"Hi." Nan Jianing waved his hand, "Next time, don't risk your life on the edge of the cliff. Speaking of Miss Lin..." When the three of them turned around, they saw the wind blowing the short grass, and there was no shadow of Qingqing anywhere.

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The mountain road next to Xuantan is not as easy to walk as Lirong Mountain. Although Lirong also has some steep mountains, it is no better than here with strange rocks and ghost trees. Qingqing got lost while walking.

While he was hesitating, he heard a horse's hooves coming from behind: "Miss Lin, please walk more slowly!"

This voice was as quiet as a spring, but as firm as a stone. It was indeed the General Kong whom we had just met.

Qing Qing had no choice but to turn around and said, "Young Master Wen is back safely. I don't have anything to do here."

"Don't worry, girl." Kong Yuechuan reined up his horse and dismounted, "I haven't thanked Miss Lin for her kindness, how can I let her go so easily?" The mountain road was as rugged as a vortex, but he saw the gray horse lightly kicking its hooves and trotting all the way.

There is no difficulty in traveling through the jungle. "The girl has outstanding skills, but the general is ignorant and seems to have never seen him before."

Qingqing suddenly raised his head. General Kong's eyes were still smiling, but Qingqing couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He stopped, calmed down, and said seriously: "My surname is Linghu, and my given name is Qingqing."

"I see." Kong Yuechuan smiled warmly, "Headmaster Linghu is here too."

Qingqing opened his eyes wide: "Where?"

Yue Chuan blinked: "I will invite the girl to tea."

After a few steps, people gradually began to appear, and a small teahouse appeared in front of the two of them. Yue Chuan tied up the horse. The owner seemed to have seen a regular customer. He just nodded to Yue Chuan and buried his head in a yellowed book again.

. Before the tea came, Qingqing stood up again and asked, "Where is master now?"

"Xuan Tan." Yue Chuan blew the tea and said slowly, "The major events of the 'Bayinhui' are waiting for the leader of Bei Mo Jimo."

"Then the disciple will go back now..."

Yue Chuan stretched out his slender fingers to block Qing Qing's way out: "Girl, when you come to the Eight Sound Club, why didn't the leader bring you with you?" Seeing that Qing Qing was speechless for a moment, Yue Chuan pressed forward step by step: "Even if you insist,

With the flute in hand, I don’t think the girl’s technique has anything to do with the music, right?”

Qingqing didn't wait to say anything. He suddenly raised his flute head and picked up a crisp porcelain teacup on the table. When the teacup was thrown in the air, Yue Chuan was about to reach up, but Qingqing unexpectedly pushed the porcelain cup away with a single stroke.

Before Yue Chuan could change his hands and grab the cup, Qingqing pressed the flute head on the lid of the cup and pushed hard, causing the cup to fall rapidly.

Before the cup could reach it, it was smashed to pieces on the table. The wooden flute was tilted half way up, and the tea cup flew out diagonally with the lid crooked - the tea tilted sideways, the cup lid lifted up - and landed right in the palm of Kong Yuechuan's hand.

"You see." Qing Qing raised his chin, "This powerful crossbow move is called the "Bone-Carving Silver Hook" - the pen pattern!"

The "ding-ding-dong-dong" sound had already alarmed other customers in the store. Even the young children tightly covered their mouths over the unfortunate tea cup. But Kong Yuechuan grabbed the cup body and the lid "

There was a crisp sound and it landed firmly on the top of the porcelain cup.

If you look closely at the tabletop and clothes, you can see that not a drop of tea has been dropped from the full cup.

Yue Chuan held the porcelain cup quietly and opened his mouth slightly: "The descendants of the heroine will eventually lose their respect."

"Where is the master?"

After hearing this, Yue Chuan smiled helplessly: "It's not that easy for a girl to meet the leader at this time. Don't you see that Young Master Wen wants to see the leader of West Lake - and we have come all the way to meet him?"

Qingqing bit her lip and couldn't figure out the reason.

"The 'Bayinhui' is a grand celebration, and the three heads are naturally overwhelmed. Lin... As long as Miss Linghu participates in the Bayinhui, are you afraid that she won't be able to see the headmaster?"

"when?"

"There are still six and a half days."

As he was talking, Qingqing saw something like a dark shadow outside the window, faintly coming forward through the gauze curtain. Looking carefully, it turned out that there was a man with sword eyebrows and short beard in the distance, with long hair disheveled, standing beside Kong Yuechuan's horse, and he was slightly exposed.

Yue Chuan knocked on the window, and the dark-skinned man walked up to the window, lowered his head and hugged his fist: "Yu is waiting here, General."

This person spoke very softly, but his brows revealed bursts of unruly attitude. Even with his head lowered, there were gleams in his eyes.

"It's a good time." Yue Chuan nodded, took a sip of tea with a smile, and said to Qingqing, "This person is an attendant who grew up next to the general. He should be about the same age as you. His surname is An Yu, and people give him a nickname.

They are all called 'Little Black General'."

Qingqing saw that this "little black general" was as black as a black chess piece that had been soaked in ink for three days and three nights, but his expression was very menacing. A pair of cold eyes with sword-shaped brows revealed a faint murderous light, as if

He didn't look like an ordinary attendant. Qingqing couldn't help but observe this man's facial features for a moment. It wasn't until Yue Chuan suddenly snapped his fingers in front of him that Qingqing suddenly turned around and smiled ashamedly: "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Yue Chuan chuckled, "He already attracts people's attention. Speaking of which, does the girl know the way down the mountain?" Qingqing was stunned and shook his head.

"Then come with me. I will take the girl to meet someone."

Qing Qing couldn't help but lean out: "Who is it?"

"That man is a Nanlin champion who is proficient in music theory. He was the top player in the 'Bayin Club' more than 20 years ago. Now he has lived in seclusion for many years. He only indulges in mulberry trees and fragrant chrysanthemums all the year round. Therefore, he is called 'Sangju Layman' by people in the world.

'."

Lay Buddhist Sangju? Apart from these four words, the other sentences couldn't be more familiar to Qingqing's ears.

The tall and strong 'Black Little General' led a brown horse to Qing Qing, and then took the lean and tall gray horse from the Fuyue River. When he walked straight past Qing Qing, he whispered:

"The words 'bone-engraved silver hook' are not something you just say to outsiders casually."

In the middle of June at West Lake, before the flowers are finished, the chrysanthemums come first. Knock on the small door at the corner, and a faint yawn comes from it:

"The bitter clouds are directionless, and I sigh for the fireflies that are missing their traces. My heart goes with the water, and I play the flute when it rains... Who will wake me up from my dream?"

Yue Chuan raised his hands and looked a little embarrassed. Maybe he didn't expect that someone would sleep so soundly at dinner time.

Not having time to think too much, Qingqing took off his long flute, held it up to his mouth, and closed his eyes slightly.

This song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" is the most familiar piece that Qingqing has practiced under Ziqin's sect. Perhaps due to his innate delicate mind, among the two chapters of "High Mountains and Flowing Waters", Qingqing always prefers "Flowing Waters". "One Curtain"

The moon in the autumn water is melting, and the red lotus on the river is full of tears..." The predecessors expressed their feelings or sang, and always a wisp of emotion like the fragrance of clear bamboo surged into Qingqing's heart. She understood it with her fingertips, but she didn't understand the music score.

A wisp of cool breeze blew past my ears, and the sound of the flute was like the night wind in late summer. It was as warm and cool as water, and the drizzle was continuous. It corresponded to the half chapter of "Flowing Water" and touched the Taoist's heart.
Chapter completed!