Qingqing gave way to a few moves, only to feel that the wounds that had healed around him were torn open again. The knife wounds were faint, big beads of sweat dripped from Qingqing's forehead, and the wooden flute in his hand gradually trembled. Opposite him.
The two daughters of the Jiang family looked at Qingqing and saw blood oozing from Qingqing's green robe. They couldn't help but feel strange, and the moves in his hands became more and more fierce.
Normally speaking, Qing Qing had just stood in front of Li Chui, so Gong Shu Yi should have stepped forward to help Qing Qing. However, Gong Shu Wang still had the impression that Linghu was up to no good, so he just stood aside and watched coldly.
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In this way, what was originally a two-for-one contest between the Jiang family and Gongshu Wang turned into a one-versus-two contest between the Qing officials, and they were seriously injured.
Qing Qing saw that there were many people watching, but no one came forward. He felt extremely desperate in his heart. He never wanted to die in a foreign country again when his master was not around. Therefore, he did not care about the blood gushing out from all the old wounds, so that
Using all his strength, he used his next move, "Long Live Withered Vine", which shook the ground, forcing Su Yi Shen Bi to take a few steps back.
Such an outstanding technique was paired with the faint purple light of the white jade flute, which was naturally fierce and a bit chic. When the men from the Northern Desert who gathered in a circle saw this, even though they knew that this woman was not a kind person, they couldn't help but shout out "Hello"
Come.
Regardless of the fact that his whole body was nearly exhausted, Qingqing let out a long whistle, and the flute head shook up the yellow sand in all directions. The poisonous hairpins that were deflected by Shen Bi and planted in the sand flew out with the flow of yellow sand. Qingqing held on to the wood.
He raised his foot and kicked out the flute, causing the hairpins and beads to run back towards the two women along the original path.
Su Yi and Shen Bi hurriedly jumped back to dodge. Seeing the tip of the poisonous hairpin close in front of their eyes, they suddenly became weak. Finally, their strength was exhausted, and they fell into the sand with a clang.
Qingqing leaned on the flute with both hands and was about to fall to the ground in an instant.
Seeing that Qing Qing could no longer perform any powerful moves, Su Yi covered her mouth and smiled, and said in a clear voice: "You have just seen the skills of the disciples of Li Rong Mountain. It seems like this!"
The dust rolled up, the wind suddenly changed, and the cold wind in the middle of the desert kept "whirring" and suddenly changed its momentum. The corner of Suyi's mouth raised a proud arc: "Now let me show you my aunt's kung fu!"
After saying that, he took out a small box with fine embroidery from his sleeve. As soon as the lid of the box was opened, the powdery mist inside was like dust, and all of it dispersed in front of Qingqing with the wind.
poisonous!
Although Qingqing didn't know the duel between Qichuan and Su Yi based on the poison, he immediately saw that the powdery mist dispersed with the wind, and he was afraid that it would seep into his internal organs in an instant. At this moment, the white jade flute became stronger again.
No matter how tough you are, you can't stop the poisonous powder floating in the air from hitting people.
Looking back, King Gongshu and his men didn't seem to realize the power of the poison without a trace. They still held Suiwei in their arms and watched the situation closely. "Rather than fight for a reputation that is not afraid of death?"
, it’s better to live away from this place for a long time.” Thinking of this, Qingqing took out the wooden flute from the dust and held it in his hand, avoiding the poisonous powder, and stepped back step by step.
After retreating to Gong Shuyi's side, Qingqing grabbed Chuchu's small body, held her in her arms, turned around and ran towards leeward.
"Stop!" Gongshu Yi shouted, but he didn't expect her to snatch him away and run away. Before he could react for a moment, he chased after her. The two daughters of the Jiang family thought that Qing Qing was trapped by poison and there was no solution, but they didn't expect it.
Qingqing ignored the rules of competition and ran away without a trace. He looked at each other and hurriedly chased after him.
Su Yi and Shen Bi were practicing poison-based spells. They had been soaked in poison for half their lives, so they were not afraid of the power of the "snow wormwood" scattered into the air. How could a man in the Northern Desert understand it in a moment? It only took a blink of an eye.
In an instant, dust was seen floating in the air, the surroundings were bustling and chaotic, and the men fell down one after another.
The source of the poison varies from person to person. I saw strong men lying on the ground grabbing their own throats, beating their chests like wild monkeys in the forest, and some even almost gouging out their eyeballs.
After running for several miles, Qingqing was holding someone in his arms. He couldn't support him anymore, so he stopped. When he turned around, Gong Shuyi was chasing after him a few steps away. Looking around,
Less than half of the men who ran out with King Gongshu were left, and the rest were almost unable to hold on any longer and fell headlong into the yellow sand while running.
Gong Shuyi raised his hand, and the back of his hand was mottled with purple and black blood. He didn't know when the poisonous gas had seeped into his blood.
Qingqing also raised his hand, only to see that his fingertips were black. After all, he had inhaled some poisonous gas and entered his internal organs. Only Weiwei was held tightly in Qingqing's arms, and all the poisonous powder floating in the air was absorbed by Qingqing's arms.
The back is strong and blocked, and the breathing rises and falls, but there seems to be nothing unusual.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and the figures of the two daughters of the Jiang family chasing after them were already vaguely visible. Gong Shuyi took the unconscious child from Qingqing's arms, held Weiwei in one hand, and held Qingqing's waist in the other, whispering
He said: "Come this way." He then gathered enough internal strength and started running wildly.
The wind blew more and more fiercely, roaring loudly and shaking the sky and the earth. It could overturn dead trees and old rocks. Qingqing was held tightly by Gongshu Yi, and she felt that although he was not much older than herself, his internal strength was still strong.
It was so deep that it was not difficult to carry the two of them running in the desert. As the dust rolled in, the figures of Su Yi and Shen Bi gradually became blurred, and finally they continued to shrink and were out of sight.
When the sound of the wind subsided a little, Qingqing took a closer look: the sun and moon were rising and falling, the water mist was diffuse, the endless desert was dim and yellow, and there seemed to be a touch of cold jade, and there was actually a large lake with faint ripples, flashing in front of a few people.
There are many large boats and small boats around the lake, probably for people from the Northern Desert to cross the lake on weekdays. Gongshu Yi put down Qing Qing, untied a boat by the lake, and without saying a word, pushed it to the shore, and slowly rocked the boat with three people.
Far.
"Drink the chrysanthemum dew to enter the morning, and wear it in the evening with colorful clouds and neon colors. Look at the dusk and see the wild beasts in Linggao. If you think about the thunder and rain, you forget to go home, and the wolf will sing at night. The trees are dark and the stamens are beautiful.
Yao, away from the spirit and cultivating what you think."
Gongshu Yi was alone on the bow of the boat. A bamboo flute came out of nowhere and he blew it silently. He woke up several times, but in the end he had no energy and had to fall asleep again. The desert was desolate and sparse.
There are green plants and herbs, but I don’t know where Gongshu Wang got this crisp bamboo and green flute.
The sound of the bamboo flute is clear and long, which is very different from the piccolo and bone flute. The flowing water and the sad wind pass by, as if penetrating the night sky, and the spring water is choked, whining freely. Qingqing leaned on the stern of the boat, listened attentively, and murmured something in a low voice.
: "The sound of the trumpet is too loud."
The soothing flute sound suddenly stopped. Gong Shuyi turned around and asked, "What?"
"The sound of the horn is too loud, it's almost clearing the horn."
"That's it..." Lowering his head, King Gongshu calmed down again, pressed his finger on the hole of the flute, and blew out a sentence slowly, "Looking at the dusk with the swans and the wild wilderness of Linggao." Following the breath, this time
The tone was indeed quite accurate. Qingqing paused several times and memorized the melody of the flute music, so she sang in a low voice next to the sleeping Suiwen's ear:
"If you miss the thunderstorm and forget to return home, you will stay at night to hear the roar of the heavenly wolf..."
The two of them were playing and singing, and I don't know how much time passed while the lake floated leisurely. Gongshu Yi put down his bamboo flute and quietly came to Qingqing's back:
"……Hello."
"What's wrong?"
"Please tell me, Young Master Linghu." Gongshu Yi swallowed, "How did you develop such an excellent listening skill?"
Qingqing raised his eyebrows: "How did King Gongshu develop his extraordinary internal strength? Qingqing also practiced the art of listening to sounds."
Hearing Qingqing's explanation, Gongshu Yi shook his head, closed his eyes and said, "That's not what I meant. I just saw Linghu Shaoxia try his moves, and it seems that the commonly used moves are not of the musical type." Qingqing did not deny it, nodded and replied:
"When I was practicing martial arts as a child, what I learned was not music."
"That's it..." He was startled, and Gongshu Yi thought to himself, "With such an outstanding ability, I thought he was also a natural master of discerning music." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "What a pity.
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Qing Qing felt strange and asked, "What's the pity?"
Gongshu Yi didn't answer, and went back to the bow of the boat, whining and whining, and started playing again. He only felt that among his crisp and clear timbre, there was a faint chill in the tune. Qingqing looked at the little face that was mumbling in his sleep,
I thought to myself: "Since I have nothing to do in the boat, I might as well practice a few songs, lest my fingering becomes unfamiliar and I have to ask the master to teach me again."
While thinking to himself, he took off the white jade flute and put it to his mouth to blow a few times at will.
It's just that playing like this is too absent-minded. Qingqing tried several pieces of music, but he felt that he couldn't get the point. The flute music he played was stumbling, as if the breath was knotted, and he couldn't untie it no matter how he played. After playing for a while, his head was very dizzy, and then
Putting down the flute, I sighed in my heart:
"It would be great if all magic weapons in the world could be as natural as the Baiyin Qin without any trace of carving."
It's just that in this bustling world, how can everything in nature be in accordance with human wishes? Qingqing shook his head, as if to throw away his childish thoughts, and put the wooden flute back to his waist again. He swung his arms smoothly.
Outside the boat, my fingertips traced the cold water waves, causing tinkling ripples. The sound was surprisingly sweet. "The Baiyin Qin comes from all things, and half sand and half stone can also perform magic. Why not find some around you?"
Talking about things for fun?"
As soon as he jumped up, Qingqing felt as bright as an enlightenment in his heart. Looking around, he saw the sand geese passing through the remaining dusk, and it was another sunset. Looking at the bottom of the lake, the water surface was as clear as a jade plate without traces.
Even the dead grass and gravel are visible.
When King Gongshu wasn't paying attention, Qingqing hung his toes on the edge of the boat, took a deep breath, rushed into the bottom of the lake, and fished out a large, wet stone. The old stone had been lying dormant under the water for hundreds of years, but now he could see it once.
The setting sun has an awe-inspiring and unusual lingering sound.
Qingqing was also soaked all over. He bent his fingers and tapped lightly. He felt that this natural thing from heaven and earth sounded much better than the wooden flute and bamboo flute. The clear and clear sound in his hand continued, and he suddenly thought of:
I don’t know how many days the master and I have been separated. Can we see the mysterious "Baiyinqin" of the owner of Wuling Tomb?