Chapter 7: Cutting off the ties of love, if we act now, we will die together for love...
Chapter 7 Broken Love Threads and Green Hair
The moonlight shone obliquely on the side of the collapsed shrine. The three golden needles that had been buried that year were trembling faintly in Shen Juansheng's heart.
Qing Guiyu took a deep breath and suppressed her shock. The needle array that was supposed to be in the shape of a right triangle to guard the heart was now reversed into an upside-down position.
"Don't move," she snapped.
Shen Juansheng chuckled softly, without looking at her, he raised his head to look at the base of the statue next to him.
The crystal silk coiled between his fingers, covering the back of his hand like a net. He said softly, "Miss Qing, you don't even recognize your own needle?"
"Counterclockwise to stimulate the hair." Chilling air seeped through her teeth, and the tip of the bamboo touched his neck. "What did I say back then?"
The blood vessels on the side of Shen Juansheng's neck beat rapidly under the pressure of the bamboo joint. He smiled slightly, "Wasn't it Miss Qing who buried the needle herself?"
His fingertips seemed to be stroking the golden needle on his heart
Qing Guiyu hurriedly grabbed his wrist with his other hand, clasping his wrists with three fingers.
The pulse is like a turbulent current under a glacier, and the cold poison has been entangled in the meridians.
The most horrifying thing was that the three heart meridians that were originally guarded by golden needles were now showing signs of backflow.
"You're forcing yourself to practice the counter-needle formation..." Her voice tightened.
"With every level of improvement in the Cold Marrow Technique, the golden needles automatically shift positions. How much progress have you made in these years?"
Shen Juan coughed loudly and sat up.
"Then we have to ask the dead," he said, his eyes sparkling as he looked away.
"No living person knows."
Suddenly, the crystal thread wrapped around the green bamboo and pulled it down suddenly.
Qing Guiyu was caught off guard and staggered by him, and his nose almost hit the three upside-down golden needles.
The cold poison mixed with the smell of blood rushed towards him. He gasped and pressed her pulse-feeding hand to his heart: "Why don't you touch them?"
Qing Guiyu stared at the golden needle that trembled with coughing, his instinct as a doctor and his vigilance towards Shen Juansheng tearing fiercely in his mind.
Her mind raced as she tried to mobilize the Qing Nang Jue internal energy. If she attacked Fengfu acupoint at this moment, she might be able to temporarily stop his movements and prevent him from committing more murders.
Otherwise, her eyelashes trembled slightly, Shen Jiansheng would not be able to survive anyway...
"If I were you, I wouldn't move." Shen Juansheng suddenly chuckled.
“Even though Miss Qing can save many people by killing me at this moment.”
Qing Guiyu looked back in the direction of his gaze and saw that several golden threads had wrapped around the four side pillars, making the slanted temple look even thinner.
Young Master Jin Sheng held her in his arms, raising his hands as if to catch the moonlight leaking through the dilapidated temple, and as if to let her see the crystal threads between his fingers trembling in the moonlight.
He raised his head, a dangerous chill in his eyes. Although he was still coughing violently, his attitude was not urgent.
It was as if they were not talking about anything important at all, nor did they care which temple pillar was being pulled by the thin silk thread, or whose life was hanging on it.
"...But if Miss Qing takes action now, it will mean that you and I will die for love."
Qing Guiyu's hair stood on end, and his fingertips were only half an inch away from his heart, and he could even feel the coldness of the poison.
The remaining beams of the temple groaned dangerously as the crystal threads pulled them, sending dust and wood chips flying down.
"Qing Guiyu." He suddenly called her by her full name. His words were very soft, but he held her tightly in his arms, so that her head could only rest against his neck.
Chen Juansheng's long hair also fell down a little, reflecting some of the moonlight, making the cinnabar mole at the end of his eye look even more crimson.
"If Yaowang Valley doesn't want you, can I?" It was like a sigh.
Another shrill cry of a night owl was heard from outside the temple.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked softly.
He opened his mouth, a smile forming in the corners of his eyes, "I—"
She suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled, and her left hand brushed against Chen Juansheng's chest, lifting up the half-broken curtain.
The dusty cloth fluttered off, and the moonlight was suddenly dimmed.
The smile in Shen Juansheng's eyes had not faded, but the crystal thread on his wrist suddenly tightened.
When all the silk threads vibrated with his force, Qing Guiyu suddenly turned around, and the hem of her skirt swept through the fine dust on the ground.
Canhe Tingyu Xubu tapped his wrist, Cuizhu pressed it on the ground, and used the force to swing up to the remaining eaves before the crystal thread tightened.
The remaining beams of the temple creaked violently. Shen Jiansheng leaned against the shrine and looked up at her. Scarlet blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, making him look quite fragile.
"Excellent Qinggong..." He exclaimed while coughing, "It's just a little worse than before."
"Not as fast as the young master's madness progressed." She retorted, hooking her toes on the broken head of the eaves beast to steady herself. "You should have rotted on the stone steps back then."
Qing Guiyu turned and kicked the flying rafters on the flying beam. The moonlight cast her shadow down.
In a flash, from under the shadow, a crystal thread brushed past her ear, cutting off a few strands of her loose black hair.
Shen Juansheng chuckled softly, Qing Guiyu's wrist felt a slight pain, she followed his gaze and raised her hand.
Several strands of crystal silk had clearly wrapped around her wrists.
The crystal thread rose from his hand and fell on her wrist, as if it was a red thread tied by the most reckless matchmaker.
She frowned.
Chen Juansheng supported himself on the shrine and slowly stood up. A few strands of his hair trembled slightly with his cough, revealing his frail appearance as a teenager.
A person who has been poisoned by the cold to the bone should look haggard, but the cinnabar at the corner of his eyes was made brighter by the cold sweat, and it even had a charming and crazy breath of life.
In Qing Guiyu's eyes, it was extremely frightening. The counter-needle stimulation and the sign of the backlash of the cold marrow skill were more dangerous than she had expected.
"Don't go." Shen Juansheng lowered his eyelashes, his voice almost trembling, and the crystal thread wrapped around her hand tightened.
Seven years ago, the young man Shen Juansheng was lying on the straw mat in the medicine hut, grabbing the corner of her clothes in the same way.
She raised her head, but the moonlight was too bright tonight, illuminating all her thoughts.
Qing Guiyu raised her hand, and the copper ring that she had used to tie her hair was buckled between her fingers like a ring.
She smiled slightly, crushed the beeswax on the outer layer of the copper ring with her fingertips, spread her five fingers apart, and wiped it downwards.
It is the "Lower Pearl Curtain" style among the Nine Qing Nang Styles of Yaowang Valley.
There was a fluorescent light flashing on the copper button, and only a few soft "click" sounds were heard.
The silver hook collects the night moon, the white hand drops the pearl curtain, and where the jade-green fingertips pass, the medicine tempered on the copper ring actually corrodes the crystal threads that are difficult to cut by swords and knives, breaking them into pieces.
“It’s been seven years. Master Shen, you don’t think I have no solution, right?”
She said in a cold voice.
Qing Guiyu turned his wrist, grabbed half of the crystal silk and retreated quickly, leaving a neat incision on the hem of his clothes where the silk thread was cut.
The moonlight flowed through Shen Jiansheng's already messy black hair, and his peach blossom eyes lost their previous softness and became as sharp as a blade.
She looked at Chen Juansheng from a high place, and suddenly, she felt a little sorry for him.
Qing Guiyu's wrist shook slightly, and four golden needles shot out, two of which blocked Chen Juansheng's body, and two shot towards the copper cup filled with lamp oil on the altar.
With a ding sound, metal collided with iron, and a few sparks flew out.
It was unknown how long the oil in the middle lamp had been there. The old oil exploded when it came into contact with the spark, and in an instant, the curtains on all sides were on fire.
Qing Guiyu spun around and jumped onto the roof ridge, swung his right foot and kicked the trembling beam.
The beam had long been unable to bear the weight and finally collapsed.
The silk threads wrapped around the main beams also broke with a sound, and layers of rotten wood fell down with a loud bang. In the smoke and dust all around, there was a colorful fire.
She didn't have time to see the sound of Shen Yansheng, so she took a deep breath, used her Qinggong skills, and jumped towards the river.
Suddenly, a sharp weapon broke through the wind in her face. She turned over and the hidden weapon just grazed her cheek.
Qing Guiyu's heart moved slightly. He held Cuizhu at an angle and used his hand as a whistle. He flew towards the river while smiling and shouting to the people around him:
"Three quarters past midnight, the golden needle wanders in the heart! The time for this needle has arrived, friends of the Tianji Pavilion, why don't you hurry and collect your young master's body!"
Sure enough, several black shadows flashed by, and Qing Guiyu's lie succeeded. He took the opportunity to use the Listening to the Rain Step technique and disappeared deep in the reeds on the river bank.
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