"What bad luck!" The woman in green giggled, "Today is a good day for Sect Master Nan, why did I cause trouble in the first place?"

After that, he walked straight to the back table, picked up the wine jar and bowl that someone had used, and filled it up for himself: "My aunt is sick, so I punish myself with three bowls!" After that, as if it was her birthday, she said to her

Many "guests" who looked dumbfounded raised their bowls, raised their necks and drank the whole drink in one gulp.

After drinking, he showed the bottom of the empty bowl to all directions, and immediately filled up the second bowl. As soon as he raised it to his mouth, he heard a "crash" sound, and the wine juice spilled all over him.

Ziqin stepped on one of the silver needles that had just fallen on the ground. The needle pierced the wine bowl and said to the girl in green who raised her head wetly:

"Can you still have a few words with Head Nan Xiaonan?"

Not knowing what she meant, the woman in green raised her hand and threw the entire jar of wine to the ground.

Ziqin continued calmly: "Go and tell your boss that Li Rongshan has come to celebrate his birthday."

"Qingqing! Qingqing——" A confused sound came from her ears, and Linghu Qingqing's ears woke up before her eyes. Smell carefully, the smell of Xianjinjin sea water filled the air, as hard as a dull knife

of rocks.

"Qingqing!" There was another low shout. Qingqing heard that it was Senior Brother Hengshen who had arrived not far away. He opened his eyes with a bang and stood up: "Brother, I am... ah!" Who knows?

He was injured, so he stumbled and slipped down from the edge of the towering rocks.

Fortunately, Ziqin placed Qingqing some distance away from the coast. Otherwise, she would have fallen into the sea alone, and even Mazu would not be able to catch her. Her left arm was pressed under her body, and Qingqing could only feel the pain all over her body.

My bones were falling apart, and I was burning with pain from head to toe, except for the left half of my body, which had no feeling at all. I tried to exert force, but it was so sore and numb that I couldn't move at all.

Gritting his teeth and struggling to get up, more shouts came from the distance: "Qingqing - Qingqing -" Qixue and Qilang came one after another. Qingqing just wanted to jump up: "Senior sister, master...

…Ahem!”

Qingqing was already injured, and after the fall, he couldn't even speak.

Searching intently, he finally saw several torches looming behind the withered old trees. Qingqing endured the pain all over his body, staggering and rolling, and finally walked into the dense banyan forest from the strong wind on the seaside. "You - in

——Where?!" A familiar shout sounded beside me. I turned around and saw that the pink skirt was embroidered with intricate osmanthus flowers, which were swaying in the breeze.

Qingqing was so excited that she waved and jumped with all her strength, "Sister Zihua!"

Zi Hua finally heard the sound and turned around. At the moment when their eyes met, Qingqing felt a looseness under his feet, and it turned out that a whole rock on the slope of the forest was leaning over once in a century, as if there was a faint sound of thunder.

The roll picked up the gravel and rocks and rolled down the hillside quickly in a daze.

The slope was long and steep, as if there were hundreds of strong men around him punching and kicking him. Qingqing was bounced up and down countless times on the uneven slope, while his shoulders, thighs and elbows were all preparing to suffer without warning.

The next injury was a sudden pain in my ankle, as if it was tripped by something. I turned my upper body upside down and stretched it out suddenly, stopping halfway down the road.

Qingqing reluctantly raised his upper body with one elbow and casually glanced at his ankle, only to see some kind-hearted branches and vines somewhere. A slender arm stretched out and firmly grasped his ankle!

"Ghost!" The moon was dark and the wind was high. Qingqing finally couldn't help it and cried out in a hoarse voice.

"Eh?" Halfway up the slope, the owner of the hand actually said something human, "How do you know my name?"

Qingqing was so frightened that she couldn't help but look at it with wide, tearful eyes. She saw dense vine-like wrinkles curling up on that bony arm. The gray nails were almost half as long as her fingers. At this moment, her five fingers were like

An ancient banyan branch was tightly grasped and embedded in his ankle.

Who could care about the pain at this time? Qingqing gritted her teeth and pulled hard, trying to pull her right foot out of the long withered hand. Who knew that the owner of this hand was not generally strong, so he exerted a gentle force

, they captured Qingqing, including his body, stones and blood, and put them all into a cave hidden halfway up the mountain.

The cave was dark and there were no torches. Qingqing closed his eyes and used all his strength to move "Thousand Miles of Clouds". He pushed forward with a cry of "Ha!" Who knew that his palms suddenly touched something soft?

Huhu things looked like loose wrinkles on the face and slightly bulging eyeballs. A scream of "Ouch!" was heard, and an unknown heavy object suddenly landed a few steps away.

The man fell to the ground without making a sound. Qingqing stayed where he was, waiting for the cold and hot sweat to dissipate. Then he came back to his senses and asked tentatively: "Senior?"

No one answered in the dark cave.

Qingqing took another step forward and said, "Senior, everything's okay...ah!" He fell forward without warning, and landed in the mud. "Grandpa was kind enough to save you, but the little brat actually hit you hard?

"The owner of that hand stumbled Qing Qing and stood up: "What are you doing outside?"

Qingqing had lost count of how many times she had fallen since she woke up. At this moment, her teeth, lips, and chest were numb with pain. She simply spread her arms and legs, lay on the ground and muttered: "Why is it so lively? Isn't it lively?"

"That's weird." The man said "Eh", "Grandpa heard people saying 'kiss, kiss, kiss' outside, so he thought someone was marrying a daughter-in-law and having a wedding ceremony."

When Qingqing heard this, he was speechless. He didn't bother to explain for a while, so he continued to lie where he was:

"Senior, please give me your surname."

"What! Don't you know grandpa's name?"

"You know the devil!"

"Don't worry." The man laughed proudly in the darkness, "You know exactly my name, Grandpa - Lirong Mountain Linghu Ghost!"

Upon hearing this, Qingqing's already hoarse voice lost the last drop of interest in speaking - which generation of masters gave their disciples a name that was passed down from generation to generation!

After listening to Linghu Gui's excitement, Qingqing turned over and planned to continue lying there for a while. Unexpectedly, halfway through turning over, he heard sand and gravel rising in the air, and a solid kick hit him.

On the bruised and swollen belly, Qingqing couldn't help but curl up and trembled with pain: "Senior, why did you move your hands..."

"You're the one I'm going to hit!" Linghu Ghost flew up again and kicked Linghu Qingqing in the lower abdomen, "You heard the name of grandpa, don't you know how to get up and bow three times and kowtow nine times to salute?"

"Disciple, I really don't know the title of my senior..."

"lie!"

"No!"

Ling Hugui found a branch from a tree he didn't know where. He raised his hand and drew blood from Qingqing's already numb left arm. He said, "When I was in trouble before, I kept calling grandpa, but now I'm silent and don't know!"

After that, he hit Qingqing with another branch, leaving a bloody mark on his calf, "Grandpa should throw you ungrateful bastard back into the sea!"

Linghu Ghost said he would do it, and he lifted Qingqing up on his shoulders with all his strength. He pointed at the hillside outside the cave like a cannonball, and he was about to shoot Qingqing out before his eyes.

"Senior!" Qingqing shouted loudly, punching and kicking him, "Disciple knows! Disciple has remembered!"

Ling Hugui immediately stopped: "That's right. Kowtow to grandpa, grandpa will... eh?"

Grandpa Ghost was about to put Qingqing down when he suddenly glanced through the moonlight at the entrance of the cave and saw that Qingqing's left arm was hanging weakly by his side, like a broken bamboo branch, dangling unconsciously.

"How is this going?"

Qing Qing was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to explain it, so he said briefly and concisely: "I'm fighting with someone."

"With people from Miyu Lake?"

Qingqing was surprised: "How does senior know?"

"Injury like this is a typical 'Biting poison'..." Grandpa Ghost twisted Qingqing's left arm and looked at it carefully, "The red blood has condensed into a lump, and the sides of the wound have turned purple... It's hopeless, it's hopeless

.”

Hearing the last three words, Qingqing couldn't help but become nervous, "Senior, is this poison so powerful?"

"Of course, the reason why he, the 'Miyu Three-Day Guest', has made so many enemies and is still alive today is just because everyone is afraid of the 'Biting Poison' on the Yin-Yang Sword!"

Qingqing seemed to understand: "Then, do I have any solution, antidote or something like that..."

"No. Otherwise, how could this poison be so powerful?" As if to emphasize the power of this 'biting poison', Grandpa Ghost added, "This cold poison slowly blocks people's blood vessels, then

The blood can't flow through. As time goes by, it will naturally turn black and blue, kicking the feet, and 'burping'!"

"As for the antidote..." Grandpa Ghost said calmly, "I heard that there is a transparent-skinned white ghost on the mountain who has never died... maybe he was the first person to tinker with the antidote in hundreds of years.

?”

"Sir... ah, senior!" Qingqing couldn't help but straighten up, kneeling on the ground, "Please, senior, give me some antidote, so that I will never forget my senior's life-saving grace!"

"I'm not going, I'm not going!" Grandpa Ghost waved his hand, "I'm not familiar with that white-skinned ghost."

Upon hearing this, Qingqing was even more anxious and at a loss. Remembering that Linghu Ghost had asked her to bow and kowtow to him three times, she ignored the pain in her body and kowtowed to the ghost grandpa time and time again. Unexpectedly, this ghost grandpa was already

He didn't turn aside or come to help him, he just accepted this great gift and kept saying, "I won't go if I say I won't go!"

Qingqing thought of the tragic death caused by poisonous hair in the words just now, and became even more anxious and frightened at the same time. She kowtowed more than a dozen times in one breath. Suddenly, Qingqing bent down halfway and stopped in mid-air: "Bai

Skin ghost?"

"Yes." Grandpa Ghost nodded under the moonlight, "I heard he has transparent skin and a face as white as sweet white glazed porcelain."

"Ah!" Qingqing covered her mouth and almost exclaimed, "Isn't that..."

Linghu Ziqin was dressed in black, and her warm white skin seemed to shimmer under the shadow of the rising sun. The weather-beaten door was pushed open violently, and she reluctantly let out a "creak, creak, creak" cry.

The elderly woman squinted her eyes and saw the man at the door hidden in a black robe, with his white porcelain and silver snow-like skin shining slightly behind his hair. Although he felt very familiar, she couldn't recognize him for a moment.

.Linghu Ziqin stepped forward and threw a bag of silver flower fragments in front of the woman.

Ziqin didn't know these things called "silver coins". She couldn't resist Xia Lianggui's wishes, so she had no choice but to take them with her.

The fat woman was still awake from her sweet dream, her slender eyes like embroidery needles were stung by the flash of a whole bag of ingots. She stood up and trotted to Ziqin with her fat buttocks bumped up. "Which girl do you want to see, sir? Just pick it."

, I’ll make sure to leave it for you tonight!”

So this is what the broken stones are used for, Ziqin thought to herself. After making up her mind, she raised her dark eyes and stared directly at the fat woman: "All the girls who can play Ruan, now."

Seven girls, in order from red to orange to blue and purple, lined up in front of Ziqin. The girl in green immediately recognized the guest in black robe with a creamy face, but Ziqin ignored her and let her

Putting Li Mu Ruan on the corner of the table, making a noisy sound. Ziqin walked up to the girl in purple, and the girl said a gentle and sincere blessing: "A language with a small character."

The fat woman nodded towards Ayu, and Ayu gently turned the Ruan axis, tuned the strings and sang: "The red flowers are blooming, the east wind blows, the brother misses the little sister..."
To be continued...