After Song Qingshu left, he secretly laughed: Since Yelu Nanxian is too embarrassed to reveal his identity, then he pretends not to know and let her have a headache.
Song Qingshu still doesn't know exactly what Xiao Banhe's plan is, but he can feel that the other party seems to have no hostility.
"It's really strange!"
The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the more he had a headache. He was hesitating whether to go back and have a look. Who knew that there were a few clangs suddenly heard in the distant mountains and forests. It seemed that someone was playing the piano. Can't hear the fuzzy sound of the piano in the wind.
Song Qingshu was taken aback, how could anyone play the piano in this wilderness? His first reaction was that Zhao Min started planning some conspiracy ≦↗≦↗≦↗, ♂.★▼.⊙ trick to lure himself into the trap. But after listening carefully for a while, he denied this guess. Although he didn't know the rhythm, he could still tell that the sound of the piano and Zhao Min were obviously two styles.
The sound of the piano kept coming, very elegant, and after a while, there were a few soft sounds of the flute interspersed with the rhyme of the piano. The sound of the lyre is peaceful and centered, and the quiet hole flute is sandwiched between them, which is even more moving. The sound of the qin rhyme and flute seems to be asking and answering, and at the same time gradually moving closer.
The sound of the piano gradually became higher and higher, but the sound of the flute gradually sank, but the sound of the flute was low and continuous, like a gossamer floating in the wind, but it was continuous, adding to the soul-stirring meaning.
"The one who plays the piano in the middle of the night is either a female ghost or a goblin. No matter what it is, I want to see it." Song Qingshu is now bold and impatiently curious, and he looks for the sound of the piano in a blink of an eye.
Although the sound of the zither was far away, Song Qingshu's lightness skills were excellent, and he climbed over two hills in a short while, and vaguely saw two figures in the forest. Song Qingshu was slightly startled, and approached more cautiously.
With Song Qingshu's current martial arts, deliberately concealing his whereabouts, there are only a handful of people in the world who can detect it, and obviously the two people on the opposite side are not among them.
Song Qingshu quietly hid on a lush tree a few feet away from the two of them. After pushing aside the leaves, he finally saw the appearance of the person playing the piano clearly, and he couldn't help but look depressed.
It turned out that the player who played the piano was neither a female ghost nor a goblin, but a man with a square face, sword eyebrows and thin lips. It was Linghu Chong who had met several times.
"If Linghu Chong is here, the other one must be Ren Yingying. Except for the late Quyang Liu Zhengfeng, I'm afraid no one would play the piano and flute in such a flamboyant midnight ensemble." Song Qingshu muttered silently, changing angles to the other side Looking at it, I saw that the skin of the girl who played the flute was as white as transparent, with a layer of blush faintly showing, who is it not Ren Yingying
I saw her leaning on a green bamboo, coquettishly looking vulnerable, her eyebrows slightly frowned, if there was deep worry, Song Qingshu suddenly laughed dumbfounded: "She won't be having a headache, how can she deal with me, a bastard? "
As if confirming the speculation in his heart, Linghu Chong asked with concern: "Yingying, there seems to be a hint of depression in your flute sound. These days, I always feel that something is wrong with you. Do you have any embarrassment in your heart? thing?"
"Ah?" Ren Yingying looked up blankly, "Brother Chong, what did you say?"
Linghu Chong frowned, so he had no choice but to repeat the question just now.
Ren Yingying hesitated to speak, but finally shook her head and forced a smile: "It's nothing, you also know the current situation on Heimuya."
"Is it really just like that?" Linghu Chong looked at her suspiciously.
"Otherwise, what could be the matter?" Ren Yingying smiled unnaturally.
Linghu Chong was still about to ask, but suddenly heard a burst of wild laughter: "Hahaha, you silly boy, obviously this little girl has someone else in her heart, and you are still asking stupidly there."
Ren Yingying's face turned pale, but Linghu Chong was furious: "Where are you scoundrels?" The long sword was already unsheathed and stabbed at the place where the man's voice came from.
Song Qingshu on the other side had a strange face: "Could this voice be..."
Before Linghu Chong's long sword arrived, the person hiding in the dark had already jumped out first, with a wave of his palm, countless leaves around him swept towards Linghu Chong with a howling sound like sharp knives.
"Brother Chong, be careful!" Ren Yingying's face paled immediately, she didn't expect the other party's martial arts to be so high, and it seemed that she was by no means inferior to her father.
Linghu Chong was also taken aback, and hastily used the Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Arrows style, skillfully picking off the leaves that were as sharp as blades one by one.
Seeing that Linghu Chong had defeated his own move with just a long sword, the man was slightly startled and then praised: "The Dugu Nine Swords really deserve their reputation."
"Who is your Excellency?" Worried that Linghu Chong might be in the wrong, Ren Yingying hurried over to protect Linghu Chong, and looked at the man, only to see that he was tall and tall, with a high nose and deep eyes, a brown beard, a heroic spirit, and eyes like The knife was like a sword, very sharp, Ren Yingying looked at him, there was a scorching stinging sensation in her eyes, she couldn't help but click her tongue secretly.
Song Qingshu was speechless, and in the middle of the night he wore white clothes and walked around outside, afraid that others would not see him, who else but Ouyang Feng
"You don't need to know who this old man is. If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself. You have to come here to talk about love without sleeping in the middle of the night." As soon as Ouyang Feng finished speaking, he rushed towards Ren Yingying like a cannonball.
Ouyang Feng understood that Linghu Chong's swordsmanship was exquisite, and it was not easy to defeat him in a short time. On the contrary, Ren Yingying on the other side was obviously easier to deal with.
Linghu Chong really turned pale with fright, but Dugu Nine Swords is best at attacking the enemy and saving them. He quickly stabbed at Ouyang Feng's vital point with a tricky angle. If Ouyang Feng continued to attack Ren Yingying, Ren Yingying would naturally be doomed , but his own life may be in danger.
"Huh?" Ouyang Feng obviously didn't expect Linghu Chong's hasty reaction to be so fast, and he made the most correct choice at the same time.
Naturally, Ouyang Feng didn't want to die with Ren Yingying, so he quickly moved to the side, and slapped Linghu Chong's sword with his palm. Linghu Chong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and the long sword in his hand had already been released.
Ouyang Feng's smile suddenly froze. It turned out that Linghu Chong grabbed the long sword that had been knocked down with his left hand at the moment of lightning and flint, and swung the sword again. Ouyang Feng retreated a few feet before avoiding it. This odd blow.
"Boy, you're quite famous." Ouyang Feng thought that Linghu Chong was only relying on his exquisite swordsmanship, but he didn't expect his fighting talent to be so high, and he was a little flustered after two consecutive moves.
If Ouyang Feng had known about Linghu Chong's growth process, he probably wouldn't have underestimated the enemy so much in the first place. You must know that Linghu Chong has challenged every time since he appeared on the stage, and his record is quite good.
Among the protagonists of the Golden Book, there are obviously two factions. One is the academic school represented by Duan Yu, whose theoretical strength is very strong, but the performance in actual combat is not satisfactory, and the other is the actual combat faction. He has fought fiercely since his appearance, and sometimes he has to accept the baptism of life and death battles. Xiao Feng, Yang Guo, and Linghu Chong are the most representative characters among them.
Song Qingshu, who was hiding in the dark, was full of doubts: Ouyang Feng's sanity has returned to normal now, it's impossible for him to pick someone up for a fight because of his itchy hands, what is he doing this for