A few hours later, in Nanshu's room, the emperor looked coldly at the eunuch Wang An who was shouting that he was wronged, and issued an order to hang him and ransack his property.
After Wang An was pulled down by the guards, he was silent for a long time. Suddenly he pulled out the sword from his waist and sighed:
"Even a loyal old man like Wang An, who has been with me for more than ten years, would betray me. Will there also be problems with the undercover agents I deployed in the Qinglong Club a few years ago?"
"Probably not. Is the strength of the imperial court not as good as the Qinglong Society hidden in the dark?" The emperor's tone turned firm, and he carefully inspected the stripes on the long sword, as if he was examining the details of his plan. at.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said to himself coldly: "After Wu Ming is killed, it will be their best chance to recruit and subdue the Qinglong Society, and become a secret organization for the imperial court to monitor the martial arts world."
Almost no one could have imagined that the emperor, who seemed to know nothing about the Qinglong Society, 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 Society, these people are obviously in high-level positions within the society.
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At the same time, in the backyard of the time-honored pastry shop "Hefangzhai".
Ximen Chuixue's body exuded the faint smell of incense, and she was also carefully inspecting her long sword with a black sheath.
No matter who he duels with, he will fast for three days first, and then burn incense and bathe in the presence of famous women of various identities.
But now, Ximen Chuixue takes a shower, changes clothes, ties up her hair and trims her nails. This kind of thing is left to his newlywed wife, Sun Xiuqing, one of the Four Beauties of Emei.
Putting on a brand new set of snow-white clothes, and wearing his simple and elegant black sheath sword on his waist, he walked out of the door of the old pastry shop "He Fang Zhai" and walked calmly towards Xicheng Street.
Ximen Chuixue is about to duel with a mysterious and unknown weirdo, but he is also recognized by him as the current Seven Musketeers.
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Zhao Qing intercepted the honest monk outside Ouyang Qing's brothel.
The honest monk wandered back to the alley next to the brothel, rubbing his old and greasy rags, his head lowered, a little lost in thought, as if he was hesitating whether to enter.
Few people would have imagined that Monk Honest, ranked third among the four eminent monks in the world, would almost always think about women, which was a disgrace to Buddhism.
Of course, it has nothing to do with Zhao Qing whether the honest monk breaks the precepts or not. Naturally, she came to see Wu Ming and the Qinglong Society.
According to the information she received from Du Tongxuan, Monk Lao Shi was not only a member of the Invisible Man Organization, but also one of the five dragon heads of the Blue Dragon Society.
Sharman did not come with him, but stayed in the palace. After all, she betrayed the invisible person. If she showed her face again, she would be in danger, so it was better to stay in a safe place.
As for the King of Xicheng who wanted to watch and learn, he was not afraid of danger. He changed into civilian clothes and followed.
The honest monk walked slowly with his head lowered. Suddenly, a sword light flashed in front of his eyes.
The sword light flashed away, and before he could react, the honest monk felt a sudden numbness on the top of his head, and then began to feel burning pain.
He quickly 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 the harsh winter.
The opponent only made one move and carved a shallow cross on his bright head. He was undoubtedly an unimaginable peerless master.
"I heard that Honest Monk never lies? So what are you thinking about now?" Zhao Qing sheathed his sword, looked at Honest Monk who looked frightened, and asked casually.
The honest monk had a wry smile on his face and said tremblingly: "The monk regrets in his heart. He regrets why he is so timid and does not dare to go to bed with a woman for real."
The honest monk told the dishonest truth truthfully.
"Hmph." Zhao Qing also regretted asking this question, so he asked coldly: "Honest monk, your incident has come to light. If you don't want your head to be divided into four parts, just call it real immediately."
"Follow me to the depths of the alley and tell me everything you know about Wu Ming, the Invisible Man, and the Green Dragon Society." She walked in front and added.
The honest monk smiled bitterly, covered the sword mark on his head, and followed her step by step.
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At the end of Xicheng Street is the most prestigious Xilaishun Shabu Shabu Restaurant. The door facing the street is hung with a thick and heavy curtain. When the curtain is lifted, there is a rush of hot air.
Inside the door is a hall with a dozen or so round tabletops placed closely together, with a large fire pit on top of which is used to eat barbecue.
Regardless of their religion, whether they knew each other or not, everyone stood around the round table, put their right legs on the long bench, drank three cups of roasted knives, and chatted all over the world. Everyone became good friends with everyone, even though as soon as they went out, they No one knows anyone anymore.
Walking in from the outhouse, you pass through a small courtyard, which is divided into rooms. Of course, there is a bright fire in the room. That is the real place to eat hotpot mutton.
Rough laughter could be heard from time to time in the yard. Guys were coming in and out, and they were very attentive. The environment was very lively.
But suddenly, everyone inside stopped and could hear a pin drop.
Just because everyone had seen it, a white figure slowly walked in.
His snow-white clothes were spotless, and a strange-looking black-sheathed long sword hung on his waist, revealing a loneliness as cold as ice and snow on the distant mountains.
"Ximen Chuixue!" Several well-informed customers recognized the identity of the man in white and exclaimed in lowered voices.
Ximen Chuixue glanced around the yard with cold eyes, and finally stopped on a person.
It was an old man with a gray and black scalp and completely white eyebrows. He wore thin clothes. An antique wooden wine bottle hung on his left shoulder, and a long and narrow wooden box stood on his right.
Now the customers all recognized Ximen Chuixue's identity and vaguely guessed that the old man's wooden box must be a valuable ancient sword.
The old man himself should also be an excellent swordsman, so Ximen Chuixue came to him to challenge him.
Ximen Chuixue looked at him calmly, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, and solemnly said: "I'm already here. When will your sword be unsheathed?"
Ximen Chuixue's sword has not yet been unsheathed, but the sword energy has been unsheathed.
There is a terrifying sword aura in his eyes, simply because his sword is his person, and his person and his sword have become one.
His gaze pierced the white-browed old man's eyes like a sword, which was so breathtaking that it seemed to plunge the entire courtyard into a harsh winter.
But the old man calmly faced the sharp and razor-like gaze without changing his expression. He slowly took off his wine bottle from his left shoulder, poured two glasses of wine into it, and said calmly: "If you want to have a sword duel with me, have a drink first." liquor."
After a moment of silence, Ximen Chuixue nodded: "Okay."
At this moment, a burly man with thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, and an eagle nose walked in.
There was an expression on his serious face that was close to cruelty, and one couldn't help but show a bit of respect and fear.
The local customers immediately recognized him as Li Yanbei, the "Benevolent and Righteous Man of Beijing" who defeated "Chengnan Lao Du" today and was about to dominate the underground world of the capital.
Another figure flashed, and four green-faced old men appeared behind him, each equipped with a simple long sword. They had a strong aura around them, and they were obviously good players in the world.
Someone recognized them and they were the "Tianmen Four Swordsmen" who had lived in seclusion in Zhangjiajie for many years. The four of them were all top-notch swordsmen in the world and had come to the capital specifically for the "Tianxia Sword Club".
I heard that a duel between top swordsmen is about to take place here, either out of curiosity, or because I want to learn one or two moves from the swordsmanship of the two. In short, there will definitely be many "Four Swordsmen of Tianmen" like this. People from the world rushed here to watch.
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The wine in Ximen Chuixue's cup is light blue, and the snow-white clothes on his body are light and soft.
He used to never drink alcohol, why has he changed now? Originally, his sword was slung across his back, just so that he could pull it out in the shortest possible time. Why was it tied around his waist now?
So has Ximen Chuixue’s swordsmanship improved or regressed?
Before he actually takes action, I'm afraid no one will know the answer to this question.
In the silence, Ximen Chuixue gently put down his wine glass, pressed his hand on the sword hilt 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 the Virgin Mary."
Qomolangma means "water of the Holy Mother" in Tibetan. Our Lady of the Water Peak is the highest Mount Everest in the world.
It turns out that he is the mysterious swordsman who has lived in seclusion on the Water Peak of Our Lady for more than 20 years.
Who will win this battle? Who will lose?
Ximen Chuixue and the white-browed swordsman walked outside the courtyard and soon came to a flat open space and began to make final preparations before the duel.
A large number of people from all walks of life who came after hearing the news soon came to the surrounding area.
"Mr. Li, you are Ximen Chuixue's friend. What do you think is Ximen Chuixue's chance of winning?" The Four Swordsmen of Tianmen asked in a deep voice as they walked out, asking the question that the onlookers were most concerned about.
Li Yanbei glanced at them and said solemnly: "I have always believed that Ximen Chuixue is not an easy person to defeat. If he is not sure of more than seven points, he will not take action at all." The implication is that Ximen Chuixue There is victory but no defeat.
Although Du Tongxuan's sudden disappearance caused a drastic change in the power in the south of the city, allowing Li Yanbei to expand his territory.
However, something strange happened to his old enemy for more than twenty years, which made him feel uneasy. He wanted to hug Ximen Chuixue's lap as much as possible, so as to have the support of a top master.
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Deep in the alley next to the brothel, Zhao Qing frowned slightly, listening to the honest monk's nervous story.
After all, the honest monk just didn't mention Wu Ming's specific plan in the capital. Maybe he really didn't know, or maybe he was being dishonest again.
"Wu Ming really didn't reveal any information to you? Then tell me, what reasonable guesses do you have about this?"
Zhao Qing asked dissatisfiedly, and casually left a new cross on his bald head, which together with the old cross formed a blood mark with the word "meter".
The honest monk frowned and could only shake his head.
After all, how could an honest and loyal monk like him be able to guess the little old man's plan?
Unless, facing a destined dead man, he has the courage to speak out.
As in, right now.
"Maybe... he wants to kill all the swordsman masters in the world in order to understand something."
When the honest monk murmured, four figures jumped down from the high walls on both sides of the lane, each stretched out a palm and silently patted Zhao Qing's back.
They wanted to make sure that even if she reacted, she would not have time to kill the honest monk, thus achieving the goal of "surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao".
A pair of worn-out straw sandals stomped heavily on the ground, and the honest monk instantly flew back, with a smile on his round face.
Just as the group expected, Zhao Qing suddenly turned around as if he sensed the force of the palm coming from behind.
She saw the four people who attacked, three of them were He Shangshu, the mustache, and the white-haired old man she had met before, and the other was a beautiful girl with a smile like a flower, who should be Wu Ming's daughter Beef Soup.
King Xicheng, who had just discovered the danger, immediately ran out - of course he could tell that the enemy who dared to sneak attack Zhao Qing, who had extraordinary martial arts skills, was definitely a first-class master, and he was not able to match him.
Unfortunately, sixteen more shirtless and bald Kunlun slaves wearing only cowhide pants suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, each holding a huge mace, and stopped in front of him.
From the top of the walls on both sides, another group of archers with drawn bows instantly appeared, 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 fled, his long sword already unsheathed.
This can be called an "ambush on all sides."
Could it be that the appearance of the honest monk was just a complete trap? Was his "honest" answer about women meant to mislead Zhao Qing into letting down his guard? Did Du Tongxuan reveal the identity of the honest monk deliberately?
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Facing the siege of a large number of enemies, Zhao Qing remained calm. Except for Gong Jiu who showed up at the end, others like He Shangshu, Beef Soup, etc. had already been clearly sensed by her.
Especially those Kunlun slaves and archers, who only have second-rate skills at best, how can they hide from her whose mental power and perception ability have greatly increased?
Waiting until the enemies are concentrated before taking action is just because you don't want to alert the enemy.
The next moment, Zhao Qing's whole body sword light exploded and spread all of a sudden. It not only withstood the palm strikes of He Shangshu and others, but also left several bloody traces on their bodies that were deep enough to see the bones.
The sound of the clashing energy resounded through the entire space like muffled thunder, making everyone's ears ring.
However, this was nothing more than a sword energy fired from bare hands, and it only used 50% of its true power.
The real Seven-Star Sword flew out like a bolt of lightning, carrying another five levels of true power. It instantly caught up with the honest monk who had just escaped three feet away, and in an instant it passed through the heart and pointed directly at Gong Jiu behind him. Ajna.
The Honest Monk fell from mid-air, his eyes wide open.
Gong Jiu struggled to block the remaining force of the Seven Star Sword after it was pierced. The tiger's mouth shook violently, and he felt a little fear in his heart. He knew that although he had sent a large number of experts to surround and kill him, he might have underestimated the opponent's strength and perception, and might still be Hard to succeed.
But he was worthy of being a Gong Jiu composed of nine things including poisonous snakes, devils, and wolves. In an instant, he got rid of the timidity in his heart. Instead, he became energetic and flew forward with his sword. He even did not forget to use words to influence the opponent:
"There's one thing you couldn't have imagined! You know Ximen Chuixue, right? He will soon die by someone else's sword! You are no exception!"
