Chapter 79 Chapter 79 The Alliance of Evil Women.
Mist Blade is not here.
In front of me is the secret passage out of the mountain.
No one follows behind.
Break away from the gate of rebirth, go down the mountain alone, the time and place are right.
The only thing that made her hesitate was "harmony among people".
She was injured and had a fever. If she continued up the mountain, perhaps she would soon encounter a disciple there, and then she could return to Gu Huaijin. From now on, she wouldn't have to worry about anything; Gu Huaijin would arrange everything for her, no matter how small.
With Gu Huaijin around, she only needed to lean on his shoulder and hum a few words. She didn't have to rack her brains to worry about the doctor, applying medicine, decocting medicine, and resting.
But, if you go down the mountain.
The market at the foot of the mountain was still far away from here. If she wanted to go down the mountain, she would have to trek alone through the dark forest where wild animals might roam, with her injuries and a dizzy mind.
It was impossible for her to meet disciples from the mountain at the foot of the mountain, so she could only gamble that she could reach the market safely.
Gambling doesn't matter. Nan Qiongshuang has been living at the gambling table all her life.
The more critical question is.
She didn't bring any money.
In Tianshan Mountain, she couldn't even leave the yard. She had someone accompanying her all the time and had no place to spend money.
Besides, after the farewell banquet today, she and Gu Zhi were supposed to go directly to Yaofeng Mountain. All her money and valuables were packed in the bag Gu Huaijin had prepared for her to take down the mountain, and she didn't bring them with her. Even the poor hairpin on her head had fallen into the water long ago.
Without money, you can't move forward.
Besides, her back was bleeding and she was soaked like a drowned rat. If she walked on the street, she would definitely attract attention.
The Wangsheng Sect has spies all over the world. If she is caught by her colleagues, not even a bone will be left of her.
Anyway, the secret passage out of the mountain is right here, it’s impossible that it has moved to another location.
It would be better for her to go back today, heal her wounds, change into normal clothes, take some money, and then find a chance to get rid of Wu Dao. Anyway, she has had many opportunities to be harassed in the mountains. Even if there is no Heng Huang, there is still Song Yaojie.
She smiled slightly, turned around, and walked back out of the cave.
After finding a secret passage out of the mountain, I became much more excited and my consciousness seemed to be less drowsy.
The river flowed day and night, and she followed the sound of the water, using the moonlight as a guide, as she carefully walked down the muddy slope. Gradually, the trees thinned out, and her vision opened up. Beyond the last two or three giant trees, she saw a quiet valley. Fireflies flew out from the bushes, flashing faint lights.
When she saw it, she was stunned.
She was wondering why, after walking for so long, there were no disciples holding torches searching for her on the mountain.
It turned out that I had come here.
Shuyuzhai.
She chuckled. Everything that happened today was caused by Song Yaojie's pearl flower. Now, it was really a narrow road for enemies to meet.
Shuyuzhai is located in Fuguang Valley and is entirely under the jurisdiction of Song Yaojie. Song Yaojie has always been quiet and dislikes her. Unless Gu Huaijin uses his authority as the young master to force her, she will not allow anyone to enter the valley to search.
At this moment, Gu Huaijin was probably looking for her all over the mountain and had no time to care about Song Yaojie.
She hid behind a tree and peeked into the yard.
Now that we are here, why not kill Song Yaojie?
Forget it. In the future, Song Yaojie will need to make things difficult for her, otherwise how can she escape from the Mist Blade?
She smiled for a moment and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, I discovered that there seemed to be something strange in front of the door of Shuyuzhai.
All the guards had withdrawn, and the round moon gate looked like an empty gap in the night, an obvious invitation.
What's wrong with Song Yaojie?
Every courtyard on the mountain had guards at night. Muxueyuan had them, and if she remembered correctly, Shuyuzhai also had them, guarding the Yuanyue Gate.
Why were the guards withdrawn?
Nan Qiong Shuang suddenly remembered that at the farewell banquet today, Song Yaojie and Huide both looked so strange.
If she remembered correctly, Huide had said at the banquet that he would come to Shuyuzhai tonight to teach Song Yaojie Buddhism.
What time is it now? Has Huide returned to teach the Dharma, or not?
Regardless of whether Huide returned or not, the guards shouldn't have been withdrawn. Furthermore, Huide, with his frail frame, had come all the way from the Bodhi Pavilion to teach Buddhism in the Shuyu Pavilion. No matter how she thought about it, it just didn't seem right.
If what she thought was true...
Maybe she could take advantage of this.
She looked around and saw that there was indeed no one around. She slightly moved her cervical spine and tentatively moved her back.
The injury is serious and still painful, so I can't use Qinggong.
Fortunately, there was no one nearby, so she could walk into the yard without hesitation. However, once inside, she had to be careful to conceal her tracks. If she was not careful and was discovered by the people inside, she would be silenced.
However, even though she knew she might be silenced, she couldn't refuse this adventure tonight.
She didn't have the opportunity to visit Shuyuzhai every night, nor would she run into Huide entering Song Yaojie's yard every night.
If she guessed right, then it would be a shocking secret. She could use this secret, tear off the mask, threaten Song Yaojie, and force Huide to abdicate.
Success or failure depends on this one move.
She slipped out from behind the giant tree and trotted on tiptoe into the Full Moon Gate.
Inside Shuyuzhai, all the lights were off and there was silence.
The chirping of insects is noisy, and fireflies are dancing in the air.
However, above the bushes below the window where fireflies were lingering, and through the open window, Song Yaojie was not on the couch.
She approached cautiously and looked through the window.
Not only was Song Yaojie not on the couch, she was not even in the room.
That's strange.
She pondered for a moment, then tiptoed again, moving like a cat to the room where she had stayed when she was staying here before.
There was no one in that room either.
What on earth is Shuyuzhai doing today? Where are all the people? Forget Song Yaojie, why is there no sign of Qi Zhu?
She tiptoed carefully and looked through all the rooms in Shuyuzhai one by one.
No one.
Absolutely no one.
Not to mention Huide, Song Yaojie, and guards, there was not even a trace of servants or maids.
Where have all the people from Shuyuzhai gone?
She stood in the middle of the yard and looked around. She felt that she had been so cautious just now, it was almost ridiculous. There was not even a single person in sight. Who was she hiding from?
This is really strange. Nan Qiongshuang stood there and pondered for a moment, then finally raised her eyes and her gaze fell on the main room of Shuyuzhai.
Now, the door of the main room, which was always open, was closed tightly.
She gently pushed open the window of the main room with a "creak", gritted her teeth and stretched her back.
He took a deep breath, crawled into the window, and landed gently on the ground.
The main room was where she had said goodbye to Song Yaojie on the day she was going to stay at Muxueyuan. Now, it was completely dark inside, with only a sliver of white moonlight shining in through the window, illuminating half the room.
She remembered that she had deliberately broken a bracelet here, and all the beads rolled to one side. She therefore speculated that there was something under the Shuyuzhai.
Today, her speculation remains unchanged.
She walked on the bluestone floor, carefully distinguishing the subtle inclination of the ground step by step. Following the angle of the ground, bit by bit, she stepped on the cracks between the bricks and searched the lowest place in the entire hall.
Finally, I came to a wall.
There is a huge image of Willow Guanyin hanging on the wall.
She turned and glanced out the window at the moonlight. The moon was at its brightest, with a thin cloud hanging on its crescent. This did not obscure the moon's brightness, but instead made it appear as velvet.
Looking at the moonlight, she thought, if there was a secret room in Shuyuzhai, it must be behind this wall.
When I turned around, the Guanyin statue in front of me was gone.
There stood a silent man, looking straight at her.
I don't know if it's a human being, it looks like a vengeful ghost.
His eyes were completely blank, as dead as black buttons, his face was scarlet, and the glaring red blood splattered on his cheeks and neck, then into his eyes, flowing along with his tears, straight to his chin.
He tilted his head, saw her, and slowly, like a puppet, blinked.
Nan Qiongshuang's heart, which had just been hanging in the air, was instantly at ease.
She hugged her shoulders and laughed: "Ah, what's going on? Don't you like quietness and cleanliness? You killed someone and splashed yourself like this."
Song Yaojie was trembling all over, her cheeks and lips were almost shaking. When she saw her, she raised the dagger in her hand woodenly.
Several silk threads shimmering in moonlight silently held the dagger and hung it on the door frame. Song Yaojie held the dagger tightly in her hand and refused to let go. Her arms were also hung high. Nan Qiongshuang stood opposite her and could almost hear the creaking sound of her stiff joints.
The dagger, wrapped in transparent silk thread, flashed with a bluish light and was stuck in the thread, unable to move.
Across from her, Nan Qiong Shuang smiled and fiddled with her fingers, "You're so shaken, yet you still want to kill someone. Even if I had a broken leg, you can't touch me today."
Song Yaojie was still like a madman, holding up her arms stubbornly and refusing to put them down.
"You don't understand what I'm saying, right?" Nan Qiong Shuang smiled. "That's great. Let's cut to the chase and get straight to the point."
He spread his five fingers towards her and smiled with ease:
"Where is the Yin-Yang Key?"
Song Yaojie's voice was as low as a ghost: "...What Yin-Yang Key?"
Nan Qiong Shuang leaned close to her face and looked at her carefully for a moment. "Oh, you're still stupid and can't speak." She bit her lip, and the spider silk with blue dots climbed up Song Yaojie's neck, tightening. "It's a pity, you can't help but tell me. Where is the Yin-Yang Key? Hand it over."
She peeked into the secret room behind Song Yaojie. In the pale moonlight, a bald man in crimson clothes lay in a pool of blood. She laughed, "You really did kill that old bald donkey. Kill him, then kill him. Look how scared you are."
Song Yaojie was stiff, her eyes unfocused.
She laughed, "Has Huide been forcing you to do this all these years under the guise of teaching Buddhism and practicing retreat?"
Song Yaojie was trembling and unable to speak.
Her eyes flickered to the red marks on Song Yaojie's neck for a moment, and she laughed, "I've always thought that old bald donkey was weird. He knew you liked Gu Huaijin, but when he wanted him to get married, the first person he thought of wasn't you. And that time, under the tree in Muxue Courtyard, he inexplicably reached out to hold your hand..." She sneered, "Old thing, even though you're old, you still have ambitions."
She laughed, "As for me, I caught you and Huide in the act, saw you killing Huide, and even knew you had the Yin-Yang Key. Do you really want to kill me?"
Song Yaojie said nothing, and her natal pearl floated up like a ghost and flew behind her head.
Nan Qiong Shuang raised her finger, and several silk threads silently wove into a net, gathering the beads together like a fishing net.
"Don't be impatient. I haven't finished speaking yet."
She reached out her hand and wiped the blood off Song Yaojie's face with her snow-white sleeve as if to comfort her:
"Let's make a deal. You have something I want, and I have something you want. And I can help you, too."
The light in Song Yaojie's eyes slowly condensed into a point.
She panted and laughed:
"First, help me heal my wounds."
After she finished speaking, she could no longer hold on. There was a buzzing sound in her ears, her vision went dark, and she passed out.
When she woke up again, she was in the room where she used to live.
The bed curtains were still the same plain ones. She sat up, a sharp pain pulling at her back, and she couldn't help but sigh.
The entire upper body has been properly wrapped with gauze. The back still hurts, but it feels very refreshed. I think it has been treated and medicated.
She even changed into Song Yaojie's usual plain white dress, which had a hint of the cool fragrance of plum blossoms.
Clean and refreshing, this is Song Yaojie's style of doing things, and sometimes she also likes it.
She walked to the dressing mirror and saw that even the blood stains on her face had been washed, and her hair was clean. Perhaps Song Yaojie was also obsessed with cleanliness and would not allow dirty things to enter her Shuyu Zhai, so she had to give her some VIP treatment.
She smiled for a moment, walked to the window and tried to raise it.
Only then did I realize that it was dark outside the window. It seemed that the window had been nailed shut with wooden boards.
She shrugged, walked to the door and knocked.
The door opened silently, and the person guarding outside was Song Yaojie's maid, Qi Zhu.
When he saw her, Qi Zhu nodded mysteriously, turned around and left without saying a word.
She naturally understood what he meant, closed the door silently, and sat back on the couch waiting for Song Yaojie.
After a while, there were two knocks on the door. Before she could respond, the person pushed the door open, walked in, and sat on the chair under her window.
Looking at Song Yaojie's silent expression, Nan Qiongshuang smiled in a good mood.
"Why are you so nervous?" she said. "Give me a cup of tea."
Song Yaojie turned around and glanced at Qi Zhu who was standing behind her.
Qi Zhu remained silent, nodded, and walked away.
After a while, Qi Zhu served her a cup of steaming tea. She took a sip and it tasted like the snow-capped peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, where guests are welcomed.
She smiled, pinched the tea lid to scrape off the tea foam, and waited for Song Yaojie to speak.
"Who on earth is Miss Chu?"
Nan Qiong Shuang would never answer this question and just sipped her tea.
"Other matters have nothing to do with you, so don't worry about them." She lowered her eyes and smiled. "Aren't you looking for a secret way out of the mountains? I happen to know."
Song Yaojie was silent.
After a long pause, she said in a flat voice, "How did you know all this? How much do you know?"
She smiled.
In fact, she had already had some vague suspicions about these things. However, something was missing, and her feelings couldn't be connected. She always felt that the threads were so tangled and difficult to sort out.
Until Song Yaojie came out of the secret room covered in blood.
Everything makes sense now.
Huide was not a good person. He wore a cassock and hung a Buddha statue. Not only did he favor his mother's family and suppress Gu Huaijin behind the scenes, he also forced him to become his disciple under the pretext of seclusion.
Therefore, Song Yaojie lost her composure at the farewell banquet.
In the past, she might have placed some hope on Gu Huaijin, hoping that he could save her from the dire situation.
But now Gu Huaijin's heart is hanging on her, and he can't see anyone else at all. She has lost even this glimmer of hope.
However, Huide brought up the matter of accompanying him in retreat at this time.
She could no longer bear it. After so many years of hard training in martial arts, she finally didn't have to endure it anymore. So when Huide came to Shuyuzhai again, she killed him with her own hands.
But he happened to run into Nan Qiong Shuang, who was standing in front of the secret room for some reason.
Nan Qiong Shuang smiled carefreely, the cup lid slowly rolling over the rim: "I don't care about what happened between you and Hui De. I just want the Yin-Yang Key in your hand."
"What Yin-Yang Key?" Song Yaojie had calmed down and sniffed the tea. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Stop pretending." Nan Qiong Shuang smiled. "You volunteered to be responsible for repairing the life gate of the Hidden Dragon Pool Underground Palace. I felt it was wrong that day. If something like this were to happen, the first person to take the lead should be Gu Huaijin. He is the one who is afraid that people on the mountain will die if they enter, so he is willing to spend so much effort on repairs."
"You? You're the most law-abiding and meticulous about the mountain's rules. Opening the Hidden Dragon Pond during the rainy season is already an exception. Given your personality, you'd definitely advocate for its restoration as soon as possible. You wouldn't leave the underground palace open and build a life gate. Besides, if the life gate is blocked, the key to the Star Pavilion will be safe, but it might result in the loss of several lives. Do you have the personality to choose human life over mountain rules?"
"You need to cultivate the Nasana Gate, unless the Nasana Gate is useful to you."
Nan Qiong Shuang lowered her eyes and blew the scalding tea, causing ripples to form.
"You wanted to kill Huide, but the mountain is full of traps and gates, so you needed the Mountain Guarding Jade Plate to clear the way. The key to the Star Pavilion is down there, but there's no escape route, so even if you get in, you can't get it out. That's why you came all this way... disregarding the mud at the bottom of the pond, disregarding the mountain's rules, disregarding the spirit pond, and feng shui, you painstakingly built the underground palace. Am I right?"
Song Yaojie's long eyelashes drooped, and her expression was as calm as white water, without a trace of fluctuation.
Nan Qiong Shuang twisted her index finger around her long hair and said, "The underground palace is open, and the key to the underground palace is sealed in the Xingchen Pavilion. You want to take the Yin-Yang Key in the Liangyi Pavilion. However," she turned to look at Song Yaojie and laughed:
"Yin Yang Key, I'm afraid you're too late. There's only one left, right?"
Song Yaojie's eyelashes trembled.
"After all, if you had a pair, stealing from the inside would have been very easy. You would have obtained the Mountain Guarding Jade Plate long ago. Why are you still here?"
Song Yaojie lowered her eyes and was lost in thought for a long while. After a long time, she let out a long sigh.
"Why would someone like you come to Tianshan Mountain?"
Nan Qiong Shuang smiled and shrugged.
Song Yaojie asked quietly, "Do you know who has the other Yin-Yang Key?"
Nan Qiong Shuang knew it, but she just smiled and said nothing.
Song Yaojie's face was as pale and numb as death. She scraped the rim of the cup with the lid and said, "You said you knew a secret path out of the mountain."
Nan Qiong Shuang smiled: "I found out not long ago. It's all thanks to you."
Song Yaojie: "You want this Yin-Yang Key in my hand? I can't give it to you right now."
Nan Qiong Shuang raised an eyebrow: "Because you want to activate the Nine Lights Reverse Wheel to burn the mountain?"
Song Yaojie was silent for a moment and closed her eyes: "You always speak before others, as if the others are fools."
"We can't burn the mountain right now." Raindrops pattered against the window, rustling the flowers and plants in the yard. Nan Qiongshuang said, "It's the rainy season now. How long do you think you can hide the fact that you killed Huide? Get down the mountain quickly."
"I'll spread the word that Huide is in seclusion tonight." Song Yaojie laughed coldly, her eyes blazing and intimidating. "Old man, you always just flatter me and cling to me. Now, as long as I tell you about his affairs, no one will disbelieve it, and no one will dare to say anything."
Hearing her tone, Nan Qiong Shuang looked at her twice more.
Song Yaojie angrily put the tea lid on the teacup, making the porcelain cup make a "ding" sound. Suddenly, she saw Nan Qiongshuang looking at her out of the corner of her eye.
The look in his eyes, as if he had never met her before, was filled with disdain, yet also with a hint of surprise, and beyond that surprise, a hint of mockery that was neither a smile nor a smile. Beyond all these emotions, there was also a strange bit of... admiration.
Nan Qiongshuang laughed in surprise and took a sip of tea.
Song Yaojie was so frightened by her gaze: "What are you looking at? Let me ask you, you could have gone to Gu Huaijin to report me, so why didn't you go find him? As long as I go to Lianleitai for trial, it's only a matter of time before I find the Yin-Yang Key."
She sneered: "Since the result is the same, why should I report you?"
Song Yaojie smiled. "You're not trying to say that I used that pearl flower to sow discord between you and Miss Heng, but you can't tell?"
Look, of course you can see it.
But she is self-aware. She is not a good person and has never done anything good, so she doesn't care when others harm her.
It doesn't make sense that she is the only one who harms others and others can't harm her. Since she has done it, she is not afraid of retribution.
However, she really didn't expect Song Yaojie to be so strong-willed.
How many people have been abused by men when they were unable to protect themselves, and have never recovered from this, spending the rest of their lives complaining and crying.
It is normal to be willing to take this step when encountering such a thing, and there is nothing to blame.
However, only those who are willing to swallow the bitterness and tears of blood, sharpen their swords for ten years, and demand that blood debts be repaid with blood, can be considered to have backbone and ability.
It doesn't matter if you've been trampled on. It's because you've been trampled on that you shouldn't trample on yourself again.
What is taken away, is taken back; what is robbed, is snatched back; what is owed, is recovered.
No matter who you are, father, brother, or teacher, no matter what title or morality you use to oppress me, if you owe me and insult me, I will break my bones and knock out my teeth, and take it back from you one by one.
Nan Qiong Shuang's fingertips stroked the smooth edge of the teacup. "You are a man of integrity. I misjudged you."
Song Yaojie sneered: "Guard? I still hate myself. I have endured it for too long. From the very beginning, he took away my—"
The remaining words got stuck in my throat and I couldn't say them.
Nan Qiong Shuang smiled contemptuously, "Chastity is just something made up by men. It's all bullshit. You don't still believe in it, do you?"
She smiled and sipped her tea. "Why should we listen to men? They say we should be chaste, so we have to be chaste? Why don't they follow the same rules themselves? They just made up this crap out of their own words, but instead of applying it to themselves, they keep demanding it of others."
Song Yaojie also laughed sarcastically and took a sip of tea.
"Besides, this is ridiculous to begin with." She laughed, "If virginity and chastity are so important, then they should be kept for oneself. Why should they be left to others?"
Song Yaojie spat out a mouthful of tea, spilling it all over the table.
Nan Qiong Shuang was a mysophobe and was disgusted: "Do you really need to do that?"
Song Yaojie: "What do you mean by keeping it for yourself?"
Nan Qiong Shuang was speechless and stared at her for a long while, as if she was a fool. Then she asked, "What do you think?"
When she was training at the Bliss Hall, they specifically taught her how to choose the right time to lose her virginity and the techniques to use to do so. The nanny patiently explained, in detail, how important virginity is, how much men value it, and how to effectively use it to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Her partner, Wu Dao, was extremely looking forward to this lesson and was even more nervous than she was.
When she returned, she lost her virginity.
After hearing this, Wu Dao almost vomited blood and died.
That day, she watched coldly as Wu Dao, raging like a monkey, red-faced, scratching his ears and cheeks, and jumping up and down, asked with contempt and disgust, "Do you really have to?"
Wu Dao: "Nan Qiong Shuang, do you know what you are doing?! Which man would want you in this state?!"
She laughed. "If a man doesn't love you, he won't love you just because you're chaste. If he loves you, he'll love you even without chastity. As for me, let alone these two drops of virgin blood, even if I crush them to the ground and step on them, I'll always find a way to make them love me."
Wu Dao was so angry that he laughed and couldn't speak.
She said, "I'm putting this here, do you believe it?"
Everyone saw what happened next.
She is the most successful and proud figure in the Paradise Hall, and the leader is easily the winner.
Song Yaojie pressed on: "What do you mean?"
Nan Qiong Shuang rolled her eyes at her: "Do you want me to elaborate?"
Song Yaojie: ...
Song Yaojie was silent for a moment. This topic made her panic. She decided to change the subject and said, "Even so, I can't let you see Gu Huaijin these days. Who knows if you will say anything to him?"
Nan Qiong Shuang frowned for a moment, then smiled, "I didn't intend to go back to see him."
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