Chapter 18 Even when killing someone, they have to look good. Unfortunately, I was poisoned by the love poison, and...
Chapter 18
Li Guicheng glared at her and snorted.
"Life for life? You've used it before, and you're still alive?"
"Accident."
She stood up easily and said, "No one else would be as lucky as me."
"Junior Brother, I'll have to trouble you to escort my brothers and sisters back to the valley." Qing Guiyu sighed, "If anything goes wrong with them, I'm afraid Chen Juansheng will put the blame on me again."
If a true disciple really died in Yaowang Valley, it would not be resolved by spreading some rumors about the underworld.
However, Lu Guiyan rarely agreed to her immediately and hesitated for a moment.
"You..." He looked at her, as if he had something to say, but also as if he had nothing.
He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to determine which side posed a greater threat to her, and then nodded in agreement.
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After seeing off these wanderers who were coming and going, Qing Guiyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally I was alone again, and I felt like my whole body had become a little lighter.
Yaowang Valley was also dragged into the incident of the Cao Gang Escort Agency. There were too many clues involved. Even if he wanted to investigate further, he had to find a place to hide himself first and wait for the love poison fabricated by Shen Juansheng to pass.
It would be best if Shen Juansheng died during this period.
Unfortunately, such a good time only lasted for four days.
At night, under the bright moonlight, she had just closed the window of the room on the second floor of the inn when she suddenly heard a slight hissing sound nearby, followed by a snapping sound, and a corner of the paper window next to her was broken.
Something rolled to the ground and she bent down to pick it up.
I've seen this thing before. It was the mud pill that Chen Juansheng used to wrap the ice paper at the ferry that day.
She jumped up alertly, hurriedly picked up the bamboo flute from the table next to her, and crushed the mud ball in her hands. There was no coolness at all, and there was nothing inside.
Qing Guiyu used a bamboo flute to pry open the wooden window, took two steps back, and looked down into the distance.
Then she heard someone coughing softly a few times in the courtyard below. The young man in black raised his head and looked at her with misty eyes.
She was so angry that she didn't know what to say. Finally, she sighed and
"Chen Juansheng, are you one of the wronged souls?"
Young Master Jin Sheng coughed a few more times, lowered his eyes, and the pinpoint red mark seemed to have disappeared. He smiled at her.
"This slave hasn't been able to find his master for several days. He's almost become a wronged ghost." His eyes were red, and his voice was very gentle. "Please, young lady, love me."
Qing Guiyu was choked by him and took a deep breath, but unexpectedly she went astray and coughed twice along with him, and the bamboo flute in her hand was almost cracked by her.
She pushed open the window and was about to jump down into the courtyard, but Shen Jiansheng suddenly restrained his magical powers. The sad and lingering desire instantly dissipated. He cleared his throat, looked around, and said to her:
"Wait a minute, don't come down yet," he smiled faintly, "I never thought I would say such a thing in my life - it's better if you don't come near me at this moment."
He raised his hand, made a "hush" gesture, and pointed to the side.
Qing Guiyu narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, and saw that in the courtyard, the young man in black was surrounded by dozens of crystal threads tied in all directions.
In the moonlight, golden threads flashed a small and dangerous light in the courtyard.
Although she was angry, she was also very curious and wondered,
"What are these? Deep sounds? What the hell are you doing?"
"Since Master Gu won't let me serve him," he took out a carved copper hand warmer from behind his back and gently opened the lid. His eyes curved upwards, revealing a sharp look. "I'll have to do some odd jobs like sweeping the yard."
"I'm trying to get rid of some pests, but I'm afraid they might scare the girl, so I'm going to let her know in advance."
A little mist emerged from the copper hand warmer he held, and soon the whole courtyard was filled with it. In the evening, fog rose everywhere, and the night scene was dim and bright.
Qing Guiyu quickly covered her nose, but saw Chen Juansheng shaking his head at her, so she dropped her hand and scooped up a handful of mist in the air.
She frowned. The fog was frighteningly cold when she touched it.
Chen Juansheng's hands, holding the carved incense burner, were almost frozen blue, and the golden threads wrapped around his pale fingers trembled slightly in the night wind. Seeing some fear and confusion in Qing Guiyu's eyes, he smiled gently at her.
"Xuanbing." He pointed at the copper furnace and raised his hand to show her the few golden rays on his wrist where her blood was sealed. "Because you sealed my cold marrow skill, I can only rely on external forces, otherwise..."
He raised his head, and there was the sound of a blade piercing the air, bringing with it a gust of wind that whipped his jet-black hair. Young Master Jin Sheng turned slightly, his fingers soaked in cold, tugging at the silk thread that crossed his side.
The silk thread was like a formation, following the cold mist from his hand warmer, as if it had some cold power, and hit him head-on. With a clang, it shook off the ring knife that was coming to chop him.
There were four attackers, all dressed in nightwear, tall and wielding blades, standing with their backs to the moon. Adding to the fog in the courtyard, Qing Guiyu suddenly couldn't make out their features. He could only vaguely see their tangled beards, which didn't look like they were from the Central Plains.
Seeing that she was just staring at the others, Shen Juansheng plucked the crystal silk in his hand, and with a clang sound, he looked up at her and said,
"You foreigners, how can you be as good-looking as me? Why not look at me?"
When he said the words "look at me," he suddenly moved, his eyes and brows showing a sharpness tempered by the cold. With two clangs, the strings in the courtyard trembled, and the cold mist under the ground rolled in.
Hidden weapons shot out from seven or eight silk threads and hit the person coming.
The killers shouted in unison, but there were too many hidden weapons coming from different directions and everyone was in a panic.
Qing Guiyu could vaguely discern something. The silk threads in the courtyard were arranged in a formation, with bone-eroding nails placed on them according to their orientation. When he didn't move, the cold nails lay on the threads. In the moonlight and mist, it was impossible for others to distinguish where the thread blades were and where the hidden nails were.
Since his internal energy was sealed, he couldn't use his full Cold Marrow Skill, nor could he fly the golden wire blades. So he held the black ice hand warmer, using the cold air to circulate the strings, and slowly paced within the wire blade formation. The cold mist in the warmer rose and fell with his movements.
Young Master Jin Sheng moved the taut silk threads as he walked, and the hidden weapons flew out as they made tinkling sounds, all coming out from strange positions. The killers were still unable to resist, let alone break into the silk formation.
Bone-eating nails flew from all directions, and the bearded assassin among them shouted at him, "Does Shen Tianji really want to be an enemy of my master?"
The tone is strange and does not sound like the Central Plains accent.
Shen Juansheng did not answer him. He turned around and smiled at Qing Guiyu through the cool mist.
"Miss Qing, does it look good?"
Qing Guiyu leaned against the window holding a bamboo flute and nodded.
Young Master Jin Sheng's set of music was full of changes, with strings and silk separated, and clouds and rainbows flying around. It was really beautiful.
He truly transformed himself into a beautiful peacock, and even acted so strangely when risking his life, no wonder everyone in the martial arts world believed that he had been poisoned by a love poison.
Does it look good? This person even has to look good when he kills people.
Shen Juansheng transformed his sick body into a handsome, dangerous, and superior figure like Young Master Jin Sheng, extremely bright and clear.
All the love and hate for him in the world will be too obvious. Love him, hate him, praise him and insult him, there will be nowhere to hide.
Therefore, it was easier for Tianji Pavilion to find out and close the net. In Master Jinsheng's plan, other people's emotions, opinions, feelings, and even his own weaknesses were used as bargaining chips.
Apart from Chen Jiansheng, no one in the world dares to use his life as bait for such a beautiful plot.
Because he was about to die, life was the least valuable thing to him.
Qing Guiyu sighed. How could it have turned out like this? He had exchanged a part of his life for seven years. He had hoped that this young man would cherish them more.
Dozens of silk threads intertwined like strings in the courtyard, and the crystal threads, with the help of the black ice mist, formed frost flowers under the moonlight.
There was a sharp sound breaking through the air, and the killer's sleeve arrow hit the spider-web-like silk array, and it was like a mosquito falling into the cold fog of winter, hovering in the air with ice chips.
He held the ice stove, his fingertips lightly hooking it. The silk thread on the edge suddenly tightened, and the sleeve arrow shot back faster than it had come. The moment blood burst from the killer's brow, the arrowhead was already covered with ice crystals.
Blood drops fell from a few golden threads and landed in the frozen fog. Before they hit the ground, they solidified into red ice and fell on the dense web-like silk threads. A faint tinkling sound could be heard.
The other two shouted loudly, risking their lives to fight against the cold nails in their bodies, and attacked him with their weapons.
Young Master Jin Sheng raised his hand, grasping four crystal threads between his fingers, connecting them to the golden thread on his wrist. Suddenly, his five fingers clenched together like plucking stars, and the diagonal lines beside him suddenly converged, squeezing and twisting together.
The twin blades clashed with the incoming weapons, fiercely piercing the two men's throats. The blades surrounded their bodies from all sides. Golden threads flickered from the young man's fingertips, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing. The cold mist suddenly darkened, and instantly burst into a bloody color.
The remaining killer with a curly beard wielding a ring knife quickly leaped back twice and escaped from this extremely dangerous golden thread array. He was still shocked and frightened, staring at him with his knife across his face, and his breathing was not smooth.
He mumbled a few words, but Qing Guiyu didn't understand a word. He only heard him ask at the end, "Chen Tianji?"
Surrounded by the red and golden threads, Chen Juansheng stood alone, his blood flowing from afar along the threads to his hands, and then dripping along the threads on his wrists.
Blood mist and cold fog were all around him, and silk threads were entangled in a myriad of ways. He held the ice stove in his hand and nodded.
"I can't move, I can't kill." He lowered his head, his hair hanging down, and stared at the red-stained ice mist in a trance, speaking softly like a whisper.
Suddenly he raised his head, his voice became clearer, and he said:
"Tell your master that if you still want to talk to Miss Qing, please be generous and come to me first."
He raised his hand and touched the silk thread beside him.
The crystal thread was soaked with blood. It clanged, and as it trembled, a small cloud of blood mist flew up in the air. He continued,
"It's a pity that Chen Juansheng has been infected with the love poison. He is also very jealous. If you are in trouble, please use your life as a buffer first."
Seeing that he was going to give him a way to live, the killer with the curly beard quickly put away his weapon, cupped his fists to him, leaped a few steps, and disappeared into the distance.
Shen Juansheng closed the lid of the ice stove in his hand, and the mist faded a little. He walked through the remaining ice mist, around the tangled silk threads, walked to Qing Guiyu's window, raised his head,
"Miss Qing," he asked, his voice pleading, his eyes flickering, "Can you let me go up? My clothes are stained with blood, and I'm very cold."
Chen Juansheng raised his arms, as if to show her the two golden rays on his wrists where her power was sealed. Then he saw that his hands, from fingertips to wrists, were trembling due to the cold of the mysterious ice furnace.
Qing Guiyu leaned halfway out of the window, crossed his arms, and frowned.
"Chen Juansheng, these people are so strange today. Even if I ask you, you won't tell me. Is there anything else you need to know?"
Young Master Jin Sheng smiled at her, opened his eyes wide, and clapped his hands as if he had suddenly remembered something.
"Mocking wind. Pulao."
Two figures flashed out from the shadows below the window, one of them a hunched old man. Qing Guiyu took a closer look and recognized him as the mute old man who had chased Chen Juansheng in front of the inn that day.
The old man glanced at Chen Juansheng, his eyes revealing an extremely resentful expression.
If she were stared at with such hatred, she would definitely not be able to sleep.
But Shen Yan's voice was very soft and gentle, and he said to her,
"These two leaders of the Tianji Pavilion are given to you as a kind of bodyguard."
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