Chapter 13: The reputation of the Heart-piercing Strategy belongs to them, and the reputation of the engraving belongs to you
Chapter 13: Yu Baiyi Qingliu Wangruo
Seeing him trying to be calm, Qing Guiyu couldn't help laughing out loud, and the tea in his hand almost spilled onto the table.
“Mr. Shen’s martial arts skills are outstanding. Even if he only uses 30% of his internal strength, it would probably be enough to shock the martial arts world.”
Chen Juansheng raised his head, as if thinking about something. His slender fingers covered with golden crystals stroked the muscles of his neck, moving diagonally downward from the back of his jaw to his collarbone.
"It's a bit troublesome."
He said, turning his head and smiling at Qing Guiyu, "It's nothing serious."
She lowered her eyelashes again, placed her fingers lightly on her cheeks, and a few strands of bright hair trembled in front of her heart.
"No matter what Miss Qing gives me, Juansheng is willing to accept it."
"Shen Engraving Sound," Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth in anger, waved his hand, and placed the teacup back on the table, "If you use the cold power again, do you want to die?"
She glanced at him and added, "It's just a hasty way to save your life now, just ten or eight days."
"You know the nature of this cold poison yourself," he pointed at the thin scroll on the table, "what's the point of pestering me with all this?"
Shen Juansheng looked at her and just smiled.
“But since Mr. Shen is not dead,” she stood up, her skirt brushing the corner of the table, and picked up the green bamboo on the table.
She walked up to Chen Juansheng, lifted a few strands of his black hair, and pressed the blood vessels in the depression of his collarbone.
“Regarding the matter of the killing by the golden needles in Medicine King Valley, please ask Shen Tianji to explain a few things.”
Shen Juansheng leaned on the bed, lowered his head, and laughed suddenly.
"This is exactly where Miss Qing inserted the needle the other day," he said, and suddenly grasped the green bamboo with his hand, and crystal threads between his fingers hung down the bamboo body.
He raised his head, the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was stained with an unhealed red, and his eyes met hers.
"In this body of mine, I recognize girls even to my bones."
He coughed, and as his body trembled, the thin bamboo shoots dug into his skin, leaving a trace of blood. His eyebrows raised slightly,
"If Shen Juansheng said it, would Miss Qing believe it? What if Shen Juansheng died?"
Then he let go of Cuizhu and said with a smile, "The dead can't talk."
Young Master Jin Sheng let go of the bamboo and removed his fingertips. The crystal threads were entangled and sparkling. His eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles. "Even a living person needs to eat before he can have the strength to speak."
*
In the martial arts world, not a single word spoken by the Master of Heaven's Secrets can be believed.
Therefore, what Shang Chenjuansheng said is indeed very reasonable.
The gentle sunlight of spring noon shone through the wooden window lattices of the inn. Qing Guiyu and he sat in the shadow of the inn hall, and a tray of crab roe soup dumplings was steaming on the table in front of them.
She used the tip of the bamboo chopsticks to poke the dough of the soup dumpling hard, and the golden crab oil flowed out along the chopsticks.
Shen Juansheng's appearance was too eye-catching, so she could only huddle beside the table in the corner.
"Love Gu!" There were three or four tables of diners sitting in the inn. She suddenly heard someone say it, her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but prick up her ears.
"I heard that the love poison of that witch is more poisonous than the Miaojiang blood silkworm!" The scarred escort sitting at the Northeast table slammed the table and laughed, shaking the cups on the table.
"What a sin!" sighed the cloth merchant next to him, wrapping his robe tightly around his waist. "Seven of the Cao Gang's cargo ships sank at Miaoziji. That's the chaos that caused the Yaowang Valley's golden needles to kill people. And now we have the Tianji Pavilion's waterway support. How can we make a living?"
Qing Guiyu suddenly tightened the bamboo chopsticks holding the soup dumpling, and the soup dripped out and fell into his other hand.
Shen Juansheng sat next to her, suddenly turned sideways, rolled up the drop of soup with his fingertips, and licked it on his lips.
"Not bad," he nodded and smiled at her, "very good craftsmanship."
"Alas, Chen Tianji is also infatuated. He covered up for her even after being bewitched by such an evil spell." The scarred escort was obviously deeply involved in the underworld, and he drummed his hands on the table. "The Medicine King Valley is really powerful, tsk tsk."
Qing Guiyu stirred the bamboo chopsticks in the tea for a long time and washed them three times.
Suddenly, an old man in shorts at the next table said in a sinister voice, "What's with the Chen Tianji?! I'd say that Master Jin Sheng is a fool! What's with the ever-changing Tianji? He was poisoned by a witch and became so soft as to bend your fingers! Now he has to crawl to her feet!"
Qing Guiyu's hand trembled, and the bamboo chopsticks knocked against the edge of the bowl. Chen Juansheng chuckled beside her, and Mingsi flashed as he handed over a cup of new tea and placed it in front of her.
"You're praising me. You're saying I'm henpecked." He said softly.
"A perfect plan? All in the hands of a witch!" said the scarred man. "How can I be called a master of destiny when I'm tied to a woman's love poison?"
"Be careful," the old man sneered, "The Tianji Pavilion won't tolerate such talk. They wiped out the Snow Mountain Sect and the Thousand Machine Sect back then. Can you afford to offend them?"
"Why can't you afford to offend me? I'm afraid it's retribution! I heard that Master Jin Sheng couldn't resist the mercy Gu, so he had to kneel down every day to suck the blood from the fingertips of that witch to stay alive!"
Everyone laughed. At this point, Shen Juansheng seemed a little shaken, a slight blush appeared on his face, and he glanced vaguely at Qing Guiyu's fingers.
She hastily dropped her chopsticks and put her hands under the table.
Chen Juansheng looked at her with bright eyes, a hint of a smile on his brow. He placed his crystal-wrapped hand on the spot where the three inverted golden needles hung from his heart, the dangling silk thread tangling with his black belt.
He just smiled at her with his lips pursed, as if saying to her, look, aren't these three needles love poisons?
It's so heartbreaking.
Heart-breaking.
This is Master Jinsheng's heart-breaking plan to get himself into trouble.
Everyone thought that the witch had put a love spell on her, and Mr. Jinsheng, the man and his name, were the first to be affected.
Who the witch is is not a big deal. The mastermind of Tianji, Master Jinsheng, is well-known in the martial arts world. Who wouldn't want to see the man who lives in danger on the top of the mountain fall to the mortal world and be smashed to pieces?
"Chen Juansheng," she pulled her hand away, her teeth almost breaking as she whispered to him, "As the Pavilion Master, don't you care about the reputation of the Tianji Pavilion?"
"Hmm." Shen Yansheng was very calm, stroking the teacup with his hand, his eyelashes drooping, and he said softly, imitating her, "The fame belongs to them, and the reputation belongs to you."
I can't stay in this inn for a moment.
Qing Guiyu stood up suddenly, picked up Cuizhu in his hand and turned to leave.
Shen Juansheng's gaze followed her closely, watching her pick up the bamboo, then put the teacup on the table, lifted her long sleeves, revealing the crystal silk coiled on her hands.
"It's rare that Miss Qing shows any interest in my Tianji Pavilion today," he said, clapping his hands. Although he was still smiling, his tone was very cold. "Chaofeng. Pulao. Since you can't listen any more, why don't you just come out and meet me?"
Qing Guiyu was startled. There was a sound of a hidden weapon breaking through the air. The green bamboo in her hand rose rapidly, and the sunlight outside the window suddenly swayed.
Shen's voice was faster than hers. The moment Qing Guiyu was embraced by the dark embrace, several silver lights broke through the window and entered. The crystal silk in his sleeve had already wrapped around the beam. Using this force, he grabbed her and retreated quickly.
"Young Pavilion Master, what a good mood!" Someone outside was heard shouting sarcastically, "Take this witch to your final meal! Don't humiliate the reputation of Chiwen!"
Young Master Jin Sheng smiled, let go of Qing Guiyu, and with his black robe fluttering, he went down to the second floor of the inn.
"Even if Jiansheng's skills are weak, he can't be killed by a few hidden weapons. It's just that I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see Miss Qing angry today."
Qing Guiyu leaped forward and when he reached the outside of the building, he had already landed on a horse. The hair on his neck was tied up with the golden thread he had used before. The black and gold shone, and the mixture was a bit dazzling in the sunlight.
The black-robed young man held the reins, beneath which lay a light bridle and flowing saddle. He looked up at her, his brow stained with a hint of gold from the sunny day, and the crystal silk in his hand swung back.
"If you stay here, Miss Qing might be in danger. Let me go back and take care of some housework at Tianji Pavilion." He looked around, then looked up and smiled at her, "Don't be afraid, Miss Qing will be fine."
The horse neighed in pain. Shen Jiansheng was still looking at her, his eyes clear and bright, his gaze full of emotion.
"Jiansheng has eaten the young lady's meal, and it's time for him to leave. Now I'm giving Miss Qing a life-saving prescription after the meal," he finally said, extending two slender fingers, placing them next to her cheek, and whispering, "Gansui. Baiji."
Chen Juansheng whipped the reins in his hand and spurred his horse into a gallop. The horse jolted, and he coughed a few times, covering his mouth. Several strands of silk traced a beautiful arc behind him.
Young Master Jin Sheng turned around, placed one last finger on his lips, smiled, and continued.
"Arisaema."
*
When Qing Guiyu heard Chen Juansheng say this, she had no time to hesitate. Seeing that several people from Tianji Pavilion were chasing after Chen Juansheng, she immediately used the Tingyu Step Technique and walked south.
Shen Juansheng deliberately lured so many people out. He was still suffering from the cold poison and at least for now, he didn't want her to die.
Ginseng.
Bletilla striata.
She was indeed a little angry. He rode away in a deep voice, leaving her to play this riddle.
I was a little tired from walking, and my heart was pounding. But when I heard the name of the medicine, something seemed to come to my mind.
The inn was heading south, and the river bank was not far away. Qing Guiyu looked towards it and walked towards it. The sound of the river waves was unexpectedly calm, and the waves were wide. She looked around.
It was late afternoon, the first sign of spring sunshine. I could feel a gentle breeze against my hair, and looking out over the river, I saw a fine mist drifting away, the clouds dispersing.
Qing Guiyu gripped the bamboo tightly, a surge of fear or anger surging in his chest. Some of his loose hair trembled slightly in the river breeze, swaying as if it were hanging on the edge of a cliff.
Suddenly, her knuckles turning white from gripping the bamboo, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and her eyes couldn't help but redden. She saw that person standing on a small boat, crossing the river from the center of the river in the backlight.
A plain robe sash was lifted by the wind. Lu Guiyan, stroking the Wuwang sword, stood alone at the bow, a long ripple trailing from the stern.
The river was as clear as silk, and his robe fluttered lightly, stained with layers of blood, a chaotic mixture of red and ochre. Suddenly, it seemed as if he was wearing white clothes and feathers, and the red clouds were shining, as if he had merged with the scenery of the river.
The light waves under the boat shattered his reflection, which was set against the clear river and algae around him, reflecting the bright rapids. At that time, the water of the river was connected upstream and downstream.
Lu Guiyan tilted his head and looked at her.
Gan Sui dispels water, Bai Ji stops bleeding, and Arisaema soothes the mind and calms nerves.
Young Master Jin Sheng used himself as a medicine inducer.
It turns out that this was the life-saving prescription given to her.
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