Chapter 64 I think you will. Do you think I will soften my heart? ...
These words were absorbed by the cold pond in the silent ice cave, and then bounced back to the ice walls on all sides. The night pearls glowed peacefully around them.
Qing Guiyu turned around and looked at Chen Juansheng.
Shen Juansheng had already walked forward, his black sleeves motionless in the cold air of the ice cave, and the drooping golden threads seemed to be suspended in the flow of light.
He looked at the chained old man with no expression on his face.
"Father," he said calmly, his voice clear and sweet, "your son is here to see you."
——His father.
Qing Guiyu was so scared that he took two steps back.
According to rumors in the martial arts world, the previous leader of the Tianji Pavilion, Chen Yan, was a man of great wisdom and ruthlessness. He founded the Tianji Pavilion single-handedly, but suddenly disappeared. It was rumored that he became possessed and died suddenly.
It turned out that he was imprisoned by his own son in this cold prison in the snowy mountains where there was no sunlight.
As the words fell, the iron chain made a slight rattling sound.
Chen Yan's gaze finally shifted from his son to Qing Guiyu, who stood behind him. His gaze was like a knife, piercing through her bones, as if he wanted to see through her from the inside out.
"Heh... heh..." He let out a dry laugh, the chains rattling as they tugged at him. "I see, I see... I was wondering, what a bastard, how dare he bring an outsider here to see me?"
"The golden needles of Medicine King Valley, the secret technique for clearing the mind of disorder... To be brought here by my good son, it seems the deadly third needle has been passed down to you."
Shen Yan's gaze stayed on her for a moment, then slowly moved back to Shen Juansheng's face. A hint of clear ridicule appeared in his cloudy eyes.
"You little bastard, you've learned so well."
He had already made his conclusion without even asking.
The gaze that looked Qing Guiyu up and down did not seem like he was looking at a living person, but rather as if he was examining a rare and deadly weapon that could decide victory or defeat.
Qing Guiyu felt a chill in her heart when she saw him looking at her, and subconsciously tightened her grip on the bamboo flute at her waist.
Shen Juansheng moved closer to her, still smiling, his smile gentle and calm, as if he was greeting an ordinary elder.
"Father has a keen eye, but she's not some kind of heir." He paused, turned his head, and spoke softly, "She's just... my young lady."
However, although the old man was imprisoned, his sharp insight into people's hearts, honed by being trapped in this hollow snow cave for a long time, did not diminish in the slightest.
The voice was dry and every word was like ice water embedded in a cold pond. He sneered,
"Yours?" Chen Yan's laughter grew increasingly shrill and piercing. "You little bastard, put away your hypocritical tricks! Do you think I can't see through your twists and turns?"
He struggled violently, and the chain became straight.
"Look, little girl," Chen Yan turned to Qing Guiyu, and a light began to flicker in his cloudy eyes. "He brought you here not to let you see my miserable condition as a prisoner, but to let you see his miserable condition."
Chen Yan shouted sternly, with a cruel and all-knowing pleasure.
"This empty cell, this cold pond that locked me up, were all his deliberate creations. He wanted you to see his pitiful life story, the torture he endured at the hands of his father, so he could win your sympathy, soften your heart, and pity you. In the end..."
Chen Yan smiled and said, "...I want you to willingly hand over the Yellow Emperor's acupuncture technique so that I can cure his inhuman cold marrow skill!"
Inside the ice cave, there was deathly silence.
Only Chen Yan's dull and silent voice echoed back and forth between the ice walls, lingering for a long time.
Qing Guiyu subconsciously looked at Chen Juansheng in front of him.
"Miss Qing," Shen Yansheng said without turning around. His voice remained calm and even contained a hint of soothing tenderness. "My father... has lived in the cold pond for so long that his mind has become confused. He is talking nonsense. Miss Qing, you don't have to take it seriously."
He turned slightly to the side, as if wanting to take her hand and take her away from this place of trouble.
Chen Juansheng tried to grab her hand, but missed it, and then immediately grabbed it again.
Qing Guiyu frowned. His hand, which had been trembling slightly, was now as cold as a dead person, stiff and without a trace of warmth.
So he raised his head and looked at him carefully.
Young Master Jin Sheng still stood before her, his figure erect, his black robes shimmering darkly under the cool halo of the Night Pearl. He didn't look at Chen Yan, his eyes fixed on her without blinking.
"Little beast," Chen Yan's voice sounded again, "You evil creature, you have been good at calculating people's hearts since you were a child."
He continued, "You even use your own suffering as a pretext to seduce a naive little girl. Look at this little girl's guarded expression. How many times have you plotted against her? Hehe, hehe, you really are... like me."
There was something sickeningly twisted about that last sentence.
"Shut up."
Shen Juansheng finally spoke directly to him. His voice was very soft, but cold enough to freeze the water in the cold pond.
He slowly turned around and faced his imprisoned father for the first time. His beautiful peach blossom eyes curved slightly, and even a faint smile appeared on his face.
"You," he stretched out his bony hand, wrapped in gold thread, and pointed it at Chen Yan, his movements elegant and contemptuous, "you are not worthy to speak to her."
The gentler his smile, the more difficult it was to suppress the almost crazy anger that emanated from his bones.
He was born so handsome, but at this moment, every line on that delicate face seemed to be carefully carved with the sharpest ice blade.
Chen Yan was stunned by his look, then laughed out loud.
"Unworthy? I gave you this life, and this unrivaled Cold Marrow Skill, and now you think I'm unworthy?"
"I never asked you to give it to me." Shen Juansheng interrupted him softly, still smiling, but that smile made people feel cold.
Just when the father and son were on the verge of a fight and the atmosphere was tense, Qing Guiyu suddenly pulled the slightly cool sleeve beside him.
Shen Juansheng's body suddenly stopped.
——It’s really too troublesome.
The young ones are troublesome, and the old ones are also restless.
"You!" She pointed at Chen Yan angrily.
"I save someone because I want to, I can, I can do it! Not because someone is pitiful." Qing Guiyu was furious.
"He didn't bring me here to beg me for mercy."
As soon as I said it, I immediately regretted it.
Young Master Jin Sheng always takes himself into account when he does things. It is hard to say whether this is to make her feel soft-hearted and pity him.
This isn't the first time she's been soft-hearted, but it's hard to say.
But this old man is really annoying.
Shen Juansheng seemed to have his soul suddenly taken away. He held her hand and stood there in a daze.
"Miss Qing..." The golden threads on his body suddenly swayed rapidly, "Why... do you believe me?"
"I didn't believe you!" Qing Guiyu hugged the bamboo flute, rubbing his temples with his fingers, angry with himself, "I just... didn't believe him."
She glanced at him, paused, looked at his distraught appearance, and sighed, "Do you really think I would just let you go like this?"
Shen Juansheng's body trembled slightly. He didn't say anything, but his eyelashes drooped even lower.
"If you really want me to save you, you can just tell me. Even if you threaten someone with their life or use the power of your Tianji Pavilion to force them, it's better than... using this method."
She looked at him and said coldly,
"Just because you cut yourself open and showed me your worst wounds, do you think I'll be soft-hearted?"
Shen Yansheng's lips moved.
"Yeah." He said, slowly lowering his head, "I think... Miss Qing will."
Because she was like that in Medicine King Valley back then. When she saw him in pain, she would worry, and when she saw him cold, her heart would soften.
Qing Guiyu was choked by his frank answer and didn't know how to refute it for a moment.
"Forget it," Qing Guiyu could only raise one hand and meet Chen Yan's poisonous gaze, "He didn't bring me here, I wanted to come here."
She paused, feeling a little anxious. She felt that neither the father nor the son were good people, but among poisons, there was still a distinction between the main, the secondary, the auxiliary and the adjuvant.
"Old man, I dislike you even more! How dare a fellow like you, who trapped his own son here for thirteen years, make such a fuss?" she said angrily, pointing her bamboo flute at the spot where the sound was being slapped. "That's him. At least he can blush after getting slapped."
"Let's go!" Qing Guiyu impatiently pulled Shen Juansheng with his other hand.
Shen Juansheng seemed to be stunned and was pulled over by her.
Suddenly he smiled, and the golden threads swayed between the ice walls on all sides. His eyebrows and eyes became bright, as if he was looking for the reflection in the water, or writing about spring.
"Okay... okay!" Chen Yan said as if he had heard a huge joke. "This beast is the most poisonous snake in the world! Little girl, if you want to protect him, you will only be nurturing a tiger to harm yourself. One day, he will bite you back!" Chen Yan said sternly, "You will regret it! Do you think that golden needles can save people's hearts? I tell you-"
Qing Guiyu turned around angrily and was about to retort to the man who was trying to protect her.
However, before he could finish his words, a hunched figure appeared silently at the entrance of the ice cave like a ghost.
It’s Chaofeng.
"Pavilion Master, urgent news has arrived from Baxia Tower," Chao Feng raised his head, "There's movement at the former site of the Snow Mountain Sect."
He paused, his rat-like eyes swept over Qing Guiyu, and then continued,
"Someone saw... Bai Yi Wuwang, Lu Guiyan, appear in front of the sword tomb at the old site of the Snow Mountain. With one man and one sword, he wiped out three groups of people in the nearby martial arts world who were searching for the secret treasure."
Qing Guiyu's heart sank suddenly, and he almost immediately turned to look at Chaofeng, "And then...how is he?"
"Lu?" Chen Yan suddenly raised his head.
"Oh," the withered old man in the depths of the ice cave suddenly sneered, "Little beast, so you went to great lengths to coax her here, wagging your tail and begging for mercy, wanting her to see how miserable you are and make her fall head over heels for you..."
Laughter seeped into the ice wall, and a serious look came down like a poisonous sting, full of contempt and mockery.
"——It turns out that she already has someone in her heart. You are not as good as others after all."
Qing Guiyu felt pain in her wrist bones from being gripped, and she frowned and looked at the young man in black clothes beside her.
The blood drained completely from his face, and the little bit of light that had just appeared seemed to be suddenly extinguished by these few words, leaving only a dead grayness.
He didn't look at Chen Yan, nor did he look at her. He just lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed empty on their clasped hands.
After a while.
He slowly raised his head, and that faint and calm smile reappeared on his face, as if he had heard nothing.
"It's okay, Miss Qing, it's okay," he said softly, his voice as soft as a feather, but it seemed to brush across broken glass.
"Let's... go together."
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