The warm wind blew and ruffled Linghu Ziqin's long black jade-like hair.
The breath coming from the mountain pass made Ziqin feel strange. There are four distinct seasons in Lirong Mountain, but Ziqin was already 30 years old, but he had never set foot under the mountain for most of his life. Standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at the dark farm buildings in the distance, he hesitated for a moment.
Where to go first.
It was getting dark, but for some reason the lights in the distance to the south were faintly shining, which was unusual. I thought that I would not be able to avoid the cumbersome process of Broken Qionglin when I went down the mountain this time, so I might as well make up my mind to go there and try my luck.
When the sky dawned, the brightly lit places finally became quiet, and men and women with disheveled hair and shuffling steps could be seen everywhere in the streets, greeting and sending each other off. After dawn, the flower tower lost its lights and swayed, just looking dusty and exuding the smell of sweat.
The streets and alleys look even more dilapidated than the remains of military battles a hundred years ago.
At this moment, it is not as noisy as the music and dancing at midnight when the rooster crows, but from time to time there is the sound of a rotating shaft tuning strings. There are many colorful girls upstairs and downstairs in disheveled clothes, holding a Liuqin or Ruan in their arms, leaning against
Yawning on the ground.
This day was no different than usual.
The common folk songs in the market are dumb and mocking, and they cannot reach Ziqin's ears. If Ziqin was not used to reading poems and books by sages and could not think of some vulgar words to describe this series of messy and unwritten tunes, it would be simply
"Keng Heng's mother opened the door for Wen Heng - Wen Heng is home."
It was in this jingling chaos that a gentle tune from somewhere floated faintly into the morning air:
"The shadow falls under the plum blossom, and the sound and appearance are vague. In the flying white lamp, the red plum falls in the east."
Ziqin stopped. Naturally, she had never heard such a tune on Lirong Mountain, and it suddenly seemed inexplicably familiar to her. It was as if long-buried memories were being uncovered layer by layer. She couldn't help thinking, while looking towards a towering
Walk towards the flower tower that enters the clouds.
Opening the door, the elderly, fat woman sitting in the lobby on the first floor glanced at the door and ignored it. I thought that Ziqin had been running around all night. At this moment, her hair was messy and dark circles were looming. If she had left something behind, she would have returned.
It was no surprise that he was looking for a customer. Ziqin did not explain, and walked straight in silently. When he raised his head, he happened to meet the young master who appeared at the top of the stairs and met his eyes.
The young man in white walked downstairs quickly, his steps were light and neat, and his movements were light, like a child who didn't know what kind of magic he was practicing.
An exquisitely carved white hairpin swayed slightly around the young master's waist. The tiger head pattern on the hairpin was so lifelike that even a child running around in crotchless pants on the sewage streets could tell who the owner of this white hairpin was. Ziqin took a step forward.
He stepped forward and grabbed the young man's shoulders.
The young man reacted very quickly and immediately jumped back. Unfortunately, Ziqin's shot hit him. The young man felt a sudden pain in his shoulder and was unable to jump out.
There are only three people in Nan Xiao's family who can produce this white chi, except for one woman, who is this one?
Without waiting for Ziqin to hesitate, the intermittent minor tune upstairs unexpectedly became coherent again:
"The shadow falls under the beauty, the sound and appearance are mixed..."
Nan Jiayou quietly stared at the face of the man in green robe who suddenly appeared in front of him with his hair slightly messy. The man in green robe also looked into his eyes calmly. This was the first time Jiayou felt that in this world, except for his father,
In addition, there is a heavy sense of oppression surrounded by other strangers.
The calmness in the eyes of the man in green robes seemed to be something that could not be resolved by a simple Huata tune. Thinking of this, Jiayou concentrated all his strength on his right shoulder, suddenly exerted force, and jumped back as hard as he could. Unexpectedly, the man in green robes was at this moment.
After letting go of his hand, Nan Jiayou was unable to withdraw his strength. With a sudden "snap", he fell to the ground on all fours at the gate.
Without even having time to get up and look back, Jiayou hurriedly ran away.
"What a neat movement!" Ziqin admired coldly in his heart. Looking back upstairs, the intermittent Ruan sound suddenly stopped.
Ziqin never expected that even the people from "Ruixin Tower" would be involved. But now that the mystery was revealed, there was no need to go upstairs and hurt another life. Ziqin turned around and left the tower, following the boy in white.
He chased him in the same direction.
"Ruixin Pagoda" is world-famous for its plucking technique. It has been passed down by women for hundreds of years, which is an inheritance that is older than Dongqin, Xizheng, Nanxiao, and Beidi. By the time Ziqin left, it was already more than half a century ago.
The shouts and hawking in the streets and alleys are endless, and the aroma of breakfast is faintly wafting in the air.
Ziqin exchanged the jade pendant she carried with her for some sesame cakes and hot porridge, and listened attentively to the gossips of men, women, and children from far and near. "I heard that there were some troubles between officers and soldiers last night?"
"No, it has been three or four times. Wherever there are beautiful girls, there will be trouble!"
"Okay, from now on you should save your own money to find the flower tower. I heard that a new group of Shuinen boys who play Liuqin have arrived, hehe..."
The words that followed were unbearable, so Ziqin withdrew his attention and found a weaving and dyeing workshop. He used the remaining scraps of silver to dye his cyan robe black, and then let his long hair down, guessing that the boy in white would not recognize him for a while.
Then he went straight to Nan Xiao's hometown.
Bright torches stretched across ten miles, and the sound of orders one after another surged out from Nanlin Ancient Ink City, making the earth buzz. In the largest golden palace in the city, it was even brighter than daylight, and guests were drinking wine.
Like drunken night birds on the branches, groups of them chattered nonsense.
The layers of laughter seemed to tear down the roof, and no one cared even though the juice from the rice noodles was spilled on the goose down carpet.
Today is the 60th birthday of the leader of Broken Qionglin Nanxiao Nan. On May 23rd of the 11th year of Hua Chu, today is a good day for the 60th birthday of the head of Broken Qionglin Nanxiao Nan. Large and well-known sects from far and near came to celebrate his birthday, and there were also small sects joining the crowd.
, looking forward to sharing a piece of the wedding cake in the busy day. Nan Jiayou stood behind his father with his hands tied, frowning slightly, his expression like an old man's facial makeup was incompatible with the excitement in all directions.
From time to time, Jiayou glanced at the leader Wen Xianwen who was chatting and laughing freely. Looking at the cold black and white light on the head of Ruodong's sword that day, he was afraid that the two of them had recognized the purple-clothed Ayu Shutan Ruan Zhi before his own soldiers arrived.
External skills.
In other words... Jiayou couldn't help but shudder.
Ruo Dong also stood silently behind Wen Xian, his hazy eyes must have filtered out the restless noise. At this time, the Yin Yang Sword was like an old man, hanging silently on Ruo Dong's waist. Wen
Xian stood up, raised his wine cup, and walked calmly to Nan Xiao:
"Wan Shengxian, I would like to congratulate Master Nan on his 60th birthday. I wonder if Madam's injury is okay?"
"Hahahaha..." Nan Xiao stood up slowly and came to Wen Xian with a wine glass, "We are having a small banquet with our own family, how can Master Wen be so polite? No problem, no problem!"
"The senior leader has an excellent flute player by his side, a handsome and talented person who will inherit the family business, and a beautiful and loving wife beside him who will grow old together - this kind of blessing is something that others can't even dream of!"
Nan Xiao pretended to glare: "Xizheng, if you continue to mock me like this, I will not be able to bear the loss of my blessings!"
Wen Xian smiled broadly: "Everything Wan Sheng said has been witnessed with my own eyes." Then he added:
"The last time Jiayou went out, he didn't fall behind at all with Mr. Ruodong, right?"
Jiayou stood there, hearing what sounded like a thunderstorm falling from the sky, and couldn't help but trembled slightly. It was not clear whether the two distinguished guests from the west recognized Ayu, but at this moment, they recognized him clearly. Nanxiao turned
He turned his head and frowned: "Jiayou, when did you get involved with Mr. Ruo?"
Jiayou opened his eyes wide and quickly lowered his head to salute, but still remained silent, as if mumbling, unable to say anything.
Wen Xian then continued: "I just met you on the way here to greet the guests and had a little joke." After that, he looked at Jiayou and said, "I must have worked hard for a long time and made a lot of progress."
"You haven't thanked Master Wen yet?" Nan Xiao glared at Jiayou. Seeing that his father's expression was about to burst into flames, Jiayou hurriedly stepped forward and bowed deeply to the ground.
When Nan Xiao saw Jia You's mute appearance, he felt a fire in his heart. Because Wen Xian and other guests were nearby, it was hard to have an attack. Jia You silently returned to his place and saw that Ruo Dong was still a sculpture.
He seemed to stand there, turning a deaf ear to the conversation just now, but he looked very fierce and evil, looking like a martial arts student. So, the martial arts student and the old student stood in the middle of the banquet, staring with big eyes and small eyes, admiring this "Gathering of Masters in the Arts"
Here comes the excerpt of the play "Happy birthday and broken Qionglin".
After the banquet, Nan Jiayou walked through the mess of cups and plates, taking Wen and Ruo to Jin Yucancan's temporary residence. Wen Xian turned around and smiled mysteriously at Jiayou: "Young master, it turns out that he also goes out for a drink.
Leisurely and relaxed?"
Jiayou was stuck in the rhythm of his steps, muttering in his mind: "I have forgotten, I have forgotten, I have forgotten..." Hearing Wen Xian's greeting, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot.
"Don't worry, I won't reveal this to Head Nan."
Seeing Jiayou heaving a sigh of relief, Wen Xian flicked out half of the string from his sleeve. Jiayou didn't know what he meant. Seeing that the tip of the string was about to hit his chest, he subconsciously dodged sideways and let the long string pass by him.
He slid quickly in front of him.
Staring at the zheng string that flashed past like lightning, Jiayou secretly wondered: When did I hide?
Wen Xian didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. At some point, the tip of the string turned around, turned his head and pecked at the center of Jiayou's eyebrows. Jiayou felt that his body was not obeying his orders, and he immediately sank.
Xian cut through the raised clothes above his head, and his fingers were about to point towards Wen Xian's ribs. Before he could get closer, Wen Xian firmly grasped Jiayou's wrist with one hand, while the other clothes fluttered in the wind, and all he could see was the sharp Zheng string.
He turned to Jiayou's side and made a small crater on the stone floor with a bang.
Looking at Nan Jiayou again, it was as if he had just woken up from a dream, with layers of cold sweat oozing down his back. Ruo Dong and Wen Xian looked at each other: "It's the 'Ruixin Pagoda', that's right."
Jiayou was held in Wen Xian's hand. When he heard the word "Ruixin Pagoda", he only remembered that he had seen it in a book somewhere, and couldn't remember much at the moment. Wen Xian let go of his hand and gently hugged Jiayou.
Shoulder: "Jiayou, did you like the girl who played Ruan in the restaurant that day?"
Nan Jiayou was frightened one after another. He was like a frightened bird. The little deer in his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He could only shake his head frantically out of the double shadow. Seeing Jiayou's guard, Wen Xian smiled lightly: "You have been reading this in the music book since you were young.
Children who have grown up in love will naturally not understand this. Whether you realize it or not, you must like her in your heart."
Before Jiayou could take a breath to retort, Wen Xian raised his eyes and said, "Look, your face is red."
Jiayou didn't even have the strength to shiver now. He had no choice but to stretch out his hand and touch his face feebly. It seemed that it was really hot. When Ruo Dong saw this, he clasped the hilt of the sword with his hand, and it lay across Jiayou like a mountain.
Wen Xian patted Jiayou's thin arm: "Are you in your twenties this year?"
Jiayou raised his head and stared at Wen Xian blankly for a while, then lowered his head.
"Don't worry, go to a place with me and you won't have to worry about this matter anymore."
The streets and alleys in the forest at this moment are not as magnificent as the ancient Mo City, but they are also as lively as ever. There are candy sellers, steamer cake makers, people playing with fire, people playing tricks, and people adorned with silver ornaments.
Ziqin was confused for a moment. It took a lot of effort to remember that today, May 23rd, seemed to be Nanxiao's birthday.
How do ordinary people know that in the ancient city of Broken Qionglin, who is the big shot and what is his name?
The anger came from many corners, and some even flowed directly from the corners of the mouth filled with vulgar words.
How can a person who is used to the quiet forest in Ziqin Mountain stand such smoke and fire? So he just passed by in a hurry and thought about continuing his journey further south. Suddenly, he heard someone shouting from behind: "Why don't this guest in front of you come into the small house?"
Come and sit in the store?"
Turning around, he saw a bruised old man standing by the roadside holding a black jar of wine. His skinny face smiled broadly at Ziqin and winked.
Ziqin stepped forward, raised her hand and gave a slight salute: "Old man, are you looking for me?"
"That's right." The old man nodded, "My guest has come all the way from the east, so he has to travel a long way."
Hearing these words, Ziqin couldn't help but have a new question in his heart. After entering the tavern and sitting down, Ziqin raised his head and asked, "How does the old man know that I come from the east?"
The tavern owner filled the glass with wine, turned around, and the flattering smile that he had just nodded and bowed to welcome the guests was completely gone. The old man picked up the round and smooth stem of the glass with his fingers, and clicked it firmly with a "click" sound.
On the desktop, Ziqin suddenly realized:
"It has been so many years since we were separated from our distinguished guests at Yeping Mountain!"
The tavern owner sitting opposite Ziqin at the moment, whose surname is Xia and whose name is Lianggui, was once one of the masters who admired Linghu Ziqi and went to Yeping Mountain to seek advice. The last time they met, Ziqin himself was still young, so naturally
I couldn't recognize it for a while.
"Master, please don't bring up things that happened many years ago." Xia Lianggui narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and smiled, "In the Year of Dancing Elephant, Master Linghu was able to blindly play against three chess players in the west, south, and north, and win them all with half a glance at the same time.
In fact, every time the old man thinks about it, he is still frightened and ashamed!"
"The three of you are just being humble to your younger brother." Linghu Ziqin smiled, "Why should Xia Chess Master be so modest?"
Liang Gui closed his eyes and shook his head: "I almost forgot about the business. The old man couldn't recognize the master for a moment." After saying that, he lowered his voice and approached cautiously, "Master Linghu, please don't hide anything from me.
Thing. Is there going to be a big change in the world in the past few days?"
Ziqin was shocked: "Why did the chess player say this?"
"A few days ago, the old man's shabby tavern actually gathered a lot of famous people..." So he told Zi the story of Wen Xian, Ruo Dong, Nan Jiayou, and the girl in purple from Ruixinta fighting in the tavern.
Qin. Ziqin nodded secretly in her heart:
The people I couldn't find, and the people I was trying to find accidentally, all gathered together now.
"The master of Zheng came from the west, but he has an earthy smell from the East." After saying that, Liang Gui looked at Ziqin tentatively.
Ziqin nodded and said: "Indeed, my apprentice suffered the same injury as me. I came after them both."
"That's it." Liang Gui raised his eyes, "I will go with the leader to prevent others from making unreasonable moves, and the leader will be at a disadvantage."
Zi Qin then thought about it, and it was indeed more reliable than being alone. But because she had some obstacles, she had to say: "Don't bother Xia Chessman..."
When Liang Gui heard this sentence, he became anxious in his heart, and couldn't help but said impatiently: "The master thinks that the old guy's bones are brittle and he can't walk?" After saying that, a white seed suddenly appeared from nowhere with his two fingers.
He tapped lightly on the black wine jar. There was only a pleasant crisp sound, and the child-high wine jar immediately shattered to the ground. For a while, the broken pieces and powder were mixed on the ground, annoying the happy drinkers.
It was quiet for a moment, and everyone looked here.
Ziqin sat in his original position and did not move: "The chess players misunderstood, I just have something to ask for."
Linghu Ziqin leaned out and was about to speak clearly when he suddenly heard a sharp cry from outside the door: "The boss is so capable, why did he get beaten up by a few soldiers and his face was bruised and bruised?"
The two of them were sitting not far from the door. Looking up, they saw a thin woman wrapped in bright green silk, straddling her legs on the wine flag outside the house. The woman in green swayed in the evening breeze, alive.
Like a thin willow branch floating in the dark moonlight. Xia Lianggui did not get up, but sneered: "I don't know who is the master, who can make the humble house shine!"
"Then who are you?" The woman in green jumped down from the flagpole like lightning and landed firmly on the ground. "You bought our girl, but you don't treat her as a human being?"
The drinkers and drunkards who had been quiet for a while were now whispering to each other. Liang Gui heard the buzzing sound, which was as disturbing as flies flying around, so he raised his voice and said calmly: "The soldiers of the Nan family are trying to steal your girl.
, why did you come to the old man? Could it be that the Bodhisattva showed mercy and sent the girl to compensate me for a few wine bowls?"
Xia Liang returned to the pubic area with anger, and no one dared to say anything for a moment. The girl in green came forward and rolled her eyes like a fox: "The boss is asking for money from the guests, and my aunt will pay it to you right now.
!" After saying that, the wind came out of his wide sleeves, and there seemed to be some scratching sound in the air, and several silver needles immediately flew towards Xia Lianggui.
Fortunately, Liang Gui opened a shop to make money and didn't forget his old skills. Several black and white chess pieces rushed out from his body to greet him.
For a time, those who were trapped in the tavern punching with half their feet on the chairs, those who were drunk with half a bowl of wine spilled in the air, and those who were hiding in the corner silently with special skills were all more or less dumbfounded.
The thin monkey scholar who had no strength to restrain a chicken forgot about the door or where he should run.
A burst of sparks flashed across the dark entrance of the tavern, and three or four silver needles came straight to the top of the head. They were hit by the chess pieces that met in the narrow road, and fell to the ground with a "crackling" sound.
The girl in green shouted: "Hold!" Liang Gui then realized that a thin bone needle, only half the length of an ordinary silver needle, was crossing the night shadow and flying quietly towards his lower abdomen. He jumped back suddenly, not knowing what it was.
The man threw the wine bowl on the floor and was about to stumble and fall backwards.
Just hearing the rustling of a few pieces of porcelain on the ground, Liang Gui took a few steps back, still standing on the ground. Ziqin held Liang Gui's wrist with one hand, and clamped the thin bone needle that stopped flying in mid-air with the other.
, the sharp and cold eyes collided with the fox eyes of the girl in green.
The woman in green raised her hand and stood there, her eyes shining with an elusive light.