Nan Xiao opened the hem of her clothes with one hand and walked straight past Jiayou without looking back.

Taishan's power palm was raised high, and a black shadow shrouded Jiayou's head. It was about to hit him with lightning and flint. Seeing that it was the last moment of exerting force, Nan Xiao suddenly exerted his force, but I heard a strong wind blowing up behind me, and the overwhelming force was suddenly entangled, and half of my arm was caught in the air.

When she was furious, Nan Xiao turned around angrily and saw Jimo Yao's long sleeves being stretched out silently, gently and delicately, wrapped around his thick wrist. He gradually stopped exerting himself, and the sleeves naturally fell apart.

Nan Xiao gritted his teeth and cracked his knuckles: "Head of Jimo, it's not your turn to interfere in Qiong Lin's family affairs!"

Jimo Yao tilted his head slightly and whispered calmly: "Listen."

Lying alone on the ground, Jiayou, who had lost the last bit of strength, was trembling with limbs, closing his eyes and lying in a pool of blood. He held a white hairpin in each hand, and made a few "ding, ding" sounds, like the collision of pendant rings. The dusk echoed in the frost pond for a long time.

All I could hear was that the examiner picked up the judging pen and said: "The alto changes to Zheng Huayu - OK!"

When the competition was over, the crowd dispersed, leaving only the breeze blowing Jimoyao's gauze sleeves and caressing Nan Jiayou's bloodless skin. Dr. Li Wu from Nanlin said that Young Master Nan will wake up tomorrow at the latest. Come over, so the decisive battle with only two young men left was scheduled for one day later.

Three days ago, Mr. Nan was surrounded by stars like the moon. Now his father has left, his brothers are separated, and his mother is missing. This is very similar to himself when he was young. Jimo Yao put a spoonful of herbs in Jiayou's mouth. Bian, thinking silently.

"Here comes the bride of Lirong Mountain! Here comes the bride!" Amidst the cheers of young and frivolous disciples from all sects, Linghu Qingqing walked through the crowd and walked straight to where Nan Jiayou was lying.

Jimo Yao gently tucked the velvet quilt in front of Jiayou, stood up and held his sleeves in front of Qing Qing.

Qing Qing rolled up his sleeves and saluted: "I have seen the head of Yiyamo Jimo."

"It doesn't have to be like this." Head Yao stared at the freshly scabbed wounds on Qingqing's face with tearful eyes, "You burned down people's houses, kidnapped Nanlin's relatives, and killed Mr. Qianshan, who broke Qiong. What's the face of it? Come to meet your husband?"

Hearing this, Qing Qing neither refuted nor got angry, but bowed deeply: "Can you please send a message to the leader of Jimo? If Mr. Nan returns my master's wooden flute before the decisive battle, I will spare him a life." Otherwise -" Qingqing suddenly raised her clear eyes, "I'm afraid he won't live to drink his wedding wine."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and the green shadow instantly disappeared into the dense forest.

Such a swift figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, causing all the young people to clap their hands and laugh again: "The bride is shy! The bride is hiding away!"

After running for several miles, Qingqing finally cleared all those annoying noises from his mind. After walking around alone in the dense forest, he didn't see a maid from the Nan family dressed in pink. With.

Qingqing was startled when a dark shadow passed by her. She immediately crouched down and hid in a dense bush.

"Sister Tai, if you don't hand over "Fan Ya Ji" again, don't blame me for not recognizing the bond between sisters!"

"How many times do I have to explain it to you, sister, before you believe it?" Two blurry black figures, almost identical in height, short, fat and thin, seemed to be printed from a movable type board, and they were whispering behind a cypress tree. , "You and I were ambushed that night, and we just fell into the hands of a girl!"

The owner of this voice was clear and gentle, but the voice of the other voice was a bit more domineering: "A maid stole the ancient music? Go tell it to the bustard mother and see if she believes it?"

"If your sister Ah Yue has the guts, go back." Wanran's voice sounded again, "Not long ago, sister A Yu had her neck crushed by a white-skinned guest. Who knows where the bustard mother took advantage of the fire and fled to

Woolen cloth."

There was a moment of silence, and the woods rustled into silence.

Xu Shi paid attention, and Qingqing vaguely heard a "click" behind the bushes: "Sister Tai, while Sister Lou is not here, how about you and I go to the West Lake?"

"West Lake?"

"Exactly." A rough and hoarse voice came, "There was a fire in Nanlin. Everyone said that Mrs. Jiang Suyijiang ran to Miyu Lake to take shelter... Didn't you see Mr. Nan's son on the field today?

, almost hit my dear father on the head with the 'Water Lotus' from West Lake?"

With a weak "hmm", the woman with a gentle voice thought for a long time and agreed.

Qingqing poked his head out from behind a short shrub. Sure enough, he saw behind a thick tree trunk, dressed in orange clothes and a strand of yellow silk. A thin corner was vaguely exposed from under the hugging bark branches. He put out a few chess pieces in his hand.

Qingqing tiptoed and stretched half of his body, narrowed his eyes, and aimed at the human figure behind the orange silk and yellow clothes.

Suddenly, the sound of birds began to rise, and just as the two chess pieces were about to leave their hands, the branches above their heads suddenly began to tremble violently. A few crows and thrushes jumped up, hollering at the top of their voices, and flew into the dark sky in one fell swoop.

The woman was frightened, fearing that the "Nanlin Maid" wanted the two of her to make the same mistake again. Without thinking, she ran out of the woods unprepared without looking back.

A big hand came from behind Qingqing, as fast as lightning, and immediately covered Qingqing's mouth. Feeling the cold-warm internal force of the silk spring water passing through, Qingqing grabbed the arm, pulled hard, and let herself go.

An Yu's shoulder freed itself.

An Yu and Yue Chuan's skills were roughly the same, except that General An was too young and could not catch up with General Kong's rare ability.

Just as Qingqing was about to raise his voice, An Yu quickly blocked Qingqing's mouth with her backhand and said, "Didn't I tell you that you can't show off the 'Bone-Carving Silver Hook' skill easily?"

"Is your injury better?" Qingqing snorted coldly and walked away from An Yu.

"Good sister." An Yu opened her arms and stood in front of Qingqing, "Sister, I'm tired today, so don't waste your energy on the two Ruixinta girls, right?"

Turning his back, Qingqing stopped silently: "General, do you really think I'm here to compete for the top spot?" After saying that, he suddenly choked up and tears were about to well up in his eyes: "Shuangtan is too far away from Xuantan...

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An Yu travels all over the country and is not afraid of anything, but she has never seen a girl shed tears. Seeing her words, Qingqing burst into tears uncontrollably, and was so frightened that she suddenly lost her soul.

I momentarily forgot whether my left arm was under my right shoulder or on top of my head.

A drop of clear tears finally slipped down from the scars. General An was in a hurry for a while, and finally made up his mind. He stretched out his hand and slapped Qingqing hard on the shoulder: "The day after tomorrow."

Qingqing immediately raised her tear-filled eyes and looked at the dark face looming in the night:

"really?"

"The day after tomorrow is decided."

The slender pier extends far into the blue river. Looking from a distance, the river waves are rolling and the rain is falling. The endless river water is like a piece of light-colored emerald, flowing one by one, embedded in the lush southern forest.

outside of the surrounding.

The four of them got on the boat one after another. Looking at the huge boat, which was five or six stories high of Ruixin Pagoda, Qingqing couldn't help but take a deep breath of thick water mist: Since going down the mountain with Qixue, she hasn't taken many boat rides.

Boy, this is the first time I have seen such a majestic giant ship. Several boatmen hung small drums on their waists and closed their eyes and sang freely:

"The green peaks are green, I step on the water and clouds, and I sing the sound of the river to break the green mountains. Waiting for the spring to come and the flowers to bloom, I am now walking in the snow..."

The little song is really nice. Before the drum beat stops, a strong aroma of meat oil comes from the depths of the cabin. The daily competition of the Eight Music Club consumes a lot of internal energy, but the four of them are not as good as Jin Yi, a relative of the Nan family.

Jade food had to be cooked half-starved and half-cold. At this moment, Qingqing suddenly smelled the smell of meat. With weak and silent footsteps, Qingqing crouched and looked for the place where the smell came from.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the cabin, he lowered his head, and happened to meet General Kong face to face. Seeing Qingqing's cat-like posture, Yue Chuan couldn't help but smile and said: "Lin'er, why are you so happy as soon as you get on the boat?

Came to this kitchen?"

Qingqing touched her flat, round belly and blinked at Yue Chuan again and again.

Yue Chuan smiled, sighed, and rubbed Qingqing's head: "Shhh--" After that, he knelt down and slipped into the back door of the kitchen with Qingqing.

The small kitchen is so lively: there are people who cook pots, make fires, pour oil, add firewood, fans, sharpen knives, and peel cabbage hearts; cabbage, green peppers, green onions, and yellow radishes, fat beef, tender lamb, and chicken

Fragrant pork and fresh fish, all with plain leaves and fat meat hanging in the air. The aroma is rich, as if all the famous cuisines in the world are mixed together. Even if Qingqing only smells it, he will be so drunk that he can't leave.

Come on.

Yue Chuan pulled and pulled Qingqing and placed her behind a wooden door. A person's figure disappeared in the thick smoke. After a while, he came over with half a fat chicken and pulled off a large, greasy chicken leg:

"Stop dirtying your hands and open your mouth!"

A mouthful of oily fragrance instantly filled Qingqing's mouth. Qingqing bit the bones vaguely, even the front and last two brittle bones of the chicken leg. Finally, after chewing more than half of it, Qingqing waited for it to be eaten.

After freeing up a lot of space, he asked: "General, where did Master find such a big treasure?"

"There are countless people from all over the world who admire layman Sangju." Yue Chuan himself used a handkerchief to pad a chicken wing, "This time it seems that it is an old senior of the 'Dragon Spear Sect' who has been invisible for many years. Somehow he heard about it.

The first champion was about to come, so this big ship came quickly."

Qing Qing had been sitting in the mountains for many years. Hearing the name "Dragon Spear Sect", he just felt unfamiliar and stopped asking more questions. The two of them were chewing in low voices when suddenly there was a crashing sound behind the plywood next door.

There was a "dong" sound, and the two of them took a mouthful of oil and stopped what they were doing at the same time.

"Good layman, please be quiet..."

"You are still moving too slowly, otherwise I would trip and fall!"

A burst of rustling noises came one after another in the side room. The footsteps were so soft that they were almost inaudible. They were getting weaker and stronger, and they were gradually approaching towards the kitchen.

Qingqing and Yue Chuan both bent half of their bodies, one taller and one shorter, and narrowed their eyes to look at the next door:

An Yu and Mo Lingfeng held four straw sandals in both hands, with the general in front and the layman behind. One left and one right, one hand and one foot, they moved towards the front door of the kitchen in unison.

When he reached the door, An Yu made a gesture, and Ling Feng immediately took a step back, sticking tightly to the cabin partition like a piece of thin transparent paper. General An tapped his index finger, and the front door creaked, revealing a slight crack.

Come on. The kitchen was so busy with fireworks cooking that no one noticed that there were four people hiding in front of and behind the door.

On the chopping board closest to the front door, half a marinated white chicken was lying quietly in front of An Yu.

The young general curled up his back and hid his body under the stove. The dark stove pot confused the swarthy An Yu. Even if Qingqing didn't look carefully, he really couldn't notice it, let alone the cook's apprentice.

The white and tender fragrant chicken didn't notice it. Just as one leg was grabbed by the thick black fingers, General An suddenly leaned back. Before he could cry out, Qingqing backhanded An Yu with his rough little hands.

He covered his mouth tightly and said, "Didn't you tell the general that you can't easily show off your 'stealing chicken' skills?"

An Yu, who had her mouth and nose covered, couldn't breathe for a moment, and her dark face turned purple from suffocation. She suddenly lifted Qing Qing's arm. This move was incredible, and the tables, chairs, chopsticks and spoons were all over the floor, ping ping ping pong.

It knocked over the ground.

Looking at each other, An Yu grabbed half of the chicken on the chopping board, and the three people in the kitchen rushed out of the door immediately.

The fat cook hunched over his waist, as if he wanted to fold up his thousand-layer belly like butter. The cook's arms and legs looked like four carrots. After bending his body for a long time, the tender radish suddenly burst out of water.

, all the drops of sweat fell to the floor.

"S-please, adults... have mercy on me, the little one is stir-frying the milk in the fish fillets, ah, no! The fish fillets in the milk..."

Yue Chuan cleared his throat twice and said in a deep voice, "Speak clearly."

"Yes, yes!" The fat cook panicked all of a sudden. He tilted his body and almost knocked himself to the ground. "The fish fillets were stewed in milk, and then the guinea fowl was slowly simmered over low heat...
To be continued...