Zi Yu said, "Guangling San has never been passed down to the world. Only Ji Kang's nephew Yuan Xiaoneng played the qin. He stole 33 beats from outside the house and expanded them into 8 beats. It was a masterpiece of its time."
Lan Che suddenly realized: "So it's not the real Guangling San. The fake is so perfect, I wonder how amazing the real thing must be."
Zi Yu glanced at him and said nothing more.
Bai Qiuchen didn't know what the allusion of Guangling San was or what story it described, but he understood Zi Yu's words.
The last song before death.
She still didn't trust her.
The moonlight was like water, and the sound of the piano was clear, gradually becoming tinged with sadness and vicissitudes of life. Just when everyone was intoxicated, the sudden smell of burning woke them up from their dream.
Someone was horrified: "It's a fire, it's a fire!"
"Put out the fire quickly!!"
Bai Qiuchen flew down first. Zi Yu spotted Wu Daxia hiding in the crowd. Wu Daxia sensed something and gave them a provocative smile. Then he ran towards a place and disappeared after a few jumps.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, the flames of the kerosene explosion shot up several feet. The violent airflow pushed people back several feet, and the crowd wailed.
In the flickering flames, a thin man was running into the distance. He looked exactly like the painting Bai Qiuchen described!
I saw a person turning a corner and about to run out of sight.
Bai Qiuchen made a prompt decision: "Lan Che, go after Hero Wu, and Zi Yu, go and grab Shan Feng." He stayed where he was to direct the firefighting. If the fire was not put out in time, the small building next to it might be affected.
Zi Yu and Lan Che looked at each other and said in unison, "Okay." They chased in two different directions.
In the tense atmosphere, a maid dressed in the maid's uniform of the leader's mansion hurried to the scene.
"Oh no, Alliance Leader, Miss Qiuyue is missing!"
Something seemed to explode beside Bai Qiuchen's ears, and he asked anxiously, "What did you say? Qiuyue is missing?"
The maid lowered her head and spoke in a panic, "Yes, just now, a dark shadow flashed by, and when I turned around, the young lady was gone."
Is it over a mountain? No.
Bai Qiuchen looked at the mess in front of him, gritted his teeth, told someone to put out the fire, and hurried back to the mansion.
When I arrived at the yard where Bai Qiuyue lived, I saw that Bai Qiuyue was staying in her room peacefully!
"Oh no, we've fallen into a trap!" Bai Qiuchen went back as fast as he could. The fire had been put out, and he hurried up to the third floor.
The zither was still on the table, but Zhao Qingxue was nowhere to be seen.
Hurry and wake up the fainted Biluo.
Bai Qiuchen said excitedly, "Tell me quickly, what happened to you? Where is your young lady?!"
Biluo cried, "Uncle, the young lady was taken away by a tall girl. She realized something was wrong and called for help, but the noise outside made it impossible to hear her. I tried to stop her and was knocked unconscious. Uncle, you must go and save the young lady."
Bai Qiuchen was very confused. Seeing that the window was wide open, he flew out, but he didn't know which direction to chase.
Zi Yu's voice rang in his heart.
"Guangling San", the last song before death... No, it won't happen.
There was something glowing on the roof in front. Bai Qiuchen used his lightness skills to fly over and pick it up. He held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. The white magnolia flowers sparkled in the moonlight.
He had seen it before; it was Zhao Qingxue's pearl hairpin.
Going further, in addition to the pearl hairpin, he also picked up a few pieces of women's clothes. Bai Qiuchen picked them up while chasing, and unknowingly left the city, with more and more panic in his heart.
"Zhao Qingxue——" he called her.
No one responded except the sound of the wind.
"Zhao Qingxue!"
Still no one responded, so Bai Qiuchen searched for someone on the mountain outside Yuezhao City. After searching for a long time, he found an embroidered shoe with blood stains on the shoe, whose blood belonged to an unknown person.
He trembled, picked up his shoes, and flew to the tree to look out.
The moon hid in the clouds, leaving only a few starlights, the branches were trembling, and the forest was shrouded in a dark and cold atmosphere.
The night wind, carrying a chill, seemed to blow into Bai Qiuchen's heart. He tasted despair for the second time. The first time was many years ago when his beloved left without saying goodbye.
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