Chapter 43 If it’s her, then who is this unfortunate young woman standing next to her?
His robe billowed, and he fell, like a black crane with broken wings, crying. Qing Guiyu's heart nearly leaped from his throat. He took a few quick steps, and his bamboo flute clattered to the ground.
"you--!"
The moment he caught him, he couldn't help but shudder. A biting coldness penetrated his bones through his ten fingers.
Chen Juansheng closed his eyes tightly, his forehead drooping weakly beside her neck, and every weak breath he took felt like ice scraping against her neck.
Those eyelashes were now frosted with light frost, trembling with Master Jinsheng's disordered breathing.
Sometimes it sweeps across the skin quickly, stirring up a fine mist.
"I fell... really hard." She bit her lower lip tightly, but her teeth were chattering uncontrollably. The cold air seemed to have life, penetrating their bodies and invading every part of her body.
The faint warmth on the side of my neck became my only support.
The young man instinctively moved closer in his coma, and when his nose rubbed against her throbbing neck pulse, a muffled sigh escaped from his cold lips.
Wherever the breath passed, a dense shudder mixed with a chilling chill spread out.
She endured the cold and turned her head to wipe away the light frost on her pale face.
The fingertips carefully wiped the glaring needle mark two points behind the eyebrow - the blood mark was as red as a brand, and was prominently imprinted near Sizhu Kongxue, which was the mark where Kanluan's warm jade needle had pierced.
But she had lost the warm jade needle long ago.
What should I do? I can't just watch him die now.
Qing Guiyu twisted her hair anxiously and laid him flat on the ground. Although he had passed out, he was still clutching the clothes in front of his chest tightly, refusing to let go. She tried to pull, but it didn't budge.
She looked around and decided that the situation was urgent and she could only use the needle sparingly. Gritting her teeth, she made up her mind, took out the needle, and pricked her little finger.
Bright red blood oozed out. She picked up the slender golden needle, stained with blood, and steadily pierced it into the tip of his eyebrow. Then, she mobilized the remaining three supreme internal forces, sending blood along the golden needle, flowing through each of the twenty-three acupoints on her hand, and finally into the bright needle mark behind his eyebrow.
Huangdi's method of acupuncture for blood circulation required acupuncture along the Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian of the hand, ending at Sizhukongxue. Her tendons were half severed, and when she practiced qigong, she felt that her Tianjing and Jianhui points were blocked.
Fortunately, the warm jade needles were not really used at this time, so it was impossible to change life or death, and it was only intended to temporarily stabilize life.
The golden needle hummed, blending their energy. Qing Guiyu watched the crimson stain on his brow, her inner energy churning. Finally, seeing his breathing stabilize slightly, she immediately let go. Her fingertips twitched slightly from the backlash of her inner energy. She frowned, hurriedly exerting her inner energy to suppress the counter-attack.
She withdrew the needle and warned herself in her heart that no matter what, she must never use this dangerous life-saving technique again.
She put Chen Jiansheng aside, smoothed his clothes, bent down to pick up the bamboo flute, and went out to call for help.
Just as he turned around, he suddenly bent over and started coughing.
"Miss Qing... can't bear to leave me anymore," Young Master Jinsheng said in a low, hoarse voice, holding down his blood-soaked black hair after his coughing subsided a little. "Back then... if I coughed once, she... would secretly come over to check my pulse several times."
Qing Guiyu couldn't help but tiptoe, feeling extremely embarrassed when she heard this. She wasn't sure whether he was awake or not, and she didn't know whether he was talking to her or just mumbling in a sick state. She was too embarrassed to look back.
Just hearing him mention it, I vaguely remembered that such an old thing really happened.
Back then, she had only shown some concern, but he had misunderstood it as such feelings, which made her face flush for no reason.
But Chen Juansheng didn't react at all after that. Qing Guiyu wiped his forehead and thought to himself that he must not let him know about this blood-crossing incident again, otherwise God knows what trouble this man can cause.
In the morning,
She had originally thought that she would have to explain the whole story to Elders Chen and Meng, and make them believe it, which would inevitably require some effort.
But unexpectedly, before she finished her long speech, someone rode his horse and rushed into the gate of Yaowang Valley.
The one who came was a pretty girl. She hurried into the main hall. She was wearing a goose yellow dress. It was Murong Qing.
She was carrying several account books in her hands, walking breathlessly. She bowed to Meng Ziliu and said, "Miss Xie San, who sent the letter the other day, heard that our valley's streams produce special genuine gold. She begged and begged me to get her a few pieces privately, saying that she wanted to make a new set of jewelry."
The girl's yellow shirt was stained with sweat, and her hair was neatly combed. "Master, I'm exhausted from being pestered by her. I'm going to her house to take a look." She flipped a page of the account book and put it into Meng Ziliu's hand. She continued, "I saw the account book of Uncle Han Shu's transactions with the Murong clan. Is there a lot of real gold in it?"
"After the Cao Gang incident, I felt something was amiss, so I immediately came to report it to Master," she asked Meng Ziliu doubtfully. Glancing at the people in the hall, she asked, "Where's Uncle Han?"
Third Miss Xie? Isn't that Li Chengjin? Qing Guiyu stared at Murong Qing, who was at a loss.
Once one strategy is implemented, three strategies will follow.
The wound on the neck caused by the cold marrow skill corroborated the circumstances of the Valley Master's murder; the trick of counterfeiting the golden needle was immediately exposed in full view of everyone.
Meng Ziliu and Chen Yunfeng exchanged glances. Thanks to the Tianji Master's backing, none of the people present considered this a coincidence; they simply felt he had orchestrated it perfectly. They were both in awe and apprehension. Even before the Tianji Pavilion's personnel arrived, they were already terrified of him dying.
Although Qing Guiyu saved himself the trouble of explaining a lot, he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart along with others. It was so meticulous and detailed, and he could grasp people's hearts to an exact degree, which was creepy.
Everyone in Yaowang Valley was wondering, is it really a good idea to let such a ruthless and scheming young man live?
When he talked about killing everyone in Yaowang Valley in front of the mountain gate that day, he was extremely sincere and heartfelt.
But morally and logically, he must not die in Yaowang Valley at this time, otherwise, Tianji Pavilion will hold this handle, and once they hold him accountable, it will be a bloody storm.
If Qing Guiyu still wants to protect Yaowang Valley.
That must first keep the voice down.
The chaos and conspiracy pushed her into a situation where she had no choice but to do so.
It is absolutely impossible to save his life again, but Chen Jiansheng must live until the other factions arrive.
Qing Guiyu thought that the Xuanbing Bone Nail was just a temporary solution, so he walked along the mountain path of Yaowang Valley and headed towards the library in the valley. He just wanted to search and see if he could find any other solution.
There was a hint of fog in Yaowang Valley in late spring.
Qing Guiyu walked across the stone path, her shoes stained with dew. The crabapple trees on either side of the path were in full bloom, their petals weighed down by the night dew. A few tits fluttered among the branches, occasionally dropping a drop of icy water that hit the back of her neck and made her shiver.
The air was thick with the scent of grass and earth, and in the distance came the muffled sound of a stream, as if through a layer of cotton wool.
After walking a little further, suddenly amidst the sound of the stream came the sound of shouting and fighting.
She held the bamboo flute in her hand, feeling puzzled. Although Yaowang Valley had invited all the heroes to the event, they were guests after all. Who would easily take action in Yaowang Valley?
After turning a few steps, he saw seven or eight people in Dian Cang Sect attire standing by the Begonia Road. Qing Guiyu took a closer look and recognized one of them as the young man named Qu Gan whom he had met at Baidukou a few days ago.
The young man and his junior sister stood among several young disciples. The one in front was a short and fat Taoist priest, also dressed in Dian Cang Sect attire. He was obviously an elder in the sect and was fighting with a man in red clothes.
The man in the scarlet robe was about thirty years old, dressed neatly and richly. He looked not like a man of the underworld, but rather like the son of an official family.
Hearing the footsteps, the man turned his head and looked, then he moved two feet away and stood still, pursing his lips and smiling, "A beautiful girl is here, I won't fight with you."
Qing Guiyu turned her head and looked around, and saw that she was the only woman here.
It turns out that the beautiful girl refers to her.
The young man in the scarlet robe smiled at her. His eyebrows were delicate, but because they were drooping, he looked a little bitter. Fortunately, his manners were friendly and casual, and he was elegant and refined, making him very amiable.
But Qing Guiyu grew up with a man of stunning appearance like Lu Guiyan. As she grew older, she became unlucky and was haunted by Chen Jiansheng like a wronged ghost.
Not to mention that after they met again, she became familiar with the frail young man every day - she wished she could be in front of her every day, and carefully create a beautiful face with eyebrows that was leisurely, mysterious, and almost intimidating.
Therefore, when it comes to appearance, this weapon that Young Master Jinsheng uses to seduce people, she has indeed undergone profound training and has no struggle in her heart.
It’s nothing, I’m just used to it.
She and Lu Guiyan had been brothers and sisters for several years, relying on each other for survival. Back then, if any martial arts masters came to visit Medicine King Valley and saw Lu Baiyi, they would inevitably say in private, "Hey, that Baiyijian is even more beautiful than a young girl!"
So who is this young girl standing unfortunately next to her?
It's her.
Over the years, Qing Guiyu had already mastered the art of shutting out these comments about his appearance from his mind and throwing them far away. Listening to him now, he only felt that the red-robed guest seemed to have a very good temper. He was afraid that even a passing dog would be praised by him.
The short and fat Taoist from Dian Cang Sect snorted, but ignored him. The sword in his hand flashed, which was Dian Cang's unique skill "Seven Stars Reflecting the Moon". The sword light was like snow, causing the crabapple petals on all sides to fly. It was obviously an extremely exquisite sword technique.
The young man in the scarlet robe smiled at him, "Oh, I said I wouldn't fight, but why are you so unforgiving, Taoist?" The Taoist became even more angry at his words, and his sword moves became more and more rapid. Finally, he forced him to turn around, and he casually broke off a crabapple branch from the side, waved it in his hand, and said with a smile, "Excuse me."
Before he finished speaking, the branches and leaves of the crabapple tree flashed, rising and falling as he wished, and he was actually using sword moves.
He was so graceful that Taoist Dian Cang was pushed away by him in three directions, and was suddenly caught in a dilemma.
The Dian Cang sect has always been proud of its swordsmanship. At this moment, the disciples who followed them saw that the elder of the sect was forced to lose the upper hand by this Haitang branch, and they all looked at each other anxiously.
While he was thinking carefully, Qing Guiyu, who was watching from the side, became confused.
She thought that Haitang's move was obviously intended to sweep towards Shenwei and Yutang, so why did the Taoist use his sword to meet it? She watched two more moves and thought to herself that Haitang should now strike back to the left and lead the Taoist forward with his arm.
Sure enough, the young man in the scarlet robe made a move and attacked the opponent's left waist.
Qing Guiyu was quite surprised by this. After thinking about it carefully, she realized that this man's skills were quite similar to her own way of using the flute.
Suddenly, the red-robed young man's eyes turned fierce, while the Dian Cang Taoist priest still slumped his shoulders and tilted his head, having misjudged the direction.
Although the crabapple is a flower branch, if it is hit directly by the internal force of a master, it will definitely suffer serious internal injuries.
Without giving it time to think, she raised her hand and threw out two golden needles according to the angle and direction of the flute she was using, intercepting it.
This time, the one who came later arrived first, and everyone exclaimed in unison. The angle of the golden needle was just right, and it broke the flower branch with a snap.
When the man in red robe saw this, a sharp look suddenly flashed across his face. He picked up the broken branch with his foot, flew over, took it and turned it in his hands, and with a whoosh, he attacked her like a plum blossom dart.
Qing Guiyu was prepared and quickly held the bamboo flute horizontally.
But then she saw a cold light flash, and a hidden weapon was thrown from the side, knocking down the flower branch. An old man with a strange figure jumped in front of her.
"Fuxi boy, come and kowtow to your Grandpa Chaofeng," the old man raised his one arm, and in his other skinny hand, the bone-eroding nail gleamed, revealing half of his yellow teeth, and said sinisterly,
"If this little girl loses two hairs, go back to Tianji Pavilion and see if your Fuxi Tower is still there."
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