Chapter 31: What are you afraid of? Why don’t you dare tell me...
Chapter 31: A Miscalculation
This is too good of a statement.
A doctor's heart is compassionate, Qing Guiyu believed. But if she said she still had a trace of care in the face of life and death, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty, thinking it was too much praise.
A bit too good, isn't it?
Young Master Jin Sheng stood before her, looking at her with embarrassment. A faint blush crept across his face, and he lowered his head. His scattered thoughts trembled along with his eyelashes, as if he were anxiously awaiting her response.
However, she had just nearly died at his hands.
If she wasn't Qing Guiyu, if she wasn't the only person in the world who could cure his cold poison, all that would be left in front of him now would be a cold corpse.
It was the most beautiful kitten the family had ever raised. Even if it broke the beloved vase, no one would have the heart to blame it.
And this handsome young man, who was one in a million, killed people and set fires just to make her love him. What was wrong with that?
There was even a moment when Qing Guiyu felt that such a thought might have indeed flashed through his mind.
But human life is not someone's beloved vase. This is the love poison that Master Jin Sheng wants to put on her.
He silently plucked the string of thoughts, silently pulling the emotions towards him, then opened his arms, planning her fall with a hopeful and supplicant attitude.
Pity and indulgence are twins.
Qing Guiyu sighed in his heart, took a step back, raised his hand, and took some effort to wipe off the disguise on his face.
"Shen Yansheng," she roughly restored her appearance, but there was still some distorted color on her face.
So she shook off the sticky ointment and dry lumps on her hands, raised her eyes, and looked him up and down.
"I feel a little sorry for you sometimes."
She had been wrong from the beginning. She shouldn't have tried to rely on the power of the Tianji Pavilion to sneak into Yaowang Valley. There was no way out under the sun, so why did she insist on taking the Tianji Pavilion route? Couldn't she think of another solution?
Qing Guiyu rubbed his forehead and felt a real headache.
The easy-going and adaptable part of her personality was magnified countless times by the sound of the engraving. It was not a pleasant experience to have her weaknesses so accurately discovered by him.
Li Chengjin seemed to be delaying, which was understandable, but it was not a good thing for her to stay here for too long.
Young Master Jin Sheng crossed his fingers, holding the crystal silk in his hand, and paced slowly in the empty room.
"Miss Qing, let me think of another way, okay?" Shen Juansheng lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, looked at her again, and smiled at her gently.
"Even if you can stay with me for just one more day, it will be good."
When he said this, his dark eyes looked straight at her, there seemed to be an undercurrent flowing in his eyes, and there seemed to be a bit of quiet madness hidden between his brows.
This almost made Qing Guiyu doubtful, thinking she had seen it wrong. But then she thought, it was just a one-time avoidance, and she could naturally find another opportunity, so she nodded.
However, this day was indeed a little short.
At nightfall, Qing Guiyu began to pack her luggage. She wiped the medicine bottles she had brought with her one by one and placed them in a cloth bag.
The gold and silver needles were placed in their own specially made needle bags, and the bamboo flute was gently wiped before being inserted into the silk belt around her waist. She placed each item meticulously, as if sorting out her chaotic thoughts.
After she had packed up, she stood by the window and looked at the moonlit courtyard.
Spring was still here, and the moonlight, like a veil, gently enveloped the flowers and plants in the courtyard. A gentle breeze brought a faint fragrance of flowers.
Her fingers unconsciously stroked the bamboo flute, but her heart was unsettled.
Suddenly, there was a sound of metal clashing outside the inn. She thought for a moment, picked up the bamboo flute, and stuck it against the window frame of the inn.
Qing Guiyu looked out the window and, in the moonlight, could clearly see the figure of the person coming. It was a young man in white clothes, whiter than snow, with a long sword as frosty as frost, fighting with several Tianji Pavilion assassins.
Lu Guiyan's figure was like a swimming dragon in the moonlight, his sword gleaming with silver light and exuding a chilling aura.
With a flick of his wrist, the Wuwang Sword slashed a brilliant arc, severing a man's throat wherever the blade reached, sending blood gushing out. Another assassin attacked from the side, but Lu Guiyan leaned slightly and flicked his sword. Before the assassin could even get close, the sword pierced his chest.
The third man roared and swung his long sword to chop down.
Lu Guiyan did not retreat but advanced. The Wuwang sword became sharper and sharper. He searched for the sword and the blade, and the knife broke with a sound.
The inn is high-rise,
Young Master Jinsheng stood alone on the gilded and painted eaves. The night wind blew, and the silk blade dangled from his hand, covered in frost and swirling with a cold indigo light under the moonlight.
Chen Juansheng's complexion was already pale and ethereal, as clear as dew in the morning sun. Now he stood alone on the high eaves, the bright sky behind him, like a constellation of stars surrounding the North Star, appearing lonely and unreachable in the night.
He was obviously practicing cold skills, and the cinnabar needle marks were faintly visible on one side. He rarely frowned, and stared at the door of the inn.
"Give Way."
The long sword chant tore through the night. The young man in white flicked his wrist, blood splattered from the tip of the sword, and the man fell to the ground.
Lu Guiyan looked around. Although these assassins surrounded him, they were frightened by his sword intent and did not dare to move forward for a while.
The moonlight poured down like a silk thread on the shoulders of the young man in white. When Lu Guiyan put away his sword, the bluish-white disciple's long belt swayed gently at his waist, covering his sword-holding hand like willow branches.
His eyes swept over the deep engraving sound on the dangerous building, and his words were still as calm as ice spring water washing jade.
"I'm not here to take your life today, Pavilion Master Shen."
Lu Guiyan lowered his eyes and looked at the slanting moon reflected on the sword's spine. The moonlight cast a layer of frosty light on his handsome face.
Then he raised his head, and his clear and gentle eyes were filled with a cold murderous intent.
"Junior Brother!" Qing Guiyu was delighted and stuck his head out and shouted to him from the upstairs of the inn.
Young Master Jin Sheng seemed to have just discovered that she was there, and his eyes turned coldly towards her.
After looking for a while, he looked down from the high eaves, his expression becoming more and more profound. He tilted his head slightly, and his hair swayed slightly.
"It's dangerous here."
Lu Guiyan held the sword in his hand and raised his voice to respond. With a few clear clangs, he deflected several bone-eating nails, "Don't come near Medicine King Valley again."
Sword energy surged like a cold spring, pushing back the three pursuing Tianji Pavilion disciples by several steps. Even as he spoke, Wuwang's sword had already pierced the throat of the fourth. His sword technique was still as agile as when he and she practiced swordplay in the valley, as if he were dancing with the sword rather than killing.
Another assassin rushed forward. Lu Guiyan frowned and activated the Bingxi Ximai Jue. The sword light was drawn from his side, flowing horizontally and backwards like a turbulent spring, turning and meeting the attack.
The Wuwang Sword cut through the blood as it swung, and blood spurted out everywhere.
A young man in white clothes stood in a pool of blood. Lu Guiyan raised his head and looked at her.
Qing Guiyu saw this opportunity and turned around and stepped onto the window frame.
On the high eaves, Chen Juansheng moved slightly. Under the slanting moonlight, this Young Master Jinsheng was more stern and harsh than ever before. His usually calm and handsome face was now covered with gloom, like a piece of jade stained by the night.
"Li Chengjin!" He turned his head suddenly, his black clothes fluttering in the night wind, his bright hair drawing a long arc behind him, and shouted sternly, "Chaofeng!"
Young Master Jin Sheng lightly jumped down from the high eaves. When he spoke, his teeth seemed to be filled with poisonous ice. He gritted his teeth and spoke coldly with each word.
"Take Miss Qing back!"
Diamond-shaped darts shot up from all directions, dozens, perhaps even hundreds, covering half the sky. A gray shadow moved in response. The hunchbacked old man named Chaofeng appeared in a strange, ghostly manner, his hunched figure dangling from the side of the building.
Qing Guiyu's mind flashed, and with a flick of her hand, several long needles shot out. Using the Canhe Tingyu step, she tapped the bamboo against the horizontal railing, leveraging the force to flip over.
The golden blade came like a stream of lightning, and Lu Guiyan's figure flashed, rising and falling, protecting Qing Guiyu in front of him.
The diamond darts were stirred by the sword energy, just like the gusts of wind and the sudden rain, flying past in the mist and scattered.
As Chaofeng's dagger flashed out from the side, the young man in white clothes rushed up like a lone crane skimming the water, his brows cold, and the tip of his sword drew a half moon in front of her feet.
He whirled around, one hand guiding the sword's gestures, the tip of the sword pointing straight ahead. As the jade-like clinks rang softly, he met and prodded, his thin white robe twitching. Where the Wuwang Sword's radiance surged, it was like flowing springs colliding and white clouds choking back.
Qing Guiyu had just raised her bamboo flute when Young Master Jinsheng came up from behind, his black robe fluttering and his hair a little disheveled. She turned around suddenly and met his pale, desperate face and a pair of beautiful yet sinister eyes.
The black robe moved, and with a flick of Shen Jiansheng's fingers, the string light flowed, as if chasing the bright moon, and the hands entwined with golden threads were about to grab her arms.
Qing Guiyu had been prepared for this move. He flicked his hand, and the copper ring that quenched the medicine flashed. Wherever the gold wire touched, there were a few slight sounds, and it was corroded and broken into several pieces.
Chen Juansheng glanced at her, his face still indifferent, but he seemed to be completely unaware, or didn't care at all, and still covered her hand with the copper ring.
If they came into direct contact, the skin on his hands would probably be corroded to the point of being burnt black and revealing the bones.
Qing Guiyu was extremely frightened. She thought for a moment, pursed her lips, and used her thumb to rotate the copper ring where it was quenched with medicine, avoiding his fingertips.
Just like that, she was grabbed by one hand.
Shen Juansheng was stunned, raised his head and looked at her. Then he smiled at her with the corners of his mouth twitching.
In comparison, this was probably the most difficult time that the Master of Tianji Pavilion had ever smiled since their reunion.
Because that look was neither unstable nor deep.
"Shen engraved sound." Lu Guiyan shook his head slowly, retracted his long sword, and held it horizontally in front of him. His voice was clear and steady.
"What are you afraid of? How long can you keep it a secret?"
He suddenly turned the hilt of the Wuwang sword, and the tip of the sword, as cold and lonely as a spring of spiritual energy, picked up half of the golden thread.
"Why didn't you dare tell her? The Medicine King Valley Master died suddenly the day before yesterday."
Qing Guiyu's heart skipped a beat and he clenched the bamboo flute tightly.
The dull thud of the heart hitting the ribs almost drowned out the clanging of weapons.
The Wuwang Sword shone brightly, and under the waning moon, I heard him press his hand on the long sword and said coldly,
"—A cold thread pierces the neck. Pavilion Master Chen, is there anyone else in the world who knows this martial art?"
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