"In this way, if you go to Changbai Mountain again, three or two months will be enough for you to play!"

Satisfied with his masterpiece, he chuckled all the way and took a big stride towards Fengxiang Town, which was about to wake up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I've suffocated him in the past two days, and the wine gourd is still lost in the Guan Lao Ye Temple in the town!

Long Kui walked across a crystal clear stream, went upstream, and suddenly saw a simple old wooden house, Fang chuckled twice, and went straight away.

Su Qiao had been waiting for him in the house for a long time.

She took off her black shirt and changed into a green dress and plain skirt, just like a fresh lotus flower supporting the crystal clean green leaves, which was even more delicate and moving.

The dishes on the table were still hot, and the rice was simmering on the stove with red charcoal, steaming white.

It's quiet, like an empty house.

Su Qiao leaned against the table in a daze, his eyes hollow. It wasn't until the footsteps came that she showed a smile and hurriedly got a plastic surgery.

At this moment, Long Kui had already stepped into the door: "Are you okay?" He had been worried that Su Qiao would lose his hands and Sun Jie.

Su Qiao smiled and said prettyly: "Will I stand here and talk to you if I have something?" It's okay, it's just a little sour, it's not in the way!"

The rice is almost cold, you eat it first. ”

Long Kui gratefully ate the overwaited meal. I was thinking in my heart, I hadn't eaten a meal made by others so peacefully for more than ten years, and now I feel very comfortable eating it.

Su Qiao finished cleaning up and sat on the chair opposite Long Kui, across a table, silently staring at each other.

"I thought, it's time for me to go back. ”

"Where are you going?" asked Long Kui.

"Master Spring God there. Su Qiao said: "For your sake, I haven't been back for almost a month, I don't know what happened to her old man." ”

Long Kui said: "Actually, the Spring God martial arts are so high...... It's going to be fine!"

Su Qiao stood up a little stunned and walked to the window. Outside the window, the stream was still flowing, and the shadows of the green leaves seemed to be a little thicker.

Long Kui already regretted saying that, who in the world could not guarantee that nothing would happen? Especially people in the martial arts, even if they were strong in martial arts.

"The god of spring is still in that misty mountain?" "She rarely comes out. ”

"Shall I go back with you?" "Really?"

Su Qiao's shocked and joyful face showed a sense of anticipation, and what she was worried about was that she couldn't let go of Long Kui in addition to not knowing how the Spring God was. Now that Long Kui wants to go back with her, the joy is really like a little girl getting her beloved gift as she wished.

Long Kui nodded: "I can't go often, it will disturb the peace of the Spring God!"

"No, she's the kindest and likes you the most! Even if you live there forever, Master Spring God will welcome you!"

Su Qiao suddenly seemed to have become a cute little girl, and her innocent face was lovely.

They left, back to the mysterious and beautiful Foggy Mountains.

In the fog, there are no five fingers, as if there is no such thing as the East and the East in the world, and it is blank.

The fog only brushes people's faces, bringing a hint of freshness and coolness, and condenses into small crystal clear droplets on the tips of black hair. There is a piano sound in the fog.

The sound is like a gushing spring and rushing, as if it were about to tear a twisted string. "Oh no!"

Su Qiao's face changed greatly, and he didn't care about being in the fog, so he grabbed Long Kui's hand suddenly. And he rushed deeper in.

The god of spring was playing the harp, and his beautiful face had turned white. Beads of sweat on his forehead run down his neck.

The fingers were all floating and trembling, and the strings were like wicker in a storm, swaying, churning, and tensely tight, and about to break.

The dustless dwelling seemed to have a violent wind and rain, and the usually quiet fog was now sweeping over.

The sounds of the piano were staggered, and there was a deep roar, like a hoarse snoring sound from a throat blocked.

The roar gradually became faster, and the sound of the piano became more urgent, as if the two were fighting, and whoever overpowered the other would win. The mad old man sat beside the house, and the flowers and plants in front of it had been a mess, and he must have been sick again.

He kept trembling, his whole body seemed to be fighting against the heavy pressure of ten thousand pounds of stones, his muscles appeared one by one, his limbs were hundreds, and even his hair seemed to be electrified, standing on end.

The roar was forcing out of his frothy mouth, and sometimes when he opened his eyes, two blue rays of light flashed out, and the two eyeballs were bloodshot and swollen so wide that they seemed to burst.

The face of the spring god turned paler, his nails had broken off three fingers, and the tender flesh had worn through the epidermis and began to bleed and stain the strings red.

The roar was louder and louder.

Although the sound of the piano is strengthened, it seems to have reached its limit.

The madman trembled even more, his eyes opened, and the terrifying blue light seemed to pierce the entire rock cliff.

The "Zheng" ground organ has broken a string.

The spring god was even more anxious, and his ten fingers turned into sparks. The strings are broken again!

The madman roared like a beast. Suddenly, the strings were all broken, and even the body of the instrument was cracked.

The madman roared wildly, and suddenly took off to shoot into the fog area, disappearing into the fog.

The spring god's breath was hurried and chaotic, leaning on the table.

"Why do you have to suffer......" she sighed, tears falling from her eyes.

Su Qiao also rushed towards the Dustless Residence like crazy, and crashed into the Spring God without control.

"Spring God Senior" Long Kui also caught up.

The spring god hurriedly wiped away the tears, pretended to be calm, and said with a wry smile: "You guys are late......"

Why did she cry? Was it for the madman to escape? Or was she sentimental and couldn't see the sad things in the world? Su Qiao grabbed the hands of the spring god and burst into tears: "Do you feel pain? Why don't you call me?"

She quickly tore off the corners of her clothes, wiped the wounds for the spring god, and applied medicine, but fortunately, only the index and middle fingers were injured.

The spring god still smiled kindly, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while." ”

"Look at you, tired like this. ”

Su Qiao sadly wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, and the spring god looked like a weak woman who didn't know martial arts at all.

She stroked Su Qiao's hair and sighed, "You're late to come back." ”

She hadn't said this sentence twice, and her heart was quite heavy.

Su Qiao was taking care of the spring god like a filial mother: "You don't have to be like this! you should call me ......"

She didn't expect that she was still on the road at the time, how could she call it.

Long Kui's guilt was even deeper, if it weren't for him, Su Qiao might have stayed here, and Chunshen might not have been hurt.

The god of spring recovered a little vitality before he said, "Maybe it's all providence! It's just too tragic!"

"Hmm!" Harujin nodded, "My piano can't contain him anymore." ”

Su Qiao asked, "How long has he been ill?" "It's almost a day!"

"One day ......" Su Qiao looked at the spring god distressedly.

Didn't she just suffer for a day?Chun Shen smiled abruptly: "Later, his skills were too high, and he finally overwhelmed my piano sound." ”

She said helplessly, "You must get him back again." ”

Su Qiao nodded deeply: "I will." ”

"Go now, okay?" Harujin said, "I'm afraid he's hurting or being hurt outside." ”

"But you're ......" Su Qiao hesitated, she was still worried about the Spring God's injury.

Chunshen looked at his fingers, the medicine had condensed, and said with an indifferent smile: "This injury is not difficult for me, don't worry, can you go now?" )