Chapter 35: Is the Spiritual Silk Around Your Fingers Cold? I'm So Sorry

Chapter 35

Qing Guiyu turned back to mount his horse, tightened the reins, turned his head, and smiled at Murong Qing.

"Murong, since Miss Xie likes you so much,

She nodded and pointed at the bamboo flute. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Li Chengjin waving a small ebony fan and looking at her.

"Just chat with her for a while and don't let her go too far. There are a lot of snakes, insects, rats and ants on this mountain."

Murong Qing saw her leaving, and her eyes widened as she heard her words. She grabbed the long sword on the table and knocked the sword against the edge of the wooden table as she stood up.

When Li Chengjin's ebony fan was gently shaken, the jewelry on his body jingled.

She met the gaze of the girl in gorgeous clothes, gave her a meaningful glance, and deliberately slowed down her tone.

"After all, he is not from the Jianghu. Medicine King Valley must treat him well."

Before she finished her words, Murong Qing had already hurriedly taken half a step forward, "Senior Sister Qing! I..."

Qing Guiyu sat on the horse, gave a light shout, and waved the whip.

The horse was already showing signs of fatigue, stamping its hooves restlessly, struggling to move forward. She frowned, twirling the bamboo flute in her sleeve, and between her fingers, she produced a pinch of pungent medicinal powder. Pretending to soothe the horse, she quietly placed the powder against its nose.

The horse jerked its head and neighed, forcing Murong Qing to step back. Qing Guiyu leaned over and pressed against the horse's neck, and the horse broke into a gallop.

"If I haven't returned in three hours," she turned to Murong Qing and said loudly as the horse shook.

"Please tell Senior Brother Lu that I went to his old residence!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Li Chengjin bow to her and give Murong Qing a sweet smile.

Young Master Jin Sheng had to go through all sorts of trouble to get her to come along, so he must have some ulterior motive. But judging by what had happened in the past few days, the more he avoided her, the more passive he would become.

The appearance of Li Chengjin is the best proof - this seemingly innocent little girl is actually one of the most dangerous Nine Dragons leaders of Tianji Pavilion.

Since Li Chengjin has already chased her here, with Master Jin Sheng's methods, if she just avoids him, he will definitely force her to join the game with more vicious means, and by then more innocent people will be implicated.

Chen Jiansheng's cold poison has not been cured yet, and he still needs the third needle of Huangdi to survive.

Isn't this her bargaining chip?

The death of the Medicine King Valley Master directly points to the Cold Marrow Technique. If it was truly Shen Jiansheng's doing, given his usual meticulous approach, he wouldn't have left such an obvious clue.

Considering Master's profound inner strength, he certainly wouldn't have stood idly by when attacked. Young Master Jin Sheng, despite his ever-changing inner strength and cunning prowess, was also concerned about the potential backlash of his cold marrow. However, before he clashed with Lu Guiyan yesterday, there were no signs of backlash.

Shen Juansheng didn't dare to harm her life easily. This trip would give him a chance to find out the abnormal movement of the cold poison in her body. However, if he really found that the backlash was intensified or the acupuncture method was tampered with...

Qing Guiyu rubbed his face, reluctant to think about it anymore.

The Medicine House was a perfect place; it was her territory, and she was familiar with the terrain. She might be willing to come because she could foresee a retreat. Shen Jiansheng had chosen this place precisely because he knew she might be thinking that way.

She sighed. She really couldn't imagine that the boy from back then would grow up to be such a cold-hearted person.

It was even closer than the gate to Yaowang Valley. She was familiar with the mountain path, and it took her about three cups of tea to reach the area. The horse was already exhausted. She unbridled it and patted its neck apologetically. It just panted and didn't move away.

The sky was getting dark, and she hurried inside. The path she used to walk on was long since buried by weeds. She pushed aside the long grass and realized belatedly that even the stream ahead had changed its course to the west, and new calamus grew unchecked along the old waterway.

She picked up her bamboo flute and took a quick sideways look. The grass was lush and the bushes were still standing, suggesting no signs of frequent movement or ambushes. The herb hut was also high, and looking around, there wasn't a single easy place to hide.

Qing Guiyu first breathed a sigh of relief, then cheered up and pushed open the crooked bamboo door covered with cobwebs.

With a squeak.

The Uncaria rhynchophylla and Xanthium sibiricum that were planted in the yard in the past have all died and disappeared, only the clusters of honeysuckle are still growing wildly, with so many vines that they have wrapped around the door of the medicine house, and are incredibly lush.

The dark sleeves with a deep engraving were winding on the lush honeysuckle vines, like ink dripping into a dark green vortex.

Young Master Jin Sheng leaned against the old bamboo couch in the courtyard, his golden hair half lifted and then falling in the evening breeze. He hadn't worn a crown, his hair simply tied loosely with a silk thread, and the half-bunch of black hair fell down his shoulders, making him look a little haggard.

The remaining thin and slender golden threads hanging on his hands were flipped aimlessly by his pale fingertips, and he didn't care if the blades cut his skin.

"You're back."

He lowered his head and said softly, as if soothing the blood beads on his hand, "Miss Qing."

Dusk poured down from above, weaving a dark golden edge around the objects in the yard. However, the dark figure seemed to be completely unlit, with only the golden threads flickering around him.

Shen Juansheng coughed lightly and stood up. As dusk turned, the red needle-like mole was dotted with red, like crying blood.

He stretched out a hand towards Qing Guiyu, palm facing upward, as if to scoop up the last remaining sunlight in the evening breeze.

"Pulse," he said, and suddenly smiled. "Isn't that what Miss Qing came for?"

Qing Guiyu hesitated and looked left and right, but there was really no ambush figure, only the swaying grass leaves and the approaching spring breeze.

"Shen Yansheng," she said cautiously, "What do you mean?"

Chen Juansheng turned his head, and a few strands of black hair flashed in front of his clothes. He covered the place where the needle was hanging from his heart with his hand.

"Miss Qing, aren't you here to check my pulse and see how far the cold poison has progressed?"

"Ah." He said suddenly, as if he had just thought of it, and nodded.

"I forgot."

Then he raised his head and turned his pale, sick face towards the dusky sky.

"Miss Qing is afraid of me."

Before he finished speaking, Master Jin Sheng did not hesitate. He put two fingers of his other hand together and pressed from his collarbone to his waist in turn, sealing the acupuncture points on the left side of his body.

The blood was sealed, and his hand, which had been stretched out to her, drooped weakly.

"Well." He turned to Qing Guiyu, looked at her, and coughed twice. "Miss Qing, do you think this is feasible?"

Although Qing Guiyu was still a little wary, if he didn't take action, he was afraid that he would do something more unexpected or even horrifying.

So I had no choice but to walk forward, frown, grab his hand, and put three fingers on it.

When she put her hand on his wrist, the young man in black tilted his head back a little and let out a contented sigh.

Qing Guiyu frowned, and when his fingertips touched it, he did feel a layer of tightness like floating ice, but the three meridians were still dormant, the inch pulse was especially thin and stringy like a silk thread, and there were suddenly a few clusters of stagnant air in the joints - that was the blood vessels that were blocked when the bone-eroding nail sealed the blood.

However, since the blood vessels sealed by the bone-eroding nails were still being blocked layer by layer, it clearly showed that there was no trace of him exerting his energy for a long time when fighting with a master.

This confirmed her thoughts; her master had indeed not died from Chen Juansheng's icy, ever-changing Heavenly Secrets. She couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

But this matter is still inseparable from the fact that I saved him back then. Thinking about it this way, I still feel a little sad.

"How?" Seeing that she was in a state of uncertainty, he asked softly in a deep voice.

Qing Guiyu pondered for a moment, and finally said, "It's almost the same as what you wanted to show me."

"Hmm." Shen Juansheng turned his eyes and responded softly, as if thinking about something.

"I think if I want to kill Master Zhanggu with one blow," he continued, smiling softly at her, "my cold poison should look something like this."

The golden threads at Qing Guiyu's hand suddenly trembled, and then the golden threads on his body vibrated together, shimmering in the twilight with his breath. The shimmering gold suddenly took on a chill, making his face paler, like freshly melted snow, and even his lips pale, almost transparent.

She suddenly felt a chill all over her body, as if she had fallen into an icy cave. The floating dust on the rotten couch suddenly fell down, and the air was as cold as if it was covered by a layer of glass.

Shen Jiansheng raised his eyes, and a thin layer of frost suddenly formed on his eyelashes. He stared at her blankly, and as his eyelashes trembled, those tiny icicles fell on his collar, like tears.

He suddenly used his internal energy, and Qing Guiyu felt the pulse at his fingertips surge. He was so scared that he let go of his hand, stood up, took three steps back, and held the bamboo flute horizontally.

Seeing her avoid him, Shen Juansheng frowned his two handsome eyebrows. The needle mark on the corner of his eye looked even brighter red, so bright that it seemed to be beating with the blood.

"Are you cold, Miss Qing?" He apologized and said softly, "I'm so sorry."

Qing Guiyu shook her head. Although she was still frightened, she saw a trace of blood slowly trickling down from the corner of his mouth. She subconsciously wanted to wipe it for him, but when she raised her hand, she remembered that this medicine house was no longer the same as when she had lived there, so she paused for a moment.

Her hand was suddenly grabbed by Chen Jiansheng and pulled towards his lips. She did not wipe the blood, but suddenly felt a little cold on her knuckles.

Young Master Jin Sheng lowered his eyes, still showing no sign of wavering, and there was still blood around his lips.

Qing Guiyu suddenly pulled back his hand, only to realize that the coolness was caused by him licking it with the tip of his tongue.

The Cold Marrow Technique was such a sinister internal force. When it was activated, the whole body was filled with chills.

Shen Juansheng stared at her straight, and suddenly smiled, as if he had guessed what she was thinking.

"If Miss Qing feels pain for me,"

He said this, but his expression showed that he did not care about the so-called pain. He just smiled and said to her slowly,

"Shen Juansheng has no other thoughts,"

Young Master Jinsheng lowered his head, as if he was still smiling, but it was hard to tell whether his expression was one of joy or not.

"I'm just thinking of Miss Qing. If one day you feel sorry for me, please come and see me."

This young man, known as the master of divine counsel in the martial arts world, spoke to her so softly, as if entrusting her with something, and also as if pleading with her.