Yunyan Pavilion, a temporary residence for Western envoys who came to negotiate with the emperor.

  Meng Qi and Ruan Yushu hid on a big tree beside the building, observing the movements inside.

  As the night was deep, most people had gone to bed early, and the Cloud Goose Pavilion was exceptionally quiet, with only a few servants walking silently doing chores.

  In this case, Meng Qi couldn't see any problem, so he planned to sneak in quietly and use the Phantom Shape Method to "ask" the messenger directly. Anyway, if something happened and the peace talks could not continue, he would be happy to see it - if the peace talks were successful, what would happen to Lu Guan? This would force him to fight against the evil lord, so that he could make up for the deducted good deeds.

  "Over there." Suddenly, Ruan Yushu tilted his ear and listened carefully, transmitting the sound into a secret passage.

  She pointed to a small alley in the northwest direction of Yunyan Pavilion.

  Meng Qi concentrated his spirit and exerted all his might to stimulate his ears, only then did he hear the faint sound of clashing weapons.

  She is far superior to me in terms of hearing... Meng Qi suddenly had this idea, the Ruan family has a way of entering the Tao through sound and rhyme, which must have a method of tempering the ears and improving hearing. Similarly, after opening the ear aperture, Ruan Yushu's sense of hearing was more sensitive than his own, and he could also hear farther and clearer.

  He didn't say much more, his body unfolding like a large bird flying in the dark night, diving towards that direction.

  The capital city is so big that it's normal to encounter midnight brawls or gang fights, but what's abnormal is that they occurred near the Yunyan Pavilion.

  The two of them had excellent lightness skills and quietly approached the alley without making a sound.

  "Halt." Meng Qi stretched out his hand, signaling Ruan Yushu to stop in his tracks, because from the shadows ahead, a figure burst forth, with the body of a wolf and an air of fury, no ordinary person.

  Meng Qi drew out "Evil Fate", according to the slight gain from fighting Evil Jun, his brow was swelling, his spirit was released, attached to the knife body, and also sensed the surrounding environment, touched and connected, then cut out with one knife.

  As this sword was cut out, Meng Qi vaguely felt that the evil fate had become an extension of his body and senses. The true energy on the opponent's curved knife appeared to be present but unclear, and this feeling was very vague, making it difficult to fully understand the changes. After all, he had only found the direction and lacked the application skills.

  Still so, relying solely on the sensed partial true energy changes and physical reactions, Meng Qi's knife also seemed to be in control!

  The incoming person was terrified, the opponent's knife was fine before it came out, but once the knife was cut out, it seemed to merge with the surrounding environment into a whole, the long knife pointed to the surroundings, covering all directions, and in the unchanged, there were countless changes, making it difficult for oneself to escape the knife light no matter how to change the body method and move.

  He retreated repeatedly, until his back was against the wall. He hastily drew his sword and held it horizontally, but "Evil Fate" had already reached the top of his head. With a forceful swing of the sword's back, he knocked him unconscious.

  Meng Qi's icy sword pierced the throat of the person, leaving no survivors. The clashing sounds of weapons in the alley had disappeared, replaced by faint footsteps of people fleeing for their lives. They had to hurry up and investigate, without time to interrogate prisoners. If they didn't kill them, it would be easy to expose their own whereabouts and alert others.

  He switched to a long sword to kill people because Meng Qi didn't want others to know that his true expertise was actually knife techniques - although Xie Jun already knew, but when facing other enemies, there was still an unexpected effect!

  Of course, it's also a bit of a hassle for Meng Qi to feel that he can't draw his sword now, and after exchanging blows with the Sword Emperor and getting some pointers, he gained a lot. His swordsmanship is currently being rebuilt, and he's at the stage where he's about to break through but hasn't yet. As for how to use his sword and how to make it less awkward, he needs to calm down and digest and merge his skills. Once he reaches a higher level, he won't have the feeling of not being able to draw his sword anymore.

  All along, his own swordsmanship has been Wild Fox Zen. Except for the initial Jiang Zhiwei who gave himself a crash course in the basics of swordsmanship and the profound meaning contained in Yan Luo Tie, it was all self-taught exploration, and inevitably there were some misunderstandings. For example, the most essential part of Dugu Jiujian is to simplify complexity, which is the touch logic of the sword's nature hidden in the broken moves.

  They should mainly be used to improve one's own swordsmanship, with oneself as the main focus, and breaking moves are just secondary effects. Being influenced by inertia, being affected by so-called "Dugu Jiujian common sense", has a bit of a reversal of priorities, "Dugu Jiujian" was evaluated by the master of the six paths of reincarnation as infinitely close to external scenery swordsmanship, precisely because of the profound logic of swordsmanship contained within, rather than anything else!

  If I hadn't met the Sword Emperor's guidance, my own swordsmanship might have stagnated at this level for a long time. Moreover, some principles are universal and beneficial to my cultivation of "Tian Dao".

  It wasn't until then that Meng Qi understood why the disciples of large sects and schools were often stronger than individual cultivators. Resources were one aspect, but the guidance of a master was even more important.

  He tossed the corpse aside into the shadows, and his true energy circulated within him along the Wind God's leg route. Like a gust of wind, he quickly caught up to the fleeing figure who was constantly changing direction.

  Meng Qi and Ruan Yushu hid in the shadow of the wall, watching the two people hiding behind the tree in front, without being in a hurry to take action, quietly listening to their conversation.

  "Jing Shao, you go first. Lie Tie Bu has set up a heaven and earth net, I won't be able to escape." A weak voice said softly, "You will spread the news of our treacherous talk, and with that, I can die in peace."

  "I won't abandon my brother! And when it comes to contacting your tribe to rebel against the Yu tribe, I'll have to rely on you!" A straightforward voice replied firmly, "What's the actual strength of Lie Jian?"

  "He roamed the northwest grasslands, originally known as the evil king of your Central Plains, but later recklessly challenged a living Buddha and was defeated, leaving behind an indelible spiritual wound." The weak voice spoke rapidly.

  "Whatever it is, let's fight him anyway!"

  He carried the weak man on his back, rushed out of the yard, and ran towards the riverbank, planning to escape by swimming across the river.

  Just then, a cold hum came from afar and entered his ears, making him feel like he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body went numb.

  He turned his head and saw a tall figure approaching slowly with a horse knife in hand, with an aura of majesty, like a demon god.

  And by the river and around them, there were several figures approaching, blocking all their escape routes.

  "Damn it! Fight him!" Jing Shao cursed loudly, but he didn't rush to take action. Instead, he observed the surrounding enemies and planned to create a diversion.

  "This kind of skillful kid, I've killed no less than a hundred, and also eighty." Lie Dao said calmly.

  Jing Shao and the person on his back were just about to speak when they suddenly heard a voice saying "Amitabha", the wooden fish drumming out a crisp, clear sound that went straight to their hearts.

  Everyone was shocked and turned their heads, only to see a small boat drifting downstream with a white-robed monk standing on it. His shoes and socks were clean, untouched by dust, and the whole person seemed to be detached from the world, giving people the feeling that this place is a pure land of Buddhism.

  "Ruyi Seng......" The sound of Lie's knife became solemn.

  The monk smiled warmly and said: "Two donors, are you willing to leave with poor monk?"

  Jing Shao and the people behind him fell silent. They didn't know whether they should believe Ruyi Monk or not.

  "Just follow me." From another direction, a figure in green clothes came with his hands behind his back, exuding an eerie aura, as if he had just crawled out of the nine hells.

  "The King of Ghosts has arrived, all is well." The monk's hands were clasped together in greeting, his expression calm and unruffled.

  The situation changed drastically, with three people in a delicate balance of power, where one move could affect everything.

  Suddenly, Jing Shao moved. He neither ran towards Ruyi Monk nor surrendered to Gui Wang. It seemed like he was heading forward, but in an instant, he turned around, stepped onto the stone bridge and rushed towards the opposite bank.

  In this case, both parties seem to be harboring ulterior motives!

  As soon as he stepped onto the stone bridge, he suddenly froze, because there was also someone standing on the stone bridge!

  He has a calm and serene temperament, wearing white clothes as white as snow. He holds a sword in his left hand and stands with his right hand behind his back, quietly gazing at the inverted reflection of the cold moon in the flowing water under the bridge. It seems as if he, the stone bridge, the bright moon, and the river water have formed an inseparable whole, blending together perfectly, excluding all external objects.

  Also a great master... Jing Shao's footsteps slowed down.

  Then he saw the other person slowly turn around, revealing a cold and handsome face, slowly drawing out a long sword, with movements as if they had been tempered thousands of times, without any change from beginning to end, containing an inexplicable charm and principle.

  The long sword was drawn out of its scabbard, Meng Qi coldly stared at Gui Wang and Ruyi Seng.

  "Who comes to receive my one sword?"

  The Demon King's pupils contracted, and he growled in a low voice: "Jīng Shén Jiàn Xiǎo Mèng!"

  "Surprising Sword?" Jing Shao was first shocked, then delighted.