Knight line GL

Qin Gutong flew over the eaves and walked over the walls, rushing all the way back to the inn.There was no one in the room, and there was a cup turned upside down in the tea tray on the table.This is the secret signal agreed by the two of them, Xiao Qingqian will return later after going out on business.

The night is dark, the doors are closed, the moon is on the ground, and the white walls are neglected.

Xiao Qingqian walked very slowly, the shoes fell on the bluestone slab, they were as light as a feather and as heavy as Mount Tai.

She is calm and confused.

Ye Yinzi was trapped in the ancestral court of the Taihe clan, enjoying the joy of surviving every day.She was trapped in the deep valley of Heming Mountain, and what she wanted every night was the joy of death.

If you die, you don't have to suffer and be humiliated.

If the heart dies, all thoughts will be ashamed, without sorrow or complaint.

When she realizes the new way from the barren and vast darkness, she will kill the Fang family and all living beings.

The joy of life, the splendor that sprouts in all things.

The joy of death, the peace that annihilates in heaven and earth.

However, Qin Gutong appeared.

When one thought arises, ten thousand thoughts arise.

With the cool wind blowing on his face, Xiao Qingqian raised his hand, with the palm facing up and his fingers bluffing.The wind passes through the fingers, and the water vapor in it touches the warm skin and remains.The water vapor gathered on her fingertips, even if she couldn't see it, she could still feel it clearly.

Xiao Qingqian even heard that there were 27 crows living among the dense bamboo trees on the other side of the white wall.At that moment, the five crows shook their wings at the same time.

September was getting colder, and the night dew was turning frosty, Xiao Qingqian closed up his cloak.

Ye Yinzi once said: Five colors make people blind, five tones make people deaf, five flavors make people feel refreshed, five fragrances make their noses stuffy, and five senses make them feel uncomfortable.

Now her five senses have recovered, and her eyes, ears, mouth, nose and body make people know everything.Among all things, there is not only sound, music, smell, joy, anger, sorrow, resentment, anger, and all kinds of thoughts, which can start a prairie fire.

"Tong."

The tip of Xiao Qingqian's tongue itched slightly, he muttered silently, and quickened his pace.

This is a deserted house with winding stone paths and submerged under weeds.The bluestone strips of the flower beds can be vaguely seen on both sides, which are broken and incomplete.The shadows of bamboo, trees, flowers and grass, and the ghostly sounds in the wind are faint and light, which is really a special scene.

Halfway along the stone path, the moon gate opens, and a square pavilion with four ridges and sharp points appears at the end.The night of the jade steps is like a stream of moonlight, the square pavilion is surrounded by hemp curtains, and a little light inside is like a bean, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

There is someone in the pavilion, singing babbling, the tone of the words is sad and euphemistic, touching and soul-stirring.

Xiao Qingqian stepped through the moon gate, and the person in the pavilion shouted: "Come here!"

The hemp gauze door curtain reveals itself and rolls up.

The storyteller staggered to his feet, raised his glass with a smile on his face, and said, "Although the night is dark, the excitement is still not light. Your Highness is welcome to come and enjoy the whole night."

Regardless of Xiao Qingqian's words, she danced and sang——

"Chang'an is far away, Canaan is close, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, and there is joy here. Ask me why I am happy? The grandson of the Han family holds the jug, and the princess of the Han family wins the slave. "

A glass of cold wine was poured on the storyteller's face, he stopped trembling, rolled up his sleeves, wiped his face, and said with a flattering smile: "Oh, the old saying goes well, don't tell the ancients about your homeland, it's my fault, my fault."

Xiao Qingqian looked at him: "Knowing a few Chinese characters, you just learn to mock the wind and tease the moon to judge the spring and autumn? I was a classmate at that time, so I don't know you are so arrogant."

The storyteller put down his sleeves, and the smile lines on the corners of his mouth gradually bloomed: "I went to the country for 60 miles, and died for [-] years. I was a classmate at that time, and I knew that His Highness was filled with hatred."

Xiao Qing lowered his eyes slightly, and the flames of the red clay wine stove flickered on the table.

"Does your Highness hate it?" The storyteller threw off his sleeves and sat slumped on the mat, "We are both in the direct line of Emperor Rui, and for that sick child of Baojingting, the Jing family will send you to the Blood Refining Pool. Climb out from the sea of ​​dead bodies Being enshrined as a Messiah by the Canaan Temple, the Hierarch wants to suck you up and eat you up."

Xiao Qingqian flicked the cloak, lifted the hem of the clothes and sat down.

She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, picked up a new wine glass and wiped it: "Jingting has been weak since she was a child, so how could she stand the blood refining pool. Besides, I was going there, my mother is a Dashang princess, and my father is a Semitic king , how many people are curious."

"Indeed, the gold you bet on can buy a city." The storyteller laughed, "You don't hate him? You are just a protégé, who won the throne only because he climbed up to the princess of the Jing family, but in the end he was ungrateful and punished. flesh and blood."

"Those who abandon me forget it, and those who betray me kill it. He never came to provoke me, so why should I care about him."

The storyteller nodded: "That's true. In other words, I hate him. If he hadn't taken my father's place, I should be the crown prince now. However, the Canaan Temple is fine, the leader... well, Canaan is like that, and the Central Plains is like that." Like this, it’s all muddy.”

The storyteller became interested, slapped the table and beat the board, and yin and yang sang: "You are a celestial guest who has come down to the world to experience, first cut off love, then feel disappointed, relatives and friends do not occupy both, 99 kinds of hardships. But, why can't you see through it?

Xiao Qingqian folded the handkerchief: "Everyone is afraid of death, other than that, the Pope treats me very well. As for Fang Xing, I don't know people. Every step in the world of mortals is full of thorns, and all living beings are waiting for flowers to bloom."

"Dangfu Dabai!" The storyteller laughed loudly, put down his wine glass, grabbed a handful of peanuts and threw them into his mouth, "You are you, a child of the Tian family, how can you have a fairy belly?"

"You are a Semitic prince, what are you doing as a storyteller?" Xiao Qingqian lifted the lid of the Dragon Pattern Gong, scooped up the hot wine with a wooden ladle, shared a cup with the storyteller.

The storyteller stared at the wine glass, momentarily in a trance.The wine in the glass swayed, the crazy expression on his face gradually solidified, and his thoughts spread, and he went back to 20 years ago in an instant.

The Canaanite religion prohibits alcohol, and the best drink is holy water made from lemurs and honey.Children who are lucky enough to study in the Canaan Temple hold clay cups in their hands after class every day, and they can share a cup in front of Misaier.

That is the happiest time of the day, and everyone is looking forward to a moment.The increasingly scorching sun in Canaan was blocked by layers of grape leaves. Everyone held pottery cups and sat on the porch to enjoy Limu water.

The storyteller picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it down.

"Maybe I was originally a ghost from Middle Earth, but the gods missed it. Well, I like it when I got out of my mother's belly, otherwise why bother you."

He murmured as he scooped up the wine, "They said you were the Messiah, the savior, the God-chosen son who resurrected Canaan. The first time I saw you, I thought to myself, God also likes good-looking people."

The storyteller didn't care about Xiao Qingqian, and said to himself: "Later, I found out that you are really the savior, my savior. I can finally utter the ridiculous words in my belly. The most wonderful thing is you Always willing to listen to me. Then they started pestering you, what a bunch of annoying people. It must be because the leader asked you to share Li Mushui, but you gave me the most every time."

Xiao Qingqian held up the wine glass: "When I first arrived at Canaan Temple, thank you so much."

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to grab the wine glass, put it to his lips and moved it away, opened his mouth to say something but didn't say anything, shook his head with a smile and put the wine glass down.

He leaned in front of Xiao Qingqian and asked, "Your Highness, there is something I've been curious about."

"Why are you not curious?"

The storyteller shook his head: "You killed the leader in the secret room back then, but it's not impossible to be in Canaan, why bother to come back from thousands of miles?"

Xiao Qing glanced coldly, and said lightly: "Just curious."

The storyteller was stunned for a moment, then slapped his legs and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, it's wonderful. Curious about the homeland you were born but never seen? Curious about the hometown that the Jing family misses so much? By the way, also curious about your mother's fief of Princess Lanling."

The autumn wind blows away the fallen leaves on the top of the pavilion, and the rustling of everything makes people feel desolate.

The storyteller suppressed his smile and let out a long sigh: "The Jing family stayed far away from Canaan, but Canaan is not a paradise. In fact, long before the Jing family came, Canaan was no longer a place flowing with honey and milk. The trees were burned. , There is no reason why the land is scorched, and the Jing family is all to blame."

Xiao Qing lowered his eyes slightly: "Avoiding in a foreign country is not a long-term strategy."

"Sure enough." The storyteller touched the edge of the plate, grabbed a peanut and ate it.There was a crackling sound in the air, as if something had been crushed, ground into powder, and taken away by the wind.

"At that time, you wanted to bring the Jing family back."

Xiao Qingqian didn't answer, drank the wine in the glass and got up immediately.

The storyteller chased out of the pavilion: "Your Highness! Your Highness Michel!"

Xiao Qingqian paused, and said in a low voice, "I am Xiao Qingqian."

The storyteller saw her back going farther and farther, stomped her feet repeatedly, cleared her throat and shouted loudly: "If you go to Taihe City with a sword, no one in the world can win with you. I would like to repay your deep kindness for the eagle and dog, respecting you like a god, Serve the morning and evening."

He cried and laughed, danced and danced like a madman, and babbled and sang in a slow and frustrating voice: "It's just love to go far away in the world of mortals, and I would rather be with your little dog. There are many things in the Central Plains, and there is nothing in the motherland." Jun, can you bear to see him conquer the dust? Can you bear to see him conspire? How can you escape with the fate of your life?"

Xiao Qingqian's steps were smooth, her skirt and cloak moved slightly like a light cloud enveloping the moon, but her walking speed was fast, like riding on the wings of a roc and returning home suddenly by the wind.

Qin Gutong was dozing off with his arms on his pillow, he woke up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, smiled happily, jumped down from the eaves of the inn, and hurried up to meet him.

"Why don't you wait in the room, it's cold outside." Xiao Qingqian hugged her hand, but found that Qin Gutong's palm was hot, three points warmer than his own, and couldn't help laughing.

Qin Gutong laughed along, curling his fingers around Xiao Qingqian's hand.She stared at Xiao Qingqian, her eyes seemed to be embedded with a star, shining brightly.Xiao Qingqian reached out and stroked the red mark on her face: "What dream did you have, that you slept so soundly on the roof?"

"Ah? Let me think about it." Qin Gutong thought for a while, frowned and shook his head, "It doesn't seem like I'm dreaming."

She paused, her face suddenly distressed, showing a trace of confusion: "I thought I would have a nightmare, but I didn't. I hung her from the beam, and let her suffer the pain of Lihua before she died."

Xiao Qing said: "Don't worry about it, it's a good thing that these people are dead."

Qin Gutong nodded.

The two went back to the house, washed up briefly and prepared to go to bed. Qin Gutong took out the scroll in his arms and put it under the pillow: "The secret volume of the heavenly book that Senior Wu gave me can be regarded as recovered. I promised to find a heir for him but I haven't found it yet." Well, it’s all because of this heavenly scripture, alas.”

Xiao Qingqian said: "It's a crime to be pregnant. The Jing family was exterminated all those years ago because of these secret volumes of heavenly books."

Qin Gutong lay down next to her: "Isn't it because the King of Luoyang hunted down those who practiced martial arts and took revenge with the people in the Jianghu later? That's right, Senior Ye Yinzi said that the confession was the first draft of the Heavenly Book. Senior Wu also said that several emperors valued it very much." The secret scroll was obtained by the whole country that day, but I think the original text of the front part of this secret scroll is far inferior to the analysis and experience of Senior Wu."

Xiao Qingqian heard the words and remembered, it seemed that she had heard her mother say when she was young that the Jing family fled overseas and used a boat just to load the heavenly books and dossiers.Even if it is the most precious part of the secret scroll, if Wu does not have this scroll in his hand, he may only have one-thousandth of it.

Seeing that Xiao Qingqian remained silent, Qin Gutong asked, "Qingqian, where did you go? I'm quite worried."

When Xiao Qingqian told her, Qin Gutong immediately pouted and muttered: "Why is it that guy again? He really lingers. Why does he always pester you?"

Xiao Qingqian knew in his heart that the Jing family made a name for themselves because they wanted to show their favor.Or if there is a retribution, most of the Jing family can't practice martial arts, few have a few muscles and bones, and it is far from being able to reach the peak of martial arts.

Now that martial arts are flourishing, if a person wants to gain a foothold in the Jianghu, he must have some kung fu with swords, axes and axes.How did Nanzheng City get rid of Junhan Mansion and Tianhan Village?How could Ji Nancheng bully Taihezong in the first place?Relying on it is Shao Xiucheng and Weng Patriarch who have superb martial arts.

The Jing family wanted to return to their homeland, how could they do it without a patriarch with strong martial arts skills?Xiao Qingqian is a direct descendant of the Jing family, his sword skills have reached the pinnacle, and now he is famous in the Jianghu, so he is naturally the best candidate.

Qin Gutong heard Xiao Qingqian explain the reason, and said: "Then ignore them, let's not go to Taihe City. Since it is co-organized by the Jing family, wouldn't it be embarrassing to meet some elder brothers when you go there."

"Did you forget that you invited Shao Ling to a martial arts competition?"

"The martial arts competition can be done anywhere, why bother with that platform. I'll write a letter and ask someone to send it there." Qin Gutong stretched out his arms to embrace Xiao Qingqian, "We'll go when we don't forget that they're done. Go south. Walk slowly, and you will arrive at Flowing Spring City in winter."