Chapter 38: Such a powerful witchcraft is so good, it is absolutely obedient...
Chapter 38
The golden silk thread flashed, and Master Jinsheng turned around and walked around to her side.
"This is made of silk from the Heavenly Silkworm, mixed with a thousand threads. It must be woven with great care," he said with a smile, extending his hand toward her. The golden threads between his fingers tangled with the spring morning light. "No one else may touch it."
Qing Guiyu gritted her teeth, feeling like she was going to pass out if she didn't scold him. So she angrily shouted at him, "What do you mean by touch or no touch? Do you think you can bite me? Where did this vicious dog at the door come from, Chen Juansheng?"
Young Master Jin Sheng nodded and said, "Young lady, are you still short of lackeys?" He glanced at the figure in white, his lips curled up slightly, and he said coldly,
"What color do you want?"
He relied on his status as a member of the Tianji Pavilion. Since he had expressed his willingness to be imprisoned, he was confident that Yaowang Valley would not immediately move against him. Qing Guiyu was afraid that he would become so confident that he would say something embarrassing and implicate others.
Can't hit, can't scold, extremely tricky, extremely tricky.
Her hands twisted the flute again and again, and subconsciously, she looked at her former teacher for help.
Seeing this, Chen Yunfeng frowned deeply, his face looked very serious, and asked Shen Juansheng,
"How did Pavilion Master Chen get infected with this love Gu?" He turned his head and looked at Qing Guiyu. After a moment of hesitation, he asked suspiciously, "When did you learn to use such a powerful Gu technique?"
When Shen Juansheng heard him ask this, his eyebrows raised and his lips moved slightly. Qing Guiyu was immediately frightened out of his wits, fearing that he would make up a story about a beautiful woman and a talented man for 488 times on the spot, so he quickly grabbed him and said,
"Disciple..." She suddenly remembered that she had been expelled from the mountain gate. It was a bit bitter to say this. She bowed respectfully and said, "...Guiyu will report the details to the elders from now on."
Shen Juansheng was pulled by her, and his expression was a little happy just now, but when he saw her like this, he frowned again, took a half step forward, and covered her behind him.
"When people are young, they admire their parents. When they are lustful, they admire young women." He drew an arc in the air beside his face and said calmly, "The ancient sages said this. Human nature is like this, it just starts naturally."
Surrounded by swords and knives, Qing Guiyu watched him turn his head away and said with a smile,
"Since Miss Qing likes my appearance and planted this love Gu in me, is it any wonder that I have been devoted to her ever since?"
Young Master Jin Sheng placed his hand on his heart, as if the thought itself caused him pain. "If Chen Juansheng betrayed my feelings, he would be a beast. You must know that a girl's reputation is the most important thing."
No. I can't say any more.
He's truly eloquent, answering ten questions with one, perhaps even less so than not answering at all. It's a good thing he didn't enter the civil service, otherwise, even the Golden Palace strategy would have been lost in his entanglements. Qing Guiyu took several deep breaths, feeling that his cultivation had improved even faster than his cold poison in just a few days.
"Silk Blade." She used all her strength to convince herself not to stab him to death in public. She stretched out her hand, gritted her teeth, and said to Shen Juansheng, "I'll take it off for you."
She sighed in her heart, and even though she was extremely reluctant, she had to go along with the evildoing by making a fool of herself in public.
I had to grit my teeth and persuade myself.
Never mind, it’s just a matter of untying a few threads, it won’t cost her any money.
She reached out, and just as her fingertips touched the silk thread around Young Master Jin Sheng's wrist, she felt his pulse quicken. The golden thread coiled from wrist bone to fingertips and forearm, and the slightest tug drew blood. She gritted her teeth. Although she knew he wasn't in any pain, she still wanted to untie it as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, she felt her hand lighten. It was Chen Juansheng himself who had turned his wrist over, passing the tangled string into her palm. His hand, with distinct knuckles, hung in mid-air, appearing even paler up close.
"Untie this." Qing Guiyu was panicking, and he suddenly spoke, with a lingering feeling in the ending tone, and the tip of his other finger touched a hidden button on his wrist.
Some hair hung down, mixed with the silk thread, and brushed across the back of her hand.
When the gold thread was completely loosened, it made a very slight clanging sound. She flicked her hand with a deep sound, and the bright silk thread was coiled in her hand.
"I've put it away." He said to her with a smile, "Miss Qing."
Qing Guiyu gritted his teeth, held the thread, and took a step back.
"Wait a minute, Pavilion Master Chen." Han Shu suddenly called him to stop, and said to him, "You haven't completely removed that silk blade yet."
Qing Guiyu turned around, was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chen Juansheng twice before he realized that Elder Han was referring to the strands of gold threads that he used to tie his hair.
She pursed her lips. She was well aware of Elder Han's cautiousness. Untying the silk blade was fine, but asking a young woman like her to untie a grown man's hair with so many people watching was too embarrassing. Qing Guiyu's face flushed.
She waited for Shen Juansheng to say something in rebuttal, but unexpectedly, Young Master Jin Sheng was so open and generous that he didn't refuse at all, looking at her expectantly. She had no choice but to grit her teeth, tiptoe a little, and reach out.
Shen Juansheng had grown a lot taller in the past seven years, and her hair was tied up high, so it was a bit difficult for her to untie it, so Shen Juansheng smiled and bent down towards her.
Those peach blossom eyes that were always shrouded in ice and looked misty, were now so clear and bright. As they looked up and down, a flash of light shattered the eyes.
He lowered his head, and his cool breath brushed her nose and lingered beside her ear.
Han Shu's light cough came from behind her, mixed with the whispers of people around her. She knew that those eyes were fixed on the red tip of her ear.
"Don't move." Qing Guiyu pretended not to hear, biting her lower lip and digging her nails into her palm. But the golden thread was entangled, and the more anxious she was, the harder it was to untie.
She had a lot on her mind, and her nose had always been very sharp. At this moment, she smelled a faint smell of blood in Shen Juansheng's hair. She thought that he had coughed up blood again when he forced himself to practice the cold poison last night.
The breath blew across the side of his neck, carrying with it a mixture of bitterness and blood, and it was so cold that a slight tremor appeared on the back of his hand.
"You won't die," Young Master Jinsheng seemed to know what she was thinking and whispered in her ear, "Miss Qing, don't be afraid."
Finally, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and the golden thread slipped from her hand. In an instant, the young man's long black hair cascaded down. The morning breeze blew through a few flowing strands, brushing against her eyes, and her face felt a little itchy for a moment.
The young man in black robes had let some of the scattered golden light slip from his hair, leaving only his black hair and black robe. He looked solemn and quiet, a little relaxed, and his long-term illness made his face look even paler, and his whole appearance seemed much more gloomy. With his hair loose and his head untied, amidst the swords, he had a rather melancholy look, a look of self-indulgence in danger, a look of dejection and restraint.
After all, he was the leader of a sect. Qing Guiyu felt that letting everyone see him with his hair disheveled was too humiliating, and would only make Medicine King Valley seem somewhat unreasonable. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and ripped off her own headband. Just like when they were young, she lifted his hair and braided it for him.
But he had grown taller. Now she had no choice but to tie her hair below his shoulders. The headband had loosened a little and was slipping down. She hurriedly tied it twice, but there was no better way. Finally, she thought for a moment, took out a copper ring from her waist, and put it on.
After she did this, she saw Master Jin Sheng turn his head, and his misty eyes stared at her without blinking.
Qing Guiyu was shocked and was really afraid of being seen in such an embarrassing situation. She turned the bamboo flute and quickly pushed him away.
Regardless of Qing Guiyu's embarrassment, the three elders of Yaowang Valley were facing no less difficult problems than her at this moment.
Among the three elders, Chen Yunfeng suggested that since the Tianji Pavilion Master had come alone to plead guilty and was willing to be imprisoned, he should be placed under house arrest until the other factions arrived to deal with him. This would allow no one to object. However, Meng Ziliu and Han Shu both felt that this person had evil intentions and must be guarded against.
"Senior Brother," Han Shu stroked his beard and asked Elder Chen, "His arrival is strange. Have you forgotten his reputation in the martial arts world?"
Meng Ziliu said, "It's said that the Master of Heavenly Secrets is sinister and scheming, and today I see that he's indeed the case. Since he can come and go freely and harm the Valley Master and Senior Brother," she weighed the broken hilt and shook her head, saying, "If he has other intentions and harms the disciples in the valley, it will be too late to regret it then."
Elder Meng was annoyed by his previous move of the inlaid gold and broken blade. With Meng Ziliu's years of internal cultivation, winning or losing in a fight between the two was secondary. However, if anyone in the martial arts world wanted to take her weapon in a single move, it would be impossible.
If a master of soft weapons, such as whips, ropes, and ribbons, were to suddenly entangle his opponent's weapon during a fight, who wouldn't feel the urge to use force to wrest it away? Naturally, he would have to mobilize his internal energy to increase his strength to resist.
But Young Master Jin Sheng took advantage of the opponent's internal force infusion and used a silk thread to guide the internal force into the weapon. The long sword suddenly broke, which was really unexpected. Thinking about it now, Elder Meng felt that he was really tricked by him.
She spoke sharply, and when she spoke of this sword technique, she turned to Lu Guiyan and asked, "Guiyan, what do you say?"
Bai Yi Wu Wang remained silent the entire time, just listening to Han Shu's words. At this moment, he placed his hand on his sword, turned his head and glanced coldly at Meng Zi Liu.
Elder Chen said, "Alas, Junior-Martial Brother Gui Yan and the Tianji Pavilion are definitely going to take action." Then he added, "Let's wait a while. Once the other factions arrive, we can talk."
When Master Jin Sheng heard the three of them talking like this, he smiled slightly and said slowly,
"I am burdened by my false reputation. If you elders still don't trust me," he leaned forward, as if thinking about something, "well. Anyway, the shackles, blood seals, the hemp powder, the incense, the engravings are all up to you."
Everyone watched him do everything perfectly, obeying everything he said. If it weren't for the powerful poison, there would be no lover in the world who would be so concerned.
The lover turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and said to Qing Guiyu,
"This blade is the only treasure in our pavilion. If there are any grudges among the masters, please stop for now."
Young Master Jinsheng lowered his eyelashes for a moment, but raised his head, his eyes looking down, sweeping across everyone's faces one by one. This young man, who had been so attentive, suddenly seemed less kind.
He raised two fingers and pointed at everyone. A venomous wind seemed to be spreading, darkening the spring sun. All manner of formalities was instantly abandoned. He spoke clearly, word for word, in a deep voice.
"When I come out, I will ask you for it."
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