Volume Three Yinjiang Chapter Ninety-six Returning Evening Wind
Master Gongshu turned around to leave, but suddenly turned around as if remembering something, and said to Ziqin: "The child of the Nan family who was rescued by the master that night also escaped from the fire, and he was with the master of Jimo - look,
Right there."
Following the direction of Gongshuyu's finger, Qingqing saw Jimo Yao's figure from a distance. Her long sleeves that had been torn into strips were hanging on the ground. She was lying in front of the head dressed in white. It seemed that there had been no movement for a long time. She even didn't move.
Without saying hello to Gongshu's master, Qingqing took out his jade flute, raised his feet and ran towards where Nan Jiayou was.
Seeing that Qingqing was already a few steps away in the blink of an eye, Ziqin saw this and hurriedly followed behind. Fortunately, the men in the Northern Desert who had saved their lives still recognized this guest from Linghu, so they did not stop him and let him go.
Qing Qing came to Mr. Nan's side.
Qingqing stood tall beside him, looked down, and the first thing that caught his eye were the young man's closed eyes. As early as ten years ago, Qingqing had seen Mr. Nan's eyes full of murderous intent.
During the Eight Music Meeting, these eyes were also full of coldness and reserve. These were the traces left on the young man's face by the sinuous bloodline he possessed as the eldest son of Nan.
But at this moment, the eyes were closed tightly, the blue blood vessels above them beat slightly, and finally lost their previous look.
Qingqing raised the flute and thought in his mind - it's time for you to experience the feeling of having your head smashed by a white jade flute. Just when the wooden flute was about to fall, Jimo Yao saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly let out a low voice.
, Long sleeves danced and he wanted to call Qing Qing.
There are only a few strands of cloth left on the sleeves of the leader of Jimo. How can he be the opponent of the white jade flute? Qingqing just listened to the wind and judged the situation. When he turned around, the long wooden flute flashed past the wind.
The torn sleeve came straight forward and pressed against Jimo Yao's throat.
"It's very simple to settle the grudge between Nanlin and Dongshan." Linghu girl's cold eyes flashed with a ferocious light, "If the head of Jimo wants to stand in the way, then I can kill one with my wooden flute."
, it’s no different than killing two.”
Jimo Yao bit his lips and refused to give in. When Qing Qing helped him, he had never found a chance to ease the unhappiness left during the Eight Music Conference. Who knew that Qing Qing did not leave any room for communication, forcing a group of people to
The guard's long sword was unsheathed, his fingertips still trembling slightly.
That posture was very similar. If the life of this boy from the Nan family was not taken today, no one would be able to leave alive.
Seeing the resolute expression of the head of Jimo, Qing Qing nodded his flute and rushed in front of the head with a "peak falling stone". Who knew that halfway through the peak falling stone, he was actually transformed by a gentle breeze coming slowly?
Open it, quietly losing strength.
When he turned around, it turned out that the master had actually used his palm to push away a stream of "soup water", then he drew his arms back and held himself in his arms.
"Don't kill him." Ziqin's eyes were gentle and he whispered in Qingqing's ear, "It's not his fault that Mr. Nan is like this. Master brought you down the mountain because..."
"What is that!" Qingqing got the strength from nowhere and broke away from Ziqin's arms. "That the mute young master who harmed Master Zishu and Senior Sister Qingling was rescued from the sand prison by Master?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Qingqing himself was stunned. Qingqing had been by Ziqin's side since the establishment of Rongshan Mountain, and he had always had a gentle personality. In addition, the two of them were masters and apprentices before they went down the mountain, and Qingqing had never been
She didn't dare to disobey her master. Somehow, before she could blink, Qingqing turned around and yelled something like that to her master.
Thinking of the last time Nan Jiayou saved his life, the wooden flute in Qingqing's hand slipped and fell into the sand with a "pop".
The so-called judgment of God is that Mr. Luo does not want to kill him, and his life cannot be taken away with a "three-point" palm. Now even
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The master wants to save him instead... He is a dignified and gentle Nan Gongzi, but he is just a wild man with a wooden flute who was picked up and brought back to Lirong Mountain!
Thinking of this, Qingqing turned around again, and finally took a look in the direction where Mr. Nan was lying. The young man's bloodless lips moved, but he remained motionless.
"Master wants to save the descendants of Qiong Lin, so don't come to save me!" Qingqing shouted out as if he was out of control. He didn't even look at the wooden flute on the ground. When he turned around, he wished he could run faster.
, never go back to Lirong Mountain again.
"Qingqing, don't..." The rest of Ziqin's words were scattered in the wind, but Qingqing didn't want to hear it at all.
After running for an unknown amount of time, the night passed quietly, and the scorching sun in the Northern Desert once again showed its appearance of scorching the earth. The golden sunshine spread over every corner of the sand, and when I looked back at the Baiyin Qin towering above the earth, I
Like a dream, it disappeared into ashes without a trace.
But the footsteps behind him did not stop. The sound seemed far less solid than the footsteps of the master. Qingqing could tell who the person was, but he did not want to look back, so he just ran forward on his own. It was good to run out.
Far away, when the distance behind him gradually widened, he suddenly heard the footsteps getting softer——
It's like knowing in your heart that if you can't catch up, you will return without success.
Qingqing was suddenly shocked. He couldn't recognize the road. Was he really left alone in the desert?
At this time, Qingqing was less impulsive than Qingqing. When he thought of the boundless Northern Desert, Qingqing immediately felt a little regretful, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. After hesitating for a moment, his steps gradually slowed down.
Qingqing suddenly lost the courage to cross the desert when he thought of an old sand crow who had fought a life-and-death battle with him.
Just because of this hesitation, he heard the footsteps behind him again and chased after him without stopping. In desperation, Qingqing turned around - it was indeed Jimo Yao, dragging two sleeves like rag strips, not far away
Running around humming:
"Young Master Linghu, walk slower!"
Qingqing was slightly relieved when she saw that the visitor did not turn around and left. However, she still refused to give up and said coldly: "Why, Master Linghu still wants to arrange a farewell banquet?"
Unexpectedly, Jimo didn't show his usual reserved air at all. He wasn't angry at all. Instead, he came closer and smiled: "Okay, what do you like to eat, young hero? Yao can just ask his men to prepare it." Seeing Qingqing's eyes move.
, and immediately continued: "There is nothing to entertain in the desert, but I can't get enough of the roasted leg of lamb..."
"Roast leg of lamb?" Qingqing almost blurted out, thinking secretly, "Could it be the fat roasted leg of lamb that was served on King Taming's birthday?"
Although she was moved, Qingqing was still angry with her master, so she didn't move her feet at all. Jimo stepped forward, grabbed one of her wrists, and dragged her step by step in an unknown direction, saying: "Come on.
! It’s rare for Young Hero Linghu to come here, and it’s also the fault of King Taming for not being considerate in his hospitality. Why didn’t Young Hero have a taste?"
Just like that, Qingqing was dragged away step by step by Jimo Yao and the roasted lamb leg in her mouth.
A large and spacious tent appeared in front of us, with strong men standing guard on both sides. The scimitar was unsheathed and glowing in the sun. Looking around, the place where the head of Jimo lived was not as luxurious as Nanlin, but it was
It is indeed much more spectacular than the tents of King Taming and King Gongshu.
Before the two of them got close to the gate, they heard a call from far away: "Sister Yao!"
Qingqing took a closer look and saw that it was a boy about the same age as Xingwen and Ayu. He broke away from the arms of several Beimo women and ran towards Jimoyao.
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Come. Jimoyao smiled like a flower, stepped forward and picked up the boy in her arms.
"Kechen, say hello to Sister Linghu."
"Hello, sister Linghu."
Hearing the boy's childish voice, Qingqing suddenly forgot about her worries. She couldn't help but take a few steps forward, with a slight smile on her face. She saw the boy's eyes as clear as a pool of spring water, and he looked around with spirited eyes. Qingqing
Walking forward, those moving and talking eyes were fixed on her.
The thick eyebrows and big eyes are exactly the same as the Jimo star in Qingqing's memory.
"My brother is really..." Qingqing was halfway through her words, but she was speechless for a moment. She only regretted that she didn't study too much on weekdays, and such a smart and well-behaved child was held in front of her eyes, but she couldn't think of a single word of praise.
Seeing Qingqing's rare smile, Jimo Yao put Kechen on the ground and said, "Go and play by yourself. My sister will come back to accompany you in the evening."
Several women bowed to the head, then left with the little prince of Jimo in their arms.
The two of them sat down, and Jimo Yao waved his hand and ordered his men to prepare some food. Qingqing saw that the food was like a flowing table, including roasted chicken and duck, stewed beef and braised pig's trotters, and even a steamed fish of unknown origin served one after another.
, except that there was no trace of roasted lamb leg. I was a little disappointed, but I lost my appetite for a while.
Suddenly remembering something, he raised his head and asked the head of Jimo: "The public loses the whole family. May I ask the head what your plans are?"
"Master Gongshu doesn't want to stay for a long time. He needs to go further with his child, and Yao can't force him." The young head tilted his head, as if thinking, "As for the other child of Gongshu's family, since he is under the care of Wizard Luo,
I think everything will be fine. As for where the wizard took her, it won't be too late to find her slowly."
Hearing this, Qingqing was confused: "Is it true that all wizards in the world are named Luo?"
Jimo didn't see what Qingqing was thinking, but said that she was still worried about the whereabouts of the Yang family girls, so he smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Wizard of Beimo is a reliable person, not like the martial arts tomb..." The headmaster said.
Waving his hand: "As long as the weather is calm, Mr. Wizard will come back."
"What about your Gongshu King?"
When Jimo Yao heard this, he was stunned at first, and then smiled bitterly: "What Gongshu King is, it was just a title given by my father to appease his old ministers." After saying this, he actually sighed: "The fire is so big, then Gongshu King
The descendants still rushed in desperately. By the time a few men dragged him out, he had already been burnt to black and no longer human..."
Hearing this, Qing Qing also sighed. Even if King Gongshu saved his life, he might not be able to return to the same state as before like his doll.
Perhaps inadvertently, Qingqing's fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the table: "Drink the chrysanthemum dew to enter the morning, wear the clouds and neon colors at night. Watch the dusk with the Qiu Luan, the barbaric wilderness of Henglinggao. If you think about the thunderstorm
I forget to return, I stay here and sing at night like the Sirius..." Confused, someone seemed to be calling me in a low voice:
"Young Master Linghu?" Qingqing lowered his eyes and did not raise his head.
"Linghu!" Jimo called, and Qingqing suddenly came back to his senses, "What are you knocking on?"
"Nothing." Qingqing shook his head.
Why do I remember this tune? It's really strange.
Jimo smiled and said nothing. Then he put his hand into his cuff, took out a small thing, and put it in front of Qingqing. When Qingqing looked at it, he felt a sense of familiarity suddenly surge into his heart, and he couldn't help but stay where he was.
Just listen to Jimo Yao saying calmly:
"There are four of us brothers and sisters, one for each of us. It's just that Yao can't learn it if he stays alone. It's better to ask Young Hero Linghu for advice."