Flute

The secret guards followed Song Chui's steps and rushed forward at a very fast speed. Qiu's speed was not as fast as that of ordinary people. Some secret guards were left behind by him. After a few figures flashed by, the figure belonging to Qiu in Song Chui's sight disappeared from his field of vision.

The secret guard following closely behind Songchui turned around and asked, "Songchui, do you want to continue chasing?"

Within the field of vision, Qiu's figure appeared on the top of a building, which had already left the woods and was heading towards the border of Huandu.

Song Chui was not sure whether the bottle of insect repellent in his hand belonged to Jiang Nian. Although according to his master's intention, he was only to pursue it instead of asking him to take the insect repellent back, the people on the Wu Mi side knew almost everything. If they could obtain this almost public insect repellent, they might be able to analyze something.

When the secret guard heard Song Chui's reply, he suddenly said, "Do the pursuers have Miss Jiang's insect repellent formula? Or insect repellent? If it's insect repellent, they wouldn't have found it so quickly. Besides, the secret guards at the competition venue said Miss Jiang had already swapped the insect repellent. The bottle he has is probably fake."

In front, Qin was still standing on the building in front waiting for them. Song Chui's movement speed was actually comparable to Qin's, but going alone would definitely be a trap, so he had been coordinating the speed of the other secret guards.

Within the field of vision, the woods below had turned into a loess slope at some point, and the pine breeze had stopped on another building in the distance. The two groups of people were looking at each other from a distance, and it looked like two heroes were about to fight, but in fact, they were just taking a temporary rest.

Song Chui stayed where he was, letting the biting wind blow his hair around his ears.

The secret guard beside him asked again tentatively. Matsukuni raised his hand and pressed his forehead, a look of confusion emerging on his face.

For some reason, the aura of Qiu always gave him a very familiar feeling.

That feeling is very ethereal and hard to capture. When you try to pursue it, it drifts away to other places.

Matsukune raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

Qiu still kept his body straight, with his hands resting on the wall of the building beside him. The wind blew his clothes and his long black hair swayed behind him like a ghost in a dream.

Song Chui narrowed his eyes and recalled the other party's actions along the way.

The other party seemed to have no hostility towards him and kept coaxing him forward, as if he wanted to take him to see something, and even took out the bottle of insect repellent to dazzle his eyes.

Did he assume he didn't know the bottle's origins? And since he knew it had been replaced, he figured it wouldn't matter if he gave it to him.

What positions do this person and Meng Jian hold in this chess game?

Songchui's hair was messed up by the wind, and his mind was in a mess. He even began to doubt Xiao Yingzhu's judgment.

This is absolutely not allowed.

Since he is Xiao Yingzhu's sword, he should do the work of a sword instead of hesitating here.

“…”

"Song blow, Song blow"

"Um."

Songchui raised his eyes and looked forward in the direction indicated by the secret guard next to him.

There, Qiu stood in the pale sunlight. The smile on his fair face was not obvious, but it could be felt from his body language.

From a distance, Qiu raised his hand, facing Songchui, with his fingertips bent, and made a few gestures towards him.

[Want to know everything? Come and talk to me.]

Below where you land is a field of green and orange. If you go past this building, you will completely leave Pingzhou and head towards a desolate place.

The secret guards knew that if they went beyond this place, the time to capture Qiu would be greatly increased, so they should send someone back to tell Xiao Yingzhu. After a while, many eyes fell on Song Chui's face.

Matsukuni was still recalling the strokes of Qiong and him. He turned around and saw that the secret guards were all asking for instructions. He closed his eyes slightly, and when he raised his eyes again, the thoughts in his eyes were much firmer.

The secret guards watched as Song Chui made a few gestures more firmly and decisively than usual, then leaned forward and sped up, running straight towards Qiu on the opposite side.

The secret guards who received Songchui's instructions looked at each other in confusion. One of them, seeing the figures of Qiu and Songchui disappear in the gradually rising dust, asked tentatively, "Did Songchui just now ask us to return to Pingzhou City?"

"yes."

The leading secret guard turned around, not caring about his companions ahead, and headed straight back to where they came from: "Let's go first, and tell the master later."

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The scenery along the way became increasingly desolate until a green pond came into view.

Qiu stood beside the green pond, gazing at his reflection. Hearing footsteps approaching from behind, he said without turning back, "The gathering point of the Wu Mi people is just ahead. Do you want to go take a look?"

The map that Xiao Yingzhu had given him appeared in his mind again.

The area after Pingzhou is undeveloped. There is an area eaten away by the desert, but further ahead, there is another oasis.

It is easy for something to happen here that would be disastrous for Huandu.

Matsukune calmly raised his eyes and looked forward.

As far as the eye could see, there was a thick cloud of dust, which had completely covered the buildings behind the dust.

Xiao Yingzhu has never let him come here. Is it because he doesn't know, or does he just leave it alone?

Qi Weiwei turned his eyes away from the green pool and looked at Song Chui beside him: "Are you doubting whether your master is loyal?"

He seemed to know everything.

After a while, Songchui didn't respond. He just stared at him quietly. Qiu smiled again and said, "That is the foundation of your life after all."

"Huandu accepted you as you were before, so when Emperor Changde arranged for you to be with Xiao Yingzhu, you agreed to it."

"What happened next?" Qiu turned around, his dark hair falling gently at his side. His face, which resembled Meng Jian, suddenly felt a little more awkward. "You should also know what Xiao Yingzhu was worried about, and why she stopped."

"..." He smiled and walked a few steps towards Songbuki, whispering in Songbuki's ear, "You are afraid that your current master will change because of a woman."

"You're afraid Xiao Yingzhu will change her mind."

"Is it right?"

Matsukipei seemed to have found some memories from this somewhat awkward face and narrowed his eyes slightly.

His expression never changed much, except this time. Seeing the expression on his face, Qiong's eyes moved down to Matsukuni's hand.

Songchui turned his palm over for a moment, and a few simple gestures came out of his hand: [You are separated from them, don’t you want to go back to them?]

[They have been waiting for you for a long time.]

Although they were strangers with opposite positions, they met again because of some events.

Songchui stared at Qiu in a daze for a moment, his scattered black hair hanging down, covering his eyes.

The militia that was going to take Qin Lan's life was labeled as the remnants of a conspiracy with the bishop. The three teenagers were forced to wander around, and one of them helped him who was infected with the "virus".

Emperor Changde was worried about Princess Qingping's illness at the time. In addition to asking about Concubine Shu's family of medical expertise, he also heard from Qin Lan that he also had a reputation for medical skills.

Matsukuni grew up in the countryside. The person who taught him medicine was a famous doctor who traveled around the country. He adopted and taught only one person in his life.

When he was sent to the capital by Qin Lan, he was unable to speak due to careless drug testing. In the end, he had to learn ready-made sign language to communicate with Emperor Changde.

After managing Princess Qingping well with the help of the Xinglin family of Concubine Shu, Emperor Changde was delighted and assigned him to Xiao Yingzhu, who was cold and had an unclear stance at the time.

Looking back now, that happened seven or eight years ago.

Thinking about it this way, he is still the first secret guard that Xiao Yingzhu has who has medical skills.

The Qiao in front of him should be the one that Qin Lan missed among the children he adopted from the militia.

I didn't expect it to be here with Meng Jian.

It's really fate.

Qiu straightened up, raised his hand to push away the loose hair in front of his face, and the expression that was just obscured was covered again, and his expression was unclear.

"You should know that no one here will stay in the same place and maintain the same appearance forever."

"Just like you would think that Yan and I would reconcile instead of turning swords against each other."

Time will wear away everything in the past. Even stones as hard as gold will be ground into powder, not to mention the fickle human heart.

Matsukimi no longer wanted to talk about the past. The two parties had different opinions, and there was no point in saying anything.

Qiu turned his head and looked across the green pool at the building that was protected from wind and sand.

"These are the support personnel. They are only stationed here temporarily. As Meng Jian, I will go there."

He spread his hands and smiled at Songbuki, "Don't you want to catch me? Why not try now?"

Before he finished speaking, he threw the bottle of insect repellent in his hand into Songchui's hand and turned to walk along the edge of the green pool.

The wind and sand blurred his apricot-colored back, and the only thing visible was his long, flowing black hair tied up high.

Matsukuni subconsciously took the bottle of fake insect repellent and looked up at the figure in front of him that was gradually disappearing in the wind and dust.

“…”

Should he chase after her?

But the information has already been obtained, so there is no need to pursue it further.

The water in the Green Pond began to ripple again. Autumn was approaching, and the moisture here seemed unblocked by the dust and sand in the sky. The moisture was blowing straight towards Song Chui who was standing on the edge of the Green Pond.

His steps seemed to be entangled by the sand and dust that was gradually swallowing his ankles, and he couldn't move at all.

The words that Qiu said to him seemed to be hinting at something, or metaphorically implying something.

The words are too obscure or too straightforward.

He doesn't understand, he can't comprehend.

It seemed like a language that was even more difficult to understand than Xiao Yingzhu's commands that required no explanation.

As time passed, he stood on this huge chessboard that seemed to have no end. The chess pieces around him kept changing, sometimes moving closer, sometimes retreating. He was the only one standing there stubbornly, as if waiting for some unexpected result that belonged only to him.

Even if the result is empty, unattainable and unattainable.

In the vastness of the space, Song Chui lowered his head in a daze, even closing his eyes, ignoring the figure that was slowly being covered in the dust, and walked back the way he came.