Chapter 34 Returning to the old place, waiting for you to return the jade
Chapter 34
Come to think of it, ever since Qing Guiyu was a teenager, there has almost never been a time when he asked this junior brother to do something for him that he failed to betray him.
At this time, the master passed away suddenly, and she was still crying here, but she was not the one who should be the saddest.
When she first entered the valley at the age of ten, she studied under Elder Chen Yunfeng of the Medicine Hall. At the age of fifteen, when she reached the age of marriage, she became a disciple of her current master, Valley Master Zhang Huai. Lu Guiyan, on the other hand, had been the sole direct disciple of Medicine King Valley Master since he was even younger.
Although she was also loved by her master, it was not her right to be the most grief-stricken at this moment. Qing Guiyu sat at the table in the inn, blew her nose with a handkerchief, and said to Lu Guiyan with an apologetic look,
"Little Senior Brother, I'm so sorry."
This feeling was so strange, as if since she reunited with Lu Guiyan, every time she saw him, she was apologizing.
Lu Guiyan sat across from her, his features as picturesque as a painting, his face as clear and smooth as jade, and he leisurely polished his sword. "Which time are you talking about?"
She sighed. "It happens every time."
"Master has passed away, and I want to avenge him."
She changed the subject, feeling guilty, but still didn't dare to mention the four words "Young Master Jin Sheng".
Lu Guiyan saw through her thoughts and looked a little strange and a little sad.
There are a few strands of silver in his hair now, and compared to his youthful appearance, he looks even colder and more like a sword drawn from its sheath.
"It's hard to say." He said, then hesitated for a moment, "But now everyone knows that you have some connection with Shen Juansheng, so don't be reckless."
Considering Chen Juansheng's habit of playing tricks and being ambiguous, if he wanted to attack a figure like the Medicine King Valley Master, he would certainly not do it openly.
Don't be reckless. If these words hadn't come from someone who had stormed through the Tianji Pavilion's stronghold alone, sword in hand, they might have been more convincing.
Lu Guiyan's swordsmanship is extremely advanced, and he is well-known in the martial arts world.
But, that's not right.
Qing Guiyu suddenly turned sideways.
No, no.
"Little Brother," she asked, frowning, "there's something wrong with your hair."
Qing Guiyu's finger hovered in mid-air, pointing to the newly frosted hair beneath his crown. A few strands of silver hair fell to his waist, hidden in his white clothes, like snow falling from an empty mountain, cascading into a clear stream.
Overnight, the number of white hairs increased a lot compared to yesterday.
The change was startling. Last time, there were only a few scattered strands, but today they had spread behind her ears. The new white hair was like broken silver on ebony wood. The jade crown on her head, which was supposed to hold her hair together, seemed to be strangled by invisible spider silk inch by inch.
When they had just met again a few days ago, she had thought to herself, "Young Senior Brother, these past few years must have been tough, with so much gray hair for no apparent reason." But since so many years had passed, it was only natural that young people would have more profound minds and more difficult thoughts than when they were young and impulsive.
It's not surprising that some people have white hair when they are young, but how come there are so many in just one day?
Some people, through fear and worry, had their hair turn white overnight. She had seen such patients, most of whom were frail and miserable, or at least emaciated and dazed.
But Lu Guiyan's internal strength was profound, his swordsmanship was sharp, and his complexion was calm and his demeanor was gentle, still the perfect appearance of a young man. How could he look like he had suffered any great injustice?
Having said that, in Yaowang Valley, and even in the entire martial arts world, who doesn’t know Baiyi Wuwang? Who dares to make him angry?
Qing Guiyu stretched out his hand towards Lu Guiyan.
"Hand." She looked him straight in the eyes and said warily, "Give me your hand, Junior Brother, let me check your pulse."
Lu Guiyan paused as he wiped his sword. His expression, as cold and calm as a piece of jade, was now filled with subtle yet profound emotions. He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes slightly closed, and said calmly,
"Why, you've been living in the clinic for seven years, and you haven't seen enough people?"
If she had not grown up with him, she might not have noticed that there was something wrong with his expression. Lu Guiyan turned his head to avoid Qing Guiyu's sight. A few strands of silver hair slid down his shoulders, almost blending into his plain robe.
This trick didn't work on her. Qing Guiyu pressed down on the table, suddenly leaned forward, and reached out to grab it.
Lu Guiyan suddenly retreated, the scabbard knocked against the corner of the table, his nails scratched the back of his neck, and hooked the new silver hair under the jade crown.
The scent of cold iron mixed with the fragrance of agarwood suddenly became strong.
Their breaths crisscrossed. The hair felt startlingly cold against their fingertips, and only the blood vessels at the side of his neck were still pulsating.
The warm touch brushed across the vital vein on the side of his neck, ruffling a few strands of frosty hair even more messy, and the snow-white color under the jade crown seemed to wrap around his throat.
"Don't touch it." Lu Guiyan raised his head and stared at her, his Adam's apple rolling, and with a clang of his sword, he hit the edge of the table heavily.
Qing Guiyu was stunned by his words; he had never said such harsh words to her before. It was just like when he was treating her for poison in their youth, but the knuckles were clenched even tighter than before.
He suddenly realized his mistake, turned his head away, and the silver thread slipped through her fingers.
"When this is over, if there's a chance, I'll tell you in detail." He chose his words carefully, a tremor of unfinished business in his almost permanently cold voice. "Is that alright?"
Thinking about it carefully, when they first met, she was afraid of being recognized by him and did not dare to look up at him.
The second time, he was being chased by many parties and he acted in an emergency, so he brushed the matter off without waiting for further questions.
This is the third time now. If he still can't see that something is wrong, then he really thinks she is stupid.
Qing Guiyu was angry, anxious, and worried about him. She had watched Master Jin Sheng play tricks on her every day, keeping her in the dark like it was a joke. Now Lu Guiyan wouldn't tell her anything. Was this even fair?
She opened her mouth to say no.
But this movement just now revealed the scar on her hand. It reminded her that when she asked Lu Guiyan to help her, she didn't tell him the truth.
She sat back, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Okay." She said, and then warned, "But you know, little brother, if necessary, I am still quite confident in the art of medicine."
Lu Guiyan lowered his eyes, then put down his sword and raised his hand to adjust his hair crown. His slender jade-like fingers stroked it repeatedly several times before finally fastening the small buckle under the crown.
"I know."
"However," Qing Guiyu shook his hand and pondered, "Junior Brother asked me to avoid Medicine King Valley, but that is absolutely impossible."
"I'm going to see Master," she said firmly, her lips tightening involuntarily. She then picked up the bamboo flute on the table and pointed at herself. "In Medicine King Valley, when it comes to diagnosing injuries, how many people are better than me?"
Once Qing Guiyu made up her mind, she was very stubborn. Lu Guiyan had never been able to persuade her, so he went along with her. The two of them rode their horses at full speed, and within half a day they were nearing Medicine King Valley.
On the road, Lu Guiyan confessed everything to her in detail, and Qing Guiyu learned that the news of her master's sudden death was still being kept secret by the elders in the valley.
This was easy to guess. The Medicine King Valley Master had died at the hands of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master's unique martial arts. If this were to be publicized rashly, it would be tantamount to a blatant break. If the truth were revealed without first being ascertained, a bloody conflict would ensue between the Medicine King Valley and the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.
This place was still more than ten miles away from the gate of Yaowang Valley. They had borrowed horses in a hurry and they were not good horses. They had walked more than ninety miles a day and were quite tired. They found an inn nearby to sit down and rest. Lu Guiyan gave her a few instructions and went to find new horses.
But she saw a familiar figure of a girl in yellow. She looked up and saw the girl in bright yellow silk skirt standing at the door of the inn, with a hint of hesitation between her brows.
Murong Qing had just entered the martial arts world, and her thoughts were almost written on her face. She was seen struggling for a while, as if she couldn't make up her mind whether to call her girl, sister, or senior sister.
Qing Guiyu held his forehead and thought that it would be better for her to stop calling him that.
"Senior Sister Qing." She seemed to have finally made up her mind, called out to her, walked straight to her and sat down, placing her sword on the table.
"Murong doesn't know why Senior Sister Qing left the valley. My brothers and sisters don't want to talk about it," Murong Qing frowned and said, "But Senior Sister Qing once saved me. Murong is not someone who doesn't know what's good for her."
The bright yellow-shirted girl slammed her hands on the table and shouted angrily, "I think they all don't know what's good for them!"
Murong Qing was born into a wealthy family and raised in pampered circumstances. She had originally entered the ranks late, and perhaps wasn't as familiar with the affairs of the valley as Qing Guiyu. At this moment, she was simply angry out of sheer rage.
Her sudden act of standing up for justice frightened Qing Guiyu so much that the teacup in his hand shook.
"Ah, that's true..." She felt a little guilty at being trusted so completely by a strange girl, and her voice unconsciously lowered a little, "No need to say that."
"I heard something big happened in the valley, and Murong wants to return now." Murong Qing held her chin with her hand, sighed, and said, "It's a pity that I still have to take care of the family's old friends in Zhongzhou City."
The Murong family is wealthy and powerful. Being a child of such a prestigious family must have its own difficulties. Qing Guiyu thought so and nodded.
"There are many prominent families in Zhongzhou City. For example, the Xie family here, and their third daughter Xie, are very persistent." She tilted her head and looked around.
"It's no wonder she's anxious. After all, her brother is seriously ill. Yan said he sent a visiting card to the valley yesterday, but now it's like this, I don't know how Elder Han and the others will respond."
Although Yaowang Valley was secluded and secluded, it was inevitably well-known. Even though it wasn't in the martial arts world, there were often patients seeking treatment. In the past, she had been ordered by her master to treat many patients.
But when Qing Guiyu saw the figure, he almost overturned the teacup on the table.
Li said gold.
Or it could be Miss Xie San, or it could be the leader of Baxialou in Tianji Pavilion.
He smiled sweetly at her and bowed. His ebony fan jingled.
"Xie's little sister, I'm here to pay my respects to my sister on behalf of my brother."
Qing Guiyu's hair stood on end and she stood up suddenly. Murong Qing didn't know why, but seeing her like this, she looked at her nervously.
Li Chengjin, known as "Miss Xie San," tilted her head and said sweetly, "What's up, sister? My family has been doing business with Sister Murong's family for over ten years."
"If you think about it, we have been family friends for several generations." Li Chengjin nodded politely to Murong Qing, carefully hiding her cunning look.
Qing Guiyu frowned. She, Qing Guiyu, had been in the martial arts world for so many years, yet she was threatened by a fourteen-year-old girl!
This was of course because she really didn't want to, nor did she dare to, drag Murong Qing, a newcomer to the martial arts world, into this. She also didn't intend to affect a wealthy and prestigious family like the Murong family. This was her problem, and she shouldn't let more people buy into it.
But the more he dodged like this, the more Chen Juansheng caught him.
"Sister," this "Miss Xie San" said with a smile, "Xie San doesn't know much about the Jianghu martial arts world. I heard that there are many famous doctors and skilled practitioners in Medicine King Valley, so I prepared some rare medicinal herbs for everyone as a gift."
She waved her small rosewood fan, and a servant beside her brought her an oil-paper medicine bag.
Qing Guiyu didn't even open it, and almost subconsciously turned over the oil paper package. Sure enough, there were a few fine seal characters in golden patterns in the corner:
In the old place of old friends, I wait for you to return the jade.
She gritted her teeth and picked up the paper bag, thinking that everyone in Yaowang Valley probably wanted to kill him.
She may not have had it before, but now seeing the lingering look, she has it.
At this critical moment, why would Master Jin Sheng go to her old pharmacy for no reason?
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