Chapter 289 Saint Aunt’s Zither

Chapter 289 Saint Aunt’s Zither

Chapter 289 Saint Aunt’s Zither
The pleasure boat came through the waves, and looking up, I saw a piano table on the deck.

The woman in the white dress wears a straw hat that hides her face, but her figure is youthful and graceful. Especially when she plays the piano by the river, her graceful demeanor is captivating. The waves are rolling, the wind is gusting, eagles are screaming in the sky, and the sound of the piano flowing from her fingertips is still steady and not chaotic, gently and firmly penetrating all the noise of the world.

"Again!"

The three scholars' boat had just been drenched with water when another spray of cold water was poured over their heads, but this time no one was angry.

The scholar surnamed Gao took off his robe, wrung out the water stains on his bare arms, and laughed, "You are well-versed but not vulgar, and you are noble but not dull. You pursue the natural and carefree life, but you also have perseverance in your heart. Brother Zhang, I think I can beat you."

"Brother Gao is right. I am not as good as him!"

The scholar named Zhang's clothes were even wetter, but he was still neatly dressed and looked calm.

The scholar named Xu looked at the pleasure boat, stroked his beard and sighed, "There are so many wonderful women in the world, but it's a pity that most of them end up in prostitution."

The scholar surnamed Gao said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Xu is too biased. Those who ride on the painted boats are not necessarily prostitutes, right? They are all evil customs brought from the Qinhuai River. They are evil and disrupt the righteousness, and they are not good. If I were an official, I would definitely ban them all..."

The scholar named Zhang suddenly said, "She seems to be here for that man."

The scholar surnamed Gao said with a smile: "Could it be that the hero saves the beauty... or the beauty saves the hero?"

The pleasure boat had already passed the three small boats and stopped in front of the Qingque Tower ship, which was armed like a hedgehog.

"It turned out to be her!"

"Your Highness asked her not to go, but she showed up at this time. What is her purpose?"

Zhu Liben looked solemnly at the woman on the deck.

"No matter what her purpose is, let's just catch the big fish at hand first."

Liu Hang didn't know the woman. He just wanted to catch Zhang Yu, even if he was dead or alive. He couldn't achieve any merit, but at least he could get rid of his hatred. The appearance of this pleasure boat made him feel that something unexpected was going to happen.

Zhu Liben shook his head: "Let's hear what she says."

Without the order from the registrar, Liu Hang could not command the guards and could only glare fiercely at the man in the black boat.

"Miss Ren, isn't she in charge of the teaching affairs at Heimu Cliff? Why is she here in Jiangxi? It seems I owe her a favor."

Zhang Yu, leaning on his coiled dragon cane, observed the appearance of the woman playing the piano and guessed it was Ren Yingying. He felt relieved when he saw that things were taking a turn for the better. If they continued to fight, he would have a hard time standing and would inevitably become a prisoner of the Ning Mansion.

"Is this Miss Ren from the Sun Moon Sect? What brings you here?"

Zhu Liben stood at the bow of the ship and bowed respectfully to the pleasure boat parked beside the Qingque ship.

After all, what Prince Ning wants to fight for is the position of crown prince in the imperial court, and this Miss Ren can almost be regarded as the nominal crown prince in the underworld.

The song had not yet been finished and no one responded.

Zhu Liben remained calm and stood quietly with his hands hanging down.

"That's enough of the poses. If you don't take action, I can't hold on any longer."

Zhang Yu sighed inwardly. He was hit by Mu Gaofeng and was injured both internally and externally. His qi and blood were disordered. He was able to stand only by relying on his last bit of will. The Ning Mansion guards were as fierce as wolves and tigers. If he stood, he could still give them some face. If he fell, he would probably drop a few flying ropes immediately and pull him onto the Qingque boat.

On the pleasure boat, Ren Yingying loosened her fingers and the song ended.

The sword maid in black walked to the bow and said loudly, "My master said that she is here to summon the followers of the Divine Religion to meet with her. It is not your business, so please make way."

"I have long heard of your master's reputation in the martial arts world, but in Jiangxi, the Ning Wang Mansion is the host here, and this Mr. Zhang is the guest that my prince wants to invite. Although he is a member of your sect, we should at least follow the principle of first come first served."

Zhu Liben's tone was a little bit angry. If the other party was negotiable, Prince Ning originally wanted to win over the Holy Lady of the Divine Religion, and he could earn a favor for His Highness. However, she only sent a maid to reply, and her words were so rude. If he gave in at this time, he would not only fail to do anyone a favor, but also lose face for Prince Ning's Mansion.

He thought to himself, "This Miss Ren has made a name for herself in the martial arts world. I heard that she has countless ruffians and desperate people working for her. How could she be so rude and arrogant in her conduct?"

"My master said, are you out of your mind? When the Sun Moon Cult summons its own subordinates, what is the principle of first come first served?"

The sword-wielding maid in black ran to the bow again and delivered the message in a loud voice.

Zhang Yu nodded: "That's very impressive!"

Zhu Liben's face was gloomy, and he gently shook his green official robe.

"Then I won't allow it!"

He raised his hand, and half of the guards turned around and stood facing the pleasure boat, just about to raise their bows and crossbows to shoot.

Zhu Liben was still worried about ruining His Royal Highness Prince Ning's original plan to win over Ren Yingying and Xiang Wentian, but he also wanted to do his best to save face for the Ning Mansion. After all, there were so many boats on the lake watching.

The black-clad sword maid replied, "My master said that there is nothing to discuss."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Zhu Liben was wondering where the other party got such confidence when he suddenly heard a dull sound coming from the bottom of the ship. Then two boatswains climbed out of the cabin and hurried over to report.

He asked hurriedly: "What happened?"

"Sir, the bottom cabin is flooded!"

"There are water ghosts hiding at the bottom of the lake, and there are quite a few of them. The brothers can't repair it in time..."

"In less than half an hour, the boat will sink."

Zhu Liben's face was gloomy. The Qingque warship sank in the East Lake, and the two sides were bound to go to war. His Highness failed to win over the enemy, and had to face this powerful enemy. Judging from the emperor's attitude, he would definitely not send troops to support him. The fate of Prince Ning's Mansion was nothing more than losing the warship and the soldiers. The ship shook violently again, and Zhu Liben supported Liu Hang beside him.

"Your and my families are friends, not enemies. Tell your master that the matter of inviting Mr. Zhang to the banquet can be discussed later. I will not delay Miss Ren from summoning her subordinates."

Zhu Liben waved his hand, and all the soldiers on the deck retreated back into the cabin.

After a while, the "dong dong dong" sound of the boat ramming disappeared.

Dark shadows were swaying in the water. Zhang Yu was closest to the water surface below the Qingque boat and could see clearly that there were about a dozen "water ghosts" who were very good at swimming. They were biting reed tubes and sneaking at the bottom of the lake.

On the pleasure boat, Ren Yingying slowly stood up and walked to the bow, her white skirt fluttering in the wind.

"suddenly!"

She stepped on the side of the boat and jumped off the pleasure boat.

In the distance, everyone only saw a figure in white clothes, walking on the waves, jumping across the water surface of five or six feet, and arriving in the black boat.

"Deputy Hall Master Zhang, how are you?"

Ren Yingying saw blood at the corner of the young man's mouth through her hat. She finally saw how miserable he looked, and she couldn't help feeling happy.

During the Songlin Battle that day, Yang Lianting sent underworld assassins to ambush her on her way back to Pingding Prefecture. It was Zhang Yu who led people to rescue her. However, the members of the Blood Crane North Garden were riding on their horses, looking so arrogant that they did not take the Saint Lady of the Divine Sect seriously at all, which really made her unhappy for a long time.

"Thank you for your help, Saint Aunt. I am injured and cannot pay my respects to you."

As Zhang Yu spoke, blood could not stop flowing out of his throat. He reached out to wipe the corners of his mouth, but it was nowhere to be found. He had no choice but to stop talking and looked at Ren Yingying with a chuckle.

"Stop talking!"

Ren Yingying took two steps forward, put her hand on Zhang Yu's pulse, and her face changed slightly.

"How could he be injured so badly?"

She looked at Zhang Yu curiously. An ordinary person who was so seriously injured, even if he didn't die, would definitely not be as relaxed as him. At least he could still stand, and his breath was dispersed but not disordered. I don't know what kind of advanced internal skills he practiced. No wonder this man was highly regarded by Dongfang Bubai.

"Your injury cannot be delayed. I have medicine for internal injuries on board!"

Zhang Yu made a vague sound in his throat.

"Thank you!"

Ren Yingying saw that Zhang Yu's face was as pale as paper, and knew that he could not use his internal energy, so she had to put one hand on the man's waist, practiced her internal energy, and tapped the deck with her left foot. The two of them jumped up on the black boat, walked on the lake, and after four or five leaps, they were close to the pleasure boat.

Sons and daughters of the world don't stick to trivial matters.

However, compared to Miss Ren's generosity, Zhang Yu seemed to be restrained and held his breath. Whether it was because he respected the other party's status or the sense of loyalty to help her, even if he was holding a stunningly beautiful woman in his arms, he would not allow himself to have any evil thoughts.

"Hold it steady."

As Ren Yingying spoke, she stepped on the lake with her legs, causing ripples to appear. She used the ripples to carry one person and jumped onto the pleasure boat.

"What an amazing Qinggong!"

Zhang Yu secretly admired her in his heart. He felt that every once in a while, Ren Yingying's martial arts would improve by leaps and bounds.

"I wonder what kind of Dantian she has opened up? Her martial arts talent is so high."

Despite being careful, the action just now inevitably affected the injury.

When Zhang Yu stepped onto the deck, he felt his feet go weak. He sat down and pressed eight major acupoints on his body to temporarily lock the internal energy in his body to prevent external injuries from leading to internal injuries and further worsening his physical condition.

No one knew what kind of internal energy Mu Gaofeng had practiced, but it was extremely vicious and fierce. The internal energy attached to the 'Green Dragon Holding the Moon' move was still tearing at his meridians, causing him extreme pain.

Zhang Yu sat cross-legged, circulated his breath, endured the severe pain, and forced himself to circulate for several cycles. The Beiming Qi began to flow slowly, repairing and combing the hidden diseases in the meridians.

After a while, he spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood and felt his breathing improve slightly.

"Master, the things are here."

The sword-wielding maid in black came out from the inner room of the pleasure boat, glanced at the man, and handed the porcelain bottle to the saint lady standing next to the lyre.

Ren Yingying was originally wearing a white dress, but when she took Zhang Yu aboard, her eyes were stained with blood, which made her look particularly glaring. When she saw Zhang Yu open his eyes and temporarily relax, she walked forward with the porcelain bottle.

"This Eight-flavor Sky Red Pill was made by Doctor Ping Yizhi using saffron collected from the snowy mountains and eight kinds of precious medicinal materials. It is very effective in treating internal injuries and is not inferior to the White Cloud Bear Bile Pill of the Hengshan School."

Ren Yingying's words were not meant to tell Zhang Yu how precious the elixir was and ask him to repay her kindness, but rather, although they were both in the same Divine Religion, they had different positions and there was not much basis for trust between them before. She made things clear so that he could dispel his doubts.

"Six Flavors...Heavenly Red Pill."

"It's the Eight-flavor Heavenly Red Pill!"

Ren Yingying just felt that Zhang Yu was injured too seriously, to the point where he couldn't understand what was being said.

Zhang Yu took the thumb-sized, cinnabar-red pill, put it on his tongue and swallowed it. He then felt a spicy sensation rushing to his forehead, and his whole body was instantly covered in sweat.

"This pill won't...have any side effects, right?"

Ren Yingying shook her head slightly and thought to herself, this man is really very defensive. Even at this point, he still doesn't trust her.

(End of this chapter)