Jinghong Youlong [Comprehensive + Sword Three]

The night was getting darker, the temperature plummeted, and the desert that almost melted people during the day suddenly turned into a popsicle, and the wind picked up, rolling up the gravel and rushing against all obstacles.In the vast and boundless desert, almost only this lonely Longmen Inn still has a lot of popularity.Two perennial lanterns are lit at the entrance of the inn, swaying left and right by the wind, like two delicate flowers, as if they will be blown up by the strong wind and smashed to the ground at any time, but they hang firmly on the door lintel all the time. Provide a little guidance to the travelers in .

The inn has limited rooms, so Tang Jinghong lived with Su Huirong.Although Su Huirong is a maid of honor, she is still a maid of honor in the palace after all. She is well-clothed and well-fed. She is no worse than some ordinary ladies from rich and noble families, and she is also considered delicate and weak.After running around in the desert for so many days, he was already tired, and fell asleep almost as soon as he settled down.

Tang Jinghong sent her to bed, while she sat cross-legged on a chair in the room, thinking about things silently.

In fact, she was not particularly active in this task.She chose to enter the dungeon at that time, except for the so-called special rewards, on the other hand, she had no intention of escaping from reality.

After all, Tangjiabao is also the place where she stayed for a long time, except for the gloomy temper and busy affairs of the door owner, she didn't have much contact with her, but the rest, such as the old lady, Grandpa Huairen, Uncle Aoxia and Wule, Wuying's senior brothers all treated her very well.Although the old lady has some affection for her, but that kindness is not fake.And when she arrived in Tangjiabao, Grandpa Huairen's son had just died in the Battle of Fenghua Valley, and he had no other children under his knees, so he basically treated her as his own grandson.Brother Wuying was about the same age as her, and they practiced martial arts together. Although Senior Brother Wule was much older than them, he was always playful and active. A bit of color, insisting on becoming what it is today.So she has long had feelings for Tangjiabao and regards it as her home.

But now because of a sword manual, not only can she not go back, but she is afraid that she will have to face endless pursuit from inside the castle... She is not afraid of killing people, but she is afraid that there will be a lot of people under the cold and unified visor. familiar faces.

Sometimes thinking about it, Tang Jinghong even thought about staying in this dungeon for the rest of his life.

But even if she waits until she dies, she still has to return to the real world, and if nothing goes wrong, the real world should not pass overnight.

So, let's finish this task as soon as possible.You can stay for a while to relax, but you can't expect to completely escape everything in reality.

Tang Jinghong thought, raised his head slightly, and looked at the beam above his head.

At this time, in the whistling night wind, there suddenly came an extremely pure and somewhat melancholy sound of the flute, which drifted through the deep night.

Su Huirong woke up suddenly, and shouted "hero" in a daze.

Tang Jinghong got up and went over to pat her on the back, probably because she was too tired before, but the environment at this time gave her a very safe and comfortable feeling, and seeing Tang Jinghong again, she was confused for a while, and soon fell asleep again .

Tang Jinghong leaned against the bed frame, seeing that she was sound asleep, he listened attentively to the sound of the flute for a while, smiled slightly, pressed the sleeping point on Su Huirong's neck, went to open the window, and turned over on the roof.

In the dark night, Tang Jinghong could see a petite but firm figure sitting on the roof.

As if sensing that someone was coming, the sound of the flute paused for a while, and soon resumed.

Tang Jinghong folded his arms, stood there and listened for a while, then picked a leaf from a tree protruding to the roof, wiped it clean, put it to his lips, and slowly blew a brisk and joyful Bashu ditty.

Playing the ditty, Tang Jinghong seemed to see no longer an endless barren desert, but a lush bamboo forest, black and white, big and small, gnawing on the bamboo leisurely——

Brother Wu Le was beside her talking to Wu Ying Chi Chi Gua Gua, and in the middle of the conversation, he suddenly ran to grab two young Gun Rolls and stuffed them into her and Wu Ying's arms.

Although Wuying has been complaining that they should go to play wooden stakes to contact martial arts now, and Wu Le shouldn't take them out to play, but the joy on his face is still obvious when he hugs Rolling.She seldom talks, coupled with her embarrassing status, she has never been able to learn the unscrupulous way of speaking between the four young masters of the wordless generation, so she just silently hugged Troll in her arms - the fluffy and soft , but also with a warm touch, it is very comfortable to hold in my arms.

Senior Brother Wu Le patted her on the head, and said to Wu Ying: "You talk too much! Look at how well-behaved Junior Brother is. I took you to skip class because I felt sorry for you because of your hard work in training? Besides, I didn't Hurting you—when was it that I admitted all my mistakes and went to receive the punishment alone? Hmph, if you don’t like it, I won’t take you with me next time!”

What Tang Wule said was the truth.Tang Jiabao also knew what kind of virtue he was, and it was not the first time that he had lured his younger brothers out to play, and Tang Jinghong and Tang Wuying practiced hard, never falling behind in progress, and they were basically never punished in the castle.

Wuying smirked, buried his face on Gungun, and stopped talking.

This little tune was taught to them by Tang Wule that time.

Thinking of the carefree memories of the past, the tone became more and more flying.

The sound of the flute evokes lingering melancholy, but the minor key is extraordinarily brisk. It should be a completely different style, but in the deep night of the desolate desert, it makes people feel extraordinarily harmonious.

Ling Yanqiu naturally heard that the other party was cooperating with her, but she had a very calm temper and didn't care about it. She played a song step by step, straightened her clothes that were blown by the wind, and was ready to leave.

During the whole process, Tang Jinghong was absent.

Tang Jinghong was helpless - obviously if she played such a song in Tangjiabao, she would receive countless cheers from her seniors and sisters, but Senior Brother Wu Le often regretted teaching her this move.

Seeing that Ling Yanqiu was about to leave, Tang Jinghong dodged around, stopped in front of her with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "I think we need to talk—Miss Ling."

Ling Yanqiu's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not called Ling Yanqiu at all, and continued to insist on leaving.

Tang Jinghong could only stop him with his hands.

Unexpectedly, a white light suddenly appeared in the night sky—it was Ling Yanqiu who unceremoniously drew his sword.

If it wasn't for Tang Jinghong's fast retraction, half of his arm might have been cut off at this moment.She couldn't help but feel even more helpless, and could only cut straight to the point: "Girl, if you don't want to talk about Ling Yanqiu, why don't you change someone——Zhao Huaian, how about it?"

It wasn't until this time that Ling Yanqiu's expression changed a bit, he looked at Tang Jinghong vigilantly, and said hoarsely, "What do you mean?"

Tang Jinghong raised his hand again.

Ling Yanqiu took a step back and clenched the hilt of the sword, but she didn't make a move directly - after all, she couldn't fight with her hands, and it was about Zhao Huaian, so she could only be cautious.

But seeing her reaction, Tang Jinghong smiled, and then stretched towards her chest——

Ling Yanqiu couldn't help but widen her eyes, and suddenly her whole body froze - what, what, what is this? !

"Is this a token of love left by the girl who died saving Zhao Huaian?"

Tang Jinghong took out the half-exposed flute from her front and twirled it between her slender fingers.

Ling Yanqiu: ...So you want to take the flute?

When Hyundai was a child, he was used to turning pens while doing homework, but now Tang Jinghong is still very handy while holding the flute.Ling Yanqiu stared at the flute for a while, his expression gradually relaxed, he nodded, and then asked very puzzled: "How do you know? Who are you?"

Tang Jinghong put away the flute, tilted his head, and said deliberately: "Guess."

Not many people knew what happened back then.Ling Yanqiu pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Tang Jinghong with burning eyes, and asked: "...Zhao Huaian told you? Do you know him? You also heard that the imperial court was arresting him and came over—you, Do you know where he is?"

Speaking of the latter, this girl who had always been calm and indifferent rarely showed a bit of weakness and pleading.

Tang Jinghong said: "You are looking for him...to return this flute to him?"

And this attitude of neither denying nor denying, from Ling Yanqiu's point of view, is precisely what he knows.She no longer wanted to delve into how Tang Jinghong knew such a deep secret, so she couldn't help but took a step forward, and said in a trembling voice, "Where is he?"

Tang Jinghong took a deep look at her, and let out a long sigh that escaped in the wind: "...What if this is the case?"

Ling Yanqiu looked at Tang Jinghong's hand subconsciously, and opened her eyes wide again—Tang Jinghong just opened her palm, and yellow sawdust fell from her palm, and disappeared in the bleak desert wind in an instant.

——The wooden flute has already been reduced to powder by her internal force.

"You, how could you..." Ling Yanqiu muttered to himself, suddenly turned his sword around, and caught Tang Jinghong's neck unexpectedly.

Tang Jinghong didn't dodge or dodge, letting the sword leave a red mark on her neck, with a gentle smile still on the corner of her mouth.

Dugu Nine Swords is considered outstanding among many martial arts. In terms of swordsmanship alone, it can even be called one of the most powerful swordsmanship. Therefore, whenever Ling Yanqiu made a move, Tang Jinghong would have noticed it, but she didn't want to hide.

Hidden, not dodged, this is a concept, not even dodged... This is another matter.

For a moment, Ling Yanqiu only felt that the sword in his hand was so heavy that he couldn't make a move.

However, Tang Jinghong asked her in an extremely gentle tone at the right time: "In this case, can you - let go completely?"

Tang Jinghong said the last few words very softly, almost into a thin breath, but Ling Yanqiu was close and could hear them clearly, and then suddenly burst into tears, he didn't even want the sword, he just knelt down and hugged him. crying on his knees.

Tang Jinghong was taken aback by this crying, and he quickly squatted down and patted her back to comfort her: "Hey, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't cry—look, Dizi is not Still here?"

As she spoke, the flute that had been with Ling Yanqiu for three years and had just been destroyed was suddenly stuffed into her palm.