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

Chapter 520: Serial Stratagems, Sword Heart and Human Heart (8K)

"There are quite a lot of practitioners active outside recently, and sword masters above the fifth realm can be found everywhere."

Sitting in a herbal tea shop across a street and a half from the Silver Moon Casino, Zhao Qing, dressed in an ordinary gray shirt, glanced at two riders who had just passed by on the road outside and sighed.

Further to the north, about three hundred steps away, stood a giant corner tower that was forty to fifty feet high. Several observers could be seen carefully scanning the area with the help of talismans that had a far-sighted effect.

The autumn breeze blew gently, and the copper bells hanging on the eaves tinkled.

"It looks like things are getting a little difficult."

She sensed that the commander and deputy commander of the corner tower here should be of the upper sixth realm, with six fifth realm sword masters, and they had deployed powerful magic tools and formations. She thought to herself:
The sword competition is approaching soon, and not only will many masters of cultivation go out to participate, the guard strength and vigilance level in the west of the city have also been greatly increased, almost doubling.

This arrangement of monitoring powerful practitioners in Changling City was something Zhao Qing had expected.

However, the two Qingyang Sword Tower disciples mentioned by Ye Celeng earlier had unexpectedly transformed themselves into retainers recruited by a high-ranking official in the Jinghu Division, and served as guards for his sons when they were away from home. It was somewhat unexpected that they had a legitimate identity.

Normally, diners live in the host's mansion on weekdays, enjoying the generous treatment provided by the host. At the same time, they are also required to be on call at all times to solve various troubles and deal with some difficult matters for the host and his family.

And those two disciples of Qingyang Sword Tower in Zhao, with their cultivation and background, and their hatred for the Qin Dynasty that destroyed their country and clan, were actually willing to become vassals of Qin officials. The reasons behind this cannot but make people think deeply.

Zhao Qing took a sip of the herbal tea in his hand, his eyes looking particularly profound under the dim light in the herbal tea shop.

The household registration examination system of the Qin Dynasty was relatively strict, and the Jinghusi was the department in charge of this matter. Did the senior official of the Jinghusi know the true identities of his two retainers?
She thought to herself, if the high official knew the details of the two and still recruited them as his followers, his intentions were worth pondering; if he didn't know, then how did the two Qingyang disciples conceal their identities and pass through the layers of scrutiny? There must be something fishy going on, which made the whole thing much more complicated.

However, the top priority at the moment is to separate these two disciples from the young gambler and find a way to persuade them to leave Changling safely to avoid any unnecessary complications.

Besides, things have to be done elegantly. You can't just knock them unconscious and take them away on the spot. That would be too simple and crude. Not only would it attract the attention of the Jinghu Division, but it would also cause a lot of trouble if they follow the clues and investigate. After the two Qingyang Sword Towers recover, they might return to Changling again.

Zhao Qing gently put down the tea bowl in his hand, and looked at the towering corner tower again. He was thinking about his next move in his mind, and he had already thought of an interesting plan.

At the same time, the pitch-black raven that was perched outside the gambling house suddenly cawed a few times, circled the tree three times, and flew away, leaving behind a few inconspicuous feathers along the way.

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Soon after, the sky gradually darkened, the sunset glowed, and the atmosphere in the Silver Moon Casino became more and more lively. A lantern-shaped talisman hung high on the roof, emitting a soft and mysterious silver light, illuminating the entire casino, yet it was also a kind of blurred temptation.

Next to the gambling table, there was a lot of noise, mixed with the gamblers' cheers, curses and the dealer's calm counting. The gambling house's guys shuttled among the crowd, busy serving. Some brought tea and water, while others were responsible for collecting and cashing chips, with skillful and quick movements.

The young gambler who had taken out the "Sword Meeting Minutes" handbook from Hongyang Academy was discussing the matters of the sword meeting with the people around him. He was very excited, pointing and talking from time to time, exchanging their views and predictions, which made the people around him nod their heads repeatedly, and occasionally there were a few voices of agreement.

The young man's name was Liu Xingye, the eldest son of Liu Yuanji, an official in the Ministry of Households. Although he was only twenty years old, he had already entered the third realm of true essence, and could be considered one of the young talents in Changling.

The Jinghu Division was mainly responsible for clerical work and had no need for military force. Most of the high-ranking officials in the Jinghu Division had not yet entered the Six Realms, and were at the bottom of the various divisions in the Qin Dynasty. Some of them were even old pedants with no accomplishments and were merely well-read.

It can be seen that Liu Yuanji had some intention of switching from literature to martial arts, and he must have put a lot of effort into the cultivation of his children at home. He had high hopes for his son's cultivation, and for this reason he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire famous teachers to teach him and use spiritual medicines to refine him, in order to help his cultivation improve quickly.

As a student of the Sanfen Sword Hall, an official training ground in Changling, there were many children of powerful and wealthy people, so the management of the disciples in the sword hall was not very strict on weekdays. Sometimes, students would sneak out, and there was no serious punishment if they were caught by the teachers.

However, Liu Xingye was an honest man. Knowing the huge investment his family had made in him, he had always been law-abiding and had been practicing hard in the sword hall. Only recently was he allowed to go out and gain some experience to increase his knowledge and broaden his horizons.

The reason why he came to the Silver Moon Casino specifically to discuss the sword meeting with many gamblers was naturally not to indulge in desires and enjoy fun, but mostly to start a conversation with his peers after returning and to add topics to the conversation, so as to make better friends with classmates who can bring benefits to his family.

Just when Liu Xingye won twenty taels of gold after a small bet, an old swordsman sat on the ground with a look of grief on his face at a gambling table not far away. He muttered to himself and reached out to grab the guy who was collecting the chips, as if he could not accept the fact that he had lost everything.

The old swordsman's clothes looked a little worn and his expression was dejected. There were many mysterious runes engraved on the scabbard of the dagger at his waist. He should be a strong practitioner, but his aura was fluctuating and not very stable. In the eyes of knowledgeable people, it was a sign of someone who had been injured and fallen in level.

The old swordsman's eyes were empty and blurry, as if his soul had dissipated along with the last chip he lost. His hands trembled as he tried to grasp the glimmer of hope that was about to disappear, but he just held on to the air in vain.

Liu Xingye had no intention of caring about other people's wins or losses, but when he saw the old swordsman's miserable expression, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The old swordsman had an aged face, with wrinkles carved on his face like ravines. His hands were tightly grasping the dagger that had accompanied him for many years, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

His sleeves were lifted up inadvertently, revealing a shocking purple-black scar on his right wrist, like a silent story of past glory and misery. The wrinkles of skin around the scar revealed the ruthlessness and vicissitudes of time.

"Alas, another poor guy who has lost all his money." The gambler next to Liu Xingye sighed softly, glanced at him and then focused on his own gambling game, with both sympathy and a bit of disdain in his tone.

Liu Xingye shook his head. He always felt that this old swordsman was different from the others. The sadness that emanated from him reminded him of the stories he had read in his study at home about grudges in the martial arts world and the twilight years of heroes.

Out of an inexplicable sympathy, or perhaps a young man's curiosity about an unknown story, 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 chanting: "Fame and honor are dust and earth, the eight wastelands are clouds and moon..."

The voice was low and hoarse, revealing endless sadness and helplessness.

"Alas, old man, winning or losing at the gambling table is common, why do you care so much?"

Hearing this, Liu Xingye felt an inexplicable pity and took two steps forward again, speaking softly to comfort him. Seeing this, several guards beside him followed closely behind him, their eyes alert, ready to deal with any possible changes at any time.

However, before he finished his words, the old swordsman suddenly looked up at Liu Xingye, and his eyes seemed to light up suddenly, with the light of a person on the verge of despair grasping at the last straw, and then returned to calm.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke, his voice weak but with a majesty that could not be ignored: "Young man, do you know swords?"

Liu Xingye nodded and answered sincerely: "Although I dare not claim to be proficient, I am also a student of the Three-Point Sword Hall and know a thing or two about the way of the sword."

"But the most painful wound in my life did not come from the edge of a sword, but from the betrayal of a human heart."

The old swordsman nodded, smiled bitterly, and sighed, "I... I was once a swordsman, with my own swordsmanship and pursuits. But on that night twenty years ago, everything was ruined..."

The old swordsman's words seemed to open the door of dusty memories. His eyes became deep, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to the night that changed his life.

"That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high. I had agreed to discuss swordplay with an old friend on the top of a mountain. Unexpectedly, it was a carefully laid trap. My apprentice, the young man whom I had treated as my own son and taught him everything I knew, teamed up with outsiders to set a trap in order to obtain the "Innate Purple Cloud Divine Art" in my hand. I was caught off guard and was seriously injured. My cultivation level plummeted, from the peak of the sixth realm, which was about to break through the Mountain Moving Realm, to the fourth realm now, and I can't even protect myself."

At this point, a trace of pain flashed in the old swordsman's eyes. He gently stroked the scar on his right wrist, which was a permanent mark left by the betrayal:
"This scar is left by that battle. It reminds me all the time that the evil of human heart is more deadly than any sharp sword."

Liu Xingye listened attentively, 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 desolation formed a sharp contrast, and that gap was enough to break anyone's will.

"Senior, your experience is truly sympathetic. But 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?"

Liu Xingye was moved when he heard this. He squatted down, looked at the old swordsman in the eye, and said seriously: "If you have any difficulties, you might as well tell me. Maybe I can help you."

The old swordsman sighed, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "Little brother, I saw you talking about the sword meeting before. You have a solid foundation and are quite knowledgeable. You have also heard me talk about my past experiences. You know that the "Innate Purple Cloud Divine Art" is the secret of my sect... If I hadn't been careless..."

He changed the subject, his eyes dimmed, a trace of reluctance and determination flashed across them, and he took out a yellowed silk book from his bosom and gently unfolded it. There were intricate sword pictures painted on it, with dense text annotations next to it. Liu Xingye took a quick glance at it and quickly put it away:
"Today I came to this gambling house, hoping to borrow some luck to reverse my fate, but fate played tricks on me... Alas! Now I am in trouble and urgently need a sum of money to solve the urgent problem. I am willing to use this technique as collateral in exchange for a thousand taels of gold from you."

Upon hearing that this matter involved a large sum of money, the guards who were following them coughed a few times as a reminder.

Liu Xingye, who had been listening with great interest before, could not help but become alert and began to doubt whether the other party's words were a deliberate scam, using superb performance to lure people into the trap step by step.

Liu Xingye's eyes flickered, and he quickly weighed the truthfulness and possible risks in the old swordsman's words.

Although the story of the old swordsman in front of him is tragic, it is not uncommon to see such plays in the martial arts world that use tragic stories to gain sympathy but are actually scams. At the same time, it is not ruled out that he is a hired agent by the gambling house, or a trap set up by his father's political enemies in the court.

However, the sword picture drawn on the yellowed silk book and the densely packed text annotations made him feel an unusual aura even at a quick glance. It was a kind of sword spirit that he had never encountered before, deep and ancient.

Looking at the old swordsman's weather-beaten face and the sadness that could not be concealed in his eyes, he was even more shaken. He thought, how could there be such a sincere and genuine liar in the world, with a cultivation level above the fourth realm?
Moreover, if I hadn't expressed my concern in a proper way, the other party would not have given me such a choice.

A thousand taels of gold is neither a small amount nor a small amount. Theoretically, it is enough to hire several killers with the fifth realm cultivation on the black market. It is also not a large amount. After all, after the demise of many alchemy sects in the Han Dynasty, things are rare and valuable. A realm-breaking elixir can easily cost thousands or even tens of thousands of taels of gold.

As long as this so-called "Innate Zixia Divine Art" is indeed authentic and can help the elders in the family break through to the sixth realm, it is completely worth the price of thousands of taels of gold - the authentic art that contains the imprint of sword intent is not comparable to those ordinary copies of sword scriptures.

If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences; if you don't welcome the opportunity, you will suffer the consequences! This transaction may be an opportunity for their 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 a risk. He knew that although there was no shortage of deception in the martial arts world, there was also sincerity and trust. If he could lend a helping hand to the old swordsman this time, he might also be able to accumulate some rare favors and experience for himself.

"Senior, I understand your difficulty, but this "Xiantian Zixia Magical Art" is after all the secret of your sect, and its value is inestimable. Moreover, if I casually exchange it for a thousand taels of gold, I am afraid it will be difficult to explain to my family."

Liu Xingye pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly as a final test.

The old swordsman smiled bitterly upon hearing this, as if he had already anticipated the other party's reaction. Obviously, he also knew that his request was indeed a bit abrupt, especially in this gambling house where all kinds of people were mixed together:
"Little brother, I understand your concerns. But please believe me, I am not the kind of person who deceives the world and steals fame."

"Whether it is true or not cannot be fully explained in words. If you don't believe it, you can ask your guards who have sword skills and unique vision to check it out. But remember, this matter is of great importance. You must be cautious. You need to let loyal servants who have served the master for many years to do it. Otherwise..."

At this point, he couldn't help but sigh, as if thinking of the past betrayal by the person he trusted the most, implying that this method was extremely valuable. If there were people with bad intentions among the examiners, it would inevitably lead to the tragedy of the past again, and it must be kept secret as much as possible. "We really can't leak the news and let outsiders see the skills..." Liu Xingye took the silk book handed over by the other party, and his heart moved. Although he was young, he was not stupid. He immediately understood the old swordsman's intention and gave up the idea of ​​asking the master of the sword hall to come for appraisal.

Then, he glanced at the two Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples who were guarding behind him, and thought to himself: Although these two were retainers recruited by his father and their cultivation was rarely matched by anyone in the mansion, they were from Zhao after all. If they really had any secrets, he would have to be on guard.

"Senior, there are too many people in the gambling house. It is better to go to the back alley outside for appraisal and transaction."

Soon, Liu Xingye made a decision. He asked Qingyang and the other two to leave for the time being. He took several other loyal guards and the precious silk book, and walked out of the gambling house with the old swordsman and into the dark and narrow back alley.

The back alley was dark, with only a few scattered lanterns emitting faint light, adding a touch of mystery to this secretive transaction.

There was a damp and moldy smell in the air, and occasionally one could hear the noise coming from the gambling house in the distance, which formed a sharp contrast with the silence here.

Liu Xingye signaled the guards to disperse and form a protective circle to ensure that their conversation would not be overheard by outsiders. He looked at the old swordsman, his eyes revealing determination and trust: "Senior, there are only our people here now, you can show your skills without worry."

"Little brother, just watch this!" Hidden beneath the other person's weathered face was a smile that showed how well Zhao Qing had planned.

"This 'Innate Purple Cloud Divine Art' is a secret that has been passed down for hundreds of years by my sect. It cultivates the mind and cultivates the character, uses stillness to control movement, cultivates both the inside and the outside, and emphasizes both sword energy and internal strength, so as to reach a state where the sword will resonate with the heaven and earth. When practiced to a deep level, one can draw the purple cloud energy of heaven and earth into the body, and fully understand the secrets of the mountain-moving realm."

"The sword art in the world is based on the cultivation of Qi. The great and upright Qi is originally a gift from heaven, but ordinary people are not good at cultivating it, and instead use their nature to destroy Qi. The trouble with warriors is that they are violent, arrogant, cruel, and treacherous. Violence disturbs the spirit and makes Qi chaotic, arrogance causes the truth to leave and Qi floats, cruelty causes benevolence to be lost and Qi is lost, and treacherousness causes cruelty and Qi to be short of breath."

"These four things are all knives and saws that cut off your qi. Abandon your four natures, return to your gentleness and kindness, control your violence and cruelty, nourish your righteous qi, beat the heavenly drum, drink the jade juice, shake the Huachi, knock on the golden beam, and do it accordingly, and you will achieve a small success... Those who ascend to the void are wonderful, those who keep their qi will live, and those who think deeply about the Tao will reach perfection, be silent and sincere, use their spirit and body to disgrace, and settle their spirit to prosper in years..."

The "old swordsman" gave a brief introduction and explanation, then closed his eyes and gently stroked the sword image on the silk book with his hands, as if he was communicating with some ancient power.

Liu Xingye and several guards waited with bated breath. On the silk book, the sword picture was lifelike. Every stroke contained an inexplicable charm. The textual annotations were like a trickle of water, analyzing the essence of the sword technique in a simple and easy-to-understand way. At a glance, one could tell that it was extraordinary.

With the continuous infusion of Zhao Qing's true energy, the entire sword diagram seemed to come alive. Those complicated sword moves began to flow slowly, turning into streaks of purple light and smoke, outlining thrilling sword shadows in the void. It seemed as if one could hear the sound of swords and feel the sword energy.

Liu Xingye only felt a flash before his eyes, as if he was in a world filled with swords. The sword shadows were either fast or slow, either hard or soft, and every move and every style contained endless mysteries.

He was shocked. The depth of this sword intent was far beyond the reach of any sword technique he had ever encountered. He was convinced that this "Xiantian Zixia Magic Skill" was not a falsehood, but a true treasure of martial arts, which could be said to be priceless and invaluable.

Just as he was immersed in the mystery of the martial arts, a slight sound of footsteps came from the end of the alley, breaking the tranquility.

Liu Xingye raised his head vigilantly and saw that two disciples from Qingyang Sword Tower had quietly followed them and were standing not far away, looking at them with complicated eyes.

"Why did you follow me?" Liu Xingye frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy and wary. He had clearly told the two to leave, but he didn't expect them to follow him secretly. What was their intention? What was their purpose? Could it be...

The two disciples looked at each other, and one of them said, "Young Master, we are just worried about your safety, so..." Before he finished his sentence, the other one patted him on the shoulder. They turned around at the same time and ran into the night behind them and disappeared.

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At the same time, in another alley outside the gambling house, the two Qingyang Sword Tower disciples who had been sent away were wandering aimlessly, looking at the dimly lit Changling City in the distance. They knew clearly in their hearts that they were not trusted by their master, and they couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied.

As the Liu family's most accomplished retainer, being treated differently and excluded was undoubtedly an unspeakable humiliation. Although there were indeed reasons for this matter, it still left the two with mixed feelings, and they naturally harbored resentment towards Liu Xingye's actions.

"Is Lord Liu's promise really reliable?" A short guard with a long beard said with a bit of sadness in his voice: "Brother, do we really want to do this? Establish a new sect and pass on the unique skills, but in this way, won't we completely sever our relationship with the State of Zhao?"

Another guard hesitated for a moment and said firmly, "Junior brother, the State of Zhao has perished. As the last descendants of the Qingyang Sword Pagoda, we cannot let the sect's unique skills be lost. With the help of the Jinghu Division, we can at least guarantee our safety and 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 bind us... Revenge on the Great Qin Dynasty is something that even the Grandmaster of the Sword Furnace cannot do. For people like you and me who may not be able to advance to the Seventh Realm, it is better to give up as soon as possible."

The guard nodded, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "After paying homage to Zhao Zhan's tomb and putting an end to the last thoughts, from now on, we will have to bid farewell to the past and become the people of the Qin Dynasty. The feeling in my heart is really indescribable."

Is that the purpose? Not far away, Zhao Qing heard the conversation between the two and thought to himself: After all, it is too unrealistic for one or two practitioners at the sixth level to shake the huge empire with hundreds of seventh-level masters and millions of elite teachers.

If the people under the rule of the Qin Dynasty, including the former Han, Zhao, and Wei, were in dire straits and suffered from bullying and oppression, there was still some hope. They could use internal conflicts to gain the support of the majority...

But for now, the lives of the people in Qin are thriving, and seem to be getting better and better - of course, there are also hidden dangers of the military merit system, and the ambitions of Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu to destroy the other three dynasties. The peaceful environment will be broken soon.

"In any case, please 'voluntarily' leave Changling for a period of time to rebuild the sect. I will be able to help you a little then... Ba County, Zhushan County, is a place that has been taken under control, and we need to recruit experts from outside."

As her mind moved slightly, several balls of black mist spread outward and condensed into human shapes. When the two disciples of Qingyang Sword Tower were immersed in the memories of the past and the confusion of the future, a strange wave had quietly spread in the alley.

Soon, a whisper, like the rustling of leaves in the wind, or the murmur of human voices, faintly reached the ears of Qingyang and the others.

The sound was elusive, coming and going, yet it held an indescribable allure that lured them towards the source of the sound.

The two brothers looked in the direction of the sound and saw several guards in black clothes wearing Liu family uniforms walking through the alley. They were talking in low voices, as if discussing some secret. And all of this was "accidentally" heard by the two Qingyang disciples.

"Have you heard? After the master learned that the young master had obtained the secret collection of sword scriptures, he immediately issued an emergency order. Just in case, he decided to clear out all outsiders, including the two disciples of Qingyang Sword Tower."

"Yes, after all, this matter is of great importance and there can be no mistakes." Another guard echoed.

"Yes, I heard that the old swordsman who sold the secret book will not let go, after all, he knows too much. Lord Liu is cruel and ruthless, we must be careful, otherwise we will die without knowing how."

"What?! Is this...is this true?"

"Of course it's true. I saw with my own eyes that the master's close associates were plotting this. They said that the value of the Sword Scripture was beyond imagination. In order to prevent the news from leaking out, we must cut off the roots..."

One of the guards said, with a hint of ruthlessness in his tone: "Although some of them have reached the sixth realm, if they are unguarded, they can be solved with just a cup of poisonous wine... What's more, they can contact the guard of the corner tower and the Heavenly Supervisor for backup..."

The two Qingyang Sword Pagoda disciples heard this and their faces suddenly changed. They looked at each other with shock and disbelief in their eyes. They never expected that the master they had recently pledged allegiance to would have such a vicious mind to kill them because of a transaction of sword scriptures!

"Brother, this... is this true? What should we do? All our previous efforts have been wasted?" The short guard's voice was trembling, and it was obvious that this sudden news made him at a loss and confused.

The tall guard took a deep breath and tried to calm 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 is unkind, we don't have to talk about loyalty anymore."

"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 Qin! Every moment we stay here adds a little more risk..."

"But, brother, our luggage and identity documents are all in Liu's house. Perhaps we can go back first, pretend to be nice, and get the things first..." The short guard was interrupted by his brother before he could finish his words.

"No, Junior Brother. Returning to the Liu Mansion now is like walking into a trap. Since the Liu Family has decided to attack us, they must have set up a net and will tighten the ropes as soon as we step in. Although identity documents are important, life is more precious. Without life, what is the use of those material possessions?"

The tall guard's eyes were sharp as he analyzed the situation quickly. "Moreover, the other party must have been fully prepared to act this way. Maybe the Liu Mansion is already full of highly paid sixth-level masters, or even seventh-level masters. Once we step in, we will be stuck."

The short guard's face turned even paler when he heard this, but his eyes gradually showed determination. "Then...then what should we do? We can't just escape with nothing, right?"

"We can only give up those things, Junior Brother. Let your heart be like a blazing hell, burn yourself to death, and then the light will bloom... As a swordsman, the sword is alive, the person is alive, and the sword is gone, the person is gone. As long as the sword in your hand is not lost, everything else can be thrown away."

The tall brother spoke sternly, but his eyes revealed a barely perceptible sadness: "As long as we are alive, we have the opportunity to rebuild the sect and pass on our unique skills. If Liu Yuanji really dares to send people to hunt him down, my 'Corona Sword' will not be a pushover!"

Hearing this, the short junior brother nodded solemnly: "Brother, you are right. We were too naive to think that the Liu family would treat us sincerely. Now it seems that only our own strength is the most reliable in this world. Let's go now 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 hid in the dark, quietly performing a secret method to block the sight of the onlookers along the way, watching the two people go away, and nodded secretly in his heart.

Although her plan was a bit crude, it was effective. It successfully aroused the Qingyang Sword Pagoda's disciples' vigilance and fear of the Liu family, prompting them to choose to flee: "It seems that these two people are quite tough. After suffering a blow, their sword will has been honed..."

As for the "Purple Cloud Divine Art" that cultivates both sword and energy, although it is a secret book casually compiled by Zhao Qing, its profoundness and mystery are indeed first-class in the world and a genuine product. At the same time, it is also a hidden chess move she has made, which may be expected to play other roles.

Zhao Qing looked through the streets and at Liu Xingye, who was still checking the "Purple Cloud Divine Art" at the "old swordsman" disguised as another body god. He smiled slightly, took out a spiritual jade talisman, and sent a message to Ye Celeng on a specific encrypted channel.

It was not only to remind her that the small task had been successfully completed, but also to tell her that the radio broadcast explaining spiritual practice was about to begin and it was 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 Celeng sat on a low bamboo chair with his knees hugged, looking at the black tiles in the distance and the dozens of towering corner towers in the west of the city.

A blue carrier pigeon flew in, and the mailbox it was carrying detached by itself and fell into her hands. After unfolding for a while, it began to become inexplicably wet, then slowly became soft as if it had been soaked in water for a long time, and finally turned into pulp and dripped from her fingers.

"Is this how they complete the task? It's a unique style..." Taking out the slightly vibrating jade talisman from his sleeve, Ye Celeng whispered to himself: "But why do the people from Silver Moon Casino ignore this? Did something go wrong?"

She didn't think about it any further. Sensing the fluctuations of vital energy emanating from the jade talisman, she immediately waved her hand to summon a large bubble, which she transformed into the shape of a connecting wire and headphones. One end was connected to the jade talisman and the other end was placed next to her ear.

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