Chapter 947: Chapter 128: The Warmth and Coldness of Human Sentint (2/2)
Shi Huaidie leaned against the wall, her delicate face sowhat pale, accompanied by the breathing techniques coming not with the soothing brought by inner strength circulating through the ridians, but with stinging pain, relentless stinging pain.
It was as if thousands of tiny blades mixed with inner strength’s qi chanism were circulating within the ridians, and even with the aid of the Famous Sword Fish Intestine’s power, it was difficult to fully suppress, instead leading to even more intense resistance.
Shi Huaidie’s throat tasted sweet, unable to hold back a cough of fresh blood, but also used this backlash to force the circulation of qi and blood. Among the fresh blood, sharp qi chanisms mixed in, hitting the ground, piercing dense holes, buried deep, unseen to the bottom.
After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Shi Huaidie’s complexion significantly improved.
Suddenly, in the house, there was a crashing sound, as if sothing was smashed onto the ground, followed by several miscellaneous noises, slightly easing, with a young man’s voice, sowhat tense, speaking:
“What happened? Fish Intestine?!”
In all the land, there were not many who would refer to her as Fish Intestine, and now here, there’s only one person.
Shi Huaidie closed her eyes briefly, her face repeatedly showing coldness, her voice gentle, saying: “It’s nothing, just your subordinate adjusting internal injuries.”
The young man in the room seed to let out a sigh of relief, his voice appearing much calr, saying:
“I, I just felt the qi chanism of ‘Thorn’…”
Shi Huaidie said: “Your subordinate just used the Fish Intestine Sword to force out the ‘Thorn’ qi chanism from my body, hence disturbing you, my lord.”
“I hope you won’t mind, my lord.”
In the room, there was a brief silence, the young man exhaled deeply, muttering:
“So that’s it, all right then, all right.”
“I thought…”
Shi Huaidie raised her hand, her thumb lightly wiping her lip’s corner, a cruel bloody sll, her eyelids slightly closed, covering a pair of large enchanting eyes.
Thought what?
Naturally believed that those two from Sword Forging Valley had chased after again…
Shi Huaidie closed her eyes again, each ti rembering this, her heart felt icy cold—despite experiencing so much, even understanding the coldness of human hearts, she still hadn’t expected the other side to go this far.
Those two direct disciples of the Commander of Troops seed initially to be provoked by her sche of sowing discord, each took their path of enmity, separated along the way, each taking away so Sword Forging Valley disciples.
In an attempt to vie for the disciples, they almost staged another sword fight, and she, rely a Sword Servant, was naturally looked down upon by them, not willing to share any credit, allowing her to act as she pleased.
Yet she never imagined, those two initially pretended to fall into the trap, ostensibly parting ways, but secretly following her, with the divine weapon’s qi chanism concealing, she found it hard to notice.
Finally, when she discovered ‘Qiong Qi’, the two direct disciples of the Commander of Troops appeared, struck fiercely; it was at that mont she was hit.
Originally should have been inevitable death, but only because during this ti at Shaolin Temple, she was much trained, though her martial arts were still of the original style, her way of confronting enemies was now worlds apart. Unexpectedly, relying on the Fish Intestine Sword, she seized an unguarded mont and escaped.
Even she herself didn’t expect she could achieve this step, let alone those Sword Forging Valley disciples who underestimated her, naturally couldn’t have imagined, resulting in her just fleeing with Qiong Qi in distress for two days.
No ti to poison him, she only now managed to force out the divine weapon’s qi chanism from her own body.
Shi Huaidie exhaled a murky breath, washed away the blood stains on her hands, then carried warm water into the room; she previously managed to temporarily shake off the pursuers using a simple Jianghu backward lance technique, due to the divine weapon’s qi chanism continually activating inside her, thinking to first find a secluded place, settle down, remove the alien qi chanism from her body, then plan further.
Besides, there’s another reason which is Qiong Qi’s condition.
This was just a simple courtyard, no adornnts inside the house, the windows shut tight making it sowhat gloomy, lying on the bed was a pale young man, handso in appearance, yet between his brows there was an overflow of irritable air, even Shi Huaidie’s entrance shocked him, far from her previous composed calmness.
Even Shi Huaidie felt he was now extrely pitiful.
The woman who acted against him back then was the charming young girl who admired him face fully in admiration, whereas the young man was acquainted with Qiong Qi, upon eting, always lowering his stance extrely, addressing him as elder brother, foolish younger brother.
And yet, how much they respected him daily, was just as ruthless in action; they did not aim to kill him, but those targeted acupoints, once struck, not knowing life or death, leaving only an empty shell, more torturous than killing.
Obviously attempting to bring a mute and incapable Qiong Qi back to Sword Forging Valley. This tactic, even Shi Huaidie who had been an assassin, felt sowhat shocked, let alone the ordinarily behind-the-scenes Qiong Qi.
Betrayed by those once most trusted, presumably an extrely unpleasant experience?
Shi Huaidie glanced at the Qiong Qi, wounded and bedridden, lost in spirit, a sense of revengeful joy arose within her, nad Sword Master, but in truth was a Sword Servant, more than once a discarded pawn.
A pawn seeing the master in such a state, there’s certainly no way to accurately describe the delight in heart.
But not just yet…
Shi Huaidie put the copper basin filled with warm water on the chair by the window, helping Qiong Qi wash his face, whose attitude towards her was now much improved, trust evident in his words.
But she was rely thinking whether to seize this opportunity to give him the dicine gifted by the Gentleman, yet always unable to decide on the last step, until Qiong Qi wiped his face with a towel, then decided to cook so porridge, adding the dicine into it.
After taking the towel, she even tenderly helped Qiong Qi recline, gently comforted him to rest well, Shi Huaidie then turned to the side room.
It was a common house in the village, the owner took several taels of silver from her, then was ushered off to relatives, so everything was ready.
Shi Huaidie sowhat clumsily washed rice for porridge.
Whilst waiting for the water to boil, she looked at her palm, slightly lost in thought—this ti surviving was entirely due to the Gentleman’s teachings, without whom, she probably would’ve died many tis over.
She always wanted to escape the Gentleman’s influence within.
If wishing to leave the Gentleman, could she live well?
Sword Forging Valley, Sword Forging Valley…just the domain of twelve Commanders of Troops, without a divine weapon, no matter what, rely ants, easily crushed with no reason whatsoever.
Shi Huaidie’s eyes showed powerlessness, yet she put her hand down, took a deep breath, no matter what, being an ant still has the possibility of surviving, but getting caught between two colossal forces truly leads to a grave without burial.
Just as she was settled, the Fish Intestine Sword at her waist suddenly vibrated and shrieked, sending out a series of piercing cries, Shi Huaidie’s expression changed.
The house issued a startled cry.
“They’re here!”
“They have arrived!”
PS: Presenting today’s second chapter… ….two thousand two hundred words, no idea when the chapter comnts will be restored
Because of being engrossed in the parade, today’s second chapter is slightly shorter, cough cough, please bear with it everyone…
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