Volume Three Yinjiang Chapter Seventy-ninth Recalling the Past
The two Yang siblings looked towards the beach, and sure enough, two footprints, one deep and one shallow, had not been submerged by the lake water. Looking at each other blankly, Gongshu Yi could not help but be slightly surprised——
I saw Master Linghu's green robe blown up by the wind, walking behind Sister Yang.
Ziqin had already heard a few sporadic conversations between the two before leaving the boat. She walked onto the boat and just glanced at the path left by the footprints. Then she said to Yang: "You go back first, I'll go look for it."
." After saying that, he turned around to leave. Just as Ziqin turned around for a moment, Yang Wei reached out and grabbed his wrist, raised his eyes and said lightly: "Don't go."
Seeing Ziqin stunned, Yang Su lowered his head and whispered: "Maybe the children are just having fun, please wait here for a while. If the two children don't come back after being away for a long time, it won't be too late for the leader to set out to look for them."
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Having said this, Yang Wei put his hand on his bulging belly, and a smile appeared on his pale face.
Ziqin looked at her, first staring quietly at her eyes as clear as spring water, and then sighed. Inadvertently, Ziqin broke away from Yang Wei's hand on her wrist and asked gently: "We have known each other for many years, Wei."
, don’t you know how everything in the heaven and earth generates sounds, and a hundred sounds generate instruments?”
At this point, Yang Wei's fingers wandering around his abdomen suddenly stopped inadvertently.
Ziqin ignored her hesitation and continued: "The music and temperament techniques that we and other descendants have learned now seem to be several volumes and layers of thick layers, but they are just what our ancestors listened to and memorized in their hearts. Regardless of whether the cicadas are cicadas in the middle of the night or not.
Whether it's singing or a stream is flowing, all sounds have their own sound. They are born at the end of the world and die with the vastness of the universe. In this way, the disciples understand that you are born with excellent music skills, how can you not know the profound meaning of it? "
After hearing only half of it, Yang Su turned his head, as if he didn't want to listen anymore, but he didn't stop Ziqin from continuing.
It wasn't until Ziqin's words fell and she was silent for a long time that the woman hugged her body again, as if she wanted to hold the child in her belly tightly in her arms. Yang Wei had tears in his eyes and said tremblingly: "Liu Wei is my first child."
One child, and the Baiyinqin is the second one." At this point, his throat suddenly stopped.
Her eye circles were red, and the woman's voice was so quiet and even a little unusual: "No mother would give up her child."
Although her voice was not very high-pitched, it conveyed a firm strength in her gentleness. Ziqin shook her head and stared at the owner of Wuling Tomb for a moment. Seeing that he was trying to persuade her not to move, she had to lower her head and say: "You are pregnant."
Don't stand for too long, go back early."
Seeing Gongshu Yi standing aside with a confused expression, he smiled and said hello: "I haven't had time to talk to King Gongshu yet." After saying that, in the blink of an eye, the green figure disappeared on the boat. In the distance, the back of the green robe could be seen.
At the end of the desert and the scorching sun, it condenses into a small grain of sand.
It is said that at midnight last night, Qingqing chased Xingwei all the way and ran for several miles in the quicksand. Xingwei's pace was so fast that Qingqing had to hold her breath and run with all her strength before she could finally outrun the four or five-year-old child.
Getting closer.
In the remote northern desert, there are quicksands that can eat people everywhere. Qingqing is afraid that if he complains about an inadvertent move, it will fall without a trace.
It wasn't until Qingqing stretched out her arm that her fingertips were about to touch Chuchu's shoulder. Chuchu suddenly stopped without warning. Qingqing couldn't see clearly in the darkness, seeing the girl's stiff body just beside her.
Half a foot in front of him, Qingqing immediately inserted his wooden flute into the sand, and slid out the "Hundred Jun Crossbow Hair" on his upper body.
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After rushing out for a few minutes, he turned back to the front of him without any bias.
The muscles all over Qiwei's body bulged one after another, like swollen little bumps, but they were so hard that she couldn't feel anything. Her lips were pursed tightly, and the braid on her head was still swaying in the wind.
It's just that the girl's eyes were wide open like a lost calf, staring blankly into the distance, scattering bursts of faint and strange light.
"Liu Wei?" Qingqing tried to push her, but her whole body was completely distraught and she was almost pushed to the ground. Qingqing quickly reached out and picked her up, but felt that she was pushed hard.
Pull——
Sui Su has become so heavy that she no longer looks like a child.
Looking back at the way she came, many of the footprints had been blurred by the wind. Qingqing could hardly hold her anymore, so she grabbed her arm, carried her on her back, and tried to walk back step by step in the direction she came from. But Qingqing just couldn't hold her anymore.
Watching the two people's footsteps light up and fade away, in the end, they disappeared without a trace.
Qingqing looked up and saw that the surrounding scenery was nothing more than the intersection of vast lakes and sand, but it seemed as if he had never seen it before.
After walking for a while, something became more and more wrong. Qingqing looked up at the clear night sky. The shiny Big Dipper seemed to be on his left just now. At this time, for some unknown reason, the handle of the spoon suddenly turned around.
The child was left ahead of him.
With a long sigh, Qingqing thought to herself, if only she had Qixue's ability to never get lost.
As he walked in a daze, the desert seemed to be one after another, and there was no end to it at the end of the sky. He didn't know how long he walked, but Qingqing tried to concentrate on his ears, hoping to hear if he could hear the sound of Gong Shuyi sleeping soundly around him.
snore.
What a coincidence. What a coincidence. There is no trace of the rising and falling breathing in sleep. The rustling ground and the faint sound of noise came. It seemed that there were cups and cups interlacing somewhere, and I could hear the bustle.
When there is a distant sound, you can smell the aroma of meat wafting in the air.
A few miles away, another Northern Desert King's tent was brightly lit. Dozens of Northern Desert men were sitting on the ground. Regardless of the cool night breeze, they still exposed the eagles, wolves, tigers and leopards tattooed on their chests, surrounded by people.
Sitting in front of the fire. I don't know if it was a calf or a lamb. It was skinned, and the five-flowered animal was kidnapped on top of the fire, and was carved up amidst the rough laughter of the men.
Qingqing stared at the oil dripping from the surface of the fat meat, and her saliva almost flowed to her chin with greed.
I was in the boat with my father, and I didn't save anything to eat. I had just run around in the middle of the night, and my stomach was so hungry that I almost pressed my forehead against my back. When I looked back, I saw the girl was hanging her head on his shoulder.
, seemed to have fallen asleep again.
Quickly, Qingqing stepped forward a few steps, hiding behind an empty tent, and stretched out her head to look at the source of the smell of meat.
Where the fresh meat is grilled, the meat oil is constantly emitting heat, almost rushing to Qingqing's face. I can see that around the fire in front of me, the tender white meat tendons are brushed with a layer of golden and rich sauce aroma.
The oil and gas exploded with a "tingling" sound, almost fragrant the air and fainted into the blazing fire.
Several men laughed loudly, and their thick fingers rushed forward one by one, tearing into the soft and fat body.
The more he saw the eyes of the strong men sharing the fat meat, and the shiny oil bulging on their cheeks, the more Qingqing felt lonely and uncomfortable, the fire under the fat lamb seemed to be roasting his anxious heart.
Like. I just saw those fingers covered with miso powder, salt and meat oil, each one thicker than my own wooden flute, Qing Qing
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He almost took a step forward, but couldn't help but hesitate——
Looking around, we can see that there are at least dozens to hundreds of people sitting around the sand here. I walked out strutting in my green clothes stained with blood and with holes hanging out, wouldn't I be taken advantage of by these indiscriminate Northern Desert men?
Can the prey be hung directly in the center of the fire and roasted together with the fat lamb?
After tiptoeing back to the tent, Qingqing took a breath and was about to use the "Bi Zhen Qing Gong" to jump to another place when she suddenly heard a harsh noise, and an unusual young voice came faintly through the smoke of fireworks. Her curiosity aroused,
Qingqing hurriedly focused his ears, and he heard a child's voice, seeming to be asking someone else something:
"Master, these meats are so delicious, why don't you take a bite?"
"I thought about the impending disaster in Yi Ya Mo. Looking at these fresh sheep and fat cattle, it was like the last meal of a death row prisoner. I felt depressed, so I couldn't eat it."
Next to the crisp child's voice, there was a deeper voice of an old man. Although Qingqing didn't know how old this elder was, the sound in his trembling throat was rich and clear. He was obviously like a magic master with extremely rare internal skills.
In his mind, Qingqing always recalled the old man's last words, and secretly pondered: "There are many resourceful people in the Northern Desert, and they are also loyal and loyal. How can we say 'a big disaster is coming'?"
Looking back at the fragrant steaming meat, Qingqing swallowed, turned around and was about to leave. Just as he raised his feet, he heard the childish voice clearly, and suddenly it came to his ears again: "Master, if
The Northern Desert is so dangerous, and there are so many sects in the world, why doesn't anyone come to save us?"
With a deep shock in her heart, Qingqing quietly stepped down, stood on the spot, and listened with concentration and bated breath.
"Haha..." The old man laughed dryly, "Good boy, do you know what kinds of magic sects there are in today's world?"
"Disciple knows!" the little boy shouted excitedly, "the most famous ones are Dongqin, Xizheng, Nanxiao and Beidi. There are also countless other eight-tone and six-tone arts in various sects.
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After hearing this, the old man seemed to have touched the child's head and was silent for a moment. He coughed and spoke again: "That's right! Meng'er is absolutely right. In today's arena, the four sects of zither, flute, flute and flute are indeed the most powerful.
People admire it.”
"Among them, Dongshan Lirong was founded by the Linghu clan, and later generations called it the 'head of Mochen'; Beiyi Yamo worshiped the Lizhu Stone God and worshiped the descendants of Jimo. The predecessors of the established sect later became monks, and today we are
He is known as the 'monk'. As for the beggar girl in Nanlin and the ancestors of the Wen family in West Lake, they have not left much writing, so the world knows only a little, and most of them are just speculations."
When the old man said this, he took a few breaths, and the boy hurriedly patted him on the back. Not to mention the child, even Qing Qing, who was listening to all the heads of the various sects, could not help but feel in his heart.
Be silent and think carefully.
"Master." While he was deep in thought, the boy asked again, "We have been eating and sleeping in Yiyamo, but what Master taught me are all the witchcraft techniques passed down from West Lake. So we can be regarded as the descendants of West Lake.
Or a descendant of the Northern Desert?"
The moment the boy finished speaking, it seemed that there was some mystery hidden in his words. Qingqing felt a burst of sparks igniting all over her body, and the memories in her mind exploded instantly. "The witchcraft of West Lake...the witchcraft of West Lake!"
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Every word and every word is related to the back of the masked black robe in the Wuming Valley in the first year of Huachu.