Chapter 3 Chapter 3 We are each other's destiny and each other's calamity. ...
He rushed over in two or three steps, picked up her comb, and sniffed it.
An extremely pungent and strong fragrance directly opened the top of his head, making tears come to his eyes.
Such a fragrant thing, use it to comb your hair...
She smiled and said, "Seven Black Fragrant Wood. Something that disturbs the mind."
Wu Dao was speechless for a moment.
He also knew about that kind of fragrant wood. The strange fragrance could indeed control people's minds, but the wood was actually a highly poisonous substance.
A fingernail's worth is enough to tip a cow over. If you put it in water, take a sip, and spit it out, it's incurable.
There are countless assassins who win by attacking the mind, but only the most reckless lunatics would dare to use this kind of thing to fumigate their bodies.
She smiled and held out her hand, her five nails resting on his palm. "And here, my nails are also dyed with fragrant wood."
Wu Dao: "So you..."
That’s why you fell into his arms, pretending to lose your balance and fall at his feet.
It is to make him controlled by this fragrance.
He found it interesting and laughed: "You're pretty tough to use this kind of thing to make your body fragrant."
Nan Qiong Shuang took out a pill from her sleeve and said, "Seven Black Fragrant Wood is an extremely strong heat poison, so I'll take some other poisons to counteract it."
Under the candlelight, Wu Dao saw clearly that it was the cold marrow snow lotus specially made by the Wangsheng Gate.
She took the poison that everyone in the martial arts world feared as a tonic just to have a little body fragrance.
Nan Qiongshuang saw his expression and knew that he understood without waiting for him to speak, so she chuckled.
"Don't just stand there like an idiot. Is this your first day meeting me? Go and do what I asked you to do last time."
She said:
"The next time I see this Sect Leader Gu, he should take me up the mountain."
"So, don't ruin my good thing."
*
The Mist Blade is her guide.
Nan Qiongshuang was chosen by the Paradise Hall of the Rebirth Sect at the age of three and has been serving in the sect for thirteen years.
The Wangsheng Sect is a well-known assassination organization in the underworld. It hides in unknown places and secretly selects young children to train them to be assassins.
Every year, two to three hundred children are selected. However, only one can survive the massacre.
Their class was a little special, as two of them were selected.
One who entered Mo Jiao's Qi Sha Tang was a place where only true martial arts talents could go.
She entered the Paradise Hall.
On the day when the battle royale ended, she was originally defeated, but she just tried her best to hold on to her breath and refused to swallow. Even though she was shaking as if she had been electrocuted, she refused to put down the broken wooden sword in her hand.
Because of her cruel heart and good looks, she was chosen by the Rouge Hall Master of Jile Hall.
As the name suggests, the Paradise Hall is a place within the Gate of Rebirth where psychological assassins are trained.
Every woman in the hall is so beautiful that she is unforgettable at first sight. She is good at playing with people's hearts, manipulating love and hate, and when the time is right, she will kill them with one strike.
The most taboo in Ji Le Tang is being soft-hearted.
Coincidentally, Nan Qiong Shuang never shows any mercy.
She is the most successful, promising, youngest and most favored assassin in Jiletang.
Wu Dao had taken care of her for thirteen years, but now he had to admit that he could hardly take care of her anymore.
He said he was a mentor, but he almost became her secret guard.
He turned and walked into the shadows where the lights were dim, his figure disappeared, but the voice was still in his ears:
"What a desperado."
*
This day was the day when Nan Qiong Shuang took on this mission.
The Wangsheng Sect wanted her to kill Gu Zhi and take away his personal mountain-guarding jade token.
Nan Qiong Shuang didn't understand what the Wangsheng Gate wanted these things for. She never asked, because for someone like her, asking less was a form of wisdom.
She just does it.
On the day Wu Dao's informant delivered the mission letter to her, she read it, folded it, and burned it on a candle wick.
Watching the flames licking the paper, she suddenly thought that before leaving, she should go to the Buddhist temple to ask for a fortune.
The Wangsheng Sect has a rule that an assassin can redeem himself after completing five tasks and no longer has to work for the Wangsheng Sect.
She had already completed three of these, receiving orders three times without a single failure. Even Yun Manyue, the victor of the Battle Royale that year, couldn't match her speed.
The closer the dawn is, the more anxious people become, hoping for some auspicious signs to put their minds at ease.
On the day I went to Pujue Temple, the mountain flowers were in full bloom, the sky was bright, fallen petals piled up in the cracks of the stone steps, and the air was filled with the damp smell of incense and flowers.
Nan Qiongshuang lifted her skirt, walked over the grass and trees where insects chirped, climbed the stone steps one by one, stepped over the high threshold, and entered the main hall.
She closed her eyes and was about to make a wish when she suddenly remembered that she was the one least blessed by gods and Buddhas. So she opened her eyes, smiled, and turned to leave the hall.
But he saw a fortune stick box on the incense table in the corner of the hall.
She walked over and smiled at the master in a red cassock behind the table: "Anyone can draw a fortune stick, right?"
Even for someone as sinful as her?
The master didn't understand her hidden meaning and treated her as an ordinary pilgrim. He handed her the fortune stick holder and said, "Go to the prayer mat. If you want to ask something, recite it silently in your heart. Raise the fortune stick holder above your eyebrows with both hands. The Buddha will hear you."
She did as she was told.
But for some reason, when I shook the lottery stick box almost three hundred times, not a single stick fell out.
She didn't know whether her shaking method was wrong or the Buddha saw through her past and didn't want to pay attention. She felt a little uneasy, opened her eyes a little to take a peek for a moment, and shook it a few more times.
She thought to herself that if she didn't draw a fortune again, she would no longer be embarrassed.
Suddenly, a stick fell out of the stick tube.
I picked it up and looked at it, but there was no word on it about good or bad luck.
There are only three words, "half a catastrophe".
Half a catastrophe?
Nan Qiongshuang was puzzled, as she had never heard of the name of this fortune stick before, so she took it and found the monk behind the incense table.
The master took it and glanced at it briefly, but after seeing the words clearly, he suddenly looked shocked.
"The girl drew the Half Tribulation Fate?"
She nodded: "Exactly."
"This lottery...it's hard to say."
"Why is it so difficult to explain?" She leaned forward, and suddenly thought of the scent of the Seven Black Fragrant Wood on her body, and retreated half a step, farther away from him than before.
"Half a calamity, this lot is drawn in pairs. If only one person draws it, it's a mistake. But this has never happened in our temple. It's been about ten years since someone last drew this lot."
"So what does this lot mean?"
The master glanced at her:
"It means that the two people who draw this lot together are destined to meet each other and bring disaster to each other."
Sunlight streamed in through the red-painted window frames, divided into grids and reflected obliquely on the spotless stone bricks of the hall.
The fallen flowers outside the temple floated into the hall through the window. They were peach blossoms, mixed with sunlight and dust, floating lightly in the air.
The monk's voice slowly said:
"Two people are both fate and disaster."
Nan Qiong Shuang blinked, and the wooden fish in the hall was struck with a "bang".
Suddenly, I heard a clear voice from the place where the palace door behind me was wide open and the sunlight was shining in.
"Master, what is this lot?"
The sun suddenly flashed, and she turned around. Behind the slanting light golden sunlight and floating dust, and in front of the temple full of gods and Buddhas, she saw a person holding another lot.
The master clapped his hands and laughed, "That's right, two and a half calamities."
Gu Zhi was wearing a long, moon-like brocade robe. Through the dust and fallen flowers, he smiled at her gently:
"It turns out the other half of the lot is with the girl."
"Hello again, Miss Chu."
Wu Dao's teasing laugh reached my ears. It was his secret message:
"What a great plan! You're really becoming more and more capable. You can even make fortune sticks for Buddhist temples?"
Nan Qiongshuang lowered her eyes and looked at the wooden stick for a long time.
The character "劫" is carved deeper than "缘" and written slightly larger. At a glance, it seems that only "劫" is seen, not "缘".
She didn't do anything.
This lot was given by the Bodhisattva.
She raised her eyes and smiled, then handed the wooden stick to Gu Zhi. Gu Zhi put the two sticks together and compared them: "They are really two identical sticks."
He smiled and said, "Out of two hundred lots, I drew two identical lots. Miss Chu, you and I are destined to be together."
fate?
Nan Qiongshuang smiled slightly, barely perceptible.
Gu Zhi: "Today, young lady..." But she suddenly turned halfway around. Nan Qiong Shuang raised her eyes and was surprised to see a bright sword blade, reflecting the sunlight outside the hall, stabbing straight at Gu Zhi's back. Gu Zhi dodged and continued with a smile: "-Come here to burn incense?"
While he was talking and laughing, the sword that suddenly attacked him was clamped by him with just two fingers, and he could not move it.
He actually had some time to spare, and through the falling flowers, he curved his eyes and apologized to her: "I'm sorry, I have to take care of some things first."
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