The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

Chapter 168 Ximen Chuuxue and Sword Competition, Honest Monk and Ambush (4k)

A few hours later, in Nanshu's room, the emperor looked coldly at the eunuch Wang An who was shouting for injustice, and gave the order to hang and search his house.

After Wang An was dragged down by the guards, he was silent for a long time, then suddenly drew out the long sword at his waist, and sighed:

"Even Wang An, a loyal old man who has been with me for more than ten years, will betray. Will there be problems with the undercover agent I arranged in the Azure Dragon Club a few years ago?"

"Probably not. Could it be that the strength of the imperial court is not as good as that of the Qinglong Society hidden in the dark?" The emperor's tone turned firm, and he carefully checked a streak on the long sword, as if examining the subtleties of his own plan. place.

His gaze suddenly turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "After Wu Ming is killed, it will be the best chance for them to recruit and subdue the Qinglong Society, and become a secret organization for the imperial court to monitor the Jianghu martial arts."

Almost no one would have imagined that the emperor, who seemed to know nothing about the Azure Dragon Society on the surface, had already planted an undercover agent in it.

And judging from the fact that undercover agents have the opportunity to seize the power of the Blue Dragon Club, these people are obviously in the upper echelons of the club.

……

At the same time, in the backyard of the time-honored pastry shop "Hefangzhai".

Ximen Chuuxue's body exuded a faint scent of incense, and he was also carefully examining his black sheath sword.

No matter who he is dueling with, he will definitely fast for three days first, and then burn incense and bathe under the service of famous women of various identities.

But now, Ximen Chuixue took a bath, changed clothes, tied her hair, trimmed her nails, and such things were left to her newly married wife, Sun Xiuqing, one of the Four Talents of Emei.

Putting on a new set of snow-white clothes, he wore his simple and elegant black sheath sword on his waist, stepped out of the gate of the old pastry shop "Hefangzhai", and walked calmly towards Xicheng Street.

Ximen Chuuxue is about to fight a duel with a mysterious and unknown weirdo, but he is also recognized by him as one of the top seven swordsmen in the world.

……

Zhao Qing stopped the honest monk outside Ouyang Qing's brothel.

The honest monk was lingering in the alley beside the brothel, rubbing his old and greasy rag cassock, with his head down, a little distracted, as if hesitating whether to enter or not.

Few people imagined that the honest monk ranked third among the four great monks in the rivers and lakes, but his mind was almost full of women, and he completely lost the face of Buddhism.

Of course, it has nothing to do with Zhao Qing whether the honest monk breaks the precepts or not. She came here specially for Wu Ming and Qinglonghui.

According to the information she got from Du Tongxuan, the honest monk is not only a member of the invisible man organization, but also one of the five dragon heads of the Qinglong Society.

Sharman did not come with him, but stayed in the palace.After all, she betrayed the invisible man, and if she showed her face again, she would be in danger, so she might as well stay in a safe place.

As for the Xicheng King who wanted to watch and study, he was not afraid of danger, so he changed into civilian clothes and followed him.

The honest monk lowered his head and walked slowly. Suddenly, a sword-like light flashed in front of his eyes.

The sword light flashed away, and before he had time to react, the honest monk felt a sudden numbness in the top of his head, and then he began to feel a burning pain.

He hastily touched the top of his head with his hand, and brought it back to his eyes. Seeing the horizontal and vertical blood stains on his palm, his heart suddenly became as cold as severe winter.

The opponent carved a shallow cross on the top of his shiny head with just one move. He was undoubtedly an unimaginable peerless master.

"I heard that honest monks never lie? So what are you thinking in your heart now?" Zhao Qing put his sword back into its sheath, looked at the frightened honest monk, and asked casually.

The honest monk smiled wryly, and tremblingly said: "The monk regrets in his heart, regrets why he is so timid and dare not really go to bed with a woman."

The honest monk truthfully told the dishonest truth.

"Hmph." Zhao Qing also regretted asking this question, so he asked coldly: "Monk honestly, something happened to you. If you don't want your head to be divided into four parts, just do it right away."

"Follow me to the depths of the alley, and tell me everything you know about Wu Ming, the Invisible Man, and the Azure Dragon Society." She walked ahead and added.

The honest monk smiled bitterly, covered the sword marks on his head, and followed her step by step.

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At the end of Xicheng Street is the most prestigious Xilaishun Mutton Restaurant. The gate facing the street is hung with a thick and heavy curtain. When the curtain is lifted, there is a gust of heat.

Inside the door is a hall with a dozen or so round tabletops densely packed with a big brazier that is burning hotly, which is for eating barbecue.

Regardless of whether you know each other or not, everyone stands around the round table, puts their right leg on the long bench, eats three cups of burning knives, chats all over the world, everyone becomes good friends with everyone, even if they go out, they don’t know each other. No one knows anyone.

Walking in from the outhouse, you pass a small courtyard, which is divided into elegant seats, and of course there are strong fires in the rooms, and that is the place where you can really eat boiled mutton.

From time to time, there was extensive laughter in the yard, and the guys came in and out, and they were also very attentive, and the environment was very lively.

But suddenly, everyone inside stopped, and a needle could be heard.

Just because everyone has seen it, a white figure slowly walked in.

His snow-white clothes were spotless, and a strangely shaped black-sheathed long sword was hung on his waist, revealing a kind of loneliness as cold as ice and snow on the distant mountains.

"Ximen Chuuxue!" Several well-informed customers recognized the identity of the man in white, and they couldn't help but lower their voices and exclaimed.

Ximen Chuuxue scanned the yard with cold eyes, and finally stopped on a person.

It was an old man with gray and black scalp and white eyebrows, with thin clothes, an antique wooden flagon hanging on his left shoulder, and a long and narrow wooden box standing on his right.

Now the customers have all recognized the identity of Ximen Chuuxue, and they have vaguely guessed that the old man's wooden box must be a precious ancient sword.

The old man himself should also be a top swordsman, that's why Ximen Chuuxue came to him to fight him.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him calmly, put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and said solemnly: "I'm already here. When will your sword be unsheathed?"

Ximen Chuuxue's sword hadn't been unsheathed yet, but the sword energy had already been unsheathed.

There is a terrifying sword aura in his eyes, because his sword is his person, and his person and his sword have merged into one.

His gaze pierced the white-browed old man's eyes like a sword's edge, and it was breathtaking, as if the whole courtyard had been plunged into a severe winter.

But the old man calmly faced the sharp stare, without changing his face, slowly took off his wine pot from his left shoulder, poured two glasses of wine, and said indifferently: "If you want to compare swords with me, drink a glass of wine first. .”

After a moment of silence, Ximen Chuuxue nodded: "Okay."

At this moment, a burly man with thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, and eagle nose walked in.

On his serious face, there was an expression close to cruelty, which made one unable to help showing a bit of respect and fear.

The local customers immediately recognized him as Li Yanbei, the "Benevolence Man Jinghua" who defeated the "Old Du in the South of the City" today and was about to dominate the underground world of the capital.

There was a flash of figures again, and four old men with blue faces appeared behind him, each equipped with a simple long sword, and his whole body was vigorous, obviously he was a master in the world.

Someone recognized them. They were the "Four Swords of Tianmen" who had lived in seclusion in Zhangjiajie for many years. The four of them were all first-class swordsmen in the world, and they came to the capital specially for the "Tianxia Jianhui".

Hearing that a duel between top swordsmen is about to take place here, or out of curiosity, or wanting to learn one move or two moves from the two swordsmanship, all in all, there must be many swordsmen like "Four Swords of the Heavenly Gate" Many people from the rivers and lakes rushed here to watch.

……

The wine in Ximen Chuuxue's glass was light blue, and the snow-white clothes on his body were light and soft.

He used to never drink alcohol, why did he change now?Originally, his sword was slanted behind his back, just to be able to draw it out in the shortest time, why is it tied around his waist now?
So, has Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship improved, or has it regressed?

Before he actually makes a move, I am afraid that no one will know the answer to this question.

In the silence, Ximen Chuuxue gently put down his wine glass, put his hand on the hilt of his sword again, and looked at the white-browed swordsman coldly.

The white-browed swordsman also put down his wine glass, clasped his hands together, and said in a sincere tone: "Thank you for the water of Our Lady."

Qomolangma means "the water of the Virgin" in Tibetan.The Water Peak of Our Lady is the highest Mount Everest in the world.

It turned out that he was the mysterious swordsman who had lived in seclusion on the Notre Dame for more than 20 years.

Who will win this battle?Who will lose?

Ximen Chuuxue and the white-browed swordsman walked out of the courtyard, and soon came to a flat open space, where they began to make the final preparations before the duel.

A large number of people from the rivers and lakes who heard the news soon came around the open space.

"Mr. Li, you are Ximen Chuuxue's friend. I don't know what do you think Ximen Chuuxue's chances are?" Tianmen Four Swords asked in a deep voice as they walked out, asking the most concerned question of the audience.

Li Yanbei glanced at them, and said in a deep voice: "I always thought that Ximen Chuuxue was definitely not someone who would be easily defeated. If he was not more than seven points sure, he would not make a move at all." The implication was that Ximen Chuuxue There is no victory but no defeat.

Although Du Tongxuan's sudden disappearance caused drastic changes in the forces in the south of the city, causing Li Yanbei to expand his territory.

However, a bizarre change happened to his old enemy for more than 20 years, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. He wanted to hug Ximen Chuuxue's thigh as much as possible, so that he could rely on a top expert.

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Deep in the alley next to the brothel, Zhao Qing frowned slightly, listening to the honest monk's nervous narration.

After all, Monk Honest didn't mention Wu Ming's specific plan in the capital, maybe he really didn't know, maybe he was being dishonest again.

"Wu Ming really didn't disclose any news to you? Then tell me, what reasonable guesses do you have in your mind?"

Zhao Qing forced to ask in dissatisfaction, and left a new cross on his bald head, forming a bloodstain with the Chinese character "米" together with the old cross.

The honest monk frowned and could only shake his head.

After all, how could an honest and loyal monk like him have the ability to guess the little old man's plan?

Unless, in the face of a doomed dead man, he would have the courage to speak out.

Just like, at this moment.

"Maybe...he wants to kill all the sword masters in the world in order to comprehend something."

When the honest monk muttered, four figures jumped down from the high walls on both sides of the alleyway, stretched out a palm each, and patted Zhao Qing's back silently.

They want her to have no time to kill the honest monk even if she reacts, so as to achieve the goal of "encircling Wei and saving Zhao".

A pair of worn-out straw sandals stomped heavily on the ground, and the honest monk flew backwards in an instant, with a smile already showing on Yuanyuan's face.

Just as the group expected, Zhao Qing suddenly turned around as if sensing the palm force coming from behind.

She saw the four people who attacked, three of them were He Shangshu, a mustache, and a white-haired old man whom she had seen before, and the other was a beautiful girl with a smile like a flower, who should be Wu Ming's daughter Niu Rou Tang.

Only then did he realize that the dangerous Xicheng King ran out immediately—of course he could judge that the enemy who dared to sneak attack Zhao Qing, who was superb in martial arts, was definitely a first-class master, and he was not able to match him.

Unfortunately, sixteen bare-chested and bald Kunlun slaves wearing only a pair of leather pants suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, each holding a huge mace, and stopped in front of him.

On the top of the wall on both sides, a group of archers with strong bows appeared in an instant, all aiming at the surrounded Zhao Qing.

A young man in white clothes with cold eyes jumped out from the direction where the honest monk was fleeing, with his long sword out of its sheath.

This can be called an "ambush on all sides".

Could it be that the appearance of the honest monk is just a complete trap?Was his "honesty" about women misleading Zhao Qing and lowering his vigilance?Did Du Tongxuan reveal his identity as an honest monk on purpose?
……

Facing the siege of a large number of enemies, Zhao Qing didn't change his expression. Except for Gong Jiu who appeared last, people like He Shangshu, Niu Niu Tang, etc., had already been clearly sensed by her.

Especially those Kunlun slaves and archers, who are at best second-rate top-notch skills, how can they deceive her who has soared mental power and perception ability?
Wait until the enemy is concentrated before attacking, just because you don't want to startle the snake.

In the next moment, Zhao Qing's sword light grew violently and spread out all at once, not only resisting the palm strikes of He Shangshu and others, but also leaving several deep blood marks on their bodies.

The sound of energy colliding resounded through the entire space like thunder, shaking everyone's ears.

However, this is nothing more than sword energy sent out empty-handed, and it only uses [-]% of its true strength.

The real Seven Star Sword flew out like a lightning bolt, carrying another five layers of real power, and instantly caught up with the honest monk who had just escaped a distance of three feet, pierced through his heart in an instant, and pointed directly at Gong Jiu behind him. Between eyebrows.

The honest monk fell from mid-air, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes never faded.

Gong Jiu tried his best to block the rest of the Qixing Sword's piercing force, his mouth shook violently, and he felt a little fear in his heart, knowing that although he had sent a large number of masters to surround him, he might still have underestimated the opponent's strength and perception, and it was very likely that he would still Difficult to succeed.

But he is worthy of being the palace nine composed of poisonous snakes, devils, jackals and other nine kinds of things. In an instant, he dispelled the timidity in his heart.
"There is one thing you--you must never have thought of it! You know Ximen Chuuxue, he will soon die by someone else's sword! You are no exception!"

(End of this chapter)