Chapter 55: Why are you pretending? Can't you just let me save you? ...
The wound on her left shoulder was painful, but she didn't care about it at the moment.
Shen Juansheng had his back to her, blocking the door. He was originally tall and straight, but his dark back seemed to be frozen there.
He didn't even turn his head, but just tilted his head slightly.
"Get out of the way," Qing Guiyu heard his own voice, which was unusually sharp.
The engraving sound remained still. He lowered his head, the golden thread dangling between his fingers, his expression dark and indistinguishable, as if lost in the midday sun.
"Miss Qing's injuries haven't healed yet, why bother getting involved in this mess?"
The way out was completely blocked by him, and her shoulder injury started to throb with pain in her haste. She could only hear the increasingly fierce quarrel downstairs through his silent body.
"Picking up a bargain? Humph!" The scholar's voice was sharp and thin, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suppressing his offended anger. "Medicine King Valley is struggling to take care of itself right now, so how could there be any bargains for people to pick up?"
The Cao Gang man laughed loudly, shaking the roof tiles.
"Bah! You're just trying to coax a three-year-old! Everyone knows you guys! You've already stared at Medicine King Valley with your eyes red!"
"Their backyard is on fire, the Valley Master was stabbed by one of his own people, and his beloved disciple ran away without a trace! You bunch of sour dogs, didn't you just run here because of the smell of fish?"
The scholar was furious, his voice cracking with anger. "Vulgar! Bai Yijian is such a great man, but he also defected from his clan! Yaowang Valley is such a loser that they can't even restrain their own number one sword. What does this have to do with Xinglinwu?"
Rebellion?
These two words were like a huge stone, hitting her heart directly.
absurd.
What is a traitor? A traitor?!
The feeling of suffocation surged up like an icy tide, strangling her, and the air in her chest seemed to be sucked out bit by bit.
Qing Guiyu took two quick breaths.
Junior brother is a person as bright as the moon and flowing spring in the valley. How could he abandon Yaowang Valley?
"Did you hear that?"
She suddenly reached out, grabbed Shen Juansheng's sleeve, pulled and shook it a few times, her body trembling a little, and her voice was hoarse, "Get out of the way. Let me pass."
Shen Juansheng finally turned sideways and faced her head-on. He let her grab him, but his eyes were cold and silent. In those eyes, which were always misty, he reflected her angry and painful face surprisingly clearly.
Qing Guiyu felt her head buzzing and she was dizzy, but the sounds from downstairs were still coming into her ears.
What kind of ivory could a rough Cao Gang man have in his mouth? They started to curse with foul language.
The scholar seemed to be furious, and he didn't care about being polite anymore, he stammered and yelled back,
"You, your Cao Gang, what kind of people are you? You've come all the way to this godforsaken northern land. Who wouldn't know you're after the Snow Mountain Sect's secret treasure? Ha! Is the Tianji Pavilion's bait so easy to swallow? Aren't you afraid of breaking a mouthful of teeth?"
The Cao Gang members immediately went into a tizzy.
"The Snow Mountain Sect was destroyed in mysterious circumstances back then. Why didn't some treasures slip through their fingers? There are plenty of people scrambling to take Young Master Jin Sheng's bait!"
"Everyone in the world knows that he went to seduce Northern Frontier just for this!"
Someone spat,
"Who in the martial arts world wouldn't rush to the Snow Mountain now if they have ears?"
"There's only this shabby shop in the surrounding villages. We came here to explore the area, but we didn't see any heroes. Instead, we saw a bunch of you sour dogs who looked down on others. What bad luck!"
…
It felt like a heavy piece of iron was stuffed in my ears, buzzing, muffled and painful.
Traitor? Junior Brother's betrayal? Young Master Jin Sheng. Bait used by the Tianji Pavilion. Connected with the Northern Frontier...
This is not a bait at all, it's a glaring trap with spikes.
It was a web that was carefully woven by the young man in front of him, who was so beautiful that he was almost enchanting, and it strangled him with every thread.
"Good, good trick..." Qing Guiyu heard his own voice being squeezed out from between his teeth and suddenly raised his head.
Her eyes were usually bright, but now they were faintly rippled. Suddenly meeting such a pair of eyes, Shen Jiansheng was startled and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Qing Guiyu grabbed his chest and pulled him with all his strength.
This caught her off guard, and she was so angry that she used her internal energy. Shen Jiansheng seemed completely unprepared for her fierceness, or perhaps she hadn't even considered resisting. She pulled him so hard that his feet were weak and he stumbled backward uncontrollably.
With a loud bang, he hit the old wooden door behind him hard, and the door panel shook violently and made a creaking sound.
The collision was obviously extremely heavy, causing his chest to heave and heave, and he coughed muffledly. A thin trace of blood flowed from the corner of his pursed lips.
Qing Guiyu panted rapidly, rushed forward a few steps, his fingers tightly grasping his collar, and could even clearly feel the vibration of his chest due to the painful coughing.
I remembered what he said a few days ago, "As long as there is no one else around Miss Qing" -
"You did it, didn't you, Shen Jiansheng?" She stared at his bloody lips, and could even see the cold reflection of the blood on his lips.
"Yes or no!"
"Junior Brother, you saved my life before. I can't possibly forgive you. You should understand that."
Her eyes swayed from side to side, blood was rushing to her head rapidly, her body was burning, and her fingers seemed to be burning under the cold touch.
The distance between them instantly shrank to the point where they could hear each other's breaths. A hint of blood floated in the air, mingling with the bitter fragrance of his body.
"very nice,"
At this moment, he actually raised his head and rested the back of his head against the cold door.
A faint smile slowly blossomed on that delicate face. He sighed softly, but that sigh revealed a scattered sadness that was completely opposite to his expression.
“That’s great.”
He lowered his head, and a few strands of black hair fell from his ears and onto his forehead, tangling with the thin golden thread hanging from his hair and brushing against the corners of his bleeding lips.
The pair of misty eyes raised up, looking at her at such a close distance. His gaze was not hazy, but filled with a calm and frightening scrutiny.
"I wonder if I were to die, Miss Qing..." he said softly, his eyelashes fluttering slightly, as if disturbingly brushing against the tip of his heart, "Would you be this worried about me too?"
"No," he suddenly denied himself coldly, "half is fine."
A cool hand, with trembling fingertips, slowly rose and gently stroked her cheek, which was hot due to anger. The fingertips twisted the corners of her heated eyes, and the movement was gentle and pitying.
"Why not me?" He muttered to himself in a dreamy voice, "...Why should I be healed by you?"
The cold touch was incompatible with the warmth on her face, which made people feel a little nervous.
"...Why when I met Miss Qing..."
He swallowed hard, his tone becoming softer and more tender, filled with confusion. "You're already... so smart, so resilient, why don't you let me... save you?"
"If," he actually closed his eyes that were always covered with mist, and repeated softly as if with a vague expectation,
“Maybe… maybe…”
Master Jinsheng was silent for a moment, then opened his eyes again and looked straight at her.
"It's just some nonsense from some lunatic, but Miss Qing has already determined that it was me."
His slender fingers intertwined with gold threads slowly covered her hands that were tightly clasping his chest.
Their wrists touched, their blood vessels pulsating together, and he laughed softly.
Such a cold excuse.
However, it was certain that Chen Jiansheng had used every possible means, even going so far as to contact Northern Xinjiang, to bring her here. These jianghu people then arrived, carrying with them the rumors carefully fabricated by the Tianji Pavilion.
Where else in the world can there be such a chain of coincidences?
However, having received his meticulous care over the past few days, Qing Guiyu really struggled when it came to fighting for his life immediately.
She felt that her damn soft-heartedness was coming back and she grabbed her hair in anger.
"No," he said, raising his hand halfway into the air when a hand covered in cold gold threads gripped his wrist tightly. Shen Juansheng's face was pale, blood still stained on his lips, and his misty eyes held a pleading, fragile expression. "If you're in pain, I'll be...sad, too."
Qing Guiyu gritted her teeth, waved his hand away and turned around.
However, just as she moved her feet and before she could take a step back, she froze.
In front and behind him, at some point, he was already entangled with numerous thin, faint, and barely visible golden threads.
These golden threads, like an embrace, gently restrained her.
"The wound on my shoulder hasn't healed yet." His soft voice came from behind him, seeming to be lost and dazed. "Miss Qing said she was willing to be with me, but now she's leaving... What about me?"
She suddenly remembered the solemn and stern instructions Lu Guiyan gave her when they first met.
Don't trust him.
Don't feel sorry for him.
But this pain seemed like the soul was trembling, and it was so real.
It was like holding a bright red, extremely beautiful, cold and poisonous snake in his arms.
Let go! She was about to use her inner strength to shake off these golden threads——
Bang! Crash!
A loud bang came from downstairs, followed by the sharp sound of dishes breaking, and then the cold, hard friction and collision sound of weapons being drawn out.
"Son of a bitch! Do it!"
"Kill these sour Confucian scholars!"
Furious curses followed by the whistling of fists and feet piercing the air, the two groups had clearly torn their relations apart and were now engaged in combat. The clashing of weapons, shouts, the clashing of fighting, and the chaotic clatter of overturned tables and chairs instantly filled the entire inn.
The proprietress of this shabby little inn on the border had never witnessed such a dangerous scene of flying metal and iron. The fight, which seemed to be about to get even bloodier, frightened her to death, and she let out a shrill, distorted scream.
"Murder!" With a heavy thud as a body hit the ground, two groups of people shouted and cursed loudly.
"Sir! Madam—!" The innkeeper's wife was obviously in extreme despair. She shouted at the top of the stairs with a tearing voice,
"You are educated people! You understand reason! I beg you to have mercy on me, an old lonely woman. Please, please help persuade these evil guests!"
Hearing her shout, several of them looked upstairs.
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