Chapter 11 Zhu Shahen made all the Miaojiang Gu insects cry and come back to life to testify for you...
Chapter 11: Red Marks and Cinnabar
Even if Shen Juansheng said a hundred crazy words, none of them shocked Qing Guiyu as much as this sentence. She was almost frightened to the point of stumbling.
—Me? Take you away?
Do you still have any shame?
Qing Guiyu looked at Master Jin Sheng's handsome face in disbelief. At that moment, she felt that this man's face was beyond her imagination in every sense.
"Shen Yansheng." Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth, "This is not your plan..."
"Hmm." Chen Juansheng closed his eyes, rubbed her ear, and gently moved his hand covering hers, so that the back of her hand just touched the pulse point on his wrist.
It would have been fine if he hadn't touched it, but when he suddenly touched such a pulse, Qing Guiyu's heart trembled.
His meridians felt as cold as ice, and the cold air flowed along his skin into the bones of Qing Guiyu's wrist.
The Cun pulse is as deep and tight as a string, like an ice spike piercing straight into the skin, the Guan pulse is as astringent as iron, the cold poison is like a spider web wrapped around the meridians, and the Chi pulse is even more strange, it is clearly the extreme cold caused by the backlash of the cold marrow, which is about to collapse.
How could this be the pulse of a living person? Qing Guiyu turned his head in surprise.
There was a hint of chill in Shen Juansheng's breath, the red mole at the corner of his eye looked even brighter, and even the silk thread hanging beside her trembled slightly like the humming of a dying bee.
In a flash, Qing Guiyu understood. He had triggered the backlash of his cold energy so violently yesterday, and had rushed here at night. He came so quickly, so the cold poison must still be accumulating in his body.
It is more surprising that he can still hold on until this moment.
Green girl.
Save me.
She heard Shen Jian's voice silently asking for help.
After all, Qing Guiyu couldn't help feeling a little guilty because he had just saved her life.
"well."
She sighed, "One thing at a time."
Anyway, there is always a way to solve it.
But Shen Juansheng had just killed two people from the Cao Gang "for her", and now she had the dirty water of Yaowang Valley on her head, and the young man named Qu Gan in Diancang was also quite shrewd.
If he showed any sign of weakness at this moment, not only Shen Juansheng himself, but also Qing Guiyu would not know what would happen, and it would be difficult for her to find a way to escape.
Qing Guiyu turned his eyes and looked up at the sky.
Shen Juansheng's eyelashes drooped, touching her ears, and the chill accompanied by the touch made people feel a little itchy.
I heard him say softly.
"...You'll leave the same way you came."
The crystal thread sparkled brightly, and Qing Guiyu glanced at him.
"I've got it in mind."
She grabbed the crystal thread that she had used to hook the inn lantern, shook her wrist, and pulled it down hard.
"I'll pay it back later."
The lantern illuminated her and she fell down completely.
It was still morning, and the lantern still had a faint flame. She summoned her inner strength, waved it, and sent a few sparks flying directly onto the cart carrying the bodies.
The saltpeter on the shaft of the carriage ignited with a bang. The flames licked the carriage boards, mixing with the saltpeter and exploding into a pungent white smoke. The smoke filled the air and rose into the sky, carrying the stench of the rotting corpse.
Just like flowing fire, it reflected the morning sun and the firelight, and the crystal silk between Qinggui's jade wrists was instantly reflected red by the firelight.
Everyone present covered their noses and stepped back, and a flock of gulls and herons flew away in fright at the dock.
So, the same old trick was used again. While everyone was stunned, Qing Guiyu pulled Shen Jiansheng and shouted, "Go!"
He dragged him behind the burning vortex, and the ice spikes and flames stirred up by the cold marrow skill flew together.
Qing Guiyu pulled him towards the back hall of the inn. The heat from the saltpeter surged, causing Shen Jiansheng's black robe and sleeves to flutter. He was truly a romantic young man, with a light body and crane wings.
OK, OK.
Qing Guiyu gritted her teeth. He had finally confirmed my crime of being a love-intoxicated witch.
Chen Juansheng's pale five fingers clasped the hand holding the bamboo, and the cold air followed the golden threads and the touching skin to the forearm.
"Shen Engrave Sound," she grabbed him and rushed into the back hall of the inn, saying angrily, "Do something!"
Being carried by her, Master Jinsheng's black robes swirled as he held her in his arms, laughing softly.
He twirled his fingers lightly, like plucking a falling flower, and the blade, with a chill, flew towards the frying pan in the kitchen. The oil frying fish in the pan was boiling fiercely when it suddenly encountered the cold ice, causing it to explode with a loud bang, instantly stirring up a white mist in the entire hall.
Qing Guiyu was not prepared for his attack and was choked by the white mist. He coughed a few times and slipped.
She felt an icy inner force around her, gently supporting her from below.
There was indeed a dock behind the inn. Several small black-sailed boats were moored nearby. Qing Guiyu, pulling Chen Jiansheng along, jumped onto one of them. Using his internal energy, he used a bamboo stick to nudge the shore, and the boat swiftly sailed several feet into the river.
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When the sun really came up, Qing Guiyu was sitting in the small cabin with his arms folded, staring at Chen Juansheng, angry with himself.
The boat swayed gently with the waves, and some water accumulated in the bottom of the cabin, overflowing Qing Guiyu's skirt, and the cabin was full of fishy smell.
Young Master Jin Sheng leaned leisurely against the edge of the black tent, looking at her with a smile, his face supported by his hand covered with crystal silk.
The crystal threads on the fingertips fell to the surface of the river, breaking up half of the sky.
The cinnabar on his eyebrows was so bright that it seemed as if drops of blood were about to drip, but his black sleeves were covered with tiny ice crystals, which looked like a long river covered with half-melted water amid the rippling waves.
"Okay." Seeing that Qing Guiyu didn't say anything, he nodded and said, "Since Miss Qing has kidnapped me..."
"Make it up!"
Qing Guiyu took the green bamboo and knocked on the boat board with a few bangs, interrupting him angrily.
"Keep making it up!"
"Mr. Shen, why don't you go sing Qingyi in the Nanqu troupe? Cry day and night, and cry the Miaojiang Gu insects back to life to testify for you!"
Shen Juansheng stretched out his hands leisurely, and the crystal silk between his fingers flashed in the morning sun.
"Unfair. Those Gu Masters have tried it before. Their Gu insects froze to death instantly when they came into contact with the cold poison in my body."
Is it my fault that the poisonous insects can't invade me? He seemed to be saying. His eyes, looking at her, were full of emotion and his brows were full of emotion.
Qing Guiyu couldn't help but nod in agreement. Indeed, this man's scheming was much more poisonous than the Gu poison.
The mind is colder than the cold poison.
Chen Juansheng had set up such an elaborate scheme, with a clear understanding of people's hearts and complex schemes, just to tie her and him together.
In her desperation, she actually fell into his trap.
This man was known as the master of divine strategy in the martial arts world, and she actually believed that he wanted to rely on her to escape, without leaving him even seventy or eighty backup plans.
"Those trusted assassins of your Tianji Pavilion?" Qing Guiyu sneered and looked around, although at this moment, theirs was the only small boat on the river.
"Where did you go?" Shen Juansheng asked casually, still staring at her, with the silk thread casually coiled in his hands.
"Where are our friends and old acquaintances from the Cao Gang?" She tapped the plank of the boat with her green bamboo and said to him angrily.
"Yeah." Shen Juansheng slowly closed his eyes and smiled softly.
——Answer every question without saying a word.
She turned away angrily.
After a while, Shen Juansheng still spoke with his eyes closed, his voice a little hoarse.
"Didn't Miss Qing say that the needlework she used to save me had messed up my emotions?"
He placed his hand on his heart and raised his head. The silk thread in his hand also flowed down to his clothes, leaving a mess on his clothes with floating threads.
He paused for a moment, as if he was really hesitant, and then continued slowly,
"What if I insist on calling it love poison?"
He said this with a little hoarseness. Hearing this, Qing Guiyu's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
Master Jinsheng was a man of truth and falsehood, his thoughts like a military strategist's, three false and seven true. Whatever he set out to do, he would inevitably push it into a state of complete chaos.
This person only went crazy in front of her, so the idea of a love poison seemed irrefutable. She placed her hands on her chin, thinking carefully. The Yellow Emperor's Golden Needle Secret Technique, the "Three Needles for Chaos," did not specifically describe how it could disrupt a person's emotions.
Chen Juansheng still had his eyelashes drooping. He raised his hand to smooth his hair, and his thumb stroked the bright red cinnabar behind his left eyebrow.
Qing Guiyu's heart suddenly sank. The cinnabar-red mark engraved on his heart was like a mole, right between the "Sun Xue" and the "Silk and Bamboo Xue".
Therefore, it is the place where the extra meridians and the hand Shaoyang Triple Burner Meridian meet, and it is used to calm the mind, stabilize the spirit, and nourish emotions and intentions.
——It was indeed the needle mark left by Huangdi’s random needles, the mark left by her jade needle when she passed blood seven years ago.
And now, the bloodstain is much brighter than it was back then.
Qing Guiyu was originally turning the green bamboo in her hand, intending to kill him today, but this situation instantly made her discouraged.
She turned her head, supported her forehead with her hand, and waved the green bamboo.
Forget it, forget it. When they reach the shore, she will find a chance to leave him behind and slip away.
She stroked the bamboo joints, tapped her fingers, and was thinking about what to do when suddenly a deep engraving sound came over.
The black-sailed boat bobbed on the river. Shen Jiansheng coughed violently, his dark robe soaked with sweat, the lines of his clothes almost visible. His half-bundled black hair fell over his shoulders, the ends condensed with cold air, trembling with his breathing. The red mole at the corner of his eye stained blood in the moonlight.
Chen Juansheng's hands were shaking, and he could hardly control his breathing. The crystal silk wrapped around his hands rose rapidly from his wrist bones and then drooped down. The blood oozing from the broken parts of his wrists mixed with the frost and solidified.
The cold poison spread along the meridians, and fine blue lines appeared on the neck.
"Miss Qing," the blood that had seeped from the corners of his lips had solidified. He said softly, and instinctively leaned towards the warmth that he had been away from for a long time.
"You always, you always..." He closed his eyes and moved the corners of his mouth, as if he still wanted to say something, as if he was lamenting, as if he wanted to laugh. But he only clutched his chest in vain, as if he also pulled at the three golden needles hanging upside down in his heart.
As his body tensed up, the ribbon that bound his hair slipped down, and the golden threads wrapped around his scattered long hair spread all over his body.
Qing Guiyu pushed Shen Juansheng with her hand, and he leaned to the side. The icy hair mixed with his hair fell into her palm, and the chill was biting.
She was quite startled, and suddenly she seemed to remember something and pulled the black collar of his shirt that covered his neck.
Two bone-eroding nails from the Tianji Pavilion, with tiny dragon patterns on the tails of the nails covered in ice, were deeply wedged into his collarbone, embedded in the middle of his collarbone.
Judging from the shape and angle, he must have nailed it there himself.
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