Penglai Mountain Lingxian Pavilion.

Shui Ling'er doesn't like to stay in Lingxian Pavilion, and often wanders around the rivers and lakes.

This fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is eccentric, dressed as a man, a beggar, a scholar, or a swordsman, wandering the streets and alleys of Jinwu City, and walking through the deep valleys and pools of lofty mountains and forests.

This often made the Lord of Ling Immortal Pavilion extremely anxious and worried.

My daughter is still so young, and her martial arts are not very good, what should I do if I encounter a bad person?

It's so big, it's full of men, and men don't have a good thing.

Shui Luo often goes out, mostly just to find his daughter, wandering around the strange corners where various daughters may appear in the eastern realm, and the disciples of Ling Immortal Pavilion are worried about the pavilion master, and they are always accompanied by three or five people, either openly or secretly.

Half a month passed, and nothing was found.

"Shangguan Yunfei, Shangguan Yunfei, you tortured me enough, leave a child to continue to torture me. Shui Luo stood on the steep hill where no one was facing the Golden Crow City, and the snow-white light poured by any bright moon covered his whole body, and sighed softly: "I must not have been a good person in my previous life, how many evils and many sins I should have done to have today's fruits." ”

Shui Luo glanced at Jin Wucheng, turned over his horse, and rushed towards Ling Immortal Pavilion.

It was already the early morning of the next day when Shui Luo returned to Lingxian Pavilion, and it was also the fifth day that Qingqiu was sick and trapped here.

After driving all night, Shuiluo was physically and mentally exhausted, and when he returned to Lingxian Pavilion, he saw an ugly ghost standing on the top of this cliff to see the red sun newborn.

"Anfu, who is this guy?" she asked the fat manager, pointing to Qingqiu's illness.

"Back to the Pavilion Master, that's what happened. "The fat manager Anfu briefly told Murong Ke that he was sick when he sent him to Qingqiu.

Shui Luo frowned, "Ling Immortal Pavilion is not a three-law division, who can break the lawsuit between the two of them, why did you leave people behind." ”

"Back to the pavilion master, this is what Miss meant. The fat manager said helplessly, "If the pavilion master doesn't care about this matter, the villain will leave with this ugly ghost." ”

"Ling'er, are you saying that Ling'er is back?" Compared with the lawsuit between the two families, she is more concerned about her daughter.

"I didn't come back, Lord Pavilion. The fat manager Anfu pointed to Qingqiu's illness, "Pavilion master, what about him?"

"Ling'er is your future pavilion master, since she has taken over this job, what can she say as a mother? ”

After speaking, Shuiluo turned around and entered the hall.

When the fat manager entered the hall with Qingqiu You's illness, there were several high-status disciples standing in the empty hall, Qingqiu was sick and recognized one of them as the eldest disciple Ling Yangzi in the past few days, and the rest didn't know each other.

High on a large chair carved from golden silk nan wood, Shui Luo dozed off with one arm on his head.

Everyone stood silent, Qingqiu was sick and had the opportunity to watch the water fall carefully to see what this woman who could decide her fate looked like.

He couldn't see her face clearly, but her bright forehead showed that she was a smart woman, her fluffy and messy hair showed that she was unruly, and her simple and coarse clothes showed that she was a very housekeeper......

Qingqiu is ill and makes a judgment based on past experience, and hopes that he still has a chance of life.

After all, even Murong Ke, except for a dagger that everyone could hold, she didn't have any direct evidence to prove that she was the murderer.

But Shui Luo slept very sweetly, and after standing for a few hours, Qingqiu was sick and couldn't stand, after all, other people's two legs could still take turns to exert their strength, and poor him could only rely on one.

Seeing that it was noon, Shui Luo still had no intention of waking up, Qingqiu was sick and knew that it was impossible for him to hold on until the sun was in the west, but seeing it this way, Shui Luo was likely to wake up at that time.

Qingqiu was sick and had to find a way to save himself, he coughed loudly, the black cane in his hand seemed to have fallen unintentionally, and he had fallen seven or eight times, and the fat manager frowned and looked at him with warning eyes.

But Qingqiu's sick handbook slipped inadvertently again, he was embarrassed to smile at the fat manager, bent down to pick up another miss, and hit his head on the pillar not far from him.

This time he made a bloody investment.

But when it finally worked, Shui Luo woke up with a shiver and opened his eyes.

Qingqiu was sick and saw that there was no brilliance in these beautiful eyes.

"Can you fly?" asked Shuiluo.

Qingqiu looked left and right when he was sick, and seeing that no one was angry, he confirmed that he was asking himself, "Can you fly?" He opened his eyes of different sizes and looked at Shuiluo suspiciously, wondering if he had misheard.

"Well, can you fly?" asked Shui Luo repeatedly.

"Fly?" Qingqiu looked at his thin arm left and right, "Pavilion Master, I can't fly, look at my legs, I can't walk steadily." ”

Shui Luo looked at Qingqiu's sick stump leg, and saw the black staff in his hand, but smiled softly, this woman who had been tortured for fifteen years still left the shadow of the peerless beauty of the year, she said to Qingqiu's illness in a sunny manner: "You can't walk steadily, but you can fly." ”

In the past few days, Qingqiu has been sick and prepared a car of words to deal with Shuiluo's interrogation, but he has not had the slightest chance to say it, and this woman is actually struggling with the question of whether she can fly, is there such a person in the world who can fly?

"Pavilion Master, how can you prove that I can fly?" Qingqiu asked playfully.

It was rumored that this Ling Immortal Pavilion Pavilion Master was delirious, but I wanted to see how she answered.

Shui Luo shook his head, "It's not me who proves it, it's you who proves that you can fly." ”

"Hahaha, interesting, I'll prove it to you now," Qingqiu smiled sickly and tossed his arms up and down, although he used a lot of force, his feet did not leave the ground, "Pavilion Master, look, I prove that I can't fly." ”

Shui Luo shook his head again, "It's not like this, you come with me." ”

Shui Luo took Qingqiu sick and everyone came to take Ling Xiantai, Qingqiu was sick and didn't have the courage to look down anyway, under the cliff with ten thousand feet, there was a bottomless abyss.

"I said, you'll fly, come and prove it to us. Shui Luo smiled innocently, waiting for Qingqiu to fly sick.

Qingqiu was sick and cold sweat slipped down, and only then did he really understand the true meaning of Shuiluo saying that he could fly.

Let him learn to be rich and five cars is extremely smart, and when he encounters a judge like Shuiluo, Qingqiu can only spit out a mouthful of old blood when he is sick.

Qingqiu picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it down, not hearing any sound for a long time.

Shui Luo is right, he is estimated to be able to "fly" for an hour to the end, but it is estimated that he will fall into a mess of mud.

"Okay, Pavilion Master, you're right, I can fly, I can fly," he looked at Shuiluo with a flattering smile, "No need to prove it, I admit that I can fly." ”

"Then fly to us and show us, how long has my brother been in retreat, I haven't seen anyone fly for a long time, if you fly well, I will let you go down the mountain." Shui Luo crossed his fingers on his chest, looking very expectant.

Qingqiu was sick and cursed viciously countless times, but instead of cursing Shuiluo, he cursed Murong Ke.

This vicious-hearted woman from Wanghai City didn't kill him, she didn't even hurt him, but she gave him to a madman.

Qingqiu was sick and had to turn back to everyone for help, and his eyes seemed to say, she is crazy, are you also crazy?

Senior Brother Ling Yangzi had no choice but to clench his fists and step forward: "Pavilion Master, Lady Buyang of the Northern Underworld City pointed out that he murdered her youngest son, do we need to interrogate it? ”

"Trial, what is there to judge, Mrs. Buyang must be a poor woman like me," Shui Luo suddenly turned back to see that Qingqiu was sick, the brilliance on her face disappeared, and in an instant, her eyebrows became more hideous, "There is no good thing in men, you are ugly like this, it must be worse." ”

Qingqiu was sick and decided to let go, anyway, it was inevitable to fly, "I won't take the initiative to fly, unless you throw me down." ”

"Throw it down?" a smile from nowhere on Shui Luo's face spread back over his face, "Ugly guy, do you think I'm crazy? I threw the second son of the Qingqiu family off the cliff so that you can have an excuse to get sick with the eastern realm, you are really sick." ”

Qingqiu was sick and looked at the water in a daze, only to feel that he had encountered a real nemesis in this life.

If this woman hadn't suffered all kinds of misfortunes and was delirious, looking at the world, there would really be nothing to do with men.

"I don't fly, I won't fly myself anyway. "But Qingqiu is sick and can't figure it out, since they don't want to take the initiative to do it to themselves, what else can they do if they don't fly?

"You're going to fly, you will. Shui Luo smiled and showed his white teeth, because he had just confirmed that what Shui Luo said was true, now that Qingqiu was sick, he could not doubt it, would he really take the initiative to fly?

Unless you're crazy yourself.

"I'm still saying that, I won't take the initiative to fly. Qingqiu said firmly when he was sick, cheering himself up.

"Hmph, wait and see," Shui Luo said to the fat manager, "call Heng Er, and let him arrange the son of the Qingqiu family in the attic and let him serve him personally." ”

"Yes, obey. The fat manager couldn't help but snicker, and looked at Qingqiu with great sympathy, as if he was fixed. "Pavilion master, the little one bets that this ugly ghost will fly within ten days. ”

Shui Luo giggled and said to the fat manager, "I'll bet for eleven days, and if you lose, you will fly." ”

The fat manager stuck out his tongue and happily called Yokoji.

Compared to Yokoji, Qingqiu is still a handsome man when he is sick.

Yokoji is fat and stupid, with a mouth full of rotten brown teeth and a pair of tiny dark eyes. The left half of his face is covered in scars, the marks of his ears and part of his cheek that had been cut off by an axe.

Even so, Qingqiu is sick and can't feel superiority at all.

As for the "attic" mentioned by Shuiluo, it made Qingqiu cry and laugh when he was sick.

He has been coming to Lingxian Pavilion for five days, and he sees this "attic" every day, this is a steep mountain tip behind Lingxian Pavilion, there is a huge stone protruding from the sky on the top of the mountain, Qingqiu is sick and has been amazed at the ingenuity of this stone.

When Heng Er walked through the narrow mountain road with Qingqiu and passed through the hidden tunnel, he found that the protruding boulder at the highest point of the Lingxian Pavilion was actually hollow, and it was the "attic" in the mouth of the water fall.

"You can fly," Yokoji kicked Aooka into it, "I bet you'll fly by yourself in five days." ”

When he was kicked down, Aogaoka was sick and had not yet fully seen the shape of the attic, and he was almost pushed out of the attic by Yokoji, and he rolled to a corner in fear, frightened.

The heavy iron door slammed shut, and only the sound of the key turning.

Qingqiu can look around at a glance when he is sick, his clothes fluttering in the wind like sharp claws, which is a small stone chamber that is half hollowed out, half of the ground meets the sky.

The most terrifying thing is the floor, if this is the floor, it not only extends into the air and slopes downward, but there is actually a round hole in the middle of the floor, just enough for an adult to fall freely.

Looking at the entire territory of the Seven Kingdoms, only Ling Immortal Pavilion's cell had no walls, and the prisoners were warmly encouraged to escape.

On the first day that Qingqiu came in, it took several hours before he dared to summon up the courage to lie on the ground and peek down from the round hole, and the only thing connected to the land that could not be seen was air.

There is no doubt that this is the highest place in Penglai Mountain and the highest place in the Seven Kingdoms.

The cell was open to the sky, and the mountain wind howled day and night, so it was also extremely cold.

Worst of all, at night, the floor slopes outwards and there is a large hole in the middle, which makes the place to stay even more cramped. He did not dare to close his eyes, for fear that he would roll off the cliff when he slept, and that he would wake up in a state of flight in terror.

When others die, they all have an "ah" sound, but he has to "ah" for half an hour.

On the walls of the cramped attic were only half there, and what appeared to be blood was scrawled on it: I'm flying. At first, Qingqiu was sick and guessed who this person was and what happened to him, but then I thought about it and felt that I still didn't know.

The cell door slammed open.

Yokoji with thick fingers came in, glared at him with a plate of boiled beans in his hand and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

Although Qingqiu is sick and hungry, he does not want to let the rough man enjoy the pleasure of abuse.

"It must be great to have a bowl of white fungus bird's nest porridge," he said, sitting on the dirty straw in the corner of the attic, "maybe another braised lion's head, and the hairy crabs in Chengyang Lake can also satisfy their hunger." If I come to the altar again, I will be able to live here until I am old. ”

"Only beans. Yokoji said, "Take it." He handed over the plate.

There is no way for Qingqiu to be sick, although Yokoji is stupid and ugly, he is really hungry. He reached for the plate.

Yokoji grinned and moved the plate away. "Here. He said as he shifted the plate to the other hand.

Qingqiu got up stiffly and stiffly, and no joint was aching. "Do we have to play this stupid game every time we eat?" he reached for it.

Yokoji staggered back, baring his rotten teeth and said, "Here," he straightened his arms high and lifted the plate to the air at the end of the attic. "Do you want to eat it? ”

Qingqiu was sick and not so tall, he couldn't reach the plate, not to mention that he didn't plan to get close to the edge of the attic. If Yokoji touches him intentionally or unintentionally, he may be flying in the air.

"When I thought about it, I suddenly realized that I wasn't too hungry. After Qingqiu finished speaking, he retreated to the corner of the attic.

Yokoji grunted, letting go of his stubby fingers. The strong wind blew away the plates, and they kept tumbling on the way down, and most of the beans flew out of the attic, and a few were blown back by the strong wind, and they laughed like they didn't listen.

Qingqiu was sick and felt angry, "The axe should have hit your head and not your ears," he took a sip and said, "I wish you to bleed to death with seven holes as soon as possible, of course you can only bleed to death with six holes, you are missing an ear." ”

Because of these words, when Yokoji left, he kicked him hard, and the steel boot was in the middle of Qingqiu's sick ribs.

"I take back what I just said!" he said, gasping as he fell on the straw, "I'm going to slaughter you with my own hands." ”

The heavy iron door closes here.

But he had no choice, and if he didn't fly, he could only stay alone in the high altitude away from the world.

At first, he comforted himself that he was a member of the Qingqiu family, and if they dared to kill him, it would mean war. At least, he thinks it means going to war.

But for his father's Qingqiu spiritual power, it may mean great happiness.

It's been five days, maybe Ling Immortal Pavilion is planning to let him rot here, I'm afraid that he doesn't even have the strength to rot for a long time.

He was getting weaker day by day, and it was only a matter of time before Yokoji tortured him to death.

And before this damn Yokoji starved him to death first, a few more hungry and cold nights, the blue sky would summon him.

He couldn't help but guess the news outside, and his father would at least send an envoy to negotiate with Shangguan Yunfei in Jinwu City. Brother Qingqiu Youyong should have come with the army through the Mingyue Mountains, how could he not come, he was the black cauldron that he carried for him.

Thinking of his brother Qingqiu being brave and Qingqiu being sick in the highest place in the world, he fell into deep thought.

"No, there must be something wrong, but I haven't noticed it yet. He muttered to himself.

His elder brother Qingqiu Youyong is not smart enough and has no strategy, which Qingqiu agrees with when he is sick.

But as the eldest son of the Qingqiu family, he would be stupid enough to send a stupid fool with his beloved dagger to assassinate the youngest son of the lord of the Northern Underworld, which is really incredible.

It can't be, he thought to himself.

Thinking of this, Qingqiu had a cold shiver because of his illness, not because of the night wind.

He thought of a terrifying possibility.

Perhaps the Northern Snow Wolf is not the most ferocious beast in the forest, and the Thousand-Faced Green Fox is not the most cunning animal, and there is likely to be a third person, or a fourth person, hiding in a dark corner, who dominates it all and waits to see what happens.

Someone wants the wolf and the fox to fight.

If that's the case, then someone must be using him as a substitute for the dead.

If you really don't know if you die here or fly out, the wolf and the fox will be suspicious of each other, and maybe a war will eventually break out, and if it really breaks out, who will profit?

Qingqiu suddenly stood up and paced back and forth, completely forgetting the fear of the heights, the high edge of the attic, and the gloomy round hole under his feet.

He couldn't think of an answer, and everyone he could think of was innocent and weird.

The only way is to get out of this hellish place as soon as possible and return to the City of Light.

How to go back? There is no need to think about hand-to-hand combat with Hengji, and probably no one will help him escape with hundreds of feet of rope.

As soon as this idea came to mind, Qingqiu was sick and quickly tried to beat his head, and at this moment he must stay awake and not be bewitched by the water.

Qingqiu is sick and looks at the endless night sky, the moon hangs high in the sky, Qingqiu is sick and has never seen such a big moon, it must be usually, too far away from the moon.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, but he didn't want to reach the edge of the attic, when a sudden wind woke him up, and he stopped and trembled slightly.

But what else can you do besides flying?