Before anyone else could recover, Ling Feng grabbed Nan Jianing's collar and, without knowing where the strength came from, knocked him against the wall with a "dong" sound. "Xiao Shu's moves, are you from? Where did you learn that?”

Jianing was stunned. He was pressed against the wall and couldn't breathe: "Businessman...this is copied from the bamboo slips in the Nanlin Shufa Pavilion..."

"nonsense!"

"Dang, it really doesn't happen." Yue Chuan saw that Ling Feng was pushing Young Master Nan too tightly, so he couldn't help but gently took action and held Ling Feng's arm. Only then could Jia Ning breathe again, "Mr. Qian Shan will show it to his disciples personally." The bamboo slips, how can I lie?"

Mo Lingfeng's eyes were about to be as big as copper bells, and he angrily grabbed Jianing, who was smaller than Zhengzheng No. 1, but refused to let go. Qingqing stood around, neither trying to persuade him nor not, but he caught a glimpse of the master. The small square handkerchief he held in his hand quietly slipped into his palm, turned around and fell into his own hand.

Looking at it unfolding, the man and woman were smudged in the ink fur, and the sword threads were intertwined. Even if there was only one scene, it was obvious that the two were fighting fiercely. But Qingqing often heard his master say that Nanlin's technique , the most particular thing is "the round shape of the flute and the square shape of the knife". The soft silk of the long sword on this handkerchief has never been seen before.

I was feeling strange, but a word came from the other side of the wall: "Lin'er, I'm not good at drawing... that's not a sword, it's a big knife!"

Big knife!

In a flash of lightning, Qingqing finally understood. The broadsword was not as hard as a long sword, but more flexible than the long sword. On the contrary, the body was hardened, so there was no need to spend so much thought on choosing the right way to attack.

Thinking of this, Qingqing couldn't help but look at the handkerchief again. Seeing the man's long silk thread about to stab the woman's heart, the big knife in the woman's hand... she couldn't help but suddenly raised her head and looked under Ling Feng's body: "Mr. Nan, Who won the last two people?"

"This is the manual of the master of our sect. Lin, Miss Lin, please don't tell anyone..."

Qingqing nodded and looked at the beggar girl's clear and indifferent features again. Kong Yuechuan was bored by the argument at the side, so he simply let Ling Feng do the work. He walked away and picked up the silver long bow. At the same time, he unloaded the bowstring. At the same time, he explained to Qing Qing: "The general has some extra, but the old bow string is much shorter than the long wire."

Qingqing smiled slightly, took the dagger from An Yu, and began to compete reluctantly.

Due to his habit of making moves, Qing Qing secretly used his dagger in a "Mountain and Flowing Water" style, trying to stick to the bow string. However, the bow string cleverly turned a corner and got wrapped around the flaw in the wrist. This move did not work, Qing Qing and Yue Chuan At the same time, he slowed down, turned around, retracted his weapon, and turned sharply again, hitting the "Daocheng Gale" over.

Another chop, but the soft long hair was not damaged at all, but it went straight into the middle, and it could pierce Qingqing's lower abdomen. Yue Chuan couldn't help but let out a "huh". As a general of West Lake, he couldn't see this move. The flaw lies.

There are still "Phoenix Terrace" in Nanlin and "Shajiang Yin" in Northern Desert.

Qingqing put down the dagger and frowned slightly. Jianing had just climbed out of the "Heavenly King Covering the Earthly Tiger" by layman Sangju on the side, when he was grabbed by the neck and pulled back: "Lin'er, don't try, I I’ve tried each one, but it doesn’t work!”

Qingqing seemed to be walking and didn't hear anything. She nodded silently, her eyes in a daze.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he saw streams of blood seeping out from Qingqing's fingertips and rotten straw sandals unconsciously.

Everyone in the room was stunned. Even Ling Feng Jianing, who was struggling with each other, stopped halfway. Only Qing Qing herself was completely unaware and was still gesticulating, nodding and shaking her head.

It's as terrifying as being possessed by a demon.

When everyone saw Qingqing's appearance, who dared to take a step forward? Yue Chuan tried to take a step quietly. Seeing that Qingqing had no reaction, he stepped forward again, and with a "pop" sound, he snapped his fingers in front of Qingqing's eyes.

.

"Ah!" Qingqing suddenly raised his head. Just as he and Yue Chuan looked into each other's eyes, a mouthful of blood rushed out, and his body fell to the other side involuntarily.

"Master..." Linghu Ziqin was dressed in a green robe, with her scarf down and her long black hair spread behind her. Seeing that the night was about to swallow Ziqin, Qingqing ran a few steps and immediately caught up with her.

."Master!"

After calling out, Ziqin did not look back.

I don't know if it's an illusion or something, but Qingqing always feels that the faster he runs, the farther and farther away from him the Master walks. "Wait a minute, disciple... Master!" His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he was clearly worried.

, unable to lift even one step. Finally, at the last moment when Ziqin's ant-like figure was about to disappear, she suddenly stopped.

Qingqing was so happy that she finally laughed and was about to run towards her master. Just as she was about to lift her feet, Ziqin slowly turned around and saw her face, which was whiter than snow and whiter than the moon, with drops slowly flowing in her eyes.

blood coming out.

When I opened my eyes, there were fireflies dotting outside the window, and the house was brightly lit.

An Yu was crawling by the window and yawning, and Ling Feng was lying on his back on the floor. Yue Chuan held a pillow in his arms and was dozing off. The moment Qing Qing lifted up the quilt, the three of them were excited at the same time.

Sitting up: "Lin'er, are you awake?"

Qingqing shook his head. He raised his hand and touched his chin, which still had dry scars left by vomiting blood.

Yue Chuan stepped forward, pressed Qingqing's back and heart, and pushed the warm spring-like breath into Qingqing's veins. Seeing that her face was slightly rosier, he said softly: "Are you hungry? Let's go to the kitchen to get some.

Come get something to eat.”

Still shaking his head, Qingqing suddenly raised his clear eyes and laughed cheerfully: "General, my disciple will definitely win tomorrow."

"Today." An Yu approached and sat next to Qing Qing, "Sister, there is only half an hour left before dawn, and our ship is almost docked. By the way..." Suddenly thinking of something, General An lowered his eyes.

, "Just to try out all the techniques of the four weapons, Mr. Nan spent so much money?"

"By the way." Qing Qing couldn't help but ask, "Where has Young Master Nan gone?"

"The three of us asked him to sleep next door, otherwise he and the layman would start to fight again."

"Obviously...shh!" Ling Feng just raised his voice, but Yue Chuan forced him down again, "Householder, please be quiet, Lin'er will have one last test tomorrow." Upon hearing this, Ling Feng immediately shrank.

Neck, obediently remained silent.

Seeing the three people looking at her, Qingqing suddenly became energetic: "I'm not sleepy, anyway, I will win tomorrow. It's just..." Halfway through, he burst into tears for some reason and was about to cry again, "It's just

I haven’t met Master yet…”

Yue Chuan couldn't help laughing and patted Qingqing on the shoulder: "Don't take winning or losing too seriously. When we arrive at Xuantan tomorrow, we will naturally find the place where Master Linghu is. Are you really not going to sleep for a while?"

"Not sleeping."

Yue Chuan sighed helplessly: "That's okay, we have to start as soon as dawn. I can just catch up on some sleep in the afternoon."

Hearing what General Kong said, Qingqing was thinking, where can I take a nap? She just thought about it silently and didn't want to say it out loud. Ling Feng suddenly clapped her hands and laughed: "Since everyone can't sleep, Xiaosheng has a

good idea."

The three of them looked at layman Sang Ju together. Unexpectedly, Ling Feng suddenly pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, and whispered a few words into Yue Chuan's ears. Yue Chuan nodded: "That's a good idea."

Now Qingqing and An Yu couldn't hold themselves back, temporarily forgetting their worries, and almost jumped up from the couch. Yue Chuan laughed softly, opened his animal bone fan, and whispered: "The four of us have been traveling together for the past half a year.

Along the way, from Ruixin Pagoda to Nanlin Shuangtan, we have caused a lot of troubles and made a lot of jokes..." Qingqing heard that he was so unhurried, and became even more anxious: "General, please speak frankly.

!”

"Well... what layman Sangju means is that we might as well follow the ancients and keep our friendship forever. How about we become sworn brothers with Jinlan as evidenced by the heaven and earth beside the Xuantan?"

Upon hearing the four words "Jinlan", Qingqing and An Yu jumped up almost at the same time, shaking their hands like fans: "No, no, no, no, no, no!" An Yu's face suddenly turned red from holding back: "Yu

You have been taken care of by the general since childhood, how dare you become sworn brothers with the general?"

"Then the general ordered you to sworn sworn sworn disciples, how dare you disobey the general's order?" An Yu was startled and suddenly speechless. Yue Chuan laughed again: "You have grown up by the general's side, and have shared life and death dangers countless times.

Advance and retreat. How can even brothers and sisters compare to the friendship between you and me?" After hearing this, An Yu lowered her head in silence.

Seeing that An Yu had nothing to say, Yue Chuan pretended to be serious, lowered his voice and asked Qing Qing: "What's your reason?"

Qingqing glanced at Ling Feng: "I, my master..."

But Ling Feng was surprised: "Could it be that Xiaosheng has something on his face?"

Seeing Ling Feng's clear and shining eyes, Qingqing was so anxious that she couldn't help but clench her hands into a ball: "Master... is my disciple's master!"

"Ah! What's wrong?"

"Master knows this and wants to reprimand his disciple!"

"Headmaster Linghu can't control Xiaosheng."

"Then Master Shu can't do it either!"

"Xiao Shu wouldn't even know." Ling Feng's expression suddenly brightened, "In the future, your master will most likely be ahead of you. When he arrived in front of the Lord of Hell, Xiao Sheng said, I will decide on the number one scholar.

Xiao Shu definitely agrees with this matter..."

It was very unpleasant to hear that Master was thinking about death and life. Qingqing quickly stopped him and said, "Master, please don't talk to the brothers and sisters on Lirong Mountain."

Ling Feng laughed and nodded quickly.

The four of them took out their silver bows, pottery xuns, plum branches, and daggers and placed them on the table, picked up a wisp of incense, and kneeled to the bright moon. The four of them were in a row, Yuechuan was the oldest, Lingfeng was the second, Qingqing Xingsan, and An Yu

The youngest. So Kong Yuechuan burned incense and took the oath:

"Yue Chuan, the incompetent descendant, is grateful for the kindness of the emperor and the love of the earth. The four of them work together and share weal and woe. We are not brothers and sisters, but we hope that we will forget our years and never rebel against them. God and mother earth will judge my heart together. If we change our will, we will kill each other together!" Oath!

After that, the three of them also burned incense and kowtowed, saying: "God and Mother, God and Earth, will judge my heart together. If I change my will and am unkind, I will kill both Heaven and Earth!"

Qingqing looked up at the full moon, the jade plate falling, and the clouds in the sky. She thought that she had settled a matter without regrets, but it was a pity that the wooden flute was not by her side. She didn't know whether she was happy or sad at the moment, only thousands of sorrows surged up.

Come to mind.

We are not brothers and sisters, but we hope that we will never regret it. Thinking of this, Qingqing gradually clenched her fists, and a drop of clear tears fell on her knuckles.

As the sky breaks, the final try of the Eight Music Festival in the eleventh year of Hua Chu begins.

The serious injury was not healed, and the cold wind clung to his thin clothes. Nan Jiayou couldn't help but shiver. A flute sound came from a distance, like weeping and complaining, and the lingering sound was filled with the breath of the clear waves of cold bamboo. It was clear.

Qing is standing floating on the Xuantan River, his green shirt is raised, and he is playing the bamboo flute with his eyes closed.

Looking at him with either ironic or sad eyes, Jiayou ignored the crowd that surrounded him like a thick wall, stepped directly on the hidden line, and walked into the pool step by step along the water waves.

Qingqing opened his eyes and put down the bamboo flute: "Hand over the white jade flute now, and I will spare your life."

Jiayou shook his head.

The bamboo flute rustled out in the wind, Qingqing pointed the hidden line under the water with his toes, raised his green shirt and rushed towards Jiayou. Jiayou stood on the spot, and when the bamboo knot was approaching, Baichi suddenly took action,

Using the move "Avoid Sharp Light", he avoided the attack of the bamboo flute and went straight into Qingqing's arm and towards his midsection.

Jumping back suddenly, Qingqing hooked his hands hard and smashed the bamboo flute and white bamboo flute together. Jiayou frowned slightly, and when he exerted force with his fingertips, he saw the emerald green white snow scattered with a bang, and the hard bamboo flute was in the air.
To be continued...