Diligence System: From Servant to Martial King-Chapter 342 - 273: Liuli’s Despair, the Third Trait! Muddy Raiment Foreordained, Nine Classes of Muddy Raiment_3

Chapter 342: Chapter 273: Liuli’s Despair, the Third Trait! Muddy Raiment Foreordained, Nine Classes of Muddy Raiment_3

Li Xian had told everything he knew. He could no longer assist in how the two women would escape. He observed the wind and the moon; tonight a west wind was blowing, perhaps a good chance to escape. He secretly informed Nangong Liuli to make a swift decision.

Nangong Liuli nodded silently, with firm eyes, looking at Bian Qiaoqiao. She silently counted the time, for in the prison cell there was only dim candlelight. As time passed, it was hard to judge, so she just kept track of the changing moments in her heart.

Around the hour of Hai, the sky was dim. She knew that at this time, Ye Cheng must be dining with the envoy and had no time to attend to her.

She twisted her waist, swayed her body, and bumped into Bian Qiaoqiao. Startled awake from her slumber, Bian Qiaoqiao looked around in confusion.

Nangong Liuli’s mouth was gagged, making it hard to speak. She thought, "Even if I explained the mechanics of this place to Sister Bian, she might not understand. It’s better to directly tell her how to escape."

Her beautiful eyes widened, appearing very serious. Seeing her eyes sparkling like fire, Bian Qiaoqiao immediately became alert and looked over bewilderedly. With their eyes meeting, their glances exchanged, Bian Qiaoqiao, though simple-minded, felt a tacit understanding amidst their shared hardship with Nangong Liuli. She immediately realized that Nangong Liuli had devised an escape plan.

The two of them hung separately, about a yard apart. Nangong Liuli swayed her body towards Bian Qiaoqiao. They swung like two pendulums, swaying left and right, with skirts and hair flowing.

Nangong Liuli made muffled cries. Bian Qiaoqiao seemed to understand and swung her body towards Nangong Liuli. The two women collided with a "bang."

Nangong Liuli took the opportunity to grab Bian Qiaoqiao’s ponytail. Bian Qiaoqiao pinched the hem of Nangong Liuli’s skirt. In this manner, they stopped swaying.

Since being hung in the prison cell, the two women had tried various methods. The attempt to untie each other’s ropes had been tried over a hundred times, but they never succeeded even a bit.

Bian Qiaoqiao thought to herself in confusion, "Sister Liuli hasn’t given up yet. Well... I’ll accompany her then." Though without much hope, she still cooperated.

Nangong Liuli groped around, feeling for the knots on Bian Qiaoqiao. Guided by Li Xian, she knew the locations of several crucial knots. Her slender fingers quickly found them, thinking, "Just undo these two places, and Sister Bian’s hands and feet will be freed, released from suspension. Though still restrained, she’ll be able to move."

"Then through the narrow passage of the mechanism, escape the flower boat. Leap into the lake. The ropes have been smeared with fish scent, and the lake fish will gnaw at them, certainly loosening the other ropes. Sister Bian can take advantage of the chaos to escape."

She considered the plan for a while.

Nangong Liuli, anxious, reached out to untie the knots. She was desperate for speed. The knots were in an awkward position, unreachable for her, but she could reach Bian Qiaoqiao’s.

She used her fingers with hidden force to undo the knots. Bian Qiaoqiao’s hands and feet were finally separated, her muscles, bones, and blood vessels seemed to flow smoothly. In extreme relief, she dropped from a height, landing on her feet.

Bian Qiaoqiao, with muffled sounds, said: "Sister Liuli, I’ll help you untie!" She leaped lightly, using her lightweight skill, stepping onto the table. Her hands still behind her back, she reached out to explore and untie.

But without Li Xian’s guidance, finding the knots took a great deal of effort. This skill of finding the "knot" was elegantly called "seeking flowers" in the Flower Cage Sect. By the time she found it, she might fall into the enemy’s hands again. Nangong Liuli trembled all over, her Inner Qi bouncing, pushing Bian Qiaoqiao away.

Bian Qiaoqiao was very surprised, falling to the ground. Her feet landed, lightweight skill already beyond ordinary. She spun lightly in mid-air before landing steadily, looking at Nangong Liuli puzzled.

Both women had a hemp walnut in their mouths. Nangong Liuli, with muffled sounds, said: "You go first." Bian Qiaoqiao furrowed her eyebrows, naturally unwilling. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Their speech impeded, communication was extremely difficult. Nangong Liuli had anticipated such a situation early on, storing strength in her palm, striking towards the empty space. Because her arms couldn’t stretch, the move was quite distorted.

However, Bian Qiaoqiao recognized the move as "Dao Ancestor Soft Palm." It was a basic Martial Arts of Daoxuan Mountain. The Nangong Family had close ties with Daoxuan Mountain over generations. Although Nangong Liuli was not a disciple of Daoxuan Mountain, she had studied there before.

This move was called "Until We Meet Again." The Soft Palm... entailed gentle entanglement. Daoxuan Mountain was renowned as a traditional Martial Arts orthodox; its basic Martial Arts had been passed down through ages, and any shortcomings had long been remedied, through painstaking effort and deep research... reaching the pinnacle was something to be hoped for.

Nangong Liuli’s palm strike possessed the skill of "reaching the pinnacle." The move "Until We Meet Again" was intended for decisive striking. Bian Qiaoqiao understood the essence of the Martial Arts, thinking "Until We Meet Again" implied that "today, we must part."

Like close friends saying "until we meet again," it’s inevitable they will separate. In martial arts, it’s a hidden killer move, a transitional technique.

Bian Qiaoqiao, knowing Nangong Liuli’s character well, nodded her head. Nangong Liuli then performed two more moves "The River Flows East" and "Hundred Twists of Softness." Each respectively belonged to "Dao Ancestor Soft Palm" and "Nangong Long Fist" techniques.

"The River Flows East" was a technique lamented the torrential rivers in Dao Ancestor’s later years. The river systems of the Great Wu Dynasty were complex. Eastward, westward... all existed. This palm force heading east signified escaping eastward.

"Hundred Twists of Softness" was a traditional Martial Arts of the Nangong family. It was exceptionally profound. Nangong Liuli and Bian Qiaoqiao, being good friends, often discussed Martial Arts, gathering the essentials of both family styles.

Bian Qiaoqiao, playful and lazy, but with exceptional Martial Arts talent, immediately grasped the deeper meaning, guessing in this place with numerous secret paths, escaping eastward might hold vitality.

Bian Qiaoqiao was still entangled by ropes. Hands and feet bound together. She dashed to the prison door, lightly shouldered against it, only to find it firmly locked and secured with iron chains.

Her eyes flashed, within her long leather boots lay a fine knife. Ever since she was captured and tied, aside from her sword being removed, her clothes and accessories were intact. No one had anticipated the fine tool hidden within her boots.

She bit the knife handle in her mouth, cut the chains, pushed the prison door open, and used her lightweight skill to flee. With each leap, she moved several yards away.

Nangong Liuli watched her disappear into the darkness. After she vanished, a cold wind blew, leaving her hanging alone in this dark place, an indescribable sense of isolation and dread.