Ziqin waited until her eyes adapted to the darkness, then looked around: there seemed to be more "slaves" than imagined living in the dark sand prison, and the fishy smell kept spreading in her nose. It was difficult to turn away from the small prison.
If you encounter a low place, you can only squat, sit, and walk with a cat's waist. Among them, men, women, old and young, with yellow hair and long hair, all look at the new visitors in green clothes and green robes with a bit of surprise.
Listening to the commotion among the people, it seems that there are many experts who are proficient in magic among them.
The middle-aged man holding the girl raised his head, his eyes dark, and said to Ziqin: "Counting you, there are exactly one hundred and eight people."
Ziqin was stunned: "What does this mean?"
"This means that we must also follow the example of Liangshan's dream, smash this sand prison and burn it clean!" A loud response came from the darkness, but it caused everyone to burst into laughter, "I don't know what will happen tomorrow.
Who will be picked, but he is eager to imitate the heroes of Liangshan!"
Hearing someone say this amidst the laughter, Ziqin thought of the twelve people bound by chains when she woke up, and asked the middle-aged man: "Those people who were singled out and taken away, will they be taken away again?"
how?"
The man shook his head expressionlessly: "There is no return."
Hearing this, Linghu Ziqin couldn't help but step forward and clenched her fists slightly: "I came here looking for someone, I wonder if the expert has any good ideas?"
"I already have a good plan in mind." The middle-aged man said, suddenly took a step back, hugged his daughter, bowed deeply to Ziqin, and saluted: "I have been waiting for Master Linghu for a long time."
Ziqin was slightly startled. She didn't know how this person could know her identity, so she stepped forward to help him up and said, "Can you please tell me your name?"
Drive." Upon hearing this, Ziqin suddenly opened her eyes wide. Under the dim candlelight, the man's deep eyes revealed a sense of perseverance amid sadness.
In an instant, Ziqin immediately understood who the mysterious man in ragged clothes was in front of him.
"Yang told her...she is really crazy." This was the first sentence that came to Ziqin's mind when she came to her senses.
I still remember that Ziqin himself was only the age of the general, and an old friend invited by his master came to Lirong Mountain. The senior was very powerful. With a turn of his hand, he could create five or six little people. Those little people
He looks exactly like several other children. He can walk, run, and even move his mouth and babbling a few vague words.
Zi Qin could not remember the origin of that senior clearly. He only remembered that as soon as he went up the mountain, he was surrounded by several Li Rong disciples.
Behind the senior who can make dolls, there are always two disciples, a boy and a girl. The female disciple even holds a pink baby in her arms, and she keeps talking in her dreams. Ziqin received the visitors on the orders of the master.
One day, my curiosity finally aroused, and I couldn't help but asked:
"I would like to ask you, young knight, why is the young knight's surname Yang, but your younger brother's surname is Gongshu?"
The girl raised her eyes and said, "What's weird about this? After the disciples learn the technique, they will naturally take the master's surname. Isn't it the same reason that everyone on Lirong Mountain has the surname Linghu?"
After saying that, the girl giggled non-stop. When Ziqin thought about it, she felt that the truth behind this was very simple, so she couldn't help but smile gently. Not far away, another Gongshu disciple was silently following behind the two of them.
Qin didn't pay attention and walked closer: "Young hero Linghu is so awesome." Seeing that Ziqin was puzzled, Gongshu's disciples took over.
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He said: "When I was at Wu Ling's tomb, I had never seen Qiu'er smile like this."
So it turns out that Yang Shaoxia doesn't like to laugh? Ziqin thought silently.
It was the beginning of autumn, and Ziqin was standing on the mountainside. He heard the autumn birds above him puff up their chests and let go of their throats: "Chirp, chirp, chirp!"
Everything is silent and the bird sings alone, which is very pleasant to hear.
On the top of the mountain not far away, there was also a bird's cry. "Chirp, chirp, chirp!" This chirp was short and sharp, and seemed to have a buzzing echo. No matter how you listened, you didn't think it was made by ordinary birds.
cry.
The chirping of birds and the rising of magpies gave me a sense of familiarity.
The autumn bird above heard the response from deep in the woods, and immediately moved its feet, stood on a higher branch, raised its head high, and let out a long and piercing cry into the autumn wind, floating several feet away. And the cry from the top of the mountain
Not falling behind the wind at all: "Chirp -" the cry was so loud that it seemed to suppress the autumn wind in the air.
Ziqin was mesmerized by what he heard. He felt that he had lived in Lirong Mountain for many years. Spring passed and autumn came, but he had never thought that the chirping of birds could be so sweet. The autumn bird on the top of the mountain had a soft throat, unlike ordinary birds that kept chirping.
, but after the sound fell, the aftertaste continued, as if it was carved by heaven and not made naturally.
The autumn wind separates the branches, and the sound of birds breaks far away.
Before Ziqin could recover from the melodious chirping of birds, she heard a "click" above her head, as if a branch was broken and something suddenly fell down. She quickly stretched out her hand and saw a fleshy
The autumn bird suddenly lost its breath in the blink of an eye and flew straight into the palm of Ziqin's hand.
This may be the bird that cried loudly just now. Look at the corners of its mouth, and there are still a little blood stains on its feathers.
It turns out that the competing voices of the birds can catch the hearts of the birds, and they think they are at a disadvantage, so they cough up blood and die. For a moment, Ziqin only felt that the birds' cries only added a ray of sadness.
feel.
The autumn wind blows, sending bursts of chirping to the top of the mountain, which is still endless.
After opening the door, Ziqin realized that Yang Wei had turned his back and was sitting alone in front of his seven-stringed tongqin, stroking the strings with his slender fingers. There was a "Zheng" sound, and there were birdsong again, echoing
The top of the mountain is endless.
Unless she saw it with her own eyes, Ziqin really wouldn't be able to tell whether it was her own sound or a real bird song.
Hearing the sound at the door, Yang Wei turned around and smiled brightly: "Young Master Linghu, it's so early to come back today."
Ziqin still held the Autumn Bird that vomited blood and fell in his hand, and didn't know what to say. After a long time, he finally uttered:
"It turns out that the piano can still be played like this."
"Why not?" Yang Wei immediately turned around and pressed his fingers on the strings again, "Look, the sound of the piano is so clear and ethereal, even the birds in the mountains can't compare with it." After saying that, he saw the bird in Ziqin's hand.
, and couldn’t help but smile: “Including this one, it’s already the seventh one!”
Ziqin shook her head and smiled bitterly: "The birds in the mountains are very angry. If they feel that their singing voices are hoarse and mocking, they would rather cry blood than live with a hoarse voice." After hearing this, Yang Wei turned his head.
The head seemed to be disapproving: "It's just a bird, why is it so high-spirited than ordinary people? But Shaoxia's piano has a rare timbre, let alone birds, even the western zither, southern flute, and northern flute may not be able to compete with it!"
Still smiling, Ziqin felt a hint of melancholy in his heart for some unknown reason.
"Speaking of which..." A sly arc appeared at the corner of Yang Wei's mouth, "Young Master Linghu"
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Is it possible that you can't hear the sound of these birds?" Ziqin didn't seem to be offended by this provocation, and just said lightly: "Yes."
"Then Master, how about listening to the music with me?"
It wasn't until she opened her eyes that Ziqin gradually woke up from her trance and remembered again that it was twenty years later——
The owner of Wu Ling's Tomb has never forgotten that on Lirong Mountain, the girl was frightened and escaped from the autumn bird, just to seek the sounds of all things to create a "hundred-note qin" with natural sounds.
And the man in front of me has the compound surname Gongshu, and his single name is the character Yu. At that time, the young man who was half envious of Ziqin and half sad to say "Young Xia is so awesome", now has a face full of rough years, and suddenly
However, at first glance, it was almost unrecognizable. The little girl in Gongshu Yu's arms was timidly burying her face in her father's chest. She just spread her fingers a little and couldn't help looking curiously at the guest in green robe.
Seeing that Ayu and Xingliu were about the same age, Ziqin asked, "Is this child over three years old?"
"Yes." The man showed a rare confident smile, "I will be four years old after the Chinese New Year." Before his father could finish speaking, Ayu grabbed his father's rough beard and shouted: "That's not right! I am three and a half years old.
Got it!"
"What a resemblance." Ziqin murmured and said to Ayu, "You and your father look exactly the same."
Her eyes widened in disbelief, but when Ayu heard this, she retracted her head: "But dad always said that mom and I look more alike."
The child's words sounded as painful as a knife to the ears of the two men.
Ziqin frowned: "Yang Wei, Yang Wei...she is really crazy. It is said that the Baiyin Qin made the children of the Nan family go crazy. I am afraid she is the only one who is hopeless!" Speaking here,
His fist hit the stone wall hard, causing dust to fly and a lot of gravel to fly out.
Perhaps after staying in the sand prison for a long time, Gongshuyu had already developed the ability to calm his mind. Seeing Ziqin's grief and anger all over the wall, he could hardly restrain himself. Gongshuyu flicked his fingers, and a little girl appeared out of nowhere.
Pinch the flame.
The flame burned above the man's fingertips, swaying thinly. Ziqin looked at the light and shadow in the flame, which seemed like a faint sweet spring flowing on the fire, and his irritable mood gradually eased. Gongshuyu also looked into the fire together.
Go, a look of determination appeared on the rough face: "Watching the fire every day means you have seen it correctly, the master is coming today."
It turns out that fire is also a type of witchcraft!
Gongshu Yu didn't know where he learned this skill. It seemed that he could detect some of the future while watching fire. Zi Qin swallowed and asked quickly: "Master, can you please see where the other disciple in Tsing Yi is?"
"
Gongshu Yu said nothing and quietly looked at the fiery fire at his fingertips. After a long moment, he shook his head and said, "The master's disciples don't seem to be here. In this underground sand prison, the master is the only one who came from the east."
Qingqing, can you hear Master's voice at this moment?
Full of thoughts, Ziqin was all thinking about Qingqing at the moment. However, Gongshuyu called him a few times, but she didn't seem to notice it. When she heard "Master Linghu", Ziqin was startled and raised her head in a daze.
At first, I heard Gongshu Yuyouyou ask:
"The master thinks that the Baiyin Qin is a treasure of nature, or is it a disaster that brings harm to the world?"
"It's a treasure." Ziqin lowered his eyes and replied without hesitation, "It's just that before Qin returns to Dongshan, we must not keep her."