Chapter 3: Meet the old friend, water, sky and clouds gather, divine light separates and reunites, suddenly like floating waves...
She herself couldn't believe it, but the young man who was curled up coughing up blood under the stone steps of Yaowang Valley seven years ago has now become the famous Young Master Jinsheng.
The young man was pale and thin, with a morbid gloom between his eyebrows. He was attacked by the dangerous cold poison kung fu and coughed up blood. His life was almost hanging by a thread. He dipped his fingertips in blood and wrote the last two words on the blue brick: "No help."
He almost died that day, but survived because of her golden needle.
Now that I think about it, were all those things I did at that time also meant to arouse her interest?
After all, if you stab this person with a sword, you won't see a bloody hole, but he can stab you a hundred times.
Mr. Shen insisted that she perform this pursuit drama, because the most easily spread things in the world, besides the secret love affairs, are those half-hidden debts of love.
Just mentioning Master Jinsheng's "Seven Years" and "The Difficulty of Longing", coupled with his handsome appearance, and the vague use of seal characters to show it to people, it is hard not to be spread by people all over the world.
Chen Juansheng never cared about the lives of others, not even his own. He could use the serious injury of his savior "Broken Jade" as a topic of conversation, and he could also use the weapon he used to commit suicide when he was young as a decoration and give it away.
This man was treacherous and cruel. Qing Guiyu twisted his fingertips which were still cool. He had warned him seven years ago not to practice cold skills anymore, otherwise he would die and no medicine would be able to cure him.
But judging from the pure internal force of this icy seal, the cold marrow skill may have reached a higher level. The cold poison cannot be cured, and the scheming may have also been marinated.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her anxiety, and turned to walk towards the pontoon boat. The old boatman had already untied the moorings. Seeing her approach, he didn't say much, but a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. Finally, he said, "Girl, get on board. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to catch the favorable wind."
She could only nod and nimbly hop onto the deck. The boat swayed slightly, and she found her footing, her eyes casually scanning the river.
In the distance, a large ship with a flag bearing the Chinese character "Cao" was slowly sailing away from the ferry. Several figures were standing at the bow of the ship. The young man in the lead was dressed in black, with his back to her, his figure standing tall and straight.
The man seemed to notice her gaze and turned his head slightly, revealing a handsome and elegant profile.
My heart skipped a beat and my fingers unconsciously clenched my sleeves. That figure was Chen Juansheng.
The memories of seven years ago came flooding back like a tide, but the last deep voice in her memory was filled with despair and madness in his eyes, as if the whole world was collapsing in front of him.
And now, he stood at the bow, his back straight, his expression calm, as if he had never been defeated by anything.
She quickly lowered her head, avoiding the vague gaze. Unsure whether Shen Juansheng recognized her, she gently pulled down the veil of Mi Li, hiding herself in the shadows.
The old boatman shouted, and the black-sailed boat slowly sailed away from the ferry.
As the boat reached the center of the river, the wind gradually grew stronger, dispersing the mist on the river surface. The sunlight shone on the shimmering water, reflecting a dazzling light. Qing Guiyu narrowed his eyes and looked at the canal boat in the distance.
Shen Juansheng still stood at the bow, his black robe sleeves rustling in the wind. He didn't seem to notice her, his gaze fixed on the distance, as if waiting for something.
The boat reached a bend and the current became turbulent. The sloop was tossed forward on the waves.
She could only hold on to the side of the boat tightly, her eyes still fixed on the canal boat. Suddenly, Shen Juansheng turned around and looked straight in her direction.
Their eyes met in mid-air, and they felt their hearts tighten. The corners of Shen Juansheng's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a half-smile.
The canal boat approached downstream, and the seagulls flapped their wings, their cries sharp as the sound of swords. She clearly saw his slender index finger slowly stroke his Adam's apple, caressing his throat lovingly, his lips moving silently:
Please save one person.
I killed one person.
The river breeze and the distance obscured his emotions. His black clothes fluttered up and down, making him look even paler. The sky became brighter, and layers of skylight were reflected on the water.
Young Master Jin Sheng stood by the river. Suddenly, the water and sky merged into one, and divine light flickered and merged. He looked like the son of the Emperor Ling Bo, a true immortal.
Thirty feet across the river, she could actually feel the man's low laughter creeping up against her ear.
The canal boat took up enough water to suppress the waves, so it actually moved faster in the rapids and disappeared into the river bay in a flash.
Qing Guiyu sat back in the cabin, hugging Cuizhu. He was secretly annoyed and a little angry with himself because he had been a little timid at that moment.
There was no way to win this cat-and-mouse game with Shen Juansheng. Only by striking back could the situation be reversed.
She closed her eyes and pondered, recalling the source of the whole thing. The starting point of the Yaowang Valley and the golden needle incident was the attack on the Yufeng escort. The only clear clue to the location was Baidukou.
Thinking of this, she stood up suddenly, startling the old boatman.
"Boatman," she smiled, "can we go somewhere else?"
He put a few pieces of silver bullets on the deck and said, "I'll pay more."
It was almost noon, and the river breeze was still biting, carrying a fishy and salty smell into the cabin.
The bow of the boat suddenly sank, and the old boatman's pipe knocked against the deck, making a dull sound: "Girl, we have arrived at Bai Ferry. The water is shallow ahead, we need to change rafts."
Qing Guiyu lifted the reed curtain, and the ferry steps broken by the white waves were covered with moss, and the crooked wooden stakes were covered with dark green water plants.
A few grey herons skimmed the water, pecking at floating scraps of cloth.
"Thank you, old man. This place is enough." She smiled slightly, thanked the old boatman, and used her lightness skills to fly to the shore.
But after all, she hadn't used it for many years, and her internal strength was somewhat exhausted when she reached the shore, but she didn't care. She waded through the shallows of the reed marsh, and her wet skirt tangled around her legs made her feel more at ease than the boat board.
Baidukou was far more desolate and dilapidated than the ferry crossing in Yuzhou City. Weeds grew along the shore, and a few dilapidated fishing boats lay alone on the shallows. A faint, fishy smell hung in the air, as if something was rotting in the darkness.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her anxiety, and walked forward along the path along the shore.
Occasionally, a rustling sound could be heard in the grass by the roadside, as if something was watching from the dark. Qing Guiyu gripped the bamboo tightly in his hand and looked around warily.
Suddenly, a low cough was heard from the front.
She stopped and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a ragged old man walking slowly towards her with a worn bamboo stick in his hand. Suddenly, he stumbled and fell backwards, curled up on the stone steps by the roadside, breathing heavily.
"Father-in-law, are you okay?" she walked forward and asked in a low voice.
The old man raised his head, a strange light flashing in his cloudy eyes. He grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good girl, please be kind and give me something to eat."
Qing Guiyu took out the half sesame cake from his bag and handed it to the old man. The old man took the cake and began to eat it ravenously, mumbling incoherently: "This road leads to Baidukou, young lady, you'd better not go any further. That place... is not clean."
"Not clean?" She was a little confused and frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
The old man stopped chewing, looked around, and lowered his voice to say, "A few days ago, many people died at Baidukou, all with golden needles stuck in their chests. They said it was the scum of Medicine King Valley who was causing trouble, specifically using golden needles to take people's lives."
My heart sank, but I pretended to be surprised: "Is there such a thing?"
The old man waved his hand and said, "We are not qualified to ask about the affairs of the underworld. Girl, you'd better leave quickly. This place is very evil."
At this moment, a charming female voice came from behind, "You know you are not qualified to ask, why are you making up stories about my Medicine King Valley like this?"
Qing Guiyu turned around and saw a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen, wearing an apricot-yellow soft shirt and a jade-white sash from the Medicine King Valley, approaching angrily. Behind them followed a man and a woman, both slightly older, dressed in Dian Cang Sect attire.
The Yuzhou area originally belonged to the Dian Cang Sect's sphere of influence. The Yaowang Valley was the first to be affected by the trap set by Chen Juansheng this time, so he had to send disciples to investigate the situation.
Now that she had arrived in Yuzhou, she was bound to meet with the Dian Cang Sect. This was normal, but the fact that they arrived so quickly gave her a headache.
The identity of the disciples in Yaowang Valley is identified by the green and white silk ribbons they wear. The girl's silk ribbon only has three knots, which means she is a junior. Moreover, she is very young, and it is likely that she has only been a disciple for a short time. It is very lucky that they did not recognize her appearance.
"Ah," she glanced at the two Dian Cang disciples and shook her head, "I've only heard that Yaowang Valley is known for its virtue and righteousness, yet they are so unkind to a poor old man."
The Dian Cang Sect and the Yaowang Valley are both upright sects in the martial arts world. This time, the Yaowang Valley sent its disciples to Yuzhou and acted ostentatiously. People said that there was no one better than them in martial arts. Although the Dian Cang Sect greeted them politely, it was somewhat afraid of being suppressed and had some intention of resisting them, so it also sent its disciples to accompany them in the investigation.
The young man from the Dian Cang sect was still calm, but the Dian Cang sect girl, who was about the same age as the girl in apricot clothes, was obviously quite dissatisfied and immediately laughed and said,
"People say that the best doctors and warriors in the martial arts world are Yaowang Valley in northern Luo and Xinglinwu in Nanling. I don't think our Miss Murong Qing is that kind-hearted and skilled. She's nowhere near as good as the Xinglin disciples I met last year."
The Medicine King Valley girl named Murong Qing was so angry that she fell backwards. She took two quick steps to support the old man and said angrily, "How can you not be kind and compassionate? We will send someone to heal this old man tomorrow."
Qing Guiyu stepped forward to fan the flames, clasping his hands together. "Medicine King Valley is a benevolent and compassionate doctor. The medical fees he collects are probably enough to buy out the entire Baidukou. Saving a few people is really not worth mentioning."
The young man from the Dian Cang Sect said slowly at this moment, "Junior sister, you've misinterpreted the subject. You are both a master of medicine and martial arts. I don't think Miss Murong can defeat you in martial arts."
Murong Qing's face flushed red and white for a moment, but she was determined to fight him. She said anxiously, "I just lost a move in the sparring. I'm still young and my skills are not very refined. If my Senior Brother Lu had taken action yesterday, I guarantee that none of you would have gotten away with it."
Senior Brother Lu.
Qing Guiyu stopped smiling, turned around and pressed Mi Li, thinking that Lu Guiyan was also here.
The second most important person in the world she wanted to avoid. The sound of that name brought an ominous ache to the old injury on her wrist.
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