Chapter 98 He is indeed ruthless, handsome, and stingy...
Qing Guiyu was startled, knowing that the word "end" he said was definitely not a gentle ending, so she reached out to pull his sleeve.
What Master Jinsheng said about the end was not a good thing.
But how can I catch it?
A dark figure flashed, and he flew out from the window, his wide sleeves fluttering, golden threads flowing, as if he was riding on a gentle breeze, flying down.
Qing Guiyu hesitated and felt a bit worried, wondering if he was planning to take on so many people all by himself. He also felt that he was ruthless and worried that he might harm innocent people. So he picked up his bamboo flute and jumped down as well.
"Shut up!" she shouted, but for a moment she couldn't think of how to tell him.
"Yeah." The young man in black clothes was as thin as a feather and had landed silently on the edge of the river beach. At this tense moment, he turned around when he heard the voice.
The afternoon sun was radiant, illuminating his complexion, like white jade from a field of jade. The reflection of the river's ripples lingered in his eyes, and he even smiled at Qing Guiyu, saying, "Miss Qing, please stay here and wait a moment. I know I won't kill anyone."
After he finished speaking, his body moved, and in just two jumps, he had reached the center of the river beach.
This time he moved swiftly and abruptly. His movements, which were originally clever and graceful, seemed to have been carefully crafted, just like a banished immortal descending to the mortal world. The riverbank, which had been deafening with shouts and cries, suddenly became quiet.
Be it Huo Erniang who was struggling to hold on in the fire flag formation, or the besieging black warriors, including the "Young Master Jinsheng" who was standing with his hands behind his back, all of them were horrified and looked towards the uninvited guest.
"I wonder who you would like to invite," he said with a smile, his voice as clear and gentle as the sound of ice breaking jade, and it was clearly heard in the wind at this river bay. "How about you invite me too?"
"You, who are you!"
The fake "Golden Voice Master" turned pale instantly. This man's attire, figure, and appearance were already one in a hundred in the martial arts world. It must have taken him a lot of effort to imitate Shen Jiansheng's manners.
But now, when it is displayed together with the real thing, it is like rubble appearing among beautiful jade, or candlelight sinking into the morning sun. It is instantly deprived of the atmosphere and appears shabby and cramped in an instant.
The black-clad warriors behind him were also slightly confused, with only a few pairs of surprised and doubtful eyes.
"Chen Tianji!" Huo Erniang was startled at first, then her spirits lifted and she shouted, "You came at the right time!"
Without waiting for a reply from Shen Yan, she waved the banner in her hand and shouted, "Change formation! 'Swing the tail', switch from defense to offense!"
The remaining Cao Gang men in the formation suddenly became spirited and responded happily. Several blood-red flags rolled like dragons. Taking advantage of this moment of gap, they changed from a desperate defense to a living formation ready to counterattack.
"Where did this arrogant man come from!" The disguised young man on the river beach tried to hold on, but still shouted loudly.
Chen Juansheng didn't even look at him, his clear peach blossom eyes swept around coldly.
The riverbank's soft sand made it difficult to gain leverage. And while the Fire Flag Formation was the Cao Gang's elite formation, it had been under siege for so long that its formation was in disarray. The fluttering flags obscured each other's vision.
"That's right," he answered casually, seeming a little absent-minded. "I'm just a fool passing by. Since I'm not Young Master Jin Sheng, you certainly can't be either."
The person on the other side was stunned by his witty and sophistry, and just when he didn't know how to respond, he saw his right index finger and middle finger together, a cold light flashed, and several strands of golden threads suddenly floated out from his wrist like living things, and quietly and lightly penetrated into the icy river water.
But a moment.
The golden thread was suddenly retracted, splashing a string of crystal water droplets.
The water droplets were scattered, but the moment they left the water, they were frozen into ice by the cold marrow internal force attached to the silk, turning into dozens of icicles as fine as rice grains, flashing a cold light in the sunlight.
"A mere trifle." The fake young man in black sneered when he saw him like this, thinking that he was going to use some hidden weapon, so he drew out his sword and was about to attack first.
But Chen Juansheng pinched and shook his hand, and dozens of ice beads wrapped in golden threads shot out towards the beach like flowers scattered by fairies.
It wasn't aimed at anyone, but all of it hit the hot, dry sand above.
There was only a series of subtle "chi chi" sounds.
It was a midsummer afternoon, and the sand had already been scorched by the scorching sun. The ice beads exploded instantly upon contact, striking the ground and stirring up a thick cloud of dust and water vapor. Within a breath, it enveloped the entire battlefield.
The fiery red flags of the fire flag formation were looming in the fog, adding a bit of weirdness.
Huo Erniang had been through many battles, and upon seeing this, she understood what was going on. She whistled, swung the flag in her hand, and shouted, "Change the formation! Change from 'fish scales' to 'dragon teeth'!"
A dark figure flashed, and suddenly a clear voice beside her said with a smile: "Master Huo, can you lend me your flag?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Erniang felt her hand lighten and the heavy flag was taken away.
The flags fluttered, and the formation shifted again. The originally solid circular formation instantly transformed into a sharp triangular knife, taking advantage of the mist and piercing straight into the already chaotic group of black-clad men.
Chen Juansheng turned around and threw the flag into the air. With a flip of his wrist, several strands of silk blades escaped, but they did not go towards the enemy. They stayed close to the ground and spread out in all directions like sand snakes.
The men in black were all horrified and shouted in unison, "Kill him!"
Young Master Jinsheng smiled and spun around. The strands of golden threads that had sunk into the sand suddenly rose up as he spun around.
The sky full of dust was lifted up from the ground by the golden thread and rolled up by the flying flags, immediately turning into a yellow sand curtain as tall as a person, which covered the sky and the earth and attacked the black-clad warriors head-on.
The sand was blinding their eyes and the wind was blasting their ears. The assassins were caught off guard and immediately lost their composure. They waved their swords to block and retreated with their eyes closed.
Huo Erniang was a very capable person. She had already led the Dragon Tooth Flag Formation out, with flaming flags fluttering, moving left and right. In an instant, she separated the chaotic group of black-clad warriors. Screams and the sound of weapons clashing filled the air.
As the sand curtain gradually fell, the scene on the river beach had completely changed.
Only the fake "Young Master Jinsheng" was still holding the sword, standing there in shock.
A ray of golden light penetrated the thick fog and arrived in front of him silently.
The golden threads flow and the strings tremble.
The disguised young man was terrified and drew his sword, ready to fight to the death.
But before he had extended his sword half an inch, he felt his wrist tighten, a chilling force enveloping him. Young Master Jin Sheng's silk blade had already entangled his sword, twisting and pulling.
With a crisp clang, the long sword flew out of his hand, spun half a circle in the air, and pierced straight into the sand in the distance.
The man lost his weapon and turned pale. He turned around and tried to escape.
Chen Juansheng did not chase after him, but just stood where he was, raised his hand, and gently waved the strands of golden threads towards the river beside him.
With a loud splash, several silk threads were rolled up from the water by the golden thread, carrying with them the wet mud and river sand on the shore. The disguised young man felt his feet tighten, and he was dragged backwards and fell heavily into the wet and soft mud and sand.
First, it rolled on the wet mudflats, covered with muddy river sand, and then was mercilessly dragged into the icy river water.
With a splash, water splashed everywhere.
The man struggled to get up and drank several mouthfuls of muddy river water, which choked him so much that his eyes and nose streamed. However, the golden thread wrapped around his neck, and the cold wind pressed him to the ground.
The carefree attitude he had put on just now was completely gone. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were soaked, he was covered in mud and sand, with weeds hanging from his hair. He looked as miserable as a toad dug out of the mud, with no trace of his previous arrogance left.
Chen Juansheng walked forward slowly, casually pulled out a flaming flagpole, and looked down at him. His clear peach blossom eyes, however, were now devoid of any smile, only a stern, icy look.
He squatted down and used the fire flagpole to lift the man's mud-covered face, forcing him to raise his head.
"The one who replaces me," he said coldly, "doesn't have to be born too well."
The man could not move and could only raise his mud-covered face and look at him in horror.
As he spoke in a deep voice, he stretched out two fingers, pinched the man's jaw, and with a little force, pressed his face into the mud mixed with water plants by the river.
"Gu..." The fake young man struggled and coughed, but he was tied up with golden wire and could not move at all.
Shen Juansheng held him down like this until his once handsome face was covered in mud and water beyond recognition. Only then did he let go and let him collapse on the ground, gasping for breath.
Young Master Jin Sheng stood up, wiped the mud and water off his hands, straightened the wrinkles on his sleeves, and his face regained its gentle and harmless look.
He looked down at the disheveled imposter lying on the ground and smiled slightly.
"Let me ask you," he asked softly, his voice clear and pleasant, but it made people feel cold all over.
"How can you be good-looking in this state?"
The man was stunned by his question and didn't understand what was going on. His whole body began to tremble violently, but he couldn't answer a single word.
Qing Guiyu was standing not far away and could see it clearly.
Holding the bamboo flute, I silently stuffed the broken water chestnut into my mouth, and felt that the taste in my heart was even stranger than the taste of the water chestnut.
Flooded and buried, beaten and thrown, no matter how godly-looking you are, you can't withstand such disaster.
Young Master Jin Sheng vented all his shameful anger on this unfortunate guy.
Cruel, handsome, and extremely stingy.
When you get jealous, even ghosts and gods will stay away from you.
It’s worthy of him.
It's such a pity that he was driven so crazy by his own treatment.
On the river beach, the sand curtain fell, and the smell of blood mixed with the tide of the river drifted away in the afternoon wind.
Young Master Jin Sheng leisurely retracted the silk blade. The strands of golden silk spun back between his fingers. The water droplets and mud on them were shaken off by his inner force, and they became clean and gorgeous again.
Huo Erniang, along with the remaining Cao Gang members, quickly dispatched the black-clad warriors. These warriors were not weak in martial arts, but their formation had been broken, and the sudden appearance of "Young Master Jinsheng" had thrown them into disarray. They were now like fish on the chopping block.
Huo Erniang, known as "Iron Scale Bones," was indeed as quick and decisive as her rumours. With one palm strike, she shattered the skull of a death warrior, shook off the blood on her hands, and strode towards Shen Juansheng.
He first glanced at the imposter lying in the mud like a dead dog, then looked at the authentic one in front of him who was as graceful as jade, and frowned.
"What a good plan," she clasped her fists towards Chen Juansheng, but her words were directed towards Qing Guiyu. "Little sister, your love poison is probably also attached with some martial arts secrets. Look at him, he doesn't look like he's been poisoned by someone, but rather like he's here to help you conquer the world."
She said this without any politeness, and it was obvious that she had seen through the "beauty dispute" just now.
"Master Huo, you're joking," Young Master Jinsheng answered for her in a soft voice. "Chen Juansheng simply saw injustice and drew his sword to help. Besides, I already owed you a favor when I was at Tongchifang."
He brushed the matter off lightly and then brought the subject back, showing the moral principles of the martial arts world without mentioning his previous little shameful thoughts.
Qing Guiyu felt that his skin had been worn down again by his few words.
"Don't try that," Huo Erniang waved her hand, clearly not buying his rhetoric. "Thank you, Shen Tianji, for your help today. But your method of cleaning up the family is truly appalling."
She glanced at Qing Guiyu, then at Chen Juansheng, and she didn't know what she was thinking of, and her eyes became strange again.
"Forget it. This is your Tianji Pavilion's internal affairs." Huo Erniang waved her hand. "Many of my Cao Gang's brothers were killed or injured, and they need to be carefully accounted for. As for this impostor..." She raised her leg and gently kicked the imposter in the stomach. "Do you want him alive or dead?"
"Master Huo is the boss." Shen Juan said lightly, without any hesitation.
Huo Erniang was stunned for a moment, then nodded and signaled her men to drag the impostor away.
"Now that we meet today, there is something I want to discuss with you in person." Huo Erniang retracted her gaze and looked at Qing Guiyu, her tone suddenly becoming serious.
"Miss Qing," she said, cupping her hands. "Two days ago, Bai Yi Wuwang came to visit me at the Cao Gang headquarters and asked me to help him find you."
Qing Guiyu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced at Chen Juansheng beside him.
"Mr. Lu said," Huo Erniang continued, her eyes moving between Qing Guiyu and Shen Juansheng.
"'What Miss Qing wants is with me now.' He told you to wait for him at Baidi Temple. He asked me, the Cao Gang, to be sure to pass this message on to Miss Qing."
After she finished speaking, she frowned and looked at Qing Guiyu with doubt in her eyes, "Have you received the news?"
Qing Guiyu's expression suddenly became complicated.
Where did she get the news?
Since Lu Guiyan was able to find the Cao Gang, he must have started searching everywhere after she left Longcheng. And Shen Jiansheng had eyes and ears all over the world, so how could he not know about Lu Guiyan's movements?
He clearly knew it, but he hid it from her, or he directly intercepted Lu Guiyan's message.
When Huo Erniang saw her like this, she was also stunned. Then, as if she suddenly realized something, she glanced at the handsome young man with his head down beside her with a complex look that was a mixture of sympathy, understanding and a little mischief.
"Master Lu said that he had sent a message using the secret language of Medicine King Valley. Logically, you should have received it a few days ago."
Huo Erniang said meaningfully, "But for this news to reach you, it has to pass through other people's eyes and hands first... Maybe it got blown away by the wind somewhere along the way."
This was as if he was pointing at Chen Juansheng's nose and saying that he was interfering.
Qing Guiyu turned his head and stared at Chen Juansheng intently.
Shen Jiansheng seemed oblivious to this, and even considerately brushed the sand off her shoulders. His clear eyes now held an innocent and gentle expression, and he even sighed softly.
"Miss Qing, this world is a dangerous place," he said softly, his tone gentle. "Although Brother Lu is a martial arts master, he is a solitary person who doesn't socialize with others. If he really wanted to meet you, he would have found a way to meet you in person. Why would he bother sending a message through the Cao Gang?"
He paused.
"What's more, 'what Miss Qing wants'... that's a vague statement, and I don't know what the intention is. There's a lot of deceit in the martial arts world, and Miss Qing is simple-minded. If she's not careful, she might get taken advantage of."
His implication was that the news was partly true and partly false, and he kept silent because he was trying to protect her and filter out these insignificant troubles for her.
Qing Guiyu was so angry that her teeth were itching. These words sounded flawless, and every word was for her own good.
Is she simple? He is simple! He is a venomous snake!
"Master Chen is right." Huo Erniang nodded. Although she felt that what Shen Juansheng said was a bit strange, the world of martial arts was dangerous, and it was indeed strange that someone of Lu Guiyan's status had to pass on a message through the Cao Gang.
"Well, if that's the case, I won't ask any more questions." Huo Erniang finished speaking and clasped her fists again. "The Cao Gang has received your kindness today. If you need anything in the future, just let me know."
She trekked away with her group, leaving Qing Guiyu and Shen Juansheng standing on the riverbank.
Qing Guiyu's eyes were like a knife, as if she wanted to scrape off two pieces of flesh from Shen Juansheng's flawless face.
"Chen Tianji!" She gritted her teeth and said, "You clearly knew that Junior Brother was looking for me, but you didn't tell me."
Shen Juansheng finally retracted his innocent look. He turned around and faced her, his eyes clear as he awkwardly picked up the drooping silk thread.
"Miss Qing," he sighed softly, "I just don't want you to worry about irrelevant people."
Qing Guiyu was so angry that he squatted down in the middle of the mud on the river beach and thrust his bamboo flute into the water.
She knew that this was the consequence of trusting Young Master Jin Sheng.
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