ruyang mansion
Ah Er: " Princess, the thief who sneaked into the Prince's mansion and stole my list of spies in Ming Dynasty has been found.”
Zhao Min: " Immediately arrange the men. Don't let that thief escape."”
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Under the moonlight, it was already half past midnight. In Mengyuan City, chaotic footsteps could be heard in a residential area located in the east of the city.
Soon, these footsteps stopped in front of a courtyard.
After a moment of silence, a woman's clear voice sounded,"
"Do it!"
bang
In the next moment, the gate of the courtyard was slammed open. A large number of Meng Yuan soldiers armed with swords rushed in and began searching everywhere.
Behind them, a woman walked in. This woman had a jade-like face, red lips, and beautiful eyes. She was wearing a long white dress.
Three men followed closely behind her. One of them was middle-aged, and the other two were in their prime.
The middle-aged man's face was stern, and he exuded an imposing aura. He was holding a long sword in his hand, and it was obvious that he was a sword expert.
As for the other two robust men, they both had broad bones and strong bodies. One look and one could tell that they were experts in external techniques.
Looking around the courtyard and the pitch-black room, the beautiful woman in the lead said,
"Looks like we're a step too late. Ah Da, stay behind. Ah Er, Ah San, you guys hurry out of the city and meet up with the people lying in ambush outside the city to see if you can catch them.”
"Yes, Princess!"
That's right, this beautiful woman was the daughter of the current Grand Marshal of the Mengyuan Army, Prince Chahantemur of Ruyang. She was given the title of Shaomin County, and she also had a Han name, Zhao Min.
The two brawny men called Ah Da and Ah Er immediately obeyed their master's orders and left.
Just as the two of them left, the search of the courtyard was completed.
A Mengyuan soldier walked up to Zhao Min with a piece of paper in his hand and reported,"
"Commandery Princess, we didn't find any traces of the spies. We only found some burnt paper scraps and ashes, and…and a note left behind by the thief.”
Zhao Min took the paper and looked at it. The next moment, her eyes turned cold.
"Embroidered Uniform Guards!"
"Let's go!"
The white paper fell to the ground and Zhao Min turned to leave. The middle-aged man called Ada, who was holding a longsword, quickly followed.
As for the white paper that fell to the ground, it shockingly wrote,'Many thanks to Princess Shao Min. This name list is kindly accepted by the Embroidered Uniform Guards.'
At the same time, a figure stood among a pile of corpses a mile outside Mengyuan City. Under the cold moonlight, a handsome young man with soft eyebrows and a pale face appeared in front of him.
However, this young man was dressed in a black suit and a pair of black boots. There was also a scimitar that was stuck horizontally at his waist like a crescent moon.
This outfit made his scholarly temperament a little out of place, but it also had a different kind of charm.
"Cough cough, how troublesome. Why didn't you let me leave just like that? Why did you have to send your life to your doorstep?”
He looked at the corpses of the Meng Yuan warriors and the money bags on their waists, as well as the bald man who was staring at him.
Lin Wuyou couldn't help but cough twice. Then, he glanced at his drooping left arm. He raised his right hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and sighed helplessly.
"A Pre-Sky Realm warrior actually killed so many people in front of me. Today, even the gods can't save you!”
The bald man in front of him had an ugly expression on his face. As he revealed his killing intent, he took a step forward and a faint golden color appeared on his right palm. His entire person was like a mad cow. With a whistling sound, he charged towards Lin Wuyou's heart.
Facing the howling wind, Lin Wuyou's pale face suddenly smiled."
"That's a pity. I don't believe in gods or immortals. I only believe in the blade in my hand.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Wuyou's hand reached for the hilt of the crescent blade at his waist.
He drew his saber and unsheathed it.
In the next moment, a crescent moon seemed to appear in the eyes of the bald man. A trace of disdain flashed in the bald man's eyes. The speed of his palm suddenly increased, and he actually went straight for the scimitar.
However, Lin Wuyou was expressionless.
shua
The sharp blade sliced through the air, and a thick half of a palm fell down along with blood. The bald man did not even feel pain before a chill spread throughout his entire body.
The bald man stopped a step away from Lin Wuyou. He raised his half-broken hand and looked at Lin Wuyou in disbelief.
Or more accurately, he looked at the scimitar in his hand.
"Divine…weapon!"
On the blade, under the moonlight, a line of poetic words was firmly reflected in his eyes.
"A night in the small building listening to the spring rain."
plop
His sturdy body fell to the ground, and the severed half of his hand fell beside him. The bald man was dead just like that.
call
Lin Wuyou let out a deep breath, and the killing intent in his eyes started to fade away. The scimitar in his hand, which was not stained with a single drop of blood, was also put back into the scabbard at his waist.
"Ahem."
Looking at the bald man who died in front of him, Lin Wuyou suddenly coughed again, and blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.
In the previous exchange, this fellow was too arrogant. He only attacked when his subordinates were almost all dead. Lin Wuyou could not dodge in time and was hit on the left shoulder by his Great Strength Vajra Palm. Even his internal organs were injured.
If not for the fact that the other party did not know about the existence of the divine weapon, he could only run away.
"Xiantian, this time, after returning to Great Ming, the mission is completed. I should be able to break through to Xiantian.”
After muttering to himself, Lin Wuyou turned to look at the direction of Meng Yuandu. Then, he began to search the corpses on the ground without saying a word.
A moment later, he saw a lot of money bags in his hands. He shook the money bags in his hands and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Then, he turned around and picked up his remaining internal energy. He used his qinggong and left.
Not long after Lin Wuyou left, Ah Er and Ah San also rushed over.
When he came closer, he looked at the corpses on the ground with their throats and hearts pierced by fingers. Ah Er said,
"They were killed by claw techniques."
As for A'San, he immediately saw the bald man who had fallen to the ground. He went forward and turned the body over. After carefully examining it, he naturally noticed the severed palm and his pupils constricted slightly.
"What a fast blade. Gang Zhi is dead, and he died under the fast blade. The blade first cut off his palm, then continued to cut through his throat. There was only one line of blood on his throat.”
Hearing A'San's voice, A'Er walked over and saw Gang Zhi's corpse. His face began to burn with anger.
"His intelligence has already reached the Xiantian level. In addition, he cultivates the external techniques of our Vajra Sect. It seems that the person who killed him is an expert.”
They had never thought that the other party would have divine weapons. One had to know that Meng Yuan and Da Ming combined might not have more than 20 divine weapons.
Then, they continued to check. However, after a cursory inspection, their attitudes suddenly became a little subtle.
Ah Er thought,"These people's clothes seem to have traces of being rummaged through?"
A'San: None of them had money bags on them.
Sensing that something was wrong, the two of them looked at each other and became even angrier. After killing someone, they still searched the corpse. Were they still human?!
The two of them, filled with anger, directly got up and chased in Da Ming's direction.
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