Chapter 12: The Bone-Snatching Song is Ready? Is This About Me? ...
Chapter 13: Embedded Cold Bone Needle and Thread
Qing Guiyu stood there in a daze for a moment, his hand resting on the collar of Shen Juansheng's clothes, his fingertips hovering three inches above his collarbone, shivering from the chill of the bone-eroding nails.
She was very familiar with the spot under the nail.
The last time I saw this vicious method of nailing and wedge-injuring the clavicle was seven years ago.
At that time, the owner of this body did not have such sharp edges on his brow bones, nor did he have this bright and beautiful cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye.
But now this body is wrapped in a black robe with dark patterns, and his wrists and hands are covered with golden cold silk, as if the scabbard has been poisoned.
During these seven years, Shen Jiansheng transformed his sickly body into the appearance of an exceptional and handsome young man.
He has ten strategies in one move, and his strategies are ever-changing, leaving no trace. The master of strategies is well-known in the martial arts world, and is said to be a national hero, and everyone looks up to him.
And the young master Jin Sheng, who had been poisoned by the love poison in front of everyone just now, smiled sweetly, bewitching Yangcheng and charming Xiacai.
Until this moment he lost consciousness, lost those leisurely and calm smiles, and also lost those lustful disguises in his eyes and eyebrows, and only then did he show a pitiful look like that of his youth.
Chen Juansheng leaned against her and fainted, but his right hand was still tightly grasping the three golden needles on his heart. His finger joints and the gold threads were tangled together, and Qing Guiyu could hardly open his clothes.
Strangely, there was no blood around the wound where the two bone-eating nails were embedded. Instead, it was filled with ice. Upon closer inspection, there were actually some ice patterns embedded in the skin texture, wrapping the hidden weapons like a net.
"Alas," Qing Guiyu pulled his hand back, held his forehead, and sighed for the second time today, "You are willing to do this to yourself."
This is the nailing method used by the Tianji Pavilion to temporarily suppress the cold. In an extremely sinister way, bone-eroding nails are wedged into the joints of the bones, cutting off the flow of blood vessels and embedding into the cold marrow of the bones, which can indeed temporarily save lives.
Sure enough, the pulse she felt was good. Although it was intermittent, the pulse Shen Juansheng showed her was not fake. At this moment, his life was indeed hanging by a thread.
That year, the young man was able to endure the torture and reach the door of her medicine house because of this method of nailing the wound into the bone.
Qing Guiyu reached out to touch the bone-eroding nail, and suddenly, Shen Ensheng woke up suddenly.
The hand covered with cold silk grabbed Qing Guiyu's wrist, squeezing it so hard that it hurt. Shen Juansheng opened his eyes, and there was a madness in his eyes like broken ice. He opened his mouth and
"...Miss Qing?"
He asked hoarsely, the red mole on the end of his eyebrow looked as red as blood, and his eyeballs were covered with a thin film of ice like glass.
Qing Guiyu turned around and used his other hand to pull out the golden needle from the needle bag. He didn't take his sudden startle seriously, knowing that no one could see him at the moment.
The river breeze passed through the gaps in the black-sailed boat, blowing Chen Juansheng's scattered hair onto Qing Guiyu's wrist, and entangled it with the gold thread on his hand, making it almost impossible to distinguish.
"Let go." Qing Guiyu said calmly, "Do you want to live or die?"
Shen Juansheng lowered his head, but remained silent, contrary to his usual behavior. He just held her hand tightly, and his knuckles were a little white under the golden thread.
Seeing that he still hadn't regained consciousness, Qing Guiyu picked up a golden needle and pierced it into his sleeping point.
Chen Juansheng closed his eyes, and finally his whole body calmed down, and he looked a little calmer.
The black-sailed boat was turning slowly on the river, and the river water was flowing slowly under the boat, pushing the boat regularly, like the rhythm of sobbing.
The morning mist that weighed on the river surface slowly receded. Chen Jiansheng leaned against her, a crystal thread dangling from his wrist. The silk thread that Young Master Jinsheng had used to kill someone was soaked in the spring water, softly entwined with a few strands of duckweed, floating up and down with the undercurrent.
A few scattered drops of morning dew fell in his hair, and the muddy water accumulated at the bottom of the cabin wet Qing Guiyu's feet.
The reeds by the river sway in the wind, letting out long sighs.
*
Qing Guiyu smoothed her hair and stared at the bone-eroding nail on Chen Juansheng's collarbone.
She could clearly feel that Shen Juansheng's life was slowly receding and passing away beside her.
Save him?
Or let him die?
The golden needle can save a dying person today, but can it calm a dying heart tomorrow?
"——What if I insist on calling it love poison?"
She suddenly remembered what Shen Juansheng said.
The bow of the boat hit the driftwood and gave a sudden jolt, which also made her sit up straight.
He was just a young man in the medicine house back then.
"I can always fix it,"
She said to herself, tilting her head slightly, gathering her scattered hair neatly with her hands, and pursing her lips tightly.
"This time, no matter what, I will make you explain clearly the murder case involving the golden needle."
Qing Guiyu took out a few golden needles and placed them against Chen Juansheng's collarbone.
The nails were deeply embedded in the bones, much more brutal than before. I wonder how determined this person was to do such a deadly thing.
But Qing Guiyu is no longer the same person she was at seventeen.
Her hands trembled slightly, the severe impact of the scars on her wrists on her meridians becoming apparent as she practiced her Qigong. Normally, acupuncture was fine, but now that she needed to channel her internal energy into the needles, her hands began to lose control.
She tried to circulate the internal force of the Qing Nang Jue, but her wrist could not bear it. Finally, with a slight crisp sound, the golden needle slipped from her fingers and fell on his lapel.
Qing Guiyu frowned, reached out to pick up the golden needle and twisted it.
Looking around, it was just a small black-sailed boat floating in the middle of the river. The sun was rising in the morning, the sky was high and the clouds were light. How could it get any leverage?
She was a little discouraged, and sat down on the side of the black-sailed boat, holding the green bamboo in her hand, staring at Chen Juansheng.
Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She stood up, tore off half of the hem of her skirt, and wrapped her wrists tightly with several layers.
He then took out the medicine-tempered copper ring from his waist, and with its fluorescent light, it corroded the crystal thread wrapped around Chen Juansheng's hand into two pieces.
She untied some silk thread, tied one end to the side of the black-sailed boat, tugged at it, and felt it was tight. She then wrapped the middle of the thread around her wrist, which was wrapped tightly with cloth, several times.
On the other side, Qing Guiyu opened his mouth and bit the silk thread between his teeth.
She pushed her hand forward, tightening the silk threads at both ends, and pressed her wrist down. With the help of the pulling force of the two ends of the crystal thread, she finally regained control of the golden needle.
"You won't die." The golden needle landed accurately on his collarbone. Qing Guiyu bit the silk thread tightly with his teeth and sneered in his heart, "Did I let you die?"
*
When Shen Juansheng woke up, he was already on the second floor of the inn.
Qing Guiyu sat at the table next to him drinking tea, reading a thin scroll attentively in her hand.
The guest rooms of the inn are located facing the river, and the diamond-shaped window lattices are half open, allowing some spring sunshine to filter in.
"Awake?" she said, placing the teacup on the table with a crisp sound.
Qing Guiyu stretched lazily, his voice a little scattered, and he felt warmed by the sun outside the window.
She glanced at Shen Yansheng. The young man's untied hair covered the pillow, like a handful of black ink scattered all over the bed, with a few gold threads mixed in, reflecting a golden glow on the black.
Shen Jiansheng lowered his head, slowly stood up, and let his black inner clothes slip off. He placed his left hand on his heart, and his fingertips passed over the location of the three golden needles.
"Miss Qing's needle," he suddenly said with a hint of a smile, "should be inserted deeper."
Qing Guiyu nodded, his eyes still focused on the new pages in his hand.
Shen Juansheng slowly sat up, looking at her with interest, then chuckled, picked up the gold threads wrapped around his wrists, and slowly tied up the long black hair scattered on the pillow.
"This." Qing Guiyu glanced at him and raised the paper in his hand.
"Do you know what this is?"
Young Master Jin Sheng shook his head slightly, with an extremely innocent look on his face.
Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth and uttered a few words, "--Golden Voice Spring Gu Record."
Shen Juansheng showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and asked, "How many days have passed?"
"Two days." Qing Guiyu's face was as cold as ice. She stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of his eyes. "Mr. Shen, you have been unconscious for two whole days."
He seemed to want to say something, but Qing Guiyu raised his hand and motioned him to be silent.
"You live in Zibo, and I live in Heyang." She said this in an unusually calm tone, her eyes sweeping across him coldly. "I wish to receive the morning light of the jade pendant, and to share the evening fragrance of the golden censer."
She poked half of her face out from behind the thin book, her eyes fixed on Chen Juansheng who was leisurely adjusting his robe.
"Is the script ready?"
"Are you talking about me?" She slammed the thin book heavily on the table impatiently.
"——That's me." Shen Juansheng replied with a smile, "Tianji Pavilion has twelve waterways in Heyang, so they are naturally talking about me."
He picked up a crystal gold thread in his hair and casually wrapped it around his fingertips.
"Master Shen is known as the master of divine counsel," Qing Guiyu looked at him suspiciously, "but you spend all your time on such trivial matters?"
"If everyone knew that I was spending all my time and energy worrying about Miss Qing every day,"
Shen Jiansheng still smiled, "I'm afraid all the martial artists from the north and south will come to kowtow and thank Miss Qing."
This was clearly the arrest warrant given to her by Shen Yansheng.
Qing Guiyu crossed his hands, squinted his eyes, and stared at the roll of thin paper, wishing he could make it burn.
"Master Shen, there's no need to be so aggressive. Master's cold poison," she crossed her arms, leaned back on the chair and said slowly, "I said seven years ago that I can't cure it."
"Don't worry about it," Shen Juansheng laughed, "It's just that Miss Qing is too good at escaping, so I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. As long as I can be by her side..."
He suddenly coughed, covered his mouth with his hand, and turned his eyes to look at Qing Guiyu.
Suddenly, a hint of sharpness appeared in the morbidity. Where in the world could there be such a dangerous banished immortal?
Qing Guiyu opened the lid of the teacup and looked at him meaningfully.
"Young Master, are you feeling better now? Has your strength recovered?"
Shen Jiansheng chuckled and raised his wrist, only to see a faint golden light shining through the large hole on the back of his wrist.
"Well," he said, "Thank you Miss Qing for your concern, but my cold marrow skill has been temporarily sealed."
"How much internal energy do you have left now, sir?" Qing Guiyu took a sip of tea and gently covered the teacup.
"30%."
Young Master Jin Sheng laughed and said,
"Thanks to Miss Qing's skillful hands, Jiansheng now only has 30% of his internal strength left."
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