Seeing that Simon smiled without saying a word, after turning the shaft and playing the strings, he said: "Xiao Ke recently learned a tune, and now play it for this girl." ”

Ling Fangrui looked at the qin carefully, looked a little strange, and asked, "You are the 'Wenwu Lyre'?"

Ximen Yan said with a smile: "The girl has a good eye, this is the 'Wenwu Lyre', the so-called seven strings, which are the five strings of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu, and the other two strings of Wen and Wu. There are not many people who can play this piano, it has 'six taboos', 'seven don't play' and 'eight absolutes', respectively..." Ling Fangrui interrupted him and said impatiently: "If you want to play, you can play, how can there be so much reason!"

Ximen Yan was not angry, looked down at the strings, and suddenly picked his fingers lightly, and the body immediately made a "bang" sound, and then plucked other strings, and made different sounds, which was very pleasant.

Suddenly, Ximen Yan raised his head suddenly, sat upright, his eyes fixed on Ling Fangrui, and said, "Listen carefully!" I saw his middle finger gently push forward, and a strong air flow rushed towards Ling Fangrui.

Ling Fangrui knew it very well, and immediately took a step back, and hurriedly raised her sword to swing the air current, and the air flow collided with the blade.

With a "bang" sound, it was like a metal impact, and the air swirled towards the ground, causing snow and water to splash on the ground. Ling Fangrui naturally didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and said secretly in her heart: "I didn't expect that this person in front of me who looked like a scholar had such great internal skills, and he could have so much strength with just his fingers and a few strings. ”

At the moment, there was no time to react, and then a few more air currents rushed in, and Ling Fangrui hurriedly "swished" to block a few air currents. The sound of the piano became tighter and tighter, or quiet and mournful, or surging, and the air flow generated became more and more, surging straight towards Ling Fangrui.

Ling Zijian and Yin Jingping saw that the situation was not good, so they immediately tiptoed a little, did a few somersaults, and the two landed beside Ling Fangrui, and Dongmen Xiaoxiao also followed. Ling Zijian and Yin Jingping each applied the qi of the dantian to the palm of their hands, forming a ball of true qi, and then pushed the momentum, and the true qi spread, forming a wall in front of the four of them.

Seeing that three more people came, Ximen Yan said, "I don't want to fight four with one." If this is the case, then I will join the brothers around me."

Ling Fangrui was worried that everyone would hurt many people in Lihuazhuang if they did it together, after all, the number of people was too small, so she asked at the moment, "What do you think?"

Ximen Yan smiled coldly, pointed at Yin Jingping, and said, "You are too exalted to me! Let's go one-on-one, you and I will compete, and my brother will compete with that strong man, what do you think?"

Ling Fangrui didn't answer, and Ximen Yan continued: "Your brother's kung fu, my two brothers have already learned it some time ago, so naturally he can't participate in the war. As for Xiaoxiao, she can't participate in the war, I and the Nanmen brothers have been playing with Xiaoxiao since childhood, and the relationship is so good that we can't kill each other and hurt each other!"

Dongmen Xiaoxiao said angrily: "What a 'can't kill each other, hurt each other'! You are so thick-skinned, you are so reasonable. ”

Ximen Yan glanced at Ling Fangrui and said, "You discuss and discuss, whether to agree or not?" Whether you fight alone or together, the guest does not bully the master, it is up to you to take the decision!"

Ling Fangrui discussed a few words with Yin Jingping and the three of them in a low voice, and said loudly: "Okay, I agree to fight alone, just our senior brother and sister fight you two brothers, my brother and this Xiaoxiao sister will not participate." After that, Ling Zijian and Dongmen Xiaoxiao retreated, leaving only Ling Fangrui and Yin Jingping. Ximen Yan said "Okay".

I saw Nanmen Zhijie draw the axe in his hand, stride forward, and slash towards Yin Jingping, forcing Yin Jingping to reach out to resist, and as soon as the palm of his hand was moved, the wall formed by the true qi disappeared immediately. Ximen Yan then plucked the strings like a storm, and a strong air flow rushed over again. Ling Fangrui raised her sword to dodge, although the air flow couldn't hurt her, but she was already very difficult to deal with.

Let's say that Yin Jingping's side, although he has strong palm power, but at this time, he does not have the upper hand to deal with Nanmen Zhijie's double axes with a pair of fleshy palms, and after a long time, he will eventually suffer, so he immediately exerted force under his feet, suddenly turned behind Nanmen Zhijie, and pressed his shoulders hard. At the same time, Yin Jingping shouted: "Still a weapon come in." Hearing this, Jia Ding threw a spear at Yin Jingping. Yin Jingping saw that he flew to retrieve the spear, and the spear made the tiger angry, and he shook his right hand on the ground, wanting to cut the face of Zhijie at the south gate. The strong man saw that the spear was coming quickly and fiercely, and immediately took a few steps back.

In recent years, Yin Jingping has also learned some kung fu with guns. I saw him leaning forward, making a "stab" posture with a spear, slamming on the ground with his toes, and the whole person rushed straight to the south gate Zhijie as if he was away from the arrow of the bow. Nanmen Zhijie saw that Yin Jingping was coming quickly, and he didn't dare to underestimate it, immediately, one axe blocked his chest, his body turned halfway, and the other axe resisted the spear with the axe surface, one step, his feet were close to the ground, and he used the kung fu of "jack fall". With a "bang", the two devices met. Both of them leaned forward, as if wrestling, but the difference was that their bodies did not come into direct contact. If you look closely, you can see that the axe surface has been concave into a small vortex, and the barrel of the spear has been bent as if it is about to break.

Suddenly, Nanmen Zhijie made a fierce effort, bullied forward, and slashed Yin Jingping's shoulder with the plate axe that was blocked in front of his chest. This force is not small, and the movements are coherent and fast, as if it is not caused by the big man in front of him.

Yin Jingping's heart was shocked, but he didn't dare to stay in his hand, only to see that he took advantage of the elastic force formed by the bending of the gun body, and a backward spear took off his hand, avoiding the strong man's cut, and at the same time, standing on one foot, his right foot kicked the strong man's left elbow wrist, Nanmen Zhijie was in pain, and his left hand plate axe had left his hand, took a step back, and exclaimed: "What a lot of strength!"

Yin Jingping said: "Each other." ”

I saw Nanmen Zhijie throw aside the plate axe in his other hand, laughed, and said: "Hero, you and I don't use weapons, how about comparing the strength of the front foot?"

Yin Jingping didn't speak, took a step back, and put on a palm posture, and Nanmen Zhijie also made a palm gesture and rushed forward. But seeing that Yin Jingping used the "Lingyun Electric Palm" method, the left palm "Flying Goose Draining the Clouds", the right palm "Fog Lock Cangshan", and then the palm "Flying Limit", which made him very skilled, and Nanmen Zhijie did not dodge, but resisted with palm power. The four palms collided, and the two couldn't help but be hit by the force of the other party's palms and took a few steps back, and then quickly fought together. It's really a fist to the flesh, which makes people feel painful to watch, but the two of them don't need to be clever to endure the pain, they just fight hard with internal force.

In the eyes of the layman, the two of them punched me and slapped each other, the posture was like two drunks fighting, and the posture was not beautiful, but the insiders could see that the two of them also understood in their hearts that when it came to internal strength, the two of them fought against each other, and between the two of them, they would only lose if they continued like this, but no one refused to admit defeat and give in, and held on.

The two have already fought dozens of moves, and the other party's tricks have also been figured out, and the strength of the palm is getting smaller and smaller, and they are so tired that their heads are hot. And Ling Fangrui and Ximen Yan have been facing off for a while, and several people are very tired.

As mentioned earlier, the master naturally knows that the moves of the two of them fighting seem to be ordinary, but they can treat all kinds of disobedience and all kinds of bells and whistles.

At this time, Ling Feng called his son and Dongmen Xiaoxiao over and whispered a few words, but when he saw Dongmen Xiaoxiao turn forward, his eyes staring at the direction of the gate, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Nanmen, let them stop! She shouted towards the opposite gate. Several people heard Dongmen Xiaoxiao say this, and although his hands did not stop, his eyes looked out of the courtyard gate.

Sure enough, a voice replied, "Stop! The sound came from the courtyard wall, and when I looked past, by the light of the fire, I saw a man standing at the top of the wall.

Ximen Yan heard the voice, slowed down his hand a little, and asked, "Uncle Nanmen, are you here?" The man said "um", flew out of the gate, and landed where Nanmen Zhijie and Yin Jingping were fighting.

Nanmen Zhijie heard that it was his father's voice, and immediately reduced his palm strength, and said to Yin Jingping: "Good man, we are tied, how about stopping?" Although Yin Jingping did not answer, his palm strength also decreased, and then, the two sat on the ground, panting for breath.

Dongmen Xiaoxiao walked forward quickly, saluted the man, and said, "Uncle, if it's really you!

The man replied lukewarmly, "What are you waiting for me to do?"

Dongmen Xiaoxiao didn't answer, but took out something from his arms and handed it to the man, wrapped it tightly in silk cloth, and it looked like a book inside. Then he said, "I know Uncle Nanmen's mind, and I have known it since I was a child! ”

The man stared at the thing with straight eyes, but he didn't believe it in his heart, and deliberately asked, "Niece Xian, what is this?"

Dongmen Xiaoxiao laughed a few times, uncovered the cloth, the man glanced at the contents of the contents, immediately wrapped it quickly, and said, "How can this be? This is the dowry left to you by your father." ”

Dongmen Xiaoxiao said: "Uncle Nanmen, don't be humble. My mind, you know. Your thoughts, my niece naturally knows, and I'll give it to you tonight. You are highly respected, and I only hope that you will let the two brothers stop embarrassing me. Also, my brother Zhijie is pure and kind-hearted, and my uncle will take him to experience the rivers and lakes a few more times in the future, otherwise it will be easy to be instigated by others and make impulsive mistakes. Obviously, these words of hers were for Ximen Yan.

The man took it with a smile and said, "It should be so! It should be so!" After that, he turned to Ximen Yan and said, "Virtuous nephew, stop!"

When Ximen Yan heard this, although he was reluctant in his heart, he stopped in his hand. The man then said to Dongmen Zhijie: "Sneak down the mountain, you are so bold." He added: "However, this time it's for you Xiaoxiao sister, I don't blame you." Come back with me!" He turned to Ximen Yan and said, "You also go with me, as long as you have my old bones, you can't come here to trouble again, can you hear?" He spoke in a very stern tone, and the two of them nodded in agreement.

The man turned around and wanted to leave, Dongmen Xiaoxiao suddenly took Ling Zijian's hand and chased after him, and said: "We, we will get married in a few days, uncle, look, now there is only one elder in the family, the mountains and rivers are far away, and you can't ask you to come all the way to eat and drink, we will give you a high courtesy, is it feasible?" The man happily agreed, and Xiaoxiao and Ling Zijian knelt down to worship.

Not long after, the whole pear blossom village has changed its appearance, a while ago it was still fighting each other, but at this time it has been lit up, the lights are bright, and the lively atmosphere of the New Year appears again.

At this time, Ling Fangrui also talked to her family, and also knew some things between Dongmen Xiaoxiao and her brother Ling Zijian. But there are also sad things, my father was a master of martial arts, and I don't know how many heroes and heroes have fallen under his "Lingyun Electric Palm", but when he gets old, he has a stroke, no matter how powerful his kung fu is, he can't do it in the end.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is fully prepared, with several large tables of meals, and everyone sits around the table. On the innermost table, in addition to the Ling family, there are also Dongmen Xiaoxiao and Yin Jingping, talking and laughing, very lively. Dongmen Xiaoxiao also talked about a lot of family matters.

It turned out that the master of Dongmen Xiaoxiao accepted three apprentices with compound surnames, and renamed the three of them: Ximen Naxing, South Gate Lingyu, and East Gate Tayue. The three doors entered the master at the same time, Ximena Xing was the elder, and he was the elder brother, which was Lingyu of the South Gate, and the third junior brother of the East Gate, and the Jianghu gave him the nickname "Three Brothers with the Compound Surname". Later, the three also married and had children, namely: Ximen Yan, Nanmen Zhijie, and Dongmen Xiaoxiao. Dongmen Treadon Moon is the smallest, and he is also the most loved by the master, and when he was dying, he taught him a kind of miracle cheats, and the other two were naturally dissatisfied, and Ling Yu of the South Gate was scheming and engaged his son to Xiaoxiao. The brotherhood is waning, and in the end, they are separated. Three years ago, a poison master came to challenge

The two factions of the West Gate and the East Gate suffered countless casualties, the East Gate Treading Moon and the West Gate Star were killed one after another, most of their families were also poisoned to death, and the East Gate Xiaoxiao fled down the mountain after being poisoned and was saved by Ling Zijian. Among the "three brothers with the surname Fu", only Nanmen Lingyu was left, but he was also seriously injured.

Ling Fangrui said: "In this way, why is your second uncle's Nanmen faction safe? Also, when he fought with Ximen Yan for a while, he showed no signs of poisoning! Could it be that they... Ling Fangrui wanted to say that they had colluded with the person who used the poison earlier, but before the words could be blurted out, Yin Jingping's face changed, and he interjected and asked, "Have you ever heard the name of the person who used the poison?"

Dongmen Xiaoxiao shook his head and said, "My father called him 'surnamed Zhang', but I never heard his full name. ”

"Zhang Hongshan", Ling Fangrui and Yin Jingping shouted out together, and everyone looked at each other.

Ling Fangrui hurriedly stretched out her hand to check the pulse of Dongmen Xiaoxiao, and said in a low voice: "Sure enough, it's him!" Immediately, she got up and took the medicine bottle that Huang Sheng gave her, poured out a pill, and said, "This is the antidote, sister, take it quickly!"

Dongmen Xiaoxiao washed with water, her situation is different from Duanmu Kang, she has been practicing internal skills with her father since she was a child, so she doesn't need others to help her sort out her true qi, just taking pills can detoxify, I saw her stroking her chest, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said: "Sister, this pill really works! How did my sister get the antidote?"

Ling Fangrui said, "Okay, don't call me sister anymore, in a few days, I will have to change my name to call you 'sister-in-law'." Dongmen Xiaoxiao pulled Ling Zijian's arm and said, "Brother Ling, look, your sister is making fun of me!" The whole table laughed.

At that moment, Ling Fangrui recounted what happened a few days ago.

Dongmen Xiaoxiao sighed: "That baby named Duanmu Kang suffered a poisonous palm, it's pitiful. Ling Fangrui and Yin Jingping were silent, and at this time they remembered Duanmu Kang again.

Ling Fangrui said in her heart: "Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, I don't know what Akang is doing?"

"Auntie, Brother Duanmu Kang came to us after he got well, isn't it

Ling Fengsheng's voice broke Ling Fangrui's thoughts, nodded, and sighed, "Yes! In fact, she didn't know if Duanmu Kang would recover, and Huang Shang's words lingered in her heart.

Several people talked for a while, and before the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was over, Ling Fangrui said that she was tired from running home for days, so she went to rest.

The furnishings of the room have not changed, it is also very clean, it is obviously cleaned every day, most of the things in it are used by her, Ling Fangrui has a lot of thoughts every time she picks up one. Lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the sound of drinking and chatting outside is non-stop. But it's not because of the noise that she can't sleep, since Duanmu Kang's accident, she thinks about a lot of things every day.

"Yes, tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve. Thinking of this, Ling Fangrui turned over and got out of bed violently, found a pen and paper, and pondered on the desk. On Chinese New Year's Eve, the last day of the year, it was time for her to write to "that man". A few years ago, she wrote down all the happy things of the year in her letters. Tonight was different, she couldn't write a word. After thinking for a long time, a tear dripped on the paper, slowly spreading, she bit her lip slightly with her teeth, and wrote:

Duanmujun, see the words as faces. Seven years of timing, the word goose has not returned, feeling seven years of heart, Hugh Momo, sighing for a long time, and finally the following:

The day before yesterday, Akang was almost murdered, but fortunately he was rescued by the masters of the Five Immortals Mountain. This year, during the day, we see the fireflies gathering and scattering, and the flowers are beaten by frost; when the night is quiet, we see the moon covered by clouds, listen to the sorrowful luan and cry phoenixes, and the lamps hang down.

I'm not a celebrity, and you're not an old descent, so if you think about it, there's nothing to be sorry about. I always recall the scene of Liu Mo's wandering in the early years of the gentleman: when I first saw you, the willows swayed gently, the red plums dewed, and the bees and butterflies surrounded the apricot blossoms. I thought it was a flying sycamore, a phoenix coming to the ceremony! How could it be a year of flying, but now it is: the willows on the embankment are declining, the red plums on the longtou are falling, and the red apricot branches are not blooming. There is a way that good flowers fade by the rain and red, and the grass withers through frost and green, and people are the same, pity me Xiao Xiao's lonely shadow, and the soul dreams surround the world.

At the beginning, regardless of the distance of mountains and rivers, he went through the end of the world, and wanted to watch the confinement with you. Now, it is impossible to speak.

There is a saying that "the two leaves of duckweed return to the sea, where do you not meet in life", but after all, you don't meet you, you fly across the mountains, only add to the bitterness and sorrow! Many things, do not complain about the wind, do not complain about the rain, and do not complain about you, only complain that the rivers and lakes live up to a cloth, since they were ruthless at that time, there is no hatred today.

On the way home, I listened to the desolate trumpet and wept when I saw my husband. Thinking about the past, cherishing the flow, it is easy to become hurt. The good night is heavy, and every time I remember the gentleman, how can I be blessed in this life. Poor late at night, I Xiao Xiao lonely shadow tears.

Before the letter was written, Ling Fangrui's heart ached, and slowly, she fell asleep.