Ziqin stopped what he was doing and looked at his disciple, but Qingqing was secretly lost in thought. Ziqin asked softly: "What are you thinking about?"

"My disciple is thinking that the king of the Northern Desert is extremely skilled in swordsmanship, and there may not be many who can compare with him from all the river sects." Qing Qing was still looking away with his eyes engrossed, "Who knew that the hidden arrow was difficult to guard against, but it only took a moment?"

time."

Hearing this, Ziqin couldn't help but twitch in her heart. She held Qingqing close to her and said gently: "There are many different situations in the world. There are many people who die unexpectedly, and there are less people who are safe. There are many people who pursue fame and fortune, and there are many people who live in seclusion and indifference.

Young man, all living beings are subject to change in an instant. Anyone who enters this world and practices a certain art may have already become accustomed to walking on the tip of a knife..."

Walking on the edge of a knife.

As he murmured, Qingqing recited these words in a low voice. Suddenly, he came back to his senses, turned around and faced the master, opened his clear eyes, and looked at the master's face carefully.

Ziqin didn't understand what he meant and asked with a smile: "Is it possible that my teacher has another injury on his face?"

Qingqing shook his head and lowered his eyes: "Disciple is just afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Disciple was not afraid at first." Qingqing moved closer to the master Wei Wei and made up his mind, letting his eyes wander between the master's fair face and bright brows, "Everyone said that Biting poison has no cure and is difficult to cure.

From what I heard before, the disciple always felt that it was just an exaggeration whispered among people. Even Master Chexin said that the exact number of people killed by poisonous hair was unknown, but the disciple did not take it to heart later." Thinking of this incident that has been haunting Qing Qing for a year.

Poison in the West Lake, Ziqin's heart was ups and downs, and there seemed to be lingering sounds trembling in his heart.

I heard Qing Qing continue to say: "Last time I saw this Northern Desert King, during the fight, I felt that I was no match for him. Today, when I saw a mortal body, my life was about to blink for an instant, but I felt an indescribable fear.

…”

The string in her heart rang softly, and Ziqin finally understood Qingqing's intention.

Turning around, Ziqin put his hands around Qingqing's shoulders, and looked at Qingqing's confused eyes with a familiar, tea-like gaze: "No. As long as my teacher is by your side for a day, it doesn't matter if he is Bai Chi, Yin Yang Sword

No matter what, no one can take you away from this world."

Qingqing held back tears and nodded.

The sound of wind pushed against the moon, and the delicate dew fell on the snow. A little sound of wind filled the dark alley, and Qingqing didn't seem to notice it.

The wind came with a strange force, neither drifting away nor dissipating, but silently creating a whirlpool around the two of them. Ziqin frowned, wondering in her heart: "I don't know what kind of master is doing this to the two of us.

The person’s whereabouts are actually clear?”

Just as he was calmly thinking about it secretly, he felt his ears pricked, and something like the clatter of iron hooves sounded. The sound came from far to near. It was weak and ordinary at first. The closer it got to the two of them, the heavier it hit them.

On the ground path, even the sleeping birds in the night sky were frightened and flew away. Qingqing finally heard the strange footsteps clearly, and whispered: "Master, this person is very powerful."

Ziqin nodded, took Qingqing's hand, and tried to take a few steps in the direction of the sound. After turning a corner, the footsteps suddenly stopped——

An ox cart stood quietly in front of the two people.

The cow scratched its hooves, and the iron soles of its feet scraped against the stone bricks with a hissing sound. The driver stood up, smiled, and clasped his fists from afar: "You are lucky enough to meet Master Linghu."

Sure enough, he knew that he was the head of Lirong Mountain!

Although he suffered from successive enemies, Ziqin himself was helpless. After all, it had been a rule for hundreds of years for the head of the Linghu clan not to leave the mountain. I don't know when he would be recognized. I am afraid that most of the sects in the world have already got the news.

The Linghu family founded the sect and had absolutely no reason to hide.

Thinking of this, Ziqin also took a step forward: "How polite."

Under the slanting moonlight, this person's face is faintly revealed. The folding fan robe is very similar to the attire of the opera singers in the teahouse. I don't know how many such people are walking around in the streets. Looking at this person's face, he is so kind.

His amiable smile seemed to be carved from the same mold as the people in the compound.

The man arched his body with a smile and squinted his eyes: "I'm really ashamed that I couldn't keep these two distinguished guests during the day."

Ziqin replied in a cold voice: "I have important things to do, so I'll stay for the inconvenience. I'm sorry to say goodbye." After saying that, he heard a strong wind blowing from behind the bullock cart, the hood of the cart suddenly broke, and two more people jumped out from the top.

.

Three people and three fans blocked the alley.

Qingqing turned around and looked behind him with his peripheral vision. He saw that the two alleys were blocked and there was no way out. Every courtyard was already silent. If he climbed over the wall rashly, he would probably be startled.

Looking back, the man who said Qu'er suddenly stopped smiling: "Whether the master will stay or not, we have to see if the three of us can let the master stay!" There was a whistle, and three folding fans opened with a "swipe" sound.

His white face was flying, and he rushed towards the master and apprentice.

Ziqin took a step forward and knocked a folding fan into the air with the sound of a slight earthquake in the earth. Qingqing took out the wooden flute and knocked down another one. The one in the middle was from the man who was driving the bullock cart.

My dear, Qing Qing stepped forward with his flute and slashed diagonally with the "Collapse of Waves and Thunderous Rush" movement. He saw that the flying fan was slightly off position, but could not chop.

"Such a master?" Ziqin was startled and waved his sleeves to brush the fan down in the air. He saw the last fan twisting around in the air a few times before turning around and throwing himself on the ground.

Seeing that the skills of the three people in front of me are definitely not comparable to the rabble behind the stone statue.

The three people's robes shook, and each of them unfolded a fluttering white-faced folding fan in front of him. Qingqing stared at the three of them with bright eyes, and the white jade flute was concentrated in his hand, ready to go. Black clouds covered the moon, and Ziqin saw the sparkling light.

Sparkling purple light appeared on the white jade flute.

Wait a minute——

Is it really because of the fact that everyone is pressing on me step by step that I am going down the mountain?

The wooden flute broke through the air for a moment, and the low sound of the flute reached the ears of the three of them. Like hungry wolves pouncing on food, green light almost appeared in the eyes of several opera singers. Qingqing stood up and jumped out

After a few steps, the three fans took action in an encircling manner, turning into a dazzling halo surrounding the wooden flute in the center.

A spinner jumped up. Qingqing kicked his feet in mid-air and hit one of the fans accurately. He clicked the flute head in his hand and saw several folding fans that seemed to have torn a few holes on the fan surface. The formation of three fans

It broke open instantly, and the fan bone flew back to several people.

Unexpectedly, the three of them had a perfect tacit understanding. They each reached close and stretched out their arms to retrieve someone's fan in front of them.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the fan bones suddenly closed together, forming a fan array and flying in the air. Seeing Qingqing's white jade flute hitting the side of the fan bones, the broken fan did not shake at all due to the closed fan surface, but

He rushed towards the hand of one of them along the original path. The man actually took advantage of the situation and waved, causing the folding fan in his hand to get mixed up in the chaos of the formation, and he ran towards Ziqin.

Ziqin was about to raise her hand when she suddenly thought, why not take this opportunity to test the whereabouts of these people?

Therefore, he did not fight back, but let the long fan spin and fly forward, and jumped back a few steps. The opponent must have gathered real strength, and the fan bones flew such a long distance without falling, and still approached the child step by step despite the strong wind.

The Qin was in danger. Qingqing saw his master retreating into one of the alleys, and he understood in his heart that he kept the Hengxiao in front of him and jumped back to another alley.

The moment Ziqin disappeared from Qingqing's sight, several beams of fierce light flashed in front of the three people, and the folding fan rose from his sleeves, instantly surrounding Qingqing in the corner of the alley.

Without waiting for the fan to move forward, Qing Qing used the "Long Live Withered Vine" and stabbed the white jade flute vertically at the person beside him. Just as the man flew the fan, the fan bone was split into two halves by the wooden flute. A sneer came from somewhere.

, I saw the other two people opening and closing their fans, all lighting up Qing Qing's heart.

Hearing the sound of the wind blowing, Qing Qing not only did not avoid it, but also pointed the flute head straight at the heart of the enemy in front of him. The man panicked and thought to himself: "Is this a dangerous move to the death?"

The other two fans couldn't block Qing Qing's approach, so he had to duck and jump back, leaving a big gap in the encirclement.

At the moment when one person retreated, the white jade flute suddenly turned around and happened to scratch the handles of the double fans. The edge of the fan was only two or three inches away from Qingqing's back. Qingqing tried his best to use a "Lu Duan Rhinoceros"

", tearing one of the fans in half.

The other fan was hit in the bone and fell to the side.

Among the three people, the driving skill of the driver was obviously much higher than that of the other two. The fan kept flying and flew into another dark alley without hesitation. Ziqin put her palms together with a "snap", held the fan bone in her hand, and walked slowly

He walked towards the three of them.

Only then did the few Quer singers panic, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Then he saw Ziqin's hand rise, and the folding fan soon lost its old owner and flew to the edge of several people's lives. Unexpectedly, a white light flashed, and the folding fan broke through the window and penetrated straight into the ox cart and sedan.

"Owner!"

The three of them shouted at the same time, and turned around and ran towards the bullock cart regardless of their lives. The old bull was frightened, raised his hooves, and ran wildly towards the depths of the dark alley. The folding fan tore open the window beam of the car, and the window was broken instantly.

There was a "crash" sound, and in the blink of an eye it flew out from the other side. Several tall and thin singers blocked the car in front of the car, and it took all their strength to catch the out-of-control old cow.

A three-inch-foot silhouette emerged from the car, and then a slim girl stepped out of the car, holding on to the shoulders of one of them. The girl's face was pale, and she said in a trembling voice to the three of them: "No, you didn't hit me..."

Qingqing was surprised for a moment, and then he realized that while he was in the middle of a fierce battle with the enemy, there was actually someone hiding in the bullock cart.

He was so focused on the battle in front of him that he didn't notice the noise in the car. I don't know when the master heard the soft breathing of the girl in front of him, and then he took off the folding fan and almost killed her.

Jumping up, Qingqing came forward with his flute. Those people immediately showed stern expressions, blocking the girl behind them, and gathered around. Qingqing penetrated the gap, pierced the head of the flute far away in front of the girl's eyes, and deliberately sternly said: "I

Master intends to save your life, but I won’t! Who sent you here, tell me!”

"Wow -" a cry pierced the sky.

This high-pitched wailing sound was so heartbreaking that it could make three thousand birds outside the city make a noise. Qingqing was so frightened that she almost took a step back. She was at a loss and could only look at her master.

Ziqin smiled helplessly: her face was pale, her clothes were stained with blood, and she looked even more terrifying than Qing Qing.

Now that the three people were closely guarding the little master, Ziqin had no other choice but to force out a loving smile, knelt down and asked: "Little girl, who asked you to come?"

The girl replied twitchingly:
Chapter completed!