Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

Far away, there are "dragon teeth hooking the moon", and the mountains are covered with snow, but when you look closely, there are layers of pear blossoms.Passing through numerous snow-colored fragrant pistils, the landscape in front of you is even more flavorful: the soft couch and desk are placed in the open air, the two incense burners gradually emit green smoke, the ears listen to the mountains and rivers, and the eyes watch the tits holding branches.Fangfei's master is dressed in white, under the blue silk waterfall, with closed almond eyes, slightly turned sideways, as if carefully pondering the rhythm of the music under her hand. "The solitary pipe is called Qiuyue, and the clear anvil rhymes with the frosty wind. The end of the world is far away, and the dream returns, and the mountain is shocked... huh?"

The voice of reciting poems suddenly stopped, and the master suddenly raised his right hand to clamp the flying envelope.Those lightly closed eyes finally pried open, probably because the sun was too warm, making her a little lazy.At a glance in Kaifeng, the owner threw it away casually, and a few black and white papers flew away, and fell to the ground, and no one cared about it.

"The movement of the group of animals has ceased, and the sense of worry comes from it. The sun, the moon, and the arrow flow together, and the four seasons are endless."

"Subduing Yin and barbarian old things breaks the chest of a strong man. What can a strong man do? Susi mourns for bronze."

The indistinct sound of the piano reappeared, and common people and mundane things could not disturb her.

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The east wind outside the tent was blowing bitterly.The doorkeeper's servant heard the approaching footsteps, heard the clear and bright voice recite the poem, and opened the heavy tent appropriately. "The merchants involved in the palace, playing with feathers and horns, and mobilizing the pride of peach blossoms. The jade dew in the bottle, carved with enamel, elegantly asks the cloud and the moon. The turbid and static movement, I am arrogant." Wang Qingming wears a snow-colored mink velvet outer robe, and covers Qingqing blue embroidered gardenia Handwritten and entered with two accompanying disciples.The head of Zongheng's family, Gu Shoubai, hadn't closed his eyes for many days, just waiting for their arrival. The cold wind suddenly poured into the dim tent, and he raised his head unconsciously.The slender white figure and the Xuan family crest made his almost blurred eyes stand out.

"Finally, I'm looking forward to your husband. Tongxuan is willing to send charcoal in the snow, and Duan is very grateful." Duan Feiyuan hurriedly got up and saluted.

Wang Qingming said with a smile: "Tianfu Mountain is the last line of defense in Zhongzhou. If it falls, the innocent people will bear the brunt of it. My Tongxuan family is willing to do my part for the common people in the world." Let the accompanying disciples take off his coat for him, forget Qingming casually handed the manuscript to the side, and suddenly felt that his hands lost warmth, and unconsciously walked a few steps towards the heater in the center of the tent, and saw the situation more clearly.

There were six people lying in this tent, all of them looked bitter.In addition to Duan Feiyuan, there are two or three doctors from the family to take care of him.Bitter juice was still boiling in the medicine pot, and a bitter white mist protruded from the spout.Wang Qingming took a few breaths, but felt a little warmer.The disciple brought his qin, and the servants laid out the cushion for him.The cushion was already a little dirty.It seems that the Zongheng family has not had a good time in the past few months.When Wang Qingming sighed inwardly, he was ready to act.

"Xiaosheng has already heard that the wilderness is severely poisoned. Seeing the pain on the faces of the heroes, let's use "Comfort" to relieve the pain first." As he said, the melody of the piano flowed out from between his fingers.The melody is complex and vigorous, and the grandeur is like turbulent waves, layer by layer, ebb and flow.The Tongxuan lineage is divided into two schools, the North and the South. The Southern School uses the sound as the assistant, and the Northern School uses the piano as the blade.Wang Qingming is the No. 1 disciple of Nanzong, known as Weishan Qingxian, and his musical accomplishments naturally live up to his name.

Duan Feiyuan looked at the thin young man, and he praised him a little. The song "Comfort" was indeed effective, and the faces of the few people were indeed much more at ease.

"That's all." After finishing the song, Wang Qingming got up and smiled.

Duan Feiyuan thanked him a few times, and it happened that someone came to report that a spy had been caught, and he left after exchanging greetings.

Wang Qingming reprimanded the remaining few people and paced back and forth.Torture is not very severe in the wilderness, and its solution is to return to the original source, eating sixteen lotus seeds for seven days in a row.This method is unexpected, but not difficult to detect.Taking the pulse of a patient with one hand, Wang Qingming felt it quietly, looked at the person's face left and right, and came to a conclusion in his mind.In the current situation, there are two guesses.First, the torment has been cured, and Zongheng Feishu Tongxuan's request for help this time is to seek an opportunity for the two families to unite.The other is that the torrential poison conceals a more turbulent dark poison, blindly using the former method has no effect.

No matter what kind, they are all temptations by the strategists, so Duan Feiyuan originally invited the suzerain of the Southern Sect himself, Lan Zhiyou Yanshui Yunji.When Shui Yunji received the flying book, Wang Qingming was there. "Blood battle in March, the world feels its hard work, and Tongxuan is also moved. However, our family is far away from Tianfu Mountain, and the Nanzong has many affairs, so it is inconvenient for me to go in person. Weishan Qingxian has been practicing piano with me for many years, and the psychic Shu is not under this seat, so please forget Qingming to go and care about it." In fact, Wang Qingming knows that Shui Yunji is suspicious by nature, even though Zhongzhou has been rumored that Zongheng suffered heavy losses, she will definitely not believe it.He traveled all the way and thought about it.Is the Battle of Tianfu Mountain an illusion, and the fact is that Zongheng and the barren colluded together?

A "Sir" pulled him back from his thoughts, and the three Zongheng servants came forward with two bowls of fuzizi each. They were surprised to see that Wang Qingming was still in a daze in the tent.

"Ah, how is it?" Wang Qingming stepped forward and scooped up one of the bowls of lotus seeds.In this season, it is not easy to find fresh and plump lotus seeds. "It's really good."

The servants then went to feed themselves.Wang Qingming subconsciously helped, picked up a young man, let him lean on his shoulder, and took the medicine to feed him.

"Sir?" Zongheng's servant exclaimed.

Wang Qingming finished feeding the medicine, put him down, and sighed softly: "Take a little effort. The sixteen hibiscus can only suppress the toxin. If you want to relieve it, you may have to find another prescription. Seven days have passed and you still haven't woken up. I believe Patriarch Duan I also have a conclusion in my heart..." Just now that the spies were caught, Duan Feiyuan will definitely press him for the method of detoxification.But the appearance of the spies was too timely, and the detoxification method "sent" may be the method of killing one's life.Duan Feiyuan is eager to save his son, and he may implement it immediately after learning the solution. "Well, let's go and have a look." Decided in his heart, Wang Qingming summoned the accompanying disciples, put on his outer robe and handwritten notes, and went outside.

Whether the battle of Tianfu Mountain is true or not depends on whether Duan Feiyuan's sincerity is true.

All the way to the prisoner's camp, just outside the camp, they heard the screams. "Don't hit! I say!"

"Kudu grass! The antidote is Kudu grass in the wild land!"

"Hmph, if you confess earlier, you can avoid this whipping. Hurry up and get ready."

Hearing this, Wang Qingming reached out to open the tent door.The guards recognized Tongxuan's family crest, but also saw that he had a clear and bright demeanor, and immediately let him go.

Entering and holding Duan Feiyuan's order, Wang Qingming was about to speak, but was choked by the blood and smoke. "Oh, it's not easy to be a prisoner." He sighed half jokingly, "It's not easy to be Patriarch Duan either."

Duan Feiyuan was so angry that he saw that the person who came was Weishan Qingxian, he was shocked and said: "What are you doing here, sir?"

Wang Qingming wiped off the snow on his outer robe, and smiled lightly. "Appreciate the snow." Duan Feiyuan looked strange. "By the way, let's see how long Patriarch Duan can do for the common people in the world."

Looking at the smiling young man in front of him, and hearing the strange and inexplicable words, Duan Feiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "What do you mean by that, sir?"

"Kudu grass, is it really the antidote?"

Duan Feiyuan was taken aback by the question, but then understood.Picking up a whip, he threw it at the spy's body, and immediately, his skin was ripped apart. Duan Feiyuan was merciless in the cold winter months, and the spy's facial features were distorted in pain.

"Oh, being a spy is really a thankless job." Wang Qingming once again confirmed that this is a high-risk job.

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① Weishan Qingxian·Forget Qingming: Belongs to Tongxuan Nanzong, holds a lyre·Yue Yingqian.The title of the poem is "involving palace merchants, playing with feathers and horns, and mobilizing the peach blossoms. Jade dew in bottles, carved with Linlang, elegantly asking the clouds and moons. Turbid and static, I am self-sufficient."

②Shifang Zongheng Duan Feiyuan: Belongs to Zongheng's family.