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"Master, where are we going now?"

"I'm going to visit a friend."

This is a sea of ​​bamboo, not a single grass, not a single flower, and there are no other plants on the soil except bamboo.There is a vast blue sea of ​​bamboo, which can't be seen at a glance, the air is fresh and humid, and the surroundings are so quiet that the sound of dewdrops falling can be heard.

The bamboos on both sides are tall and thick, leaning towards the middle one after another, forming a natural barrier that prevents even rainwater from falling.Si Kongling walked on this emerald corridor, looking around curiously, "Master, look, these bamboos are so strange, aren't the bamboo joints all segmented, why are the bamboo joints crooked and twisted?" , does it look like a grimace?"

"This is called human face bamboo, so named because the bamboo joints resemble smiling human faces."

Sikong Ling became interested, took out his dagger, and carved a pair of eyes, a nose, and a mouth on the human-mask bamboo, "Look, master, does it look more like a grimace now?"

A melodious piano sound sounded in the bamboo sea, breaking the silence of the bamboo forest.The string sound is beautiful and pleasant, with a simple and profound artistic conception.The river and the sky are all the same color without any dust, and the moon is alone in the bright sky.Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time?When did Jiangyue shine on people at the beginning of the year?There are endless generations of life, and Jiang Yue looks similar year after year.I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

Si Kongling was almost intoxicated by this song "Spring River Blossoms and Moonlight Night", but although the sound of the piano is beautiful, it carries murderous intent.

Si Kongling suddenly felt chest tightness, difficulty breathing, tinnitus, eardrum pain, and dizziness became more and more serious.

Sikong Ling tightly covered his ears with his hands, but the sound still penetrated into his ears through the tiny gap, piercing into the softest and most fragile part of his ears like thousands of silver needles.

Just now it was a wonderful sound that was as beautiful as a fairy song, but now it has become the sharpest and piercing magic sound, as if it came from the most terrifying scream from the nineteenth floor of hell.

Qin Xiao didn't seem to be affected by the sound of the piano, her eyes were as calm as water, and her expression was as calm as usual. She just reached out and picked off a bamboo leaf casually, and gently placed it on her slightly pale lips.

What Qin Xiao played was the high mountains and flowing waters handed down from the Spring and Autumn Period. The seemingly ordinary music contained a powerful internal force, which resisted the murderous sound of the other party's piano.Not long after Qin Xiao started playing, the severe pain in Sikongling's eardrums gradually subsided.

Si Kongling no longer tightly covered his ears, put his hands on the human face bamboo, and panted lightly, as if he had just run a few kilometers, sweating profusely, and his heart beating like thunder.

This is the gap, the insurmountable gap between the strong and the weak. A person who plays the piano is a first-class master. Seeing the other person's face will be instantly killed.

However, she, Qin Xiao, can defuse all fatal attacks just by playing a light song. She is like a god. Will he really be able to kill her for revenge one day?

If that day really comes, will I really have the heart to do it?Or is it the best ending to die by her hands?

Si Kongling's heart began to shake slowly, and the face of Brother Huang in his memory became more and more blurred, as if he was getting farther and farther away from him.

The sound of the other party's piano has changed from the spring river and the moonlit night to the high mountains and flowing water. The two seem to have a tacit understanding and cooperate seamlessly. Even the birds in the bamboo sea are fascinated by the beautiful piano sound, standing on tiptoe on the green bamboo, holding their breath. Listen attentively and focus.

After the song was played, Qin Xiao put down the bamboo leaf on his lips, and threw it away again. The bamboo leaf whirled and twirled in the breeze, fell slowly, and finally fell into Si Kongling's open palm.The small bamboo leaf lay quietly in the palm of the hand, with moist lips printed on the edge.

The sound of the zither stopped suddenly, and the thousands of little birds surrounding it dispersed almost at the same time, and chirping birds rang out in the extremely quiet bamboo sea just now.

"Let's go in."

A row of solitary small thatched huts stood among the dense bamboo forests. Among the tall and tall bamboo forests, the thatched huts looked particularly low and simple.

One house, one bamboo, one piano, one person.

It was a guqin with no hollow patterns on it, it was as simple as the row of small thatched huts.But this piano can play the most beautiful music in the world.

The person who played the piano was plain, but he had a pair of slender and exquisite hands. Sikong Ling had never seen such beautiful hands, as if carved from crystal beads and jade, so beautiful that it was a bit unreal.Although the guqin is simple and unpretentious, under the caress of those hands, it has produced a simple and moving beauty.

Loulan's number one luthier, Jiang Qiu, was obsessed with guqin all her life. Back then, the King of Loulan sent people to invite her to the palace three times to serve as court musician, but she declined all three times.She is the best luthier in the world, and only she can play the most beautiful melody in the world. People in the world call her the Bamboo Forest Qin Fairy, because only the sound of her piano can attract birds to gather and listen to the spectacle.She is like a fairy in the qin, even the birds will be intoxicated by her strings and cannot bear to leave.

"You are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time. After she leaves, no one in the world can understand my piano music except you." Jiang Qiu regards Qin Xiao as her confidant, and she doesn't care about Qin Xiao's life in the arena. She has nothing to do with how bad her reputation is, bullying her teachers and destroying her ancestors, mutilating her fellow disciples, and even murdering the king and treason.Her world couldn't be simpler, except for the music score, there is Guqin.She only lives in music all her life, and Qin Xiao can understand her heart expressed by the sound of the piano, so she regards Qin Xiao as a bosom friend.

"I can understand it too," Si Kongling didn't like being ignored as air, so he hurriedly interjected, "Your piano sound is very beautiful, very pleasant to hear."

Jiang Qiu smiled slightly, and there was a gentle smile on that ordinary face, "Qin Xiao, you have always been alone, why did you bring an oil bottle here this time?"

"I'm not a fool, I'm her master, uh no, I'm her apprentice." Si Kongling was quite dissatisfied, and couldn't even speak clearly for a while.

"I will meet someone tomorrow for a decisive battle on the top of the snow mountain. Please take care of this child for me. If," Qin Xiao paused, he continued, "If I don't come back by tomorrow evening, please protect her for me and take her away." Raise."

Jiang Qiu was very surprised that Qin Xiao, who has always been aloof and confident, would say such words, as if he was dying, without the arrogance of winning in the past, "Who will be the one who will fight with you tomorrow?"

"Xiao Shuang. You know, I owe her this."

Jiang Qiu sighed for a long time and stopped talking, the two fell into a long silence, only the second monk Sikong Lingzhang was puzzled and didn't understand half a sentence.

"If you don't come back tomorrow, I can help you take care of this child, but I have one condition."

"what?"

"Play a high mountain and flowing water with me again." Jiang Qiu knew that after today, maybe no one in the world would be able to play the high mountain and flowing water with her again.

The red cloth that covered the dust was lifted, and there was another dark brown simple guqin. Judging by the thickness of the dust, no one should have touched it for a year or two.

This is a guqin specially prepared for Qin Xiao.

Si Kongling didn't know until today that the hands of the blood-stained swordsman holding the Jiaohong could also be the hands of a quiet and gentle luthier stroking the strings.

Si Kongling was intoxicated by the music, with the gurgling water and the mountains looking up, as if in a fairyland, in the end he didn't know where he was, what day and what night.All creatures in nature are silent, not daring to disturb the two who are playing.

Jincheng silk tube has been in succession, half into the river wind and half into the cloud.

This song should only be found in the sky, and can be heard several times in the world.

"Master, will you come back to pick me up?" For some reason, Si Kongling felt a little uneasy, grabbed Qin Xiao's sleeve, and asked expectantly.

"Maybe not."

Si Kongling once again watched Qin Xiao's back leave.

"Sister Jiang, is Mo Shuang very strong?" After Qin Xiao's back disappeared, Si Kongling turned to look at Jiang Qiu.

Jiang Qiu still didn't stop playing the piano, the piece he played was a farewell song, but Si Kongling could hear a bit of sadness in the piece.

"Very strong, she is the king of hidden weapons, the number one expert in the Illusory Feather Kingdom, the head of the Canglong School, and she is also Qin Xiao's junior sister."

"But isn't my master also the number one swordsman, Loulan's number one master?" Si Kongling asked back unconvinced, in her heart, Qin Xiao will always be the most powerful, a myth that no one can surpass.

"But she was poisoned, a poison that is very powerful and can even kill people."

"What?" Si Kongling exclaimed, pale with shock.

"If I'm not wrong, it should be Mo Shuang's unique cold poison, and the heights are unbearably cold. I heard that people who are poisoned by this poison will definitely die within fifteen years. Even if Qin Xiao has deep internal strength and high cultivation, it will not be too cold. If she loses her life, she will also be poisoned and her vitality will be greatly damaged. But according to Qin Xiao's cultivation, how could it be possible for someone to poison her?" If Qin Xiao was poisoned so easily, her life might not be saved long ago.

"It's obviously the poison I was poisoned by, why did it suddenly land on her? Didn't Grandpa Guigu undo the poison for me?" Sikong Ling's lips began to tremble unconsciously, and his brain was in a mess like a paste .

"As far as I know, there is no cure for extreme coldness at high places. She is willing to detoxify you and introduce the poison to herself. Presumably you are very important to her, even more important than her own life."

The sound of the zither was lingering and beautiful, but Si Kongling couldn't hear a single note.

At this moment, Sikong Ling's lips trembled even more, and she gradually understood what was going on.In the end, her life was not saved by Grandpa Guigu, but by her.But is she crazy? Why do she want to save someone who has nothing to do with her and who is thinking about killing her all day long?

At that time, Si Kongling didn't know that the price Qin Xiao paid was far more than that. In order to save her, Qin Xiao would lose a full ten years of life.

In the dark and empty room, the candles flickered on and off, and the sandalwood seemed to be gone. The white gauze curtain was lifted, and a woman with long hair like lacquer and a black robe fluttered out came out.The king-like domineering aura on the woman shunned the chill around her, and the wind outside the window howled in, and her ink-like three thousand hairs danced wildly in the air.

Bingying was lying on the bed, her body was still a little weak after recovering from a serious illness, her wet eyes were full of nostalgia and reluctance.

Bingying pulled Moshuang's black robe inlaid with gold thread, you want to go?

"Senior Sister and I must make a break. Tomorrow, either she will die or I will die. One of us must fall." Her words were as firm as iron, and her determination was as firm as a knife, unshakable.

I want to go with you, I haven't finished the task of killing Princess Loulan yet!Bingying gestured quickly with his hands.Even if she can't help, she still wants to quietly follow behind her master. Waiting alone is the scariest thing in the world.

"No, you haven't recovered yet, I've given the task of assassinating the princess to someone else."

Bingying's eyes were dim, his hands and feet were cold, and he was in a daze.Is the master disliking himself for being useless?

Mo Shuang sighed, knowing that the child was thinking wildly again, she hugged Bingying's waist, and gently touched her head, which was unexpectedly gentle like never before.

Bingying looked at her master in surprise, she was used to her ruthlessness, but for a while she couldn't get used to her gentle caress and caring.

Tears flickered faintly in Bingying's eyes, but she stubbornly suppressed them back. The master never liked tears that symbolized incompetence and weakness.

You must come back, don't leave me, I will always wait for you.

This time, Bing Ying did not use her fingers to draw, but wrote stroke by stroke in Mo Shuang's palm.