Chapter 519: Serial Scheme, Sword Heart and Heart (8K)
"There are quite a lot of practitioners who are active outside recently. You can meet sword masters of the fifth realm and above everywhere."
A half street away from Silver Moon Casino, Zhao Qing was sitting at a herbal tea shop, dressed in an ordinary gray shirt, glanced at the two riders who had just passed by on the road outside, and sighed.
Farther to the north, about three hundred paces away, stands a giant-like turret with a height of forty or fifty feet. The vague eyes of several observers scanned this area carefully with the help of telescopic telescopes.
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The autumn breeze blew gently, and the copper bells hanging on the corners of the eaves tinkled.
"It looks like things are getting a little difficult."
She sensed that the guard and lieutenant in the corner tower here should be the top-ranked ones of the Sixth Realm, and there were six swordsmen of the Fifth Realm who had arranged powerful magic weapons and magic circles. She thought thoughtfully:
The Sword Fair is coming soon soon, and not only are many master practitioners going out and about, but the guard strength and vigilance level in the west of the city have also been greatly enhanced, almost doubling.
This kind of arrangement in Changling City to monitor the actions of powerful practitioners was something Zhao Qing had expected.
It's just that the two Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples that Ye Ce Leng mentioned before turned out to be the disciples recruited by a high-ranking official in the Kehu Division, and served as the bodyguards for his children when they went out. They had serious identities, but they were somewhat
It's unexpected.
Under normal circumstances, diners live in the host's mansion on weekdays and enjoy the generous treatment provided by the host. At the same time, they are also required to be on call at any time to solve various troubles and handle some difficult matters for the host and his family.
And the two disciples of the Qingyang Sword Pagoda of Zhao State, with their cultivation and background, and the hatred of the Qin Dynasty for the destruction of the country and the sect, were willing to become vassals of the officials of the Qin State. The reason behind this is surprising.
Thought.
Zhao Qing took a sip of the herbal tea in his hand, his eyes looking particularly deep under the dim light in the herbal tea shop.
The household registration review system of the Great Qin Dynasty was somewhat strict, but the household registration department was the department in charge of this matter. Did the senior official of the household registration department know the true identities of his two retainers?
She secretly thought to herself, if the senior official knew the details of the two and still recruited them as disciples, his intentions would be worth pondering; if he didn't know, then how did the two Qingyang disciples conceal their identities and pass the layers of scrutiny? There must be something fishy in this.
, making the whole thing a lot more complicated.
However, the top priority right now is how to separate the two disciples from the young gambler, and then find a way to persuade them to leave Changling safely, so as to avoid unnecessary changes caused by long nights and dreams.
In addition, things have to be done beautifully. You can't just knock them unconscious and take them away on the spot. It's too simple and crude. This will not only attract the attention of the business department, but if you follow the clues to investigate, it will cause a lot of trouble. The two Qingyangs
After the sword tower recovers, it is possible to return to Changling again.
Zhao Qing gently put down the tea bowl in his hand and looked at the towering turret again. He was thinking about his next move and had already thought of an interesting plan.
At the same time, the pitch-black raven parked outside the gambling house suddenly quacked a few times, circled around the tree three times, then left and flew elsewhere, dropping a few inconspicuous feathers along the way.
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Soon after, the sky gradually became dusky and the sunset hung, and the atmosphere in the Silver Moon Gambling House became more and more lively. The lantern-shaped talisman was hung high on the roof, emitting a soft and mysterious silver light, illuminating the entire gambling house, but it was
It is also a confusing temptation.
Beside the gambling table, there was a bustle of people, mixed with the cheers and curses of the gamblers and the calm counting sounds of the dealers. The clerks in the gambling house shuttled among the crowd, busy serving, some served tea and water, and some
He is responsible for cashing in chips and moves skillfully and quickly.
The young gambler who had previously taken out the Hongyang Academy's "Sword Club Minutes" brochure was talking about the sword club with the people around him. He was beaming, pointing and exchanging their opinions and predictions from time to time, causing everyone around him to nod.
, and occasionally there were a few echoes of agreement.
This young man's name is Liu Xingye, and he is the eldest son of Liu Yuanji, a social planning official in the household division. He is only twenty years old and has already entered the Three Realms of True Yuan. He can be regarded as one of the young talents in Changling.
The main job of the Jinghu Division is clerical work, and there is no need for force. Most of the senior officials in the Jinghu Division have not entered the Sixth Realm. They are at the bottom level among the departments in the Qin Dynasty. Some even have no cultivation, just
He is an old scholar who has read many poems and books.
It can be seen that this Liu Yuanji has some thoughts on switching from literature to martial arts. He must have put a lot of effort into the cultivation of his children at home. He has high hopes for his son's cultivation. For this reason, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire famous teachers to teach him and use
He was purified with elixirs to help him improve his cultivation quickly.
As a student of the Sansanjian Hall, a government-run training ground in Changling, since there are many children of powerful people, the Jiantang is not very strict about the management of its disciples on weekdays. Sometimes they sneak out, and it doesn't matter if they are caught by the teacher.
Big punishment.
However, Liu Xingye is an honest person. He knows that his family has invested a lot in him. He has always kept to himself and has been practicing hard in the sword hall. It was not until recently that he was allowed to walk outside and gain experience to increase his knowledge and broaden his horizons.
And the reason why he came to the Silver Moon Gambling House to talk to many gamblers about the Sword Club was naturally not to indulge his desires and enjoy the fun. It was mostly to start a conversation with his peers when he returned home, to add topics for conversation, and to make better friends.
Students who can bring benefits to their families.
Just when Liu Xingye had a small bet and won twenty taels of gold, at a gambling table not far away, an old swordsman fell to the ground with a face full of grief, muttering to himself and extending his hand.
He grabbed the guy who was collecting the chips and seemed unable to accept the fact that he had lost everything.
This old swordsman's clothes are slightly shabby, his expression is slumped, and the short sword sheath on his waist is engraved with many mysterious runes. He should be a good practitioner, but his aura rises and falls, making him unstable.
In the eyes of knowledgeable people, it is a sign of having been injured and fell into a bad situation.
The old swordsman's eyes were empty and blurry, as if his soul had dissipated with the last lost chip. His hands were trembling, trying to hold on to the dying hope, but they just clenched the air in vain.
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Liu Xingye had no intention of caring about the victory or defeat of others, but seeing the miserable look on the old swordsman's face, he couldn't help but take a second look.
The old swordsman's face was old, with wrinkles carved on his face like ravines. His hands tightly held the dagger that had been with him for many years, and his knuckles were white from the exertion.
His sleeves inadvertently raised, revealing a shocking purple-black scar on his right wrist. It quietly emerged like a silent story telling the intertwined glory and tragedy of the past. The skin folds around the scar revealed the ruthlessness of the years.
and vicissitudes of life.
"Alas, another poor guy who lost his mind after losing." The gambler beside Liu Xingye sighed softly. After taking a glance, he focused on his own gambling, with a mixture of sympathy and disdain in his tone.
Liu Xingye shook his head. He always felt that this old swordsman was different. The sadness that emanated from the inside reminded him of the stories about grievances and heroes' twilight that he had read in his study at home.
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Out of an inexplicable sympathy, or a young man's curiosity about unknown stories, he took a few steps closer, trying to catch a clue from the old swordsman's words, but he only heard the old man repeatedly whispering: "Fame and dust are like dust."
,Bahuangyunheyue..."
The voice was low and hoarse, revealing endless sadness and helplessness.
"Hey, old man, on the gambling table, winning or losing is a common thing for military officers. Why should you care so much?"
Hearing this, Liu Xingye felt pity for no reason. He took two steps forward again and softly comforted him. Upon seeing this, several guards around him followed closely behind him, their eyes alert, ready to deal with possible changes at any time.
However, before he finished speaking, the old swordsman suddenly raised his head and looked at Liu Xingye. His eyes seemed to light up suddenly. It was the light of a person on the verge of despair who grasped the last straw, and then returned to calm.
He pondered for a moment and then suddenly spoke. Although his voice was weak, it carried a dignity that could not be ignored: "Young man, do you know how to sword?"
Liu Xingye nodded and replied sincerely: "Although this junior dare not claim to be proficient, he is also a student of Sansanjian Hall and knows a thing or two about swordsmanship."
"But the most painful wound in my life did not come from the edge of the sword, but from the betrayal of the human heart."
The old swordsman nodded, smiled bitterly, and sighed: "I... I used to be a swordsman, with my own swordsmanship and pursuits. But on that night twenty years ago, everything was ruined..."
The words of the old swordsman seemed to open the dusty door of memory, and his eyes became profound, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to the night that changed his life.
"That night, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, I was supposed to discuss swordsmanship with an old friend on the top of the mountain. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a carefully laid trap. My apprentice, the one I once regarded as my own, devoted myself to
In order to obtain the "Innate Purple Cloud Magic Skill" in my hand, the young man who was taught by Nang Xiang, teamed up with outsiders and set a trap. Without any precautions, I was seriously injured by a plot, my cultivation level plummeted, and I was about to break through to the Mountain Moving Realm.
The peak of the Sixth Realm has fallen to the current Fourth Realm, and it is difficult to even protect oneself."
Having said this, a flash of pain flashed in the old swordsman's eyes, and he gently touched the scar on his right wrist, which was the permanent mark left by that betrayal:
"This scar is the result of that battle. It reminds me all the time that the dangers of the human heart are more deadly than any sharp sword."
Liu Xingye listened with rapt attention, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the old swordsman's experience. He could see that the old man's former glory and current abjection were in sharp contrast. The gap was enough to defeat anyone.
will.
"Senior, your experience is really pitiful. However, the path of swordsmanship is full of unknowns and dangers. We practitioners should have the courage to face setbacks. I wonder what your plans are next, senior?"
When Liu Xingye heard this, his heart moved. He knelt down, looked at the old swordsman at eye level, and said seriously: "If you have any difficulties, you might as well speak up. Maybe I can help."
The old swordsman sighed, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Little brother, I saw that you talked about the Sword Club earlier. You have a solid foundation and are quite knowledgeable. You have also listened to my past experiences and know that the "Innate Zixia Magic Art" is
My master’s secret is not passed down...if I hadn’t been careless..."
As soon as he changed the topic, his eyes dimmed, and there was a trace of reluctance and determination. He took out a yellowed silk book from his arms and unfolded it gently. He saw that there were complicated sword pictures on it, with densely packed illustrations next to it.
Liu Xingye glanced at the text annotation and quickly put it away:
"Today I came to this gambling house, hoping to borrow some luck and reverse my fate, but God's will played a trick on me... Alas! Now I am in trouble and urgently need a sum of funds to meet my urgent needs. I am willing to use this technique as a mortgage in exchange for you.
A thousand taels of gold."
Hearing that this matter actually involved a large amount of money, the following guards quickly coughed a few times as a reminder.
Liu Xingye, who had listened with great interest before, couldn't help but become vigilant. He began to doubt whether the other party's words were a deliberate scam, and used his superb performances to lure people into the trap step by step.
Liu Xingye's eyes flickered, and he quickly weighed the authenticity and possible risks of the old swordsman's words in his mind.
Although the story of the old swordsman in front of me is tragic, it is not uncommon in the world to use tragic stories to win sympathy, but in fact, he is cheating. At the same time, it cannot be ruled out that he was a person hired by a gambling house or a trap set up by his father's political enemies in the court.
possibility.
However, even just a quick glance at the sword pictures and the dense text annotations on the yellowed silk book made him feel an unusual aura, a kind of sword intent that he had never been exposed to before.
, deep and ancient.
Looking at the old swordsman's weathered face and the sadness that could not be concealed in his eyes, he was even more shaken, thinking how could there be a liar in the world with such true feelings and a cultivation level above the fourth realm?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Moreover, if I had not expressed my concern appropriately, the other party would not have given such a choice.
A thousand taels of gold is not a lot at all. In theory, it is enough to hire several assassins with five realms of cultivation on the black market. It is not a lot at all. After all, after the destruction of many alchemy sects in the Han Dynasty, things are rare and valuable.
The realm-breaking elixir often costs thousands or even thousands of taels of gold.
As long as this so-called "Innate Purple Cloud Magic Technique" is indeed authentic and helps the elders in the family break through to the Sixth Realm, it will be completely worth the price of thousands of taels of gold - the authentic techniques that contain the brand of sword intent are not ordinary ones.
The Jian Jing manuscript can be compared.
If you don't take what God gives you, you will be blamed; if you don't welcome it, you will suffer disaster! This transaction may be an opportunity for the Liu family to change their destiny. Missing such an opportunity will undoubtedly be a huge loss.
Liu Xingye had made up his mind and decided to take the risk. He knew that although there was no lack of fraud in the world, there was also sincerity and trust. If he could help the old swordsman this time, he might also be able to earn a fortune for himself.
Rare favors and experiences.
"Senior, I understand your difficulties, but after all, this "Innate Purple Cloud Magic Technique" is a secret that is not passed down by your sect, and its value is immeasurable. Besides, if I exchange it for a thousand taels of gold at will, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to my family.
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Liu Xingye pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke as a final test.
The old swordsman heard the words and gave a wry smile, as if he had already anticipated the other party's reaction. Obviously, he also knew that his request was indeed a bit abrupt, let alone in this mixed gambling house:
"Little brother, I understand your concerns. But please believe that I am not the kind of person who deceives the world and steals my reputation."
"True or untrue cannot be described in words. If you don't believe it, you can ask someone among your guards who has swordsmanship and unique vision to check it. But remember, this matter is of great importance, so you must be cautious. You need to know
Let them be loyal servants who have served the master's family for many years, otherwise..."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, as if he was thinking of the past when he was betrayed by the most trusted person, implying that this method is extremely valuable. If there are people with evil intentions among the examiners, it will inevitably lead to the original tragedy again, and must do everything possible.
May keep secrets.
"We really can't leak the news and let outsiders observe the skills..." Liu Xingye took the silk book handed over by the other party and felt something in his heart. Although he was young, he was not stupid. He immediately understood the old swordsman's intention and gave up the invitation.
The thought of Master Jian Tang coming over for appraisal.
Then, he glanced at the two Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples who were guarding him behind him, and thought to himself: Although these two people are disciples recruited by his father, and their cultivation level is rare in the family, they are still from Zhao Di.
, if there really is any secret, I have to guard against it.
"Senior, there are many people in gambling houses, so for appraisals and transactions, it's better to go outside to the back alleys."
Soon, Liu Xingye made a decision to let Qingyang and Qingyang leave for the time being. He took several other loyal guards and the precious silk book and followed the old swordsman out of the gambling house and walked into the gambling house.
Dark and narrow back alley.
The back alley was dark, with only a few scattered lanterns emitting faint light, adding a bit of mystery to this secretive transaction.
There is a damp and musty smell in the air, and occasionally you can hear the noise coming from the gambling house in the distance, which is in stark contrast to the silence here.
Liu Xingye signaled the guards to disperse to form a protective circle to ensure that their conversation would not be overheard by outsiders. He looked at the old swordsman, his eyes revealing firmness and trust: "Senior, we are the only ones here now, you can
Feel free to show off your skills."
"Little brother, keep an eye on it!" Hidden under the other person's vicissitudes of life is Zhao Qing's scheming smile.
"This "Innate Purple Cloud Magic Technique" is a secret that has been passed down by our master for hundreds of years. It involves cultivating the mind and nature, using stillness to control it, practicing both internally and externally, paying equal attention to sword energy and internal strength, so as to achieve the state where the sword's intention resonates with the heaven and earth. Practice it.
To the depths, you can draw the purple haze energy from heaven and earth into your body, and fully understand the mystery of moving the mountain."
"The sword art in the world is based on practicing qi. The awe-inspiring righteousness is originally given by heaven, but ordinary people are not good at cultivating it, and instead use their nature to defeat the qi. The dangers of martial artists are violent, arrogant, cruel, and thieves. Violence will disturb the spirit.
And if the Qi is chaotic, arrogance will lead to true detachment and the Qi will float, coolness will lead to loss of benevolence and Qi will be lost, and thieves will be cruel and short of breath."
"These four things are all knives and saws that cut off the qi. Give up the four natures, return to the soft and good, control your violence and cruelty, nourish your righteousness, sound the heavenly drum, drink jade syrup, swim in the flower pool, knock on the golden beam, and rely on it.
If you do it, you should have some small achievements... The one who ascends to the void is wonderful, the one who keeps the Qi is alive, and when he reaches the perfection of the Tao, he feels the sincerity of silence, conquers the gods, shapes and humiliations, and has a peaceful and prosperous life..."
The "old swordsman" briefly introduced and explained a few words, then closed his eyes and gently touched the sword pictures on the silk book with his hands, as if communicating with some ancient power.
Liu Xingye and several guards waited with bated breath. They saw that the sword pictures on the silk book were lifelike, and each stroke contained an inexplicable charm. The text annotations were like a trickle, explaining the essence of swordsmanship in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.
When you look at it, you will know that it is no small matter.
With the continuous injection of Zhao Qing's true essence, the entire sword diagram seemed to come alive. The complicated sword moves began to flow slowly, turning into streaks of purple light and haze, outlines of thrilling sword shadows in the void, and it was as if one could hear the sword's movements.
With the sound of the sound, I felt the sword energy flowing freely.
Liu Xingye felt a blur before his eyes, as if he was in a world surrounded by swords. Those sword shadows were either fast or slow, hard or soft, and every move contained endless mysteries.
He was shocked. The depth of this swordsmanship was far beyond the comparison of any swordsmanship he had ever come across. He was convinced that this "Innate Purple Cloud Magic Skill" was by no means an illusion, but a true martial arts treasure, which could be said to be of great value.
Liancheng is not worth ten thousand gold.
Just as he was immersed in the mystery of the technique, a slight sound of footsteps came from the end of the alley, breaking the tranquility.
Liu Xingye raised his head alertly and "saw" that two disciples from Qingyang Sword Pagoda had followed him quietly at some point and were standing not far away, looking at them with complicated eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Why are you following me?" Liu Xingye frowned slightly, feeling a little displeased and wary in his heart. He had obviously asked these two people to avoid them, but he didn't expect them
He even followed me secretly. What was his intention? What was his intention? Is it possible?
The two disciples looked at each other, and one of them said: "Master, we are just worried about your safety, so..." Before he could finish his sentence, the other one patted him on the shoulder, and the two of them turned around in unison, facing the night behind.
He ran away and disappeared.
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At the same time, in another alley outside the gambling house, the two Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples who were pushed away were wandering aimlessly, looking at the dimly lit Changling City in the distance, knowing clearly in their hearts
I was not trusted by my master, so I felt a little dissatisfied.
As the highest-level disciple of the Liu family, to be treated so differently and excluded is undoubtedly an unspeakable humiliation. Although there is indeed a reason for this, it still makes the two of them have mixed feelings. They naturally react to Liu Xingye's move.
A secret grudge arises.
"Is Mr. Liu's promise really reliable?" A guard with a long beard was slightly shorter in stature and his voice was a bit sad: "Brother, do we really want to do this? Establish a new sect and pass on the unique knowledge, but such a
Come on, don’t we completely sever ties with the State of Zhao?”
Another guard pondered for a moment and said in a firm voice: "Junior brother, the Zhao Kingdom has died. As the last descendants of the Qingyang Sword Tower, we cannot let the sect's secret knowledge be lost. With the help of the power of the Keto Division, we can at least ensure our safety.
It can also allow the sect to continue."
"As for the State of Zhao, we just need to remember it in our hearts. There is no need to let unnecessary hatred constrain ourselves... To take revenge on the Qin Dynasty is something that even the masters of the Sword Furnace cannot do. People like you and me may not be able to advance to the Seventh Realm.
As for you guys, it’s better to give up as soon as possible.”
The previous guard nodded, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "After we have paid homage to Zhao Zhan's tomb and given up our last thoughts, from now on, we will say goodbye to the past completely and become the sons of Great Qin.
People, the feeling in my heart is really indescribable."
Is this the original purpose? Not far away, Zhao Qing heard the exchange between the two people and thought deeply in his heart: After all, one or two practitioners who are no more than six realms want to shake hundreds of seventh realm masters and millions of them.
A huge empire of elite troops is too unrealistic.
If the people under the Qin Dynasty, including the original three places of Korea, Zhao, and Wei, were in dire straits and suffered from bullying and oppression, there was still some hope that they could win the support of the majority of people with the help of internal conflicts.
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But for now, the lives of the people in Qin are prosperous and seem to be getting better and better. Of course, there are also hidden dangers in the military merit system, and Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu's ambitions to destroy the other three dynasties.
It won't take long for the peaceful environment to be broken.
"In any case, I ask you both to 'voluntarily' leave Changling for a period of time to rebuild the sect. I can also be of some help at that time... Zhushan County, Ba County, a place that has been brought under control, is in need of recruitment.
Foreign masters."
As she thought slightly, several black mist spread outwards and condensed into human shapes. When the two Qingyang Sword Tower disciples were immersed in the memories of the past and the confusion of the future, a strange wave quietly filled the air.
In the alley.
Soon, a whisper, like the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, or like the murmur of human words, faintly reached the ears of Qingyang and Qingyang.
The sound was far and near, elusive, but it carried an indescribable allure, tempting them to get closer to the source of the sound.
The two brothers followed the sound and saw a few Xuanyi guards wearing Liu family clothes walking through the alley. They were talking in low voices, as if they were discussing some secret. But all of this was ignored by those two
Qingyang disciple "happened" to hear it.
"Have you heard? After the master learned that the young master had obtained the secret treasure of the Sword Scripture, he immediately issued an emergency order. Just as a precaution, he decided to clear out all outsiders, including the two disciples of the Qingyang Sword Pagoda.
"
"Yes, after all, this matter is of great importance and there can't be any mistakes." Another guard agreed.
"Yes, I heard that the old swordsman who even sells secret books will not let him go. After all, he knows too much. Mr. Liu is ruthless, so we have to be careful, lest he die without knowing how he died."
"What?! This...is this true?"
"Of course it's true. I saw with my own eyes that the master's cronies were plotting this matter. They said that the value of the Sword Scripture was beyond imagination. In order to prevent the news from leaking, the roots must be eradicated..."
One of the guards said, with a hint of sternness in his tone: "Although some of them have reached the sixth level of cultivation, without defense, it can only be solved with a cup of poisonous elixir wine... What's more,
We can also contact the Corner Tower Guards and Supervisor Tiansi as backup..."
When the two Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples heard this, their expressions changed suddenly. They looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and disbelief. They never expected that the master they had recently been loyal to would have such a problem because of a sword scripture transaction.
The vicious thoughts want to silence them!
"Brother, is this... is this true? What should we do? All our previous efforts have been in vain?" The short guard's voice was trembling. It was obvious that this sudden news made him at a loss.
A big mess.
The tall guard took a deep breath and tried to calm down the turmoil in his heart. He held his junior brother's hand tightly and said firmly: "Junior brother, don't be afraid. Although our Qingyang Sword Tower is lonely, we still have our backbone. Since the Liu family
If you are not benevolent, we no longer need to be loyal."
"Now, we must leave here as soon as possible, leave Changling as soon as possible, stay away from the Liu family's sphere of influence, and even escape to areas outside the Qin territory! Every moment we stay here increases the risk..."
"But, senior brother, our luggage and identity documents are all in the Liu Mansion. Maybe we can go back first to put things in our hands first and get our things first..." Before the short guard could finish his words, he was interrupted by his senior brother.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "No, junior brother, returning to the Liu Mansion now is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap. Since the Liu family has decided to attack us, they must have laid a dragnet for us.
Tighten the rope as soon as you step in. Although identity documents are important, life is more valuable. Without life, what is the use of those external things?"
The tall guard's eyes were sharp and he quickly analyzed the situation: "Moreover, if the other party dares to act like this, he must be fully prepared. Maybe at this moment, the Liu Mansion is surrounded by masters of the Sixth Realm and even Grandmasters of the Seventh Realm who have been invited with huge sums of money.
Once we step into it, we will be unable to fly.”
When the short guard heard this, his face became even paler, but a decision gradually came into his eyes, "Then...then what should we do? We can't just escape empty-handed, right?"
"We can only give up those things, junior brother. The heart is like a hell, burning all the self, and then the light will shine... As a swordsman, the sword is with the person, the sword dies and the person dies. As long as the sword in the hand is not lost, everything else is fine.
Give up."
The tall senior brother's tone was stern, but there was a trace of imperceptible sadness in his eyes: "As long as we live, we will have the opportunity to rebuild the sect and pass on the unique knowledge. If Liu Yuanji really dares to send people to hunt him down, I, Zhao Beiwang, will use the 'Sun Crown Sword'
'Not a vegetarian either!"
The short junior brother heard this and nodded solemnly: "Senior brother is right, we were too naive and thought that the Liu family would treat each other sincerely. Now it seems that only our own strength is the most reliable in this world. Let's do it now
Let’s go and find our own path.”
The two of them no longer hesitated, and with a flash of their bodies, they quickly merged into the night like two green shadows, and rushed towards the outside of Changling City. Zhao Qing, on the other hand, hid in the dark, quietly using secret techniques to shield the spectators along the way.
He watched the two people go away with his eyes, nodding secretly in his heart.
Although her plan was a little rough, it was effective. It successfully aroused the Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples' vigilance and fear towards the Liu family, prompting them to make the choice to escape: "It seems that these two people have pretty good character.
Tenacity, after suffering a blow, the sword's will has been sharpened..."
As for the "Purple Cloud Magic Skill" that is both sword and Qi, although it is a secret book compiled by Zhao Qing at random, its profoundness and mystery are indeed top-notch in the world. It is a genuine product. It is also a secret chess piece she planted, which may be expected to be used.
Other functions.
Looking through the streets, he looked at Liu Xingye who was still checking the "Zixia Magic" at another "old swordsman" disguised as a body and soul. Zhao Qing smiled slightly and took out a Jade Talisman.
A message was sent to Ye Celeng on the encrypted channel.
Not only to remind the other party that the small task has been successfully completed, but also to tell her that the radio broadcast explaining the practice is about to start, so it is best not to miss it.
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At the same time, in a secluded and quiet courtyard in the west of Changling City, Ye Ce Leng hugged his knees and sat on a low back bamboo chair, looking at the black tiles in the distance and dozens of buildings in the west of the city.
Towering turret.
A blue homing pigeon flew in, and the letterbox at her feet detached itself and fell into her hand. After unfolding it for a while, it began to become inexplicably wet, and then slowly became as soft as if it had been soaked in water for a long time.
Eventually it turned into pulp and dripped from her fingers.
"Is this how you actually complete the task? It's a unique style..." Taking out the slightly vibrating jade talisman from his sleeve, Ye Ce Leng whispered to himself: "But why do the people at Silver Moon Gambling House ignore this at all?
?Did something happen?"
She didn't think about it any further. She sensed the energy fluctuation coming from the jade talisman, and immediately waved her hand to attract a big bubble, transforming it into a connecting cable and earphones. One end was connected to the jade talisman, and the other end was connected to the jade talisman.