[Yi Tian] Sushou embroidered rivers and mountains

He said each word with a pause: "You and I have never met, intimacy is sex. Song Shaoxia, please respect yourself."

"Besides, Yin Liuxia has a marriage agreement with Senior Sister Xiaofu. You are a generation shorter than him, and you are also a generation shorter than me. Song Shaoxia, after careful consideration, you should call me Senior Aunt."

Song Qingshu only felt that the enthusiasm in his pocket was extinguished, and it was impossible to really call him Shigu, so he reluctantly called "Miss Zhou", which made Qingge's face look a little better.

Song Qingshu came to ask her to have dinner.

Qingge really doesn't understand why this Song Shaoxia is so bold in this era of male and female defense.Could it be that he is just like himself, the one who came back from the Tang Dynasty?

She finished supper alone in her room.

Early the next morning, Song Yuanqiao gave the sealed letter to Qingge.A rattan chair was carried out by four young Taoist priests. Yu Daiyan's face was pale, and his limbs were limply spread out on the rattan chair: "Miss Zhou, Yu San suddenly went crazy yesterday, which delayed the girl a lot of time. The girl apologizes."

Qingge was taken aback: "Yu Sanxia is an elder, so how can he make amends to his junior? Zhiruo just waited a day longer, the journey is faster, and he should be able to get back to Mount Emei in time."

She saw that Yu Daiyan's condition was not good.

Song Yuanqiao said: "Since this is the case, Wudang will not delay the girl. Liting, send Miss Zhou down the mountain."

Yin Liting agreed.

Qing Ge is the messenger of the Emei Sect and the disciple of Miejue Shitai.Wudang faction deserves such courtesy.

"My third brother and fifth brother were all lost in the hands of the Demon Cult, and Xiaofu...she also..." Yin Liting choked up a little at the end.

Qingge listened quietly.Yin Liting has held back for more than ten years, and needs a channel to vent.

"Anyway, Yin Liu gladly obeys the teacher's request."

Qing Ge was slightly startled: "Yesterday Yu Sanxia suddenly went crazy, because of Zhang Wuxia. So..."

She stopped, not knowing what to say.

Yin Liting smiled wryly: "That's right. If it wasn't for the dragon-slaying knife, the third brother wouldn't be crushed by those thieves, and the fifth brother wouldn't..."

He stopped abruptly and stopped talking.

This past event is a taboo in Wudang.

Qing Ge instantly captured the words "Dragon Slaying Knife".The Yitian sword is in the hands of the master, but the Dragon Slaying Sword?Dragon Slaying Knife!

She stopped in her tracks, sweat dripping from her palms.

"Zhiruo is proficient in medical theory, and may be able to cure Yu Sanxia."

Regardless of whether he can find out the whereabouts of the dragon-slaying knife, curing Wudang Yu Sanxia is a great achievement.

Yin Liting's eyes widened in disbelief, she was overwhelmed with surprise, but feared that it would be an empty dream after all.

This incident caused an uproar in Wudang.

Qingge drove out all the idlers and felt for Yu Daiyan's veins.If she wanted to be more realistic, she had to be serious: "Yu Sanxia, ​​your wound has healed, I'm afraid it needs to be interrupted before it can be continued."

Yu Daiyan nodded: "Young lady."

Qing Ge unsealed a small jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine that she had brought, and persuaded: "It will hurt a little. Yu Sanxia might as well drink some medicinal wine first, and get a good night's sleep, so that Zhi Ruo can do it."

Yu Daiyan wanted to say no, but then he thought that most of the people in the Jianghu had secret recipes that were not humane, so he slowly drank the jar of wine in Qingge's hand.

Qingge nodded slightly, and after a few crisp clicks, Yu Daiyan's limbs and muscles were broken again by her.The severe pain made Yu Daiyan's face pale instantly, coupled with the stamina of the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, he fell into a coma.

Qingge pulled a chair and sat down, quietly waiting for the result.

The sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed by Lingquan has miraculous effects, right?

The pain of reshaping the muscles and bones is absolutely unbearable for most people.

Yu Daiyan was abruptly woken up by the pain several times, each time he gritted his teeth and endured it, cold sweat dripping down his pale cheeks.Qingge couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed open the door to go out, and there were already circles of people outside.

Song Yuanqiao wriggled his lips, as if he wanted to ask something, but he finally didn't ask.

Qingge spoke first: "He is in too much pain. Do you have a piano?"

Song Yuanqiao didn't understand the connection between these two sentences, Song Qingshu rushed to the interface: "Yes. I'll get it right away."

The sound of Cong Cong zither lingers on the beams of the roof, like spring breeze bringing warmth, like flowing water.

Da Si Le said that there are eighteen thousand kinds of sounds, which can be used to give birth to people or kill people.Only the piano can play the sound of the heart.

The long and slender fingertips plucked the strings quickly and slowly, piercing through the lingering clouds and mist on Wudang Mountain, and calming the patient's nervous nerves.Yu Daiyan's expression became more and more relaxed, and finally fell into a deep sleep after a sleeping sound.

Qingge wiped off her sweat and went out holding the piano.This method of playing is too exhausting.But after only playing for half an hour, it was more tiring than she practiced the sword for three days and three nights.

"Is this the latest practice method of the Emei Sect?" Yu Lianzhou is a martial idiot, "I listened to it for a while, and there are quite a few of them. After the third brother wakes up, I will retreat and study."

Qingge held the qin in both hands, and handed it to Song Qingshu: "Thank you for your qin."

Mo Shenggu couldn't hold back, and said anxiously: "Miss Zhou..."

"You can go in now. Be careful, he needs to rest."

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"Thanks to Miss Zhou's great kindness for saving my third brother. I, Wudang, will never repay you. If I ask for something in the future, Wudang will not dare to say no." Song Yuanqiao gave a deep bow to Qingge.

Qing Ge was startled: "Song Daxia's gift, Zhi Ruo really can't bear it..."

"Why can't you bear it?" Mo Shenggu bowed carelessly, "You can be regarded as my sixth sister-in-law's junior sister... well, you can also be considered my junior sister. You and I are equals, naturally...naturally..."

He "naturally" for a long time, but there is no "natural" result.

Yin Liting smiled gently: "Naturally, there is no need to be bound by seniority. Miss Zhou, it is a long way to Emei. You are a young girl, you still need to be careful."

Qingge thanked Yin Liting, and said: "I hope Wudang will keep Zhiruo a secret about Yu Sanxia. If anyone asks, just say that it was treated by an expert."

The Wudang heroes thought she was afraid of revenge, so they agreed in unison.After all, Qingge is just a young girl, if the culprit who hurt Yu Daiyan comes to find her, she probably won't be able to protect herself.

Qingge thanked everyone, bid farewell to everyone, retrieved the sword under Xie Jianyan, and left without dust.

The Dragon Slaying Knife is in the hands of Mingjiao Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun.

Xie Xun was blind, and spent the rest of his life on an isolated overseas island.

Apart from Zhang Cuishan, Yin Susu, and Zhang Wuji, there was no fourth person in the world who could return from that small island safely.

Song Qingshu looked at her back from a distance, until he could no longer see her, and then returned to the mountain dispirited.

"Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, Kongtong, and Huashan have all agreed. It seems that the attack on Guangmingding this time is really what everyone expects." Miejue Shitai was a little proud, coughed lightly, and with a straight face, ordered twenty personal disciples , "You pack your bags quickly and head north in three days."

All the disciples agreed in unison, and went back to pack their bags.Ding Minjun took a few steps ahead and caught up with Qingge: "Junior Sister Zhou stay."

Qing Ge stopped and waited for her, a little surprised: "Senior Sister Ding, is there something important?"

Ding Minjun glanced around, wringing his fingers unconsciously: "Ah...it's okay. This battle is extremely difficult and dangerous, but it is also a great achievement. Junior sister is Master's favorite disciple, so you should do your best."

"Thank you, senior sister, for your concern, my little sister will save me."

Ding Minjun looked at Qingge's retreating back and sneered.

Do your best, it is best to die with Jingxuan on the top of Guangming, never come back, and don't compete with her for the position of head of Emei.

A group of Emei disciples galloped on the loess road, billowing up dust all over the sky.

Miejue Shitai's horse suddenly raised its head high and took a few steps back.She reined in her horse, frowned, and looked at the small objects scattered on the ground.

Every piece is exquisite.

Ding Minjun got off his horse and curiously picked up a small oblong object with six small holes in it: "What is this? It looks so strange."

Qingge subconsciously interfaced: "It's Xun."

Master Miejue took a look at her too much, and all the disciples were whispering, most of them were talking about that strange round thing.

Qingge rolled the whip, took a xun, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, and carefully put it in the bag.

Ding Minjun threw the xun in his hand in disgust: "What dirty things. Junior sister Zhou, don't pick up dirty things and go back."

Miejue Shitai's voice sounded low: "Let's go."

night.full moon.

The disciples of Emei built a stove with earth and simply used it for dinner.In the first half of the night, Qing Ge, Jing Kong, and Jing Zhao were on duty. Before everyone fell asleep, Qing Ge went to the river to wash the Xun, put it on his lips, and blew it softly.

The ancient tune carries the vicissitudes of 6000 years, and is deposited in a piece of court music.

Yes, apart from court musicians, very few people in the world can play the xun.It was also by chance that Qingge learned this set of tunes.

"A very bleak song." Jingkong walked to Qingge's side and asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"

Qingge put down the xun and sighed: "It's called "Zhuolu"."

Jingkong suddenly discovered that a big red peony was embroidered on Qingge's handkerchief, bordered with gold thread, which was extremely extravagant.

"You know so much." Jing Kong sighed sincerely.

Qingge gave a praise, lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes cast a neat fan-shaped shadow.

She doesn't know much, but Xun is very common in court music.

The daughter of the rivers and lakes is too far away from the imperial city.

Qingge played with the Xun, looked at the flickering fire in front of her, and lowered her voice extremely low: "Senior Sister Jingkong, do you know why Master joined forces with the five sects to besiege Guangmingding? Is it just for Senior Sister Xiaofu?"

Jingkong shook his head, glanced at the tent where the disciples were sleeping, and lowered his voice.