Inside the package, Nan Xiao's round head with white beard and white hair rolled around a few times and happened to stop at Jiang Suyi's feet, where it stopped motionless.

Jiang Suyi lowered her head and blinked. It seemed like it took a long time before she recognized the owner of this head. Looking at the strands of white beard floating on the ground, she didn't know whether she was happy or sad. Suddenly she took a deep breath and looked towards Qing Qing. Qing raised his head and said, "You are indeed the apprentice of the 'Bone-Carving Silver Hook'. I will take your life today!"

The white chi and the white jade flute were once equally famous treasures in the Southern Forest, but today they are at war with each other.

Qingqing stood with her flute straight, one leg in front of the palace. After spotting the origin of the white shadow in Su Yi's hand, she immediately hooked the sound "Gong", touched the sound "Jiao", stroked the sound "Zheng", and made three bangs. This forced Mrs. Jiang to take a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

Even though Jiang Suyi is older, she still suffers from the disadvantage of not being familiar with music. Bai Chi is like a fire stick in her hand.

These few steps back made the lady's eyebrows change shape. She screamed like a female animal, bared her teeth and claws and rushed forward again. A faint purple light appeared in Qingqing's hand, thinking that she was seriously injured after all, and she was afraid that she would not be able to endure such a protracted battle. Hearing Su Yi tap her side cheek, she immediately took action. The sound of "yu" shook, causing a burst of pain in the wrist on the other side. Bai Chi took off his hand and fell right into Qing Qing's hand.

Before the empty-handed lady came to her senses, Qing Qing took a step forward, jumped on the spear points of more than a dozen soldiers crossed and erected at the palace door, knocked down one flute and another, stepped on the air, and rushed to the top of the palace.

Lying on a high place, Qing Qing realized from the reflection of the glass that his face was burnt red and purple, his clothes were stained by the fire, and even his long black hair was half burnt. Qing Qing Qing put his ear against the thick tiles and held his breath attentively. He only heard Wen Xian's voice coming from the palace: "General Kong, are you still unwilling to admit it?"

There was a moment of silence.

"General An, if you speak up for your master, the West Lake sect's rules will naturally be tolerant..."

Before he could finish the sentence, there was a sudden "buzzing" sound in the air, as if drawing an arrow from a bow, and then it collided with some steel weapon.

A burst of footsteps rushed in an instant, and she felt the roof of the hall tremble slightly. Qingqing's heart suddenly beat wildly. Sure enough, after a burst of shouts of "Don't move! Be honest!", An Yu's childish voice was filled with tears. came: "Master! You said that the general is disloyal, why don't you let me go to the King of Hell now to ask for an explanation!"

Hearing this, Qing Qing finally couldn't restrain himself. He concentrated on the wooden flute and smashed it with all his strength. The indestructible colored glass shook the light on the roof of the palace and instantly opened a big hole.

There was a "bang" in the hall. Under the rubble, dust and gravel, Qingqing fell out of the cave, grabbed the collar of the soldier closest to An Yu, and swept away the five or six soldiers with the power of the wooden flute. The soldiers bumped into the pillars one after another, their bones were broken and they could not move.

The remaining generals stepped forward with their spears raised, and fell in front of Bai Yuxiao, causing their heads to bleed.

Qing Qing grabbed the tip of one of the spears and struck the iron body with a wooden flute. The seven-foot spear instantly broke into two pieces. Then Qing Qing turned the end with the sharp hook and threw it far away. The broken spear crossed one person and then hooked another, piercing their intestines and stomachs and nailing them firmly to the stone slabs on the ground.

An Yu was shocked and saw Ruo Dong's expression suddenly changed. He held the hilt of the Yin Yang sword in one hand and walked forward with heavy steps. "Sister, be careful!" Before he could finish his words, the black light and white shadow flashed past the same side, and he cut in an instant. In front of Qing Qing.

Unexpectedly, after throwing the spear, Qing Qing turned his palm and turned the wooden flute in the air. Just when the tip of the Yin Yang sword was thrust in front of his eyeballs, the head of the wooden flute was pointed straight at Ruo Dong's throat.

The hall in the palace, which was full of noise, suddenly became quiet, and even the slightest breath could be clearly heard in the silent air.

Ruo Dong took a step forward, and the sword light was already attached to Qingqing's eyelashes.

Qingqing did not take a step back, blocking Yue Chuan, who was covered in blood, behind him. The head of the flute touched Mr. Ruo's neck, like pig iron hitting steel, stiff and motionless.

Ruodong glanced at Qingqing's almost broken ankle: "Are you tired of living?"

Qingqing blinked, and her thin eyelashes brushed against the sword light: "The fire in Nanlin was the disciple's idea. The disciples participated in the Eight Music Festival themselves. The head of Nan's head is in the yard now - let him go!"

"By you?"

Qingqing sighed: "You can keep the white jade flute." Seeing that Ruodong remained silent, he added: "There is also "Fan Ya Ji", which belongs to you too." When Ling Feng heard this, he shouted: "No.

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No one paid attention to the protest of layman Sang Ju. Mr. Ruo put the Yin Yang Sword back into its sheath with a "swipe" sound. His cold eyes were still stern and menacing: "And you, stay too."

"Okay." Qingqing was stunned and nodded.

"No way!" Ling Feng screamed desperately, but was dragged behind by the tall and powerful guards in a few steps. An Yu rushed forward like crazy, but was surrounded by more than a dozen spears.

The cold light from the top blocked General An, making it difficult for him to move even an inch. He saw Ruo Dong's disciples all unsheathing their swords, and after a few "swishes", the four of them were surrounded in the center.

Qing Qing placed the white jade flute on the ground, stared at Ruo Dong with cold eyes, and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, the disciples of Xihu immediately stepped forward. Just when a row of long swords was about to approach Qingqing's body, Kong Yuechuan got the strength from nowhere and suddenly broke away from the rope, taking a lightning step to reach the sword.

Before the tip: "It's not the turn of the savages from the Linghu family to meddle in Miyu Lake's business! Get out!"

Yue Chuan's body was covered in festering wounds, with black blood and pus falling drop by drop around him. This roar made everyone from all walks of life freeze up in shock.

Qingqing lowered his head, fearing that he would burst into tears when he saw General Kong being seriously injured. For a moment, when the edge of Xuantan flashed in his mind, Yue Chuan immediately stepped forward, using the beast's broken fan to summon the wind.

, then the internal energy like a gurgling clear spring flows into his palm.

The general likes to put his thick calloused hands on his shoulders, and transfer his clear power to the silver bow and arrows.

That silver bow, yes, passed through Xia Lianggui's chess piece, pierced Master Que's ice, and knocked Jiang Chenbi's golden hairpin into pieces. Qingqing suddenly raised her eyes, holding the last drop of tears in her eyes.

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"Brother, based on your words, I will take care of today's business."

After that, he took a few steps forward, picked up the wooden flute that he had thrown on the ground, and stood quietly in front of him.

Naturally not to be outdone, swords and spears took action one after another, and the sound of "buzzing" steel echoed in the hall. Yue Chuan looked at Qingqing's tear-filled eyes, and the perseverance that did not belong to the seventeen-year-old was hidden behind. So he nodded and tore open

With blood all over his face, he smiled laboriously: "Good girl, big brother... I didn't get to know you in vain."

After saying that, he used the last bit of strength to leap back, and countless sword rays stabbed into his chest.

The silver sword was stained with blood and stabbed out from in front of Yue Chuan. Qingqing was shocked and screamed. He took a step forward and was about to rush forward. Unexpectedly, he forgot that his feet were not healed, so he ran out and fell.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Qingqing's chin hit the jade floor heavily, and Qingqing couldn't care less about the blood in her mouth. She used her hands and feet to crawl to her eldest brother desperately.

Blood was flowing in front of Yue Chuan's body. Qingqing wanted to stretch out his hand to block it, but only half of his body was stained red.

An Yu and Ling Feng also rushed forward and saw the general's eyelids drooping, obviously almost out of breath.

The three of them were about to risk their lives to fight against each other, but suddenly they heard a sharp horse hooting outside the palace - da, da, da, familiar four hooves stepped hard on the Palace of Fluttering Light, and even the earth trembled.

"Go ahead."

When he raised his head, Ruo Dong was standing in front of him, giving Qing Qing a cold look: "In five days, I will wait for you at Ruixin Pagoda in Nanlin." After saying that, he took the sword in his disciple's hand and pulled it out with all his strength.

, Yue Chuan's weak body suddenly fell forward.

The horse's throat-piercing cry sounded again. Qingqing no longer hesitated, hugged her eldest brother, and limped out of the palace. Gray Pearl fell down with a plop, and the three of them put General Kong on the horse's back.

Each dragged his injured body and disappeared from the sight of everyone in West Lake.

Mr. Ruo ignored Wen Xian's displeased look and just said, "She will definitely come back." He covered himself with his black robe and turned to leave.

A river of tobacco, the city is full of wind, four people and a horse slowly walk into the long dusty rain.

Pushing open the wooden door covered with withered vines, Mo Lingfeng's courtyard was full of mulberry and chrysanthemums that were all wilted. They fell despondently into the rain, crooked their necks and broke their roots. Yue Chuan lay on the dusty couch with only the last breath left.

The breath is not extinguished, rising and falling weakly in the residual lamp.

In the next four days, no matter how hard Qingqing and Lingfeng tried their best, they could not save their elder brother's life.

On the fifth day, as the sun was setting, General Kong suddenly woke up. An Yu, who was guarding the couch, stood up and said, "Second brother, sister, come quickly!"

Upon hearing the sound, the three of them threw themselves at Yue Chuan's side, sobbing so hard that they could not speak, and they all shed tears.

"Lin, Lin'er." Yue Chuan raised his hand with difficulty, and Qingqing quickly took it, "Brother wants to have a word with you."

Qingqing nodded desperately, Ling Feng and An Yu reluctantly left the door with tears in their eyes.

"Lin'er, we called you Shunkou. We didn't even remember that your original...ahem...surname was Linghu." When Qingqing heard this, she sobbed in a low voice: "Brother, I don't want to..."

Yue Chuan waved his hand: "Xihu, Nan Linsu and Dongshan are at odds with each other. Whatever Lin'er chooses, I won't blame you... But there is only one thing that I want to ask you for..."

Feeling that the palm of her hand was getting colder, Qingqing nodded hurriedly.

"One day in the future, if there is a real fight between Xihu and Dongshan, my eldest brother wants you... I want you not to take action against the people in Xihu." After saying that, he coughed violently, and blood clots mixed with blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Qingqing was stunned on the spot, unable to say a word.

"Lin'er, please promise me." The hands holding each other couldn't help but tremble, Qingqing remained silent.

"Promise me, promise me..." More blood broke through the internal organs and was held in Yue Chuan's mouth. Yue Chuan's voice gradually became smaller... "Promise me!"

At the last moment, General Kong suddenly sat up, grabbed Qingqing's shoulders, and roared. Qingqing felt a sharp pain in her shoulders, and then her brother's cold body couldn't help but lean forward, and finally fell on her.

This time, he was really motionless.

The master and his younger brother rushed in, hugged the eldest brother's body, and cried until the sky was dark. Only Qingqing sat on the ground blankly, not able to shed a single tear.

My heart is full of the moon, riding a bow to cut through iron gates. The five mountains are the morning dew, and the frost is mysterious and reminds me of the mountains and rivers.

The three of them buried General Kong under the mottled mulberry forest. They each stood in silence in front of the tomb for a long time, each lost in thought.

It wasn't until a thin ray of golden light penetrated the leaves and hit Ling Feng's face that he finally came to his senses. Seeing An Yu still kneeling beside the grave, lying on the ground, silent and sluggish, he couldn't help but step forward to help him up:

"Good brother, let's go back." After saying that, he raised his head and looked around at Qing Qing's figure.

Just listen to the light ticking of dew in the early morning light.

Watching the early sun on the sixth day shining higher and higher above her head, unknown bitterness poured into Qingqing's heart: she was late for her last appointment.

As I was running, there were no dead branches under my feet. I tripped and ended up chewing mud.

The moment he fell, Qingqing suddenly lost the strength to jump up, and fell straight to the ground. The thought suddenly came to his mind, it wouldn't be too bad if he just lay here.

He stood up and looked around, only to see broken walls and ruins all over the ground, floating corpses scattered around the city. Skinny animals and hungry people walked for a long time. It turned out that he had been running wildly all night and finally arrived at the edge of the Southern Forest——

A corner that was burned beyond recognition by four people.

The towering Ruixin Pagoda is like a slender tombstone, standing in front of you with its majesty and desolation in the autumn. Qingqing clenched the white jade flute tightly again, gritted his teeth, and dragged his heavy steps towards the foot of the tower.

The eight disciples all wore black robes and stood at attention, expressionless on both sides of the tower. Seeing Qing Qing walking in, the eight long swords were unsheathed in unison. Ruo Dong put down his black robe hat and stepped out of the tower door.

Turning around, the hilt of the Yin-Yang sword reflected the two-color sharpness and shone brightly.

The tip of the sword made a shallow mark on the ground, and Mr. Ruo stepped forward without saying a word. Qingqing hid his chess in his left sleeve, holding the wooden flute in his hand, and jumped up with all his strength and rushed over. Hearing "thump, thump"
To be continued...