Chapter 50 Crisis
Guangtianlian is a good thing. It can nourish the skin and revitalize the muscles. It is very popular among powerful women. Its market value is about two hundred taels.
Damn it. Ling Zheng half-closed his eyes. How did he know that I needed the Orchid Grass? Impossible... Then, Wenren Suxu just happened to need it.
Ling Zheng didn't know how much Wen Rensu wanted to give, so after a moment of silence he said, "Two hundred and thirty taels."
This price is slightly higher than the market value of the orchid grass. Even in the Central Plains, the stock is scarce.
How could they know that the prerequisite for practicing Yueming Jue - marrow cleansing, is that the orchid grass plays an indispensable role.
Two hundred and thirty taels was already the limit of Ling Zheng's assets. He tightened his jaw, his eyes fixed on the vibrant orchid grass on the auction table.
"A piece of ink blood crystal." The voice infused with internal energy floated clearly into everyone's ears.
Wen Rensu picked up a crystal stone as big as a plum, and saw that the crystal stone was completely black. If someone with good eyesight looked closely, they could find an unknown liquid flowing inside.
What? Ink Blood Crystal! People looked at each other in bewilderment, some wondering if they had heard correctly.
Ink Blood Crystals are extremely rare in rock and minerals. Dissolving them into weapon forging can produce qualitative improvements. This block of crystals is large enough to buy several stalks of Orchid Grass.
Meeting Wen Rensu's gaze, which was nonchalant and contained a hint of malice, Ling Zheng's eyes flashed slightly. The metacarpal bones on the back of his porcelain-white hand protruded, and his fingertips pinched into his palm tightly.
He did it on purpose...
Ling Zheng's chest trembled slightly, and he let out a few muffled laughs. He leaned back in the chair, crossed his long legs, and swayed lightly on his toes.
Good, very good.
Her beautiful eyes curved, unconsciously releasing a terrifying and cold aura, causing those around her to shudder and rub their arms.
“…Three, two, one!”
"Congratulations to this guest for winning the Orchid Grass! Let's take a look at the next lot..."
The host opened and closed his mouth to introduce the next auction items to people, and the atmosphere was in full swing.
The auction ended at the hour of Xu, and transportation was inconvenient, so the palace provided many single rooms for everyone to stay overnight.
Ling Zheng kept an eye on Wen Rensu's residence. When everyone was asleep, he sneaked in silently, glanced into the room through the window sill, and then frowned.
There was no one inside.
The thin quilt was neatly folded on the bed, and not a single candle was lit.
He left?
Ling Zheng stuffed the Gu jar back into his lapel and surveyed the room. The next second, his gaze fixed on a bulging bundle. He immediately concluded that Wen Rensu was only out temporarily.
So late at night, he went to the bathroom? Ling Zheng's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly remembered Wen Rensu staring at the beautiful dancing woman at the hero's banquet. Could it be that he went to meet a mandarin duck?
With a strange smile of unknown meaning, Ling Zheng climbed into the room from the window with swift movements.
There was no trace of orchid grass on the surface. He searched all the spaces in the house where things could be hidden, but still couldn't find it. He sighed, restored the furnishings, opened the door, and left leisurely.
Ling Zheng was still feeling depressed, and even after walking back and forth in the pavilion corridor for several times, he still didn't feel sleepy.
After thinking for a moment, he paused on his toes, rose and fell silently a few times, and then stood lightly on the palace wall, then turned around and climbed up the mountains near the palace.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The cool evening breeze teased the branches and leaves, making them slap against each other, making a whispering sound. Ling Zheng looked at the distant city, with its thousands of tiles in a row, and his mood gradually relaxed.
At this moment, the faint sound of a bamboo flute came from the distant peaks, echoing in the vast mountains. The undulating tones turned into invisible ripples, ethereal and beautiful.
This melody...
Ling Zheng was slightly startled, the familiar melody brought back endless memories for him.
In the dark, Ling Zheng followed the sound of music and jumped among the lush treetops. After two breaths, the music became close to his ears.
Late at night, a handsome man stood on the top of the mountain, his black satin hair loose, his white clothes as white as snow, his sparkling fingertips gliding on the bamboo flute, his long eyebrows reaching his temples, his eyes like cold stars.
It was indeed what he heard, Ling Zheng thought.
Catching the subtle movements coming from far away, Wen Rensu put down his bamboo flute, turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and a hesitant figure came into his sight.
"Ling Zheng?" Wenren asked.
Ling Zheng paused when his name was suddenly called, and quickly folded his arms across his chest: "You deliberately lured me here."
This scene and this song are almost a replica of that year.
Hearing this, Wen Rensu's smile was short-lived: "How could it be."
Ling Zheng stood still, thought for a moment, and said through gritted teeth, "Youlan Grass... I know you're deliberately trying to piss me off, but I really need it. Can you give it to me? I'll trade it for the Xuanming Tortoise Shell."
The value of the Xuanming Turtle Shell and the Ink Blood Crystal is almost the same. They are treasures that Ling Zheng obtained after surviving a near-death experience in another secret realm.
Wen Rensu raised his eyebrows: "You think too much, it's me who needs it."
Ling Zheng took two steps forward and said aggressively, "What are you doing with the orchid grass? Do you need to stop the bleeding?"
“…”
Wen Rensu clapped his hands while holding the bamboo flute, and said with a half-smile, "You're right. I'm targeting you, so just give up."
"you--"
After hearing Ren Su's frank confession, Ling Zheng was choked and didn't know what to say.
The dark night seemed to be fueling negative emotions. The silent water surface was stirred up by thousands of waves. Wen Rensu approached step by step, his eyes as sharp as a blade:
"Why can't I target you? Back then, you treated me like a monkey, not to mention that now you're powerful and bloodthirsty. So many people from various sects have died at your hands. Don't you have nightmares?"
Faced with the sudden accusation, Ling Zheng didn't even blink, listening as if it had nothing to do with him. Suddenly he smiled brilliantly, but other thoughts lingered in his mind.
Outsiders thought he exterminated his entire family on a whim, but that was not the case. He only killed those who had harmed his parents. He was truly driven to murder, nearly going insane and losing himself.
However, the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue inexplicably became heavy, as if carrying someone's will. In the end, Ling Zheng suppressed his growing murderous intent.
Now Ling Zheng didn't need to look up at Wen Rensu. In the cold moonlight, he stared at the other person intently, feeling a subtle prick in his heart.
At the same time, his eyes gradually outlined the other person's figure, and he was surprised to find that Wen Rensu's face was exactly the same as in his memory.
The question that I had been instinctively avoiding suddenly popped up: How did Wen Rensu escape from the Valley Master, and why did the love Gu lose its effectiveness?
"How did you escape then?"
Ling Zheng said this out of sheer madness, then regretted it immediately. His eyes couldn't help but linger on Wen Rensu's face, carefully examining every subtle change in his expression.
As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Rensu's expression suddenly changed, and some deeper emotions were revealed in his eyes, with a hint of resentment.
With inhuman speed, she grabbed Ling Zheng's chin and pressed it against the thick cypress tree behind him. Her slender fingers contained an unshakable strength:
"How dare you ask? I've already died once! Tossed into a mass grave."
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he tried his best to calm down. His voice was low and hoarse: "Fortunately, I was not destined to die. I was saved by a miracle doctor. Otherwise, I would never see my enemy again, Ling Zheng."
The last two words turned into a soft murmur, and he slowly moved closer, his hot breath spraying on Ling Zheng's face, causing the other party to shudder imperceptibly.
Ling Zheng's eyes were filled with rage. His unique martial arts skills were unrivaled in the world, but strength was always his weakness, and this innate weakness was difficult to make up for.
He always kept others away from him. Although he knew things had changed, he still subconsciously retained a sense of familiarity. Furthermore, the turmoil caused by Wen Rensu's words made him lose his guard for a moment.
In a panic, he made another foolish move. He tried to tear away Wen Rensu's shackles with his hands, but another large hand pinned him down.
Ling Zheng's face flushed red, and the unbridled smile he had always pretended to have was completely gone tonight. Two flames seemed to be burning in his bright eyes, blazing and full of vitality. He cursed loudly:
"I don't want the orchid grass anymore! Let go—"
"I heard someone tell me you're sick!"
"Either kill me now! Otherwise you're dead!"
Ling Zheng struggled desperately, his back leaning against the rough tree trunk, causing pain from the friction, but he still couldn't break free from the restraints. His eyes became more and more vicious, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of the other person's flesh at any time.
The hand that was pinching his chin moved up to cover his chattering mouth. Wen Rensu's tone revealed a bit of illness, and his eyes were half-closed:
"Don't provoke me again, take care of yourself." Youyou uttered the final warning, and then her hands suddenly loosened and she passed by Lingzheng.
Damn bastard!
Now that he was free to move again, Ling Zheng felt a stinging pain in his chin. A sense of humiliation enveloped his body and mind. He couldn't help but feel murderous and pulled out the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue and swung it with all his might.
With a "whoosh" sound, the axe's body spun out a shadow and attacked Wen Rensu who was facing away with the power to destroy the world.
Wen Rensu turned around and dodged the attack accurately. Then there was a loud noise, and the big tree in front of him broke in half, attracting countless egrets to circle around.
Seeing this tragic scene, Wen Rensu remained calm, his lips curled up imperceptibly, and in an instant he melted into the boundless night.
He did not choose to return to the palace directly, but went quietly to a remote place where a luxurious mansion was located.
In front of the red door with golden nails, Wenren knocks gently on the doorknob.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Rhythmic knocking sounds broke the silence of the night, and after a moment, the door opened.
…
Many days later.
Wave after wave of biting cold roamed through his body, as if corroding his soul. Ling Zheng lay on the couch, his body curled up under the quilt, sweat dripping from his face, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his face as pale as paper.
After so many years, he still couldn't bear the pain of the spotted silkworm poison. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping that the new moon night would pass quickly.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
Ling Zheng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. He noticed several more breaths coming from outside the door, light and long, undoubtedly from a group of martial artists.
When he was at his weakest, so many people suddenly came. He couldn't believe that it wasn't premeditated. One person immediately emerged in his mind - Wen Rensu.
It was him, he wanted to kill himself! Over the years, only Wen Rensu knew about this weakness of his.
The remaining soft memories collapsed, and resentment occupied my entire mind like ink.
Calm down, Ling Zheng reminded himself. When he opened his eyes again, the noise in his head had died down. The most urgent task was to resolve the current predicament.
He rushed out through the window, but what came into view was a crowd of people surrounding him. Several pairs of eyes were filled with excited malice, and their faces were unfamiliar, giving people the illusion of being jackals.
Outside the house, Ling Zheng stood tall, waving his weapon casually. Every gesture exuded a powerful pressure. His voice was like the sound of a zither string, neither hurried nor slow. "Who sent you here?"
Ling Zheng's face was rosy, and his movements were unwavering. The assigned personnel looked at each other in bewilderment, and instantly began to retreat. This was different from what the intelligence had said.
How could they guess that the redness on Ling Zheng's face was an illusion created by mobilizing the meridians to flow backwards and causing blood to surge upwards.
The side effect is the pain that feels like being bitten by thousands of ants, and coupled with the damage caused by the poison of the spotted silkworm, he seems to be standing steadily, but in fact he has been numbed by the pain, and can only stay awake with a willpower that ordinary people can't imagine.
At this moment, a voice sounded like thunder, breaking through Ling Zheng's disguise:
"No! If he was really okay, he wouldn't have come out from here!" The man suddenly had an idea and said excitedly, pointing at the window where a big hole was suddenly broken.
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