Volume Three, Yinjiang Chapter Seventy-Second Chapter Tiger Face King
Just as the flute head was turning, the sparkling purple light held its inner strength and headed straight for the figure of Gong Shuyi in the middle of the three people. Almost at the same moment, the other two figures jumped up with a "click" and held out two fingers forward until they were clear.
There are acupoints under your left and right ribs.
Hearing a shout in the distance, the four of them were startled and stopped their hands in the air.
Seeing that the flute head was just an inch away from Gongshu Yi's throat, Qingqing did not drop the wooden flute, but turned her head and looked behind the man. "Complain?" Seeing the girl's petite figure stumbling around in the desert, Qingqing asked
He couldn't help shouting, "How did you find this place?"
Qingwei ran up to him and raised his voice: "Uncle! You agreed to play with me today -" Although the three figures of Gong Shuyi were surrounded by this call, they were still standing on the head of Qingqing's wooden flute.
The figure before seemed to be swaying in the wind. The small figure came to the side of the four people, first circled the three strange-faced men a few times, and then raised its head around Qingqing, looking curiously
Look.
Qing Qing raised her head and stared at the approaching enemy from the opposite side: "Liu Su, this is not a place for children to play. Let's go further away." Unexpectedly, when Sui Su heard this, he pouted and said, "Uncle is willing to play dolls with my sister.
Just don’t play with me! Humph!”
Putting her hands on her hips and stamping her feet, the two of them stood quietly in the pine tree in the wind, both of them ignoring her.
"I want to play!" Seeing the two of them looking so absorbed, the girl couldn't help but feel left out. She stepped on her feet and jumped up slightly. Qingqing exclaimed in her heart, seeing that this young child's kung fu was actually pretty good.
With a jerk and a tug, he rode on Gong Shuyi's neck.
I saw Gongshu Yi remained motionless, but Wuwei touched his chin and pulled hard: "Who allowed uncle to come out and scare people with a doll again?"
After being frightened by the clone just now, Qingqing was no longer so afraid of the bizarre things in front of her. However, Qingqing could not help but open her eyes wide when the girl straddled the man's neck and pulled her -
Hidden beneath his disheveled beard and rough face, he saw a handsome young man who was a few years older than himself.
Perhaps it was because he had lived in the mountains and forests for a long time and had never been involved in the world. Seeing the appearance of the young man in front of him, Qingqing felt a little undecided in his heart.
I grew up practicing martial arts, and I never had a clear idea of whether the people around me were good-looking or not. Needless to say, among women, from Senior Sister Qilang to the headmaster of Jimo, to the ones I met recently
Master Yang of Wuling Tomb rarely leaves a variety of surprises to those who have seen them; among the men, Qingqing did not realize until Sui Sui tore off this person's face -
The Gongshu Yi in front of him was dressed in a shabby attire, which was incompatible with the delicate expression on his face. His facial features seemed to be carved by heaven, embedded in the angular face.
Even if a first-class painter looked at it, he probably wouldn't be able to find any flaws.
Is there anyone with such an appearance in the world? Qingqing's wooden flute froze in the air, not knowing what to do.
Weiwei rode on Gongshuyi's neck for a long time, and saw that the two of them were still looking at each other coldly, in a stalemate. She just said that the two of them were indulging in having fun and refused to stop. She was bored out of her mind being left alone, but she didn't know that it was her uncle who
Jianghu's rare and outstanding appearance makes foreign guests extremely hesitant.
With his cheeks puffed up, Suwei suddenly had an idea in his mind and shouted loudly: "Sister Linghu, do you think the dolls made by my uncle are powerful?"
As expected, Qingqing tilted her head slightly and asked, "What doll?"
"Of course they are these white-bearded dolls!" Weiwei stood up and jumped quickly from Gongshuyi's shoulders to the waist of another "Gongshuyi", "Look!" As he said this, he didn't know how Weiwei was doing in this second place.
When a person twists his waist, he hears a sudden "click" sound.
I saw this "Gong Shuyi" with a shaggy beard on his face, the muscles of his limbs tightened strangely, he lifted up tremblingly, and made a waving gesture from a distance.
Qiu Su raised her face proudly and looked at Sister Linghu.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing heard a strange twisting sound suddenly, and his tense nerves were suddenly frightened. He subconsciously deflected the attack of the wooden flute in his hand towards the source of the sound. The wooden flute was filled with internal energy, and it continued to move.
Xiao Tou saw only light and shadow for a moment, and it was too late to stop.
Another heavy blow hit the doll's neck.
The neck of "Fake Gongshu Yi" couldn't withstand this heavy blow. With a cracking sound, the body and head were separated, and the expressionless head flew straight away several feet away.
It turned out that these three people came and went without a trace, and they looked the same as before. They were actually two dolls made of wood!
"It's amazing..." Qingqing didn't even realize it, so she praised her in a low voice. Thinking that she thought the doll was a ghost and was so scared that she almost ran away, she couldn't help but blush a little. When she saw that she was playing a wooden flute,
Then he smashed the doll to pieces. Qingqing couldn't help but feel guilty, so he leaned over and bowed:
"This junior is ignorant and has ruined the hard work of my predecessor... young hero. I forgive you, young hero."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gongshu Yi laughed coldly and said indifferently: "Young hero Linghu would be so cruel to a wood without flesh and blood; how could he be so cruel to the descendants of Jimo in Yaya Mo?"
Are you going to kill them all?"
Hearing his aggressive question, Qing Qing was speechless and raised her head blankly.
If it had been anyone else, Qing Qing would have argued loudly and wanted to fight to the death with the other party; but here in the northern desert, the sky is filled with yellow sand, and when he thinks of the words from the stars, "The clouds are falling and the fog is rising, the sand returns to the dead."
Even though he was depressed and uncomfortable, Gongshu Yi stood proudly in front of him and questioned him. Qingqing felt that there was something blocked in his throat and could not speak.
After a moment of silence, he murmured half a sentence: "All the disciples of Lirong Mountain practice martial arts and rituals, and they never leave the mountain. How can they have the idea of driving out other sects and sects?"
"Really?" Gongshu Yi raised the corner of his mouth, feeling that this rhetoric was very funny, "Please give me some advice from Young Master Linghu. If Linghu hadn't taken action, how could the third prince of Jimo have died in Yeping?"
Qingqing tilted her head and bit her lip, unwilling to answer.
Gongshu Yi only thought that she had a ghost in her heart and did not dare to speak, so he stepped forward and continued: "If Linghu Heroine really feels that she is reasonable, she might as well go to the statue of Yiyamo and have a comparison. Huang Sha
It may be able to fascinate people's eyes, but people's hearts cannot hide from the gaze of the statue. After all, it is clear what is right and wrong. Who wins and who loses, let the statue teach you a thing or two." After that, he stared straight into Qingqing's eyes to see if this was possible.
She was so frightened that she flinched and begged for mercy.
Unexpectedly, Qingqing nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
Qingqing still didn't know yet, but the statue that the Gongshu boy was talking about was the terrifying stone statue with three heads, seven eyes, four arms and nine bodies that Linghu's master and apprentice had seen in the Northern Desert.
The remoteness of the Northern Desert, coupled with the sandy and yellow sand, makes it not as suitable for long-term living as the other three places. Therefore, it has been passed down from generation to generation to this day, and its Jimo lineage is still passed down, and is attributed by the world to its pious and dedicated service.
Because of ghosts and gods.
Just because "the way of heaven is natural and cannot be forced upon", the descendants of Beimo have never questioned why this stone statue has three heads, four arms, seven eyes and nine bodies. They only know that it is a gift from God, which makes sense.
Gongshuyi walked in front with his head held high, without stopping and without saying a word. He only said that Qingqing was a stranger from a desert and did not know how to respect ghosts and gods. Only then did he have the courage to ask for an explanation in front of the statue. "Please wait."
God punishes rape and eradicates evil, so let you wait for those who have done all the bad things to pay for it with blood!" As he walked by himself, seeing Qingqing following behind him with brisk steps, Gongshu Yi thought to himself.
Only Xiao Sui didn't know when it happened. He was held in Qingqing's arms and excitedly pointed at the beautiful scenery in the Northern Desert.
Seeing the vague traces of people in front of him, it seemed that there were a lot of people and the formation was very neat. Qingqing couldn't help but slow down, but saw Gong Shuyi walking in with his chest held out and his hands behind his back. Suddenly, there was a loud shout from all over the world:
"See King Gongshu!"
Gongshu Yi ignored everyone, as if he was used to this scene, and walked towards the tent alone. Qingqing looked around, and saw only those chatting just now, squinting eyes and dozing, looking up to the sky with a long smile. It was very quiet for a moment. Then he said:
They stood up with a clang, and regardless of what was thrown or dropped on the floor, they all raised their hands and bent down, and saluted Gongshu Yi in unison.
The sound of worshiping just now was even louder.
Qingqing held the complaint in his arms and followed Gongshu Yi into the tent. From the outside, this big tent looked no different from other sand tents in the desert. It was only after entering that he realized how magnificent it was.
, it is definitely not comparable to ordinary tents.
Gold and silver ornaments, tea cups and wine cups, Qing Qing had never seen such luxury even in Nanlin.
Several of the maids were immersed in tidying up and sweeping. When they saw Gong Shuyi lift the curtain and enter the door, they all stopped their movements, looked shy, and whispered "Blessings" in their mouths. Suiwei seemed to be used to this place, pulling a few
The maid's hands went to play outside the tent. Several maids who were about the same age as Qing Qing did not forget to turn around and smile at Gongshu Wang before leaving the tent.
Before I could stand still, I heard a burst of noise outside the tent, and a deep voice shouted outside: "The king of public defeat! I haven't seen you for a long time!"
Following the sound of people coming, a burst of laughter came one after another, and several people entered the house one after another. Three strong men covered in tendons, like other big men in the Northern Desert, also had their upper bodies exposed, with a bag hanging around their waists.
With a scimitar in hand, he always laughs and smells of wine.
If you look closely, you will see that most of the men in the Northern Desert have black ink patterns on their bodies, but these three people have tattoos with shiny gold edges.
The leader had a big tiger painted on his belly, with fierce eyes and bared teeth, which was very lifelike. When he saw Gong Shuyi, he came up and hugged his shoulders, laughing loudly and saying:
"You boy, once you were made the king by the master, I thought you had forgotten all about our brothers!" Seeing Gong Shuyi chuckle softly, this man punched him hard in the chest: "Say it.
!Where did this girl with good wine fall in love with you and know how to ask your old man to get a share of the pie? "
King Gongshu didn't answer, and naturally looked in the direction of Qing Qing.
Qingqing couldn't help but put his palm on the wooden flute when he heard that these people's words were not elegant, and they said something like "good wine girl". The man glanced at Qingqing, shouted "Hey" and shook his head
:
"Brother, I thought you were some kind of stunning beauty! You, a child who grew up in the northern desert, when did you fall in love with the skinny, skinny monkey outside?" At this point, he narrowed his eyes, "
If you, the loser king, also have no way of coming back, you can find three of us brothers, and you will be able to find something that satisfies us!"