Just when the little beggar looked up to the sky with an excited expression, he saw Qingqing's green shadow flashing, and the white jade flute took action immediately, rushing only half a step away from the beggar. He heard several strange "click" sounds.

, the beggar’s round eyes were wide open, but suddenly there was no movement.

The wide open mouth seemed to be halfway through shouting, and then it swallowed the second half of the sentence silently.

The beggar was covered in rags and rags, exuding an unpleasant smell of leftover food. Qingqing took a few steps away and saw the beggar lying limp on the ground.

Until the back of his head hit the hard stone road with a muffled "dong" sound, the little beggar didn't say another word.

Ziqin stood on the spot, watching Qingqing jump and retreat, neatly taking a life, and was stunned. She wanted to say something, but there was a heavy dark cloud blocking her chest, and she couldn't say anything.

.Just now, Qingqing's expression was calm, with no intention of killing anyone, and her tearful eyes were so clear that there was no trace of evil in them. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the beggar who was asking the sky with his voice had lost his breath.

Qing Qing used the white jade flute to break all the muscles, veins, bones and blood in his body. He was afraid that his heart, which was still beating as usual, would be instantly chopped into pieces.

There wasn't a single wound left on his body, except for the residual blood dripping from the corner of the beggar's mouth.

Looking back with a smile, Qingqing put the white jade flute back into his waist: "Master, the carriage and horse are far away. If we don't hurry up, it will be too late." After saying that, he raised his feet and started to chase the crowd in the direction away. Ziqin didn't even take a step.

Without moving, he stretched out his hand to hold Qingqing's wrist: "This man's words are just a bit harsh. Qingqing, why did you take his life?"

Qingqing seemed to be stunned for a moment, then said: "Master, when we went down the mountain, we made an agreement with Grand Master Uncle."

"What did you say?"

"I promised to break the rules of Linghu's ancestors."

After hearing this, Ziqin nodded. Qingqing turned around and pointed at the motionless body of the beggar: "Just now, this good man said that it was precisely because we went against what our ancestors said that we went to Dongshan to ask for an explanation." Hearing this,

, there was a trace of bitterness in Ziqin's eyes, he hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.

"Master, there is someone blocking the way. How can we move forward if we don't kill him?" Qingqing narrowed her eyes and smiled, clapped her hands excitedly, as if she was still thinking about the Baihua Fairy who was walking away in the street, and hurriedly took the master's hand.

, and started running in large strides.

Ziqin followed Qingqing, watching her expression without any hesitation before and after the murder. When she reached out with her fingers, the pulse on Qingqing's wrist was beating, without any sign of speeding up or breaking out in a cold sweat. This was really just the hairpin.

, never leaving the disciple behind you?

Ziqin only felt that since Qingqing came down the mountain, she seemed to not recognize her.

Flashing left and right, Qingqing pulled her master through the crowd and looked at the figure, which was no bigger than a grain of rice. Just now, when the carriage and horses stopped, she glanced at the "Fairy of Hundred Flowers" from a distance through the curtain of the carriage.

At this moment, I saw the sedan stopped on the high platform, two maids opened the curtain, and the Baihua Fairy walked out under the hot gazes of everyone.

With a figure as tall as a poplar or a willow tree, she is truly a first-rate beauty in the world.

The table has already been set up on the high platform, and a four-stringed pipa lies quietly on it. The pipa does not seem to be made of any ordinary wood. It is carefully carved and has patterns all over the body, and it is still shining with golden light under the setting sun. Qing Dynasty

Qing only heard two people beside him stretching their necks while chatting:

"Aunt Wang, do you think how much money this treasure is worth?"

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Another person said with a hoarse voice: "I guess when you buy West Lake, you can replace it with a trace of wood chips!"

Then there was a burst of laughter. Qingqing concentrated on her ears and felt that there were not many conversations like this. There were even people in the distance trying to compare, which one of Fairy Baihua's hair and one string of the four-stringed pipa was more beautiful?

It's worth more. I heard a stooped man on the stage clapping his hands, and the crowd immediately fell silent.

The man cleared his throat and said loudly: "Thanks to everyone at Miyu Lake, it is a great honor for my fairy to travel around the scenery of West Lake today. It is getting late, and my fairy wants to take advantage of the moonlight beauty of West Lake.

, I would like to present a song to you, what do you think of it?"

"Okay!" "Okay!" The shouts resounded throughout the world, as if even the calm lake water was shaken out of ripples. There was even a tyrannical young man in the family who was really spending money like water, untying the bulging money bag around his waist,

Then he sprinkled a lot of silver coins on the stage.

The Baihua Fairy kept her head down, as if she didn't dare to look at the enthusiastic crowd. After hearing herself playing the piano, she raised her bright eyes, smiled shyly, and then picked up the pipa, hiding half of her face.

After the piano body.

A clanging sound rolled down, and Qingqing felt her heart tremble, and then she was slightly surprised.

I originally thought that she was just a beautiful singer from Ruixin Pagoda who wandered around the streets. I'm afraid she didn't have anything special except for her eyebrows and good looks. Unexpectedly, the first sound of the piano sounded, something was quite different.

ordinary meaning.

When you raise your hand and place your fingers, it seems that there is a natural and profound temperament in it. In addition, the exquisite and thin fingers are really beautiful, accompanying the shimmering strings, adding an indescribable feeling.

rhythm.

Qingqing stretched out his hand and saw that his fingers were short and thick, and they were all scarred by calluses from practicing martial arts, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Looking at the Baihua Fairy sitting alone in the middle of the lake from a distance, the cold air drifted towards the high platform, but the fairy was not moved at all. The lingering sound accompanied by the evening breeze kept reaching the ears of the spectators. Qingqing listened, and felt very refreshed.

The feeling of intoxication is like the bouncing wheel between the fingers of a fairy's hand, completely washing away the filthy things in the world, leaving only the moonlight dewdrops and a pale lake water.

The long fingernails clasped the strings tightly, and with a strong stroke, the pipa sang quietly, resting quietly in the night of Miyu Lake.

The crowd was silent for a long time before erupting into a flood of shouts. Listening to the endless voices of praise and admiration around him, Qingqing was even more shocked. He didn't know where the Ruixin Pagoda of Nanlin found such a proficient in music.

A master of magic comes.

Before Qingqing could recover from Qingli's sobs and the lingering sound of the piano, she saw the fairy holding Pipa and standing up. She still lowered her head and hid half of her face behind Pipa's neck. I don't know who it was.

A heartbreaking shout: "Fairy——" The shout was like crying, and it was really crying, as if the eyes were moistened by the sound of the piano just now.

"Let's play another song!" "Fairy, everyone still wants to hear -" Perhaps inspired by the shout just now, everyone stretched out their hands one after another and explored the direction of the center of the lake. The shouts were like waves, and the sound was so intense.

It is about to turn the West Lake upside down.

"Such a big commotion, maybe the Southern Forest and the Northern Desert will also be disturbed and unable to sleep." Qingqing saw the eyes of everyone around him gleaming, and they all seemed to have lost their minds, even more so than those rescued from the sand prison.

Young Master Nan is even a little bit crazy. He always vaguely feels that there is something unusual hidden in the sound of the piano, but on the other hand, he can't bear it.

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I also want to listen to one more song.

Ziqin had already heard the clues in the sound of the pipa: "This pipa tune has some deceptive meaning. Let's leave quickly!" After saying that, he pulled Qingqing to break away from the crowd. But he didn't know that the crowd was already there.

It's like a thick wall, blocking up three layers inside and three outside, making it impossible to move at all. No matter how powerful Ziqin's skills are, he may not be able to break free for a while.

In a panic, I suddenly saw the hunchbacked man walking up to the high platform again, waving his hand, signaling the crowd to be quiet for a moment. I heard the man's voice like a bell, and said loudly: "All the gentlemen and ladies of West Lake, we, fairies, are very grateful!"

As the words fell, Baihua Fairy actually held the pipa in her arms and bowed softly.

"The fairy has long heard about the guests from the West Lake. He understands poetry and is good at music. He is a rare master in the world. Therefore, he came here today and specially prepared a newly written pipa song. He wants to play it for those who are destined to listen. As long as the fairy is on the string.

When the melody is played, whichever guest can sing along with three lines will be blessed to hear one more song today. Ladies and gentlemen, please come!"

After the man finished speaking, the crowd was silent, no one said a word.

In fact, it’s not that these West Lake guests who have traveled thousands of miles away came to see the Fairy Parade and are not interested in the new music, but that there are indeed too few people who are proficient in music. If they only have some superficial skills, they will be scrambling to get ahead, but they will fall behind.

It's not good to be the butt of people's laughter. Just as everyone was hesitating, a loud shout came from somewhere:

"I come!"

Taking a closer look, unexpectedly, there was a fat man crowded in the crowd, rushing left and right, and then he came under the high platform. This fat man seemed to have a round body, but who knew he was extremely flexible, and with a push of his arms, he turned over and climbed up

On the high platform.

Whether intentionally or not, the man lay on the stage and rolled several times before stopping right at Fairy Baihua's feet. The fat man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at the fairy who was looking down at him.

Narrowing his eyes: "She is really a flower fairy, smelling like flowers all over her body!"

Baihua Fairy was in a daze for a moment, and then she realized what she was doing. She was so frightened that she took a step back, still holding her Pipa tightly in her arms.

The fat man stood up unsteadily, took out a gold leaf from his arms, held it in his mouth, and smiled vaguely at the fairy: "Quickly play! Let the fairy listen to my whistling skills today, grandpa."

!" After saying that, he hugged his chest and picked up the leaf in the corner of his mouth, showing a posture of winning.

"Whistle?" Not to mention Qing Qing, even a person who doesn't understand music would feel extremely strange standing in the audience. This fat man doesn't even have a serious musical instrument, how can he climb to the high platform with such confidence?

Qingqing stared closely at the wet gold leaf beside the fat man's mouth, fearing that this person hiding in the market was some unknown master, and there was no secret hidden in the gold leaf.

Baihua Fairy raised her eyes, blinked a few times, and revealed a hint of panic. She stepped back a few steps, then took the piano into her arms, carefully letting her fingers brush on the strings, and a string of tinkling tones fell.

Come.

The tone is not as natural as the previous song, but it is also ethereal and pleasant.

The fat man said with a smile: "Ha! As long as I have a chance to see the beautiful Baihua Fairy today, and there is such a tune played just for me, it will be worth it for me to die now!" After a few dry laughs, he

He clenched his fingers into fists and put them in front of his lips. He suppressed his blush and didn't know what tune he was going to hum.

Everyone heard a thunder burst in the air, but it was the fat man who used too much force and made a loud fart!

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