Chapter 36: Confessing the crime and wishing to kill everyone in Medicine King Valley...
Chapter 36 Confession
Mr. Jinsheng's gentleness and thoughtfulness are really a headache.
Qing Guiyu's fingertips unconsciously caressed the bamboo flute in her hands. Honestly, given her cautious nature, if Chen Jiansheng had been waiting inside the medicine hut, she would never have even set foot inside. She absolutely couldn't possibly be trapped with him in such a confined and cramped space, unable to grasp the surroundings.
So Master Jinsheng did not let her feel any hesitation or worry, but waited for her in the courtyard of the medicine house with such attentiveness and consideration.
Even when she was leaving, Shen Juansheng did not try to stop her like he did before.
Such meticulous and detailed gentleness that made her hair stand on end. To her, it was even colder than the chilling feeling of the Cold Marrow Technique.
It took her less than two hours to go there and back.
By the time I returned to the inn, it was already dark. A few swallows, returning to their nests for the evening, flew over the eaves, chirping softly.
Murong Qing didn't know where Li Chengjin had taken her at this time. Qing Guiyu looked around but couldn't find them.
After Lu Guiyan came back, Qing Guiyu told him the situation honestly. Lu Guiyan looked at her with a somewhat gloomy expression, but finally just nodded.
After being delayed for a while, they headed towards Yaowang Valley the next morning.
As we approached the mountain gate, we looked from afar and suddenly saw many people outside the gate, almost dozens of people.
Qing Guiyu and Lu Guiyan looked at each other, and without saying a word, they tacitly hid behind a large rock beside the mountain gate, holding their breath and looking towards the group of people.
In front of the mountain gate of Yaowang Valley, the late spring wind blew past the gateposts, and the bushes on both sides made some swaying sounds.
The century-old wisteria outside the mountain gate is in full bloom. The pale purple flower clusters hang down like waterfalls, swaying silently in the wind, casting mottled light and shadows.
In front of everyone in Yaowang Valley, Young Master Jinsheng stood under the purple vine. His long black hair, like a waterfall, was still tied up with golden thread, reflecting the early sun, like a deep pool of silent water condensed with broken gold.
He really looks like a noble young man - if you ignore the sickly bones beneath his beautiful appearance and the cold, shining gold threads covering his hands.
The pale fingers gently picked up a flower spike, seeming to be lost in thought.
Putting aside the Valley Master's murder, the suspicion surrounding him and his presence alone were already suspicious enough. The Tianji Pavilion, with its numerous branches near Zhongzhou, was also known as a major sect.
It is not reasonable for the leader of Tianji Pavilion to come to the gate of Yaowang Valley alone to pay a visit.
After the death of Valley Master Zhang Huai, the three most senior officials in Yaowang Valley were Chen Yunfeng, the elder of the Medicine Hall, Han Shu, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, and Meng Ziliu, the elder of the Teaching Hall.
Hearing what the disciple said, that the Pavilion Master of Tianji had arrived at the mountain gate alone at such a critical moment, the three elders dared not ignore it and immediately came out to greet him in person.
When Shen Juansheng saw the group coming out, he went to greet the elders one by one.
"The younger generation is in charge of the Tianji Pavilion, and the engraving sound is clear,"
He smiled and said, "I have come here unexpectedly to visit you. It is a great honor to meet you, the elders of Medicine King."
Young Master Jin Sheng has become very famous in recent years, but not many people in the martial arts world have seen him. Everyone only knows that he is an expert in martial arts, known for his unparalleled wisdom and strategy, and is a handsome young man.
At this time, the murder of the Valley Master was kept secret by the elders in the valley.
The Tianji Pavilion was a formidable force, capable of rivaling the Medicine King Valley. The actions of figures like Young Master Jin Sheng had made it even more prominent in recent years. Seeing him visit alone and even show respect as a disciple, everyone felt a certain degree of goodwill towards him.
Only the elders and disciples knew how strange it was that he knocked on the mountain gate in such a situation.
Chen Yunfeng frowned, and Meng Ziliu showed some impatience, but seeing him like this, he had no choice but to return the greeting and said,
"I didn't know Pavilion Master Shen was coming, so I was unable to greet you. Please forgive me."
Han Shu took a step forward, twirled his beard, and asked,
"Pavilion Master Chen has come to our sect from afar. What is your purpose in coming?" He glanced at Chen Juansheng's face, "Please explain clearly."
Shen Juansheng covered his face with his sleeves, his eyes and eyebrows showed some gentleness, and he coughed a few times. Everyone heard him say clearly,
"Plead guilty."
Young Master Jin Sheng stretched out his hands and bowed to the elders with an expression of sincerity, almost piousness.
Sunlight filtered through the shade of the vines and flowers, shining on the swaying golden threads of the robe in front of him. The hair-thin golden threads flickered, sometimes emitting a strange cold color.
When these earth-shattering words were spoken, everyone who heard them couldn't help but feel a shock in their hearts.
Qing Guiyu hid behind the rock and was almost scared to slip.
"Wait a minute," Elder Meng from the teaching hall said sternly, waving his hand to stop several of his disciples from approaching.
"This is a serious matter."
Meng Ziliu was over sixty years old, a gaunt old woman. At this moment, her eyes, which had seen the world, were filled with surprise and suspicion.
Elder Chen Yunfeng was Qing Guiyu's master when he first entered the sect. He was a humble man with great medical skills. Although he was nearly seventy years old, his complexion was still rosy.
This old man, who was always known for his gentleness, was frowning, his face was ashen, veins on his forehead bulged, and he said slowly,
"Master Shen, do you understand what you are saying?"
Han Shu, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, was steady in his actions, but at this moment, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk. He stared closely at the young man in black clothes, and with both hands pressed on the judge's pen at his waist, he said coldly,
"How could the Master of Tianji Pavilion tease my Medicine King Valley in public?"
There was a commotion nearby, and the faces of the dozen or so disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall who had rushed over from the valley were filled with disbelief.
Someone murmured, "Is this Young Master Jin Sheng crazy?" and was immediately stopped by the elders in a low voice.
"Master Shen's meaning is, could it be that..."
Chen Yunfeng, Han Shu, and Meng Ziliu looked at each other. Elder Meng took a step forward and said sternly,
"Was it true that the former Master Zhang Huai of Yaowang Valley was murdered by you personally?"
Young Master Jin Sheng turned his head and looked at these people. The golden thread rippled like water with his movements, as if it had heard a joke.
“——Exactly.”
His voice was as light as a feather falling to the ground, but every word was clear.
"What's there to be concerned about?"
Elder Chen Yunfeng staggered back half a step, and pointed his trembling finger at Chen Juansheng, "You...you..."
Chen Juansheng swept his gaze over the crowd and raised a hand, a golden silk blade lingering in his hand. Everyone watched as he activated his cold energy, the silk thread coating the ice and emitting a sinister indigo sheen.
The young man in black clothes passed the silk with his hand, and everyone saw the cold string and blade collide with each other, making two clanging sounds, and there was a golden sound in response, and the light turned into flowing light.
A few strands of hair brushed against the corners of his bright red eyes, which were scarred by needle marks, making him look three parts frivolous and seven parts weird.
The cold color floats on the bright silk, and it goes to your hand lightly and leisurely.
This was the unique martial art of Heaven's Myriad Changes. Few in the martial arts world had ever witnessed it. If it weren't for this dangerous and pressing situation, this skill would be truly cunning and brilliant.
Seeing that no one spoke, Master Jinsheng lowered his head and said softly,
"Since Chen Juansheng has become a love-gu slave, he naturally has to avenge my master."
Although he was speaking thrilling words, his tone was so charming that it sounded like love talk.
Elder Han Shu was both shocked and suspicious. He looked him up and down, then asked, "So, it was Qing Guiyu who asked you to kill her master?"
Qing Guiyu's heart suddenly felt empty, as if something had dug out a part of it.
But Master Jinsheng smiled and said,
"Elder Han's words are truly unromantic and boring." He lowered his eyelashes, smiled slightly, and continued softly,
"Even that young girl, seeing her neighbor's beauty to the east, still knew to climb over the wall to peek at her."
A light blush overflowed from his pale face. This mastermind of strategists actually showed a clear panic, and even the tips of his ears were stained with a thin red.
"If Miss Qing were to bleed even a little, it would be considered a grave sin in my eyes."
The young man in black clothes raised his head, stroked his jaw with his fingers, his eyes flickered, and he said softly as if talking to himself,
"So, what about things like severing tendons?"
Master Jin Sheng covered his heart with his hands, frowned, and smiled as if to get over the pain.
"You see, it's just a moment of emotion that makes me feel really bad."
The smile suddenly became sickly and weak, and the light of the golden thread dimmed.
There were some gasps from outside the hall. He was so generous, so carefree, and seemed completely unfazed, yet several female disciples blushed at his words, and someone whispered, "Love Gu..."
"It's a pity that Miss Qing is angry."
Shen Juansheng shook his head, and the golden hairspring swayed gently with his movements.
"I had no choice but to come forward and confess my guilt."
good.
I'm afraid this is the only truth.
Qing Guiyu was really angry.
Not only was she angry, at this moment, she even wanted to strangle him to death.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, silence falling. Who in the world, within or without the Jianghu, had ever witnessed such a scene? Even the wind seemed to have stopped, the fragrance of the wisteria flowers lingering in the air.
"Well," Shen Juansheng suddenly broke the silence, his voice returning to its previous calmness.
"If you want to ask me why I did it, it would be better to say,"
Young Master Jin Sheng turned around, his eyes slowly sweeping across everyone's face.
He bowed slightly, then stretched out two fingers, pointed at everyone in Yaowang Valley, then turned around and pointed at himself, smiling.
The slender fingertips drew a circle on his heart, and where the black sleeves moved, the long golden threads swirled and flowed like a bright moon.
Then I heard him say in a soft and gentle tone,
"In Shen Juansheng's heart, he really wanted to kill everyone in your sect."
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