Chapter 19 This promise is worthless. The golden thread lingers under his clothes...
Chapter 19
The old man called Chaofeng had a pair of small round black eyes like a mouse, and a fine iron pipe dangling from his right hand. Hearing him say this, he chuckled in a hoarse voice.
"Our Master is so merciful today, just letting that fellow go and letting him get away?"
Shen Juansheng casually shook off the blood stains on his wrist.
"When besieging an army, leave a gap; when desperate, don't pursue the enemy." He said slowly, "Leave them a way out. If I kill them all, won't these people fight me to the death every time?"
The old man held his pipe and carefully examined the corpses scattered on the ground, as if he was not looking at people, but appreciating some goods.
"It's not easy for Chaofeng Tower to train a warrior like this." The old man took a puff of his pipe and said sarcastically, "It's a pity to let this man go. It's such a pity."
"Having experienced the road of life, how can one become a dead soldier in the future?" The young man in black clothes said slowly, turning the cold stove in his hand.
"A trapped beast that has seen the light, once it escapes, will want to escape a second time, a third time, and countless times."
"It's useless. There's nothing to regret." Young Master Jin Sheng lowered his eyes and continued, "Even the rest of their men will be a little shaken in their thinking."
"Hey!" the old man exclaimed in admiration, patting his pipe. "What an idea! I've really lived like a dog in this life! Brother Pulao, you didn't die in vain!"
Qing Guiyu was puzzled. If so, this old man was actually one of the two who attacked Shen Juansheng that day? Why did Shen Juansheng allow him to follow him now? Why did he say that Pulao was dead?
Unable to contain her curiosity, she opened the door and let the three people in, wanting to see the other person's appearance clearly.
The room was small to begin with, so it seemed a bit crowded. She held the bamboo flute and sat down on the edge of the bed.
The other man was a young man of sixteen or seventeen, dressed in sharp clothes and with a short sword at his waist. He bowed solemnly to her. His attitude was completely different from the old man's, and he spoke respectfully, "Pulao greets the young lady."
Chaofeng seemed to have read her thoughts. He tapped his pipe lightly on the stool by the window and said slowly,
"Little girl, you don't have to be afraid. The previous Pulao is dead." He said in a hoarse voice, and then looked at Chen Juansheng with eyes full of resentment, not hiding his hatred at all.
"After that day, Chaofeng was still alive and standing here, but he also paid a price."
He raised his arm, only to see that his left arm was completely broken from the forearm, not at the joint. It was obviously severed in an extremely painful way.
Shen Juansheng looked at him, covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed lightly.
The old man stopped talking, lit his pipe, and just watched coldly, laughing. The young man bowed to Chen Juansheng again.
"Pulao is the new leader and will not let Young Master and Miss Qing down."
Qing Guiyu held his forehead with his hand.
no,
How did it become "Young Master and Young Miss"?
What does this have to do with her?
Moreover, the old man and the young man from Tianji Pavilion look too dangerous, don’t they?
She turned the bamboo flute in her hand and thought carefully.
"Shen Juansheng, your——"
Qing Guiyu looked at the corpses lying in the yard, and thought of the pursuit of the two envoys from Yaowang Valley. If he put aside the matter of love Gu for the time being and only considered saving her life, it could barely be considered a good intention.
So she nodded, looking directly at Chen Juansheng, "I appreciate your kindness. But these two seem really..."
Not very reassuring.
"Sir," Chao Feng continued in a hoarse voice, "this sweetheart you're looking for is quite thoughtful! She's so cautious, I'm afraid she doesn't even realize how dangerous the situation is right now!"
Chen Juansheng glanced at the old man, revealing a rare fierce look. Chaofeng immediately fell silent and raised his pipe.
"Miss Qing," Chen Juansheng said slowly as he gently placed the cold stove in his hand on the table, "Don't worry too much, even though Chaofeng is indeed unreliable."
He sneered, a rare occurrence, and continued, "Loyalty is merely a temporary condition. It's wonderful if you have it. If you don't have it, I won't force it."
Shen Juansheng sat down beside her and placed his hand wrapped in gold silk on hers, as if to comfort her. His eyes were bright and his voice was soft.
"Miss Qing, please rest assured. My silk thread can kill people faster than theirs."
Qing Guiyu didn't answer him. Instead, she took out the imitation gold needle that Lu Guiyan had brought a few days ago and placed it in front of him.
"If we really want to talk about killing people, this golden needle that killed people is different from the one in Yaowang Valley. The needle tip only has six spirals."
She said, looking straight at him,
"It's fake. Shen Yansheng, you can't make a mistake about this."
She put the imitation gold needle against his neck and asked coldly,
"What did you do? You'd better tell the truth."
He lowered his eyelashes and remained silent. Chaofeng and Pulao glanced over at the same time, and seeing their young master remained silent, they were also somewhat hesitant.
Shen Juansheng made a gesture to stop them, and the two looked at each other, bowed, and left the room one after another.
He suddenly chuckled, as if he was actually happy.
"I did make a small substitution, Qing-Miss," he said, looking down at her hand at his throat.
"If I die, this flaw should be able to clear your grievances and keep you safe."
One of his hands was clutching the spot where the life-saving needle was buried in front of his heart, and the other hand covering her suddenly clenched tightly, leaning in close, and putting his lips to her ear. His tone was sincere and graceful, like the color of the spring breeze and the bright misty moon.
"--If I'm lucky enough to still be alive, with the Tianji Pavilion's ability to lay clues to Yaowang Valley, I should be able to help resolve the troubles in the young lady's sect."
There was a chill in her hand, which was held by Young Master Jin Sheng, as if a poisonous snake, the most brilliant red in color, was coiled there before dying.
This beautiful serpent spits out his poisonous letter as an invitation and also as a persuasion.
Turn your hand and it becomes clouds, turn it back and it becomes rain. Fortune and misfortune depend on each other and are in the palm of your hand.
It turned out that this was Shen Juansheng, the mastermind behind the scheme, planning a way out for her in the situation. It was a tiny ray of light amidst the encircling darkness.
Human nature is like this. Just like he said before, if she runs away once, there will be a second time, a third time, and then she will run away from him for the rest of her life.
Choosing to rely on the sound of engraving is very easy.
He even kept all the backup plans in place, so he was sure that he could easily solve all her current difficulties.
As long as she was willing to be tied to him obediently and cure his cold poison.
Qing Guiyu turned her head and saw the crimson mole at the corner of his eye that had once shed blood at such a close distance.
Her chaotic nature was truly powerful, and it had created the most troublesome person in the world.
Shen Juansheng leaned his head over, passed the imitation gold needle, and leaned on her shoulder. His jet-black hair flowed in front of him, and he closed his eyes peacefully.
"Even if I harm everyone in the world, I will never harm Miss Qing."
*
It is really hard to say whether this statement is true or false.
Seven years ago, it was also this green bamboo flute that Qing Guiyu angrily knocked on the edge of the medicine bed.
“Master Shen,” she said angrily, “Instead of telling me the truth, you teach me how to heal it?”
The young man lowered his head, not looking at her, but biting his lips. His jet-black hair hung in his hands, which were clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned a little white.
Seeing him like this, Qing Guiyu sighed helplessly, turned around and took out a handkerchief from the cupboard.
"Wipe it off," she handed him the handkerchief and pointed to his mouth, "it's bleeding."
She grumbled inwardly, thinking that this man was too weak to bear even the slightest beating or scolding. Whenever she showed any harshness towards him, she would appear to be in great difficulty.
The young man realized it later. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and only reacted when he saw the blood.
His hair was scattered, probably because he had just squeezed it too hard and a few strands fell off. Qing Guiyu felt a little guilty, so she sat behind him, stretched out her hand, and gathered the hair on the side of his neck.
The boy's back trembled. She was afraid of startling him again, so she tried to use a gentler voice to comfort him.
"I just wanted to ask you about the principle behind your sect's clavicle wedge method of prolonging life. Perhaps I can learn something from it."
She raised her hand, took off a piece of her hairband, and tied the boy's hair loosely, but she didn't tie it too tightly, just for fear of hurting him.
"It won't hurt much," he said now, his tone very slowly, as if he was hesitating.
"Bone-eroding nails. I was nailed with them when I was six. To practice the Cold Marrow Technique, I need to use them to temporarily prolong my life."
Qing Guiyu nodded. It turned out that due to the cold poison, the boy was not very sensitive to pain. No wonder he had bitten his mouth and bled without even realizing it.
She didn't say anything. The boy moved in front of her, looking a little uneasy.
"Isn't this... okay? Miss Qing?"
"Not so good." She looked up and thought for a moment, "If I don't feel pain, I won't know how others feel."
She frowned, "Easy to hurt people, isn't it?"
The young man nodded silently, stroked his newly combed hair, and said softly,
"Even if I harm everyone in the world, I will never harm Miss Qing."
*
We should listen to what he says and also watch what he does. Later it seemed that he enjoyed the harm very much.
In just these few short days after their reunion, Chen Juansheng must have used all sorts of tricks on her: disguising himself as a love poison, killing people with golden needles, blaming Yaowang Valley, and ambushing Lu Guiyan.
Not only her, but also everyone else was involved.
Qing Guiyu gritted her teeth in anger, suddenly raised her hand and grabbed his collar, turned over, pushed him down on the bed behind her, bent her knees and pinned him down. The bamboo flute spun, coldly pressing against his throat,
Shen Juansheng seemed to have not expected her to do this. He was caught off guard and suppressed by her. He was stunned for a moment, and his pupils dilated slightly.
"Shen Yansheng," she gritted her teeth, each word like a knife, "You are pretending to be nice, are you trying to make me owe you a favor?"
However, Shen Jiansheng was staring at her from below, as if he had not heard her question, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
She shook her head, sneering inwardly. How could she possibly see confusion on Young Master Jin Sheng's face? Why would someone as calm and composed as him pretend to be like this?
"The wild cat I fed yesterday brought two mice to my front doorstep today. Should I be grateful and offer it as an offering?"
She suddenly felt his body trembling slightly. The bamboo flute was pressed against his throat. The young man's Adam's apple rolled and his eyes shifted to the side, no longer looking directly at her.
Golden silk threads were intertwined messily under his clothes, quietly emerging from the sleeves near his neck.
As if making up her mind, Shen Juansheng turned her head back. The cinnabar-colored mole was as red as blood. Suddenly, the black sleeves on both sides dimmed her vision.
"……ah,"
A sigh-like tone slipped past her ears. His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving violently, and his trembling hands slowly rose, gently and lightly holding her temples.
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