Chapter 44: The funeral hall is shocked by the abandoned disciple of Medicine King Valley, the wandering doctor, the love poison...
The leader of the Tianji Pavilion, nicknamed "Fuxi", seemed a little panicked when he heard Chaofeng say this, and immediately stopped. Tanghua took two steps away, his eyes just looking at Qingguiyu.
The Taoist Dian Cang who had been fighting with him suddenly escaped the disaster. He retreated three feet in a row. He finally stood firm and shook the long sword in his hand. He looked around with a pale and unfriendly face and said,
"I don't know when the Tianji Pavilion developed the sword technique. If I were to teach my disciples to kill themselves with swords, it wouldn't be as effective as the silk blades you have!"
The short and fat Taoist said this with sarcasm, not caring that the two masters of Tianji Pavilion, "Fuxi" and "Chaofeng", were here at the moment. He was clearly at a disadvantage.
"This sword technique in your pavilion may not be known to others, but it can be hidden from me."
He cast a vicious glance at the scarlet-robed man, sheathed his longsword, and muttered in a savage voice, "In terms of swordsmanship, Taoist Shan is not as good as my senior sister, the head of the Dian Cang Sect. But he is a lifelong swordsman and a master of swords. A junior like you can't catch up even if you flatter me!"
This man was not at all embarrassed, as if he had won the duel. He was short and fat, and at first glance he looked like a small mountain. I don't know if "Mountain Taoist" is his surname or his title. At this moment, he lost the sword move, but his face showed no shame. He snorted and said,
"In the early days, I was very famous in the martial arts world! Everyone said that the sword of the White Emperor from the West was light and sharp, and the ghosts and gods in the distant snow-capped mountains were bright. Is this the sword technique of the Snow Mountain School? Is it true or not?"
The scarlet-robed man known as Fuxi folded up the crabapple tree, bowed to him, and smiled to himself, saying,
"Senior Dian Cang's reputation is well-deserved. I recognize him very well."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his courtesy, but the Taoist priest naturally didn't appreciate it at all. He waved his scabbard and sneered.
"On the top of the snowy mountain, the gods gave me the sword. The Tianji Pavilion wiped out the whole family and stole their swordsmanship, yet they still had the nerve to use it in public.
He shook his head again, patted the scabbard with his hand, and sighed.
"Hehe, hehe, despicable, despicable. If you can't learn it, you can't use it."
After he finished cursing, he took off. Several of Dian Cang's disciples hurried to catch up with him, but he suddenly turned around again. The disciples were unable to stop in time and almost bumped into him.
The short and fat Taoist turned around and looked at Qing Guiyu, scanning her up and down without any courtesy, and then reluctantly cupped his hands.
"I, the Taoist monk, can't owe anyone a favor," he said in a sinister voice, "I will repay you later."
He waved his hand, and then he and the Dian Cang people really left.
When the people from the Tianji Pavilion saw him leave, Chaofeng put away his dagger. His rat-like eyes spun around as he sneered sinisterly, "After this? After this, I will definitely find an opportunity to kill a few of his disciples and see how he can pretend to be with Grandpa."
The old man put away the dagger, raised the fine iron pipe in his hand, and said to Qing Guiyu with concern,
"Miss, listen to what Chaofeng said, but don't be angry. Now that our Pavilion Master is not here, don't complain to him later."
Chaofeng rolled his eyes and knocked his pipe heavily on the ground. "If you can't think of anything to say, tell the Pavilion Master that Fuxi went to provoke the female disciples of Dian Cang and was resented by the Dian Cang sect."
Although Qing Guiyu had no intention of talking to Shen Juansheng, the reason for the fight was too unexpected.
So I turned around and looked at Fuxi.
"I want to talk to you, why would I bother to provoke you?" Fuxi didn't blush at all, and remained calm and composed, like a dandy from a wealthy family. He spread his hands, his scarlet robe shimmering beneath the crabapple blossoms, and said with a smile,
"What? The Pavilion Master didn't even tell the young lady to be careful of me?"
Qing Guiyu took a step back, put her hand on her chin, and recalled carefully. Before Chen Juansheng fainted, he seemed to have really told her that someone from Tianji Pavilion had come, and he also seemed to have really said that she had to be careful.
At that time, she only thought that the situation was dangerous and the personnel in Tianji Pavilion were complicated. She never thought that she was asked to be careful of this man who seemed very frivolous and ungrateful?
Who on earth could possibly understand this? She couldn't help but hold her forehead.
Thinking that Shen Juansheng was about to faint at that time, he actually had the energy to say such nonsense. I really don’t know what was going on in his mind at that time!
Who could have thought that Master Jin Sheng, even in a coma, could embarrass her to this extent!
Qing Guiyu was eager to get away from the people from Tianji Pavilion as soon as possible, so he asked Fuxi Chaofeng about Xuanbing, explained a few things, and turned around and left.
Since she had been forced to save Chen Juansheng's life that day, she decided not to care about what happened in Tianji Pavilion afterwards.
Over the next few days, countless heroes from various sects arrived in Medicine King Valley. The usually quiet and secluded Medicine King Valley suddenly became bustling.
The disciples in the valley were so busy that they had to introduce various heroes and repeatedly explain the ins and outs of the valley master's murder.
The inevitable mention of the Tianji Pavilion Master's love poison made Qing Guiyu feel like she was sitting on pins and needles—unable to defend herself, yet unable to respond. The looks from everyone were even more painful, a mixture of indefinable meanings, a mix of contempt and awe.
She was a solitary and carefree person, so she simply picked up the flute and stayed away from everyone. Even Lu Guiyan had never seen her.
When the heroes heard that Medicine King Valley Elder Han Shu had betrayed the valley and murdered his fellow apprentice, they all lamented. The original resolution of the meeting ultimately became to offer condolences to the Medicine King Valley Master and to inquire about the health of the Tianji Pavilion Master.
Fuxi, the leader of the Nine Dragon Sons of the Tianji Pavilion, was in charge and had the Pavilion Master's bedroom completely guarded, forbidding outsiders from even a single step. Therefore, no one knew whether Young Master Jinsheng was awake or not.
But considering that his sect has always been mysterious and secretive in its actions, and their methods are notoriously cunning and vicious, no one wants to go there and bring bad luck upon themselves.
In the evening, Medicine King Valley was hosting a reception, with white banners and cloths hung in the halls and outside. Elder Chen came over, thought for a moment, then waved to Qing Guiyu, telling her to sit near the main seat in the main hall.
She felt a little sad, and thought about her reputation. She mentioned this concern to Elder Chen. Chen Yunfeng shook his head and said, "Since Gui Yan is going to the Medicine King's Tomb to guard the body, there are few in the valley who are closer to the Valley Master than you. Why not sit down?"
When Qing Guiyu heard her former master mention this, she remembered that she had not been treated so kindly by the elders in Yaowang Valley for many years, and her nose felt sore.
She followed Chen Yunfeng to the main hall. Elder Meng looked at her and said nothing.
It has not been confirmed yet.
Suddenly, a disciple hurriedly ran from the crowd, knocking over the wine cups on the edge of the table as he ran. He did not stop at all, but just said he was being insolent. He whispered something in Elder Chen's ear, and Chen Yunfeng's face changed drastically.
After taking a few steps back and speaking to Elder Meng, Meng Ziliu suddenly stood up and reached out for his weapon.
The disciple then went to look for the disciples of Yaowang Valley one by one. Although his voice was low, it was particularly clear because of the sudden silence in the hall.
The heroes had come to offer their condolences and gather information, but when they saw the two elders of Yaowang Valley suddenly change their expressions and Meng Ziliu even drawing his sword to stand up, they immediately realized that something big had happened. The discussions around them stopped immediately, and in the huge main hall, you could hear a pin drop, and countless eyes were focused on Chen Yunfeng and Meng Ziliu.
I heard the disciple say, "Many experts have come from the northern border of the foreign country and are now outside the hall. They say they want to take the secret golden needle technique from the valley."
Before anyone could start to discuss, a scimitar came whistling through the air and pierced the spirit flag pole in front of the door.
The spirit flag pole shook a few times, then fell down with a crack.
As the white banners rolled, several figures walked in slowly. The heroes took a look and saw that the two leading figures had a particularly astonishing aura.
On the left stood a tall, burly figure, draped in a thick fur coat, revealing half his muscular chest, covered in tattoos. On his shoulder was a massive iron mace, reeking of blood; it was obvious he had hurled the scimitar.
The man on the right, middle-aged, with a slightly bent figure, wore a brocade robe. His face had deep features, a prominent nose, and eyes of a strange amber color. He placed his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly sweeping across the main seat, finally landing on Qing Guiyu, who sat near the main seat.
The servants following behind these two men also had a strong aura and were obviously top-notch fighters.
"Medicine King Valley," the man in brocade robe on the right spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it was heard by everyone with extraordinary clarity. It seemed that his internal strength was extremely profound.
"We have come from afar to seek the secret technique of 'Huangdi Juezhen' from Guigu. We heard that the master of Guigu passed away unfortunately," he bowed slightly, but there was no respect on his face.
"It's truly a pity. But this technique is a treasure that can save lives and heal the wounded, and it shouldn't be buried with the deceased.
The foreigner in brocade robe waved his sleeves.
"The heroes are all here today to bear witness. Hand over the secret technique, and we will leave immediately and will not disturb the peace in front of the spirit." His words were polite, but the content was extremely domineering, as if the Yellow Emperor's Needle was already in his pocket.
"How dare you!" Meng Ziliu could no longer hold back, and suddenly took a step forward, unsheathing his long sword half an inch.
"The Yellow Emperor's Absolute Needle is the secret of our Medicine King Valley. How dare you, the barbarians, covet it? The Valley Master's body is still warm, yet you are taking advantage of the situation to rob him. How shameless! Want the secret technique? Ask the sword in my hand first!"
The brocade-robed foreigner sneered and said, "Lady Liumei, you're still showing off your years of prestige. I wonder when Elder Meng's sword will be reforged."
When these words came out, everyone in Yaowang Valley was shocked. Qing Guiyu's heart suddenly jumped.
The fact that Meng Ziliu's sword had been shattered by Young Master Jin Sheng was strictly forbidden to be mentioned to anyone for the sake of dignity. This person pointed it out publicly as a humiliating gesture, clearly well prepared and fully aware of the recent events in Medicine King Valley.
But the people present that day, apart from Yaowang Gu and her Qing Guiyu, were only the Tianji Pavilion Master Chen Juansheng.
If one plan fails, another one will come up? She felt uneasy, afraid that these people were also some new plot arranged by Master Jinsheng.
The man in brocade robes continued, "We'll send more people from the Northern Frontier to surround this place. If Medicine King Valley isn't afraid, you can give it a try."
Whether he said this was true or not, the crowd in the hall was in a state of panic. While there were certainly masters from various sects here, escaping would not be difficult. However, since each sect had brought their own disciples with them, any of them with lesser martial arts skills would likely be killed.
He glanced at them one by one, and paused for a moment when he looked over. Qing Guiyu felt a chill behind his ears, and didn't know how much he knew. He saw the followers on the left and right behind him drawing their weapons and looking around ferociously.
At this moment, the sight of this mourning is enough to draw blood.
However, with Han Shu's death, Medicine King Valley lost a prime combatant. These people came prepared, insulting the mourning hall, and who knows how many disciples will die. Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth.
Everyone held their breath for a moment, and the girl in green clothes stood up a few steps.
"I was expelled from Medicine King Valley a long time ago. What does the 'Yellow Emperor's Absolute Needle' have to do with Medicine King Valley?"
Qing Guiyu looked around and said in surprise,
"Everyone, why do you talk like I'm an object?"
"Even Chen Tianji could be poisoned by the Gu," she slowly took out the gold thread that she had taken from Chen Juansheng in front of the gate of Yaowang Valley that day from her clothes, tossed it in her hand, and smiled.
The heroes saw the golden thread flashing in the hands of the girl in green. Isn't that the golden blade of Young Master Jin Sheng?
The fact that the leader of Tianji Pavilion has been infected with a love poison is extremely difficult to find someone in the martial arts world who is unaware of this.
"May I ask you, how do you compare to Shen Tianji?" She turned the bamboo flute, put her hands behind her back, tilted her head and smiled.
"Even Young Master Jin Sheng couldn't do anything to me, so how can you, the people from Northern Frontier, be so sure you can catch me?"
When she was young, she saved Chen Juansheng and revealed the story of the Yellow Emperor's needle-killing ability. This was her fault. If foreign nations used this to cause trouble, or even provoke disputes, how could she live with it?
I couldn't help but think of the chaotic times of war when I was young. I felt that in this world, there should never be parents who had to poison their own children, nor should there be children who were abandoned by their parents.
Then he turned around, stepped to the center of the main hall, bowed to all four sides, and said loudly,
"Abandoned disciple of Medicine King Valley, wandering doctor,"
When she thought of this, she felt that the world was very absurd. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, and continued, "Poison witch. Qing Guiyu is here to ask for advice."
Since we don't know how much this matter is related to Shen Juansheng, doesn't that mean we can only rely on her?
The crowd in the hall stretched out their heads and saw the girl in green playing the bamboo flute in front of her. Her eyes sparkled, and she raised her head and said clearly,
"If I can't make you kneel down and beg for mercy within five moves, I will go with you without you having to do anything."
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