Chasing brother for thousands of miles

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Ye Leiting saw the piano of the legendary Mr. Qi Xian for the first time.

Qingtong untied the guqin from his back, held it up in front of Mr. Qixian with both hands, Qixian looked at the lyre as if looking at a lover who had been parted for many years, his eyes were full of cherishment.

He gently caressed the body of the piano, and picked a note casually, the simple and distant trembling sound sounded, and the lingering sound lingered endlessly, as if expressing love.

Putting the qin on his lap, Mr. Qixian raised his hand, glanced at Wen Nianyuan who was still fighting in the distance and the masked man whose identity was unknown, and flicked his fingertips.

The deep and desolate qin music resounded in the night, each sound seemed to be soaked in the bones and blood of thousands of years of history. Although the sound was scattered but concentrated, it made people feel like they were standing in the open wilderness, with the everlasting moonlight and the endless rushing water in front of them. The breath of the river.

The world is vast, and people are as insignificant as insects and ants. For no reason, there are thousands of emotions and loneliness in the heart, and there is no way to escape.

Ye Leiting's eyes were distracted for a moment, and he fell into confusion. There was a kind of doubt that he didn't know why the world of life came and went in such a hurry. The intuition in his heart woke him up. .

What a phantom sound!

Under such an illusion, Mr. Qixian can kill many people without a single soldier, and even trick them to die by themselves, without any infamy.

This person is indeed dangerous.

He knew in his heart that he was able to wake up so quickly this time not because of his high internal strength and firm mind, but because Qixian's phantom sound this time was not aimed at him. If he becomes an enemy in the future...

Not paying attention, or being too lazy to pay attention to Ye Leiting's vigilance, Qi Xian stared at his hand seriously, his ten fingers were in close contact with the strings, every trembling of the strings was like a word.

In the distance, the footsteps of the strange masked man who was still aggressive began to slow down, the movements of his hands were even more sluggish, as if he was waving in the sand, and his eyes gradually showed a bewitched look.

Wen Nianyuan's book hit him in the air on the back of the neck, the man's eyes went dark, and he finally fell limply.He didn't reach out to help, but took a step back expressionlessly, allowing the man to fall to the ground cumbersomely, making a dull sound.

It hurts to hear it.

Wen Nianyuan tugged at the man's collar, wanting to come back, but after walking a few steps, he saw Qi Xian's fingertips kept moving, and raised his head to smile at him.

Yes, Qixian was still wearing a mask, so she couldn't see the expression at all, but Wen Nianyuan knew it, so he smiled.Usually, nothing good will happen at this time, because sometimes this man is really... very nasty.

With a chill in his heart, Wen Nianyuan threw away the man's collar, and before he had time to re-mobilize his internal energy, the sound of the piano suddenly rose, and the overtone changed from the gloomy sound before, and became ethereal and lively.

Before he had time to say something bad, his thoughts became confused, and his last thought before falling into a hallucination was that it seemed that the man was in a good mood today.

Ye Leiting's eyes showed a strange expression. After getting along for a long time, the man who obviously felt serious and reticent suddenly squatted down silently, stared at the ground, and then stretched out a finger to poke there. something.

He glanced suspiciously at Mr. Qixian beside him. Qixian was still playing the piano, but his eyes no longer fell on the strings, but looked at Wen Nianyuan from a distance. Such complicated eyes made people unpredictable.

After all, Ye Leiting couldn't hold back his curiosity, walked up to Wen Nianyuan, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Shut up." Wen Nianyuan was still so succinct, but...Ye Leiting had a strange look on his face, and his voice sounded a little, uh, childish.

Even the tone is a little childish.

Ye Leiting knelt down beside him, watched his poking and poking movements, and asked tentatively, "What's the use of catching these?"

"Catch and play with my brother. My brother is the most powerful. He will make these ants line up and dance. My brother said that as long as Xiaoxian catches eighteen big ants, he will let them dance for me." Wen Nianyuan pouted. .

Ye Leiting had goose bumps all over his body.

Brother, Ant, Dancing, Xiaoxian?What is it all about? Is this man's IQ stuck at the age of three or six...

He realized a truth, don't offend Mr. Qixian if you offend anyone, he can make people suffer more than losing their lives - that is, losing face.

"Ah, no, I can't talk about my brother, I can't be discovered by my father." Wen Nianyuan suddenly became annoyed, as if he regretted talking to Ye Leiting, gave him a blank look, turned around and continued to catch ants seriously.

The person who was despised was even more confused, Ye Leiting had no choice but to stand up, turned around and wanted to say that Mr. Qixian should be fine, but was startled when he saw the other person's eyes.

Qixian was looking intently at Wen Nianyuan who seemed to be insane, his eyes were indescribable, as if a little nostalgic, a little heartache, and a little bit of nostalgia.

What a weird scene.

In the middle of the night, no one is there, the moonlight is bright and clear, one person plays the piano under the moonlight, while the other squats to catch ants.And Ye Leiting felt that he was as redundant as the masked man who was chopped on the back of the neck by Wen Nianyuan.

Watching Wen Nianyuan finish catching ants, took a non-existent small pot in his hand, and started circling around the street looking for his "brother", the originally cheerful piano sound suddenly stopped.

With a soul-stirring sweep, the seven strings resounded in tandem, and Mr. Seven Strings pressed his hands on the strings, stopping all the sounds.

Wen Nianyuan, who was spinning around in a daze, was startled, his eyes slowly cleared up, he looked down at his dusty fingers, said nothing, bent down and silently picked up the masked man who was still in a coma, and went back to the in front of people.

Without mentioning what Qixian did just now, he brought the masked man in front of Qixian, "What are you going to do?"

The Guqin was put away, and Qixian said flatly: "You shouldn't startle the snake, those who follow him will know who his master is."

"You can stop me."

"It doesn't matter, this is also interesting." He waved his sleeves indifferently, reached out and pulled off the masked man's veil, revealing an unfamiliar face.

This was just someone who did what he was told to do. The Lord was probably still behind, so he reached out and searched the unconscious man, but found nothing suspicious.

On the contrary...Qi Xian sniffed lightly, there was a strange smell on this person, only a very faint one, like a smoky smell.

He frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to pinch the man's wrist, opened his two hands and looked carefully at the ten fingers, he had a solid idea.

He casually took out an inch-long needle and stuck it on the unconscious man's acupuncture point, and soon the man slowly woke up.

In the moment of being fully awake, he stretched out his hand to attack the person in front of him, but Wen Nianyuan pinched his vitals and had to stop, but he closed his mouth tightly, with a look of death on his face.

"The thing was burned by you." Qi Xian held the needle on her finger, looked at the thin needle tip, and said with confidence.

There was surprise in the man's eyes, but he remained silent.

Qi Xian was not annoyed, and continued to speak unhurriedly, "Planning to go back and return?"

"You tell your master that you have burned the things according to his orders, and you say he will reward you, or kill you silently."

He put down the needle, met the suspicious gaze of the other party, and smiled, "Don't believe it? Do you think your master believes that you really burned things without even looking at them, or even though you took a look at them, you have forgotten now."

The obviously shaken look in the eyes of the other party, the birds are doing their best to hide their bows, and the cunning rabbits are dead and running dogs. This has been the case since ancient times, and his master may not...

"I'll protect your life." Seeing that the fire was almost ready, Mr. Qixian stood up, looked down at the person controlled by Wen Nianyuan, and spoke clearly and simply, "I tell you, there is more than one item, and there are others. Pass Rui Ji in my hands."

The man obviously understood that if he brought the news back, he would not be the one his master wanted to kill. As for why this man took the initiative to expose—it had nothing to do with him, he was just following orders.

Seeing that the other party had already understood, Qi Xian didn't bother to talk too much, and looked at Wen Nianyuan, Wen Nianyuan silently let go of the masked man, watched him jump vertically a few times, and quickly disappeared from their sight.

There is no need to ask Qixian why he made such an arrangement, he knows very well that this man prefers to sit and wait for others to find him, so why bother.

Ye Leiting, on the other hand, looked at him with a cold voice, "Do you know why Rui Niang died? It has something to do with you? Something, what is it?"

Mr. Qixian, who was elegantly dressed in white, said, "I don't know."

"You just clearly—"

"Guess."

"..."

No one cared about the dumbfounded Ye Leiting, Wen Nianyuan stood in front of Qi Xian, "You haven't had much rest these days, go to the inn."

The person in front of him nodded, but before Wen Nianyuan could be overjoyed, he heard him say: "What I said is that apart from Huaniang, the inn here in Sucheng is also very good."

Seeing the white back walking away, Wen Nianyuan lowered his head, looked at the fist that had been clenched in his left hand since just now, and suddenly strode forward to block Qi Xian.

"Go to the inn, I caught ants."

Qixian paused, squinted her eyes, and looked dangerously at the man who still had no expression in front of her. Wen Nianyuan stretched out his left hand towards him, and then slowly opened his fist.

In his palm, he held a sharp stone, and his hand was soaked in bright red blood.

From the very beginning, Wen Nianyuan was not confused by his phantom voice.

Recalling the man squatting on the ground poking ants just now, Qi Xian took out a towel and wiped off the blood on Wen Nianyuan's palm one by one, as if casually said: "Okay."