Chapter 39: Three Warm Jade Needles…I want to think about you, okay…
When this was said, not only Qing Guiyu, but also others did not believe it.
The Golden Wire Blade was a deeply secret, its forging and refining methods unknown to outsiders. However, the Tianji Pavilion's fame within the martial arts world hadn't been a single year, and the Wire Blade itself had long been a well-known weapon, or rather, a notorious weapon for silencing and self-destruction.
Every assassin in his pavilion has something they carry with them, so how can they be considered as treasures in the pavilion?
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the young man in black was deeply in love with this girl. To the point where, to protect her, he'd recklessly lied to her without a care in the world. Oh my god, it couldn't be more obvious. If anyone still believed him, wouldn't they be treating everyone as fools?
Yes, yes. Everyone present here is not a fool.
They all believed that Young Master Jin Sheng was infected with a love poison.
This young man, incredibly skilled at swaying people's hearts, skillfully slipped in this seductive flaw in his lies, prompting some conceited and reasonable speculation. He concealed what he wanted to reveal, and revealed what he wanted to conceal. True and false, solid yet seemingly empty, were all tangled in his palm.
Seeing everyone convinced of the deadly power of Young Master Jin Sheng's love poison, whether out of fear or disgust, forced to respect her, Qing Guiyu was so angry that she scratched the ends of her hair. Holding the wire blade in one hand, she glanced around with annoyance and embarrassment.
It must be said that she really fell headfirst into his trick this time.
What was even more infuriating was that his master's crimes had been temporarily shelved, and he had to accept this huge favor from him in this trick. As the day turned and the sky gradually darkened, Qing Guiyu walked back and forth in the guest room alone, holding the flute with his hands behind his back.
Finally, Chen Yunfeng and Han Shu decided that since all the factions had gathered, they shouldn't treat the Tianji Pavilion Master, who had confessed his guilt, too harshly. After much deliberation, they decided that within Yaowang Valley, the Jade Pavilion was the only secluded and quiet place with the strictest restrictions, so they decided to detain him there.
Anyway, the items hidden in the Jade Pavilion had been stolen long ago, and there was nothing important stored there now.
When Qing Guiyu heard their plan, his heart felt even more shaky than the flute in his hand.
Most of the other disciples in the valley simply thought the name "Cangyu Pavilion" sounded nice, but she was incredibly familiar with it. However, whether the restrictions of Cangyu Pavilion could actually hold Young Master Jinsheng was still a mystery.
Shen Juansheng is a thoughtful and thoughtful person, and he has a lot of thoughts on his mind, and it has not been just one or two years.
*
She probably thought so too in the medicine house in Yaowang Valley seven years ago.
The young man, suffering from a cold, leaned on the couch beside her, his black hair hanging loose and his eyes misty. Qing Guiyu lay on the table, pen in hand, sketching her medicine scroll.
"I think you should stop thinking about yourself."
She used a cinnabar pen to fiercely cross out the line of words on her hand from "Huangdi Neijing Lingshu Pian": "Thoughts will hurt the mind, fear will make one lose oneself, and death will occur in winter."
His tone was a little harsh, but it was indeed for his own good.
Of course. This young man could only stay in the medicine house to recuperate, and his mind was full of things. With his body full of cold and poison, and his mind always thinking about himself, what good things could he come up with?
"Think about others," she asked in a gentler voice, "Mr. Shen, do you have parents or family?"
"I have a father," he said carefully, his head lowered and his hands tightly gripping the edge of the couch. He hesitated for a long time and said, "I don't really want to think about him."
Qing Guiyu picked up the pen, tilted his head back, and empathized for a moment. Hearing him speak of his father with such unkindness, and thinking of his own family, he realized his question was a bit presumptuous. After all, not everyone brings up happy memories when talking about family.
This is really difficult for her.
She had faced life-threatening moments in her childhood, but at that time, she only wanted to live, and she wanted to live with all her heart. No matter how ugly her struggle was, she had no intention of gently and submissively approaching death.
But the clumsy and simple desire to survive that this young man who wrote the words "no rescue" on the stone steps with blood and tried to commit suicide with a silk thread probably did not have.
It's really difficult. If you are determined to save someone, they have to want to live, right?
She sighed in her heart and complained about the whole thing from beginning to end, trying hard not to let him see it on her face.
Suddenly he spoke, still in that cautious and slow tone.
"Miss Qing," he said, turning his head. Although he was speaking, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that she would hear him. He was twisting some thin silk threads in his hands.
"What?" She was still struggling with how to convince the boy and looked like she was in a daze.
"...I want to think about you, okay?"
This was literally a life-saving straw. Qing Guiyu's mind suddenly became clear, and he raised one eye.
"Sure, sure," she said hastily, pointing at the table. "Why not?"
It was hilarious. What was there to ask? Asking for her permission? Her thoughts were hidden within her, and she couldn't control them. If there were truly some method in the world that could bewitch people and manipulate their thoughts, she'd love to see it.
"It's okay to think about anything. As long as you still want to live, it's good." She concluded, breathing a sigh of relief. "My brother really wanted to live back then, but it's a pity I couldn't save him."
He trembled violently, which scared Qing Guiyu so much that she looked up. Thinking that he had caught a cold, she almost got up to turn over her golden needles.
But the boy didn't say where he felt uncomfortable. He just covered the hair on his temples with his fingers, and the hair flowed through his fingers.
He paused for a moment, and Qing Guiyu looked at his hands and saw that he was holding a long ribbon tied with gold thread and playing with it.
It must have been woven when he was recuperating. Qing Guiyu glanced at it and praised it.
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
"Is it beautiful?" He asked with a rare urgency, then realized it and asked slowly and softly, "If it is, give it to Miss Qing."
"Miss Qing, would you like to change it and wear it?"
A blush crept onto the boy's face, and even the tips of his ears seemed to be tinged with crimson, as if he had made a request. Qing Guiyu followed his gaze and saw that he was referring to the Medicine King Valley disciple belt he wore around his waist.
"No," Qing Guiyu immediately refused, "You can't take off this disciple belt casually."
The bluish-white disciple sashes of Medicine King Valley were worn by disciples to distinguish them by status. The Valley Master and elders wore twelve knots, while disciples like her and her senior brother, the Master's direct disciples, wore nine. Disciples from each hall wore seven and five knots, varying in number.
This is what she has been proud of in recent years, how can she change it so easily?
"You don't have to take it so seriously." Qing Guiyu thought he didn't know the importance of the disciple belt, and fearing that he would be disappointed, he used the pen to brush away the fine hair at his neck. "You don't have to give me anything. I was saved by my senior brother back then, and he never asked me to repay him."
"We in Yaowang Valley are dedicated to doing good deeds and saving lives," she said with a generous smile, waving her hand at him, and saying complacently, "This kind of thing is nothing."
"Miss Qing, have you been rescued before?" He seemed to want to continue the conversation, but seemed reluctant. His black hair fell on the couch. He just clenched the silk ribbon and bit his lower lip. "You were rescued by your senior brother, like me."
"That……"
Qing Guiyu raised his head, stopped writing and pricked up his ears.
Well, he stopped talking again.
She was so angry at the boy that she lay on the table and wanted to pound the table with her hands.
Is there anyone in the whole world who is worse at chatting than him?
It doesn’t matter if we don’t chat today, it doesn’t matter if we don’t chat today!
"Alas," Qing Guiyu straightened up. The tip of the pen in her hand was scratched and bristled. She had no choice but to twist it with her hand, forming it into a sharp tip, which ended up staining her hand with some blood-red cinnabar.
"Mr. Shen, we are people of the martial arts world. If we only care about whether it looks good or not, it won't work."
She was not discouraged! She taught so earnestly, but she felt like a nagging old woman.
He was unwilling to tell her anything about his family background or his background. However, his mastery of the Cold Power must have been achieved through years of painstaking, single-minded practice; that was a sure thing.
"You are already very beautiful." It is difficult to go further.
"When I cure your illness and you leave the valley, you'll have to be more careful," she pursed her lips, "people out there in the martial arts world are unpredictable."
"Yeah." The young man leaned back on the couch, as if relieved by her concern. He lowered his eyelashes and silently replied, "If that day ever comes again, I will listen to Miss Qing and be smarter."
"But, can it really be cured?" He paused for a moment, then spoke slowly again, a rare look of anticipation emerging in his eyes.
Qing Guiyu stopped joking with him, closed the book, put down the pen, and nodded at him solemnly.
"I think I've roughly grasped the Hanging Needle Life-Extending Method." She lowered her head, twitched her chin, and mentally sorted out the sequence. "There's still something missing. I asked Senior Brother for help the other day."
"But there are some key points that Senior Brother doesn't know because he hasn't practiced this needle technique. I have to find an opportunity to see if I can steal them."
"Why steal?" He seemed to have pondered for a long time before asking slowly. "Is it dangerous?"
"It's not dangerous." She answered without hesitation, "Everyone in the valley is my teacher and senior brothers. What's so dangerous?"
"Medicine and divination are inseparable. Practicing medicine at least relies on fate. I think there is some connection between me and that jade needle."
Qing Guiyu raised his head and looked at the young man who was infected by the cold. At this moment, he really wanted to teach him to believe.
"My original name was Ah Qing," she said to him, pointing to herself, resting her other hand on her cheek, thinking of her master and brothers, her face became gentle.
"When Master Gu accepted me as his disciple, he specifically allowed me to practice the Yellow Emperor's Three Wonders Needle Technique. He gave me a new name so that I would remember it."
She told him about the old times in the valley and smiled at him.
"This refers to the warm jade made by the Yellow Emperor's third needle. I will be called Qinggui Jade."
She was a seventeen-year-old girl named Qing Guiyu from Yaowang Valley. She felt that she could do anything. She was familiar with both medical theory and martial arts.
As she said this, the young man leaned back on the couch, staring at her blankly. After a long while, he lowered his head and said nothing for a long time.
*
Seven years had passed, the passage of time wearing away the cold gleam of the glazed tiles, darkening the night. Qing Guiyu stepped on the roof of the Jade Pavilion, where the Warm Jade Needles had once been stored. The way each brick and tile was stacked here was incredibly familiar, and she longed to kneel down and thank her former self, so proud and conceited of her intelligence.
Well, how can I put it? When it comes to scheming, there's always a higher mountain than the other. Shen Juansheng wins because he's more brutal, but unfortunately, she also has a bit of kindness, so she's the lower one.
Qing Guiyu was furious, and her right foot hesitated as soon as it touched the tiles. The alertness she'd developed over the years of wandering around made her neck tighten. Sure enough, the wood soaked in the decaying dampness cracked slightly, and her once-proud Listening to the Rain step skill was now shaken to the point of falling dust.
She was afraid of being discovered sneaking in here, so she popped her head out with a trembling heart and looked down.
Frost drifted across the stone terrace in front of the pavilion, and I saw Wuwang standing alone in white, a man with a long belt and a sword, wearing a light crown and long sleeves. His white clothes were as white as snow, his appearance like jade.
"Junior sister," Lu Guiyan said, raising his head, looking at her with his clear eyes, and calmly stated to her,
"The jade needle is no longer here. You shouldn't come here again."
He was always like this, calm and composed, and never spoke harshly. However, this sudden voice startled a few crows in the night, and they flew away from the nearby woods.
"Yes," she heard herself agreeing, feeling guilty, remorseful, and sad.
"That warm jade needle originally belonged to you, little senior brother."
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