Volume Three, Yin Jiang, Chapter Seventy-Four, Unjust Mo Bai
"The will of the gods is not like this. Brother, you might as well think about it carefully." He let go of Taji's hand and narrowed his eyes. "If the witch really harmed the princess, the two princes and Li Zhushi God should teach us how to deal with it."
She should be cut into pieces." Hearing what he said made some sense, King Taji put down his machete and saw Gongshu Yi pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, whispering: "But if the establishment of Rongshan Mountain has nothing to do with this matter,
After all, how could Brother Taji suddenly gain magical power and turn defeat into victory with that one move at the most critical point?"
There were very few people in the world who had heard of the "Bi Zhen Sword Technique". Gong Shuyi didn't know the name of the move, but he could only see that it concentrated strength.
"Hey!" King Taji stamped his feet anxiously, "So after thinking about it, what is the result?"
Clenching his fist, King Gongshu nodded as if he had made up his mind: "In my humble opinion, since the demon girl is involved in this matter, but her life is protected by Li Zhushi God, we might as well keep her here until my sister comes back from tuning the piano.
After that, make plans.”
The three men exchanged glances with each other, but no one could come up with a better idea.
In this case, Gongshu Yi stepped forward and sealed several key acupuncture points of Qingqing. Although his hands, feet and limbs were numb and unable to move, fortunately, the acupuncture points were sealed and the bleeding stopped, and the stab wounds gradually eased a lot. Qingqing
He felt that he had been chopped countless times all over his body. He was weak from blood loss and was almost unconscious.
He didn't have the strength to struggle at all, so he could only let a few followers tie his hands and feet tightly with long ropes, and drag them outside the tent.
Qingqing closed her eyes: Xingxing, I will fight for you in front of the gods of the Northern Desert, but I don’t owe you anything...
A burst of tearing pain came from all over the body. Although Qingqing closed her eyes, trying to find this sudden pain in the darkness, she felt that her whole body was connected together, burning, and there was almost no intact place. "Hiss——"
She couldn't help but utter a sound of pain, and another huge thrust ripped through her whole body. Qingqing finally couldn't help it and opened her eyes all of a sudden.
It turned out that the night was like water, the sound of sand was quiet, and the little face with teardrops came into view.
As if frightened by the blood stains on Qingqing's head and face, Qingqing cautiously took a step forward, eyelashes fluttering, and hugged Qingqing's clothes that were soaked with the smell of blood.
Qingqing tried to move, but except for the pain caused by the extra wounds, most of the wounds miraculously stopped bleeding, and some even had a thin layer of scabs. Qingqing tugged on Qingqing's arm.
Only then did Qing realize that his hands and feet had been tied up, and even now it was completely dark, but he still couldn't move at all.
Weiwei asked quietly: "Does it hurt?"
Qingqing forced a smile and shook her head, but two lines of tears remained unsatisfactory.
"Sister...are you hungry?" As she spoke, she fumbled for two small cakes from her clothes.
Being seriously injured, Qingqing had no appetite for food. But she still nodded, and then she tore open the two pancakes and fed them into Qingqing's mouth one after another.
"Sister..." Seeing that Xingliu was about to speak again, Qingqing felt a slight noise in her ears. She quickly turned her body and pressed against Xingliu's head, and whispered: "Don't, don't talk, someone is coming.
"
As soon as he heard the complaint, he immediately stopped talking and hugged Qingqing in his arms.
Across the wind, Qingqing concentrated on her ears and could only hear a few vague greetings from the tent in the distance: "So this is the famous King Gongshu who lives in seclusion in the Northern Desert! It's true that seeing it is better than hearing it a hundred times.
, as soon as we, the two of us, arrived at your Yi Ya territory, why didn’t we come here right away!” As the distance between the tent grew further, Qing Qing was still surprised in her heart——
This enthusiastic flattery is sharp and charming, and it is clearly the voice of Mrs. Jiang Suyijiang!
"Madam, you're welcome." After a few vague greetings, Gong Shuyi heard Gong Shuyi continue: "I would like to ask, madam, after traveling thousands of miles to come here, is there anything I can do for you?"
"I know that King Gongshu is easy to talk to!" Jiang Chenbi chuckled, "No better than the head of Jimo, he doesn't take our mother and daughter seriously!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, as if Su Yi was beside him.
He was just scolding. He only heard Gong Shuyi continue to say: "The master has many things to do every day. If I have neglected a few distinguished guests, please forgive me."
Jiang Suyi gradually lowered her voice, and Qingqing had to stretch his ears to barely hear something clearly: "I am the widow of Nan Sui Qiong Lin Nan Xiao Nan. If Dongshan Li Rong hadn't done all the evil deeds, she would have killed as much as
Damn, my husband’s life was taken away in one day, and I’m not like today, running away alone with my young daughter... I’m like a bereaved dog, all I want is a place for the two of me to stay...” When she said it later, she actually started to sob.
Choking and crying.
"King Gongshu... I cried hoarsely in front of the various sects, but those heartless Nanlin sects stood aside one by one, forgetting all the kindness that Master Nan had shown them before... King Gongshu!" Er
The person seemed to kneel on the ground with a "plop", "I came here to Beimo, so I asked the head of Jimo and King Gongshu to make a decision for this huge injustice!"
He couldn't stop talking, and the sound of crying and wailing suddenly started, which could be heard for miles.
Qingqing listened carefully, but did not hear Gongshuyi's comforting words for a moment. It was not until the mother and daughter's tears subsided that she heard Gongshuyi say: "The dispute between Nanlin and Dongshan happened more than 20 years ago.
The Eight Music Society was in trouble because Duke Zhuangyuan gave the priceless white jade flute to others without authorization. I dare to ask Mrs. Jiang, does she know why Head Nan wanted to find the descendant of Linghu ten years later?
Is it possible to take back the white jade flute with all your strength even with the palm that is 'three-thirds into the wood'?"
Listening to this, Qing Qing secretly said: "I didn't expect that the 'cold-faced king' of the Northern Desert knows a lot about Master and Master. Let's listen further and see what else they can say."
Mrs. Jiang started crying again: "I don't know what I really know..." She hummed quietly, and Qingqing thought to herself: "God knows this, and earth knows it, and friends know it. Among the living seniors, who knows about it?"
"I heard Su Yi continue to say intermittently: "I only remember that Master Nan said... that the wooden flute contains some big secret that has been buried in the world for hundreds of years..."
Big secret? Out of curiosity, Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes wide. She couldn't hear what a few people were saying. When she saw that a lot of color had returned to Qingqing's pale face, she blinked her bright little eyes. It was strange.
stop.
"What's the secret!" Gong Shuyi's voice suddenly became louder, almost startling Qing Qing, "Now I'm going to tell my wife that what's hidden in that wooden flute is the old Nanlin score of "Fan Ya Ji"!
"
There was a sudden silence in the air, and Jiang Suyi didn't seem to understand what Gong Shuyi was talking about.
Gongshu Yi's stern voice sounded again: "I don't know whether Madam really doesn't know or is pretending not to know. But since Madam is at a loss at the moment, I'll allow you to explain to Madam: "Fan Ya Ji" compiled by Zhuangyuan Gong,
There are not only cutting-edge works by contemporary famous artists, but also classics passed down by predecessors of all generations. However, the number one scholar was lost at the banquet, and the new and old scores in Dongshan, West Lake, Nanlin, and Beimo disappeared."
Not to mention Jiang Suyi and Jiang Shenbi, even Qingqing felt shocked when he listened from a distance, as if he had not woken up from a dream.
"The reason why Sect Master Nan is anxious to take back the white jade flute that was given to Linghu Lady by the number one scholar is that he somehow knows the secret of the white jade flute -" Gongshu Yi sneered, "On top of that wooden flute, there is a hidden text called "Translation of the Flute".
The old score of "Elegant Collection" in Nanlin!"
After a moment of silence, Mrs. Jiang seemed to have stopped sobbing: "Thank you, King Gongshu, for your advice."
Gongshu Yi didn't answer.
"I just don't know such secret things. Where did King Gongshu hear about it?"
"It's okay to tell Madam." Listening to this emotionless tone, Qingqing could already imagine Gong Shuyi frowning impatiently in front of Su Yi, "In the battle of Wuming Valley, my sister and Wizard Luo both
Was included in the invitation."
"The master of Wu Ling's tomb is here too?" Qingqing frowned this time, "If Master Yang had seen me more than ten years ago, he should still have an impression of that time."
Hearing Su Yi swallow her saliva, there was no crying in her words, and she just said calmly: "My mother and daughter have no way to redress their grievances, and it has been a year and a half. This winter, I finally heard the words of the owner of Wuling Tomb, 'Unite Baiyin, fight together'"
With the title of Qing Yi, I went to all the trouble to defect to the Northern Desert... I beg Gongshu King to take my mother and daughter in!"
"Please take me in, please!" After Su Yi, Shen Bi also shouted loudly.
The lingering sound of the two shouting loudly echoed in the desert sky for a long time, and even some complaints were heard. Not knowing what they meant, they looked at Qingqing curiously. Gongshu Yi sighed:
"My sister's words of 'together we fight against Tsing Yi' are not what people in the world understand. We have captured the seductress in Tsing Yi and are just waiting for my sister to come back before executing her. It is difficult for me to do my best for Mrs. Jiang, so please bring her back."
These words made Qing Qing's heart feel hot and cold. Could it be that when Master Yang comes back, he will really agree to the cold King Gongshu hanging his head outside and feeding it to the crows?
The footsteps were vaguely messy, and it must have been the mother and daughter of the Jiang family who persuaded Gongshu not to move, so they wanted to walk out of the tent. However, the footsteps stopped for a moment, and it was Shen Bi's voice that suddenly said: "Since Gongshu is the king,
Now that Linghu Demon Girl has been captured, why not let me meet my mother, just give her a few slaps to vent her anger?"
Gongshu Yi seemed to shake his head and smiled: "If Young Master Jiang doesn't believe it, there is no need to use such a provocative method." He paused and then said, "There is something, it doesn't hurt to check it out with Madam Young Hero." After that, he said.
, several strong men stepped on the ground with solid footsteps. They must have obtained the order from King Gongshu to get something unknown.
An ominous premonition came to Qingqing's heart. When she lowered her head and looked, the white jade flute around her waist was indeed missing.
"This flute—" Gongshu Yi took the white jade flute from his entourage, "is the evidence that I, the people in the Northern Desert, have captured the witch."
Before Gongshu Yi could finish his words, he heard the whistling sound of the wind, and Gongshu Yi suddenly took a few steps back. Su Yi's sharp shout suddenly pierced the night sky: "King Gongshu is so bold, don't blame me, mother and daughter.