The officers and soldiers of the Nan family opened the doors one by one. When they came to Qingqing's room, they stretched out their hands and pushed it. They found that the door was locked, and they immediately kicked it open: "Come out honestly!"

Amidst the flying dust, Alouzheng stood in front of the window in disheveled clothes. He was panting slightly, as if he was so frightened that his red lips turned red in front of a tall and powerful soldier. The first few soldiers gradually became friendly: "Girl's room"

Have you ever had any guests?"

Ah Lou trembled and shook his head.

A group of rough men nodded slowly, wishing to linger on Ayu's half-covered body for a few more seconds. Seeing Ayu, he almost fainted from shaking, and then a series of big swords and iron axes turned around and rushed towards the next room.

passed.

At this time, Qingqing was hanging in the gap behind the railing outside the window, and a colorless thread quietly wrapped around Ayu's delicate neck:

"If you dare to tell me, I will hang you."

After all the soldiers had gone away, Alou was still trembling and froze in place. Qingqing thought that he was already hanging out of the window, so there was no need to rush into the hall and meet Nanlin's men. So he tugged on the hidden thread in his hand.

, using a "vertical hook", he flipped the red-clothed Alousheng over from the edge of the railing.

Seeing Ah Lou's eyes widening, her mouth wide open, and about to scream, Qingqing quickly used her right hand to cover her mouth: "Follow me!" After that, Qingqing let go of Ah Lou from the railing and held Ah Lou in his arms.

He jumped directly from the building.

Looking down from a height of dozens of feet, the crowd on the ground has condensed into a chaotic swarm of colorful ants, and the knocked over lanterns and candles also burned into a ball. As soon as they landed softly, the beauty next to them made a muffled "bang" sound.

It hit the ground hard. At this moment, a group of officers and soldiers guarding the building surrounded it in the blink of an eye.

Qingqing saw that there were many people coming, so he tapped the woman's acupuncture point, turned around and ran. He saw two people crossing the tip of the spear, one orange and one red, rushing left and right, and flashed back into the hall at lightning speed. As soon as he turned the corner

, I saw a black face running in front of Qingqing: "Everything goes well in Nanfu, hurry up!" After that, An Yu picked up Ah Lou next to him and rushed out of the tower door with the wind at his feet. Qingqing didn't have time to think too much,

He immediately picked it up and followed him.

The streets were crowded with people, and the Ruixin Pagoda turned into a murderous place. Men and women with disheveled hair and half-naked bodies were all running like wild ducks. Hearing the strong wind blowing close to his ears, Qingqing didn't take it to heart: among the fleeing people,

There might be a few more experts who are good at magic.

Before Qingqing could finish thinking about the second half of the sentence, the black shadow behind him swept away. Before he could turn around to block the attack, he was hit hard on the side of the neck. Before he could turn around, his calf suddenly felt pain, and his knees couldn't help but soften. A bright blow

Kitchen knife clamped to chin:

"There is no history of peace."

Qingqing swallowed back the shout that reached her lips, and saw the figures of An Yu and Ah Lou getting further and further away from her sight. When the two finally condensed into two colorful dots, Qingqing said in a daze:

"Never say goodbye to water, fire or dust."

Back at the tavern, Xia Lianggui thrust a bowl of warm ginger tea into Qingqing's hand and said, "Let's go after we finish drinking."

Seeing that the skinny chess player in front of him had no intention of explaining, Qingqing raised his head and drank the bowl of ginger tea in one gulp. As his cold skin was suddenly warmed by the warm ginger tea, he didn't even have time to put the thick bowl on the table.

On the table, a black cloak and a fox mask were thrown over by Xia Chessman.

"It's okay to stay up all night."

"Yeah." Qingqing nodded.

Liang Gui closed the door of the shop, pulled Qingqing up and left. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and stared into Qingqing's eyes: "Say it again."

"If you don't see the history of Taiping, you won't leave the dust of water and fire."

There were blazing fires in the distance, and the big shops and stalls had been swept into ruins. Liang Gui and Qingqing passed quickly against the crowd. Before they could get far, they felt a heat wave coming. Groups of trees hugged each other with various shapes.

Strange shapes were curled up, crackling fireballs were flying, and the screams of humans, animals, and trees were mixed together.

Kong Yuechuan's mission this morning was to set a fire in Nanfu, and then escort Mo Lingfeng in to steal the music. The fire was already rising, passing through several seas of fire, and the cloaks on Qingqing and Liang Gui also burned.

.It’s just that the two of them moved very quickly and rolled around to crush them all at once.

Just seeing the old and young servants of the Nan family struggling to pat the fire along the way, Qingqing felt for a moment that he had come up with a bad idea.

As the crowds gradually dwindled, Xia Lianggui finally stopped. The golden gate of Nanfu stood in the firelight, and a jade plaque stood on the top of the door seven or eight feet high:

"Nanfu Broken Qionglin".

I don't know whether it was rare pear wood or mahogany kissing the tongue of fire, but waves of refreshing fragrance wafted out of the Nanfu courtyard. Qingqing was about to jump over the wall, but saw Liang Gui put his hands on the hot golden wood door, and pushed hard

Pushing, the precious giant fell to the ground. Without thinking, Qingqing followed the figure of the chess player and ran into the vast fire.

The brittle bamboo rustled in the vast sky, reciting the last burning song that has taken root for hundreds of years. In the wooden house next to the bamboo forest, the old woman's cloudy eyes scanned the hazy surroundings.

Even if Nanfu is rich for generations, it cannot buy the love of rescue in times of crisis.

The old woman's hands trembled until she fumbled for the dry and cracked bamboo slips beside her. When she touched the scroll she wanted, the old woman lightly touched the beggar girl's tattered clothes and pale face. "A few strokes of outline are enough for everyone to learn for a lifetime.

"The old woman was secretly sad in her heart, and the corners of her mouth could not help but raise in relief.

After rubbing it, Mr. Qianshan kissed the bamboo slip for the last time, raised his hand, and threw the bamboo slip into the blazing fire.

Xia Lianggui was familiar with the road and went straight to the wooden house deep in the bamboo forest. He slammed the door open and saw that the fire had burned to the side of the couch, and thousands of old bamboo slips were lying quietly under the flames. Liang Gui ran towards the old woman:

"Mr. Qianshan! Mr. Qianshan!"

The old woman reached out and touched the fox mask on Liang Gui's face: "You... are not from Nanlin."

Liang Gui didn't answer. Seeing that Qian Shan was afraid that it would be difficult to move, he had to pull the old woman to carry her on his back. Qing Qing saw that the bamboo slips in the house were piled up like a mountain. He took a cursory glance at them, but they were all very well-painted. He was afraid that it would be a pity to abandon them. So he opened his arms.

He stretched out his arms and picked up as much as he could, and jumped out of the door after Xia Lianggui.

When the fire gradually subsided, Liang Gui put the old woman down, took off an extra black cloak from her body, and wrapped it up in the bamboo slips Qing Qing had wrapped. Then she pulled off a few strips of cloth from her body, trying to wrap it up.

The old woman was tied to his back. Along the way, he could only hear the old woman lying on Liang Gui's thin back, humming a song in a low voice: "The clear peaches are fragrant in the wind, and the shooting stars are long this night..."

Although he didn't quite understand it, an inexplicable sense of sweetness came to Qingqing's heart.

While he was in a hurry, he suddenly heard the sound of hoofbeats on the ground, and a gray horse rushed over from the fire. Qingqing was suddenly shocked: he saw two people on the horse, and they were Kong Yuechuan and Mo Lingfeng. Yuechuan stood there

Ling Feng stood in front of him with a long bow and an arrow, and sneered: "Xia Chess Master, are you okay?"

Xia Lianggui took off his mask, blocked Qing Qing behind him, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Unfortunately, the general's anger caused the old guy to rob him."

Before Qingqing could recover, Yue Chuan's arrow had already been aimed at Liang Gui's eyebrows. In the silent night of fire, the old woman Qianshan lay alone on the ground, as if the sea of ​​​​fire and the blade in front of her were hundreds of miles away from her, still low.

Singing: "Sit up and listen to the orioles, there is nowhere to cross the Soul River..."

Although he knew that he had never heard this tune before, the more Qingqing listened carefully, the more pleasant a sense of familiarity he felt mixed in the tune, which disturbed people's thoughts. Looking towards the horse, it happened to be

Mo Lingfeng also frowned, as confused as himself about the origin of this tune.

Yue Chuan made a spin, turned over and dismounted. Xia Lianggui's eyes flashed coldly, and each move and arrow hit each other in mid-air.

The silver bow and arrow pierced the air sharply, but only a few steps away, the lingering sound of the bowstring resounded through the hundreds of steps. Under Liang Gui's sleeves, the same silver light flashed, and the black and white chess pieces complemented each other, whizzing up. The long arrow shattered the chess piece.

Xianran fought together, and the scorched earth shook faintly. He only heard the screams of silver light in the air, and a "bang" sound, and the southern forest was as bright as day, and arrows and chess pieces bloomed with big flowers of light.

Seeing that the outcome was still undecided, Yue Chuan re-cocked his arrow and loaded his bow, and Liang Gui's chess pieces were ready to be used. Before the two could fight again, Qing Qing collected a large number of chess pieces in his sleeves, and they were all crackling.

He flew towards the center of the two people in an unorganized manner.

Qingqing's dark chess came out of the blue, how could he hold back the long arrow silver chess? The three-pointers were seen messily colliding into a ball, and some of the extra black and white chess pieces in Qingqing's hand wandered off the line, flying alone into the flames.

He went into the bamboo forest. Seeing Yue Chuan looking this way, Qingqing made a fan with his hands again: "No, no, no, no, no."

After Qingqing took off his mask, Yue Chuan and Ling Feng reacted together and asked in surprise: "Lin'er?"

Without waiting for Qing Qing's answer, Mr. Qian Shan suddenly sang again behind everyone: "The clear peach fragrance is in the wind, and the shooting stars are long this night. Sit up and listen to the orioles, and there is nowhere to cross the Soul River."

...There is nowhere to cross the Soul River.

The gloomy cold air climbed up Qingqing's back to the top of his head. Taking a deep breath of the hot air and cool air, Mo Lingfeng suddenly covered his mouth and shouted: "This is the music score I lost, the lost "Zhengpian·Duhun"

"!"

Hearing Ling Feng's shout, Yue Chuan was slightly startled, and immediately turned around and pulled the string full again. Xia Lianggui had no intention of stopping: "Master Wen has such great ambitions!"

Now it was Kong Yuechuan who was confused: "Isn't this chess player here to grab the score for the Linghu family?"

After thinking to himself, he saw the silver light flashing in Liang Gui's sleeves, and he had no choice but to fire the arrow on the string. He immediately drew his bow and roared, letting the three ice arrows fly out coldly. He saw another silver firework burst.

In the air, flames danced wildly around him, and pieces of tile eaves and broken wood rolled to the ground in halls and buildings far and near.

With a "bang" sound, the magnificent gate of Broken Qionglin collapsed, turning into ruins in the blink of an eye.

Qing Qing watched Yue Chuan and Liang Gui fighting and couldn't stop them. Even though he was stomping his feet in a hurry, it was of no use. Suddenly feeling dizzy, he suddenly ran to Qian Shan: "Old lady, tell them to stop!"

Qianshan didn't reply to her words and sang alone:

"The clear peaches are fragrant in the wind, and the shooting stars are long in the night. I sit up and hear the orioles singing, but there is nowhere to cross the Soul River."

This song "Zhengpian: Crossing the Soul" has been ringing in Qingqing's ears for most of the night, and she is so familiar that she is about to spit it out. Hearing Qianshan singing it back and forth, there was only this one line in the end, and she couldn't help but feel anxious, and she picked up the hot song on the ground. The rocks, hidden in rows, were thrown at the ruins of Wayan.

"The clear peaches are fragrant in the wind, and the shooting stars are long this night."

Xia Lianggui's chess pieces are different from most of Linghu's chess pieces. In order to enhance the damage to the enemy, each chess piece has a tiny sharp blade shining with silver light. When he suddenly takes action, the chess piece in the air seems to have grown on its own. The wings, halfway through the flight, turned around and crashed into the fire.

“Sit up and listen to the orioles’ whispers, and you will have nowhere to cross the Soul River.”

Qingqing ignored the heated fight between the two men and just wanted to finish the second half of the slow verse with stones before Qianshan did. From the corner of his eye, he saw Yue Chuan's arrow leaving the string, shaking as if he was drunk. Staggering, he passed by Liang Gui's eyes and plunged into the soil.

Seeing this, Qingqing couldn't help but put away the stone and stopped. Qianshan's humming rang in her ears, and when she turned around, she saw Liang Gui holding his head with both hands, his arms spasming, and he fell to the ground tremblingly. .

"Ah ah ah -" Howls continued in the night sky, Yue Chuan's nosebleed spurted out, and he suddenly fell next to the horse's hooves.

Ling Feng was dumbfounded, and hurried forward, shouted with all his strength, and threw Kong Yuechuan, who was a whole circle bigger than him, onto his back. "General Kong!"
To be continued...