This was not something Xue Qing was worried about. In the novel, she was killed by being hacked to death, not from illness, and she never doubted her physical strength.
A female disciple entered the room and bowed to Master Dingni, saying, "Master, the Pavilion Master of Dongqi Pavilion has arrived and has led you to the main hall to wait for you."
What?! Xue Qing's expression finally changed; she hadn't misheard! Wasn't Xiao Guiying supposed to go to the Lingyu Sect to see Fang Yun? Why did he end up at the Emei Sect? Or had the position of Dongqi Pavilion Master changed hands in the last few days?
Master Dingni's words shattered Xue Qing's despicable wish: "Qing'er has not yet met Pavilion Master Xiao of Dongqi Pavilion. Come with me to meet him. You are about the same age, and perhaps you will get along well."
"Is Pavilion Master Xiao... Xiao Guiying?" Xue Qing asked timidly, her forehead covered in sweat.
“Indeed, Qing’er, you’ve heard of him too? He is indeed an outstanding person.”
"I've not just heard of it, it's practically legendary," Xue Qing replied.
"No, no need. I'm not feeling well, so let's not meet." Xue Qing hurriedly declined. She hadn't checked the almanac before going out this time. She had just encountered the jinxed heroine a couple of days ago, and now she had run into her nemesis.
"Where do you feel unwell?" Abbess Dingni checked Xue Qing's pulse again, and the pulse still showed that Xue Qing was as strong as an ox.
"I'm just tired from the bumpy ride," Xue Qing explained.
Master Dingni carefully examined Xue Qing's face for a moment and said, "Since that's the case, you should rest well. I'll go see the Pavilion Master of Dongqi Pavilion."
"Yes, don't worry about me," Xue Qing said politely, though she was secretly overjoyed.
After Abbess Dingni left, Xue Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she had escaped another calamity and should definitely open a bottle of Daughter's Red wine to celebrate. Xue Qing forgot the idiom "extreme joy begets sorrow," the proverb "you may escape the first day of the month, but you can't escape the fifteenth," and most importantly, the ironclad rule that transmigrated women are bound to have terrible luck. At dinner, Abbess Dingni sent a disciple to invite Xue Qing to eat with them, but Xue Qing refused, citing a stomachache. However, her teacher had taught her that taking a false sick leave was wrong. Originally, Xiao Guiying wasn't familiar with the Lingyu Sect and had only come to the Emei Sect to discuss the issue of the wounded. Hearing that Xue Qing was so weak, he felt it was only right and proper for him to visit her. Abbess Dingni was naturally happy to introduce them, and the two of them strolled to Xue Qing's room after dinner. The scene was that Liu Ying was peeling an apple, and Xue Qing was eating an apple. Tong Xinmei was concerned about Xue Qing's health, so she specially asked the kitchen to prepare some congee and side dishes. However, Xue Qing's stomach was not big enough to be filled with just congee. As the saying goes, "Heaven's sins can be forgiven, but one's own sins cannot be forgiven," so she had Liu Ying prepare a few apples for her to eat.
When Xiao Guiying entered, Xue Qing was sprawled out in her chair, an apple bigger than her fist dangling from her mouth, fanning herself rapidly with a round fan. Hearing the door open, she naturally looked towards the entrance, her eyes meeting Xiao Guiying's. Xue Qing reacted quickly; the Emei Sect was much like a nunnery where nuns could grow their hair long—there were no men. The arrival of any man would spread like wildfire. Currently, there were only two men in the Emei Sect: Liu Ying and—the Dongqi Pavilion Master, Xiao Guiying.
Xiao Guiying was taken aback. Rumor had it that Xue Qing of the Lingyu Sect was a woman of both beauty and talent, skilled in martial arts and literate. But the woman before him, while pretty, seemed… a little rude. Just as he was feeling somewhat awkward in this eye contact, the woman calmly placed a half-eaten apple on the table with her fair hand, quietly brought her legs together, smoothed her skirt with one hand, sat upright, and said with a sweet smile, “Could this be the Pavilion Master of Dongqi Pavilion?”
Although he felt strange, Xiao Guiying still answered politely, since the other party was an elder according to seniority: "Junior Xiao Guiying, who holds the position of Dongqi Pavilion Master, greets Martial Uncle Xue Qing."
A complex expression appeared in Xue Qing's eyes. Anyone would be bewildered if someone with a blood feud stood before you and called you "Uncle." Xiao Guiying certainly had a handsome appearance. If Liu Ying's slightly effeminate appearance was that of an alluring little vixen, then Xiao Guiying was a typical male human. In other words, Xiao Guiying had the face of a perfect husband, while Liu Ying had the face of a perfect wife. Incidentally, Yan Ming had the face of a perfect mistress—flashy and gaudy. Looking at his attire, his dark blue robe was embroidered with a ferocious Qilin in gold thread, and at his waist hung a gilded longsword, slightly wider than an ordinary sword and slightly narrower than an ordinary knife. It was said to be a martial art unique to the Xiao family, possessing both the agility of a sword and the power of a knife. Every girl who grew up reading martial arts novels has a martial arts world in her heart, whether it's roaming the world with a sword to uphold justice or living in seclusion in the mountains as a hermit master. Everyone's beliefs are different, but every girl's martial arts dream has one thing in common: a chivalrous knight in a long robe with a sword to eat, drink, and sleep with. Xiao Guiying is undoubtedly such a chivalrous knight in his dreams, except that this chivalrous knight is burdened with the heavy responsibility of killing Xue Qing.
"No need for formalities." Xue Qing's words were polite, but her tone was unfriendly.
Although Xiao Guiying was young, he must have had extraordinary abilities to be able to assume the position of Pavilion Master. How could he not understand Xue Qing's cold words? He was tactful and polite, and the seniors of various sects liked him very much. This was the first time he had seen someone treat him so coldly. He went through his words and actions but still couldn't figure out where he had offended this senior uncle of the Lingyu Sect.
"Qing'er, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?" Abbess Dingni never imagined that Xiao Guiying, who was loved by everyone, could be disliked. She naturally connected this to Xue Qing's illness.
"I'm not feeling well," Xue Qing said, glaring at Xiao Guiying.
Xiao Guiying really couldn't figure out where he had gone wrong. The only conclusion he could draw was that his senior uncle from the Lingyu Sect was just naturally bad-tempered.
"Since Martial Aunt Xue Qing is unwell, I will not disturb her further. I have been invited by Sect Leader Fang Yun to stay at the Lingyu Sect for a few days. If fate allows, I will discuss martial arts with Martial Aunt again." Xiao Guiying bowed slightly to say goodbye, happy to be as far away from Xue Qing as possible.
“Alright, I’ll see Pavilion Master Xiao off. I’ve thought of something else regarding the wounded from the East and West Pavilions…” Abbess Dingni said as she walked alongside Xiao Guiying.
"Uncle-Master, you don't seem to like Pavilion Master Xiao very much," Liu Ying said after Xiao Guiying and Abbess Dingni left.
"Really? A little bit. Look how fake his smile is, how hypocritical his words are. I can't stand people who put on airs. Who knows what kind of cheating they've done behind my back?" Xue Qing said indignantly. Killing her would be the most unforgivable thing in the world.
"Master Xiao has always had a good reputation in the martial arts world. I've never heard of him doing anything unethical," Liu Ying added.
"Idiot, do you think I can tell you what he's done? Anyway, he's no good, stay away from him." Xue Qing said impatiently. Why does everyone have such a good impression of Xiao Guiying? This is not good.
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Xiao Guiying was going to visit the Lingyu Sect, so Xue Qing would naturally stay at the Emei Sect for a few more days. Life at the Emei Sect was boring; there were no computers or televisions, and Xue Qing knew none of the ancient people's favorite pastimes, such as playing the zither or chess. Extremely bored, she decided to make a contribution to society by introducing advanced 21st-century educational games into the ancient people's leisure time. Thus, the following dialogue ensued:
"Firefly, look how long and troublesome a game of Go takes. Your Uncle will teach you a simple and fun new game called Gomoku. How about it?"
"good."
"No, no, it was my carelessness. How could I possibly lose to you? Let's go again!"
"..."
"Impossible! I'm a 9-dan player in QQ Gomoku! Let's play again!"
"..."
"I'm going to get serious this time, so watch out."
"..."
"I'm not playing anymore!"
"..."
The Emei Sect's largest collection of books consists of medical texts. Xue Qing had a blind reverence for traditional Chinese medicine since childhood. "Look how powerful our aphrodisiacs are!" she thought. "One sip and you're in agony, or you'll die without sex! They're even more potent than arsenic! Foreign things like Indian herbal oil and Viagra are nothing compared to our Chinese aphrodisiacs!" Xue Qing also carried a bottle of aphrodisiac powder in her bag. Although she hadn't dared to try it herself, Nangong Luoluo's reaction after being drugged that day proved just how potent it was. "This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient Chinese people! This is the dawn of happiness for countless bachelors!"
Since she had nothing else to do, Xue Qing borrowed a few medical books from Tong Xinmei. Because they were all very basic medical texts, Tong Xinmei didn't mind. At first, Xue Qing felt a little embarrassed reading these books. The depictions of this organ and that organ were so realistic; the diagrams of the human body's meridians even looked like erotic scenes. Xue Qing felt she had been deeply corrupted and might as well just die.
After studying Tong Xinmei's medical books for several days, Xue Qing had actually managed to memorize the general outlines of meridians and acupoints. Was it because this body was originally a martial arts prodigy? It's a pity that no matter how much talent she had, there was no use for it. In the TV series, Bai Zhantang's Chrysanthemum Acupoint Technique was so powerful that it deeply shocked Xue Qing's young heart. Her little hands would strike wildly, turning thousands of troops into toys. How dashing that was! I believe that anyone who reads martial arts novels has fantasized about being able to strike the mute acupoint of a teacher who is going on and on without stopping class.
"Uncle-Master, it's time for dinner," Liu Ying said as she pushed open the door and entered the room.
Xue Qing beckoned Liu Ying closer with her finger. Liu Ying understood, walked to Xue Qing's side, and bent down, thinking that Xue Qing had something to whisper. The mute acupoint is located in the hollow inside the collarbone near the neck. Because Liu Ying was bent over, her collar was hanging down, revealing her beautiful collarbone. Xue Qing lewdly reached out and pressed on Liu Ying's mute acupoint.
"Uncle-Master?" Liu Ying was puzzled by Xue Qing's behavior.
As expected, it didn't work. Xue Qing lowered her eyes in dejection. The so-called acupoint striking refers to using internal force to seal acupoints and stop the bodily functions controlled by those acupoints. Since this body has no internal force, it naturally cannot strike other people's acupoints.
A sad look appeared in Liu Ying's eyes: "Uncle-Master, are you thinking about internal energy again? Don't worry, we can start practicing again."
How do you train internal energy? It seems like you have to do things like horse stance and meditation, which is quite strenuous. Xue Qing shook her head and decided against it: "Let me think about it some more. I'm not in the mood right now."
The Emei Sect wasn't really their own sect, and although they were on good terms with the Lingyu Sect, staying there for too long would be inconvenient. Xue Qing feigned concern and sent a message to Fang Yun via carrier pigeon, inquiring whether Xiao Guiying was still in Lingyu. Fang Yun replied regretfully that Pavilion Master Xiao was tied up with official duties and had already returned to the Dongqi Pavilion. Xue Qing laughed loudly, hands on her hips, and instructed Liuying to pack her bags and leave.