Chapter 42: Opening bones to offer advice, the gentleman's life is in danger! He...
Was he going to drag her into a shared death? Qing Guiyu felt that her heart, struggling to survive with a deep voice, was inexplicable if it weren't for the jade needles manipulating her emotions.
But if he was infected with love, then it would be very reasonable.
Therefore, Han Shu was skeptical when he heard this and glanced at her sideways.
Suddenly, he smelled a hint of blood in the room. Qing Guiyu glanced at Chen Juansheng and was instantly frightened by him.
Her mind raced at that moment. She quickly stood up straight, strummed her bamboo flute, raised her head, and spoke loudly to Han Shu, "Uncle Han, if you were responsible for Master's death, then today is the day Medicine King Valley should be cleansed of its nemesis."
Han Shu slowly turned his head, looked her up and down, twirled his beard, and sneered,
"Little girl, are you worthy? Back then, Senior Brother Chen insisted on teaching you the Yellow Emperor's Three Needles, and I told him it was inappropriate. You know, once the Yellow Emperor's Needles were released, how could the world not be in chaos?"
A fierce look crossed his face. "Medicine King Valley is courting its own demise. How could I be blameless?"
Han Chu stopped talking. His figure flashed, bringing with it a fierce gust of wind, as the judge aimed straight at Qing Gui Yu Mian. She quickly retreated three steps, leaning forward, and plucked the bamboo flute sideways, deflecting the judge's brush. But with a soft click, her fingers touched the flute, and the internal energy stirred, cracking it.
Qing Guiyu felt a tingling sensation in her palm, and a few crumbs oozed from the cracks in the bamboo flute. Han Shu's second move was even faster. The Judge's Pen slashed through her sleeve with a "swish" and passed over her left arm.
An old injury to her hand caused a dull ache, and even the strokes of the bamboo flute seemed sluggish under such a master. She pursed her lips, turned over, and tugged at the heavy, draped curtains. She stepped onto the curtains, her body swaying with the curtains, and threw four golden needles.
When it comes to martial arts, she is no match for the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall of Yaowang Valley. She relies entirely on her agile Listening to the Rain Step and can almost reach her limit with just two moves.
Han Chu took a step back, and the judge's pen moved from top to bottom, and the golden needles missed.
She thought these few moves should be enough, so she looked at Chen Juansheng behind Han Shu.
Young Master Jin Sheng still had his head down, his black hair tangled and scattered on the layers of chains.
The finger passed across the collarbone, pulling out a long dark blue nail, which was covered with ice crystals as fine as dust. It was slowly pulled out from between the bones and spun on the pale fingertips.
The cold poison lost its suppression, and a thin layer of frost quickly overflowed from the clavicle crack. Ice-like lines went from the clavicle around the throat, climbed up the neck, and were hidden in the white mist condensed by the breath.
A sharp light flashed.
In an instant, something more sinister than the cold poison, like freezing and corrosiveness, seeped into the corners of the eyes of the long-ill young man, which were as white as carved ice and snow.
In the past seven years, Master Jin Sheng has become famous in the martial arts world for his golden thread blade, but she knows it clearly in her heart.
The ever-changing nature of nature is the hidden weapon technique used by the young man in the medicine house.
How can you kill someone when you are in chains and have no weapons?
Of course, it was because he was not without weapons.
When Han Chu's gaze turned to the bone-eroding nail embedded in the bone that could suppress poison, he suddenly roared in shock, but the Judge's Pen was too late to reverse.
The curtains on both sides were swaying in disorder. In this dark and exquisite abode, a flickering light suddenly appeared in the lower room.
Han Shu never expected that he would do this.
When Xuan Yi moved, he sent out the star-chasing nail with his hand, and the bone-eating nail struck like lightning, hitting the back of his neck directly and going out from his throat.
Blood mist spread.
The blood that burst from his throat hadn't yet splattered before the cold air from the nail tip turned it red, and tiny droplets of blood fell from the dust of the hanging curtain. He stumbled back, and the judge's pen fell to the ground with a clang, spinning twice and scratching grooves in the brickwork.
Han Chu's face was distorted. He stretched out his hands to grab his throat. Just as he was about to scratch around subconsciously, his five fingers were frozen in mid-air with frosty white. He saw that he actually exhaled some white mist, which formed into light frost on his lips.
He suddenly knelt on the ground, the last trace of fear sealed under the frost. The body twitched, hands still grasping the throat, eyes wide open, staring intently at Master Jinsheng.
Qing Guiyu hurried forward, bent down, and placed his hand on Han Shu's neck, feeling for the wound and pulse. He leaned forward, his whole body twitching, and red mud mixed with ice chips oozed from his throat, still bleeding profusely.
Seeing that he was indeed dead, she quickly turned around and flashed behind Chen Juansheng. She used her blood-stained fingers to press on him, and with a few soft hissing sounds, she sealed his Fengmen, Pohu, Quyuan and other large acupoints in front of his heart.
Seeing the bone-eating nail being brought out, she immediately understood why Young Master Jin Sheng had sent her here. This sinister and ruthless scheme was practically a ruthless one, a plan that would destroy both the victim and the victim. If she weren't there, once the nail suppressing the cold poison was removed, the poison would immediately backfire, and Shen Jiansheng would die on the spot.
But in this situation, if she said she did not help, she would not be able to go against her conscience.
This is a nine-turn attack on the heart, with a series of exquisite moves.
Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth. Although he knew some of the truth, he felt that he had been tricked by him.
At this moment, Chen Juansheng suddenly bent his body and coughed twice. His black hair slid down with the tremors, tangled and brushed across his face. His face was almost pale, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
He lowered his head, staring at the dark red patch on the ground, and actually laughed softly. A drop of blood dripped down his chin, and the red color gradually spread in front of him. He glanced at it, but didn't take it seriously.
"Okay, Miss Qing," Young Master Jinsheng raised his hand, wiped the blood still oozing from his lips, stood up and spoke, his voice almost disembodied.
As if afraid of vomiting blood again, he covered his mouth with his hand and turned to look at Han Shu's body. His voice was weak, but he still smiled and said, "Teach those ignorant old guys in Yaowang Valley..."
Young Master Jin Sheng coldly stared at Han Shu's corpse. The gradually freezing body was reflected in his misty pupils, but nothing concrete could be seen. "What would it look like to die from a true cold attack through the neck..."
Qing Guiyu stared at his eyes, which had suddenly become even more misty, and sighed. She pulled out the powder from her medicine bag, which was used to corrode the gold threads, and sprinkled it carefully on the iron chains that bound Chen Jiansheng. Wisps of green smoke rose, and with a few crackling sounds, the chains broke one by one.
She originally made this broken gold powder to guard against Master Jin Sheng, but now it is used to help him escape from trouble. It is really strange to say that things in the world are really strange.
But one thing is one thing, and we must settle our grudges. Since Chen Juansheng helped eliminate the traitor Han Shu, he now has some debt of gratitude to Medicine King Valley. For now, he still needs to save his life and wait until the heroes gather together to discuss the matter.
She remembered the life-threatening needle array buried in his heart, which had seemed to be dangling backwards when she first saw it. Chen Juansheng had been repeatedly invigorating the cold energy several times recently, wondering how it was doing. After careful consideration, she felt that this was the crucial point.
So Qing Guiyu picked up the golden needle and stretched out his hand to look at the life-threatening needle array buried in his heart.
Shen Jiansheng suddenly tensed. He lowered his head, his slender fingers clutching his chest tightly. A flush spread from his neck to his ears as the cold air clung to his neck, and his breathing became increasingly erratic. He had never felt so much like a prisoner, compared to when he was chained.
"No," he said, stubbornly unwilling to look up at her. He suppressed a slight tremor and spoke haltingly, "...you can't touch me."
Qing Guiyu's eyes turned dark.
It's already this late, what is he still thinking about? !
He's still acting like a silly little kid here.
"Shen Yansheng!" She was anxious and angry, grinding her back teeth, and every word she said seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "You went to great lengths to call me here, wasn't it just to ask me to save your life?"
"Hmm." Without the bone-eating nails to suppress him, the cold air surged up, turning his face pale. He tried to smile, but his teeth chattered. His scattered black hair fell to the side of his neck, swaying slightly with his body's trembling. "Let's think of... another way. Don't touch the golden needle you gave me..."
Seeing her looking over in disbelief, he added with a gasp of pain, his voice so soft it was barely audible, "Please... Miss Qing."
It's really ridiculous that when she was about to die, she, the patient, was still giving advice and teaching her how to treat the disease!
Qing Guiyu looked at him suspiciously. If he hadn't really put in a lot of effort and was not in critical condition, she really wanted to pry open Chen Juansheng's head at this moment to see what was inside, and at the same time make him sober up and tell him that it was important to save his life.
But there was no time to argue now. Chen Juansheng had given her a difficult problem. Qing Guiyu frowned and forced herself to calm down, turning the bamboo flute in her hands again and again.
"Maybe..." She unconsciously rubbed her chin with her fingertips, searching in her mind for the medicine scrolls she had read in her early years. She pondered, "If I could get the mysterious ice from the Tianji Pavilion and combine it with the medicine, I should be able to save my life temporarily."
She paused, nodded, and said to him, "We should be able to hold out until all factions reach a consensus. But it's hard to say what will happen after that."
Shen Juansheng nodded, then frowned, swayed, and grabbed the curtain with his bloodstained hands, forcing himself to stand up. He frowned tightly, his body still trembling. Qing Guiyu looked at him, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
Young Master Jin Sheng walked out to the curtained couch and tilted his head towards her. A slight glow appeared on the side of his face, making his lips appear even paler. He smiled and said,
"Don't be afraid, Miss Qing." The young man in black clothes pressed his chest and took a few steps forward. His voice was as light as the brush of a feather. "The various factions are on this trip, and my Tianji Pavilion is not without people."
Shen Engraving paused, and his words suddenly slowed down, as if he had hesitated for a moment.
"Just be careful..."
Qing Guiyu watched him walk out the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Han Shu's body. She couldn't help but glance back one last time, a wave of sorrow welling up in her heart. Memories of her childhood in Medicine King Valley flooded back, and a lump formed in her throat. She closed her eyes.
She sighed quietly in her heart, sadly restrained her emotions from her years in Yaowang Valley, and then turned around.
When he looked up, the black hem of his robe soaked in blood rose before his eyes, and his black hair suddenly emitted layers of arcs of light.
When it rises up, the world is in turmoil; when it settles down, the whole world is calm.
The young master with the most powerful voice in the world fell down silently in front of her.
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