Chapter 62: It seems like cursing words are everywhere
This kind of pre-planned jealousy is really too far-sighted.
You're thinking a little too far ahead.
Qing Guiyu put away the bamboo flute and turned away.
At this moment, words like "unparalleled in cunning and change", "meticulous and thorough", and "a hundred plans for every step" all sound like insults.
Shen Juansheng seemed to be completely unprepared. When she suddenly turned around, the dark figure followed her silently, and the golden thread hanging from his sleeves swayed silently with his steps.
Qing Guiyu really didn't know what else to say to him. Fortunately, the leader of the Fuxi group in Tianji Pavilion was a bad person, but he had a thick face.
Even though he was handsome, skillful, and eloquent, and was a respectable person, he had probably never been so decisively described as "not good enough" in front of a girl in his entire life.
"Yes, yes." The young man in the scarlet robe did not take it as an offense at all. Instead, he followed suit and threw the broken sword back into the pile of miscellaneous items in the blacksmith shop, making a dull sound.
"The Pavilion Master is right. Fuxi has been known to roam the brothels of prostitutes, always sleeping with prostitutes. Naturally, he is not as good as the Pavilion Master, who is as pure as the wind and bright moon. That... is as chaste as jade."
He secretly replaced "keep oneself clean" with this sour and sarcastic remark, and Qing Guiyu felt jealous for him.
Shen Juansheng nodded, then naturally fell silent. Fuxi clapped his hands, and resumed his lazy demeanor. He glanced around, with a hint of mischief, as if to retaliate, and said sarcastically,
"Even if Fuxi is a worthless person, he shouldn't have been bruised by a girl, and still flaunts himself around like this."
He pointedly passed his hand across his cheek, exactly where the gold thread had scratched a faint red blood mark on Chen Juansheng's face.
Young Master Jin Sheng glanced at Qing Guiyu and actually lowered his eyelashes. A faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks, and his voice softened. "Miss Qing was just...playing with me."
Qing Guiyu had long forgotten about this matter, but now, when he brought it up so ambiguously, she wanted to slap him again to cover up the red mark. His ability to distort right and wrong infuriated her so much that her temples were throbbing. "Are you kidding me?" Those poison-infused crossbow arrows just now, how could they even remotely resemble a joke?
"Let's go." She really couldn't get entangled with these two people anymore, and she tugged at Shen Juansheng's sleeve almost unhappily.
But this time, it was as if she was anxious to rescue her trouble-making husband from the ridicule of others.
My head just hurts worse.
But what else could they do? In this dusty market town in the north, in front of a butcher shop where someone had just died, the renowned leader of the Nine Dragons of Tianji Pavilion was having such an incredible conversation with his equally famous Pavilion Master.
"Yeah." Shen Juansheng responded immediately, and his peach blossom eyes, which were always covered with mist, suddenly lit up, like the moon shining through the clouds, and his brilliance flowed. He obediently turned sideways, his eyes gently falling on her.
"Miss Qing is right. I will do as you say."
This well-behaved and obedient look is completely different from the unreasonable attitude just now, and the transition between the two is so smooth that it is amazing.
Fuxi made a nonchalant gesture of invitation, his crimson sleeves fluttering as if he wanted to lead the way, and he took two steps ahead to keep some distance.
Only then did Chen Juansheng loosen his grip on her and lightly took her wrist.
Qing Guiyu felt a chill on her wrist as he led her. She wanted to break free, but she was worried about the spies from the Tianji Pavilion lurking around her. She had no choice but to endure it for a while and let him lead her into the tavern called "Yanlailou".
"Yanlailou" is the only decent restaurant in this small town, with two floors of flying eaves and faded red lanterns hanging on them.
As soon as I stepped inside, I was cut off from the noisy and rough atmosphere outside. The private room on the second floor was eerily quiet. A sweet and warm scent, a mixture of expensive incense and young women's cosmetics, washed over me, a delicate scent that seemed completely alien to this northern landscape.
Sitting at a round rosewood table by the window was a young girl in a splendid dress, her jewelry jingling. She was about fourteen, with delicate twin buns, her hair adorned with pearls, kingfisher feathers, and tiny gold filigree hairpins. Two coral pendants swung gently from her earlobes as she fiddled with an abacus. Her silver-blue brocade dress was intricately embroidered with peony blossoms, and even her collar and cuffs were painted in gold and silver, adorned with snow-white feathers.
When he saw them come in, he didn't even raise his head.
The leader of the "Ba Xia" group in Tianji Pavilion is Li Chengjin.
Since Li Chengjin remained silent, Master Jinsheng led Qing Guiyu to a seat in the private room. He then pulled a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, took a clean white handkerchief, and carefully wiped the tips of the chopsticks before placing them in front of her. He then picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of steaming hot tea.
This series of actions was so smooth, familiar and natural that it gave people a double headache.
Qing Guiyu's eyelids were twitching, while Fuxi opposite her was laughing so hard that her body was shaking, and her crimson robe sleeves were shaking, which made people marvel at her.
"Sister," after a while, Li Chengjin finally took his eyes off the abacus. He gently moved his fingertips on the last row of beads, returning them to their proper places. Then he turned to Qing Guiyu and said, "Chengjin, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." She rolled her eyes. "But it's all right. It won't take long to see the excitement at the foot of the snow-capped mountains."
Fuxi nodded. "How lively is it? Could it be that all the famous sects in the world have come?"
"That's not quite the case," Li Chengjin pulled out a small leather-bound notebook from his pocket, flipped open a page, and read along the tiny handwriting. "But it's pretty close. The Cao Gang has sent the Lintang leader himself, and several elders from Xinglinwu have also arrived, and several sword sects have sent many skilled fighters."
She paused, then looked up at Chen Juansheng, her eyes sparkling. "They're all here for the 'Snow Mountain Secret Treasure.' These days, the foot of the snow mountain is a hodgepodge of people, from all walks of life. A few days ago, a fight broke out over a room in the upper room, and seven or eight people died on the spot."
"...and some troublesome idlers," the elegantly dressed girl added thoughtfully, "The Mountain Taoist of the Dian Cang Sect, the Iron Fan Diviner of Kongtong, these lone experts, they're not to be trifled with."
Qing Guiyu felt a little uneasy when he heard these names in the martial arts world. This wasn't an inducement at all; it was clearly a huge pit being dug to bury the entire martial arts world.
I couldn't help but look up at the instigator, "Chen Juansheng, what exactly is your purpose in plotting this?"
"Miss Qing," Chen Juansheng sighed softly and raised his hand to refill her tea, his movements graceful and calm. "Those who covet Medicine King Valley can just go somewhere else to fight. The snow mountain is so big, it will be enough for them to toss around for a long time."
He spoke lightly, as if it was just a trivial matter.
"The Cao Gang blew up their ship, the Medicine King Valley master was murdered, and I'm colluding with the Northern Frontier," he calmly recounted these shocking events that shook the martial arts world. "There has to be something new for people to explore to overshadow the old."
The words "I am connected with the northern border again" were said very smoothly, as if he was talking about an unrelated person.
"Speaking of this," the girl in gorgeous clothes waved her hand, and the pearls and jade on her body rustled. She suddenly put away her smile and glared at Fuxi fiercely.
"Fuxi, where have you been again? What's the name of the expense called 'appearance repair' in Fuxi Tower? Could your face be inlaid with gold?"
"Little Chengjin," Fuxi frowned and said in a long tone, "Save some face for my brother. Look at this, the Pavilion Master's face is much more valuable than my gold."
"That's different," Li Chengjin leaned back, the cushion on the chair sinking a little. She glanced at him sideways, her voice still sweet and sticky. "Now all kinds of people have gathered here. There's a lot of business to be done in this place. This is a sure-win business."
The girl snorted, "It's just that the place where the black ice is mined is suffering. The silver they spend every month is almost as much as the cost of supporting half of the people in Baxialou. Now that people from all walks of life are flocking to the snowy mountains, maintaining the secrecy and stability there will cost twice as much."
"Sister," Li Chengjin's gaze suddenly turned to Qing Guiyu, his dark eyes filled with a look of anticipation, "your senior brother might... also be on the mountain."
Qing Guiyu's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling calmly on Li Chengjin's face.
"Li Chengjin."
The sound was as light as a sigh, but it cooled the sweet and warm atmosphere in the private room a little.
"Chengjin is here." Li Chengjin was not afraid of him, but raised his eyebrows. "Chengjin is just telling the truth. Although Lu Guiyan's whereabouts are difficult to find, the spies of Baxialou are not vegetarians. Someone saw a white-clothed swordsman near the snow-capped mountains. That person has excellent swordsmanship and is fast. Not many people have seen him alive. They only say that his sword light is cold, his body movements are elegant, and his white clothes are whiter than snow. He doesn't seem like an ordinary person, and his demeanor..."
She paused deliberately, glancing at Shen Juansheng's emotionless face before slowly uttering her conclusion: "Ah. Not bad."
"Hmm." Young Master Jin Sheng simply responded softly. His face was calm, neither fierce nor stern. He had returned to his pale and distant look, with no trace of the surly and changeable temperament he had displayed a few days ago.
"The name 'Snow Mountain Divine Sword' is fantastic," the young girl's eyes began to sparkle beneath the layers of jewels shimmering with gold and emerald green. "Rumors about the Snow Mountain Sect from the early years have suddenly increased a lot."
The girl stopped talking at this point, pushed open the scroll, and waved the ebony fan in her hand, bringing a gust of fragrant wind. Qing Guiyu thought of the "Snow Mountain Divine Tear" that had been sold earlier, and felt that there was something fishy about it, and he became anxious.
"Is he really my senior brother?"
"Who knows?" Li Chengjin smiled cunningly.
"Bai Yi Wuwang's whereabouts are mysterious. His appearance has muddied the waters on the other side of the snowy mountain. Now all forces are watching him. Some want to win him over, some want to take advantage of the opportunity to get rid of him, and some..."
She paused, her eyes moving critically between Qing Guiyu and Shen Juansheng, and finally spoke word by word:
"...I want to see him and our Pavilion Master fight again."
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