Chapter 94: Rejuvenation: The cold pond water recedes, and the spiritual jade emerges.
The water in the pond is alive.
No, the water in the pond is dead, the kind of dead that has been silent for thousands of years and refuses to accommodate even a single living thing.
But the cold poison in this stagnant water was alive. Like countless invisible ice snakes, it madly drilled into her warm body through every pore.
Fortunately, she is Qing Guiyu and is unwilling to die.
The tortoise breathing technique locked the Yang energy firmly in the heart meridian. She forced herself to ignore the extreme cold that was enough to freeze her bone marrow and focused all her attention on her eyes.
The water in this cold pond was eerily clear, offering almost no resistance as one dived down. The light from the night-shining pearls on the ice dome overhead pierced through the deep water, refracting into a hazy, dim glow, like distant, cold stars sunk beneath the surface.
She swam very fast. The ice coffin was not deep, so she went straight towards the huge ice coffin that was emitting a faint light.
Finally, her fingertips touched a smooth and hard surface of ice.
The ice was as smooth as a mirror, yet its touch was so chilling that even the fingers she used to protect them stung. She swam close to the surface, only to discover it wasn't a coffin at all, but a massive wall of black ice, rising from the bottom of the pool, its breadth and depth unknown.
This entire huge piece of black ice jade was immersed in this cold pond by Chen Yan using an unknown method.
Because of its enormous size, the upper part of the ice floats above the water, resembling a coffin lid, while the lower part sinks to the bottom, forming the coffin body. Looking down from the pond, doesn't it look like a natural ice coffin?
What a grand gesture, what a deep obsession.
The blurry figure of the woman was deep in the ice wall.
Qing Guiyu endured the biting cold and swam along the ice wall, looking for the rough spot he had just glimpsed on the silk thread.
Then she saw it. The words she had just seen were engraved on the ice wall.
The handwriting was elegant and beautiful, like that of a woman, and it was obvious that the writer had profound internal strength. On this huge piece of black ice, it did not seem to be carved, but written.
"Lead the cold air in from Yongquan, through Taixi, along Yinqiao, and up to Xuanji."
"When it condenses, it becomes ice, and when it melts, it becomes water. Refining the marrow and cleansing the veins, it will eventually lead to great perfection."
Below the characters is a diagram of the meridians.
The two sets of skills were forcibly connected on this ice wall by a pair of skillful hands. They were intertwined like two ice dragons fighting endlessly, but finally returned to one place and were forcibly suppressed by this hand at the three gates of the heart, achieving a dangerous and delicate balance.
This is the true heavenly tribulation. It's not the formation, but the human body.
Qing Guiyu was horrified by what she saw. She felt that the most profound martial arts in the world were displayed before her without any cover.
No, that's not right.
Based on her experience in treating injuries and taking pulses of two people, she knew that the cold marrow technique was correct in following the meridians.
The Bingxi Qi Xi Jue is not right, it is only about 70% similar.
Could it be that the person who engraved the words first understood the method of combining the two cold skills into one, and then deduced it carefully and came up with the general outline of another book on his own?
What a rare martial arts genius that must be!
Her eyes followed the handwriting all the way down, and when she reached the end, the handwriting suddenly changed. It was no longer the graceful and elegant regular script, but a completely different, thin, strong and decisive handwriting.
It seems as if another person carved it stroke by stroke with great hope.
— Having engraved his name, I will also engrave his voice. I will devote all my energy to achieving this feat. A peerless person, waiting for you.
What's this?
Qing Guiyu was stunned, unable to recover for a moment. This lingering sentence was completely different from the previous paragraph of cruel and domineering martial arts skills.
Since the second engraver wanted to find the meridian cleansing secret for this woman, he must have never found it until the woman died from the cold poison in her bones.
And this woman is the wife of Shen Yan, the old master of Tianji Pavilion.
If we were to look for the engraver of Han Gong, it would probably be Chen Yan.
Chen Yan's late wife, a woman who had also practiced the Cold Marrow Technique, was a prodigy, having even discovered a method to combine the two Cold Marrow Techniques before her death. But I'm afraid that in the end, neither the Yellow Emperor's unique needle nor the Ice Stream Pulse Washing Secret could be found in this world.
Although Qing Guiyu understood the situation clearly, he was almost angry to death.
The young ones write love letters as fishing notices, while the old ones write love letters and carve them on this thousand-year-old ice wall.
I was almost about to lose my life today because of the feud between this crazy father and son.
She memorized all the meridian methods in her mind, and finally she was so angry that she kicked on the line of small words, using the force to turn back.
Who knew she'd kick the writing? With a soft, crackling sound, a palm-sized chunk of ice fell away, revealing a small depression in the mud at the very bottom. With a sudden thought, she reached out and touched something tightly wrapped in a special material.
When I shook it open, I saw it was a jade slip.
She suddenly felt happy and hurriedly moved, finally using both her hands and feet to pull the jade slip into her arms.
But just as she hugged the jade slip, a powerful force suddenly attacked from behind, grabbed her wrist and forcibly dragged her upwards.
Qing Guiyu was horrified and, without a second thought, she swung her flute back. However, the force was incredibly strong. She was already struggling in the water, and now the hand held her firmly in place, preventing her from moving.
A face that was so pale and colorless, yet so beautiful that it could make people intoxicated, was right in front of her.
It is a deep engraved sound.
He actually jumped down.
The black robe spread out silently in the water, and the black hair fluttered, like a huge blooming ink-colored lotus.
Dozens of golden threads swayed slowly in the water, like flowing streams of light. The eyes, already shrouded in a glacial film, now seemed even thicker as the water's ripples refracted them, leaving them almost completely blank and empty.
The young man bit his lip and looked like he was about to cry, but the hand that was holding her hurt him so much, with the determination and madness that belonged to Young Master Jin Sheng.
He held her tightly with one hand, and with the other, he still held the golden thread that tied them together.
He couldn't see anything, but he found her in this dark abyss by relying on the silk thread tied around her wrist.
He wanted to drag her out.
Drag him away from this tomb belonging to Tianji Pavilion, which is filled with all the secrets and pains.
If she were still alive, he'd probably live too. If she died, he'd probably sink with her into this eternally cold pond, becoming a pair of ice sculptures, forever inseparable. Qing Guiyu was so enraged by his reckless attitude that she nearly fainted.
No matter how you look at it, she's losing money on this deal.
She had finally managed to pull her life back from the brink of death, but she didn't do it to commit suicide for love.
She wanted to scold him, but as soon as she opened her mouth, cold water rushed in.
He held her tightly in his arms, about to lift her upwards. Her body was as cold as a piece of ten-thousand-year-old black ice, yet it was trembling violently with madness.
Through several layers of wet clothes, she could clearly feel the violent and chaotic coldness in his body, which was colliding wildly with his retrograde blood.
Is he dying?
This thought is colder than the water in the pond.
But at this moment, her eyes swept across the black ice wall, and another absurd yet extremely clear thought suddenly emerged.
Black ice.
The Tianji Pavilion asked him to bathe in the crushed ice in the Xuanbing Box to restore his eyesight.
Where did this method come from?
Isn't this the largest and most deadly black ice pool in the world?
She quickly reviewed the strange meridian diagram she had just seen on the ice wall in her mind, then took a deep breath and made a decision that even she thought was crazy.
Qing Guiyu stopped struggling and instead followed his strength, her whole body softened and she let him hold her tighter.
Now is the time!
She suddenly turned over, stretched out her hands, pressed one hand on the Tan Zhong point on his chest, and with the other hand, pressed him against the huge ice wall.
In an instant, two completely different yet equally deadly sources of cold air were forcibly connected through her body.
This is just crazy.
Qing Guiyu thought to herself that she had done many reckless things in her life, such as stealing books and needles, breaking tendons and deceiving her teacher, but basically, none of them was closer to seeking death than this one.
But by chance - this fatal coincidence, the timing was too suitable. After all, she didn't want to go to the bottom of the cold pond again in her life.
I have to admit that her Huangdi Juezhen is indeed a bit of fate.
Two distinct streams of cold energy, with her at the center, instantly connected. One end connected to the raging, uncontrolled cold poison internal energy, the other to the bottomless abyss of black ice. A single careless move would drain both of their internal energy and freeze them to death.
The young man under him suddenly began to tremble.
He probably thought she was going to die with him. In those empty eyes, the crazy despair disappeared, transformed into a sad and gentle calm.
He even relaxed his grip, letting her struggle with him at the bottom of the pool.
Qing Guiyu didn't have time to care about all these twists and turns, he just wanted to follow the direction of the veins - to force the two ice dragons that were biting each other to entangle together, hold down their heads, and force them to use Shenting as the pivot, and split into three paths, one for Yangbai, one for Sizhu, and one for Tongzi.
The cold air dissipated and rushed straight into the eyes!
Shen Juan sounded like he was gasping in pain, and his whole body began to convulse violently in her arms.
Finally, the young man stopped trembling.
Crack——
A very slight yet extremely clear shattering sound came from the veins under his hand.
She raised her head and looked straight at him.
Across the dark, swaying water, she saw the pair of eyes that were always covered with a layer of ice.
At this moment, the barrier that was like colored glass was shattering and drifting away.
The water in the cold pond receded, the spiritual jade suddenly appeared, and the gate of heaven, which had been dark and bright, suddenly opened.
The broken ice crystals condensed on his long eyelashes, and were then dispersed by the current, turning into star-like specks of light in the cold water.
The icy fog dissipated.
After many years, those beautiful peach blossom eyes finally got rid of all the fog and emptiness, revealing the clear pupils underneath.
Qing Guiyu breathed a sigh of relief.
It hadn't been in vain. She forced a weak but triumphant laugh. Feeling a little exhausted, she hurriedly tucked the cold jade scroll into her lapel.
"Your eyes are all right now," she mouthed silently. "That makes it easy—take me out."
So she relaxed and let the hazy darkness embrace her.
The last thing she was aware of was a pair of arms that suddenly tightened, holding her tightly and tightly in an embrace that was cold yet scorching.
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