Qingqing jumped out from behind the branch, but because his blood injury had not healed, he had to stagger behind Ziqin and whisper: "Master."

Wen Xian also put away the zither and stood up, and smiled at Qingqing and said, "Long time no see."

It's really a long time no see. Over the past ten years, Qingqing has gone from a girl who is ignorant of the world to a graceful and graceful girl with tears in her eyes. If we hadn't met today, Wen Xian would have been unable to recognize her. Qingqing looked over and found that the appearance of Chief Wen had not changed much, but there were a few curled wrinkles on the corners of his eyes and cheeks.

When Ruodong saw the wooden flute hanging around Qingqing's waist, he frowned: "I didn't expect that the world would be turned around in the hands of a furry child."

When Ziqi heard this, she couldn't help but chess and took a step forward: "My junior sister's relics are collected by her own disciples. Do you also want to ask you Mi Yuhu for your accuracy?"

Ruodong took off his hat from his black robe, and his cold light flashed in his eyes as cold as iron. Seeing Ruodong coming forward again, Wen Xian made a gesture and smiled at Ziqin: "The world often comes after the 'bone-carved silver hook'. Today, Brother Yu is lucky, I wonder if the leader of Linghu can give him a view?"

Ziqin's face looked like cold jade, and the seven-stringed zither in her arms rang "clang": "I'm sorry that I can't obey my orders."

"Can."

Qingqing nodded quietly behind Ziqin, but the other four people present could hear it clearly. Ziqi turned around and Qingqing smiled with a pursed lips: "Master and uncle are both here."

The moment he agreed, Qingqing didn't think much, but remembered that he was wandering on the sea when he was a child. It was Mr. Wen who sent him back to Wuming Valley. Although he agreed at this time, he thought that the master would have been a few steps away from him, so he didn't take it too much. Wen Xian threw an inquiring look at Ziqin, and Ziqin ignored him, turned around and held Qingqing's shoulder, stared at her eyes, and whispered:

"Be careful about everything."

Qingqing nodded, walked up and raised his sleeves, bowed to the ground. Wen Xian shook his head, pushed back the Yin-Yang Sword handed over by Ruodong, and narrowed his eyes at Qingqing: "I haven't seen you for ten years, I don't know if you can make progress in practicing martial arts?"

Holding the flute in his hand, Qingqing listened to the wind bulging under Wen Xian's outer robe gradually coming. Fang Demu's flute stood up in front of him, and saw Wen Xian's ten fingers blooming like lotus flowers, and he raised his fingers towards the tip of the flute.

Unlike the rushing dark tides in the "Daocheng Fierce Wind" just now, Wen Xian's move is so simple and elegant, it looks like a lotus swaying from the breeze. After a few moves, Qingqing saw that the leader Wen turned around and turned, always referring to the blooming lotus flowers. His movements were very slow, and a flash of his heart flashed for a moment, and a "stone fell from the peak" pointed straight towards Wen Xian's heart.

Wen Xian laughed loudly: "Okay, it's exactly the same as the legendary 'Silver Hook'!"

Before he finished speaking, the lotus petals closed, and with the power from Qingqing, the flute tip fell on the palm of his chest. Qingqing only felt a shock in his heart, blood rushing up, old injuries recurred, and another mouthful of black blood spitting on the ground.

Seeing this, Ziqin thought that Wen Xian would give Qingqing a warning, so she said slowly: "Thank you, Master Wen, please ask the leader..." She said halfway through a sentence. Before Ziqi could recover, she saw Ziqin rushing over and flashing behind Qingqing in an instant.

Although Wen Xian's tricks were transformed from the zheng song, Qingqing had never heard of this song "The Lotus of Water". The same fingering method, from the tree to the competition in front of him, seemed completely different. Qingqing knew that he was too hasty, and after seeing the zheng technique of "The Lotus of Water", he lowered his head and vomited blood, and thought of taking back the wooden flute and making plans.

When he twitched, he didn't twitch. When he looked up, Wen Xian's right five fingers sucked the other end of the Mu Xiao tightly and smiled coldly at Qingqing.

Qingqing opened his eyes wide, and his heartbeat suddenly dripped. Before he could recover, Ziqin had already come behind him. Ziqin picked up empty-handedly, and only heard a dull blow, Ruodong stretched out his arm and held it at this moment. Ziqin turned around, and his hands were flowing, and he still fell towards Wen Xian. Ruodong wanted to reach out to block the frame again, but suddenly his left hand hurt. It turned out that Feizi, who was chess in the air, was hitting him in the air.

With a "swish", Ruodong's long sword was unsheathed, immediately blocking between Qingqing and Ziqin.

The more Qingqing struggled, the tighter Wen Xian's palm was wrapped. In a hurry, he didn't care about Hu Man's random moves, so he simply wrapped Wen Xian's arm and walked around the inside of the Mu Xiao. Ruodong saw that Ziqin and Wen Xian were close at hand, and he was about to block the frame again, but another piece flew in the air. Although he saw the right direction of the chess, he had to turn his hand back to avoid it.

Seeing the murderous aura appearing in Ziqi's eyes, he rushed forward step by step. Ruodong's silver shadow in his hand immediately stabbed the sword in front of Ziqin's palm.

Ziqin had already heard the Yin-Yang sword behind her, and she didn't avoid it. She pressed her finger against the tip of the sword with her backhand, and fell in circles. A complete flowing water rolled in one breath, and opened the sword from Qingqing. While Ziqin had not finished her move, Wen Xian sucked the white jade flute with one hand and accumulated energy in her palm with the other hand, and then hit Ziqin. Without hesitation, Ziqin also greeted her with one palm.

The long "mountain flowing water" and the intense "Daocheng Feng" are intertwined. Thunder flashes from the distance of the coast, and dark waves roar, and waves tear up the rocks on the shore and the sky in the distance.

The palms intersected, and Wen Xian held the "Shuilian" of Mu Xiao tightly, feeling that a dense stream of killing power came from Ziqin's palm. Ziqin's jade face was like ice, and there was no room for rest in her hand. Qingqing gradually felt that the power was wrapped around her, so she turned slightly over the head of the flute and raised her hands suddenly, causing the other tip of the flute to hit Wen Xian's wrist heavily.

Seeing the right time, Ziqin suddenly withdrew its force from her palm, and pulled Qingqing out of Wen Xian's arms with his other hand.

Although the Qingqing people retreated, they still held the Mu Xiao's end and did not let go. Almost at the same time, Ziqin pointed at the body of the flute and hit the body, while Wenxian's lotus became a palm and hit Ziqin's wrist. Ziqin took the lead to reach the Mu Xiao and hooked it gently. The two of them suddenly escaped their hands. The white jade flute sounded and flew into the sky.

Zihua ran to the mountain panting, and Qixue was left far behind. She never expected that the people from Mi Yuhu would come so quickly.

When he arrived at the Medicine Planting Hall in Qichuan, Zihua broke into the door, but found that the furnishings inside were messy. Various medical jars with the smell of plants and trees were broken all over the floor, and they called out a few times, leaving no one. Beads of sweat as big as beans sprinkled on the pink clothes. Zihua complained secretly, took a deep breath, turned around and ran towards Zhijintang.

Qichuan stood in the moonlight for half an hour. There were a few embroidery needles beside him shining with silver light, jumping around Qilang: "Sister Sister, what's the point of a wooden stick?"

"There's nothing good, otherwise it wouldn't have attracted so many people to rob it."

Qi Lang sighed: "Love is unknown. Women in the world have feelings, and there is no better than Zishu's aunt."

"Don't be distracted." Qichuan held the small box in his hand tightly and smiled, "It has arrived at my Medicine Planting Hall. Do your best tonight, so there is no need to be shocked to sleep with your masters and uncles."

"Yes." Qilang put away his thoughts and hugged all the silver needles back.

Ziqin took Qing Qing Qing with one hand and waved strong wind in Wen Xian's palm with one hand.

Just now, Ziqin had already discovered that Qingqing was hiding in the shadow of the tree and was worried that she was weak and powerless, so she did her best to control the Qinyin to fall within the range where there was room for her. However, Wen Xian felt it was already difficult, and was glad that Ruodong cleared the circumstance in time.

At this moment, the two of them were already weak in their palms after much trouble. They let the white jade flute pass through the white shadow in the air and flew out.

Ruodong's sword tip was upwards, and as soon as he jumped into the air, he beat the chess rows of chess pieces back. The sword turned around, and Ruodong still jumped up, calculating the way the chess pieces came from, and flashed all the chess flew into the second round.

Seeing that the fingertips were about to reach the white jade flute, but who knew that the chess behind Ziqi chess hid the chess. The two pieces inexplicably turned a corner in the air, and when they fought with the wooden flute left and right, the wooden flute turned in mid-air and flew towards Qingqing's hand. Ziqin was busy fighting with Wen Xian, and when the wooden flute flew, Qingqing rushed out of Ziqin's arms.

Wen Xian's lotus fingers reached the back of Qingqing's head, Ziqin's middle finger turned back, and caught up in a few steps, and played them on Wen Xian's wrist with all his strength.

Qingqing saw that the sword tip in Ruodong's hand was thrust straight into the body of the flute, and did not avoid it at all, and faced the black shadow and white light of the Yin-Yang Sword. He grabbed the sword body of the Yin-Yang Sword with his left hand and pulled the tip of the sword aside with all his strength. Ruodong wanted to return the sword again, but the sword head was grabbed tightly by Qingqing. With a loop, Qingqing turned his right hand and "Baijun crossbow fired" and the wooden flute flew back to Ziqi.

I saw a row of black genus formations of Ziqi, and Ruodong had to jump back without even breaking them. At the same time, the Yin-Yang Sword took action, and it was about to collide with Mu Xiao. Unexpectedly, Ziqi's formations seemed to be evenly arranged, but in fact they left a gap of notch. Mu Xiao flashed by and drilled out of the gap seamlessly.

The Yin-Yang Sword followed closely, but was besieged by more than a dozen chess pieces and fell to the ground with weak "dang-clang" and "dang-clang".

"The wooden fox hides wildly!"

Qingqing was so obsessed with it.

During the Linglan Festival, Qingqing saw Qixue demonstrated various complex chess formulas. Whenever he felt that it was undoubtedly "wooden foxes and wild hiding", he always had loopholes. During the competition, he thought that the essence of chess and chess skills was linked together. I didn't expect that when I saw it, the two chess skills that Ziqi were best in life were the simplest one-line arrangement. There were many changes and adaptability, but they were not restricted and endless.

Seeing that the wooden flute was about to fall into Ziqi's hand, I suddenly heard a shout behind me: "Do away!" I turned around and saw Ziqin and Wen Xian running towards me.

Ruodong stepped forward, raised the Yin-Yang sword on the ground, and crossed the sword with his right hand, and stabbed Qingqing in front of him. Qingqing was about to dodge, but he found that his left arm was sore and numb, and black blood was left from the crack in the palm of his palm, and his left half could not move. The moment the sword head was about to face Qingqing's forehead, Ziqin stepped forward, opened his right arm, and hugged Qingqing back with a "flat sand and falling geese".

Wen Xian grabbed Ruodong's wrist and said, "Mr. Ruodong!"

"I am here to eliminate future troubles!"

Wen Xian relaxed his hand, and Ruodong immediately broke free. When he asked "Lie Xing An Chen", he then pointed to Qingqing.

Ziqin saw that Ruodong was a killer move, and it was difficult to avoid it, but it was difficult to block it. She was afraid that one mistake would hurt Qingqing. Ziqi could not break Wen Xian's defense for a while, but there was no way out on the cliff. Seeing the crisis, Ziqin suddenly had a dangerous plan, so she hugged Qingqing's shoulder tightly and whispered: "Stop your breath!" She jumped backwards, and the master and disciple fell straight into the sea.

"Let the disciples of Rongshan Linghu Qichuan and Linghu Qilang, and wait for the grand journey of Mrs. Qionglin Jiang."

Qichuan and Qilang stood at the door of the hall with a smile. Before the steps could come, a strong fragrance of flowers came from the air. The two people walking on the steps could hear the sound and stopped under the moon shadow. Looking up, they could only see a few strands of black hair flying in the breeze. After a while, one of the women was standing, laughing in the hall:

"Two little kids! Go and report quickly, Jiang Suyi, broken Qionglin, is here!"

Qichuan didn't answer. He just opened the lid of the small box in his hand and drew a few lines in the air. Jiang Suyi felt a strange smell penetrated into his mind. He smelled it carefully, but he couldn't smell it. The wind blew from the back of the hall, and Suyi and the others were at the lower end. In a flash, they were surrounded by Qichuan's poisonous ointment.

Su Yi suddenly came to her senses, and her face changed instantly, and her forehead was sweating like rain. She then pulled out the white chi from her waist with a "slam" and shouted: "Listing Rongshan to treat guests so ruthlessly, don't blame me for being merciless!"

Qi Lang stood behind Qichuan, waiting for Qichuan to spread medicine, and observed for a while. The woman surrounded by poison was fierce and fierce, standing in front of Qichuan, holding Bai Chi with hysterical. The man standing behind her was a little younger, standing gracefully in white clothes, neither taking action nor dodging. She held her hands behind her, and she couldn't see any attack.

Curiosity arose, Qi Lang's bright eyes turned lightly. As Su Yi rushed towards Qichuan, she passed by herself and ran towards the man in white.

Qilang slashed his right fist and pointed the man's shoulder. The man was still standing there, with one hand in hand, clamping the punch that Qilang hit. The two of them made a bend in a stalemate. Qilang took advantage of the man's sideways and pressed forward with both fists. But he did not hit the eyebrows straight, but waved on both sides until the two fists hit a double shadow. The man saw Qilang coming very quickly, although he didn't know that this was a rare "velvet embroidered fist" in weaving, he was secretly amazed for a moment. Seeing that he was about to be unable to avoid it, he finally took a step back and clamped Qilang's white and snowy fist to his heart with his palms: "Why is the girl's exquisite fingers so rude?"

Qi Lang was shocked and angry. Before he could prevent his fierce moves from being stopped halfway, he had to concentrate his left fist and try to pull his right fist back. When his fingertips approached the man's chest, he suddenly realized that the man's palms did not directly hold down his fist, but were one inch away from his hands.

I looked inadvertently, it was like a demon doing something, hovering his right fist in mid-air.

After realizing this section, a wave of fear surged into Qi Lang's heart, and he hurriedly tried to pull back his right fist, trapped in the air. He was pulling back hard, and his left fist seemed to hit some hard iron net, making his fingers hurt. When he pulled it back, he actually bleeded.

Seeing that Qi Lang was not careful, the man suddenly withdrew his palms. Qi Lang staggered and fell backwards. Before he could exclaim, the man held Qi Lang firmly in his arms and smiled:

"Broken Qionglin Nanjianing, I have met Young Master Linghu."

Nan Jianing saw Qilang coming quickly and wanted to give her a warning. But somehow, his heart beat faster and hurried forward to pick Qilang up in the air. Seeing Qilang's cheeks flushed and he tried hard to break free, he laughed foolishly and said something, but he didn't know. He just looked at the curved almond eyes that were about an inch away from him, and thought to himself:

"The descendant of Linghu with jade bones and snow skin is really like a person who came out of the painting..."

Qilang jumped back quickly, and turned around, and the black hair of the two of them brushed by. Qilang bent her eyebrows, smiled gently, and then she looked up with a shadow of embroidered fist: "Listening to Rongshan Linghu Qilang, how dare you ask Nan Shaoxia?"

Nan Jianing turned his fingers in front of his heart, and then tied Qi Lang's fast fist in the air: "Young man, please tell me."

Qi Lang stretched out his fist, took out his thin fingers from the strange obstacle, and frowned slightly: "I wonder what kind of magic is Nan Shaoxia attacking?"

"Ah!" So that's what it was. Jianing suddenly realized, "Look."

The two of them closed their palms and turned around. Qi Lang slowly pushed out his arms according to the path of his first punch. When he walked into the air, he felt a thin stream of force wrapping around his wrist. Not far away, Nan Jianing opened his five fingers and stared at him with a silly laugh.

Qi Lang understood, put away his bright eyes, raised his hand, and slashed in front of his arm. Unexpectedly, before his palm touched the hidden line, Jianing pulled it violently and followed him indifferently. Jianing's other hand gently tweaked the invisible silk thread: "The hidden line is sharp, don't hurt Young Master Linghu."

When Qilang saw Jianing standing gracefully in the wind, his eyes shone brightly and gritted his teeth secretly. Taking advantage of the hidden thread's disengagement from his wrist, he calculated the position where the silk thread fell. A silver light flashed and pulled Jianing up suddenly.

As he moved forward, Qi Lang used the silver needle eye to pass through the hidden thread until the tide blew, and he stopped until the tide blew. When he saw that there was no road ahead, he saw Jianing bent over and gasped heavily, and his fingers were faintly cut through blood. Just now, the sound of the senior sister and Jiang Suyi's blades slashing through the air was suddenly quiet, and he felt the sound of the waves rising and falling, and it was very ethereal.

Jianing carefully removed the hidden thread wrapped around his fingers and whispered: "The female hero is good at needlework..."

"I'll ask you!" Qi Lang rushed forward a few steps and pressed a needle on Nan Jianing's throat. "What is the relationship between Jiang Suyi, who broke Qionglin, and Nan Jiayou, who killed my junior sister?"

Jianing suddenly opened his eyes wide: "It's my mother."

Qilang didn't hold it tightly. When his head moved, Jianing felt a cold neck. Qilang raised his head and let go of his hand. Jianing gritted his teeth and was about to raise his hand to fly out of the hidden line, but saw a blazing flame burning in Qilang's eyes, and he couldn't help but stop again.

"Walk!"

"Eh?" Jianing was stunned. Qilang took back the silver needle and let the hidden thread fall to the ground, and walked alone towards the cliff. Nan Jianing came to his senses and burst into cold sweat. He turned around and wanted to leave, but he couldn't lift his feet.

He simply turned around, almost slipped in a circle, rushed back to Qilang in one breath, and a raging fire burned in his eyes: "Qilang."

"Stop!" Qi Lang raised his hand and dodged, but his arms were wrapped firmly on the hidden line in Jianing's hand.

Nan Jianing grabbed Qi Lang's wrist, spread his palm, and held the other end of the hidden thread in Qi Lang's palm. "Qi Lang, if you have time to go, embroider my thread." After that, he took a few steps back and bowed: "There will be a date in the future."

Qi Lang stood there without moving. The flames in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his black eyes trembled. Jianing raised his head and looked at Qi Lang's eyes reluctantly, but Qi Lang stared at the distance alone.

Jianing sighed silently in his heart, turned around, so shocked that he almost couldn't stand it.

Including Wen Xian, the head of Mi Yu West Lake, there were five people standing on the cliff a hundred steps away. Two figures flashed across the dangerous cliff, stirring up a small wave in the water.
Chapter completed!