The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

As soon as Jin Shengwen finished speaking, several figures leaped down from the cliff above He Qing's head.

Some were male, some were female, and they all looked quite young, about the same age as Jin Shengwen and Han Pingping. They were dressed in cyan robes, with lotus flowers embroidered on their chests. However, their lotus flowers had black edges, unlike the gold edges on Jin Shengwen's clothes.

These Qinglian Sword Sect disciples leaped and spun among the steep cliffs as if walking on flat ground.

After landing, they quickly formed a formation in groups of three, guarding each other like flower petals, blocking the already narrow mountain path tightly.

He Qing did not underestimate these people just because they were young.

On the contrary, his expression was more solemn than ever. Sixty years ago, the Qinglian Sword Sect was the leader of the righteous path in terms of strength, and many talented disciples emerged. Now, sixty years have passed. If the people on the island can truly maintain their youth forever, then these disciples must have cultivated their martial arts to a terrifying level!

Thinking of this, He Qing felt a chill in his heart.

However, in the blink of an eye, the road behind him was completely blocked.

The slowly rotating petals seemed to contain endless killing intent.

But He Qing was, after all, a generation of demon heads. Seeing that he had already broken face, he simply abandoned his concerns and picked up the jade flute to put it to his lips.

Jin Shengwen sneered, "Since Brother Li wants to play the flute, why not go to my master's birthday banquet to play it? Could it be that you look down on my Qinglian Sword Sect?"

Han Pingping on the other side once again played the role of the peacemaker, "We're already at the door, Brother Li, please come in with us. It's not just Master, everyone hasn't heard a tune in a long time. It's supposed to be a happy day, why do we have to fight and kill?"

He Qing ignored these two birds and directly chose the most lethal 'Reversed Actions' from the Six Heartbreak Melodies. The first note had already been blown.

But the next moment, an unexpected change occurred, and another figure leaped down from the cliff.

Unlike the Qinglian Sword Sect members, this person was wearing a black mask and dressed in black, like a ghost walking in the night.

"Who is this rat, daring to break into my Qinglian Sword Sect at night!" Jin Shengwen's face was ashen, and he shouted angrily.

Immediately, he drew his sword and attacked, taking advantage of the fact that the person was still in mid-air and had nowhere to borrow strength, stabbing with his sword!

He Qing was secretly shocked when he saw this sword, because he realized that the thing he was most worried about had still happened.

This Qinglian Sword Sect's fifteenth-generation disciple named Jin Shengwen had a terrifying level of skill that was completely unlike what he should have at his age. He was probably already in the first-class realm.

Jin Shengwen sneered repeatedly, neither avoiding nor dodging, and just raised his sword to meet it.

As a result, the saber and sword collided, making a metallic sound. The tattered horizontal saber in the black-clothed man's hand was unscathed, while the precious sword in Jin Shengwen's hand broke in response.

Taking advantage of Jin Shengwen's stunned moment, the black-clothed man reached out and grabbed He Qing, then jumped down the cliff again.

In that instant, many thoughts flashed through He Qing's mind.

He didn't know who this suddenly appearing black-clothed man was, whether he was good or evil? But at least he could see that he was not with these Qinglian Sword Sect disciples.

And with his current situation, if he didn't want to go up the mountain, he could only follow this black-clothed man!

So, knowing that there were rocky beaches below, He Qing still jumped down with the black-clothed man.

However, this section of the road was so steep that there was not even a foothold to be found!

Seeing that the speed of the fall was getting faster and faster, He Qing's face could not help but become more and more ugly.

He didn't expect that his life of fierce reputation would not be bitten to death by the hunting dogs of the Imperial City Division, nor would he be besieged and killed by those hypocritical experts of the righteous path, but he would actually die on a small vase.

If this matter were to spread, it would probably make those who chased and killed him laugh their heads off.

But then He Qing noticed that the black-clothed man had already put the broken saber back into its sheath, holding him with one hand, while the middle finger of the other hand was still, and the remaining four fingers were flipping up and down.

At the same time, he chanted.

"When the heavens and the earth first opened, the clear and the turbid were divided into seven parts, either sinking or floating, the clouds and rosy clouds adorn me, straight to the blue clouds!"

After reciting the last word, his middle finger also happened to retract.

The next moment, something magical happened. He Qing, who thought he was bound to die, found that his falling speed had slowed down. There seemed to be a clear breeze flowing around him, lifting the two of them up.

The two avoided a black reef under their feet. Although they eventually fell into the sea, the speed had slowed down a lot, just like jumping from a few feet high platform.

It might be a bit difficult for ordinary people, but for a martial arts expert like He Qing, nothing happened.

Then he saw the black-clothed man make a gesture to him underwater, telling him to follow.

The two swam in one breath to a half-empty cave, and only after confirming that the Qinglian Sword Sect disciples could no longer see them did they float to the surface to breathe.

Then He Qing heard the black-clothed man impatiently say, "You saw Wu Zi Qi Shiwu, what does it look like?"

"What is Wu Zi Qi Shiwu?" He Qing frowned.

"It's the thing that brought you here."

"That… vase?"

"Vase? What color and shape of vase… tell me more details, and where did you find that vase?" The black-clothed man spoke like a string of beads, but after asking, he said again, "Forget it, we'll talk about this later, I still have important things to do.

"Alas, but your arrival tonight has already alarmed them, I don't know if that person is willing to help me."

He Qing could feel the black-clothed man's entanglement. After a moment, the black-clothed man took out an oilcloth bag from his body, and then took out a key from the oilcloth bag. The position of the key handle was carved with a monster with a bull's head and a lion's body.

It looked very evil.

The black-clothed man handed the key to He Qing, "This is Ji Zi Yi Shiliu, take it, wait for me for an hour, if I don't come back after an hour, you insert this key into the water, remember, grab it tightly, and don't let it all sink into the water, otherwise it will run away."

"Run away?" Clearly, every word could be understood, but He Qing still didn't understand what the black-clothed man was saying.

But the black-clothed man didn't have the patience to explain any further, he only said.

"If I don't come back, you go to Lingzhou, find Jiang Zuo's quick sword Feng Chaohan, he is a famous hero in Lingzhou, give this key to him, remember… don't stay here for more than four hours at a time, otherwise you will be like those Qinglian Sword Sect people, even if you want to leave, you won't be able to.

"And don't go to the main hall on the top of the mountain, otherwise you will understand why the people here can stay young forever and live forever."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and dived into the water again.

Leaving He Qing alone with an uncertain expression.

After the black-clothed man left, in less than a cup of tea's time, He Qing inserted the key in his hand into the water.