Chapter 114: Isn't it just a lie? I'm extremely worried...
When the time came, Qing Guiyu's first reaction was not fear, but absurdity.
Boy, what a joke.
She was a doctor. She'd seen countless cases of life and death, of withered bones regrowing, and she'd saved countless lives. But she saved the living, not the dead. Bringing the dead back to life? He hadn't thought of that.
The person has been dead for so many years that his bones and blood have turned cold, and his soul has been reincarnated as some piglet. How can he wake up?
The heart vessels have been cut off, the meridians have been scattered, and the vitality of this woman's body has long been gone. Even if Hua Tuo or Bian Que were reborn and dug out the Yellow Emperor from the grave, it would be impossible to make a corpse that has been frozen for twenty years blink again.
Madman! Old madman! Neither of these father and son is normal! The younger one is delirious from the fever, and all he can think about is marrying her; the older one is even more outrageous, staring at a corpse while thinking about reconciliation!
It's just a pipe dream.
But the old madman in front of him obviously didn't think so.
Qing Guiyu didn't dare show any surprise on his face. He glanced at the secret room. The four walls were made of black iron. The only exit was blocked by Chen Yan. It was impossible to break in by force.
He could only frown and pretend to be a doctor facing a serious illness. If he said "no" at this moment, this old lunatic would freeze her into the coffin right then and there to keep his wife company.
"Look," Chen Yan walked to the coffin, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the cold lid with a morbid tenderness, as if it was not ice, but the skin of his lover, "She has slept for twenty years, it's time for her to wake up."
He turned his head, and all that sinister and cruel look in his eyes turned into a kind of paranoid and burning expectation.
"Ah Wan, she's very afraid of the cold." The old man's voice was low. "I promised her that I would show her the most supreme martial arts in the world, and that she...would never suffer from this cold poison again."
Qing Guiyu felt that this madness was even colder than the chill emanating from the black ice coffin. She subconsciously hugged her arms, but her fingertips accidentally touched the newly replaced purple bamboo flute at her waist.
The flute's body was smooth, warm, and cool. The cord tied to the flute's tail was personally woven by Chen Juansheng using his own gold thread. It was intricate and exquisite, and even in the dim candlelight of the secret room, it still shone with delicate and beautiful light.
A thought flashed through her mind like lightning.
Gold thread...
A beautiful venomous snake, every part of its body a weapon. This golden thread can be used to bind hair, tie knots, and... kill people.
She felt something in her heart, but she remained calm on the surface. She even followed Chen Yan's words, took a step forward, and bent down to take a look.
"Senior," she said carefully, her tone measured, "this is a fact that defies heaven. Even though I possess the Yellow Emperor's unique needle, I cannot claim to be 100% certain."
"You have no choice." Chen Yan interrupted her coldly, and the chill came over her like a mountain.
Holding a bamboo flute, she walked to the side of the ice coffin, pretending to carefully observe the appearance of the woman in the coffin, but her fingers moved quickly and deftly behind her.
what to do?
Fighting head-on would lead to death. This old madman's martial arts skills were unfathomable. Even if he had the wounds stabbed by the young senior brother, she was still no match for him.
I can only go along with him, save my life first, and then make plans later.
The best way to deal with a madman is to be more like him than he is.
The gold thread cord was woven very tightly and was made by Shen Juansheng himself. The knots were complicated and it seemed like a lot of effort had been put into it.
But who was Qing Guiyu? She was the most cunning and treacherous disciple in Yaowang Valley. Seven years ago, she had stolen the Yellow Emperor's secret needle manual and, in the middle of the night, had unlocked the Jade Pavilion. So what was this little piece of silk worth?
The cord was untied circle by circle, and a strand of extremely thin yet extremely tough gold thread disappeared into the palm of the hand.
The treasured possession of the Master of Tianji Pavilion? ...What...something made of silk? It can cut through iron like mud and is impervious to water and fire.
She sighed and carefully wrapped the golden thread between her fingers before hiding it in her sleeve. The familiar cool touch calmed her heart, which had been pounding with nervousness, a little.
"Let's start." Shen Yan urged sternly.
Qing Guiyu took a deep breath, turned around, and glanced at the wound on his right shoulder, which was hidden by his gray robe. She took out the needle bag from her bosom and held the warm jade needle between her fingertips.
In Fu'ao Town, the junior brother was seriously injured and the sword left on him.
Although it didn't seem serious, what was the Wuwang Sword? It was a formidable blade, one that couldn't be easily neutralized by ordinary internal energy. This old lunatic had been agitated for the past few days, likely forcibly suppressing his injuries. His inner wounds must have been surging.
"Old Master, please help me open the coffin," she said.
Chen Yan said no more, and pressed his palm against the ice coffin. With a powerful internal force, he heard a crisp "click" and the heavy coffin lid slid open.
A fierce cold air swept out.
Qing Guiyu activated the Qing Nang Jue to protect her body, braving the biting cold and stepping forward. She gazed at the beautiful face within the coffin, which had lain dormant for twenty years, mentally calculating the time and... the perfect moment to strike.
The madman's sweet dream is her battlefield.
"Senior," she cleared her throat, the warm jade needle gleaming softly in the candlelight, "Your Madam has long passed away. The meridians throughout her body are blocked by cold, like a frozen river. The Yellow Emperor's unique needle is a medical treasure, designed to dredge the cold marrow, not to open it. If you wish to bring her back to life, you must first use your supreme yang and supreme strength to break the frozen death energy within her body and reshape a pathway for the flow of her blood and true energy."
This statement is half true and half false. It borrows the principle of opening up the meridians in martial arts and mixes it with the original text of Huangdi's Absolute Acupuncture.
Although Chen Yan was a master, he was not an expert in medicine. He only felt that these words were related to martial arts. He still looked at her coldly, "You mean, you want me to take action?"
"That's right." She tried to calm herself down, her eyes unblinking. "My internal energy is not enough. Senior's internal energy is so powerful and pure, no one in the world can match it. Only you can do this first step. But..."
After a brief pause, Shen Yan continued, "Just what?"
"But this method is extremely dangerous." Qing Guiyu's expression was solemn, pretending to be truly worried. "Madam's body has been preserved for many years. After all, it is extremely cold and yin, and extremely fragile. The internal energy you transfer must be pure and without a trace of impurities, like the innate Qi. If you are not careful, the two forces will collide. Not only can we not bring her back to life, I am afraid that this last remnant will be reduced to dust on the spot."
Chen Yan's face changed color. Obviously, this was what he feared the most.
His expression changed, and Qing Guiyu's heart moved. He looked him up and down, and immediately followed up, "Looking at the senior's blood and energy, it seems mixed with a strong and vigorous... an extremely cold and domineering alien qi, lurking near the right shoulder. Although it has been forcibly suppressed by the senior, if you try to use such pure internal energy, you will be distracted for even a moment, and this alien qi may take advantage of the opportunity to enter. Then..."
There was no further discussion at this point.
The old man's face darkened. The damage inflicted by Lu Guiyan's sword strike was caused by the Wuwang sword, which was imbued with the true energy of the Bingxi Jue. It was extremely powerful and constantly collided with his own internal energy.
He originally wanted to end the battle quickly, save his wife first, and then go back to slowly dissolve the true energy, but he didn't expect that this would become the biggest obstacle at the moment.
He stared at Qing Guiyu intently, murderous intent in his eyes, as if trying to determine the truth in her words. How could a young doctor see through the root of his internal injuries at a glance?
This aroused the conceited medical mind in Qing Guiyu, and he steeled himself, "Senior, if you don't believe me, you can test it first. Probe a trace of your internal energy into Madam's Tan Zhong, and you will know that what I say is true. The entanglement of cold and death energy is far more dangerous than any cold poison in the martial world."
She met his gaze straightly, and tried hard to tell herself in her heart that Chen Yan was crazy about this female corpse and would never really take the risk to test it.
As expected, after a long silence, Shen Yan's murderous intent slowly subsided, as if he had made a desperate decision. He said in a hoarse voice, "What do you want me to do?"
Qing Guiyu breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had fallen into his trap.
"Senior, please use your inner strength to open up the 'Shenfeng' and 'Lingxu' acupoints around Madam's heart." She pointed at the chest of the woman in the coffin. "These two acupoints are the gateways to the heart. Only when the gateways are open and warmth enters, can I use the Yellow Emperor's Absolute Needle to protect the heart and lock in this ray of life for the rest of the process."
Chen Yan stared at her for a while, until her heart started pounding.
Finally, without saying a word, he walked to the side of the ice coffin, took a deep breath, and reached out to slowly press on the chest of the woman in the coffin.
Seeing this, Qing Guiyu picked up the warm jade needle, slowly walked to the other side of the ice coffin, stood opposite Shen Yan, and looked ready to receive acupuncture at any time.
In the secret room, for a moment, the only sound left was the faint sound of Chen Yan's clothes fluttering as he activated his internal energy.
The old man placed his palm on the ice coffin, slowly channeling his powerful internal energy into it. Carefully and carefully, he needed to focus on suppressing the inexorable true energy surging from his right shoulder while also ensuring that the energy he channeled was pure and flawless, without harming his deceased wife. Despite his profound skills, a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.
All my mind and attention are focused here.
Qing Guiyu glanced at him.
"The soul begins to gather at the center of the forehead." She raised the warm jade needle, and the tip of the needle reflected a warm light under the candlelight. "The first needle must start from here to awaken the soul."
Chen Yan stared at the warm jade needle in her hand, watching it fall bit by bit towards the female corpse's eyebrows.
When the needle tip touched the skin, Qing Guiyu activated the Qing Nang Jue true energy, which passed through the warm jade needle and merged with the internal force that Shen Yan had transferred in, causing a slight vibration.
The female corpse's eyelashes, which had been dormant for twenty years, trembled slightly at this.
"Awan!"
Shen Yan's breathing hitched, his eyes suddenly crimson. His previously steady flow of powerful internal energy nearly lost control due to this shocking mental state. Twenty years of waiting and obsession were completely overwhelmed in this moment.
"Senior, concentrate!" Qing Guiyu shouted sternly, "This is a sign of the soul returning, and it is also a very dangerous moment."
This shout brought Shen Yan back from his ecstasy. He suppressed the shock in his heart and stabilized his internal strength even more, not daring to make the slightest mistake.
At this moment, all hopes and fears are tied to Huangdi's absolute needle.
Qing Guiyu glanced around.
"The heart meridian is the source of life," he steadied his voice, "The second needle will seal the 'Divine Seal' and lock the 'Spiritual Ruins'!"
She raised her left hand, and another warm jade needle flashed at her fingertips, ready to pierce the large blood vessel on the female corpse's chest.
Shen Yan was completely focused, his mind completely attracted by the movements of her left hand.
At this moment,
Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth, picked up the needle and swung his left hand, then suddenly turned around and attacked Chen Yan in the face.
This move was unexpected and condensed all her Qing Nang Jue internal energy.
But Shen Yan was such a man that even with his heart agitated, he still had some room to maneuver. He sneered and raised his left palm, ready to knock the needle away.
So, at the moment when Shen Yan raised his palm, she quickly flipped her right hand, revealing the golden thread between her fingers, and slashed it straight towards the throat of the female corpse in the ice coffin.
"Damn girl!"
Chen Yan's eyes were bloodshot and he spoke angrily in a stern voice.
Without thinking, he gave up blocking the warm jade needle, raised his left palm to protect the female corpse, and stretched out two fingers of his right hand to pinch the golden thread.
But he has an injury on his right shoulder.
This twist and turn, and the forced use of strength, immediately affected the meridians that were injured by the Wuwang sword energy, and his body stagnated.
Qing Guiyu raised his hand, held the golden blade between his fingers, and used the Yaowang Valley's "Tuqing Style" meridian-severing technique. With a flash of golden light, he grabbed his shoulder.
The golden blade was extremely sharp. It climbed up from the bottom of the hand and instantly penetrated into the wound that was already corroded by the Wuwang sword energy, twisting it fiercely.
"Ugh!"
Even a hero like Chen Yan couldn't help but let out a painful groan. His body shook violently, his internal energy rushed backwards, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, all of which spilled onto the ice coffin.
But he was a master after all, and even though he was severely injured, his counterattack was still thunderous. Undeterred by the remaining momentum of his left palm, he slapped back with his backhand, and a palm force firmly impressed Qing Guiyu's chest.
"court death."
In this bloody scene, the old man suddenly raised his head and said in a cold voice,
Qing Guiyu had already used all her strength in her successful strike, and now, seeing the palm wind continue to attack, there was no way to avoid it. She gritted her teeth, pulled at the golden thread in his wound, and used the whirling force to retreat rapidly.
Even so, he was swept by the palm wind and flew out, hitting the black iron wall behind him heavily. His throat felt sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The meridians throughout his body seemed to be broken, his blood and qi were surging, and he couldn't even move a finger.
She had no time to think, and was horrified. Without thinking, she suddenly pulled with her left hand, tightening the gold thread wrapped around Shen Yan's shoulders another three points.
The secret room fell into deathly silence for a moment.
The two men faced each other across the ice coffin. One was severely injured, his internal energy in disarray, and could only barely hold the ice coffin to prevent himself from collapsing. The other's blood vessels were sealed all over his body, making him unable to move.
It turned into a strange stalemate.
"Cough... cough cough..." Shen Yan started to cough violently. With each cough, blood foam would overflow from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Qing Guiyu fiercely, "You... damn girl..."
Qing Guiyu also wanted to say something back, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out, so he could only stare at him.
This old guy is more seriously injured than her. If this drags on, he will definitely be the first to die.
"So... so brave." Chen Yan panted heavily, with cold sweat on his forehead.
He looked at the girl in blue and actually laughed softly.
"Sure enough...it's the vision of my good son." The old man stood up under her astonished gaze.
He walked towards her step by step with difficulty. With each step, his clothes fluttered, leaving a trail of bloodstains on the ground.
step.
Two steps.
Qing Guiyu's hair stood on end as he tightened the golden thread in his hand, pulling the old man's wound and flesh against it, revealing his white bones, but he seemed completely unaware.
She secretly thought that something was wrong. The old leader of Tianji Pavilion was truly a rare hero that could only be seen once in a century.
But at this moment, an extremely slight "click" sound came from the ice coffin.
It's the sound of ice cracking.
Shen Yan's internal energy just went out of control, and the ice coffin was splashed with his warm blood. Without the cold air to maintain it, it began to melt slowly.
One, two... cracks spread across the ice coffin lid like a spider web.
Wisps of white mist escaped from the cracks, carrying with them a stale smell of death.
Shen Yan's gaze also fell on the ice coffin. The rage and murderous intent on his face froze instantly when he saw the melting ice, and then was overwhelmed by overwhelming panic.
"No... no..." He whispered, stretching out his hands to cover the cracks, but the ice melted faster under his warm palms.
Qing Guiyu was also suddenly stunned. She originally just wanted to hurt him, but she never thought that it would lead to such a change.
As the ice gradually melted away, the beautiful face within the coffin, having lain dormant for twenty years, began to undergo a terrifying transformation. The already bloodless skin rapidly lost its luster, turning a deathly pale, then developing faint corpse spots. The once plump cheeks sagged at a visible speed, and the graceful features of the face became two empty eye sockets.
The dream of resurrection was crushed right before our eyes by the cruelest reality.
Chen Yan stared at all this in a daze. All the light in those eyes that were burning with madness was extinguished bit by bit, leaving only bleak grayness and despair.
All the planning, all the killing, all the waiting, at this moment, turned into a rapidly decaying corpse.
Qing Guiyu looked at him like this, and the relief in his heart for surviving the disaster suddenly faded.
To be honest, this arrogant old madman in front of me is a bit pitiful.
The old man released his hand that was covering the wound, letting the blood flow out, and just looked at the rotting body in pain.
He knelt on the ground, his hands trembling, wanting to touch the collapsing face, but stopped in mid-air, as if afraid of disturbing her last peace.
The entire chamber was enveloped in a vast, despairing sadness. He was no longer a powerful and influential figure, but merely an old man guarding his deceased wife's remains, watching helplessly as his last bit of hope vanished.
Qing Guiyu looked at him, and the hatred in his heart actually dissipated a little.
——Madman, poor madman.
But she had no time to pity him.
While he is distracted, this is her only chance to escape!
Shen Yan's mind collapsed, his internal energy dissipated, Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth, gathered the remaining internal energy of the Qing Nang Jue, and rushed towards the sealed "Qi Men Xue". Instantly, his chest loosened, and part of the Xue Dao was opened.
Can move.
She ignored the severe pain and loosened the golden thread from her fingers. The golden thread, once tied by Young Master Jin Sheng and now stained with his "father's" blood, fell into the pool of blood.
Then he supported himself against the wall and staggered to his feet. Every time he moved, his internal organs felt as if they were being torn apart with pain.
Qing Guiyu glanced at the old man who was still kneeling in front of the coffin, as if he had turned into a stone statue. Without any hesitation, he turned around and moved towards the exit of the secret room.
This old madman might come back to his senses at any time, and by then his rage and despair would be enough to kill her right here with a single blow.
One step, two steps... the black iron gate is right in front of you.
She used all her strength to pull the heavy door bolt open a crack. Outside the door, the Tianji Pavilion's assassins seemed to have noticed something unusual, and there was a commotion.
She didn't dare to delay, so she squeezed out from the gap and slammed the door shut.
"The Pavilion Master has ordered that no one is allowed to enter!" She lowered her voice, imitated a serious tone, and shouted sternly.
The assassins outside hesitated after hearing her shout.
She didn't dare look back, nor did she care about her injuries. She stumbled out of the courtyard with only the will to survive.
Fortunately, the terrain here was flat and simple, and she had already prepared an ordinary face of a herbalist. She ruffled her hair, smeared some dust on her face, and tore the corners of her clothes, blending in with the crowd that was in chaos due to the commotion, and she was able to deceive herself.
He escaped from the villa safely, but did not dare to take the main road and plunged into the dense forest outside Baidi City.
Only when she could no longer hear any human voices behind her did she find a secluded valley, lean against a huge rock, and breathe heavily.
Waves of severe chest pain came over her, and she knew that her internal injuries were extremely serious and she had to regulate her breathing as soon as possible.
But what about the junior brother?
She took out the oil-paper bag from her bosom, crushed a few grass seeds mixed with medicinal herbs, and sprinkled them on the open space in front of her.
After doing all this, she leaned against the rocks, closed her eyes and regulated her breathing, concentrating and being alert while waiting for the familiar bird song.
However, after one stick of incense had passed, half an hour had passed...
The forest was so quiet that apart from the sound of the wind, not even a bird's cry could be heard.
Qing Guiyu's heart sank little by little.
Something is wrong.
It is early morning, when birds are most active, so why is it so quiet?
She forced herself to stand up and carefully walked back the way she had come. After walking about half a mile, a faint smell mixed with the fragrance of the forest drifted towards her.
She was startled and pushed aside the bushes in front of her. The scene before her made her blood run cold.
The body of a sparrow was small, its feathers still covered with morning dew, but its body was already stiff and cold.
Her heart sank, and she searched the area again, finding more dead birds one after another. Without exception, they were all common grain-eating birds.
There were no external injuries, no signs of poisoning, he just died quietly.
Fortunately, she was a doctor after all. She endured the pain and bent down, picked up a dead bird, and used a silver needle to pick open the bird's crop. A few grains of undigested rice rolled out.
It has a strange smell.
He put the particle to his nose and smelled it, and his face turned pale instantly.
poisonous.
She looked up and saw a path paved with the remains of birds. Qing Guiyu shuddered. She ignored her injuries and walked quickly along the path of death.
Soon, dozens of camouflaged carriages were discovered in a cave deliberately obscured by vegetation. They were identical to the ones seen in recent days. Several men dressed as coachmen lay dead beside the carriages.
Several wagons had holes in their sides, and grain had spilled out and mixed with the mud. The dead birds had evidently eaten the grain.
She squatted down and picked up a few grains of corn. The grains were plump and golden in color, looking normal. But when she brought them to her nose, she detected a subtle bitterness, masked by the aroma of the corn.
Her heart moved, and her eyes fell on the body of one of the carriages. There, on the wooden board, a fish-scale emblem was branded with black paint.
It looked familiar. When she thought about it carefully, wasn't it exactly the same as the one on Huo Erniang's fire flag at Xiaoluo Ferry?
——Yuzhou Cao Gang, the banner of “Iron Scales and Bones”.
The attack on the Yuzhou grain transport gang, the seventeen grain ships allegedly looted and sunk in the river... Chen Yan's collusion with the Northern Dynasty... These carriages that suddenly appeared in Baidi City...
This is no ordinary food. This is a conspiracy in the imperial court.
The Empress Dowager's illness could not wait any longer. They hijacked the grain from the sunken ship, soaked it with poison, and then disguised it as a grain ship of the Cao Gang. Taking advantage of the lean season, they transported it to various places in the Southern Dynasty.
Then she connected to the Autumn Flood. She remembered the scratch on the stone table made by Shen Engraving when she was at Tangquan Villa.
Lead troops south.
Qing Guiyu was completely stunned. This was no longer a grudge between the martial arts world, but a disaster that would bring down the country.
She turned around abruptly and was about to leave when she suddenly stopped.
Go to Cao Gang?
Her internal energy is now depleted and she is injured. How can she be faster than the eyes and ears of the Tianji Pavilion?
More importantly...
I remembered those beautiful yet sinister eyes with trepidation.
Deep engraving sound.
A mastermind of heaven's secrets. Pale and beautiful, always looking a bit sickly, yet capable of easily stirring up trouble in the world.
I just escaped from his hands, and I feel a little guilty.
But the autumn flood waits for no one. The Jianghu is like an inescapable thread: just as you break free from one part, you are entangled even tighter in another.
Qing Guiyu held the cool purple bamboo flute and then raised his head.
After getting rid of an old madman, it seems like I'm going to run into a little madman again.
At this moment, he had never hoped so much that the troublesome thing that had been eliminated, Kanluanzhen, would no longer be so obsessed with him. But when he recalled his father's condition, he always felt that he was really worried.
The needle is gone now, so he should... not go crazy anymore... He should, not.
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