Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Ning Xiumao had already taken a deep breath to prepare for the next series of questioning, but Qingtong blinked, his face was blank, and he was not shocked by his seemingly very famous name.

His breath was released immediately, he shrugged his shoulders, and had to admit that both Ning Zizhuo and Ning Xiumao sounded like unknown people in the Jianghu. There is only one name for the head——

"Yan Luosha."

No one in the world knows that Yan Butou has a ruthless whip that has brought down countless dead souls and ghosts, who never returns, is resolute, unkind, cruel, and bloody...

All these kinds of descriptions make Qingtong completely unable to associate them with the old and dishonest middle-aged uncle in front of him who always has a playful smile.

This is really bullshit.

He pursed his lips and stared at Ning Xiumao's face, his expression still full of doubt and distrust.

Ning Xiumao raised his eyebrows, "Everyone says that Mr. Qixian was murdered by a blood demon and is plagued by misfortune. After all the tricks are exhausted, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. What he has done is like the return of the evil Shura ghost to the world. You have been with your son for so many years. You should understand how unreliable the rumors are, right?"

Qing Tong ignored him, "You said you were an old member of the Liu family, I don't remember when my family was the chief arrester of the imperial court."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was surprised to find that his voice seemed to become lighter, and he didn't know what Ning Xiumao stuffed into his mouth just now.

In such a flash, the man who was already in front of him suddenly nodded slightly, and stretched his hand towards his neck. Qingtong was startled, and was about to back up, but somehow he couldn't move half a step, and could only watch helplessly. Watching the hands get closer and closer.

Qingtong couldn't help but swallowed, and then Ning Xiumao gave him a condensed look, slightly pulled off his collar, and slowly put a hand into his shirt, touching a piece of skin.

The young man couldn't move like he was possessed by a demon, and he didn't know why the man in front of him suddenly did such a frivolous act. Although Ning Xiumao always talked about it in the past, it was just talking.

All of a sudden, thousands of thoughts welled up in his mind, and he was thinking wildly, but he felt that the hand just touched his chest lightly, and then left his lapel again, but when he retracted, his fingertips had already circled for a while. A thin red line, under the red line, hangs an ordinary copper coin.

Qingtong's complexion changed, and he snapped his hands to snatch it. At this moment, his body seemed to return to his control. He heard himself making a sullen voice, "Give it back to me!"

Ning Xiumao turned a deaf ear to it, with a look of nostalgia and emotion on his face, and sighed: "Fortunately, it's still there." Then he squeezed the copper coin tightly, dodged Qingtong's move lightly, and asked him, "What is this?" A copper coin with seven treasures, have you forgotten who gave it to you?"

The angry young man was startled, and suddenly raised his head to look at Ning Xiumao, "How do you know—wait, you are...is it you?"

Qingtong's shock at this moment is far more than that of hearing that Ning Xiumao is the famous chief arrester of the imperial court. He refuses to compare the face of this middle-aged man who is sometimes rascal and sometimes lazy in front of him with the face he remembered back then. People who have been blurred but still buried deep in their hearts overlap together.

At that time, he was still young, but only about seven or eight years old. He only knew that the Liu family was famous for their lightness kung fu in the martial arts world, and his father, Liu Xiaojun, was a very powerful hero.

At that time, people from all kinds of martial arts often came and went in the family, and sometimes someone would praise him a few words such as "the tiger father has no dogs", but those people are so high-end, for him, this little guy, it doesn't mean anything No, it's all perfunctory words without any sincerity.

Then one day, he found that a big brother often came to look for his father. His father seemed to be very friendly with that person. If that big brother came, his father would disappear.

Once he secretly hid outside the door, peeping at the two of them, and was discovered by his father, who wanted to beat him, but the big brother dissuaded his father with a smile, then walked up to him, bent down and touched his cheek with a smile. head.

"Little friend, do you want to play hide-and-seek with your brother?"

"No, you can't touch me."

"That's not necessarily true. You see, my brother's whip is so long, no matter how far you run, believe it or not, I can roll you back with one roll?"

"……I do not believe."

He always remembered that man's voice, although the man coaxing the child was actually very stupid, but his voice was so nice and gentle.

It wasn't until he encountered a great change that all his memories began to blur, until he couldn't even remember the appearance of that person, but he always remembered that... the feeling of spring breeze.

Qingtong remembered that the big brother came for the last time, and hung a copper coin that looked nothing special with a red thread around his neck, telling him that it was a lucky copper coin, as long as he kept wearing it, he would be able to turn bad luck into good fortune and succeed in death. auspicious.

And during that time, it was also the time when his father and his Liu family had the strangest atmosphere.

Later, Qingtong occasionally wondered whether she was able to escape from the misfortune of the Liu family's destruction because of this so-called copper coin that could turn danger into fortune.

Whenever this happened, he would stroke the copper coin and think of that young man who never appeared again.

...But now there is a stinky man in his thirties with a dusty appearance, holding his copper coins, and telling him with a non-smiling smile—at least in Qingtong’s view—that he is the one who accompanied him back then. The youth who played hide-and-seek and gave him coins?

Qingtong opened her mouth slightly, but couldn't make a sound.

Ning Xiumao looked at him quietly, rubbing the copper coin at his fingertips, and he didn't know whether it was regret or happiness, or some other emotions in his voice, "That year I rushed to Liu's house and searched in the rivers and lakes for more than three months. I thought that everyone in the Liu family was really dead."

"I met you outside Jinguan City, and I found out that your eyes look a lot like Brother Xiao Jun. Later, when I fought you in the backyard of Lianjin Chen's family, and saw you make ghost steps across the river, I really wanted to kill you on the spot. Take it away. But at that time, I couldn't confirm whether you were..."

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled, "The phrase you said later, 'You can't touch me', was exactly the same as back then, but you never recognized me."

Qingtong let him chatter there with affection and emotion, the shock in his heart was beyond words, he secretly thought, there is more than a star and a half distance between the gentle and amiable young man and the nagging uncle.

—he'd be damned if he recognized it.

"So many reasons." He murmured, as if talking to himself, looking down at his toes.

"You didn't come when the accident happened, but you said you had been looking for me for three months. In the Chen family, you said you recognized me, but then you disappeared without a word. Everyone has so many reasons, which one, Is it worth letting my father and mother die?"

When I finally got to this point, Ning Xiumao secretly sighed, "Qingtong, listen, in some respects, I am the one who caused your Liu family to be full."

Qingtong looked at Ning Xiumao as if feeling incredible, and looked at his expression. When he realized that the old man was not joking but serious, his mind suddenly went blank.

"Little Qingtong?" Ning Xiumao didn't realize it well, and grabbed the boy's shoulder, Qingtong suddenly made a fuss, snatched back the copper coin, shook off Ning Xiumao's hand, gave him a cold look, and then rushed out the door.

Although Qingtong often looks at people with indifferent eyes, it was just a way for him to protect himself and protect himself. He had no other emotions except alienation. However, Ning Xiumao felt deeply moved by that look just now. Contradictory and malicious.

The truth is often cruel, and I knew it would be like this once it was revealed. In fact, Qingtong's reaction was not extreme, at least there was no bloody battle on the spot.

Of course he can continue to hide it, but what's the point? Paper can't cover fire, and there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Presumably, Qi Xian has already guessed eight or nine points. It will become more and more unmanageable.

However, Wudang Mountain is in danger now, that child cannot be allowed to run around, not to mention, he only spoke half of what he said.

Ning Xiumao's face was gloomy, with a little troubled look on his face, the twilight outside the window, he had been tossing with the bronze for so long, and the night was coming soon.

The sky was gray, and there was no sunlight during the day today, and even if there was a moon at night, there probably would not be much light.

Too bad, I have to find Qingtong before nightfall.

Tonight, the night is dark and windy, with no wind and no moon. It looks like a good time to kill people, set fires, and rob houses. The danger of Wudang Mountain is probably close at hand. If Qingtong is allowed to run around outside alone, the child will lose his mind again and do light work. No matter how good it is, I'm afraid it's hard to beat four hands.

He has already owed the Liu family a lot, if he can't even keep the only remaining blood, what face will he have to meet the Liu family in the future under Nine Springs.

What's more... Ning Xiumao slowly pulled out the whip from his waist, and the dark red whip wrapped quietly around his palm, shining with a strange color like blood that had dried up for many years, with a murderous aura faintly surrounding his body, exuding Exuding a bitter and murderous hostility.

There was a glimmer of light in Ning Xiumao's eyes, and his face had a serious look that he had never seen before, not to mention Xiao Qingtong, the uncle said he liked you, but he was really not joking.

Let's play hide and seek.

It doesn't matter where you hide, look at the uncle's whip is so long, believe it or not, I can... roll you back with one roll!

As soon as Ning Xiumao walked out of the door, he saw the Wudang disciple who had just led their "grandfather and grandson" to Wudang Mountain. The man saw him "staggering" out, and rushed to meet him, "Are you hungry, senior? I'm already hungry." Instruct the cook to cook, and it will be ready soon."

"Wait a minute, little friend." He stretched out his hand to support the Wudang sect disciple, a problem he had been thinking about was solved, and he coughed and talked to him intermittently.

"Hey, it's my granddaughter who was naughty. She ran out after a few words with me just now. The mountain is so big, how can I find it? What if there are some beasts... Hey... the old man is useless ah!"

The Wudang disciple was also surprised, and hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, old man, Miss Qing should not be far away. But it's really easy to get lost here, so why not, I'll report to the master, and ask the disciples here to help seniors find Qing girl."

The old man suddenly burst into tears, with a look of gratitude on his face, "Thank you so much, it is really troublesome to everyone, it is all me, to put it more seriously, my granddaughter has been very petty since she was a child."

While pretending to be nagging like an old man worried about his granddaughter, he watched the Wudang disciple hurriedly go to find the head of the sect, and then he stopped. A matching deep look came.

After all, he used to walk in the imperial court, even if he had limited contact with the Jianghu, otherwise he would be easily tabooed. Looking at the world of martial arts, he is most familiar with the Liu family who has only one line of orphans left. How can he not be embarrassed.

The current head of Wudang has never had any contact with him, so this time even if Mao rushed over and told him that Wudang might be in danger, it would be better to send more people to step up patrols at night, he might not believe him.

All the way he was thinking about what excuse he could use to calmly make the Wudang disciples more on guard, at least if something really happened, it would not be as silent as Qianheguan, but now he has a ready-made excuse.

Although, he didn't want it to be because of Qingtong.

But now that the matter has come to this point, whether he has no intention of planting willows or deliberately planting flowers, he can only follow the trend, I hope Qi Xian will come later, otherwise if he knows that he has made Xiao Qingtong angry like that, I don't know if he will be right He swung at each other.

As for whether Qixian and Wen Nianyuan will come, it's not in his consideration, if he doesn't even think about this, then that man is just a man with a false name.

night.

Wudang Mountain.

Gradually, little by little fires lit up. It was some disciples left behind in Wudang Mountain who lit torches and searched for a little girl in red clothes all over the mountains and plains.

Ning Xiumao glanced at the number of flames from a distance, and knew that there were really not many people left in Wudang Mountain. Compared with a hundred-year-old faction, it was like an empty nest, and it was definitely a good time to make a surprise attack.

He knew that there should be some disciples, including the head of Wudang, who did not come out. After all, she was just a little girl. There was no need to go out to find someone. It was the best of humanity to send some disciples to help.

Of course, in the near future, whether they will be thankful or upset about their decision is no longer within the scope of Ning Xiumao's control.

There was a faint sound of piercing through the roof, the sound of a weapon being swung, and someone with good night vision could see the figure flying past the eaves.

Taking advantage of the ruthless whip in his hand, Ning Xiumao used the power of the long whip to fly up and down on the roof, searching for Liu Qingtong's figure.

Those people thought that what they were looking for was just an ordinary little girl who didn't know martial arts, so they were a little careless, but Ning Xiumao knew how difficult it was to find Qingtong's mysterious body skills, so he didn't dare to slack off at all.

From a distance, he seemed to see a red shadow flashing past among the fallen leaves of the forest in front of him.

He focused his eyes, and chased there like a bird cast into the forest, and when he was in the forest, he only felt the wind rustling and shaking the leaves, coming towards him from all directions, matching the distant fire and shouting and noise , showing a different kind of deep silence.

It's freezing cold.

The corner of Ning Xiumao's mouth curled up into a sneer. Under the faint moonlight covered by dark clouds, his face looked breathtakingly cruel and monstrous, as if surging with blood, and the afterimage of the dark red long whip waved, bringing The howling sound was like thousands of fierce souls screaming and crying.

He had already heard the lurking sound of the Wudang disciples' searching and the wind. Many people were quietly encircling Wudang Mountain.

Sure enough.

I just don't know if Qixian and Wen Nianyuan have already arrived and waited for the opportunity, or have they not caught up and are still on the way?

Qixian and Wen Nianyuan had already arrived at Wudang Mountain, hiding near the Zhejian Pavilion halfway up the mountain, and at the same time, they also saw the flickering and flickering fires on the top of the mountain.

"Here, the Wudang faction is on guard?" Wen Nianyuan looked at the dotted torches, each of which represented a Wudang disciple, and their moving trajectories seemed to be patrolling the whole mountain. A vigilant look.

Qixian stared at those rays of light thoughtfully, pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "The current head of Wudang, Master Daoyuan, should not be so vigilant, besides, look at the number of people, if they are suspicious, it shouldn't be so few. This appearance...it seems to be looking for someone."

As for who to look for, it's hard to say.

"What a coincidence." Wen Nianyuan stretched out his hand to grab a bug from Qixian's waist and threw it away.

It was indeed a coincidence, "Maybe, someone is cooperating with us." Qixian flicked his clothes nonchalantly, flying insects and wild frogs are common in the mountains and fields, probably as long as there are no poisonous snakes or other harmful things, he would not bother to take care of them. .

The Wudang faction has been entrenched here for many years, even though there used to be poisonous snakes on this mountain, they are probably extinct by now, but Wen Nianyuan never tired of doing this kind of thing, so he just let him go.

"Qingtong and that one named Ning? Brother Ye probably won't be able to let go for the time being." Wen Nianyuan thought for a while, if someone really dared to sneak up to Wudang Mountain to cooperate with them inside and out, this kind of guts and outstanding tricks would suit Ning Xiu Mao.

"But why is he helping so much?"

Glancing at Qixian beside him, that face in the hazy night attracted him much more than the moonlight, such a beauty like jade, then Ning Xiumao wouldn't... The more Wen Nianyuan thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Qixian glanced at him, and laughed horribly, "You should grab some water and see what you look like now. Greed, hatred and obsession, the word love is really like poisonous poison, it eats bones and breaks people's livers and intestines."

He paused, shook his head, and didn't go any further. In the final analysis, he himself is just a willing idiot under this poisonous poison. There is no meaning in laughing at fifty steps, so he turned his head and said, "The answer that Brother Ning likes." It's Qingtong."

"Qingtong?" Wen Nianyuan was still skeptical, although Ning Xiumao often teased Qingtong, but no matter how you looked at it, he didn't seem to be serious. If he said that he didn't want to drink, he would believe it, so serious, it would be surprising.

Just as he was about to say something more, he suddenly frowned, pricked up his ears and listened for a moment, then turned his head and saw Qixian looking back at him at the same time, the two silently exchanged a tacit look.

As expected, it came.

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