Chapter 6 If Miss Xuanmingzhen is willing to marry me, Tianji Pavilion will do it...
Chapter 6: Three Heart-Poison Needles Hanging Upside Down
The gold thread in his hand suddenly tightened.
Chen Juansheng's lips paused half an inch away from her. The familiar cold fragrance, a mixture of Han Gong and his own body breath, almost froze her eyelashes.
It was so dangerous that I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.
"Miss Qing's heart is beating so fast."
Young Master Jin Sheng chuckled softly, his voice filled with tenderness and affection. He placed his hand on the back of her head, his cold fingertips barely touching her cheek.
"Are you afraid that I will kiss you, or are you afraid that I won't kiss you?"
No.
Qing Guiyu was irritated by him and bent her knees to push against his dantian. The expected muffled groan did not come, and instead her knees hit what felt like a piece of thousand-year-old black ice, causing her to shiver.
Chen Juansheng didn't move at all, but seemed to be startled by her, and the arm around her waist tightened.
Being held in his arms like this, with our chests touching, I could almost clearly feel the rise and fall of his every breath. He was so steady that he didn't seem like a dying person.
This guy.
Qing Guiyu's mind raced, and he flicked his right hand behind his head. The copper buckle that tied his hair came loose with a "ding" sound, and his black hair flowed down like a waterfall.
At such a close distance, the hair touched Master Jin Sheng's face, forcing him to close his eyes.
Now is the time!
She seized the opportunity to spin, freeing herself from the shackles. With a tumble, her indigo skirt swept across the splintered wood, and with a toe-tip lift, a half-broken rafter whistled toward his face.
When the black-clothed young man turned his head to avoid, she picked up a green bamboo and swept it across his lower body. The bamboo joints scraped against the green bricks, and sparks flew out.
Young Master Jinsheng retreated with a light breeze. When his sleeves fell, the cold air was released, and the gold thread on his wrist made a faint clanging sound.
"——You like counting, right?"
She straightened up, shook her scattered long hair, and with a flip of her wrist, four golden needles were clasped between her fingers, with sharp light floating.
"Young Master's Chilling Marrow Skill has made great progress. Judging from his posture, the cold poison has already entered his heart. When he appears in Hades' Palace one day, remember to report for the ghost."
These words were harsh, and she thought they would sting him, but Shen Juansheng just looked at her quietly, his eyes unblinking, as if he was watching some interesting drama.
Then he smiled slightly, without making any comment, and cooperated by raising his hand to cover his lips and coughing a few times.
The cough is perfunctory and false.
Qing Guiyu stared at him warily. During these hurried exchanges, an idea gradually formed in her mind.
I'm afraid Shen Juansheng is really about to die.
He was so eager to set up this love trap, stir up this blood debt, force her to show up, threaten to kill several people, and even did not hesitate to use the protection of the Tianji Pavilion... What else could there be besides this reason?
Only a dying person would be so desperate and crazy.
Thinking of the extremely sad love poem written in gold seal script by Master Jin Sheng, which might have reached the hands of the storyteller in the teahouse by now, he couldn't help but feel angry and conflicted.
"Mr. Shen has nothing to do, so you should take care of your health."
Qing Guiyu glanced at him and said, "Stop writing those sour poems about scholarly women complaining about their affairs. Are you some kind of young wife?"
Chen Juansheng was not angry either. The moonlight fell on the cinnabar on his brow, which was as bright as blood.
Young Master Jin Sheng's eyes flickered, as if he was really thinking about her words seriously. He raised his hand that was bound with crystal silk, and slid his fingertips along his neck to his heart, and whispered,
"Yeah. I can be one too."
Qing Guiyu couldn't catch his breath and almost choked himself.
He raised his head and faced the moonlight. A touch of blood was applied to his pale face, and the red was so bright that it was breathtaking.
"If Miss Qing is willing to marry me, Tianji Pavilion will provide the dowry. Don't you think it's a good deal?"
Qing Guiyu was so angry that he was stunned. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. He wanted to say something again. His words seemed to be turning over and over in his throat twenty or thirty times. In the end, he couldn't curse out loud smoothly.
But in the end, she couldn't hold it in. No matter how calm she was, she never gave in to arguments, so she couldn't help but talk back.
"Pavilion Master Chen, have your subordinates in the Tianji Pavilion ever seen you like this?"
“No.”
Shen Juansheng answered calmly, his face flushed, but his expression was completely calm. He looked at him inquiringly, "Do you want them to see it?"
Qing Guiyu raised a hand, palm facing him, "Alright."
"Hmm," Shen Juansheng's eyes lit up.
"Then Miss Qing will marry me."
His emotions seemed to be surging on the surface, but what was glimmering in his eyes was clearly some kind of morbid vitality.
Seeing him like this, the anger in my heart suddenly subsided a little, and I even inexplicably felt a little guilty.
Qing Gui Yu Cui Zhu was moved, and with her other hand she picked up the hair scattered on her chest, thinking carefully about how to put it so that this madman would understand.
"Master Shen,"
She spoke slowly, trying to make it as clear as possible.
"Although you said you wanted to marry me, this may not be your true intention. You could even say that you may not have been sane these past seven years."
She decided to make things clear with him right now.
Saving someone and killing someone, this blood debt is too heavy for her to be involved in, let alone pay.
The reason was that when she treated Chen Juansheng, she used the secret technique of Yaowang Valley - Huangdi Sanjue Needle.
It's one of Yaowang Valley's unique techniques, said to have been created by the Yellow Emperor. The first needle is a silver needle, the second a gold needle, and the third requires a base of Lantian warm jade.
"One needle wards off epidemics, two needles calm the spirit, and three needles calm chaos. The Yellow Emperor used these to govern the world. These are known as the Yellow Emperor's Three Wonderful Acupuncture Points."
The three needles correspond to the effects of removing poison, calming the soul, and breaking evil respectively. However, the third needle, "Solving Chaos", requires the practitioner to put his own blood into the jade, which can both hurt and save people.
Huangdi used the third needle to remedy chaos, changing yin and yang, taking away emotions, moving the mind, and changing life and death.
However, there is no evil in the hearts of ordinary people that can be broken. The Jade Needle can easily hurt the practitioner himself, so it is kept as a secret forbidden technique and rarely practiced throughout the ages.
But Shen Jiansheng himself was truly wicked. Whether it was his scheming or his martial arts, there was a sense of mystery and mystery.
When she was a young girl, she used this technique to save him.
But did that injection hurt his heart?
In the pulse records in her pharmacy, the line "Tianji Pavilion Chen" clearly stated: At that time, the cold marrow penetrated into the bones, so the third needle of Huangdi was used.
On the back is her handwriting from that year.
——Has the heart pulse changed?
Next to it, a young girl wrote with a red brush: one inch and three fen.
——Can it change life and death?
Cinnabar note: Can survive.
——Does it cause emotional confusion?
That stroke seemed to linger on the paper for an indefinite amount of time, hesitating for an incalculable amount of time before ultimately writing nothing. Until a drop of cinnabar fell, revealing a hint of blood, like the shadow of a young man weeping while holding her.
The most unavoidable problem for her was that Young Master Jin Sheng's current crazy appearance was most likely caused by her.
Shen Juansheng listened to her quietly until Qing Guiyu didn't know what else to say. She looked at him nervously, feeling a little guilty.
"My mind?" A deep voice slowly escaped from between his teeth, and a vortex like a deep pool seemed to emerge in his eyes. "You are disturbing my emotions?"
"Miss Qing always likes to say things I don't understand."
He used his hand to push aside the black hair that hung down, revealing the golden wire wrapped around his wrist.
"It was you who said you would change my fate..."
The last syllable was suddenly cut off by a violent cough, and bright red blood foam splashed on the ground.
Qing Guiyu subconsciously tried to help him, but his hand found nothing. He was vomiting blood, but his body was tense.
Young Master Jin Sheng laughed intermittently, and the more he laughed, the more arrogant he became, until the corners of his eyes turned red.
As she listened to the laughter, she felt that there was no other person in the world who could laugh in such an extremely sad and mournful way.
With every laugh from Chen Juansheng, the frost stirred up by his cold marrow technique spread a little further across the ground. By the time she reached him, a thin layer of ice had formed around his ankles.
Crystal threads had wrapped around her back without her noticing, pulverizing the faded auxiliary statues on either side. Amidst the swirling dust, blood seeping from Chen Juansheng's lips trickled down his neck.
Qing Guiyu was extremely shocked and quickly reached out to feel his pulse.
Chen Juansheng offered no resistance. From this distance, one could clearly see tiny cracks of ice appearing in his clear eyes, like a glass bead about to shatter.
"Your cold poison has taken hold."
She was so frightened that she suddenly let go and took a step back. "Are you really not afraid of death?"
“I’m scared…”
Shen Juansheng said softly, leaning against the shrine and panting, his bloodstained fingertips trembling slightly.
"So I came to Miss Qing to ask for a life-extending prescription."
He suddenly turned his head, the cinnabar on his eyebrows shining strangely in the moonlight, "For example..."
The fingertips hooked onto the collar of the clothes, and the dark gold thread shone slightly.
The appearance of the boy's body rising and falling in the candlelight seven years ago gradually matched the appearance of the young man in front of him.
Three golden needles, arranged in an inverted triangle, were embedded deep in his heart. A circle of purple bruises surrounded it, as if left by years of caressing.
Seven years ago, she buried three life-threatening golden needles in his heart.
At this moment, amidst the trembling heartbeat, there was a strange and cold glow.
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