Lu Hua Sheng's expression was bewildered, and in a moment of haste, he didn't understand which act this was.

  Luosheng Yi, who was not very familiar with Meng Qi, twitched the corner of his mouth and felt that the original "true" image had been subverted. Was this guy's usual appearance fake?

  Ruan Yushu let out a long "oh", which made Meng Qi's scalp feel numb, and he felt that she had thought of something bad, so he quickly returned to the topic at hand. His eyebrows were tight, his spirit was scattered, and his senses were invaded by silk threads, affecting his mood.

  "In these days, who has come to find you and the messenger, representing which forces?" Meng Qi's voice became calm, as if he had a plan in mind, full of majesty and pressure.

  Lu Hua Sheng suddenly remembered the enemy he had just seen, who was like a heavenly demon and an evil ghost. Fear arose in his heart, as if the person standing in front of him was his most feared and dreaded master!

  If he was intact and unharmed, with his realm and strength, the Phantom Shape Great Technique would have had a hard time affecting him. However, now that his acupoints are sealed and his true energy is restricted, he cannot protect himself and can't shake off the disturbance. Moreover, in his heart, Meng Qi's one knife had planted a shadow of fear. Now that it has erupted, he can no longer hold on.

  "'Tianjian Sword' Song Ming came, representing the Fourth Prince to inquire about our negotiation conditions. After understanding, he never came again; The Ghost King came, helping the Seventh Prince negotiate, willing to pay a certain price in exchange for our withdrawal. The conditions of both sides still have a gap and are being repeatedly negotiated; 'Nine Finger Divine Capture' Nie Wen came, also privately asking questions on behalf of the Crown Prince, offering his own chips. However, the negotiation was suddenly interrupted; 'Smoke Cloud Knife' Leng Mo came, representing the Third Prince, with thoughts similar to those of the Seventh Prince."

  Lu Shengyi hugged his chest with both hands, slightly embarrassed: "If we can pay an acceptable price to get the Western Huns to retreat and gain time, the Third Prince also wants to negotiate, but I will try my best to stop or sabotage it."

  Meng Qi was about to ask again when Lu Huasheng continued: "'General Xu Jing' has come to inquire, and asked about our bottom line conditions."

  "General Who Conquers The West?"

  "Slowly advancing?"

  Meng Qi and Luo Shengyi exclaimed in unison, because this person was too important. He was the Deputy Envoy of the Imperial Secretariat, the Commander-in-Chief of the Forbidden Army, responsible for the safety of the capital, a top-notch master among people, at critical moments, he could seal off the capital, seal off the imperial palace, and was one of the representatives of military power. If you want to compete for the throne, he is a crucial figure.

  He was as loyal only to the senile old emperor as Wang Dejian, and never showed any interest in being won over by any of the princes.

  "How could he be involved in the negotiations?" Luo Shengyi wanted to help the third prince inherit the throne, and his understanding of the major forces in the capital was much stronger than Meng Qi's. "Could it be that he has secretly pledged allegiance to one of the princes?"

  Meng Qi's voice was stern: "Say, who does he represent? When did he find you?"

  Lu Huasheng struggled for a moment before answering honestly: "He only said he was representing himself. Not long after 'Jiuzhi Shenbu' left, he disguised himself as a porter and entered the Yunyan Building."

  It's not the quiet night that is the best time for secret negotiations, as it's easy to be noticed when entering and exiting. Instead, taking advantage of the crowded and chaotic daytime to sneak into the Cloud Goose Pavilion is a good choice. The Nine-Fingered Divine Catcher and General Conqueror of the West thought so, but Luo Shengyi had been keeping an eye on the Nine-Fingered Divine Catcher and wasn't fooled, while General Conqueror of the West managed to find Lu Huasheng without being detected.

  "Representing himself, can't he still be the emperor...?" Meng Qi said thoughtfully, "Are you thinking of using peace talks to delay, trying to sort out internal troubles, and once the affairs of the Yan tribe and other tribes are settled, will they head south again?"

  "Yes." Lu Huasheng replied honestly, "Dahuan has grand ambitions, wanting to unify the world, and looks down on small territorial concessions."

  After inquiring about the affairs of Yīn Shī, Dà Hān and others, Mèng Qí's evil fate was sealed. With a single stretch of his arm, he thrust his sword into Lù Huàshēng's chest, releasing a burst of energy that shattered his heart.

  "Things are probably more complicated than we expected." Luo Shengyi seemed to have figured something out.

  "Right, we've overlooked one thing - is the old emperor really in a coma? Or did he indeed fall into a coma initially but has long since awakened and is now watching with cold eyes..."

  If the Emperor wakes up, befriending the four princes will only make Lu Guan completely lose trust. Fortunately, he chose to temporarily remain neutral and become an iron-clad imperial party!

  However, if the emperor wants to negotiate, Lu Guan will absolutely not be trusted.

  "Hmm, to pretend to be unconscious and lure the snake out of its hole without becoming a reality, one must have very strong control over the situation. The Right Prime Minister and General Xizheng should be the two hands that the 'Unconscious Emperor' uses to control the court. If they were gone or if they defected to some prince, the fake unconsciousness would become real apoplexy, real demise..." Luo Shengyi said with a smile.

  An emperor without control over the imperial court is no different from a dead man!

  Meng Qi took a step forward and said, "The General of the Western Expedition may have made contact with the representative of the Western Barbarian Envoy, which is likely to be the old emperor. Hmm, we must confirm whether he is in a coma or what state he is currently in!"

  If he really wants to talk, it's better to be unconscious! Anyway, the task description does not specify who the emperor is. As for "regaining trust", there can be other interpretations, such as several princes originally trusted Lu Guan and wanted to win him over, but he strictly adhered to neutrality, disappointing everyone.

  In short, the key lies in General Lu's appointment to deal with the Western Barbarians!

  "The imperial palace has gathered many powerful individuals, and with the Right Prime Minister suppressing them, even a great master would find it difficult to investigate thoroughly." Luo Shengyi said thoughtfully, "The General of Western Conquest's personal strength is similar to that of Gui Wang and others. If we three join forces, there is still hope to capture him. However, he has been stationed in the army for many years, with a group of top-notch experts forming his personal guard, making it difficult to get close to him. If we fall into the military camp, even ten of us would find it hard to escape death."

  In this world of martial arts, the army is not lacking in masters, and even ordinary elite soldiers are agile. Meng Qi and Luo Shengyi are not superhumans who can fight against thousands alone. Ants can kill an elephant with multiple bites, and if a great master were to be trapped in the military camp, surrounded by strong bows and crossbows and waves of skilled fighters, they would also be unable to escape unscathed, perhaps only barely managing to save their own life and flee.

  "Not urgent for now, I'll go back and probe Luguang's attitude and stance, he has shown his right to express himself, perhaps he has seen the emperor." Meng Qi thought this possibility was very low, at least for now, if the emperor is not in a coma, he tends to negotiate, inviting Luguang into the capital is just a backup plan, he won't trust him and show him such secrets.

  However, it's always better to try and ask, many things are just self-inflicted, refusing to ask, which leads to terrible consequences.

  Lu Shengyi nodded slightly: "Alright, I'll remind the Third Prince too."

  He frankly expressed his own thoughts and showed sincerity.

  "No problem." Meng Qi didn't mind, at least for now, the Third Prince was also one of his backup options.

  After searching Lu Huasheng's body, Meng Qi only found some healing and auxiliary cultivation pills, but nothing particularly valuable.

  He divided these things equally between Luo Shengyi and Ruan Yushu, without keeping a single one for himself. After all, he had obtained the magical secret book of Lu Huasheng's cultivation, called "Photography Yin Secret".

  After sinking Lu Huaishen's corpse into the Luo River, the three of them parted ways and returned to their respective places.

  Meng Qi and Ruan Yushu's lightness skills were both excellent, one was swift as a wild wind, changing unpredictably, the other was elegant and agile, floating like an immortal, walking together in tandem, giving people the feeling of encountering a night-wandering spirit and a fairy at the same time on a dark night.

  After a while, the post house was about to arrive, and suddenly a faint sigh came from the front, as if it echoed in the hearts of the two people.

  Meng Qi stopped in his tracks, his left sword and right knife simultaneously drawn from their scabbards, as he shielded Ruan Yushu behind him. His expression turned grave as he stared at the large tree not far away, the approaching figure's power was truly terrifying!

  A woman slowly emerged from the shade of a large tree, her white gauze covering her body, undulating and uncertain, presenting an astonishing beauty, even without exposing a single thread of skin, making one's heart feel hot, wanting to look but not daring to.

  Her face was veiled with a semi-transparent gauze, and one could vaguely see an infinitely beautiful face, the whole person was elegant and maturely beautiful.

  "Meng Qi squeezed out two words from between his teeth: 'Demon Queen!'"

  "Does this sword suit you?" The Demon Queen's voice was slightly husky, yet exceptionally alluring.

  The night wind blows by, cold and piercing to the bone. The demon queen walks slowly forward, as if she is the center of the surrounding heaven and earth!

  This feeling is terrible!

  Meng Qi didn't think about why she appeared here, or why she suddenly intercepted the two of them. At this moment, their auras were clashing, and he was being suppressed by Mo Hou. If he carelessly asked for an explanation, it would reveal his battle intentions, and he would suffer a crushing defeat.

  His spirit was like water, spreading across the blades of swords, as if they were an extension of his own body. Faintly, he sensed that there were threads of silk-like strands floating in the air around him.

  Recalling Luo Shengyi's reminder, Meng Qi no longer concealed his private thoughts. The golden bell cover of the fifth pass fully rotated with all its might, and his skin turned dark gold, flowing with a faint halo, just like the image of the Buddhist arhat Vajra in a temple. Silky threads of yin energy were unable to invade, being completely dissolved by the majestic Buddha's intent.

  "Huh." Facing Meng Qi's transformation, Mo Hou let out a soft "huh", clearly not expecting the always calm and composed, elegant and refined swordsman Xiao Meng to become so powerful, so much like someone from the Buddhist sect!

  This faint hum interrupted her steadily rising momentum, Meng Qi's evil fate rose, guarding in her heart, suddenly bursting out, one knife cut out!

  It's this opportunity!

  At this time, what painting style is needed? When you're dead, there's no painting style at all!

  This knife, Meng Qi's spirit and intent were fully infused, exerting his full strength, and also incorporating the essence of the Heavenly Knife he had grasped during this period, making "Duan Qing Jing" even more powerful than before.

  The world is complicated, love and hate entwined, resentment clings to the body, fear and greed, thread by thread, like a demon's tempting voice, purity does not exist.

  Suddenly, the sound of the piano rose, noisy and disorderly, like a person exhausted by life's trivialities, screaming in pain. The house was expensive and worrisome to live in, clothes were tattered and there was no money to worry about, food was simple and hard to swallow, and worries about trivial matters were constant... Listening made people feel anxious and uneasy, rarely calm.

  The ancient qin's sound, combined with Meng Qi's "Duan Qing Jing", was perfectly matched, causing his knife intent to rise again, and his spirit reached the peak of his life.

  The knife light is like a daybreak in the water, flashing constantly, moving unpredictably, fully revealing a kind of knife path essence, carrying birth, aging, illness, death, love, parting, resentment, and hatred to slash at the demon's body!

  Meng Qi's spirit was immersed in the mortal world, his knife techniques changing completely reflected within his heart, every detail present, following the flow of Mo Hou's protective aura to slash down!

  This sword is the strongest one he has ever cut out since he mastered "Duan Qing Jing"!

  The Demon Queen's eyes showed a hint of confusion, as if she had returned to her youth. The Demon Lord disappeared, the Demon Gate scattered, and she was unable to stop it. Even after achieving the "Tian Luo Technique", she was still entangled in trivial matters, and the villains emerged one after another, ultimately unable to fulfill her wishes.

  A gap appeared in the protective aura's rotation, and Meng Qi's evil tribulation lightning flashed, following which it cut through.

  However, the more forward it cuts, the slower the speed of "evil fate", as if wrapped in layers of silk nets, carrying a burden of thousands of catties.

  One by one, electric snakes leapt out, shattering the dark energy net, and with great difficulty broke through the demonic aura protecting her body, now only a few layers of paper away from her skin!

  But at this moment, she had already come to her senses, and with a slender hand, she gently pressed down on the blade of the knife, saying calmly:

  "Good swordsmanship."

  A strand of black hair fell off, with a charred cut end.