Just when he was clenching his teeth during the rhythm of the music, he unexpectedly hit with a high-pitched "dong" sound, firmly shattering the iron arrow shot by Master Nan.

At this moment, my arms were sore and numb, and half of my body was numb.

Tan Xin and the others did not dare to fight, and hurriedly ran towards the shore. However, Qing Qing had finally lost most of her strength. Now that the tune was cut off, her whole body was even more weak, and she might not be able to stand up and fall down at any time.

Taking advantage of the last second to break into the poison formation, Qilang took a deep breath and shouted to Qingqing: "Junior sister, this is your song!"

Your tune?

For a moment of surprise, Qingqing ran halfway, but a string broke in her mind: "My music?" After thinking for a moment, she suddenly remembered that this was her last try in the Eight Music Club, standing in the Xuantan Lake.

The music played on the bamboo flute above me!

I passed the cups and went down to the small building, and the wind and smoke flew down all over the deep boat. When I was drunk, I covered my red door in search of fragrance, and my head was covered with snow under the branches.

That glass of strong wine seemed to fall warmly on Qingqing's heart drop by drop. I remember that day when I and my "brothers" came to the shore from the boat, the red plums all over the mountains and plains were blooming in huge blooms in autumn and summer.

Blooming in the cold mysterious pool.

"Lin'er, it's still early, do you want to go take a look first?"

Qingqing shook his head: "When we find the master, we can watch it together."

With lovesickness on her face, when the emotion hidden in the corner finally surged into her heart uncontrollably, Qingqing hid her tears and cried into the bamboo flute.

Qilang's words just woke up the dreamer. Qingqing gave a wry smile, turned sideways and made a spin, and happened to place the head of an iron arrow at the hole of the flute. Then he exerted force, and the arrow body moved in the opposite direction.

Flying, one against two, two against four, pair by pair, the remnants of the sky were splashed into the water.

A casual bamboo flute can still be composed into a piece of music, not to mention the white jade flute that has been passed down for hundreds of generations and caused countless bloodshed in four instruments and eight tones?

Seeing that Qing Qing had come to his senses, Qi Lang lowered his head and smiled, pulling Jianing and running towards the shore. Seeing that several people were not injured, Nan Xiao picked up the bow again, picked up a sharp arrow with a flashing arrow, and aimed at it.

On the second son of the family.

Before he could fully draw the bowstring, there was a sound of light footsteps from his side. He glanced sideways and saw that Zihua ran onto the shore, walked straight towards him, and rushed towards him.

She was just a girl who was younger than her disciple. Nan Xiao thought to herself that by the time she came over, he would have killed two birds with one stone.

Just when he turned around, Zi Hua actually looked like a ghost, with his pink figure floating beside Nan Xiao like lightning.

Before Master Nan could turn around to fight, he saw the "Wu Dai Dancing the Wind" move. The iron brush in Zi Hua's hand turned upwards, avoiding the resistance, and struck the "Dazhui point" on Nan Xiao's back with lightning speed.

The sound of "Uh-huh" rumbled in Nan Xiao's throat, and the bow and arrow shining with white light fell to the ground with a bang.

The broad body of Master Nan Xiaonan stopped in mid-air like a boulder. The cold wind blew, and his white hair flew up. His tall back swayed lightly for a moment, and then with a "boom", he fell to the ground motionless.

Only in those wide-open eyes, lines of blood burst out instantly, and gurgling red water rolled on the shore covered with broken ice.

Several other people also ran to the shore one after another, and most of the poisonous gas had dissipated. Jianing looked at his father's dead body frozen at his feet, his nose was sore, and he didn't know if he could shed tears.

Finally, he knelt on the ground with his sleeves rolled up and silently kowtowed three times to his father.

Qingqing turned around, and Xuantan was once again shrouded in smoke. Hengshen's figure disappeared so much that no shadow could be found. His eyes were filled with tears, and he sobbed silently. The other Linghu sisters finally couldn't help it, one

Tears hung one after another.

Although no one cried loudly, there was still a force that tightly bound the four of them together. Qingqing tried his best to hold the last few black and white chess pieces left in his sleeves in his hands, for fear that if he looked down, he would...

Unable to bear it, Zi Hua turned around and fainted. Zi Hua put his hands on his face, quietly wiped away the tears that kept pouring out, and said to Qing Qing: "Let's... go home."

Qingqing trembled her arms and shook her head.

Zi Hua couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Qing Qing, do you really not know where the leader is?"

"If Master Nan didn't take action against senior brother, the disciples really wouldn't be able to guess..." Qingqing choked, "It's just that senior brother ended up like this..." The words didn't make sense, and Qingqing's tears were like bursting from a dam.

Rushing down.

"Senior Sister." After a moment of silence, Qingqing suddenly raised his eyes, "It's July 14th now. If I haven't gone back by the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, I will never go back."

Linghu Zihua froze on the spot, staring into Qingqing's tearful eyes with his mouth slightly open.

After Qing Qing finished speaking, he took a step back, lifted up his clothes and knelt on the ground. He kowtowed to Dongli Rongshan where his aunt, sister and uncle were, without saying a word. He lay down and never got up again.

Vaguely, where Qing Qing couldn't see him, Zi Hua nodded slightly with a tiny movement that could hardly be noticed by others. Then he immediately turned his skirt around, without bowing his head or speaking, and left step by step towards the east.

Qilang burst into tears and was about to lose his balance when he was dragged away by Jianing. Qichuan came to Qingqing and put the small gourd medicine bottle on the ground. Qingqing suddenly
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