Consultor de vida de la dinastía Song del Sur

Capítulo 6

"Have you figured out where his martial arts came from?"

"Today he secretly aided Zhao Qian by moving sand and stones, defusing three attacks in the blink of an eye, and his martial arts prowess has begun to show."

"What is his background?" the older voice continued to press.

"Judging from his footwork in dodging Zhao Yunfei's 'Pear Blossom Spear', his lower body is stable, and he follows the style of the Wang family of Bashu."

"The Overlord Spear of Bashu?"

"Exactly."

"I've only heard of this marksmanship; it's been lost for a hundred years!"

“Senior brother, this person’s appearance is already quite bizarre, and it seems possible for him to do anything now.”

Silence filled the room for a long time. After a while, a voice rang out again: "I've seen him make a move; he used the 'substitution technique' of the Yuwen family of Lingnan."

"It is certain that Chu Yi has learned from the strengths of many schools and has profound inner strength."

"That's true."

"When Chu Yi took the Pear Blossom Spear, he used the move 'Ten Thousand Spring Thunders' with just the right amount of force and timing. It's hard to believe that he wasn't a successor of the Overlord Spear."

"Zhao Yunfei, the Silver Saddle Pear Blossom, is ranked among the top five in spear skills in the martial arts world, yet he was disarmed?"

"And it's just one move."

A figure paced slowly in the candlelight, and after a long while looked up: "His martial arts skills are indeed deeply hidden."

"Today's battle was chaotic. Everyone naturally hid in the grass to avoid the attacks of arrows and stray arrows. Only Chu Yi refused to defend the road. It seemed foolish and underestimating the enemy, but it was not so."

"oh?"

"Previously, he led the sick young master Nie Wuyou into the bushes, but since they had just encountered the enemy, he couldn't figure out their purpose. When the sick young master gave the order to protect the box, he refused to hide back in the bushes. At this point, we can see a few things."

"Go on."

"First, the enemy's objective is the Dragon Pattern Sword on A Yu's back, in order to capture Qing Yu Whip."

"Secondly, the first group didn't realize how important the box was to us, and only sent out a pear blossom spear to fight back. The Sickly Young Master ordered Chu Yi to escort the box away first, which not only exposed the importance of the item to the first group, but also clearly told the Tang Clan, who came later, where the item they were looking for was. Sure enough, after the box was escorted away, they set fires without restraint."

"Third, after leaping onto the carriage on the first day, he still looked up at the convoy flag amidst his busy schedule, which must have allowed him to determine the wind direction that evening. He was wary of a fire attack, so he held his ground rather than dodged casually. He was a very meticulous person."

"Fourth, judging from his breaking of the spear tip and club to sweep away the enemy, he seems to be reluctant to kill and should be kind-hearted. However, his earlier mention of the sick young master and his use of people to probe the enemy's motives is not the behavior of a loyal and virtuous person."

The person pacing inside the room smiled slightly: "What a strange child, no wonder he's so beloved by me."

"Senior brother insists he has seen this person before?"

“I’m sure I’ve met him before. I had a brief encounter with him in the northern desert region. I can’t forget his eyes.”

“I dressed him up to look like a dull and wooden person with a face and expression that were very similar to his, and he didn’t care.”

Is there something wrong with it?

"If it were a woman, she would value her appearance very much, but Chu Yi was unmoved by it."

"you mean……"

“That’s right, senior brother, Chu Yi is a girl.”

Inside the room, Zhuge Dongge turned around to face the smiling white-robed young man, Gu Du Kaixuan, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

"When has the successor of the Medicine King ever made a mistake?"

“No wonder she never asks me questions; she’s afraid I’ll discover her secrets by taking her pulse.” Zhuge Dongge sighed. “Why drag a woman into this mess of exorcism?”

"If I hadn't been close enough to her to disguise her that day, this secret would have been hard to discover. It can only be said that Chu Yi was too cautious..."

Zhuge Dongge lowered his eyelids and solemnly instructed, "In the end, it was I who caused her to suffer. In the future, we will do everything we can to help her escape danger."

Why is Senior Brother so concerned about First Year?

“In my forty years of divination, I have never been wrong about celestial phenomena, but the divination on the first day of the lunar month showed that her arrival was sudden and unexpected, and definitely not ordinary.”

"Ruan Si".

A low, slow voice echoed in the darkness.

The boy in black suddenly opened his eyes and saw a blurry figure sitting by the window, looking at the pitch-black night sky outside.

Xiao Si was shocked. He had no idea when Chu Yi woke up or sat up. If Chu Yi wanted to take his life, wouldn't it be as easy as turning his hand?

"Who are you?" Xiao Si asked calmly, standing up and slowly approaching the window.

"First day of the lunar new year."

"First year of junior high is just a name."

"A person of little importance."

Xiao Si's right hand slowly moved onto his left arm.

"Save your energy! There's no need to fight each other when we're from the same root." Chu Yi's indifferent gaze swept over Ruan Si's hand; he knew where Ruan Si's knife was.

How can you be so sure who I am?

"The Ruan family of Xiangxi, practicing swordsmanship for five generations, their blades as slender as cicada wings, their luster like crystal, their accumulated skill unleashed in a single strike, invincible in all directions." It's just a coincidence that I've witnessed my ancestor Ruan west's swordsmanship, so I know who you are. Chu Yi silently added these two sentences in his mind.

Ruan Si sat down and shut his mouth.

The two stood silently in the darkness, the thick wind whistling through the windowpanes. In this quiet night, apart from the cold, dry wind blowing from the night sky, the only thing left in the world seemed to be suffocating darkness.

"Ruan Si, why did you come here?" After a long while, Chu Yi asked a question hesitantly.

Ruan Si neither admitted it nor made a sound.

Suddenly, Chu Yi stood tall, his body gracefully spinning twice in the air. As he touched the ground, his right hand drew out a sharp, dazzling beam of light from top to bottom.

After seeing this move, Ruan Si's cold, stone-like face finally changed slightly. He couldn't help but stand up and stare at Chu Yi.

Chu Yi stood quietly in front of this hard and indifferent boy, looking straight at him, into his cold, piercing eyes.

Who exactly are you?

With eyes that were cold and unfathomable, and a face that was indifferent and wooden, this was the face that Ruan Si was facing.

How do you know the final move in 'Flowing Blade'?

Looking into those increasingly cold eyes, the once strong and aloof boy, as hard as granite, now had eyes that glowed with a blood-red light. The boy who stood firm amidst a vast army, wielding his sword with unwavering resolve, was gone; all that remained was the fear and helplessness of being seen through.

Chu Yi calmly said, "This is the third and final move of the secret technique 'Flowing Blade.' Everyone thought that Quick Blade Ruan Si would only use one move to kill, but how could they see the magnificent strike after the Flowing Blade?"

Ruan Si's hands clattered: "Who exactly are you?" He suppressed his voice, but couldn't stop his body from trembling.

"How could a mortal like me possibly imitate the ethereal, fragmented shadows of 'Flowing Blade'?" Chu Yi's tone remained calm.

Ruan Si immediately calmed down. He suddenly remembered that Chu Yi had only shown flashy moves but lacked any real swordsmanship skills. His dark eyes gleamed with a cold light as his gaze lingered on Chu Yi.

"You don't need to worry about me. To you, it may seem that I have discovered your secrets; I can only say that I was fortunate enough to witness my ancestor's swordsmanship."

Chu Yi saw that Ruan Si had reverted to his previous guarded and indifferent demeanor. He smiled slightly, but through that stiff face, it was difficult for such a smile to convey his true feelings.

"We are like grasshoppers on the same line now. If we keep speculating about each other, we may miss a good opportunity."

"Tell me about it?" Ruan Si, dressed in black, stared directly at the young man in blue opposite him, his tone full of suspicion.

"Have you ever seen a kind of 'black mud'?" Chu Yi suddenly asked.

Ruan Si immediately shut his mouth.

"As the name suggests, this black mud is shaped like ink and tastes like burnt mud. More importantly, it is a tribute from the Western Regions and an indispensable item for exquisite disguise techniques."

Ruan Si seemed to understand something, and his gaze lingered on Chu Yi's face.

"The night the Lonely Town Lord disguised us, I scraped off a bit with my fingernail and smelled it carefully after returning to my room. It was made from Wuhuan."

"The meaning of 'first year of junior high' is..."

Chu Yi sighed softly and said in a deep voice, "I don't know why you came here, but one thing is certain: the face disguised by Wuwan cannot be restored."

A hint of emotion flickered across Ruan Si's resolute face. He hesitated before asking, "Why would the Divine Calculator use this kind of drug?"

"It's simple. Since we will all die eventually, there's no need to revert to our original forms."

Ruan Si stood straight, his gaze calm as he spoke, as if it were something insignificant. He pressed further, "What do you mean?"

"This medicine is so precious that once disguised, it adheres to the face and cannot be removed until death. The fortune teller probably wants us to succeed in one fell swoop without leaving any way out, so he has no concern about restoring our faces later. In his eyes, we are already dead."

The room returned to darkness and desolation.

Ruan Si's face was hidden beneath the masterful disguise of Lonely Triumph, making it difficult to discern his true thoughts. Chu Yi's eyes gleamed brightly in the darkness.

"How much of today's event did you discern at first glance?"

Chu Yi walked to the wooden chair by the window, sat down silently, and leaned against the chair, saying in a low voice, "The one responsible for watching me during the day is the sick young master Nie Wuyou. Obviously, he is not one of Master Zhao's people."

How do you know?

"I picked him up and placed him in the grass. I touched his pulse, and it was slightly cold. He was weak and had been coughing constantly. He was none other than the legendary Nie Wuyou who never left his house."

"What exactly happened here, Master Zhao?"

"Qingyu Bian, Yang Wan, and the dazed boy are all under the Lonely Town Lord's command, presumably because of the matter of entrusting him with the Dragon Pattern Sword; Master Zhao, you, me, Ma Liancheng, and the Changfeng Escort Agency are all together, while the Sickly Young Master Nie Wuyou is definitely not one of us..."

"Ma Liancheng is here too?" Ruan Si was genuinely surprised.

"'Purple robes and a spirited horse, autumn colors stretching to the horizon'—that is indeed Ma Liancheng, the King of Horses beyond the Great Wall. If it weren't for his skill on horseback today, it would be hard to believe that the renowned King of Horses is also working tirelessly for the young master of Bixie."

Ruan Si was astonished. Nie Wuyou, who had broken the taboo, had already moved him slightly. In addition, the mysterious Chu Yi, who was of unknown origin, made it difficult for him to remain calm.

How did you figure these things out in the first year of junior high school?

"I stumbled into the Bixie Qingyi Camp by chance. Besides the Bixie members, I found complete information on all the martial arts figures I had collected, some with detailed illustrations. This shows how deep Bixie's intelligence gathering efforts are. Therefore, it wasn't too difficult to identify the people mentioned above, and Ruan Si was no exception." Chu Yi paused here and smiled slightly.

"Isn't Nie Wuyou a person who wards off evil spirits?"

"no."

"Why?"

"Because he keeps coughing."

Chu Yi saw Ruan Si staring directly into his eyes, then turned his gaze to the window and answered his question: "Take Nie Wuyou, the sickly young master who is the leader of the Seven Stars, for example. He is no ordinary person. How could he not suppress his cough and warn others?"

After saying that, his face remained blank and expressionless.