Qixue stared at Ziqi's hand holding the chess, took a deep breath, took a step back, took off the soft whip from her sleeve and laid it on her chest, making a "circular" look, and was ready to go.

After looking at Qingqing after his eyes, Qingqing was still standing there, not knowing what kind of god he was walking away.

The wind blew up in the sleeves of the chess robe, and dozens of black pieces flew straight towards Qingqing and Qixue with the sound of the wind. Qixue looked closely and found that the chess pieces flying in the shape of "one" were all black and there were no white pieces. She held the soft whip in her hand tightly and said lightly: "Let's go!" Just a flash of light and shadow, the soft whip was flying like a dragon, knocking down the chess pieces in front of her quickly one by one.

Everyone was secretly impressed by Qixue's actions. Zihua couldn't help but scream: "Okay!"

Next to Qixue, there were also a few black pieces flying towards Qingqing, flying slowly in the air. Qingqing's eyes were blurred, neither dodging nor attacking, but just retreated step by step in the direction of the chess piece. Seeing that the black pieces were about to hit Qingqing's nose, Qingqing actually hit the pillar without any warning, and long black hair scattered behind him.

At this moment, the two black pieces in the middle in front of Qingqing finally collided and fell to the ground. Seeing that there were still seven or eight pieces left without any retreat, Qingqing finally came to his senses, raised the wooden flute, used the flute as a pen, and pointed it gently on the chess piece on the far right with a "Thousand Mile Formation Cloud". He heard that the first piece on the right hit the second one, and the second one hit the third one...

With a crisp sound of "ding ding dong dong", Qingqing took action once, and let the chess pieces "kill each other" cleanly.

Ziqin looked at Ziqin, Ziqin looked at Ziqin, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Ziqin thought to herself that Ziqin had handed out half of her chess skills last night. Ziqin originally thought that Qingqing had only inherited the skills of her senior brother Ziqin. Unexpectedly, she used the skill of her junior sister's calligraphy at this moment, and was obviously better than Qixue's skill.

Seeing this, everyone also felt that Qingqing was sure to be sure of a sure thing.

Seeing the second round of chess pieces coming again, Qi Xue was eager to win, and heard a "wow" sound, and a soft whip waved to roll up a row of chess formations and hit the ground. Qingqing was stunned, but he didn't know what kind of god came out.

"Qingqing!" Qi Lang couldn't help but call in a low voice, but Qingqing's eyes were still in a daze, regardless of it.

A row of black chess flew in the shape of a "one". Qingqing listened to them colliding on their own, as if they had broken through the jade pendant of the immortal, pure and pleasant. Qi Xue wrapped the eight black pieces and pushed down hard. It seemed arrogant, but in fact she firmly controlled the position of the chess piece landing. The eight black pieces quietly passed by the ground in the fierce wind.

Just now, Qi Xue saw Qingqing gaining the upper hand, and at this moment she was even more eager to get back 10%. She saw eight chess pieces neatly arranged in a row, with the same interval, and stopped on the ground in sequence. Seeing this, Ziqi finally nodded with a smile.

Qingqing was wandering around, but he vaguely heard a cracking sound in the air. Then he realized that the chess sleeves were silent, and there were a few black pieces in front of him hidden behind him. The first group of chess formations collided and fell behind, and the hidden black pieces in the latter group were storming and hitting people's eyes. Although Qingqing wanted to lift the flute to block the frame, it was too late.

Seeing the scattered chess pieces sneering and pressing them to the front of them, Qingqing couldn't help but hold a breath, stood there in a daze, and opened his eyes desperately.

The elders and juniors in the field were stunned for a moment. The blackspots were about to make a few holes in Qingqing's body. At a critical moment, they suddenly turned a corner in the air, straight towards the ground, and smashed a few shallow pits.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ziqi turned her face and stuck out her tongue at Ziqin, pretending not to see Ziqin's serious expression, "If you dare to mess around, try it."

Now, only a few chess pieces are left in the chess game. Everyone holds their breath and concentrates - the only white piece is about to appear in this flying piece.

What is "wooden foxes hide in wild"?

Those who are obsessed with chess and chess are all charmed by foxes, or may be regretful for life, just to make a move, and to escape from the dust and look for immortals without regret. Ziqi's chess skills are rigorous in killing, even if they are black and white pieces parked in the air, there will be no disorderly order. If they were not encountering strong enemies, Ziqi would probably not have put the pieces in such a cunning position.

Is this the trick of uncle hiding behind him?

The wind is gradually rising, and the last moment finally comes.

Ziqi did not fly out in rows, but instead hid it into a chess formation, completely covering the two people. Disciples like Qixue who have truly practiced chess skills could see which games were in the chess scores as early as when Zixue took action. Therefore, Qixue held the whip in her hand and confidently broke the life and death of the game in front of her.

With a "swish" sound beside him, Qingqing actually inserted the wooden flute back to his waist, turned his hand into a sword, and rushed forward to the chess formation.

Qingqing leaned sideways and let several black pieces pass by. Seeing a chess piece happening to be around him, Qingqing stretched out two fingers, and with a move to "fall the peak" and gently clamped the chess piece. Qingqing said softly, "Fallen!" A white light flashed in the air, and the white piece in Qingqing's hand jumped towards the other black piece like a falling stone, and rushed over. The black piece suddenly struggled in the air, turned around and hit the Linghuziqi's face straight.

Ziqi didn't move at all. After a smile, she saw the black spot that finally flew in the air, like a wilted dead leaf. She swung around and fell to the ground weakly. Qixue saw Bai Zi flying by, and immediately raised her soft whip. With the force of the whip, she turned around and hugged Bai Zi into the palm of her hand.

At this point, the winner is clear.

Qingqing stood there like a clay sculpture, staring at the black chess lying on the ground.

Ziqi put the chess and snatched the lantern table, and Chong Qingqing smiled helplessly: "I guessed wrong."

Qingqing also smiled. Before everyone could react, they saw Qingqing spewing out a mouthful of red blood.

"...This child is carved from the same mold as Zishu."

Through the thin bamboo curtain, the conversation between Ziqin and Ziqi came in clearly. Qingqing only remembered that the sky was spinning at the last moment, as if all the internal organs were about to burst open. When he closed his eyes, his head was leaning against Ziqin's arm, and everyone was calling their names. Then, he couldn't remember anything.

"Qingqing is only in his teens. If you hide again, how can you have any room for anything?"

"Now is not the time to be anxious!" Ziqin gradually lowered her voice, "Chess, I'm worried..."

Suddenly, Ziqi's voice suddenly rose, "Is this a reason?! If you are worried that Qingqing will stay alone, I will ask Qixue to give you the opportunity to split the hall!"

After a while of silence, a sigh of Qin came for a while: "No."

Ziqin entered the bamboo house and saw Qingqing sitting in front of Qin's desk fiddling with a few pages of the score. She was slightly surprised: "Wake up."

"Yes." Qingqing nodded, "Why do I look very similar to my master?"

It seemed that he was prepared for Qingqing's straightforwardness. Ziqin sat down and rubbed Qingqing's scattered hair: "When you were a child, you were like Zi Shushu when you were a child.

Qingqing lowered his head. Ziqin brought a thick black soup for the night and put it to Qingqing: "Remember to drink it while it is hot. Don't wait for us to rest early in the evening." It was not until Ziqin's figure disappeared into the mountain shadow for a moment that Qingqing came to his senses and felt a lot of pain in his body. A familiar feeling surged into his heart, but he couldn't say it for a moment.

While he was dazed, the window behind him rang sharply. Ziqi pushed open the bamboo curtain in front of the window and grinned at Qingqing: "The medicine is not as good as wine!"

When Ziqi mentioned this again, Qingqing felt a sense of nameless fire in his heart, so he hunched angrily and turned his head. Ziqi still perseveredly hit the bamboo curtain and asked, "Qingqing, do you like playing the piano or chess?"

Seeing that the small bamboo curtain was about to fall apart, Qingqing turned his head and thought about it, and said, "Play the piano."

"Take it seriously?" Ziqi blinked mysteriously, "If I choose to play chess, I will ask you with Ziqin."

"Eh?" Qingqing was frightened, "Why did Uncle Master joke like this?"

Ziqi waved his hand: "Forget it, there are still many things tonight."

Qixue came over the moon when the willows were slightly on the moon. As soon as Qingqing smelled the aroma of baked flower cake, he heard Qixue screaming: "The medicine is so cold, why haven't you drunk it yet?"

Qingqing picked up the bowl, took a sip, and then chewed the dried plum cake silently. Qixue tried to speak several times, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton and could not say anything.

After a while, Qixue took Qingqing's hand: "This opportunity to divide the church should be yours."

Qingqing shook his head, turned his chin and smiled: "Don't sister, do you want to go down the mountain alone?"

"If you don't hide it from you, of course I want to!" Qi Xue slapped Qingqing's back: "If you go to the world today, you can only follow four techniques: Nanlin Xiaonan, the leader of Nanlin, turns black and white, and wins people's hearts. Yu Shigu has an irreconcilable grudge. In the future, Linghu's children will definitely raise their heads to fight him. Xihu Zhengwen has never been able to watch on the wall. Only when he is in the world can he let Nanxiao's old son lie on the broken Qionglin; Beimo Di Jimo's whereabouts are strange and eccentric, he is definitely not a person who can be trusted..." When he said this, Qi Xue's eyes flashed, as if he was standing in front of thousands of troops, with a bit of heroic spirit, "If our Linghu's children can go down the mountain one after another to show their hands and feet..."

Qingqing covered her mouth and smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth: "I like the outside of the mountain so much, why do I feel wronged?"

Qixue sat next to Qingqing: "I am only worried about you. Do you really don't want to go down the mountain to see?"

"I don't want to." Qingqing pouted, "I only like the bamboo shadows standing on Rongshan at dusk and the birds singing in the morning light." Seeing Qixue smiled slightly, Qingqing gradually restrained her smile: "Only one thing is left - Nanlin and his son made a big fuss ten years ago, but their master...but their bodies are unknown."

Qixue opened her eyes wide, put her arm on Qingqing's shoulder, and sighed heavily. After a while, Qingqing's arm also put it on Qixue's back. The two girls hugged each other, and Qixue said softly: "Next time I see the Nan father and son, I will definitely ask them to give me an explanation."

Qingqing leaned on Qixue for a long time, suddenly stood up and said, "I will teach you how to play the piano." Seeing Qixue's puzzled expression, Qingqing stood up to the corner of the house and took out a tung zither from the woven bag and said, "I won't hide it from you. The night before the Linglan Festival, the uncle asked me to practice the 'Black Elegant Flying' several times. I don't owe you."

Qi Xue Ben was not interested in learning the piano, and he didn't care much about the master's teaching this magic to other disciples. However, seeing that Qingqing's face was pale and his blood was not healed, it was rare to raise some interest, so he cheered up and leaned over to the other side of the piano and observed quietly.

Qingqing's ten fingers jumped on the seven strings like water waves: "The calendar of piano techniques mostly comes from the right hand. The eight starting techniques are 'smear, pick, hook, pick, break, hold, beat, and pick'," Qingqing pointed inward and bounced in, and a long single note lingered in the small bamboo house. "This is called 'smear'." Qingqing popped the finger behind the string outward again: "This is called 'smear'. The so-called 'smear' must be hung straight down in the air, not slanted out, not be side strings..."

Seeing Qingqing's ten fingers jumping on the strings of the piano, Qixue felt an old man in his ear like a book of the New Year, and his eyelids gradually became heavy without control. Half a stick of incense passed, accompanied by an elegant sleeping song, Qixue's uniform breathing and piano sound finally came one after another.

Qingqing's middle finger was hanging straight, and he looked inward, and wiped the strings with his left hand: "Sister Sister, this is called 'hook'."

After saying this alone, Qingqing found a thin quilt and covered it behind Qixue. He held the flute in his hand, followed the direction of his master and uncle leaving, and stepped into the clear light for a night.

On the night of standing on Rongshan, the cold moon shone with sparse shadows. Qingqing heard the cicadas gradually mixed with some unspeakable sounds, so he jumped up to the tree in a gust of forest wind. Whenever the leaves rustled, he would grop between the treetops. After a while, he saw a glimmer of light flashing in front of him.

Qingqing approached and realized that he had arrived at the shore of the cliff. The sea breeze was mixed with water vapor, and the smell of water tide came to his nose. Ziqin and Ziqi stood at the edge of the dangerous cliff. They looked at the path leading to the cliff without saying a word, allowing the sea breeze to blow up their clothes in the direction they stood. Qingqing then noticed that the master was carrying the seven-stringed lyre that often played. A sound of solid footsteps gradually came from the other end of the road.

Qingqing has been practicing music theory for a long time and is used to judging everything beside him. At this moment, he heard footsteps coming, and felt that although the visitor had not yet used his skills, he must be a rare top master in the world. He couldn't help but hold his breath and saw a familiar figure appearing under the tree: "Mi Yuhu Wenxian, I have seen the leader of Linghu."

"President Wen, you are kind." Ziqin and others returned the gift and looked at another man beside Wen Xian. "It is said that there is a 'three-day guest' in Mi Yu Lake. Why is there only Mr. Ruodong today?"

The man was covered in a wide black robe, and the breeze blew, like a ghost in a painting book. A sonorous and steady bass came from the black robe: "Junior Brother Mo and Junior Brother Luo are not happy with the troubles of the world, and the leader of Linghu laughed at him."

An unknown premonition immediately surged into Qingqing's heart. Wen Xian said slowly: "The leader of Linghu has lived in seclusion in Rongshan and has not left for ten years. Although the people in the martial arts world admire the leader Rong Renliang, it is not a long-term solution after all. Brother Yu took the initiative, I wonder what the leader of Linghu thinks?"

Ziqin stared at Wen Xian and did not answer. Ling Hu Ziqi sneered: "We are not anxious about the grudge between Li Rongshan and Broken Qionglin. Why should we bother to the leader of Wen?"

"Your Madam is such a bad word." Wen Xian was not angry at the sarcasm. "Since the death of the Linghu female hero ten years ago, the secret of the 'Silver Hook' has long been known by idle people in the world. Nowadays, the heroes are rising up and fighting bloody battles are all just for the white jade flute in the hands of the head. In the face of such a dangerous situation, will the head still retreat and let many good players kill each other?"

Qingqing was on the tree, and the more he heard it, the more he became, the more he was wrong: "Why did the people outside the mountain insist on snatching the wooden stick left by my master? "

Ziqi was carrying his hands on his back. Seeing that the uncle clenched his fists tightly, even if there was a thousand-pound stone in Ziqi's palm, he was afraid that he would be crushed into powder. Ziqin sighed softly and smiled bitterly, "I would like to ask Master Wen's ability to control the situation of taking action by the sister-in-law."

It was said that Zihua asked Qixue to give Qingqing some flower cakes and medicine, but Qixue hasn't come back for a long time. Although he had never set foot in the place where Ziqin and Qingqing lived on weekdays, he was also confused at this moment, so he took two naughty monkeys to look for the mountain. When he entered the house, he saw Qixue wearing a thin blanket, hanging out together, and sleeping sweetly.

Zihua hurriedly shook Qixue's shoulders: "Where is your junior sister?"

Qixue opened her eyes in a daze. When she saw the master coming, she was so scared that she stood up quickly. Looking around the bamboo house for a week, Qingqing had long disappeared. Zihua picked up the score on the piano table and recognized it as a sleeping song by her senior brother. She couldn't help but clapped her hands and shouted, "No!" and hurriedly ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

With just a few words, the four people started to fight, and the cliff was like a sea of ​​fire and icebergs.

Ziqin and Wen Xian each took off the seven-stringed Qin and Fengwei Zheng and sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff. Ziqin raised her collar and her right hand rose and fell lightly, making a string of overtones. Wen Xian rubbed a long shaking finger, and the zheng sound gradually began to compete with the qin sound.

Qingqing felt a headache on the tree. The more he wanted to get out of the sea of ​​sounds that were fighting with the piano, the more he was tightly entangled by a strange gravity in the music, and he could not move half a step. If he listened carefully, he found that the music was extremely wonderful. The sound of the piano was distant and the sound of the zither was ethereal. The cooperation was seamless, as if it was created by heaven and man. The killing aura kept coming from the fingertips of the two of them and the strings of the piano. Qingqing felt that the two of them had ice and fire in his mind, so he had to hug the tree trunk tightly, for fear of falling down. At the same time, he was attracted by this unknown piano music. The more fascinated he heard, the more his head was about to explode.

The music became faster and faster. Both of them closed their eyes, and sweat kept dripping from their foreheads. Wenxian used the "Daocheng Fierce Wind" ziqin to use the zither technique of "Daocheng Fierce Wind", pointing like a kingfisher pecking at the dike, and it kept jumping on the strings. Ziqin used the seventy-two rolls in the "mountain flowing water", allowing both hands to be free and unrestrained on the piano, and was extremely relaxed and free.

A few steps away from them, the fierce intersecting sound of Ziqi and Ruodong's weapons was even more like a slash of the sky.

The Mr. Ruodong held a Yin-Yang Sword in his hand, half black and half silver-white, flashing with a cold air under the moonlight. Ziqi also completely lost his usual sloppy appearance. The black and white pieces seemed to be stained with fairy energy. Long black and white lights cut through the night sky and collided with the Yin-Yang Sword in Ruodong's hand, but the sky collapsed and the earth shook.

Qingqing was already unable to hold on, but at this moment the branches of the old tree screamed again, and pieces of dust, leaves, sand and stones smashed to the ground, feeling that they were about to be thrown to the ground by the old tree. As the earthquake broke, the black light and white shadows in front of Qingqing's eyes flashed across.

I had no time to think about it, so Mu Xiao took action, as if he was still in the Linglan Festival, and he beat all the chess formations.

The chess formation at this moment is much more complicated than the Linglan Festival. However, Qingqing worked hard with Ziqi for half a night, and then he saw the clues. Qingqing still drove away with a "Thousand Mile Formation Cloud" with a move, and let the black and white pieces collided in a row, smashing them back with all their might, embedded in the open space in front of Ruodong. With a few "bang", the chess piece that was beaten back by Qingqing rose up on the ground, and the four people stopped in an instant.

It turned out that during the fight, Mr. Ruodong had already noticed someone hiding on the treetops, so he deliberately turned his sword back and asked about the "Sun and Moon" and hit all the chess pieces sent by the chess in the direction of the people. He thought that the people on the tree would fall straight down, but unexpectedly, he heard only three or four blows, and the chess formation composed of more than a dozen pieces was beaten back as it was.

The dangerous cliffs that had just been scattered, were so quiet that they could hear the waves and rocks all night. Ruodong pointed to the treetops and said sternly: "I don't know who is hiding in the forest!"

Qingqing hugged the tree trunk and hesitated. If he showed up, he was afraid that he had been hiding for a long time and would lose his master's face; if he did not show up, Mr. Ruodong would never give up. While he was hesitating, Ziqin stopped Qinyin, stood up in her arms, and shouted loudly: "Qingqing, come out!"
Chapter completed!