Chapter 327: The estrangement between master and disciple, Jingchun's sudden illness, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and her infatuation with Li Xian.
Now, let's talk about the Taoist Jingchun, whose real name was Zhao Chunxia. Due to a momentary lapse in judgment, she was framed by He Wentian and forced to bear the name of a murderer. She should have been beheaded and her head displayed to the public, but instead, she was secretly transported here and imprisoned in a stone cave in the gorge, never to see the light of day again.
Only then did Zhao Chunxia realize He Wentian's cunning, and it was too late for regrets. Although captured, Zhao Chunxia remained stubbornly calm: "He Wentian, you scoundrel! I trusted your name and allowed you to harm me. If you won't kill me on the spot, I will make sure you are utterly disgraced if I get the chance!"
She comforted Ji Hui with her eyes and said, "Calm down and wait for the right opportunity to escape!" Ji Hui was greatly relieved and vaguely thought, "Master is very capable. I can rest assured with her here."
For the first three days, Zhao Chunxia used her knowledge to search for weaknesses in the stone cave and plan an escape route. She also ascertained the strength of her opponent. Her heart sank, but she remained calm and resourceful. She felt that although the task was difficult, it was not hopeless.
"Man proposes, God disposes. Although I am shackled and my inner energy is sealed, my abilities are less than one-tenth of what they used to be, but I still have some ways to deal with things. Although this stone prison is solid, if I can get out of this predicament, find a way to break the shackles, restore my strength, and then use my skills to deal with things, I can resolve the crisis."
Zhao Chunxia sat calmly, her face slightly pale, her long hair flowing. She was serene and beautiful, untouched by worldly dust, her composure unwavering. The dim light of the cave could not conceal her beauty.
Many of the caves and chambers were carved into the mountainside. There were no roads leading to them, only iron chains hanging down from above. Daily meals and supervision were all delivered by servants who climbed the chains to reach the various caves and chambers.
On the fourth day.
After observing for several days, Zhao Chunxia was confident and felt the time was ripe. She waited for the servant to climb the rope to the outside of the cave before unleashing "Guan Chun Ru Wo Yin" (观春如我音), a martial art derived from the "Guan Chun Bao Dian Yang Sheng Gong" (观春宝典养生功). Combined with celestial music and thunderous chest drum sounds, it didn't require internal energy to assist, but it unconsciously confused the enemy. As the saying goes, "Guan Chun Ru Wo," those who were hit by this martial art felt for a moment as if they were "not themselves," but Zhao Chunxia, and their thoughts and ideas were naturally for "Zhao Chunxia's" benefit.
If it were a duel of swords, and the opponent held this celestial music, I would no longer be myself, but Zhao Chunxia, while the real Zhao Chunxia would be right in front of me. This feeling is extremely strange. How could I bear to wield a sword and slash "myself"? Naturally, I would be hesitant and confused, sometimes swinging my sword astray for fear of hurting "myself," and sometimes I would deliberately take the blows, ultimately leading to defeat.
This applies here as well. It allows the servant delivering food to "become himself" and, seeing "himself" trapped in the cave, naturally find a way to break free. This allows "himself" to escape.
This plan was feasible. The servant boy, who possessed this extraordinary skill, immediately devised a way to help him.
The guard of the Dark Gorge was named Zheng Dechun. He had a slender waist, a long face and a short nose, thin eyebrows and large eyes, and was neither male nor female. He possessed the "Double Yin Appearance," making him a hermaphrodite. However, he was not easily fooled and immediately sensed something was amiss. He struck the servant dead with a single blow.
Instead of getting angry, Zheng Dechun laughed, his voice cunning: "Fine, I've been hiding in the shadows all along, knowing that you women are quite shrewd. I'll let you show your skills so I'll know how to defend myself!"
Zhao Chunxia's face was frosty: "Truly birds of a feather, if we're talking about despicable things, we're from the same lineage!" Zheng Dechun laughed: "Thank you for the compliment, I'll go get the collarbone pipa chain. You'd better behave yourself, otherwise, this great talent will be used on your good disciple."
Although Zhao Chunxia was unwilling, she had no choice but to endure the torture for the sake of her disciple's life. The "collarbone pipa chain" had four sharp hooks, two large and two small, all extremely sharp. The two large hooks pierced through the collarbone from behind.
Two small hooks were inserted into her ankles, and iron chains extended, locking her to the four corners of the cave wall. Zhao Chunxia endured the pain in silence, but her heart sank into an icy abyss, and she suddenly felt that escape was even more difficult. When the iron gates slammed shut, she was still in a daze.
She endured the pain, taking care of her own condition. The pipa chain locked her bones, restricting her strength and energy. She secretly played "Viewing Spring as My Sound," causing her bones to vibrate. This would inevitably tear at her pipa bones, causing excruciating pain and profuse cold sweat. Moreover, the celestial music was transmitted from between her bones. The pipa chain connected to her bones, passing through them and instantly releasing the celestial music.
The collarbone pipa chain has the miraculous effect of "melting bones". With prolonged wear, the iron chain will melt into the bones, becoming one with the person being chained, and it will be difficult to separate them again.
As Zhao Chunxia played her celestial music, the chains binding her pipa clanged loudly, immediately attracting the attention of the guards. Her magic was now severely restricted, and with both her ankles pierced by the chains, while she could walk, the thought of stepping out of the cave was utterly absurd.
Ji Hui looked at her with a gaze that was both concerned and fearful. Zhao Chunxia couldn't bear to see her apprentice terrified and desperate, so she pretended to be nonchalant and nodded calmly. However, she felt that her hope was slim and her mind was also in turmoil.
Two more days passed. A servant climbed up the rope to the outside of the black iron fence and ordered her to stick out her finger. Zhao Chunxia was unwilling to obey, but it was too late to change anything. The servant pricked his fingertip, channeled his qi to force out blood, and filled a jade bottle.
Zhao Chunxia suddenly realized: "He Wentian went to great lengths to trick and capture me here, all so that he could continuously extract my blood essence." She tried to move, let out a muffled groan, and felt excruciating pain in her muscles and bones, feeling utterly helpless.
As evening approached, the sky darkened, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. Occasionally, a cool breeze would blow.
The Taoist Jingchun's face was filled with bitterness, her beautiful features etched with sorrow. She thought to herself, "I come from a sword sect, and have always considered it my duty to eliminate evil and slay demons. Through quiet cultivation, I have gradually achieved mastery of the 'Spring Observation Manual,' and I believe I have seen through all the principles of the world. The Yue Mountain Sword Sect is a large and powerful sect, and disputes are inevitable. I did not wish to participate, so I chose another sacred mountain to spend my days observing and appreciating spring, calling myself the Taoist Jingchun. Now that I have entered the world, I have never imagined that I would be harmed by treacherous people. I have suffered torment myself, and Hui'er has also been brought to her death. The most pitiful one is my disciple, Wang Long. He... he is not a woman, so he must be... he is dead."
The cave was carved out of the cliff face. Inside, it was simple: a wooden bed, a meditation cushion, and nothing else. The entrance was sealed with a black iron gate. There was barely three steps to either side, with no open space whatsoever. Zhao Chunxia had been trapped for a long time and rarely moved. Every day around midday, when the sunlight filled the canyon, she could enjoy a brief moment of warmth.
Zhao Chunxia's collarbone was pierced, and a sharp thorn protruded from her shoulder. Bloodstains stained her clothes, which had now scabbed over. She sat motionless, gazing at the opposite mountain wall.
This dark gorge is formed by two sheer cliffs, facing each other. It is a testament to both nature's artistry and human craftsmanship. Within the opposite cliffs are nearly a hundred stone caves, inhabited by women whose fates were similar.
Her disciple, Ji Hui, was here. Ji Hui's cultivation was relatively shallow, and she had not had her collarbone pierced. However, she was also desperate and had nowhere to turn. She kept pleading, hoping that her master would save her.
Every time Zhao Chunxia saw her disciple's gaze, she felt a mix of emotions. She thought, "My disciple, my master's collarbone has been pierced, making it difficult to use my inner energy and play my celestial music. My ankle has also been pierced. This time, I am truly in dire straits. If... if no one comes to my rescue, my entire life... my entire life will be confined to this three-step room, still at the mercy of others, like a fish on the chopping block. If I could, I would risk my life to save you. But alas, my master is truly... truly... Heaven has mercy! Whoever can save my master and me from this predicament, I, Zhao Chunxia, am willing... Alas!"
Feeling hopeless, her mind raced, but her expression remained calm. She nodded slightly to Ji Hui, feigning composure, and whispered, "Wait for the right opportunity." Ji Hui, her eyes filled with uncertainty, believed her master's calm demeanor and used the opportunity to recuperate.
Zhao Chunxia's pretty face turned pale, and she looked away. Looking at another cave, there was a stone cave diagonally above, where Qiu Shui Wan Luo Jian "Hong Qiu Shui" was imprisoned. The two had been acquainted. Hong Qiu Shui was a famous female knight-errant in the martial arts world, with great strength and ability. She had also suffered misfortune and was trapped here for some unknown reason, with her collarbone pierced.
"What exactly is He Wentian's conspiracy? Why is he trapping us here, expending so much effort to nurture us, and demanding our blood? What is his purpose? Could it be that he intends to draw our blood until our lifespan ends?"
Zhao Chunxia was terrified. She knew He Wentian was cunning and meticulous. This place was dark, remote, and gloomy, guarded by powerful enemies, and blocked by a stone gate. There was almost no hope of getting out.
Despite her exceptional self-cultivation, she was deceived, framed, and imprisoned... her heart filled with gloom. She lived in this state of confusion for several days. Every day at noon, as the sunlight shone, Ji Hui would cast her gaze, a faint hope in her eyes. Even in despair, Zhao Chunxia would try to comfort her with her eyes, but it only grew more strained. She had lost her composure and felt extremely guilty. Every time she met Ji Hui's gaze, she felt immense remorse, realizing that the fate of master and disciple was entirely due to Ji Hui's stubbornness, and she didn't know how to face herself.
Ji Hui was able to persevere, but Zhao Chunxia felt even more depressed.
Eighth day of being trapped.
That day, her gaze was fixed on something. Zhao Chunxia's abdomen churned, and she suddenly felt nauseous, dizzy, and lightheaded. Her pent-up emotions had allowed external pathogens to invade, causing her to fall seriously ill.
Zheng Dechun was no stranger to skill and ability. He kept the women under his guard and managed the surroundings in an orderly manner. When he noticed that Zhao Chunxia was unwell, he twisted his hips, took the iron chain in his hand, and used his light footwork to climb out of the cave.
Zheng Dechun said in a shrill voice, "Oh dear, so you're sick. You're not pretending to be a ghost, but preparing to escape. This is a life-saving pill, drink it quickly. If you die, your disciple will be in big trouble." He then jumped to the ground.
He lived peacefully, building a tall building in the valley with a pond and courtyard in front... enjoying a leisurely and elegant life, much to the envy of everyone who wanted to tear him apart. Meanwhile, Daoist Jingchun fell seriously ill and became weak. Everyone was in a pitiful situation and had no heart to comfort him. Only Ji Hui was truly panicked.
Master Jingchun wished only to die of illness, but longed for his disciple Ji Hui. He took the life-saving pill; although his condition did not improve, his life was no longer in danger. Zhao Chunxia immediately cast a calming glance to soothe Ji Hui's panic.
By this time, Ji Hui was barely holding on, and doubt began to creep in: "Waiting for the right opportunity, but how long will it take? Could it be that Master has already... She's just trying to appease me? This... this... Does this mean that in the future, I'll have no choice but to live out my days in this dark room?"
On the tenth day, a lively scene suddenly appeared in the gorge, with a group of servants carrying dozens of wooden boxes. Upon opening the boxes, they found that all the contents were women. Judging from their attire, they were all from the Sword Sect.
All the women were unconscious and had been hidden in wooden boxes, secretly brought here. When Zhao Chunxia saw the several elders who were on good terms with the Yue Shan Sword Sect, her face turned deathly pale and her pupils dilated.
All the women were imprisoned in various caves. Those with higher cultivation levels had their collarbones pierced while they were unconscious. Zhao Chunxia was extremely shocked, gritting her teeth: "I recognize several elders of the Sword Sect. That He Wentian is incredibly audacious, actually... actually captured all the women of my Sword Sect? Could it be that he secretly wiped out the Five Swords Alliance? Is he so crazy to capture women? Isn't he afraid of the Sword Sect joining forces to surround and kill us?"
She was already hopeless, and seeing this scene only intensified her despair. Her eyes welled with emotion, and she could no longer feign composure. Once the other women regained their senses, shouts and curses erupted one after another. But it was all in vain; she was too weak to speak.
In her mental and physical distress, the illness penetrated even deeper into her body. Her life was not in danger, but her condition deteriorated. On the twelfth day, she was completely unconscious for a whole day. When she awoke, she noticed a change in Ji Hui's gaze, filled with despair, fear, and a hint of blame.
Zhao Chunxia let out an "Ah," then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
Ji Hui had sensed something was amiss, but she deceived herself, firmly believing that her master had the ability to save her. However, Zhao Chunxia remained unconscious all day yesterday, clearly indicating that the master had exhausted all means and her life was in danger. Ji Hui could no longer deceive herself and felt a sense of despair and terror. Recalling all her experiences, she realized that it was all due to her master's overconfidence. As his disciple, she shouldn't blame him for imparting knowledge, teaching, and resolving her doubts. But her natural emotions made it impossible for her to fully understand reason.
Zhao Chunxia looked at her disciple and saw Ji Hui's gaze darting away into the depths of the cave. She sighed softly, "If I hadn't trusted He Wentian so easily, how could things have come to this? Hui'er is so young, yet she's trapped here. Naturally... naturally, she can't help but blame me."
For the next few days, Ji Hui avoided seeing her. Zhao Chunxia felt even more guilty, her heartache persisted, and her physical illness worsened. She coughed frequently and felt numb and delirious, no longer caring about anything. She didn't even know when the servant who brought her meals had changed. One day, while eating, she suddenly found a note hidden in the rice. Her limbs were weak, so she untied the note and read it.
The handwriting was strong and clear, suggesting it was written by a young person. Having been isolated from the outside world for a long time, she couldn't help but feel curious. The note, though brief, was filled with alarming words: "I am hiding among the thieves, waiting for my chance to strike."
Zhao Chunxia's eyes flickered with joy, then she frowned immediately: "I have martial arts skills, and I've spent years in quiet cultivation, yet I easily trusted others, leading to this end. I should have learned my lesson. This note is probably... another one of their deliberate tricks on me!"
She didn't believe it at all, but a vague feeling lingered in her heart. She kept observing the handwriting; the strokes were still immature, but there was a unique charm in the ink. She couldn't help but think, "The writer is still young. Who is this young man? He writes such sharp characters. Could he be a disciple of my sword sect? Seeing the handwriting is like seeing the person. Whether this person is real or not, I will know after observing his handwriting more."
Her mood was slightly different. When the servant brought her food again in the evening, she ate and drank calmly, but kept an eye out for a note. This time, however, she found nothing. She was extremely disappointed and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
The next morning, she found another note among the food. A slight joy filled her heart. She unfolded it and wrote three words: "Eat first."
Zhao Chunxia was taken aback. She hid the note, ate quietly to deceive the inspector, and then unwrapped the note to read: "Resting your health is the priority. Put aside all other thoughts for now."
Zhao Chunxia was stunned, feeling quite bewildered. There was a surprising amount of concern and care in his words, as if a warm current had flowed through her. She murmured, "When have I, Zhao Chunxia, ever been cared for by anyone? Now I'm being cared for by a mysterious young man. This feeling is truly strange. Oh well… health is the most important thing. Only by preserving myself can I find a turning point."
Zhao Chunxia's listless state was not due to a weak will. Rather, it was because she was alone and troubled, burdened by self-blame, and had nowhere to vent her emotions, leading to a severe emotional breakdown. At this time, the words of those around her became especially important.
Zhao Chunxia, feeling utterly bored, examined the calligraphy again. Each character began with a seemingly unremarkable momentum, but its ending was sharp and powerful. Zhao Chunxia suddenly thought, "Who is this young man? Judging solely from his calligraphy, he seems quite composed. His brushwork is rather weak, but given his young age, it's clear he has considerable refinement. His calligraphy bears traces of the style of Liu Yuzhi of the Great Yu Dynasty, suggesting he diligently practices calligraphy, yet retains his own unique style."
"Back in the days at Jingchun Mountain, I often bestowed upon Wang Long and Ji Hui calligraphy models, instructing them to copy them. Wang Long was somewhat more composed, but showed no interest in the Dao. Ji Hui, on the other hand, was lively and mischievous, even more so..."
She couldn't help but admire it. Zhao Chunxia's "calligraphy" had a unique perspective, which made her even more curious. Her mind was somewhat distracted, and her illness was relieved. She waited quietly until noon for lunch to be delivered. Sure enough, she saw the note again, and her heart was filled with joy, and a happy expression appeared on her face.
The note read: "Contains a healing pill to nourish your body. Hidden in your food is a strand of hair; plant the hair in the ground. Whisper softly to the hair, and I will hear you. Use this note to communicate."
Zhao Chunxia indeed found a strand of hair hidden among the food. She picked it up and slipped it into her sleeve. She finished her meal and then handed the bowl and chopsticks to the servant. Occasionally, cries could be heard from the mountainside; a woman of fiery temperament pounded on the black iron gate. There was no peace.
Zhao Chunxia got off the bed. She took two steps further in, when suddenly she felt a pulling sensation in her shoulders and ankles. Feeling intense pain, she bent down and planted her hair on the ground. To her astonishment, the hair strands took root where they touched the ground.
Noon had passed, and the setting sun had faded. The cave was dark and gloomy. Zhao Chunxia was both surprised and astonished, murmuring in a low voice, "Who...who are you?" She wanted to ask more questions, but saw that although her hair was rooted to the ground, she had no ears or eyes... It seemed absurd to think she could transmit her voice. She wondered if she had lost her mind and was having hallucinations.
Without further ado, she lay quietly in bed, taking out a note to examine and ponder. Her heart was in turmoil, difficult to describe. That evening, the dishes were served. Zhao Chunxia was both happy and worried. She found the note, unwrapped it, and read: "Eat first."
Zhao Chunxia's eyes showed a strange expression. She thought to herself, "How strange. When I was in my prime, no one cared about me. Now that I've fallen to this state, someone is asking me to help and showing concern." She honestly finished her meal and then unwrapped the note.
It reads: “My name is Li Xian, and I have come to rescue you. Your disciple Wang Long is unharmed and is staying here peacefully. If you have any questions, feel free to tell me what's going on; there's no need to be shy.”
Zhao Chunxia was taken aback. Seeing that "Wang Long is unharmed," she felt a little relieved and couldn't help but rejoice. When she saw the four words "My name is Li Xian," her eyes flashed with a strange light. She murmured, "Li Xian? Is there such a talented young man in my sword sect? What does he look like? What is his figure like... Have I seen him before? He came to save me... Could it be that Wang Long asked for help?" With many questions in mind, she confided them to the hair strand.
Master Jingchun was usually a man of few words and quiet nature. Yet, at this moment, he asked many questions, his mind racing. His usual drowsiness and despair seemed to lessen slightly. As night deepened, Zhao Chunxia's pretty face suddenly flushed, realizing she had spoken too much. She went back to bed to rest quietly, but the night felt endlessly long.
The next day, the servant boy climbed over the rope and brought the food. Zhao Chunxia opened the note and immediately saw: "Eat first, calm your mind, and don't rush." Zhao Chunxia blushed, remembering her rudeness the night before, and softly recounted everything. If she could transmit her voice through her hair, "Li Xian" would surely hear her. Therefore, she had deliberately written the words "calm your mind and don't rush" at the beginning of the note.
Zhao Chunxia ate everything truthfully, then pretended to fall asleep, secretly reading the note: "The reason for this matter is not convenient to explain in detail. Wang Long is safe and sound. I am not a member of the Sword Sect, but I came to save you... I admire your beauty, so I saved you first, so that I can see your beautiful face in the future. Haha."
Zhao Chunxia was pleased rather than angry. She knew Li Xianchu and thought to herself, "He's just a carefree young man. He's not from a sword sect, but he knows Wang Long. He must have helped him out of a sense of justice. Li Xian... Li Xian... that name has a unique charm. I wonder what kind of person he is."
Zhao Chunxia had written many notes, and I was filled with curiosity, trying to understand the person through the words. I sketched out a vague figure in my mind, using the rhythm and charm of the words to depict a character. A slender figure, an indistinct face, but a unique air about them.
Her illness had taken hold, and she was inexplicably filled with romantic feelings, her eyes gleaming with a strange light. She quickly cleared her mind of all distractions, calmed herself, and couldn't help but wonder, "Are there really such young men in the world?"
It turns out that... by sheer chance, Li Xian had infiltrated the guardhouse. With the collapse of the Jieyou Tower, the daily meals were delivered here from there to feed the women and sustain their lives. Seeing the tower had collapsed, Zheng Dechun sent people to summon the Jieyou Tower's cooks to prepare food for them.
Li Xian overheard this important news. He then pretended to be a chef at Jieyoulou. He possessed the skill of "culinary appreciation," able to appraise the ingredients, cooking time, and methods of dishes. At the same time, his "culinary skills" were superb, and his techniques were proficient. Despite this disguise, he was able to make Jieyoulou's decades-old dishes.
He could easily impersonate her and hide perfectly among them. Then, while cooking, he would pass notes to deliver messages. Li Xian thought to himself, "There are over a hundred women here. If I need to deliver messages and gather information, I must choose someone I know well. And among so many women, there might be a spy hiding among them. Thinking it over, the Taoist Jingchun, whom I met once before, is the most suitable!"
They secretly hid notes while getting food, using them to communicate and learn about the situation, lying in wait.
That night, Zhao Chunxia couldn't sleep and talked to her hair. She was extremely curious about this complete stranger. The next morning, after breakfast, Li Xian replied with a note. Zhao Chunxia asked Li Xian about his sect, appearance, and physique. Li Xian drew a small figure with a round face and a slender body, outlined with a few strokes, holding a gun in his left hand and a sword in his right, with the words "Handsome Face" written on his face as his reply.
Zhao Chunxia received the note, initially wondering what he would say, how he would boast and sell himself, knowing Li Xian was far from honest. But she was utterly surprised by this reply, and a smile immediately spread across her face. Seeing the "handsome" character on his "simple sketch" face, she was even more dumbfounded.
At midday, she used the sunlight to observe her surroundings. Seeing "Ji Hui" hiding in the shadows on the opposite wall, a pang of sadness struck her. Looking down at the campsite, she thought, "That Li Xian... is hiding there. This place is extremely dangerous; if we're discovered, my life will be in grave danger." She was filled with deep worry.
Using a strand of hair as a guide, she said, "Brother Li Xian... I thank you for your righteousness, but escaping is truly difficult. You... you... are so kind as to save me, I am extremely grateful. But your life is also important. Find a chance to leave, don't worry about me."
Li Xian replied in a note: "Where there's a will, there's a way. How can a dignified senior wallow in self-pity?" The note was quite brief, lacking its usual lighthearted tone. Zhao Chunxia read the note and couldn't help but feel lost, pacing back and forth, thinking: "I've suffered a series of setbacks lately, and I've always been wallowing in self-pity. Li Xian wanted to help me, but I've already dampened my spirits. Could it be... could it be that he's already angry after hearing this?"
Feeling deeply uneasy, she said to the hair, "Brother Li Xian, Chunxia misspoke. I... I was worried about you, that's why... Please don't take offense. If we meet again in the future, I will definitely apologize properly. Please... please don't blame me, okay?"
Li Xian found the words quite strange. He had seen Zhao Chunxia's spirits dampened and had offered words of encouragement, brief yet precise, with no intention of blaming her. But why was Zhao Chunxia begging him not to blame her? He was naturally open-minded and sometimes meticulous. However, when it came to the complexities of a woman's mind, he was far from being able to fathom them. Madam Wen alone had already given him a severe headache.
He has a knack for attracting women. If this continues, how can he not be sure that disaster will befall him?
Taking advantage of lunchtime, Li Xian sent a message saying, "How could I bear to blame you, senior? You are not allowed to speak of this again. I will definitely find a way to save you, so please put your mind at ease."
Upon receiving this calligraphy copybook, Zhao Chunxia felt a surge of relief, a sense of calm mixed with secret joy. She admired the characters and grasped their meaning. Suddenly, she wondered, "He said he couldn't bear to blame me; what does that mean? Does he pity me?"
The two secretly communicated, and Zhao Chunxia's condition improved significantly, her illness naturally disappearing. Looking at her lunch today, she suddenly realized, "Ah! How foolish I am, only now paying attention. Today's lunch, yesterday's breakfast, lunch... though not ordinary dishes, if eaten and consumed continuously for several days, it can create a therapeutic effect! This Li Xian... this little hero Li Xian, so thoughtful and meticulous, quietly caring for my body, and possessing considerable expertise and insight into dietary therapy."
"It's really inappropriate that I only realized my intention now. I need to pull myself together and do everything I can to help him!"
He finished the food, finding it quite delicious. His strength had somewhat returned, so he tried to regulate his internal energy and practice "health-preserving exercises" to restore his abilities. Although extremely difficult, the difference before and after was noticeable.
She recounted the story. Li Xian was delighted to hear this and gave the note a thumbs-up in praise. Zhao Chunxia was both pleased and puzzled, muttering, "Why do I seem like a child waiting for praise? Li Xian is not old, but he is meticulous and has remained hidden for many days. I really need to learn from him."
While admiring him, whenever they had a spare moment, they would look in that direction when they saw smoke rising from the chimney. The two talked in secret and gradually figured out the situation. Zhao Chunxia told him all the details she knew and also learned about Li Xian's predicament.
Of all the schemes, there is one that cannot be bypassed... the Yin-Yang Master Zheng Dechun! This person must be killed, otherwise saving lives will be a futile endeavor.
Zhao Chunxia knew Zheng Dechun's abilities; he was He Wentian's capable henchman, neither male nor female, indifferent to women, and had only recently entered the third realm after decades in the second realm. Therefore, she was assigned to guard "Prisoner of Women Gorge." He was cunning and extremely powerful. In her prime, Zhao Chunxia could easily kill him. However, at this moment, she found it difficult to cross this barrier.
Zhao Chunxia knew that Li Xian was very young, the same age as Wang Long, and had just entered the second realm of martial arts. Facing Zheng Dechun, he would surely die. It was an insurmountable obstacle.
However, that evening, during dinner, she received a note that read: "Tomorrow will be a perfect opportunity, from noon to evening, when only Zheng Dechun is here. I will kill his head and rescue you."
Zhao Chunxia gasped in surprise, feeling uneasy. She wanted to persuade him to go home, but upon closer examination, she sensed a young man standing with a gun, looking down on the villains, which made her mind wander and her heart race.
Zhao Chunxia replied, "Give it a try, and I will do my best to help you." Then she suddenly thought, "If I do this, won't I see that young man 'Li Xian' tomorrow?"
at the same time.
Lin Aoshan and Luo Feiyan both knew that Li Xian would be facing Zheng Dechun the next day, and they were secretly worried about him, unable to sleep all day.
Li Xian's hair could coexist in three strands. They could secretly chat about the three of them. Li Xian lived in a wooden shack, fast asleep with his eyes closed, calming his mind.
He learned that all the servants and boys would be reassigned the next day. Only Zheng Dechun would guard the place. Tomorrow, amidst the women's company, Li Xian would fight three realms alone, determined to kill their leader!
(End of this chapter)
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