On July 13, the eleventh year of Hua Chu, the moonlight was clear. Linghu Zihua used the light to trace his own face next to Qilang.

"Sister, tomorrow is the decisive battle."

Zihua nodded and ignored Qilang's words.

"Sister-in-law." Qilang suddenly tilted her head, "Can Qingqing win tomorrow?"

Zi Hua turned Qilang's face back with one hand, and continued to outline the eye sockets with the other hand: "Winning or losing doesn't matter, I just hope I don't end up like my senior sister."

Seeing that Qing Qing was about to fall by the pool, Zi Hua rushed out with a lunge. Just as Long Xiu came over, he gently and deftly made a "Cao Yi comes out of the water" move, then pushed back the Hu Xuan water sleeves of the head of Jimo, and picked up Qing Qing.

Halfway through, he suddenly seemed to see something and pushed Qingqing into Qilang's arms, and disappeared into the sea of ​​people in the blink of an eye.

So, the second young master of the Nan family who had been attacked was lying side by side under the tree with the injured Qing Qing, their breathing coming and going.

When the gloom enveloped him, Linghu Hengshen walked back to the woods dripping with water.

Zi Hua cast a questioning look, and Heng Shen shook his head and said: "The west side of the pool is full of strange rocks. There are no flaws and cannot hide anyone." With just a stick of incense, another figure full of water came to him.

Go in the direction of the fire.

A large piece of Linghu Qichuan's calf was torn, exposing the white leg bones. Just as the master and disciples stepped forward to greet him, two lines of clear tears suddenly gurgled down Qichuan's face. He staggered and shook his head, but

He immediately bit his lip and lowered his eyes.

Qilang watched all this from a distance, her eyes wandering on the pale faces of Junior Sister and Master Nan for a while, then she gradually turned around and fiddled with the dry wood in the flames. Hengshen helped Qichuan approach and said, "Junior Sister, today's music score

…”

"I've written it all down."

Heng Shen silently said "Yeah", and the two of them sat down next to the fire. Qichuan bandaged his legs and said, "That song... we haven't heard of it, have we?"

Zi Hua nodded and said: "Not only us, but also the head senior brother must have never heard of it."

There was another moment of silence, the night was still, only the crackling of the flames could barely be heard.

Qichuan suddenly raised his head: "Disciple promised Master that Qingqing will definitely wake up when Master comes back." Hearing this, Xiao Xiaozi Hua couldn't help but sigh and turned his head.

After taking a closer look, his eyes suddenly widened: "Where are Qingqing and the Nan family's children?"

Qilang was startled and immediately turned around. Only to see two human figures left empty in the grass, and they had long since disappeared in the deep night.

Qingqing and Jianing tiptoed until they felt that they had slipped far enough, and then they let go and started running. It was just that a wound was complicated and an acupuncture point was not healed, and their heavy breathing was accompanied by wheezing as they ran.

, not as fast as ordinary children running.

"It's okay if I run." Jianing finally couldn't hold on any longer and stopped, holding his knees and panting, "Why do you have to run away from your senior brothers and sisters?"

Qing Qing also stopped in laughter: "If my eldest brother Shigong and my younger brother find out that I am not here, they will turn Nanlin upside down!"

Jiayou thought that the "eldest brother" mentioned by Qingqing was her senior brother Hengshen, and was even more puzzled: "Then why did you run so far away without saying a word?"

When Qingqing heard this, he was about to explain when he suddenly heard footsteps coming this way. He quickly held his breath and pulled Jianing to hide in the grass. But before he could climb firmly, the familiar golden and green trees hit each other.

A voice came from afar: "Sister-in-law Linghu, are you going out to look for your husband so late?"

Helpless, Qingqing stood up and said, "Is the unparalleled Mr. Nan still alive?"

With a sharp look, Jiang Chenbi took one of the hairpin rings off and said, "Sister-in-law, you should go and see for yourself!" After that, the peacock hairpin ring shone with golden light and flew towards Qingqing in the strong wind.

Qingqing raised his sleeve with his backhand, and pushed three or four chess pieces out simultaneously along the direction of his wrist. However, his body had just been seriously injured, so his moves were naturally weak. The black and white chess pieces flew halfway, and then fell down one after another.

The golden hairpin ring broke out of the formation and struck directly in front of Qingqing's eyes. Before he could dodge, suddenly the wind blew silently beside him, and an invisible thread deflected the hairpin ring. The golden peacock brushed past Qingqing's face and plunged headlong into it.

The tree trunk shook for a few times and then became motionless. Jianing leaned out and said, "Cousin, such nonsense will cost someone's life!"

"Who is your cousin!" Shen Bi suddenly stamped his foot, "You are just a wild bastard picked up in the deep mountains and forests, do you deserve to be called my cousin?" As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Bi's red hair was disheveled, and another golden phoenix step appeared.

The shaking was mixed with the strong wind.

The two of them had weak hands and feet. How could they be the opponent of this beaded-haired man? Before Jinbu could rush into the air, the two of them scrambled and ran away. The hairpin followed closely behind, and in an instant it hooked onto the hem of Qingqing's clothes.

A violent force hit the ground.

Looking back, Qing Qing was tripped and fell to the ground.

With a strong effort, he tore the hem of his clothes and tried to stand up. Another shiny hair ornament that he couldn't name was stabbed at him, aiming at Qingqing's tender heart and neck. Seeing the golden tip hitting his eyes, the person behind him was stabbed.

The hidden thread suddenly pulled hard, dragging Qingqing back more than ten steps.

When Qingqing got up, unexpectedly, there was a flickering silver needle secretly hidden behind the gold jewelry, and it continued to call without changing its route. Qingqing heard the sound of the wind, although it was faint, but it was enough to turn her head.

Behind him, Nan Jianing couldn't react in time, and he suddenly felt pain, as the silver needle was firmly drilled into his arm bone.

Jiang Chenbi clapped his hands proudly: "Now you know how powerful my aunt is!"

Afraid that she would succeed again, Qingqing hurriedly turned around, picked up Jianing and ran. A soft hissing sound came from beside her, and Jianing shouted: "Jump!"

Qingqing jumped up when he heard the sound, and a few hidden threads were tightly wrapped around the treetops, swinging the two of them into the air.

Looking back, Shen Bi's figure first shrank into a small black dot, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. Qingqing grabbed the spikes on the treetop, his hands full of blood, and helped Nan Jianing up. Jianing stood firm

, gritted his teeth and pulled out the silver needle at once.

Qingqing also turned over and stood up, panting silently. After a while, he suddenly turned to Jianing and said: "Mr. Nan... do you think I did something wrong?"

"What?" Jianing turned his head, confused.

"If I agree to Master Nan's marriage contract, I might be able to know the whereabouts of Master, and I won't have to bring trouble to Brother Yu and you..." After saying that, Qingqing raised her eyes, full of guilt.

"I don't know about General An." Jianing held her chin, "But my cousin is dissatisfied with me. The whole family knows it, so don't worry about it. As for the engagement proposed by my father... do you know that Sui Qionglin

Is there a 'Hui Chun Xuan Huang' Dr. Li?"

Qingqing thought of the twinkling little eyes behind his beard, nodded and said, "We've met him once."

"Then when he looked at you, did you have no reaction and didn't know what he wanted to do?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." After the first try of the Eight Music Club, little memories suddenly came to mind. Qingqing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, feeling that every word Jianing said was on point.

"now it's right."

"What's wrong?" Qing Qing was so anxious that he almost wanted to find out what the Second Young Master Nan was thinking.

Jianing smiled calmly: "When I heard other people talk about it that day, I was surprised for a long time. Now if you say that, it's not difficult to understand. Just change your thinking. Li Wulang's spells include

He has a lot of skills in hypnosis. Now with his skills, there are only two kinds of people in the world who can guarantee not to be sucked in by his eyes."

Qingqing was suddenly surprised: "Which two are they?"

"One type is a person who has strong enough inner strength. I am afraid that he can only reach the level of his father and the other three masters. The other type is a person who is driven by love and belongs to his heart."

With one word, it was like a sharp arrow shot into Qingqing's heart, and she stayed where she was.

Seeing that Qingqing didn't speak, Jianing continued: "What people in the world mean by asking for love is mostly just seeking what they want. Only when the love is deep can it be like a winged bird connecting branches. The relationship between life and death is as broad as the stars and the moon.

Knot. Perhaps because of this, the more obsessed and obsessed a person is with love, even if he has no foundation in magic, he can still look directly into his eyes without being moved at all."

"Do you understand?" Jianing borrowed the full moon and looked in the direction of Qingqing, "Since you already have someone in your heart, it is natural to reject my father's engagement."

After listening to Mr. Nan's long words, Qingqing's fingers were about to be tied into knots: "Sir, is this really not some kind of legend?"

"No." Jianing nodded affirmatively, "The last person who succeeded was Sang Ju. Master Zhuangyuan has no internal strength at all, how can it be false?"

After Qing Qing heard this, he fell completely silent.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked at the way he came, jumped down from the tree without any explanation, and ran in the opposite direction.

The quiet fragrance of plain bamboo floated in the wooden house. The young man in white seemed to be asleep. He closed his eyes and rolled up his sleeves, lying on his back on the thin couch. Jianing held his chest tightly and did not dare to breathe. He caught up from a distance, only to

Seeing Qing Qing hiding not far behind the house, he opened the window paper and looked into the house.

Under the dim candlelight of the wooden house, Li Wu closed the incense cover and slightly stirred up the slender and lingering mist, as if he wanted to completely envelope the young man with this refreshing incense.

Nanxiao stood alone at the door of the house, and her hair, which was half gray and half white, suddenly turned completely white. The two white bamboo flutes stood side by side on the utensil stand, reflecting the lonely light around them better than the snow.

The white jade flute is sandwiched in the middle of the white chi, standing independently.

Nan Jianing looked at his father's wrinkled face, and a burst of unspeakable sorrow surged into his heart: Obviously his father would be so sad for his son's injury, but the leader who almost took Brother You's life in the third trial

, and who is it?

I was lost in thought when I turned around and saw that Linghu girl had disappeared. I heard a long sigh coming from inside the house: "Mr. Li, please go and release a dove for Lirong Mountain."

Li Wu nodded, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Qingqing standing outside the door with her green shirt raised, her eyes filled with endless frost.

I don’t know how worried Sect Master Nan was. Qingqing stepped forward quietly without hearing him at all. Li Wu suddenly raised his arm and blocked Qingqing’s path: “What are you doing here?”

"Disciple." Qing Qing tied his hands and bowed deeply, "Come and apologize to Master Nan."

"Oh, please forgive me." Nan Xiao heard the conversation between the two and walked closer, "What crime do you have?"

When Qing Qing heard this, he didn't know where he got the strength to push Li Wu's arm away, and raised his eyes in front of Nan Xiao: "If the disciple has not done such a cruel thing with the 'bone-carving silver hook', Master Nan can tell the disciple

, where is Master going?”

Nan Xiao shook her head: "Impossible. I advise you, no matter how you look for it, it won't help."

Qing Qing lowered his head, clenched his fists, and held back the tears welling up in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, gritting his teeth and asked, "Why did the master want to send a letter to Lirong Mountain just now?"

"Aren't you the only one who came to the mountain for this Eight Music Festival?" Seeing Qing Qing suddenly startled, Nan Xiao sneered, "Take away your bullshit jade flute! Among the four instruments, I am the only one who uses the flute as his nickname.

, there can only be one old man!"
To be continued...