Chapter 9: Zhi Ye Zhui Qiong, what kind of person would feel that fireflies are warm...
Chapter 9: The Cool Night, the Jade River, and the Green
The crystal thread of Shen Engraving was tightly wrapped around her wrist, as if it was determined to turn her into an accomplice to murder.
However, Qing Guiyu could not avoid the fact that perhaps she was indeed one of the accomplices in this thread.
She didn't need him to teach her at all. It could even be said that she was the one who taught Shen Juansheng how to use the thread.
At that time, the midsummer rain in Yaowang Valley came and went without reason.
The sky had been clear for half a month, but suddenly it rained heavily for several days. By the night when the rain stopped, the bloodstains on the steps of the medicine house had been washed away.
Qing Guiyu came back from collecting herbs late that day. It was already dark. Before he even entered the door, he heard the young man who had been dragged in a few days ago and had been infected with a cold coughing in the house.
The seventeen-year-old girl walked through the medicinal garden in front of the door. When her skirt swayed, the fireflies above the leaves were startled. A few green light spots floated away from her with tiny trails.
She pushed open the door of the medicine house with a creak. Without looking up, she said to the young man on the couch:
"woke up?"
Qing Guiyu gathered her hair and threw the medicine knife, needle bag and Bian stone on the table.
The young man was pale and quiet, his long ebony hair loose as he nodded at her. Perhaps due to years of exposure to the cold, his features were somewhat gloomy, and even his lips were so pale they resembled frost.
"Whether you can be saved or not, don't be too happy too soon," Qing Guiyu sat down at the table and pushed the scroll aside, "I can't cure your poison."
The young man nodded again, then lowered his head and remained silent.
Seeing how obedient he was, Qing Guiyu felt a little embarrassed by him. He scratched his hair and reflected on his attitude.
"However," she rolled her eyes, "if you could live a few more months, until I have mastered that acupuncture technique..."
"Well, that's hard to say."
She lowered her head behind the desk and drew her own conclusions. With her left hand, she flipped open a pulse volume, picked up the pen on the desk, and dipped it in cinnabar.
"What's your name?"
The young man stopped coughing and leaned quietly on the bamboo mat. Outside the window, in the herb garden, water droplets were still rolling down the honeysuckle vines, dripping.
"My last name is Shen."
Qing Guiyu tilted her ear and waited for him to finish speaking, but he didn't say anything. Qing Guiyu could only sigh.
"Alright, Mr. Shen," she continued, pointing at herself with the pen.
"Qing Guiyu," she said, "Remember this. If you get pricked by a needle, you'll be cursing my name for decades to come."
The young man surnamed Shen lowered his head, repeated the word silently twice, and then called her.
"Miss Qing."
Qing Guiyu nodded and continued:
"My master only has two disciples, and my senior brother is under great pressure and is busy practicing swordsmanship all day. No one comes here on weekdays, so you can stay here for now."
She closed the pulse recorder, as if the problem was solved. She stood up, poured him a cup of water, and brought it to the bed.
A firefly swayed along her skirt, carrying the scent of herbs from outside the window, and flew to his hand.
The young man raised his hand and was about to touch the green firefly. Qing Guiyu looked at the little insect and frowned.
"Don't touch it," she said.
"...very dirty. They say rotten grass breeds fireflies, don't you know that?"
The boy shook his head. "I haven't seen it," he said. "I thought it was warm."
Qing Guiyu Na was filled with boredom. What kind of person, having never seen fireflies, would think they were warm?
I'm afraid he's been frozen unconscious by the cold poison.
"It's cold. It could easily die," she pressed the water into the boy's hand and added seriously, "If you grab it, it will die."
The boy lowered his head, his hair fell on her hands, and the fireflies floated across her wrists.
"Hmm." His eyelashes trembled slightly. "I think it looks good."
Qing Guiyu gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Even if it's beautiful, you can't touch it with your hands."
The young man looked away and stopped looking at her. He turned his head away, which was rare for him. He actually seemed a little angry with her.
Qing Guiyu was so angry that he almost laughed. He just thought this man was eccentric and that the cold poison had entered his brain. He just didn't let him catch fireflies, but he got so angry over such a small thing.
She took back the water cup and placed it beside the couch, then stood up and was about to leave.
Then she heard the young man behind her ask her in a clear voice.
"Why did you save me?"
Qing Guiyu was speechless for a moment. Ever since she entered Yaowang Valley as a child and learned medical skills and acupuncture, she had often practiced this problem in her mind.
But after all, who has ever seen a patient with "not treated" written on the ground?
You can't say that you have just learned the secret technique and his cold poison is very interesting, so you want to try acupuncture on him, right?
She looked around in panic, only to see the firefly still floating up and down. Qing Guiyu turned her head to glance at the young man, whose handsome face was hidden under his pale complexion.
"I think you're pretty."
She stroked her hair, took two steps, and felt a little proud.
The boy behind her blushed.
He didn't dare look at her, but just stared at the floating firefly. The firefly's faint light was reflected in his eyes, like a star falling into a cold pond.
There was still some remaining rain from the previous night falling on the green tiles of the medicine hut, making a pattering sound, drops of it dripping onto the stone steps.
The young man lowered his head and placed his hand in the water cup. His cold power was truly sinister. After a few slight crackling sounds, a thin layer of ice had formed in the cup.
He grabbed the icicles and crushed them with his hands, turning them into a lot of ice chips. The boy raised his head, raised his hands, and threw them into the air.
He scattered the ice chips, which only appeared vaguely in the summer night sky, flickering like stars in the sky.
Although Qing Guiyu's martial arts skills were not as good as his senior brother's, he also recognized that this was an extremely powerful hidden weapon technique.
"Does it look good?" the young man asked, covering his mouth and coughing.
"It looks good." Qing Guiyu said honestly, sitting back down, holding out his hand to help him breathe, watching the icicles gradually disappear, "It looks like stars."
"Compared to the universe," he said with a cough, "it should be like stars."
"It's just a look and it's gone." Qing Guiyu said casually, "This is pretty good, much better than the cold skills you practiced."
She suddenly remembered something, stood up, walked to the bamboo basket, and took out the shiny silk thread.
Seeing this crystal thread, the boy's eyes dimmed.
"Just don't let this thread hurt yourself again." Qing Guiyu told him seriously, "This is not a good skill."
The young man's eyelashes flickered. "This silk blade was originally carried by the assassins in the pavilion to kill themselves and silence others." He turned away, as if afraid to look at her. "It can't be used for anything else."
Qing Guiyu's mind moved slightly, he pulled up the crystal thread, grabbed some icicles from the cup, attached them to the silk thread, and imitated the boy's hidden weapon technique, throwing it upwards.
Several silk threads adorned with broken pearls were spread out and thrown onto the beams by her. They flickered for a moment, like crystal water falling in the night river or stars passing through the sky.
Qing Guiyu stuffed the thread into the boy's hand, looked up and smiled, "Look, isn't this always beautiful?"
The young man nodded in a deep voice, without looking up, just staring at her.
Seven years later, the art of Lingsi Fuhan was encountered again. Young Master Jinsheng was famous for his golden wire blade "Tianji Baibian" which was famous all over the world.
In front of the Baidukou Caobang Inn, Qing Guiyu was hugged by him. When she saw him holding her finger and waving it upwards, she was shocked.
"Shut up!" She pulled her wrist away and shouted at him, "Stop!"
The bright silk threads carried a chilling chill as they charged towards the Cao Gang members, pressing down from the sky like a constellation of stars. Their momentum was extremely dangerous, and this was exactly the "Changes in the Universe" from Young Master Jin Sheng's "Hundred Changes in the Heaven's Secrets".
She had indeed not allowed him to use the thread to kill himself.
But no one expected that he would use this thread to kill someone.
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