Chapter 45: Betrayal What should I do?
At that moment, Qing Guiyu glanced around. Among the banquet guests, not a single person from the Tianji Pavilion was visible. The Nine Dragons' leaders, Fuxi and Chaofeng, had clearly brought their disciples down to Medicine King Valley, but now they were nowhere to be found.
Who was it that deliberately orchestrated the gathering of all the heroes back then? Who was it that recently summoned his own followers? And who happened to be absent right now?
At first, seeing this Northern Border expert coming with such force, threatening everyone's lives, everyone was on guard. But then, hearing that all they had to do was hand over the girl with extraordinary skills from Medicine King Valley, they relaxed for a moment, looking at each other, seemingly intent on standing by and watching.
It is one thing to risk one's life to protect the reputation of the Central Plains martial arts world, but it is another to protect the secret techniques of other sects.
I heard people around me talking in private again.
In just a few words, the atmosphere in the hall subtly changed.
This was an all too familiar tactic. Qing Guiyu sneered inwardly, not sure if she was mocking Shen Juansheng or herself.
"This little girl is interesting!" The tough man with the iron mace laughed loudly, and put the iron mace on his neck.
"Didn't you say she was second-rate? Even if she was a first-rate master! Who would give in within five moves!"
Qing Guiyu lowered her head, hoping to appear reserved. Her martial arts skills had been second-rate in her early years, but now with her injured tendons, she was probably only third-rate.
Fortunately, it was the tendons in her hands that were severed seven years ago, not her feet. She still had some use for her Canhe Tingyubu (The Lotus Flower Listening to the Rain) light martial arts skills, and she couldn't quite let go of the techniques she had learned from her martial arts training.
"What a clever girl." The man in brocade robe suddenly clapped his hands and laughed. The wolf pattern on his sleeves shone coldly in the white candlelight. He narrowed his eyes.
"Since this girl is willing——"
Before he could finish his words, the big man in animal skins on his left suddenly jumped up and swung his iron mace towards him with a fishy gust of wind, without any warning.
Amid the exclamations of the people in the hall, Qing Guiyu used the Tingyu Step, his body twisted and turned, and he slid dangerously along the edge of the iron mace. Hearing the shouts of the people, he was frightened and broke into a cold sweat.
Although he was terrified, he could only gather his strength and pluck the bamboo flute to press the Yangchi and Waiguan points on the outside of his wrist.
At the same time, he raised his right hand, and a golden thread flashing with a faint golden light was thrown silently to the left and right.
Gold threads were wrapped around gold needles and nailed into the pillars on either side of the hall. The silk threads, about an inch off the ground, stretched straight across the hall.
She tiptoed onto the golden thread, took advantage of the momentum and leaped over his head.
In a blink of an eye, five or six golden threads were spread in the hall. Because there was no internal energy, they were not very sharp.
But Qing Guiyu used the silk thread to exert force, and when he used the Listening to the Rain Step to the extreme, his body flew up and down within the horizontal and diagonal area.
She was naturally graceful and elegant, and now she was walking through the hall with her skirts swaying, her steps graceful. The raindrops stirred up ripples on the water, and the wind shook the withered lotus leaves, making the scene quite graceful and elegant.
Since the man with the iron mace couldn't catch her, the two of them fought for less than five moves.
Finally, the man lost his patience and let out a muffled roar. He gathered all his internal energy, imbuing the heavy iron mace with full strength, and swung it fiercely at the nearest thread blocking the road, ripping it off with a snap.
Qing Guiyu tried to turn sideways, but the iron mace came too fast and the strong wind hit his left shoulder blade, tearing his clothes and spurting blood.
She gasped in pain, her face turned pale instantly, and her body was forced to stagger backwards by the internal force, with her back hitting the pillar of the hall heavily.
The man shouted loudly, and his iron mace ripped off the golden threads one by one. Seeing that there was still one golden thread ahead, Qing Guiyu sealed the bamboo flute and clenched his teeth. The man with the iron mace fought with great enthusiasm, wielding his iron mace and swinging hard at the last golden thread.
The move made him old, and in an instant, most of his body weight and the momentum of the pursuit were pressed on the slanted golden wire.
The golden thread instantly became as tight as a guitar string, making a soft "humming" sound.
At this moment of bearing the weight, Qing Guiyu turned his body, and the copper buckle of his fingertip passed through. Before he could break free, the golden thread took the lead and broke with a hiss.
It was like stepping on a wooden board that looked solid but was actually rotten, or like stepping on a cliff thousands of feet high in the air. The blood on the face of the man with the iron mace surged, and his body couldn't help but sway.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qing Guiyu took a deep breath, grabbed the broken golden thread with his backhand, and wrapped it around his calf, tripping and twisting it. His body passed by low to the ground, the tip of the flute floating like catkins, and pricked his Yangguan, Huantiao, and Zhishi acupoints in succession.
When his body became unstable, his acupoints were hit, and his feet were tripped, the man with the iron mace, with his strong body, slammed his knees heavily on the floor tiles in an irreversible and embarrassed posture under the gaze of the heroes in the main hall of Medicine King Valley.
There was a clang and the sound of the knees hitting the hard ground could be clearly heard.
Qing Guiyu's figure flashed, and he turned quickly as he listened to the rain, approaching the man with the iron mace from behind. He shook the bamboo flute and tapped the back of his neck lightly.
The man's upper body was still moving forward due to inertia, but he was chased by the weak force from her neck. He was busy supporting himself with his hands.
Everyone saw the green clothes and the strong wind swirling around. He almost fell to the ground as the young girl held him down on the back of his neck.
The hall fell silent instantly.
"Good!" The man in brocade robes clapped his hands, his jaw tense. "Third-rate skills, first-rate strategy!"
"Bullshit!" Someone from the group of foreigners behind him shouted angrily, "What a despicable trick! Relying on a woman's silk string! What kind of real skill is that! Get up! Destroy her!"
Someone behind him shouted, "The people of the Central Plains are all such despicable tricks!"
"You little bitch, you don't deserve to talk about martial arts!"
Some of the heroes around were extremely hot-tempered and stood up, slamming the table and refutat- ing harshly. The main hall of Medicine King Valley was instantly engulfed in shouting and cursing, a commotion that filled the air.
The noise was deafening. The foreign guest in brocade robe glanced around, raised his hand, and took a half step forward.
A very light sound of breaking through the air pierced through the noise.
It was as if a long star fell at night, passing through the hall, leaving behind a lingering, smoke-like, biting cold trail.
bite--
A golden blade, truly emitted by "Tianji Baibian", was wrapped in a chilling cold power, flashing with a thrilling indigo light, and was nailed half an inch in front of the feet of the foreign guest in brocade robes.
The strings trembled, and the cold air spread across the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering it with a thin layer of frost in an instant.
The shouting and scolding in the hall stopped abruptly.
The suffocatingly heavy air solidified in an instant, pressing down like a vast wall covering the sky.
Someone spoke softly, his voice clear and calm.
"Just now..."
The man in brocade robe turned his head suddenly. The white flags on both sides fluttered violently in the night wind outside the hall. A figure in black clothes separated from the crowd and walked slowly towards them.
A golden thread hung from his hand, and the young man in black clothes swept his eyes over everyone.
"Which friend said this silk blade is a 'woman's silk string trip'?"
"You might as well stand up." He suddenly chuckled, slightly bent the three fingers of his right hand, and gently hooked his fingertips at the crystal thread on the ground. With a slight sound that was almost inaudible, the golden wire blade that was nailed into the brick and exuded cold air instantly rolled back.
His fingers brushed across, wiping away the blood on his wrist as if it were just dust.
Qing Guiyu gritted her teeth and stared at him intently, feeling as if she was seeing him for the first time.
Surprise, anger, and hatred made the bamboo flute in her hand almost tremble.
"You shouldn't have made such a bet with Miss Qing," Young Master Jinsheng shook his head, his voice calm and without any emotion. "She's right. Sometimes I can't catch her."
The man in brocade robe snorted and asked him sarcastically,
“So according to Shen Tianji, I’ve already lost the bet, so what should I do?”
"Don't worry about it." The young man in black frowned and thought without hesitation, "Since we are called barbarians, why should we follow the rules of the Central Plains?"
"Huh!" The man in brocade robe laughed and clapped his hands, pointing at the man with the iron mace who was kneeling on the ground.
“But my brother’s life is in her hands right now, Shen Tianji, how can you save him?”
Young Master Jin Sheng glanced at the bloodstains on his blue shirt, looked at him gloomily, and remained silent. The gold threads on his black clothes flashed with a sharp cold light.
Seeing that he remained silent, the man in brocade robes sneered, "No wonder so many old men in the previous dynasty valued you." Then he turned around and sighed, "You are not like the fussy young men of the Southern Dynasty."
The man with the iron mace was kneeling on the ground, his eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light as the two men spoke, as if he instantly understood his desperate situation.
He let out a low roar from his throat, and his muscles tensed up, and he rushed towards the young man in black clothes without hesitation.
Qing Guiyu was caught off guard and was so frightened by his dying struggle that his wrist shook violently, and he subconsciously pushed the bamboo flute pressing on the back of his neck.
The man's huge body seemed to be hit hard by an invisible hammer. He fell forward suddenly and then rolled and twisted wildly on the ground like a broken sack.
After two or three breaths, his entire body suddenly stiffened. All movement ceased abruptly. After one final violent twitch, the life was completely extinguished from his wide, bloodshot eyes.
Qing Guiyu took back the bamboo flute in his hand, turned his wrist, turned his head to look at Young Master Jin Sheng, and his heart was empty except for that thorough coldness.
The lives of the people in Yaowang Valley, the lives of those heroes in the martial arts world... He deliberately accumulated them one by one.
But they are all bargaining chips used to coerce her.
Shen Juansheng's madness was so severe that he even went so far as to collude with foreign nations.
"I never thought you could be so filthy," Qing Guiyu shook his head slowly.
"Sound of deep engraving,"
God have mercy on me. Fortunately, this time I was only tricked into using the gold needle to drain his blood, and not using the jade needle to really save his life.
Her fingertips subconsciously touched the wound where she had bled a few days ago, and there seemed to still be a burning pain from being deceived by him.
After thinking for a while, she lowered her eyes.
"When the day comes that you die, even if I sacrifice my life to save a cat or a dog, I will never save you again."
However, she never expected that Master Jin Sheng had already framed her into such an isolated situation, and the words he spoke to her seemed completely unprepared.
"You dare!" He blurted out sharply, and the delicate, docile, gentle and calm appearance that had been poisoned by the love poison suddenly disappeared.
At this moment, beyond the years of temptation and fear, something that had been carefully and deliberately hidden passed through the body of the quiet young man in the medicine house and throbbed out in a hurried manner.
Only the sinister-looking black-haired young man remained, his gaze like a sharp blade slicing through flesh and blood, sliding slowly and hesitantly from bottom to top, his voice suppressed with hatred.
"Miss Qing, if you... if you..."
The following words suddenly cut off.
He felt as if he was strangling himself. He suddenly gasped for breath, and even the scattered hair was trembling.
The unfinished sentence seemed to surge twice in his chest, and finally, his voice suddenly lost its strength, leaving behind a low, almost desperate murmur.
He slightly opened his eyes, then slowly lowered his head, the golden strands of his hair sliding softly down his shoulders.
"If you... then what should I do?"
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