salted fish soaring

Outside the flower window, it is raining at night.

The rain flutters with the wind, knocking on the scales and glazed tiles of thousands of pavilions and halls, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and the sound is like broken jade.

He Qingqing was lying on the ice-cold jade bed, and Fairy Jiangyun pressed her veins lightly, injecting a steady stream of spiritual energy into her body, keeping her conscious and cohesive.

This also made He Qingqing's five senses more sensitive.

"So it's the sound and feeling of the knife scraping slowly on the bone," she thought.

All pain is doubled.

There was a layer of blood mist in front of his eyes, and he could vaguely see the old monk changing the knife, changing the needle, and sprinkling the powder, but he couldn't see clearly.

Sometimes it was extremely itchy, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her skin and sucking her flesh and blood.If it wasn't for being restrained and unable to move, she wished to tear off her face.

Sometimes it was excruciatingly painful, as if a sharp needle had pierced into the seam of her bone, but it still wanted to penetrate the bone and drill in.If it wasn't for Jiang Yun casting a voice-suppressing curse for her, she might have roared loudly.

Tonight was too long, too dark for her.

She was pushed into the mine by her classmates, reprimanded by her master, and hacked into pieces, but she didn't shed a single tear.

"Going to the [-]th level of hell to be punished is probably nothing more than that." He Qingqing thought, "I am a ghost that crawled out of hell. The ghost will crawl to the human world and live a life like a human!"

"Bang Dang!" The flower window was blown open by the strong wind, and the cold wind rolled the rain into the bedroom.

In the haze of blood, He Qingqing had an inexplicable thought, and her rock-solid heart softened a little——

It's raining so hard, what is Senior Brother Song doing at this time, the flower stand in the courtyard was blown down by the wind.

The pain continued, and she had no more energy to think about it.

I don't know how long it has passed, but it seems to be longer than 1 years.A pair of cool and soft hands held her palm, and a female voice was gentle and loving:

"It's done, go to sleep, go to sleep."

He Qingqing was finally freed, and her consciousness instantly sank into darkness.

A light gradually lit up in the darkness, illuminating the family of three.

A woman has gentle watery eyes and a faint fragrance, while a man has a resolute face and broad shoulders.

Yuxue, a girl with double buns, is cute, delicate and lively: "Mom, I still want to eat rice cakes."

The woman took her hand: "From now on, every year when you celebrate your birthday, let's eat rice cakes, shall we?"

The man picked her up and said, "Qingqing, look at the lamp that father bought for you! Let's go release the river lantern."

Suddenly the lantern shattered and all the brilliance went out.

In the pitch-black devil's cave, the woman with only the upper half of her body was left hoarsely: "Qingqing, live on, live on!"

Midnight Manjusri was covered in blood, the boulder collapsed behind him, and the monster roared.

In the blood and fire, the whole world was shaken.

The godlike young man in black looked down at her, and stretched out his hand indifferently: "Follow me."

The hand was engulfed in flames.

The fire burned into a dazzling vermilion, which turned into a small vermilion lacquer door of the Song Academy.

Song Qian's body was covered with silver moonlight, holding the green platform in his arms, standing under the peach blossom tree and smiling at her.

The handsome young man's voice was light and gentle: "This piano is given to you as an apology."

The night wind blew his voice away, and blew across the bluestone sparkling pool water.

Fairy Jiangyun walked through the crowd, looking serious: "Would you like to be my disciple?"

He Qingqing stretched out her hand with all her strength——

But when the fingertips touched the icy water, those reflections shattered together with the peach blossoms.

The icy lake water overflowed her mouth and nose, and she sank deeper into the darkness.

She can't hold on to anything.

No one in the world can save another person from the sea of ​​suffering, everyone has to guide himself.

He Qingqing suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky is bright and the birds are chirping.

She got up from the jade bed and got off the ground, and she was shocked to feel that her body was extremely light, as if she could fly in two steps.

He Qingqing touched her face, her skin was smooth and tender.However, there was never a mirror in her room, and there were very few reflective things.

The summer is sunny and bright, the vegetation is lush and the birds are contending.

With disheveled hair, He Qingqing rushed to the lotus pond.

The red lotus is in full bloom, covering the sky and the sun, making it uniquely beautiful.

She approached slowly, lowered her head timidly, fishes were swimming in the water, and a figure was clearly reflected on the water surface

——Mo hair like a waterfall, full forehead, phoenix eyes and long eyebrows are slightly raised, nose bridge is straight, red lips are not red.

If Miaoyan's face is like the clouds in the sky and the silver lotus in the water, floating in soft splendor, she is not aggressive.

That face is the sharp moonlight knife light and the proud red plums in the snow.

Bright as a knife.

People dare not look directly at the knife and knife.

With this appearance, she shouldn't be wrapped in a white dress and her hair disheveled.

Fitted with the six-foot long dress, it winds across the ground, and its head is full of jewels, emeralds, and rare treasures, shining brilliantly.

He Qingqing smiled, and the beautiful woman in the water also smiled.

She reached out and gently touched her cheek, her eyes were slightly sour, and the tip of her nose was red.

"It's really worth a thousand cuts!" Fairy Jiang Yun's voice sounded from behind.

He Qingqing turned around suddenly.

"Amitabha." The old monk Wuxiang said: "Fairy He has a tough heart and a strong root of wisdom. If you survive a catastrophe, you will surely have future blessings."

Jiang Yun smiled and nodded.

The old monk said softly: "The poor monk has two words that he wants to say to Fairy He alone."

"Master, please." Jiang Yun has no objection.

He Qingqing faced Monk Wuxiang, the "Monk with Wonderful Hands", and saluted again: "Thank you."

"Fairy has a destiny with the poor monk, so there is no need to say thank you. This thing is given to Fairy, congratulations on Fairy's new life."

He Qingqing reached out to take it, and looked down carefully.

It is a string of red spirit jade rosary beads, eighteen dark red beads are delicate and clear.

When the sun shines, the brilliance is shining, and the lines inside the beads are like flowing blood.

He Qingqing turned the beads, and the two middle ones showed clear inscriptions one by one.

She opened her vermilion lips and said softly, "Qing, Qing."

This is not only a high-quality magic weapon, but also a well-prepared gift. He Qingqing was pleasantly surprised: "It's my name!"

The old monk nodded with a smile.

"If Fairy He is willing, the poor monk will teach you another exercise, which can double the power of this thing."

He Qingqing hesitated: "I have received your great kindness, and there is nothing I can repay."

The old monk said slowly: "You and I are not considered masters and apprentices, but a relationship in the world. The poor monk has already left the seed of fate, but the life of the benefactor has changed, and the fate with the poor monk will be broken. You learn my skills, and you will be able to get along with me." My wish is to repay the grace of healing."

The old monk said it very straightforwardly.

Because of this straightforwardness, He Qingqing no longer refused, and smiled generously: "Thank you, master!"

The old monk's eyes were as far away as a deep pool, and he stretched out a finger under the wide sleeve of his cassock, and lightly tapped the girl's eyebrows.

At this moment, He Qingqing straightened her back and raised her head slightly.

She thought that this was a god-sent opportunity for her after all the hard work.

……

"Senior Sister Jiangyun, why did you say that?"

Inside the Peony Hall, Fairy Wang Shu smiled lightly.Her smile was still beautiful, but a little forced.

"It's literally." Jiang Yun said with a blank expression on his face, "In the past, I didn't have any direct disciples, and many things were left to others temporarily. Now I have accepted the personal pass. According to the tradition of the master, my disciple is the elder sister, who should be in charge of the transfer hall. , to teach all the juniors, to supervise the mining of the Lingshi vein mine, and to keep the key to the top floor of the Wanyin Pavilion."

Wang Shu took a breath and suppressed his displeasure: "Senior Sister, that child Qingqing is still young, and she hasn't been familiar with the rules of our sect yet. What's more, she has just recovered her appearance and needs to rest for a while. Liaohua will take care of the scriptures, why don't we invite her first..."

Fairy Jiangyun interrupted: "Liaohua violated the rules of the sect, and was sent to the Liuli Palace by Qingqing just now, so she can't come."

Fairy Wang Shu frowned lightly.She frowned quickly, and looked behind calmly.

Behind her stood Miao Yan.

Today, Miaoyan is wearing a long skirt with green lake water and a flowing cloud bun, which complements her snow-skinned and flowery appearance, and she looks graceful.

After the "Dengwen Yahui" piano test, Wang Shu didn't give Miao Yan a good look.

But Miaoyan is still her most proud personal disciple.

Let the younger generation solve the matter of the younger generation's disciples by themselves, and it is not decent for the older generation to stretch out their hands.

What's more, Miaoyan stabilized He Qingqing's head, so she really had nothing to worry about.

Miao Yan took Master's eyes and walked away knowingly.

Wang Shu smiled with satisfaction.

Jiang Yun's arrival was not kind, and she had to put up all her energy to deal with it.

……

Inside the glazed hall.

A group of outer disciples stood on both sides of the main hall, He Qingqing sat alone on the high platform, and seven or eight female cultivators stood under his highness.

A woman's voice was high-pitched, and she was defending loudly: "Master has no evidence, why is she wronged, is she bullying us little disciples?"

Their cultivation and talents are not outstanding, but their backgrounds are high, and they are good at forming cliques. It is really reluctant to call themselves "little disciples".

The disciples from the outer sect on the side of the hall wanted to laugh but they didn't dare.

They don't know why He Qingqing arranged for them to summon these domineering tumors, they only hope that this "big sister" can really support the situation, otherwise, after today, they may be the ones who are unlucky.

He Qingqing walked down the high steps quickly.

"Crack!" The crisp applause echoed in the hall.

The girl covered her face in astonishment, and pointed at He Qingqing with one hand: "You, you!"

All the girls were shocked.

"Tell the truth." He Qingqing said calmly.

"How can you hit me? My master has never hit me!"

"Elder Sister has the right to discipline all the disciples on behalf of the teacher." He Qingqing said: "You guys taught me this rule, have you forgotten?"

The girl's face turned red, and the coercion burst out from her body. She rushed straight up, but it was as if she had hit a wall and knocked herself to the ground.

She was startled, He Qingqing must be carrying a strange treasure!

I don't know what treasure Jiang Yun gave her for self-defense and life protection, which can make her coercion comparable to that of Jindan.

The girls quickly exchanged glances, just wanting to delay for a while, waiting for Fairy Wang Shu to come to rescue.

The girl put on an aggrieved look: "Master, I don't have one, you accidentally fell into the mine, everyone is looking for you everywhere, so anxious..."

"Slap!" Another slap was slapped hard, causing blood to ooze from the corner of her mouth, tears running down her cheeks.

"How dare you lie." He Qingqing said coldly, "Bai E, I remember your face."

When she raised her hand again, Bai E screamed:

"It's Senior Sister Liaohua, Senior Sister Liaohua asked me to push it!"

"Shut up!" Liao Hua shouted.

Seeing He Qingqing turning around and walking towards her, she couldn't help turning pale, shaking like chaff, and yelling sternly:

"You dare to hit me? Do you know who my cousin is?"

At this moment, the maid announced loudly:

"Fairy Miaoyan arrived—"

The girls breathed a sigh of relief instantly, but He Qingqing turned a blind eye to this slap and still fell hard.

Liaohua flew out and fell to the ground.

Miao Yan's eyes swept across the mess in the hall, and she knew that she had come just in time, and He Qingqing should have let go of her anger.

When the Qi is smooth, things will not be difficult.

She saluted He Qingqing first, with a decent posture and a humble attitude:

"I have neglected to teach in normal times. The junior sisters have offended the senior sister somehow. I will apologize to the senior sister on their behalf. I will take them back today, and I will strictly discipline them in the future. If they commit any crimes again, they will be severely punished."

The eyes of the girls brightened.It can be predicted that if they are saved today, they will be very grateful to Miao Yan.

Miao Yan thinks that the lower their posture at this time, the stronger their loyalty will be in the future.

Miao Yan knows that He Qingqing can't take the soft and not the hard, so she can't change her face, her temperament is upside down, right?

She showed a smile: "The senior sister thinks that they are young and ignorant, and also for the sake of the junior sister, let them be spared once."

She didn't go on, but everyone knew what she wanted to say.

"You want me to take care of you?" He Qingqing looked at her.

Miao Yan laughed but said nothing.

Face is face.

Miaoyan has the most beautiful face in the world, no one doesn't like to look at her face.

But when He Qingqing looked at this face, he felt extremely bland, like a bowl of noodles in clear soup that forgot to add salt.

She was even a little confused, how could her former self be deceived by this appearance and make wedding clothes for others?

He Qingqing said calmly: "I taught you the whole chapter of "Song of the Wind and Snow", I have already seen your face, don't you know?"

When Miao Yan heard her suddenly mentioning this song, her smile froze slightly.

"After the piano test, if you really want to ask for advice, you should come to the door yourself. Why did you invite me to your bamboo building? If you really want to invite me, you can invite me alone. Why invite a group of people to help? I can't save face, so I'm sorry to refuse you."

Miao Yan's smile completely disappeared, but it was not embarrassment, but surprise.

She has long been used to acting in this way to achieve her goal without deliberate design, and doing it is more natural than blinking and breathing.

Suddenly someone said that it was pierced, how can we not be surprised.

Miao Yan smiled again, and said softly: "Master, I misunderstood, I just want you to get along more with everyone..."

He Qingqing interrupted: "You got the whole article, saying that the lyre solo is too lonely, and you arrange the ensemble score by yourself, but you still use the broken score. Do you dare to say that you really have a clear conscience about this piece?

"Fairy Miaoyan, you are not a bad person, but you are not a real person either. I have seen enough of your face before, and I don't want to see it anymore."

Is she crazy?Dare to say such a thing to Senior Sister Miaoyan?

Miaoyan's maid stared angrily, but was too shocked by He Qingqing's coercion to speak.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, all the female cultivators cried out in panic, "Senior Sister Miaoyan, save me!"

Miao Yan turned a deaf ear and just stared blankly, as if someone had slapped her twice.

Do you dare to hit the most beautiful face in the world?

He Qingqing hit.

Miao Yan was defeated in a hurry.

She hadn't walked in such a mess for many years.

"Fairy, why did you leave like this?" The maid was still unwilling.

"She's right. I really feel ashamed about the fragments." Miao Yan said lightly:

"But I spread the fragments, not because I was afraid that others would play me. I just didn't want others to know the ending of the score."

The Song of Wind and Snow is like a story. Miaoyan wants everyone to hear this story, but she doesn't want to tell others the ending.

This is her selfishness.

Miao Yan stopped for some reason, and suddenly looked back.

It was almost impossible to see the scene inside the hall.

After the girl regained her appearance, she was still slender and her waist was not full.

But it is like a sharp knife that wants to cut off all the turbidity in the world and break with the past.

Miao Yan murmured: "How am I inferior to her? Why did she get this song first? Why did she know the ending first?"

"Fairy, you are ten million times stronger than that evil ghost. She—" the maid wanted to scold him for being ugly, but she couldn't be ignorant of her conscience, so she had to change her words: "Her face is like a lotus, and her heart is like a snake."

Miao Yan ignored it, and just said in a daze: "Every time I play it, I can't help thinking, how can there be such a piece of music in the world, and what kind of person would be able to write such a piece of music? I don't know what he looks like, Is it a man or a woman, what clothes I like to wear, what exercises I usually practice, and what books I read."

"Fairy, you..." The maid hesitated to speak.

Miao Yan looked at the flowing clouds in the sky:

"Looking at it today, this song has become a barrier in my heart. I must meet the person who composed it, fulfill my wish, and break this barrier."