Chapter 23: The peerless master, Master Shen, is so public...
Chapter 23
Before the two of them fell to the ground, Qing Guiyu wished he could die from the impact.
She closed her eyes, the blood rushing to her cheeks in a flush faster than she could perform Qinggong. A cool breeze from the river brushed her cheek, and she felt herself spinning in mid-air as the person beneath her embraced her lightly and dropped to the ground.
"Miss Qing," the cold fingertips touched the eyelids, and Master Jinsheng said in a tone that was so gentle that it was almost cruel,
"It's time to get up."
These four short words made Qing Guiyu break out in a cold sweat.
She suddenly opened her eyes, played the bamboo flute rapidly, and leaped forward, attempting to break free from his embrace. Shen Jiansheng reacted with remarkable speed, grabbing her right wrist with his flipping hand. A few strands of golden silk slithered through, and with a sound of ripping silk, her sleeve ripped, revealing her scarred forearm.
Over a hundred members of the Cao Gang looked up and saw the young man in black clothes gracefully stepping on the falling flag, the tip of the young woman's green bamboo flute pressed against his heart. The flag cloth fell, covering the corners of their entangled clothes.
Everyone was shocked at that moment, and there was complete silence on and off the platform.
"Okay." Chen Juansheng glanced at Qing Guiyu's arm and nodded, completely ignoring the hundreds of eyes fixed on his heart, the tips of the bamboo flutes. He looked around and said to the people on the stage, "Old Gang Leader Long, friends of the Cao Gang, I'm sorry for the inconvenience of greeting you."
Gang Leader Long and the three elders below him exchanged a glance. Although they were shocked and confused, they couldn't react immediately. They could only ask him, "Nephew of Tianji Pavilion, why is this happening?"
Young Master Jinsheng glanced at her, his gaze full of affection, tears streaming down his cheeks. It was as if what he had been hiding from wasn't a flag but a mandarin duck tent.
"We two arrived early. But seeing the old gang leader asking about the heroes of Medicine King Valley, Juansheng couldn't help but have something to say."
Among the three people at the bottom, an old man with a long beard sat upright on a black wooden snake chair. He twirled his beard and his eyes wandered over Qing Guiyu. "I heard that Shen Tianji has been in some trouble recently. Why didn't you go back to the pavilion to deal with it, but instead came to my gang to cause trouble?"
He was concerned about Shen Juansheng's reputation and didn't want to mention the word "love poison" in public. But Shen Juansheng didn't care at all and said softly, "Elder Peng, you're joking. What trouble is bothering me? It's me who's bothering her."
The young man in black turned his head and smiled at Qing Guiyu, his expression full of emotion, like the hazy moon shining on the river.
"Although Miss Qing still remembers our old friendship, I am very stingy. Ever since Chen Juansheng became Miss Qing's slave, I have been thinking about her day and night, not a single day without thinking about her—"
On the high platform, everyone saw him pull up the girl's wrist, sneer, and turn away. His other hand pointed directly at the people of Medicine King Valley, a long golden thread, dragging a dangerous light. He asked sternly, word by word,
"——Who severed Miss Qing's tendons that day?"
"Quiet!" Qing Guiyu shouted angrily, "Shut up!"
She pressed hard, the bamboo tip pressing down on his chest, drawing a few bloody marks. Young Master Jin Sheng looked down, then raised his head, his heart soaked with blood, his words filled with decadence.
He spoke softly to her from the high platform, "Miss Qing is unhappy. When we return, we will punish her or punish her, and it's up to you to do as you please."
Qing Guiyu's face was originally flushed due to embarrassment, but now she was so angry that she turned pale.
It would have been fine if he had disguised himself as a love poison and made her look bad in public.
The Medicine King Valley needle murder had already been flawed, leaving room for rebuttal. But now, in front of everyone, he had brought the incident upon himself with a few words. Under the pretense of blaming her, he publicly attacked her, personally severing the last vestiges of friendship between her and her former mentor and friend.
Why use a knife to kill? Why cage to imprison?
Deep affection and secret color, just heart-breaking.
Elder Han Shuo of the Law Enforcement Hall of Yaowang Valley, who became famous in his middle age and was known for his prudence and uprightness, did not get angry at the moment and said thoughtfully,
"Qing Guiyu, the abandoned disciple of Yaowang Valley, is a matter within our sect. How can the Tianji Pavilion insist on intervening in such a matter? Pavilion Master Chen, are you not afraid of damaging your reputation by acting like this in public?"
The young man in black turned around, looked around at the people on and off the platform, and bowed to Elder Han.
"We, the sons of Jianghu, live in seclusion in the mountains and overlook the imperial court."
He smiled and said, "He is extremely passionate and can sing and cry. He is a true gentleman with a natural elegance."
He wore a black robe and wore black hair, with streaks of golden threads in the middle. At first glance, he looked just like the black-robed disciple of the past, who was so unrestrained and romantic when he was in seclusion.
Young Master Jin Sheng withdrew his hand, his black clothes swaying seductively, and parted the tips of the green bamboo flute. The fingers holding the silk thread slanted across his heart, and the fingertips were stained with blood on his chest. He asked in return,
"Miss Meng Qing, you are so grateful for not abandoning me and giving me this love poison. We will naturally be entangled in a lifelong love affair. How can it damage my reputation?"
Those who practiced martial arts in the Jianghu often prided themselves on their chivalrous spirit and looked down upon the imperial court's lackeys. Some relied on their unique skills to look down on the world, while others, believing their pride was unbreakable, looked down upon the nobles. His words seemed to resonate with everyone.
Most of the rough-and-tumble men in the Cao Gang below the stage only had one wife. Hearing him say that, he felt a little proud: Although the world is full of hardships, he still keeps his sincere heart.
There were also those who had many wives and concubines in their families. After hearing this, they actually felt a sense of superiority, thinking that even if they had to live on the edge of a knife, they still enjoyed more happiness than this man.
Then some people among the crowd nodded secretly and said yes quietly.
He is truly the master of divine secrets. He is accustomed to using just a few words to entangle the spiritual threads and disperse people's hearts.
Qing Guiyu couldn't help but take a step back and look around. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He almost suspected that he was the successor of Huangdi's third needle for diagnosing disordered emotions.
Young Master Jin Sheng was already extremely handsome, and now he compared himself to a famous scholar of the past. He stood high on the platform, his sleeves dangling in the night breeze, and with the flaming flags fluttering on either side, he looked even more extraordinary, a peerless young master.
Old Gang Leader Long sat on the high platform. Seeing Shen Juansheng confronting the people from Medicine King Valley, he exchanged glances with the three elders below him.
"My dear nephew," said the old leader, Long, after a moment's hesitation, "things are complicated right now. How about we step aside for now and discuss this elsewhere?"
The thin middle-aged man on the Panjiao Seat made eye contact with Elder Peng on the Snake Seat, and seemed to be about to say something.
"Old Gang Leader," Shen Juansheng responded first, a sickly flush spreading up his neck. He breathed slightly, one hand tightly clutching the front of his shirt, his brows fixed on the stage. "If I can't figure this out today, I'm afraid I'll die here."
Young Master Jin Sheng grabbed Qing Guiyu's wrist and lifted her scarred forearm, his gaze moving slowly over it. He then turned to look at the people in Medicine King Valley, the gentleness in his eyes slowly fading, taking on a sharp, sinister gleam.
Qing Guiyu felt as if her arm were being licked by a scarlet venomous snake. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on her and the two of them. It was the first time in her life that she had been subjected to so many gazes. Her face flushed red, almost dripping blood. She wanted to raise her head, then lower it, clenching the bamboo flute in her hands.
She was so panicked that she tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't. Qing Guiyu glanced at the people around her, then at Chen Juansheng, but she didn't dare look at Elder Han and his former fellow disciples sitting in the center. She felt as if her heart was about to burst into her throat, as if thousands of tiny needles were pricking the edges of her chest.
Master Jin Sheng's hands were tightly clasped around her wrists. Seeing her struggle, he lowered his head, his eyelashes and lips trembling, clutching the bloodstain on his chest tightly, as if the three life-threatening injections in his heart were suddenly very painful.
"Miss Qing, don't be afraid,"
He raised his head and said this, just as she had comforted the cold-stricken young man in the medicine house in the valley. He comforted her softly, but he didn't say anything else, just repeated, "Don't be afraid."
Shen Juansheng's cold power was sealed, so the life-threatening needle couldn't possibly hurt him at this moment, not to mention that he was already a light pain sensor. Naturally, she couldn't believe him, but she just wondered with despair, what was this person trying to do?
"Let me go," she whispered to him, taking into consideration the people around them. "You want to make me an enemy of the valley and completely eliminate the possibility of me returning to Medicine King Valley, right?"
She remembered her junior brother's promise the day before to help her return to the valley, her former senior brothers and sisters in the valley, and the honeysuckle and stone orchid in the old medicine hut. Although she couldn't possibly return, she was deeply saddened by the sudden demise of this last glimmer of hope. She gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening.
At that moment, Shen Juansheng didn't answer, but just stared at her intently. She felt the river go silent, the firelight stagnant, as if everything had stopped pulsating.
But Master Jin Sheng only paused for a moment, breathing in and out. He turned his head and looked around, saying calmly, "Everyone knows that Medicine King Valley's medical skills are extraordinary. Don't you all want to know how they can use their skills to heal injuries like these? What kind of ingenious method is this?"
At this moment, there was a sound of clinking bells over there. Lu Guiyan, hidden in the white robe, took a step forward and shook his head towards the stage.
Shen Juansheng turned around indifferently, his eyes falling on Lu Guiyan, as if he had just noticed his existence, his expression was somewhat unpredictable.
"Brother Lu," he said with a smile, "I haven't seen Lu Baiyi for many years. You're dressed more and more like a mourner. Whose family are you going to announce the death to?"
In recent days at the ferry, Bai Yi Wuwang killed many of his men. These words were three parts sweet and poisonous, seven parts cold and extremely sarcastic.
Lu Guiyan walked slowly over, glanced to the side, remained unmoved, his expression still as calm as the waves behind a river, and said coldly,
"Pavilion Master Chen relies on people's mercy to survive. He still has the leisure to care about the lives of others."
As he walked, he drew the Wuwang longsword from his side. When the sword was unsheathed, it brought up a half arc of frost and snow. The light flickered, and the shadow of the sword trembled slightly, like the swaying feathers of a crane.
Lu Guiyan walked forward alone, standing tall and straight, his white belt fluttering, the tip of his sword pointed diagonally towards the platform, and said calmly,
"I picked her tendons."
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