of Jimo was full of corpses, all of which were mutilated and only bones were left; and the third prince's whereabouts are unknown since he was abducted by a witch in blue in the autumn.
No one knows yet."
With a "boom", Qingqing felt something explode in his head.
As the man in front of him spoke, the sides of his cheeks twitched strangely. Every time he heard words like "Second Princess" and "Third Prince", Qingqing felt a chill in his heart.
A line of hot sweat left Qingqing's forehead. Gongshu Yi then asked: "I'm afraid the disciples of the Linghu family know the whereabouts of the second princess and the third prince of Jimo, right?"
Somehow, although the scorching sun was scorching the earth, it was howling and whipping up strong winds. I don’t know how long it took, but I saw Senior Gongshu standing firmly in front of him, motionless. Qingqing couldn’t help but calm down, deeply
Taking a breath, he replied:
"Yes. The second princess's body was returned to the yellow sand, and the third prince's bones were buried in Yeping."
"Ye Ping?" Hearing what Qing Qing said, Gong Shuyi felt a little confused.
I thought that if I asked this question at the expense of my two lives, Linghu's disciples would be so frightened that their limbs would become weak, and they would kneel on the ground, kowtow and beg for mercy. But now this young man from the Linghu family answered simply, without any hesitation.
He looks like he has a clear conscience.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally remembered the rumors that the Linghu family killed people without blood. He gritted his teeth and said calmly: "In that case, Yi gives the young hero two choices. If the young hero follows the sun now and heads eastward, tonight
You can leave the Northern Desert and never go back to Dongshan again."
"What if the juniors don't choose this?"
"Then Yi Bian can't let down the kindness of meeting the old master of Jimo. Today, he has to carry the young hero's head back and hang it outside Yi Ya Mo's tent to feed the sand crows."
The sound of wind that had just been sternly surrounding Fei Chen gradually became quiet.
Everything was completely silent, even a tiny particle of dust held its breath and did not dare to make a sound. When the noisy yellow sand finally made no sound, Qingqing still maintained a deep salute and said:
"Thank you for your guidance, senior. It's just the choice that the disciple has to make, not the choice given by senior."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a strange "click" sound from the opposite side, and Qingqing quickly took the wooden flute in his hand.
He only knew that he did not know the technique of this senior, so Qingqing did not dare to take action easily. He only used a horizontal "Thousand Miles of Clouds" to protect him. For some reason, the outline of Gongshu Yi's surroundings gradually blurred, and even the scattered figures were blurred.
The beard and hair are all wrapped in light and shadow.
Qingqing tentatively took a few steps forward, but saw the fog disperse vaguely, and the man's figure disappeared instantly.
Before he could react for a moment, he suddenly heard a slight "click" sound behind him. Before he could turn around, his heart suddenly hurt, and he couldn't help but throw himself forward to the ground. Gong Shuyi seemed to be hit behind him in the blink of an eye.
Several acupuncture points.
Qing Qing just stretched out his limbs and cried out in pain, and fell to the ground again involuntarily.
The footsteps behind him continued for a moment. Qingqing was horrified, realizing that this man didn't even have any chance of survival. He hurriedly tried his best to raise his head, but was so frightened that his whole body stiffened, his heart beat faster and faster, and his hands and feet
But it felt like it was filled with lead and couldn't move.
In front of me, another figure exactly like a strange man appeared!
Calm steps came clearly from behind. Why was there an extra person in front of him out of thin air? For a moment, he was so frightened that he lost his mind. Qingqing didn't know where he got the strength, so he turned over and opened the acupuncture point.
Sure enough, the two identical Gong Shuyi were walking towards him.
There was no time to think about what kind of technique this had never been heard of before. Qingqing saw two strange expressionless figures only an inch away from him. He quickly used his wooden flute to support the ground and jumped back with all his strength. He only heard "boom"
There was a sound, and someone didn't know who he bumped into.
Looking back, I saw that it was actually the shadow of the third Gong Shuyi!
He almost screamed, but was swallowed alive by Qing Qing.
The movements of these three people were exactly the same. The movements of raising their legs, standing up, and landing were neat and precise. Now surrounded by three sides, Qingqing had no choice but to turn around and rush out a few steps, walking step by step with the scorching sun behind her.
And retreat.
The three figures were still pressing closely. Qingqing was too frightened to take action, so she turned around and ran away.
As soon as she turned around, the dazzling sunlight shone directly into her eyes, forcing Qingqing to raise her hands to cover her eyes. When her green shirt was raised, Qingqing suddenly realized: the encirclement of these three men revealed only one flaw——
The gap on the east side.
Thinking of this, Qingqing's steps suddenly slowed down. If Gongshu Yi really wanted to force him back to Lirong Mountain, wouldn't he become a coward who fled in panic in the Northern Desert?
How can I meet my uncle and grand uncle again?
I came here to search for the traces of the star music score, and I had already given up my life, so how could I give up halfway?
Just when the figure who was chasing behind him stopped, Qingqing froze on the spot for a moment and turned around.
Step after step, solid footsteps stepped on the sand, Qingqing whispered:
"The disciple suddenly wants to try to find out who feeds the crows with his seniors."
Gong Shuyi's strange body was already limp, but after hearing her words, he suddenly stiffened up again. The man snapped his fingers, and Qingqing's hand holding the white jade flute couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Seeing more than a dozen public servants, their faces twisted, they surrounded him in the blink of an eye.
Now that he had no way out, Qingqing stepped on the "Plum Blossom Array", put the wooden flute upright by his mouth, and saw that the wind and rain were about to start in an instant. Just when the "two people" took action, suddenly there was a burst of running and noisy sounds not far away.
Come, with laughter like silver bells echoing in the air:
"Oh, why is uncle carrying his own doll and scaring people everywhere again?"