After Song Qingshu left, he was secretly delighted, 'Since Yelu Nanxian is too embarrassed to reveal her identity, then I'll pretend I don't know anything and let her worry about it herself.'
As for what Xiao Banhe was planning, Song Qingshu still didn't know, but he could feel that the other really didn't seem to have any enmity towards him.
"This is really strange!"
The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the more he felt a headache coming on. Just as he was hesitating whether or not to go back and take a look, a few clanging sounds came from the forest in the distance, it sounded like someone was playing a zither. The place where the zither was being played was very far away, if it wasn't for the fact that Song Qingshu's martial arts were high, he probably wouldn't have been able to hear the indistinct sounds of the zither in the wind.
Song Qingshu was startled, why would someone be playing the zither in the middle of nowhere? His first thought was that Zhao Min was preparing some kind of plot again, luring him into a trap. But after listening for a while, he denied this guess. Although he didn't understand music, he could still tell that this zither and Zhao Min's were two different styles.
The sound of the zither continued, it was very elegant, and after a while, a few gentle flute sounds were mixed in with the zither. The sound of the zither was calm and even, mixed in with the quiet flute, it was even more moving. The zither and flute sounds seemed to be asking and answering each other, gradually moving closer.
The sound of the zither gradually became louder, while the flute sounds gradually became lower. But the sound of the flute was low and continuous, like gossamer threads floating in the wind, it was endless, adding to the soul-stirring feeling.
"Someone playing the zither in the middle of the night, if it's not a female ghost, then it's a demon. Regardless, I want to see it for myself." Song Qingshu was now very skilled and daring, he couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, his figure flashed and he headed towards the source of the sound.
Although the sound of the zither was far away, Song Qingshu's lightness kung fu was superb, in a short while he had already crossed two mountains. Faintly, he could see two figures in the forest, Song Qingshu was slightly startled and approached even more carefully.
With Song Qingshu's current martial arts, if he deliberately hid his tracks, the number of people in the jianghu who would be able to detect him could be counted on one hand. Obviously, these two were not among them.
Song Qingshu quietly hid in a lush tree a few feet away from the two, pushing aside the leaves and finally saw the appearance of the person playing the zither, he couldn't help but feel depressed.
It turned out that the person playing the zither was not a female ghost, nor was it a demon, but a man with a long face, sharp eyebrows, and thin lips. It was Linghu Chong, whom he had met several times.
"If Linghu Chong is here, then the other one must be Ren Yingying. Except for the late Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng, I'm afraid no one would be so ostentatious to play zither and flute together in the middle of the night." "If Ling Huchong is here, then the other must be Ren Yingying. Other than the late Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng, I'm afraid no one would be so ostentatious as to play the zither and flute together in the middle of the night."
He saw her leaning on a green bamboo, delicate and timid, her elegant eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she was deeply worried. Song Qingshu suddenly laughed involuntarily, "She can't be worrying about how to deal with this bastard, right?"
As if confirming his guess, he heard Ling Huchong ask with concern, "Yingying, your sound of the flute seems to be mixed with a hint of melancholy. Recently, I've felt that something is wrong with you, is there something troubling you?"
"Ah?" Ren Yingying raised her head in confusion, "Brother Chong, what did you say?"
Ling Huchong frowned and could only repeat his question.
Ren Yingying had an expression of wanting to say something, but finally shook her head and forced a smile, "It's nothing, you also know the situation on Blackwood Cliff."
"Is it really just that?" Ling Huchong looked at her suspiciously.
"What else could it be?" Ren Yingying smiled unnaturally.
Ling Huchong wanted to continue asking, but suddenly heard a burst of arrogant laughter, "Hahaha, you silly boy, it's clearly this little girl who has someone else in her heart, but you still foolishly ask."
Ren Yingying's face paled, but Ling Huchong was furious, "Who are you, scoundrel?" He had already drawn his sword and stabbed towards the direction of the voice.
On the other side, Song Qingshu had a strange expression, "This voice, could it be …"
Before Ling Huchong's sword arrived, the person hiding in the dark had already jumped out. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding leaves were like sharp blades, whistling towards Ling Huchong with a whistling sound.
"Brother Chong, be careful!" Ren Yingying's beautiful face immediately paled. She didn't expect the opponent's martial arts to be so high, and it seemed that he was no weaker than her father.
Ling Huchong was also shocked, and quickly used the Solitary Nine Swords Breaking Arrow Technique, cleverly picking off the blade-like leaves one by one.
When the person saw that Ling Huchong was able to break his technique with only a sword, he was slightly startled, and then praised, "The Solitary Nine Swords really lives up to its name."
"Who are you, sir?" Ren Yingying was worried that something would happen to Ling Huchong, and quickly ran over to his side to protect him. Looking at the person, she saw that he was tall, had a high nose, deep eyes, and a brown beard. He was full of heroic spirit, and his eyes were like knives and swords, very sharp. When Ren Yingying looked at him, she felt a burning pain in her eyes, and couldn't help but secretly click her tongue.
Song Qingshu was speechless. Wearing a white robe in the middle of the night, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't see him, who else could it be other than Ouyang Feng?
"You don't need to know who I am, you can only blame yourselves for not sleeping in the middle of the night and coming here to talk about love." As soon as Ouyang Feng's voice fell, he rushed toward Ren Yingying like a cannonball.
Ouyang Feng knew that Ling Huchong's sword technique was exquisite, and it would not be easy to defeat him in a short time. On the other hand, Ren Yingying was obviously easier to deal with. In order to save Ren Yingying, Ling Huchong's moves would naturally have flaws, and then it would be much easier to deal with him.
Sure enough, Ling Huchong turned pale with fright, but the Solitary Nine Swords was best at attacking the enemy's vital points, so he quickly stabbed his sword at a tricky angle, aiming for Ouyang Feng's vital points. If Ouyang Feng continued to attack Ren Yingying, Ren Yingying would naturally be unable to escape, but he would also be in danger of dying.
"Eh?" Ouyang Feng obviously did not expect that Ling Huchong would react so quickly, and at the same time, he also made the best choice.
Of course, Ouyang Feng did not want to die with Ren Yingying, so he quickly dodged to the side and slapped Ling Huchong's sword with his palm. Ling Huchong suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning, and the long sword in his hand fell out of his hand.
Ouyang Feng's smile suddenly froze. It turned out that Ling Huchong had actually used his left hand to grab the long sword that had been shaken out of his hand in a split second, and then swung his sword again. Ouyang Feng's body violently retreated several feet before he could avoid this strange attack.
"Kid, you have some skill." Ouyang Feng originally thought that Ling Huchong was only relying on his exquisite sword technique, but he did not expect that his combat talent was so high that he was somewhat flustered with two consecutive moves.
If Ouyang Feng knew about Ling Huchong's growth, he would not have underestimated him from the beginning. It should be known that from the beginning, Ling Huchong was always challenging those of a higher level, and his results were quite good.
The protagonists of the Golden Book were clearly divided into two factions. One was the academic faction, represented by people like Duan Yu, whose theoretical strength was very heaven-defying, but their performance in actual combat was not satisfactory. The other was the practical faction, whose biggest characteristic was that from the beginning, they were engaged in fierce battles, and sometimes they were baptized by life and death battles. Xiao Feng, Yang Guo, and Ling Huchong were the most representative of these two factions.
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