When Qingqing reached his climax in the flute song, a string of long and quiet sounds were handed over from behind the door.

Listening to this song carefully, the water should have flowed down the soup, but this strange sob was like a sarcastic sing of ancient trees, but it left a scent of tears for the long drops. On the top of the head, there were inadvertent sounds of birds, mostly two birds walking around the tree for a long time, and some people cried and bleed from time to time.

Qingqing whimpered, and listening to the music of the two sounds, his heart trembled, and a tear fell on the back of his hand. His fingertips suddenly jumped away from the flute hole. It turned out that he had no control of his hands and several slippery sounds flashed.

The low door opened in response to the sound: "The person who comes is the old friend."

Qingqing wiped tears with the back of his hand: "...Mo Lingfeng."

Mo Lingfeng's smile overflowed with tears: "When I see the girl, I am still there like a book of my son."

Mu Xiao took action quickly, Qingqing raised the flute, slashed the sky spirit cover and then hit Mo Lingfeng. Mo Lingfeng was caught off guard by this unexpected change and had no time to dodge. He just covered his head with his hands: "Xiaoshu, I was wrong!"

The clouds rolled and unfolded, and it started to drizzle. The narrow thatched shed suddenly squeezed into the four people. An Yu took out some medicine and carefully applied it to Mo Lingfeng on his face.

Kong Yuechuan and Qingqing winked, and Qingqing sighed and turned his head to one side.

Unexpectedly, the "Sang Ju layman" not only did not get angry, but his eyes shone: "Lin'er, is Xiaoshu finally willing to see me?" After reacting for half a quarter of an hour, Qingqing realized that Mo Lingfeng gave him a elegant name. In his ears, Qingqing was even more angry and forced himself to press on his chest, saying in a deep voice: "Master shows you fireworks, why don't you come?"

"Ah!" Ling Feng stood up from the potion on his face, "I'll go now!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the gate. But he couldn't run three steps away, and Qingqing swept his legs and ate the mud. The wound where the medicine was just now cracked and the wound was cracked again. Ling Feng covered his chin: "Xiaoshu, I was really wrong!"

Qingqing could not control his temper in the end, and the flute flowers surround his hands. Seeing that there were another series of death-taking pen formations. Kong Yuechuan quickly looked fast, opened his arms, and hugged Qingqing and Yuxiao in his arms.

Yue Chuan, who was standing beside him, was unable to defend himself, and indulged her childish temper, so he let Qingqing chase Mo Lingfeng for several miles in Danju Yaxiang's yard. Not to mention the overturned flower pots, wine cups and money, if Mo Lingfeng fell the third time, the delicate bone would have to be killed.

"Of course you were wrong!" Qingqing roared weakly, and tears that broke through the dam rushed towards him, "Master just wants to see you, the last look..."

"The last glance?" Ling Feng lay down and raised his upper body, "I have no chance?"

"No more!" Qingqing cried sadly in Yue Chuan's arms, "I don't know where the master is now!"

After hearing the last sentence, Lingfeng jumped up like a frog, and the strength from somewhere suddenly pulled Qingqing out of Yuechuan's hand: "Go away quickly, let's go find your master!"

Yue Chuan didn't allow him to be stupid at all. Ice Palm firmly held Ling Feng's shoulder: "Miss Lin means that you will never have a chance in the future."

"forever……"

"Always, forever, forever, forever--never."

Ling Feng stood there, staring at Yue Chuan's clear eyes. Suddenly, he burst into tears like a child.

God knows that the remaining three people took unknown effort to wake up Mo Lingfeng who had cried until fainted. Qingqing picked up the silver needle and rushed through the woolen medicine skills he learned on the mountain and Qichuan. Finally, he saw the master open his eyes.

"Xiaoshu...you really can't come back forever?"

Qingqing lowered his eyes silently. Kong Yuechuan, who was beside him, didn't know how to answer this question.

After the tears stopped crying, Qingqing explained the ice and snow battle in the first year of Huachu to the Master from beginning to end. After hearing this, Ling Feng did not continue to cry, but said, "I'll be with you."

Qingqing and Yue Chuan looked at each other: "What are you doing together?"

"Go to Nanlin." Ling Feng said word by word, "Xiaosheng wants to kill Nanxiao!"

After a while, seeing that the three people were not talking, Ling Feng looked at the three people with surprise: "Is it difficult?"

"Well..." Yue Chuan touched his chin, "The leader of Sect Nan was seriously injured by the female hero Linghu, which should be easier than ten years ago."

Ling Feng slapped his thigh: "Then let's just say that!"

The utensil blown between Mo Lingfeng and Qingqing was a piece of natural hay that had hollowed out bamboo shoots and polished brightly. Under the swaying dark yellow candlelight, Qingqing was secretly ecstatic with this hay in his arms. Liu Yinhuan climbed the hall, and had only been waiting for eighteen years...

One flute and one oar, separated by twenty-two years.

While I was thinking, I suddenly heard heavy steps coming from the bursting sound of candle flowers. I have been practicing the technique of listening to the sound and distinguishing the shapes in the sound of the piano for ten years. Qingqing didn't have to turn around, so he naturally understood who was coming.

"General Xiao Hei" approached quietly and approached Qingqing's ear: "There are two things that I want to tell Miss Lin."

Qingqing raised his head and said, "General An, please speak."

Perhaps because she was called "General" by Qingqing, An Yu smiled bitterly and curled his lips:

"The first thing was, in the first year of Huachu, Yu and my generals were also there. The body of Linghu's female hero was taken away by the Nan family and was said to be buried in Shuangtan."

"Take away the body?" Qingqing almost exclaimed, "What are the Nan family doing?"

——"Next time I meet Nanlin and his son, I will definitely give them an explanation."

Qi Xue's words in the bamboo house were still ringing in her ears. Strangely, Qingqing did not feel that there was a fire of revenge in her chest burning, but instead calmly counted the hatred for ten years: taking the flute, losing the secret, poisoning, and the master's body was incomplete...

When An Yu saw Qingqing distracted, he waved his hand: "The second thing is Bayin Club - no one with the surname Linghu is allowed to participate."

Qingqing took another deep breath and opened his eyes widened.

An Yu spread his palms under the dim yellow light, and a small cloth bag appeared in An Yu's palm. Qingqing reached out to take it, but An Yu suddenly withdrew his hand and threw the cloth bag in the air. His hands reached into the air at the same time. Qingqing used a "stroke" stroke, his left hand was empty, and he hit An Yu's upward palm. After hitting the "Lu Duanxi Elephant", the cloth bag was getting farther and farther away from him.

——"It turns out that General Hei is a left-handed." Qingqing understood in his heart.

When he looked up again, the cloth bag was firmly held by An Yu. An Yu shook his head, got up and left.

Qingqing stood up again and rushed towards An Yu from behind. An Yu held the cloth bag high with his left hand, blocked the frame with his right hand, and threw the cloth bag into the air. This time, Qingqing learned his lesson, changed his left hand to a "stop" stroke, and used the "collapse waves and thunder" to meet General Hei's hard arm. General Hei smiled slightly - gently patted the cloth bag with his right hand, and when he saw the small bag, he was about to alternately return to An Yu's left hand.

Qingqing also smiled slightly, and suddenly turned his right hand, changing to his left hand, intercepting it between An Yu and the cloth bag. It turned out that it was not "collapse of waves and thunder", but "a hundred-jun crossbow" - the right hand was swaying and "broken".

The cloth bag finally landed steadily in Qingqing's palm. An Yu spread his hands and left the house silently. Qingqing opened the cloth bag-

It was wrapped in a torn blue shirt.

"Help! Save me-" A shrill scream cut through the long street, and thick smoke rolled up. A woman's red dress was on the ground, and the half-stitched bun on her head was still decorated with small petals of red peonies.

The first stop for Qingqing and the other four to set off from "Sang Jujuju" was the main place in Nanlin in the middle of the night - Ruixin Tower.

The red tung oil paint spreads over a hundred layers of carved beams. The corners of the house are like pavilions, and red and green glazed tiles are colorfully dotted. Six snow-jade railings are spreading to the sky, and long dragons are coiled. Even the butt of the first layer of dragons, there are also ingenious carvings blooming layer by layer with the tail of the long dragon.

The two gray-white lions standing at the main entrance were very elegant. At this time, one of them was holding a string of firewood in their mouths, and they were about to ignite the fire platform built on the ground.

"Okay, if you don't say it, your madam can't save you even if you have the will!"

"I won't say it, I won't say it..."

The woman in red was tied to a wooden stake, moaning and screaming, and four horses couldn't help but stand at the same time. Qingqing looked around, and the streets were coming and going, as if the fire platform was rolling in smoke was no different from the bun shop that was cooking next to her. There were even a few weak scholars wearing headscarves looking at each other, and the madam smiled: "I'm clamoring for a few, so let our girls be quiet."

Seeing Qingqing hesitating and trying to step forward, Kong Yuechuan suddenly grabbed Qingqing's horse rope: "There is less chaos in the southern forest."

"This fire is about to burn!"

"Shh-" Yue Chuan lowered his voice, "Make a bet with Miss Lin, I feel that the fire cannot be burned."

Qingqing glanced at Yue Chuan with a squint eyes. Yue Chuan seemed to have watched the same play 499 times, and is now watching the 500th time on Nanlin Street. He focused his attention, and Qingqing really heard the woman shouting in the fire: "I said, I said, I said that..." While squatting down, he started sobbing tremblingly.

Yue Chuan looked at it with a slanted eye: How about it?

Qingqing pulled up his horse and walked through this road silently. As soon as he turned into a new alley, Qingqing suddenly clapped his hands with excitement: "Master, the score you have thrown away is settled!"

Mo Lingfeng blinked his little round eyes: "Lin'er, how did you know that I lost the score?"

"The Master Nan is here to ask for it, but the master doesn't. You didn't give it to me yesterday, so you must have lost it yourself!"

When he heard this, Ling Feng suddenly scratched his head: "Xiaosheng lost too much paper... How could he remember his name?"

When Yue Chuan heard this, he came over with a smile: "Do you still remember the "Preface to the Collection of Elegances" he wrote at the top scholar banquet?"

Mo Lingfeng tilted his head and thought, and suddenly he was like a calm person. At the Bayin Club’s No. 10 Years ago, the three brothers and three drunken and shaking, but everyone stuffed a thick brush into their hands: “The No. 10 Years and Brothers wrote one for us!”

That day, I was so drunk that I had to slide down the chair even when I sat down. I had to lie on the huge gold-edged red paper, dozing while half asleep and half awake, scribing the red pride that I could not afford at all. I felt that the brush in my hand was pulled away by someone, and I stood up in a panic. The fairy in front of me closed the moon and shyly flowers. She turned around and flew into the moon palace, leaving only a soft word in my ear:

"This is my brush..."

When he woke up the next day, the leader of the Nan asked him in surprise, why did the white jade flute that was rewarded with the top scholar not see? He muttered a few words, only saying that the fairy had taken it away. Everyone asked, and he said that he had taken the fairy's brush without permission, and of course he had to compensate her for the white jade flute.

In the same year, I asked again, who was the fairy, and Mo Lingfeng clearly spit out two words:

"Little Book."

In other words, the Master was not in the hands of the Master at the beginning?

Qingqing thought to himself. If the master did not take away the music score and Bai Yuxiao, there would be someone else at the banquet, taking advantage of the chaos and getting drunk, and taking "Fan Ya Ji" away from the eyes. After all, according to the master's personality, even if he was awake, he could not tell which pieces of the snow-like score paper were taken away.

"Yes!" Yue Chuan slapped his head, "Actually, when I saw this white jade flute, I should recognize Miss Lin."

"Then you know..." Qingqing raised his index finger in front of his lips, "What did I hear just now?"

The three of them looked at each other in a glance.

"I heard the girl in red clothes say that the book "Fan Ya Ji" was sewn into it by her, the leader of Nanlin, Mrs. Jiang's--the cold pillow!"

"So far away." An Yu suddenly spoke, "How did Miss Lin hear it?"

Qingqing raised his chin and said, "Don't ask me who my master is."

An Yu nodded with a wry smile, then lowered his eyes: "The general, do you want to go to the Nanzhu Sect's Mansion now?"

Before An Yu could finish his words, Yue Chuan raised his left hand: "No. If Mrs. Jiang knew it, there would be no need to visit Lirongshan a few days ago... If Mrs. herself didn't know it, once we said it, how could she be willing to return to the original owner?"

After hearing Yue Chuan's words, the four of them were silent one after another, and there was indeed no better idea.

Qingqing suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked proud: "Let's steal!"

"Yes!" Qingqing thought the three of them would object together, but Ling Feng agreed not to be the first to agree, "Xiaosheng, go and take a sneak peek: If it is Xiaosheng's own handwriting, then Mrs. Jiang will give her an explanation; if it is not Xiaosheng's clumsy work, take the opportunity to find out the terrain of the Southern Palace, and assassinate Nan Xiao in the future, it is just around the corner!"

An Yu laughed in a hurry and turned to Yue Chuan: "Yu listened to the general's arrangement."

Among the four, only the gentle Kong Yuechuan looked righteous and full of justice. Qingqing couldn't help swallowing in front of these clear eyes. After a long moment, Yuechuan finally slowly spit out a word: "Okay."
To be continued...