Chapter 15: This business is at a loss because of your needlework. Teach me this, okay...
Chapter 15: Presenting a Micro-Moon Golden Light Formation
Qing Guiyu lowered her head and saw that what Lu Guiyan was holding in her hand was an emerald bamboo flute.
The bamboo flute was green all over, with some purple lines on the end, and the six holes engraved were slightly black. It was her favorite thing in her early years.
She was overjoyed, picked up the flute, pressed the holes, turned it in her hands, and gestured twice.
"Good stuff," she laughed, "I thought it was lost long ago."
"Old things should always fit better than new ones." Lu Guiyan glanced at the newly cut bamboo in her hand, paused, and said slowly, as if he remembered something.
"Keep it. I'm afraid you'll need it soon."
Qing Guiyu was still playing with the bamboo flute with his head down, examining it carefully. He was very happy in his heart. When he heard him say this, he suddenly remembered what happened in front of the Cao Gang Inn two days ago.
"Why have things changed in Medicine King Valley?" She asked Lu Guiyan with a stern face, "Why would they let a young person like Murong Qing leave the valley? The world is treacherous, are they ignoring the dangers?"
Lu Guiyan shook his head. "Murong is the only daughter of a wealthy businessman in Yuzhou. Two years ago, she enrolled in Medicine King Valley to learn skills. She has been spoiled since she was a child, but now that she has come to Yuzhou..."
"Medicine King Valley also hopes the Murong clan will lend a hand," he sighed as the jade-like sound of his long sword rang out as he walked with her out onto the riverbank. "The world of martial arts is treacherous, isn't it?"
That really makes sense. So, Qing Guiyu thought about it and realized that when the Cao Gang inn conflict broke out, he had rashly come to Murong Qing's aid, which was actually a bit abrupt.
Since Medicine King Valley had sent Murong Qing out, they must have been fully confident, and Murong Qing herself must have felt somewhat confident as well. At that point, she could have escaped unscathed simply by showing her where she was, without needing anyone else to risk their lives. However, the situation was urgent, and as they say, one should act swiftly, so there was no room for overthinking. Qing Gui twirled the bamboo flute in her jade hands, deciding to put the matter behind her.
If you want to save him, then save him. What’s the big deal?
If that's true, then the girl must not have been seriously injured after they left that day. Isn't that good?
She thought about this, her heart settled, and she couldn't help but walk a little faster, taking a few steps forward. Unexpectedly, Lu Guiyan was behind her, tapping her arm with the hilt of the Wuwang sword.
Qing Guiyu stopped and turned around.
"The scar on the wrist..." He avoided her gaze and hesitated, "How is it?"
She smiled, raised her wrists and turned them to show him how her hands moved freely.
"Very good."
Then he nodded to Lu Guiyan and said, "Little Senior Brother, thank you for your concern."
Lu Guiyan's expression was somewhat puzzled, and he looked at the green bamboo in her hand.
"That's not it," he said, taking a few steps, and the Wuwang sword on his body made a slight sound as he moved.
"I'm afraid the brothers and sisters from the Law Enforcement Hall in the Valley are on their way now."
Qing Guiyu's heart suddenly sank.
The Law Enforcement Hall of Yaowang Valley is responsible for the affairs of the disciples in the valley. With the murder caused by the golden needle and the love poison, I am afraid that Qing Guiyu's "actions" have already been spread back to the valley, and the Law Enforcement Hall will definitely send people to clean up the mess.
What's more... she thought, her fingers touching the old scar on her wrist.
Seeing that she looked unhappy, Lu Guiyan lowered his eyes and sighed.
"I came here first because of this." He placed his left hand on the sheath of the Wuwang sword and looked at her wrist. "How is it?"
Qing Guiyu stretched out a hand to him, motioning him to wait for a moment. Lu Guiyan stopped talking and waited for her quietly with his eyes.
She gritted her teeth, twirled the bamboo flute in her hand, and forced herself to think hard.
This was the riddle behind Chen Juansheng's "Gansui Baiji" prescription. Now, as long as she followed Lu Guiyan closely, with their bond as masters and his fame as a swordsman, he would surely be able to protect her.
However, this is really too unfair to this junior brother.
Putting aside the relationship between the master and the disciple, this matter was caused by her after all. If Lu Guiyan's reputation in Medicine King Valley, or even in the martial arts world, was damaged by his protection, it would probably play into Master Jin Sheng's plan.
This was exactly what Shen Jiansheng had planned. By releasing her, he not only saved her life, but also damaged the reputation of Medicine King Valley through internal strife, and at the same time ruined Lu Guiyan's reputation.
The cycle of transformation and repetition, the repetition of mutual generation, is truly the best strategist in the world. The three plans of Master Jinsheng are truly cruel and deadly.
Chen Juansheng had calculated that Lu Guiyan would definitely protect her, and that was the real headache. She could almost see Master Jinsheng smiling softly at her. Besides keeping her safe, this madman truly cared nothing else.
How to solve it?
How to break it?
Qing Guiyu still gritted his teeth, turned the bamboo flute in his hand around and around, and walked towards the shore.
She glanced at Lu Guiyan and saw that he was quite calm, as if he had made up his mind. The two of them walked together, Wuwang Sword right beside her. Lu Guiyan's bloodstained white clothes were blown by the river wind, even staining her body with a few spots of blood.
At this glance, she suddenly remembered the fake golden needle from Yaowang Valley that Lu Guiyan had just handed to her, and suddenly some ideas came to her mind.
"Junior brother," she said with a smile, holding the bamboo flute behind her back, as if the bamboo was not in her hands but in her heart.
As the river breeze blew, she said confidently,
"If the Law Enforcement Hall arrives, Junior Brother, please don't take action. I have my own way."
She looked around at Jiang Bin, hesitated for a moment, and said,
"But I'm afraid we'll have to move to another place."
The trap set by Mr. Jin Sheng seven years later was solved by the Chen Juansheng from seven years ago.
After all, having saved such a dangerous life, she is not completely without improvement.
*
The nights in Yaowang Valley at that time were much darker than they are now.
Qing Guiyu walked into the medicine room. There was no light in the room. She was not sure whether the boy who was poisoned by the cold was still in the medicine room. She was a little worried because he was poisoned so badly. So she called him.
“Mr. Shen?”
There were some faint rustling sounds coming from the couch in the medicine house. The young man was fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Qing Guiyu put down the medicine basket he was carrying, took some rushes from the cabinet, twisted them tightly, and lit the oil lamp. A flickering light filled the entire room.
The young man turned his head slightly and turned his handsome face to the window.
She felt something was amiss, so she lit the lamp, walked over to the couch, and looked down to see what had happened. The young man was leaning against the couch, his eyes closed, his black hair hanging down to his forearm, and in his hand he was clutching one of her golden needles.
Qing Guiyu looked at him for a while, then looked at herself, and then realized that it was the oil lamp in her hand that caused it. She extinguished the fire, put the dimmed oil lamp back on her desk, sat down next to the young man, and asked him,
"Don't you want to use the oil lamp?"
The boy slowly opened his eyes, looked at her without blinking, then lowered his head and hesitated for a moment.
"Yeah," he said, "I feel a little uncomfortable."
She nodded in understanding, "Such a vicious cold poison is indeed rare."
Qing Guiyu pondered, "It's easy to imagine that someone with a cold poison would be afraid of fire." If this young man ultimately died, she would definitely record this in her pulse chart. It was a good thing to learn this.
Taking advantage of the dim moonlight outside the window, she glanced at the golden needle in the boy's hand, pointed at it, and asked him,
"Where did it come from?"
He suddenly raised his head and looked at her. She could almost see the icy film in his eyes. His face showed some panic, and his black hair on his shoulders trembled. He explained to her,
"It fell off when Miss Qing was giving her acupuncture yesterday." Then she lowered her head again.
Seeing his expression, Qing Guiyu sighed, "I'm not blaming you."
"It's not something rare," she continued. "If you like, I can teach you."
Then she placed her finger on the large acupoint in front of his heart, "Shenfeng." She lightly tapped, "Tiantu." Then she moved down, "Tanzhong."
The young man wavered even more, his hand loosened, and the golden needle fell down.
Qing Guiyu picked up the golden needle and felt that this man was both strange and pitiful. He had already been poisoned by the cold and it was unknown how many days he could live. By then, he didn't know if he would have the strength to hold anything.
So she took out a few more golden needles from her needle bag, reached out her hand, held his hand, held his fingertips, and wanted to teach him how to give acupuncture.
The young man suddenly trembled and pulled his hand away from hers at an incredible speed.
Qing Guiyu raised his eyes and looked at him, very confused, "You don't want to learn?"
He turned his head again, not looking at her, but nodded quickly and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
"I want to learn." Then he slowly asked, "Is it okay for you to teach me the Yaowang Valley acupuncture method this way?"
Qing Guiyu looked straight at him. A little summer moonlight shone through the window, dimmed by the leaves of the honeysuckle and Uncaria rhynchophylla. She felt that he was indeed a little pitiful, considering others at this time.
This man didn't have much time left, so she wanted to enlighten him a little, so she stroked her hair and said with a smile,
"I'll teach you how to save people if I want to. If more people can do it, why not? What's right or wrong?"
Then he added,
"It would be great if you could use it someday."
She comforted him like this, but was afraid that he would see through her heart, so she rolled her eyes and continued,
"If you think you've gotten the upper hand, then if you have any fun tricks, you can teach them to me. How about we trade?"
The young man stared at her for a while, took the gold needles from her hand, propped himself up, and carefully arranged them in several rows on the empty space above the couch.
"Stop." He pointed between the two needles, his eyelashes drooping, a look of caution on his face. "Injury." He pointed at a few empty spaces. "Scenery. Shock. Open."
"Eight Gates Chessboard," leaning against the faint moonlight outside the window, the young man pointed at them one by one in a deep voice, and finally turned his hand to Qing Guiyu. A slight expectation flashed in his eyes, and finally the sick look was gone, revealing a little emotion.
"Heavenly Tribulation Formation."
*
After all, saving someone wasn't in vain. Qing Guiyu was thinking at this moment, although Chen Juansheng had used the golden needle to kill someone and framed him, if she calculated the details of this business, she really lost a lot of money, but at least she had received some medical fees.
I didn't expect that I would have to rely on this to save my life at this time.
She sat on a cut magnolia tree, lamenting the impermanence of life, and watched the figure in the distance getting closer and closer.
"Qing Guiyu," one of them said to her in a distant voice, "The tendons in your hands are all broken. You should be unable to practice acupuncture or martial arts."
"Now it seems that it is not the case at all. What kind of magic did you use?"
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