Chapter 474: Memory Reawakening
Chapter 474: Memory Reawakening
Meng Qianqian had been copying books under Yan Niangzi's supervision all afternoon, and it was only after nightfall that she finally had a chance to slip away when Yan Niangzi had to attend to some matters outside.
She hastily ate a few bites of dinner and then, under the cover of darkness, made her way to the courtyard with the secret chamber.
Although she had already guessed that the other lantern must contain her past life's birthdate, a strong intuition compelled her to visit the place once more.
She first released the hunting hawk to ensure no one was in the courtyard before climbing over the wall.
Unlike the previous time, as soon as she entered the courtyard, a sense of familiarity washed over her.
Returning to a place from the past indeed stimulated her lost memories.
Suddenly, she remembered something extremely important.
The original Qian Jige was not located in the imperial city of the Liang Kingdom; the current Qian Jige was rebuilt based on the original one.
The Qian Jige she had visited in her past life was located in the western part of the city.
According to Shang Wuyou, this place was identical to Ling Mountain, so they had moved twice, and Gong Sun Yiming had rebuilt two identical Qian Jiges.
"What a strange person."
Meng Qianqian pressed the mechanism and entered the cellar.
She leaped onto the beam and examined the other lantern, which indeed had her past life's birthdate.
Now that she had regained her destiny pattern, it indicated that this formation had lost its effect.
Meng Qianqian hung the lantern back in its original place and then began searching around the cellar.
Suddenly, her mind felt a sharp pain, and a sealed memory flashed before her eyes.
"Good girl, drink some brown sugar water and take a nap. Your mother will be done soon."
"Oh no! She's awake!"
"Who are you? Mother—I want my mother—"
In her memory, the young Meng Qianqian was locked in a secluded secret chamber. When she woke up, she found herself lying on a strange stone platform with two masked black-cloaked figures in front of her. They pricked her finger, letting her blood drip into a golden vessel.
The memory abruptly ended there.
Meng Qianqian broke out in a cold sweat.
They had taken her blood to change Gong Sun Liuyu's destiny? Her brother said that Xiao Rong Er had a difficult childbirth with Gong Sun Liuyu, and their mother took her to Qian Jige to save Xiao Rong Er. It took three days.
So, the conspiracy had begun that early.
No, perhaps even earlier.
Wait, what about the stone platform in her memory?
Could there be a hidden secret within this secret chamber?
Meng Qianqian took out a fire stick and carefully searched along the wall, finally finding a mechanism.
It was a candlestick holder embedded in the wall.
Meng Qianqian turned the candlestick holder, and a loud rumble followed. A stone door, seamlessly integrated into the wall, slowly opened, revealing another dimly lit secret chamber.
Meng Qianqian smelled a strong medicinal fragrance.
She entered the second secret chamber.
The interior matched her fragmented memories.
She saw the stone platform where she had once lain, and at this moment, a disheveled man sat cross-legged on it.
He was emaciated, and his robe hung loosely on his body.
His head was bowed, and his long hair covered his face.
Meng Qianqian could barely hear his breathing.
A dead person?
Meng Qianqian looked at him suspiciously and cautiously approached.
Just as she neared the stone platform, a withered hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Meng Qianqian's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly clamped down on the person's wrist.
At that moment, the hunting hawk's cry came from the roof.
Something's wrong! Meng Qianqian released the person's hand, brushed aside their long hair, and saw a bearded, weathered face.
She didn't have time to examine it further and hurriedly left the secret chamber after a quick glance.
The hunting hawk, seeing her emerge, flapped its wings and flew high into the sky, heading towards Yan Niangzi's courtyard.
In the courtyard, an intense battle was underway.
There were twelve masked Black Cloaks, each with peculiar movements and profound inner strength, clearly not from Qian Jige's Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.
Shang Wuyou was surrounded and gradually found himself at a disadvantage.
Gongsun Ziyu couldn't help but ask, "Are you all useless? So many of you against one, and you still can't get him? Mom, that move he just used, I've never seen it before. Where did he learn it from?"
"That's Qian Jige's unique palm technique, only the future Pavilion Master is qualified to practice it."
Xiao Rong Er replied calmly, "Your father is so partial, teaching all his martial arts to him without reservation."
Gongsun Ziyu didn't believe it and comforted herself, "He must have learned it secretly! My father wouldn't teach him!"
A bastard, just because they called him Young Pavilion Master, he actually thought he was the real Young Pavilion Master?
He didn't even take a moment to reflect on his own virtue.
Xiao Rong Er didn't respond.
She closely observed the fighting Shang Wuyou.
Not a single mistake, every move, every action, every expression, she observed in detail.
Despite his many injuries, he didn't fall, truly resembling his father, who would rather die than yield.
Shang Wuyou's knee was slashed by a knife.
He used the long sword he had snatched to support his nearly shattered body, refusing to kneel before these people.
Xiao Rong Er signaled one of the Black Cloaks.
Understanding her intent, the Black Cloak gestured to the other three, and they immediately formed a formation, attacking Shang Wuyou from three sides.
Taking advantage of the situation, a Black Cloak thrust his knife into Shang Wuyou's back.
In the instant the knife pierced his body, three silver needles flashed by, striking the Black Cloak's vital points.
His body instantly went numb, and the hand holding the knife handle loosened, causing him to collapse to the ground.
Everything happened too fast for the others to react. The three Black Cloaks attacking Shang Wuyou were also hit by the silver needles.
One of them was struck in the center of his forehead and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.
The other two were hit in the waist and abdomen, kneeling in pain.
Meng Qianqian leaped in, stepping over several Black Cloaks' heads, and grabbed Shang Wuyou's shoulder, pulling him out of the crowd and landing steadily at the doorstep.
"Wu You!"
He had lost a lot of blood.
Meng Qianqian quickly pressed his acupoints.
Before she could finish speaking, Shang Wuyou suddenly hugged her and turned.
Pushi—
The blade pierced his body, and the tip of the knife emerged from Shang Wuyou's chest.
Meng Qianqian's eyes turned cold. She drew a dagger from her waist with her other hand, swung her arm, and the dagger spun from her palm like a fire wheel, flying towards the opponent.
A deadly strike!
After killing one, the dagger didn't stop, and she consecutively killed two more, still with strength to spare.
Gongsun Ziyu watched in horror as a cold light flashed towards her, but it was too fast to dodge.
Xiao Rong Er hastily pulled her away.
The spinning dagger grazed Gongsun Ziyu's cheek, hit the pillar below the corridor, and flew back into Meng Qianqian's hand.
Xiao Rong Er was shocked as she looked at the bodies on the ground.
In just a moment, this girl had left four dead and three severely injured among these experts.
A chill ran up her spine.
She raised her eyes and looked at Meng Qianqian.
Meng Qianqian held Shang Wuyou with one hand and gripped the bloody dagger with the other, her eyes like those of a vengeful lone wolf.
Xiao Rong Er took a step back.
"Ah—my face—"
Gongsun Ziyu touched the blood splattered on her cheek and cried out in despair.
She pointed at Meng Qianqian furiously, "You dare to scar my face, I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
(End of Chapter)
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