Chapter 27 I'll go and persuade them. The young master is still tied up in the bureau, so let's talk for a while...
Chapter 28 I'll Go and Persuade Them
The dusk was falling, and the setting sun was blood-red, casting a mottled shadow on the driveway.
Qing Guiyu stretched out his hand to stop him, but Chen Juansheng had already lifted the curtain and walked out.
She looked through the gap in the curtains and saw dozens of horsemen holding swords surrounding the carriage, the stirrups of their horses reflecting the setting sun. The leading ones each held a pair of scimitars, their eyes fixed on the young man in black like hawks.
Chen Juansheng was still weak after the onset of the cold poison, so he leaned against the side of the cart, his body slightly tilted.
This young master Jin Sheng was leaning against the wall, his head slightly raised, the silk blindfold fluttering in the wind. His pale complexion looked even more sickly in the blood-red setting sun, and the golden threads that bound his hands glowed faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun.
He had just shown his prowess in the Cao Gang, and everyone had heard of Tianji Baibian's fierce killing moves. But now he was blind and his hands were tied.
Within two days, the startled swan reflected its shadow and turned into a black phoenix with broken wings.
This situation was so strange and tragic that it was frightening. Everyone looked at each other in confusion and did not dare to act rashly.
"Chen Tianji," the leading man reined in his horse and bowed, his gaze sharp as a knife as he surveyed him. "At the Cao Gang's birthday banquet the other day, Young Master Jin Sheng was renowned far and wide. How did he suddenly end up in such a predicament?"
He paused, then said coldly, "My master does not wish to be an enemy of the Tianji Pavilion. Since Shen Tianji is in trouble now, he should just leave. I hope you won't interfere with us."
"Okay." The blind young man nodded and smiled. "You all have come a long way to attack. You truly are a group of talented people. It's rare to see such united efforts on such a matter. Are you all willing to spare my life?"
The restless clatter of horses' hooves could be heard. The leader exchanged glances with the people around him, a hint of suspicion flashing in their eyes.
"Is Shen Tianji really blind?" he asked tentatively, "Can you recognize us?"
Young Master Jin Sheng chuckled and said, "Chen Juansheng is naturally blind. However, even a blind man knows good from bad. If a disciple of the Tianji Pavilion were to use whistling arrows and whistling arrows to indicate their position when they attack, they would truly be the pavilion's number one loser."
He paused. Although his words were vicious, his tone was very calm. He continued, "Since you have been sent to deal with me, you are naturally elite. Why do you need to fire a flare? We are not under the same command, so this is just a signal."
"Hmm." He tilted his head, as if trying to determine his bearings, and asked, "So, am I right?"
Although Master Jinsheng was blind and could not see the faces of the people on the opposite side, Qing Guiyu was watching from afar behind the curtain. When he saw the sudden change in the expressions of those people, he knew that they were hit by Chen Juansheng's attack, and the other party was speechless for a moment.
Seeing the other party's silence, Chen Juansheng leaned against the shaft of the cart gently, coughed softly a few times, and the corner of his mouth still had that faint smile on it.
"Alright. Everyone, please discuss among yourselves who will take Shen Jiansheng's life first? Otherwise, if reinforcements from the Tianji Pavilion arrive, it will be difficult for you to take action."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere around them suddenly became stagnant, and even the wind seemed to stop for a moment.
The leader asked in a cold voice, "Did Shen Tianji know that there were disciples from the Tianji Pavilion ahead? I'm afraid he's trying to trick us, isn't he?"
Young Master Jin Sheng raised his head, the golden threads binding his hands flickering in the twilight. In this situation, he actually laughed out loud.
"That's funny. You're all so hurried, chasing us from behind on horseback. It's almost dark, and you can't wait until nightfall to take action. If there weren't people from my Tianji Pavilion out front, could they be setting up a banquet for you to celebrate your victory?"
Just like a towering figure standing on a high platform, he drew his bow and drew his arrow. In the midst of laughter and conversation, he hit the target with both arrows, piercing through people's hearts.
This opening and closing strategy, which delayed the enemy's attack and directly hit the vital points, caused hesitation on all sides, and no one dared to act rashly. Everyone was afraid that they would be the first to act and fall into his trap.
The last rays of the setting sun shone on the golden thread bound in his hand, glittering brightly and startling some horses slightly. The neighing and stomping of horses around him echoed in the air, but no one dared to cross the line of life and death drawn with words.
Everyone hesitated for a moment, still hesitating to move forward. They feared losing out to others, yet they also feared they would suffer heavy losses. Some believed his blindness was genuine, yet felt even more wary. Some were certain the blindfold and hand-binding was a feint, yet they dared not advance. Still others were horrified that he, unable to see or lift his hands, had managed to make such a deduction, and they found him all the more terrifying.
As dusk deepened, this suspicion grew stronger. Although he didn't know whether his hand was bound blindly or not, everyone knew that Tianji Baibian's blood-clotting string was powerful and had lured and killed countless masters with it.
Young Master Jin Sheng's frail frame was unhurried, devoid of any murderous aura, yet everyone could sense the subtle trembling of the silk threads at his fingertips, each constantly on guard against his attempt to break free and strike back. For a moment, each of these impromptu allies wished someone else would strike first, so they could better understand Young Master Jin Sheng's true strengths and weaknesses.
The gambling business, which was originally a fight for life, became complicated in an instant after he aroused a hint of doubt.
The invisible thread of life and death still lay in everyone's mind, and no one dared to cross the line.
The wind, carrying the evening chill, rustled the branches of distant trees. The dozens of riders exchanged glances. The leader's face was uncertain, his scimitar trembling slightly, yet he hesitated to lower it. He glanced at his companion, who also looked suspicious.
Is now truly the right time? Putting aside Young Master Jin Sheng's own falsehoods, who has put him in this predicament? Everyone is filled with doubt and fear, their minds scattered. The road ahead is long, so is it truly impossible to find a better opportunity than today?
After a moment's silence, the man finally reined in his horse and took a step back. He bowed to Chen Tianji in a low voice, not caring whether Chen Tianji could see or not. "Chen Tianji, let's end today's matter. But the road ahead is long, and we'll meet again later." He then waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.
The sound of horse hooves gradually rose as dozens of riders slowly turned around, retracing their steps along the road, gradually moving further away. Qing Guiyu peered through the gap in the curtains, watching the figures fade into the dusk. Her tense nerves finally relaxed a little. She breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Chen Juansheng, and whispered, "They're gone."
Chen Juansheng lowered his head, his black hair scattered, flowing down along the silk ribbon of his blindfold, sliding along his slender neck and into the depths of his clothes, and smiled at her.
Qing Guiyu nodded and was about to tell the driver to set off, but she saw Chen Juansheng suddenly raise his hands that were bound by gold wire, and lightly tap his lips with his slender fingers, making a gesture of silence.
"Don't move." He leaned against the shaft of the cart, still looking frail. Despite his sickly appearance, he managed to exude a great deal of character. He smiled and said, "Miss Qing, let's talk about this. One of them will have to come back eventually."
Qing Guiyu looked around, holding the bamboo flute in his hand, and nodded, "Do you want me to go take a look?"
He said in a deep voice, "Since they came back secretly, they dared not act rashly. Those who wanted to take action would have done so long ago."
Qing Guiyu stared at him and said, "You said you wanted to persuade them, so this is your way of persuading them?"
Young Master Jin Sheng tilted his head, a few strands of black hair drooping over the silk ribbon covering his eyes, his expression innocent. "How can I not persuade them? Isn't this very obedient?"
Before he could finish his words, a sudden sound of horses neighing and the sound of rapid hooves could be heard in the distance. Qing Guiyu was startled and held his bamboo flute horizontally in front of him.
A horseman came galloping over, carrying a short sword and a dark complexion. Qing Guiyu took a closer look and recognized that it was the Cao Gang man who had assassinated Elder Lei of Jiaotang at the birthday banquet.
Seeing Qing Guiyu on guard, the man raised his hand and wiped his face. As he moved, his facial features changed immediately, and the human skin mask disappeared, revealing the face of a young man - it turned out to be the young man called "Pulao" from Tianji Pavilion.
"Sir," he bowed to Chen Jiansheng on his horse and said respectfully, "The leader of the "Baxia" building is here to greet you."
Chen Juansheng nodded, and Qing Guiyu looked in the direction where Pulao came from, only to see more than ten riders surrounding a beautifully decorated oil-painted carriage coming towards them.
The car stopped in front of them, the curtain of the oil-walled car suddenly opened, and a person jumped out.
She was actually a girl of thirteen or fourteen, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with countless gorgeous and intricate hairpins and earrings adorning her hair. Even with so many jewels covering her entire body, she couldn't hide her childishness.
"No one died?"
The young girl, somewhere between a young girl and a young girl, jumped off the shaft, stretched her head, and stood on tiptoe, looking around. "I came downstairs with so many people to help the young master clean up the mess, and yet there's no body here?"
Chen Juansheng smiled and covered his lips. Although he couldn't see, he seemed to know where Qing Guiyu was. He tilted his head towards her and coughed twice.
The girl looked at Master Jinsheng with a look of understanding, even rolling her eyes. Then she turned to Pulao and stared at him angrily.
"Fool, idiot!" The girl pointed a finger adorned with gold and jade at the young man known as Pulao and shouted angrily, "You act so recklessly, and yet you're allowed to be caught? If you're the leader of the Pulao Tower of the Tianji Pavilion, you're probably still a very young man!"
The young girl was so young, yet she was so rude in her instructions. Her tone was fierce and sharp. The boy lowered his head, looking very embarrassed and as if he was very afraid of her.
After she said this, she turned to Qing Guiyu and said,
"The leader of the "Baxia" building, that's not nice to hear," the girl said to her in a delicate voice, with her hands behind her back, "please don't call me that."
"My name is Qing Guiyu, and mine is Li Chengjin. They might not be my real names, but I can't say they're all fake either." The girl bowed her head, looked at her closely, and said with a smile, "Let's both take a step back. I won't ask you, and you won't bother me. Is that okay?"
The little girl's behavior and speech were very strange. Qing Guiyu was secretly puzzled, so he smiled at her.
"Sister," the girl who called herself Li Chengjin nodded, glanced at her, turned around and sat on the oil-painted carriage, her jewelry jingling, her two exquisite embroidered shoes dangling from below, and said to Qing Guiyu,
"I'll arrange for you to go to Medicine King Valley. I'll ask Cheng Jin to help. But I advise you to stay with our Pavilion Master for a few more days."
Her dark eyes rolled, she curled her lips and smiled cunningly.
"I'm afraid it can save a lot of lives. Compared to renting out all the hospitals in Yuzhou City and treating patients for ten or eight years, it will accumulate merit faster."
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