Chapter 16: Yulan and Lin Feihua form a formation. Who says you can’t kill someone just by breaking your tendons?
Chapter 16: Jie Feihua Transforms into Yu Qilan
Qing Guiyu stood up and looked at the two former fellow disciples who were walking towards him.
There used to be many magnolia trees around here, and the magnolias were mainly white, hence the name Baidukou. In recent years, the ferry has become a little dry, and the magnolias have grown more, occasionally with some red, and in this late spring, the fragrance is overwhelming.
She cut down some magnolia trees and dumped the trunks on the ground in a chaotic pattern. She then arranged them in several rows, imitating the formation Shen Engraving had used in the medicine house.
The fallen petals covered the ground with an uneven layer of red and white, which looked like bits of flowing clouds invading snow from a distance.
The midday sun shines down, and the fragrance fills the ground.
The girl in green stood alone in the middle of the chaotic formation and bowed to the two people who came over.
"Senior Brother Li," she said to the middle-aged man in the long robe, and then to the woman in the light yellow short coat, "Senior Sister Mo."
The middle-aged man wielded an iron ruler. His name was Li Guicheng, and he was the eldest disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall of Yaowang Valley.
He looked at her with a stern expression, a hint of sarcasm.
"Qing Guiyu, back then in the valley, we wanted to cut off both your fingers and expel you from the sect," he pointed the iron ruler at her.
"Later, out of consideration for your orphan status, I changed the process to severing your tendons and veins, in exchange for all ten fingers remaining intact."
He turned back to the woman in yellow and laughed contemptuously.
"Look at her hands now, aren't they fine?"
The female disciple in yellow, Mo Guisheng, also belonged to the Law Enforcement Hall. She had always been at odds with Li Guicheng in the valley. She mocked him,
"That day, Junior Sister Qing's pulses were both severed. Didn't Senior Brother Li personally examine it?"
Although she said so, when she turned to Qing Guiyu, her eyes were full of suspicion.
Li Guicheng was immediately furious when she stabbed him.
"I wasn't the only one who checked back then. The two elders from the law enforcement and pharmacy also saw it with their own eyes. Both wrists had dead veins."
He pointed the ruler at her and said sternly,
"There are rumors swirling around right now. There's a love-intoxicated witch and a murderous golden needle. What's going on with Qing Guiyu?"
Qing Guiyu lowered his head and thought for a while, then pointed his two fingers at his right shoulder and used his internal strength. The right sleeve of his clothes was cut open as if by a sharp blade, revealing his entire arm.
There was a long scar on her elbow, about an inch wide, winding up to the back of her shoulder.
The scar was obviously from the past, and it was extremely deep and severe. Now, the scar still looked hideous, as if a centipede was lying there.
"On the day of execution, my hand meridians were not completely severed. They were only severed from the top a day in advance."
She nodded and continued,
"The meridians run from top to bottom. When you examined it, the wrist was naturally the dead pulse," she said, covering her sleeves as if she were talking about someone else's past.
"The meridians in the shoulders and arms are thicker, so I think it will be easier to connect there."
Li and Mo both took a deep breath. Mo Guisheng was even more astonished. "So, you actually severed the meridians from the top, hid it from the master, and then reconnected the tendons and veins yourself?"
"I used some tricks," Qing Guiyu said with a smile, holding the green bamboo flute horizontally, "I still need these hands to save people, they can't be wasted."
"Okay, okay. That's really cruel." Li Guicheng raised the iron ruler and looked around the magnolia forest. "You deceived the teacher. I don't think you are willing to return to the valley to accept the punishment."
He turned to Lu Guiyan, who was standing next to him holding the Wuwang Sword, and said sarcastically,
"Junior Brother Lu, your old friendship with her is not going to hinder the Law Enforcement Hall's actions now, right?"
"Could it be that you have also been infected by the love poison?"
The young man in white took a look at Qing Guiyu, put the Wuwang sword back on his waist, and put his hand on the hilt.
"Neither side will help the other," Lu Guiyan said calmly. The long sword struck with a clear sound.
He paced slowly outside the Magnolia Formation with his hand on his sword, his eyes fixed on him.
Qing Guiyu warily bowed toward the two men, performing a half-salute. Then, channeling his inner energy, he held the emerald bamboo flute horizontally before him, performing the opening move of "Snow Filling the Gate," maintaining the momentum of a jade gate embracing snow, while simultaneously clasping three golden needles between his fingers.
The fallen magnolia petals around her now looked like snowflakes as they fell on her body and arms.
Seeing that she was clearly determined to fight, Li Guicheng raised the iron bar in his hand and sneered at her, "A discarded disciple of the valley, a witch who casts poison, is worthy of using Medicine King Valley martial arts?"
Qing Guiyu sighed, thinking that after years of fellow disciples, Senior Brother Li would clearly know whether she could use Gu. Whether the case that Shen Juansheng had framed her was true or not was one thing, but the dirty water thrown into someone's heart could never be removed.
She gritted her teeth, thinking that this time she had to make full use of Shen Yansheng's formation, so that she could just make up her mind. Then, vibrating the bamboo flute in her hand, Ting Yu Bu followed the young man's instructions seven years ago, from the Sheng Gate to the Jing Gate.
Li Guicheng came through the air, holding an iron ruler. She took advantage of the situation and turned over, taking steps like a withered lotus following the wind. The iron ruler swept across, stirring up the wind, and the red and white fallen petals on the ground rolled like waves.
Suddenly, the golden needle in Mo Guisheng's palm brushed against her cheek.
Qing Gui's bamboo flute spun like a spinning green wheel, sweeping up half a fallen flower. Although he managed to dissipate the palm power, Li Guicheng's iron bar blocked his retreat.
She struck and then left, the golden needle in her sleeve hitting the Yanglingxue point on the side of Mo Guisheng's knee at a tricky angle. That was an old injury left by Mo Guisheng when he forced himself to break through the barrier with Qi in order to practice the Juemai Hand many years ago.
Then he used the bamboo flute to touch the root of the magnolia in the Zhen position, taking advantage of the momentum and exerting force, listening to the rain and walking like stepping on ripples, holding three golden needles in his hand, and pricked her Qihai and Guanyuan acupoints.
Mo Guisheng took a few steps back and her back hit the gate of the magnolia tree. The branches overlapped like a net, and flowers flew down, trapping her in place.
Qing Guiyu stepped on the branches of the magnolia tree and leaped into the air. Following the instructions of the young man in his memory, he deflected the iron ruler that was swept across by Li Guicheng.
The ruler hit the tree, causing the magnolia petals to fall like rain, and the fragrance filled the air.
While the flying flowers were blurring her vision, she put the bamboo flute to her mouth. As the flower shadows flashed, her hands clapped like a pipa, and twelve golden needles struck the two men's hands and feet at their acupoints.
Li Guicheng blocked most of the needles, but two needles still pierced the old wound near Quyuanxue on his left arm.
Qing Guiyu rolled his eyes, took down the bamboo flute, and said with a smile, "Brother Li, the poison arrow injury you received while suppressing bandits hasn't fully healed yet?"
Many years ago, when the Law Enforcement Hall was ordered to suppress bandits, it was Qing Guiyu who removed the poisonous arrow for him here.
"Qing Guiyu! You have such a vicious mind!" Li Guicheng was shocked and angry, and threw the iron bar at her face.
She didn't dodge, but turned and kicked the orchid tree. The tree collapsed with a loud noise, and its branches knocked the iron ruler off its path.
The whole tree of white magnolias collapsed with a loud bang, and a rain of flowers fell down.
Amidst the falling petals, Qing Guiyu took the opportunity to advance into Kun position, using the bamboo flute as a sword to strike directly at Mo Guisheng's Tanzhong acupoint - Mo Guisheng had been hit by the cold palm from the frontier in the past, and whenever it rained, he would have difficulty walking due to stagnation of energy.
She came with such force that she stirred up a gust of wind, sweeping up the remaining petals on the ground, and said with a smile,
"What happened to Senior Sister Mo's Dantian hidden danger back then?"
Her martial arts skills are far inferior to those of either Li Guicheng or Mo Guisheng.
But she has been making a name for herself in traditional Chinese medicine in the valley since she was a teenager, and is considered a leader.
Many of the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall who were ordered to go out were injured, and she was the one who treated them all.
She had long been familiar with the meridians and acupuncture methods of the disciples in the valley. She was very familiar with every limb injury and every blockage in the meridians, including Li Guicheng and Mo Guisheng.
Like counting fingers, like observing the lines on the palm.
Now, she was fighting one against two, and she spotted their weaknesses and attacked them where they had to save themselves. Then, with the help of the young man's ingenious formation, she was able to fight back and forth for a while.
She didn't want to win at this moment, so she wouldn't lose right away.
The three of them fought frequently, their clothes fluttering, and the magnolia flowers in the formation became more and more numerous. Mo Guisheng glanced sideways and saw Lu Guiyan in white clothes, holding a sword, slowly pacing outside the magnolia formation.
He swept through the battle like this, his hand on the scabbard of his sword, and moved forward naturally, his white clothes fluttering like the shimmering light of bright snow on a cliff.
The tip of the Wuwang Sword pointed obliquely to the ground, and the internal force surged, and the fallen flowers that flew out from the edge of the formation were drawn back into the formation.
It was noon, and the sunlight, carrying the faint fragrance of magnolias all over the ground, pressed down like a tide, the fragrance giving people a headache.
After all, Qing Guiyu's internal strength was mediocre and his tendons were damaged. At this moment, he took advantage of the cleverness of the Tianji Jie formation, used the tip of the flute to hit the hidden acupoints of his old injuries, and secretly stepped on the direction of his meridians. Even so, he finally became a little exhausted.
The hem of her dress was stained with a few spots of blood. Unable to gather her breath, the sound of her bamboo flute was a little disorganized. Suddenly, a strand of her hair was cut off by Mo Guisheng's palm. She gritted her teeth, counting in her mind.
"Twenty-seven."
Finally, she bit her lip until it bled. Tingyubu was a little slow, and her left shoulder was hit by Chifeng. She stumbled and crashed into the magnolia tree at the center of the formation.
Qing Guiyu's back slammed hard against the magnolia tree trunk, sending the blossoms scattering from the tree. Li Guicheng's iron ruler pressed against her neck, the tip of the ruler breaking her skin and oozing tiny beads of blood.
She tilted her head back, letting her hair fall.
"Thirty." Qing Guiyu put down the bamboo flute and glanced at the opposite side. The two people also stopped.
She raised her sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
At this moment, the sweet fragrance of the magnolia flowers all around suddenly became strange.
"Cartilage fragrance!" Li Guicheng shouted angrily. His right arm holding the ruler began to numb. Mo Guisheng wiped his face with his hand in panic.
“Where did it come from!”
Qing Guiyu turned his neck from under the ruler, rubbed it twice, and lifted up the emerald bamboo flute.
The deep holes of the bamboo flute revealed she had hidden some medicinal powder inside. As the three engaged in close combat, the medicinal mist from the flute dispersed with the movement. The midday sun was blazing, and coupled with her qigong exercises, it was ideal for evaporation.
Of all the flowers and trees in the world, the magnolia is the most fragrant. With the fragrance of the magnolia filling the air, she managed to conceal the smell of the cartilage medicine mist.
"Okay." Seeing the two people falling one after another, she held the end of the bamboo flute in her hand, took two steps forward vigilantly, shook her clothes, and brushed off the fallen flowers on her body.
This time, the situation finally did not go according to the path planned by Master Jin Sheng.
"Now we can talk about the love poison."
Hearing her mention the love Gu, the two people lying on the ground looked at each other. Mo Guisheng sighed, and Li Guicheng, relying on the power of the cartilage fragrance, barely propped up his upper body.
"A discarded disciple of Medicine King Valley. A poisonous witch. She planted a love poison in the head of the Tianji Pavilion. Everyone in the martial arts world knows about this now, so what else is there to say?"
Qing Guiyu shook his head, squatted down, and then asked him,
"Does everyone in Medicine King Valley believe it?"
Li Guicheng turned his head and looked at Lu Guiyan standing next to him.
"Isn't Junior Brother Lu already here? How come you didn't know?" Li Guicheng glanced at the young man in white and sneered, "Yes, he must be agreeing with you..."
Mo Guisheng said, "Junior Sister Qing, whether people believe it or not, what does it matter now? If you really can plant Gu, it's not surprising." She then sighed,
"Just like the secret technique of the golden needle, no one else in the valley can use it except you."
Li Guicheng was watching coldly from the side. When he heard Mo Guisheng say "no one else can do it", he suddenly spoke.
"At this point, why should I still call you Junior Sister Qing?"
He turned his head and looked coldly at Qing Guiyu.
"It's just Ah Qing from the valley."
There was a clanging sound. Qing Guiyu heard Lu Guiyan take a step forward behind him, so he held the bamboo flute forward to stop him.
The name Aqing is indeed a name I haven't heard of for more than ten years.
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