Que Qingyue looked behind her from the corner of her eye.
Moved back to the front.
He slowly retracted his hands from his waist and put them in his sleeves as usual.
She faced the window in front of her. There was no one living here. The window was bolted after Yuan Ying ventilated it at night.
The room was empty except for a bed and a few chairs. Yuan Ying originally took a mat and planned to spend the night on the chairs.
So, where was this person hiding just now?
She laughed to herself.
Unexpectedly, human calculations are not as good as God's calculations, even if she calculated the results.
She didn't know anything about the process.
Judging from the current trend, she had just left Luosha City, but within one day, she encountered the Soul-Hanging Evil at the Fairy Temple.
After leaving the Fairy Temple for only one day, a knife was unexpectedly placed on her neck.
She sighed.
The road back to Beijing is long and dangerous, and one cannot help but be impressed by how dangerous it is.
Even if she knew about this knife.
It couldn't take her life, but it might take away half of her life.
"You'd better be honest, don't make a sound, turn around, and move forward."
The sharp blade was pressed against her collar.
In the silent room, only the light of a large candle flickered on the table.
Que Qingyue smiled and promised him: "Okay."
…
The builder of Tonglu Village should know some Feng Shui skills, be careful and foresighted.
Not only does the site have beautiful mountains and clear waters, there is sufficient water, the front hall is bright and open, with the mountains at the back, a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, all four aspects are available, but the location is sunken and the yin energy is a bit strong.
However, there is no perfect Feng Shui in this world, and this place is a nourishing place even if you live there for a long time.
Especially women, if there are still people here, there will be handsome men and beautiful women.
Que Qing stepped into this blacksmith shop at the beginning of the month and didn't know much about the blacksmith industry. When she saw the layout of the yard, she didn't think much about it. She thought there was nowhere to put the blacksmith furnace, so she occupied the front yard and squeezed all the rooms in the back yard. side.
Now it seems that this is not the case, there is something else going on inside.
The people of Tonglu Village are somewhat prepared for a rainy day.
It's a pity that the people here encountered bandits at night, and it is said that the village was empty overnight.
The unfortunate thing about fate is that even if you work hard and are fully prepared, it won't be enough.
Accidents are accidents because they always happen at unexpected times.
Que Qingyue walked down the steps.
The person behind her followed her, and the knife was very steady, never leaving her shoulder.
What she stepped on was a kind of red soil that was slightly hard like sedimentary rock. The underground of Tonglu Village was actually sedimentary rock?
No wonder such a secret passage can be excavated.
The cave wall is steep and rectangular, and there are traces of excavations on the wall, which may be very old.
Que Qingyue straightened her shoulders and walked forward leisurely with her hands behind her back.
The people behind him said nothing.
There were only two footsteps in the secret passage.
In fact, even if the other party didn't speak, Que Qingyue would have guessed it.
Under the illumination of grease lamps on both sides of the rock wall, she glanced at the shadows on the ground with the tail of her eyes.
As he walked, he asked: "You have a sister, right? Zhang Yangqing."
The person behind took two steps and then said, "How did you know it was me?"
"I heard a rattle," she said.
The person behind him laughed hoarsely.
"Then how do you know I have a sister?"
"Rattles are children's toys. The one on your waist is the same one I played when I was a child," she said.
"That year, flower drums like this were very popular in the capital. The male dolls had bald heads and smiling faces, while the female dolls had flowered smiling faces."
"I remember that there was a flower made of clay on your drum pendant. Although you have injuries on your face, you are actually not very old. The pattern on the drum head looks a bit old. You still have it hanging on your waist, which means that it is what you are thinking about. The thing that belongs to me, the person that I miss so much, if it’s not your daughter, it can only be your sister.”
The people behind him probably didn't expect that she would guess that he had a sister based on just a playing drum.
There was no sound for a long time.
Que Qingyue smiled and said, "You are really taciturn."
She turned a corner in the corridor, "I'm so curious." She said, "Have you ever had this kind of personality before?"
Walking out of the secret passage, my eyes lit up, and there was indeed a room inside.
Except that there are no doors or windows, it is no different from an ordinary room. It is fully equipped with tables, chairs and benches. It seems that Zhang Yangqing must have lived here for a long time.
"Okay, just stand here..."
Before the other party finished speaking, Que Qingyue reached out and pushed the handle of the knife behind her neck away from her: "You've come this far, so don't hold the knife against me again."
She walked to the table in the room and said perfunctorily to him: "You are a master, but I am just a weak woman. I can't lift it with my hands or carry it on my shoulders. I am no match for you..."
"Wouldn't it be easy if you want to manipulate me?"
As she said that, she sat down on the handmade wooden stool and looked at him: "Why kill a chicken with a bull's knife?"
Then he glanced at his knife.
The table was clean, except for the teapot and the drinking bowl. She raised her sleeves and swiped the bowl aside.
Zhang Yangqing was stunned, not knowing how to react.
He clearly had a ferocious face with scars and a sharp blade in his hand, but she wasn't afraid?
Gritting his teeth, he picked up the knife and walked over.
"Your surname is Que? Are you from the Que family? Do you have the ability to bring back the dead? If you help me save someone today, I can let you go without killing you, otherwise..." He used his only word With one hand, he held the knife tightly and waved it in the air. The knife followed him like a shadow, bringing with it the sound of fierce wind.
"The Shadowless Knife in my hand is specially designed to chop people's heads."
At this time, Que Qing was sitting and Zhang Yangqing was standing.
She put her arms on the table and looked at his three thousand merit points again.
very good.
"There are not a thousand, but hundreds of people in Quemen. Do you want to capture everyone here and let them resurrect your sister?"
When Que Qingyue came in, she saw a small wooden coffin on the west side of the door.
Zhang Yangqing was not good at words, so he was asked by Que Qingyue for a while.
His chest heaved and he clenched the knife in a hurry: "...Don't think I don't know that you are the reincarnated ancestor rumored by Que Sect."
Que Qingyue looked at him, she didn't know how this person knew her identity.
If it were someone else, she might still be cowardly and cowardly, waiting for Yuan Ying and the others to save her.
But this person in front of me...
Looking at the coffin, one can tell that it is a small coffin made of wooden boards by Zhang Yangqing himself.
Que Qingyue put her arms down from the table, straightened her clothes, sighed, and said to him sincerely: "To be honest, your sister is only a skeleton now. If you want her to be brought back to life, don't say anything to Que." Even gods and goddesses... I'm afraid they can't do it."
Zhang Yangqing's eyes began to turn red and his chest began to rise and fall violently.
"You are the reincarnation of the ancestor of the Taiwu Que Sect who has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is impossible for others. You must have a way. Aren't you famous for your magical power of bringing back the dead? Don't talk nonsense to me. I know you are stalling for time. , It’s useless, I have no intention of getting out of here alive today, if you can’t save my sister today, I will kill you!”
After saying that, his knife brushed the ground and was pressed against Que Qingyue's neck.
But this time, he obviously used strength. The blade of the blade swiped across, and the soft threads on the snow-white collar were instantly cut off. As long as he applied a little more force, her skin would be cut.
Que Qingyue sat there, looking down at the knife.
Snow is as bright as electricity, and iron can be cut like clay. The handle is also engraved with an official seal. It is a military sword given by the imperial court.
It's a good knife.
Que Qingyue's eyes moved from the blade to his face, looking at the scar that was also scratched by the sharp knife, almost spanning half of his face.
"Do you know?"
She looked at his merit points and asked, "Will you kill me?"
"This sword of yours has killed famous enemy generals. It has also been used to kill madmen, wipe out demons, and protect the country and the people."
"The reason why it is sharp, cutting iron like clay, and you use it like an arm is because it is not only a knife, but also the way in your heart."
She said calmly: "You are a very good person. In order to save others, you are willing to sacrifice your own life. Even if you face those who are weaker than you, you will lend a helping hand. You may have risked your life to protect a group, a village, or even a city. A person who has accumulated a lot of merits and virtues, although his face is more fierce, but his heart is kind."
"Would someone like you use such a weapon that protects everyone in the world to kill an unarmed person like me?"
"If you want to kill me, then do it."
Saying that, Que Qingyue looked at him.
Zhang Yangqing's eyes were already red.
Hoarsely: "Do you think I don't dare?"
But the blade in his hand had begun to tremble slightly.
Every word she said hit his heart hard.
Her eyes fell on the blade on her shoulder, Que Qingyue sighed, no longer forcing him, and looked down at the hem of her clothes.
The words have been said, it just depends on how he decides.
Sure enough, the man finally took the knife away.
He held up the knife in his hand, Wuying. This was indeed his companion who had ridden his horse to kill enemies and had accompanied him through countless lives and deaths.
"Yes, you are right, but so what?"
He said: "I joined the army when I was fifteen years old. In the past ten years, I have escaped death many times. I have made great military exploits. I once defended a city and experienced a battle to defend the city. No more than a hundred people survived. The scars on my face are... It’s what’s left from that battle to defend the city.”
"But I was fighting bloody battles on the front line, and my only sister was killed by a group of horse thieves. She was only seven years old and died when I joined the army. I originally devoted myself to protecting her and this village with all my blood. In the army, I worked hard to make meritorious deeds, trying to make contributions in troubled times and better protect them, but they died, at the hands of their own compatriots..."
His red eyes were filled with hot tears.
"I came back, killed those bandits, and lost my left arm forever."
"I am already a disabled person. You are right. I didn't intend to kill you. Since I can't save Xiao Zi, you can leave..."
He turned around and looked at the coffin, stretched out his hand, took out the small drum from his waist, and put it next to the skeleton in the coffin: "I shouldn't have joined the army. What does the rise and fall of this world have to do with me? What does it have to do with me! Xiao Xiao Zi, brother is wrong, brother will go to accompany you right now..."
After saying that, he put the companion who had been riding with him for ten years on his neck.
Que Qingyue never expected that it would be like this. She hurriedly stretched out her hand: "Wait, Zhang Yangqing!"
"don't want!"
Don't be impulsive!
But when he spoke out, it was already too late.
His ferocious face burst into laughter, he cut his own jugular with his own hands, and sat down next to the small coffin.
Blood streamed from his neck.
Until he slowly lowered his head.
Completely took his own life.
Que Qingyue looked shocked.
She sat there, watching the scene.
How sad.
She stood up slowly and stood in front of Zhang Yangqing, who had lost an arm and had his head lowered.
Even in death, he seemed to be a sinner, with his head hanging down as if in repentance.
He shouldn't be like this.
She put her hands in her sleeves.
His fate should never be like this!
Que Qingyue closed her eyes, the moon disk in the sea of consciousness flickered happily, and began to devour her sea of merit, and the first circle of the moon disk began to rotate slowly.
She raised her head and saw Zhang Yangqing's future, which was a gloomy picture.
He didn't start with three thousand merits as she thought. He was born into a famous family, became an official and a general, rose through the ranks, and enjoyed the glory and wealth in the world.
What she saw was that he had been lingering in Tonglu Village with unwilling resentment and refused to leave. Countless people would die because of him, and eventually it would turn into a mass of resentment...
He was besieged and killed by three guards, one of whom was Dongfang Qingfeng.
The Black Dragon Slash, which is famous all over the world for that sword, sent this resentful soul of endless hatred to its last journey and disappeared forever between heaven and earth.
He shouldn't have such a fate...
Que Qingyue walked back to the table with a pale face and looked back at him.
Originally, he had a strange fate in the first half of his life, and his relatives died, but he accumulated a lot of merits, and the merits are there, and the disaster is far away. He will meet a good woman in the future, and in the second half of his life, he will be accompanied by his wife, have children and grandchildren, and start a family. , with a life span of seventy-three years, no illness or disaster, and died in good health.
This is the fate he deserves.
How could this be?
Que Qingyue's eyes flickered, and she thought of something, it was herself!
Ah!
She couldn't help but smile bitterly and looked at the man who had expired, "Zhang Yangqing, Zhang Yangqing, I wonder if I am also a part of your destiny?"
"Just now you asked me hard if I had the ability to bring the dead back to life."
"I can answer you now."
"have."
"But I can't save your sister. It only works on people who have just died."
"Like, you are now."
"Why do you want to die in front of me?"
She slowly sat back on the stool.
Close your eyes, turn the moon wheel for the second time, and turn the moon disk for the second time.
The sea of merit is being drawn out like crazy.
She felt the same all over her body, and a mouthful of blood immediately surged up in her belly.
…
Yuan Ying went to the stove in the front yard to boil some hot water, put it in a bucket, and when she carried it back to the room, her ancestor was gone!
She searched the room, even the front and back yards, but there was no one there. She was so anxious that she broke everyone's door open.
When Dongfang Qingfeng and Liu Sichen stepped into the room, almost half an hour had passed.
Everything in the room can be seen at a glance.
"You also know that she can sit or stand, lie down, and never sit. She has been tired all day and doesn't want to move her feet. She can't leave the room. I'm sure she is right here. Missing from every room!"
"But there is no place to hide people here..." Liu Sichen knocked on the wall with the hilt of his sword, but all he heard was a pounding sound.
Dongfang Qingfeng frowned and walked to the bed, took a look, and then squatted down with his hands on the ground.
I reached out and touched the bottom of the bed. There was no dust on my hands.
He raised his eyebrows, raised his head and asked Yuan Ying: "When you came in, you didn't notice anyone under the bed?"
"Under the bed? Impossible. If there is someone, I will definitely hear the breathing!" Yuan Ying is a martial arts practitioner with sharp ears and eyes. There is a person hiding in the room, how could she not hear it.
"Because he is a master."
After saying that, he pushed up the bed with one hand.
Under the stone slab, a passage was exposed.
…
When several people found Que Qingyue.
Que Qingyue sat there, her head lowered, blood slowly flowing out of her mouth, and it was about to drip on her clothes. She looked at it and caught it with her hands.
Keren couldn't sit still anymore. When he moved his hands, his body softened and he was about to kneel on the ground.
Dongfang Qingfeng, who was one step ahead, stretched out her hand to support her, while Yuan Ying quickly rushed over and hugged her.
"Ancestor! You..."
Que Qingyue was relieved when she saw her, closed her eyes, and before passing out, she said in a low voice: "Don't, you soiled your clothes..."
"very expensive."
"When did this happen! You still don't care whether your clothes are dirty or not, I really admire you!"
