Chapter 93: We have come to this point. Fortune and wealth are sought in danger, and so is human life...
Qing Guiyu felt a little uneasy, as if she had forced him to sign a contract to sell himself into prostitution.
It's so embarrassing.
For a moment, I wished I could find a crack in the ice and crawl into it. I'd never said anything so outrageous in my life. It was even harder than when my master caught me stealing the Yellow Emperor Needle manual in the middle of the night.
She was just considering whether to take back her words and try a more forceful approach, such as directly snatching a few of his gold threads, when she saw Shen Juansheng extremely slowly raise a hand.
The hand wrapped with golden thread, with distinct joints, which just now exuded a cold and murderous aura, now covered his face with some trembling.
It seems as if he is trying to hide some shameful expression.
Only the corners of her eyes were visible, ablaze with deep emotion, a startling red. It was as if a heavy smear of rouge had been applied to the corners, creating beautiful and vibrant coral branches, entwined with the vibrant crimson needle marks.
The young man's figure was shaking a little. If he hadn't been holding her sleeve, he would have fallen into the cold water behind him.
He couldn't see and was injured, so Qing Guiyu quickly reached out and held him. She was really afraid that since he looked like he was going to commit suicide on the spot, she would really drown him.
But Chen Zhuansheng suddenly let go of her hand and took two steps back, his black sleeves drawing a hasty arc in the air.
His whole body was shaking, and even from a few steps away, one could sense the uncontrolled aura of ice and fire emanating from him.
For a moment she thought he was ill again, not out of embarrassment, but with a sudden high fever.
The young man remained motionless for a long time.
Deathly silence.
In the ice cave, there was only the faint sound of dripping water, tap, tap.
It was as if something in his heart was being uncovered inch by inch.
Suddenly, he squatted down and covered his face with his hands.
"You..." the young man said hesitantly, "You...don't do this..."
Chen Juansheng lowered his hands from his face, then raised them again to cover his face, raised them helplessly, and lowered them hastily, as if he himself didn't know how to put them.
This look didn't sound like he was being begged, but rather like someone had discovered his most unbearable and secret thoughts that he had hidden for more than ten years.
“Chen Tianji, Shen Tianji?”
Qing Guiyu took two steps forward, poked his back with his bamboo flute, and urged, "If you keep burning, the water in your brain will really dry up."
"Yeah." He was lower than her, and she could only see the gold wire tied in his hair, swaying. He answered irrelevantly, mumbling through his fingers, "A little...unbearable."
Qing Guiyu praised herself in her heart, but she had to keep a straight face. Seeing him like this, the slight timidity in her heart immediately turned into full confidence.
Isn't this better than a golden needle?
Although he almost died of embarrassment just now, Qing Guiyu has always been bold and reckless. Once the scar heals, he forgets the pain. He dares to do it once and he will do it every time.
She cleared her throat and decided to press on and finalize the matter.
"I'm going to go and take a look," she said, pinching her throat. "If you won't let me, what else can I do? I can only beg you."
"Chen Tianji," she said again, and seeing his body stiffen again, she thought of a plan, and her tone became more and more righteous, "Just think of it as having pity on me, okay?"
“No!”
Chen Juansheng suddenly stood up, which frightened Qing Guiyu so much that he even turned the bamboo flute in his hand sideways.
"You want it, don't you?"
He interrupted her abruptly, his voice hurried and erratic, as if if he stopped for a moment longer, she would say something that would completely break him down. So he kept his head down, his dark hair and golden threads tangled and draped, covering most of his face in shadow.
"...If you want it, I'll give it to you." He whispered.
Qing Guiyu breathed a sigh of relief.
It's a pity that she drove him crazy, otherwise he would have been such a brilliant person.
Young Master Jin Sheng raised his hand, and several golden threads flowed out from his fingertips, but they did not carry any of his usual murderous aura. Instead, they seemed to be disturbed by the owner's out-of-control emotions, and they floated unsteadily in the air.
The golden thread found the strongest ice rock on both sides of the ice cave and embedded itself deeply into it, its force fierce, as if venting some unspeakable emotion. It stretched out two thin, shimmering lines that stretched across the sky above the cold pond.
During the whole process, he kept his head down and didn't dare to look at her.
"Okay." Finally, Shen Juansheng turned his back to her, his voice still a little unstable and hoarse.
Qing Guiyu walked to the edge of the pond and looked at the two golden threads trembling slightly in the cold air. The guilt in her heart resurfaced. She knew that this person was not angry with her, but was really worried that something bad would happen to her.
She looked down at the abyss below her feet, then at the two golden threads, and thought that it was really dangerous for her to walk so far.
So he took off the bamboo flute from his waist.
"I put the flute across the upper silk thread and hold on to it for leverage. I put my feet on the lower one, which is more stable." She raised her voice to explain to him.
Shen Juansheng turned around and nodded, seeming to calm down a little.
"Miss Qing," he suddenly called her again, walked to her side, untied a piece of gold thread from his wrist, and grabbed her wrist.
His fingertips were cold, and the moment they touched her skin, both of them shuddered.
Chen Juansheng seemed to want to retract his hand, but he forced himself to hold back, and his movements became more cautious.
He lowered his head, wrapped the gold thread around her wrist twice, and tied a knot carefully.
"What are you doing?" Qing Guiyu looked at his profile.
"I can't see," he whispered, a hint of embarrassment in his voice, as if he were genuinely ashamed. "What if...what if you fall, I can...find you."
He said this as if she were a three-year-old child. Qing Guiyu felt amused and wanted to pull her hand back, but his expression made her lose her temper.
"Are you afraid I'll run away?"
He paused, and his face suddenly felt hot again.
"……Um."
After a long moment, he uttered this single word, fragmented and unclear, as if he was afraid she wouldn't hear him, yet also afraid she'd hear him too clearly.
After tying it, he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, slowly loosened his hands, took half a step back, and put some distance between them, as if he had exhausted all his courage.
"Hold on tight," he instructed, regaining some of his usual gentleness. "I'm down there."
Seeing him being so demanding and almost fainting on the spot, Qing Guiyu felt that she was a bit of a piece of shit, but at the same time, she felt extremely happy.
Finally, she patted his shoulder with a cheerful tone.
"Let's go, my beloved concubine."
Shen Juansheng did not respond, but just stood there, motionless, like a statue frozen solid by black ice.
She took a deep breath, and without hesitation, she took a deep breath and jumped up, listening to the rain and stepping into the air. The real and the unreal overlapped, and she landed lightly on the bridge woven with golden threads.
Her blue shirt rolled up, then drooped, like a blue parrot that had fallen from its perch. The silk thread beneath her feet was cold and tough, swaying slightly. She steadied herself and, step by step, walked towards the huge ice coffin in the center of the cold pond.
One could feel his restrained yet violent trembling coming from the golden threads in his hands.
Chen Juansheng was standing by the pond, tightly grasping the other end of the golden thread with both hands. The joints of his hands were blue and white. The golden thread fell to the Chiwen Tower Order below him. In the dim light, it was as cold and hard as iron.
He couldn't see her, but his empty eyes were staring at her direction without blinking.
It seemed that if she moved even slightly, he would jump into this cold pool of no return without hesitation.
"Don't be afraid," Qing Guiyu said without turning around, placing his hand on the bamboo flute. His voice was a little brittle due to the cold, but he was still bright and calm. "If I fall, I'm afraid you, the Tianji Pavilion, will be buried with me."
"...Yeah." The voice was a little heavy.
"Don't cry." Qing Guiyu was afraid that he would secretly shed tears, so he had to remind him again.
There is a bottomless dark cold pool under his feet, and an ice dome inlaid with night pearls above his head. He is suspended in the center of this huge glass world.
She calmed herself down, held onto the bamboo flute that served as a crossbar, and walked steadily, step by step.
The Listening to the Rain Steps, which emphasize the interplay of emptiness and reality, were used on this delicate silk thread, making it feel like walking on flat ground. Her green robe fluttered slightly in the chill, and the golden thread he had tied around her wrist, following her movements, guided the dark figure by the pond.
She could imagine what he looked like at that moment without even looking back.
His entire body must be tense, and all the coldness and murderous intent in his body have been restrained, leaving only pure, unadulterated tension.
This tension, across the long distance, was transmitted along the golden thread to her wrist without any error.
What a hassle.
The closer you get to the huge ice coffin, the colder it becomes, almost penetrating your bones.
She walked carefully half a circle around the huge ice coffin, stepping on the golden wire.
From a distance of several feet, one could vaguely see the outline of the female corpse in the coffin. She had a slim figure and her gorgeous clothes were still intact.
It was carved from a single block of black ice, shimmering and translucent, yet eerie in its depths of darkness. The light from the night-shining pearl filtered through the ice, refracting into countless blurry rays, making it impossible to discern the face of the elegantly dressed woman within the coffin.
The craftsmanship of this ice coffin is simply amazing. The surface is as smooth as a mirror, without even the slightest seam.
wrong.
At this moment, the halo of a night pearl on the top of the cave hit the side wall of the ice coffin at a tricky angle.
As the light refracted, Qing Guiyu's spirits suddenly lifted.
There are words.
There is a small area near the bottom of the side wall of the ice coffin where the reflection of the light from the night pearl seems to be different from other places. It is not as smooth and has a slight roughness.
If she had not been practicing acupuncture for many years and had not had eyesight far superior to that of ordinary people, she would not have been able to detect this subtle difference.
Is it a tombstone?
Her curiosity instantly overwhelmed all her vigilance. This was the only clue related to the Cold Marrow Skill.
Chen Juansheng's cold marrow skill, Lu Guiyan's ice stream pulse washing technique, and her own Huangdi's unique needle.
Qing Guiyu stepped down and slid forward several feet along the golden thread, hovering directly above the ice coffin. However, the distance was still too far, and the words were blurred by the reflection of the water waves and ice crystals.
No, it has to be closer.
Qing Guiyu glanced at the golden thread beneath her feet, then at the bamboo flute on her wrist. She gritted her teeth and made an extremely bold decision.
She released her hands from the bamboo flute and used the flute head to hook the golden wire above. She sank her body, grabbed the golden wire below with both hands, hooked her feet, and used the force to flip over, hanging upside down under the golden wire.
The hem of the blue shirt fluttered because of this sudden movement, and then fell gently, like a blue bird with its wings folded.
My hair hung down, a few strands brushing my cheeks, making me feel itchy. From this angle, the entire ice cave seemed to be turned upside down, and the night pearls became stars hanging overhead.
This action is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall into this deep cold pool.
And the ice coffin was much closer to her.
The golden thread on her wrist suddenly tightened, and she could clearly feel the violent trembling coming from the person by the pond, almost pulling her back from the thread.
"Don't move!" she shouted without turning her head, her voice echoing in the empty ice cave. "I know what I'm doing!"
The force indeed stopped, but the silk thread was shaking even more violently.
Qing Guiyu ignored him and focused all his attention on the ice coffin. As his body descended, the small words finally became clearer.
"Condensing the cold marrow... a peerless being... I will serve... you... my dear..."
The following words became increasingly blurred.
Come closer,
A little closer.
The end of the silk thread tied to the hand was constantly vibrating, just like diagnosing a pulse through a hanging thread. It was the pulse pulled by the heartbeat.
The golden light flickered.
It is the source of all his suffering and sin.
But how could he...how could he let her set foot here?
A fear, sharper than the onset of the cold poison, instantly gripped the heart of the black-robed young man. His mind, once filled with countless calculations, was now twisted into a bloody mess by panic and regret.
He thought he could hold back, that as long as she asked him, he would agree to anything.
But he overestimated himself.
He overestimated his own pitiful control over her safety.
"return!"
That voice was no longer the usual gentle and elegant tone, but was completely out of control and collapsed, with bloody despair.
"I regret this! Come back soon!"
Qing Guiyu was startled by his sudden despair and subconsciously looked back.
I saw the young man in black clothes stumbling towards the edge of the pond.
Just then.
Tick-tick.
A soft sound came from above.
Qing Guiyu subconsciously looked up and saw that on the ice dome above her head, a huge block of ice that had been loosened by years of coldness broke silently because of the slight airflow generated by her internal force below.
The water droplets grew bigger and heavier, until they could no longer bear the weight.
The ice block flashed with a cold light, carrying tiny ice crystals, and fell silently towards her.
Oh no!
She was horrified and without thinking, she turned over to use the momentum to jump back onto the silk thread above.
But the ice was falling too fast, and she was in mid-air, with her old strength exhausted and no new strength yet to come.
The ice cube hit the tight golden wire above her head hard.
Clang——!
With a sharp, piercing sound, the golden thread trembled violently, and the huge force bounced her whole body upwards.
Qing Guiyu felt his feet go empty and he lost all support. Like a fallen leaf blown off a branch by a strong wind, he fell straight down into the bottomless, mirror-like darkness.
The world suddenly turned upside down before her eyes.
The feeling of weightlessness was overwhelming, and the wind was whistling in my ears.
Plop——!
The biting cold instantly swept from all directions, penetrating all her protective Qi, like countless ice-hardened needles, madly piercing into every inch of her skin and every meridian.
For a moment, she was almost frozen by the sudden cold, and even her thoughts stopped.
It's such an unlucky year that I can fall into a trap just by reading some gossip.
Qing Guiyu cursed himself fiercely in his heart.
Fortunately, she has always had the strongest survival instinct in her life.
Can't die!
She bit her tongue hard, the intense pain instantly breaking free from the paralysis caused by the cold. While the cold poison hadn't yet fully penetrated her heart meridians, she swung her left hand around, her fingers swiftly tapping, sealing several acupoints in her chest and abdomen, including the Shenfeng, Lingxu, and Bulang acupoints.
Then take a deep breath, draw in the internal energy, and quickly pass it through Tanzhong, Qihai, Guanyuan, and Mingmen.
His internal energy was running wildly in his meridians that were about to stagnate. The technique of using turtle breathing to stabilize the meridians in the Qing Nang Sutra suddenly sealed several major acupoints in his body that were crucial to his life, locking his yang energy and internal energy firmly in his heart meridians.
Darkness and coldness pressed in from all directions.
But her eyes were brighter than ever before.
A doctor faces dangers in his life, and he always takes himself as the risk.
——Wealth and honor are achieved through risk, and the same goes for human life.
After doing all this, he took a deep breath of the last cold air above the pond, suppressing all thoughts of survival.
Since you are here.
She pierced the water surface with her bamboo flute, bent her body, and resolutely dived towards the black ice coffin that was emitting a faint light, and towards the secret engraved on the ice wall.
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