I, who disguised myself as a woman, turned out to be a queen! ?

Chapter 1197 Empress: Oh no! I'm going to lose money!
Suddenly, cracks appeared on the knife box, which was covered with knife sheaths and scripture imprints, and a long, slender knife flew out.

At that moment, everyone in the entire street and market felt a sudden chill despite it being summer, and some even shivered involuntarily.

The old man by the window on the second floor of the teahouse suddenly gripped the purple clay teapot tightly, oblivious to the scalding tea splashing onto his hand. His cloudy pupils reflected the flying long knife, like a slender silver carp trailing black mist, or a crescent moon fallen to earth.

The pawnshop clerk across the street stumbled backward, knocking over the display shelves. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as if a thousand icy needles were pressed against his throat. The murderous intent he exuded was so chilling that even the copper bells on the eaves of the doorway forgot to ring.

Those around the longsword began to breathe heavily for no apparent reason, and some even started to tremble for no apparent reason.

The long sword spun and rose into the air, then plummeted straight down.

The long sword is slender, with only a clear light blue crack visible on its scabbard. Pink and white apricot blossom branches are entwined around its end, with several apricot blossoms in bloom.

but.
A dark red, malevolent aura generally lingers around the body, sometimes leaping out, sometimes frolicking.

Most terrifyingly, this malevolent aura was visible to the naked eye; the killing intent that had lingered for hundreds of years had not dissipated and was still swirling around him.

"After hundreds of years, the malevolent aura is still so strong." The old Celestial Master looked at the celestial sword and sighed.

Then, a cloud of mist condensed in his palm, and with a flick of his sleeve, a wall of mist appeared, encircling the area and protecting the people.

Liu Huangwu, Shewang, and Licai were all grandmasters in weapon forging. With just one glance, the three of them stared at the blades in the sky, their faces filled with horror.

Liu Huangwu strode forward, looking at the slender blade falling from the sky: "According to the records of my ancestors, it is said that when the blade held by that woman was forged, the Rain God swept away the rain, and the Thunder God struck the bellows. When the blade was completed, the Moon Goddess personally touched it, and the blade hummed. That woman nurtured the blade with her will, and this will was the will of those who died by her hand, not her own. Back then, the martial world of Great Xia fell into decline because of her, and many inherited sects died at her hands. A blade nurtured by the will of tens of thousands of people."

As he spoke, Liu Huangwu placed one hand on the hilt of his sword. The moment he finished speaking, his expression turned solemn: "Today, I will test your number one killing blade!"

However, Liu Huangwu did not make any slashing movements or rush over to draw his knife.

All I need to do is draw my sword.

The moment Liu Huangwu drew the blade [Yang Yang], which ranked ninth among the world's divine weapons, a sudden surge of heat rushed towards the slender blade that was about to fall.

There are superior and inferior people.

Weapons naturally vary in quality.

Even if a child is raised for a long time and has no consciousness, it will still have a competitive spirit.

Especially since they are all divine weapons, the difference in strength is immediately apparent upon meeting them!
Swish!
Just as the black and red mist formed by the murderous aura around the slender blade suddenly rang out, a buzzing sound suddenly came out, and in the next instant, several more slashes appeared and rushed straight towards Liu Huangwu.

What appeared to be a slashing blade was actually several evil spirits rushing towards her!
And at the same time!

The sound, like the howl of a vengeful ghost, reverberated through everyone's hearts.

But in reality, it was just the hum of that long, thin knife.

But it was only for a fleeting moment!

The evil spirits attacked, but Liu Huangwu was unharmed.

But sweat beaded on his forehead, and when he looked down at his own anode, the blade trembled, and Liu Huangwu could even clearly feel that the blade seemed unwilling to be pulled out any further.

As a fellow swordsman, Fifth Shuang had no intention of drawing his own [Heroic Swordsman], for he could sense that his sword had already conceded defeat. Even he felt a chill run down his spine, muttering, "The sect's records are actually true. Anyone who touches that person's sword will be driven mad by its killing intent. Just how powerful was that person back then? How many people did he kill to cultivate such a sword? And..."

The old swordsman squinted at the sword: "The sword hasn't even been drawn yet, but the scabbard already exudes this aura?"

Having said that, he said loudly, "Don't be careless! This knife is quite interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly tapped the unforged sword in his hand with his fingers, and the sword transformed into a sword, surrounded by sword energy.

The others looked even more solemn and took the situation very seriously.

Although I know that the Empress has mastered the art of leaning on danger and stopping.

However, those present all had records from their respective sects that the former leader of the Yiweiting sect became possessed by a demon after wielding this sword, and that anyone who touched the sword would also become possessed by a demon. Therefore, it was subdued by the Celestial Master of that time and brought back to Longhu Mountain.

Snapped!
The long sword was plunged diagonally into the ground in front of the woman in red.

It is so sharp even before it is drawn; I dare not imagine what it would be like once it is drawn.

But it was also the instant the blade pierced the ground!
Swish!
The killing intent that was originally wrapped around the longsword seemed to know that everyone around it had a plan against it, and in an instant, it transformed into blood-red longswords that rushed straight at everyone present!
The longsword was unpredictable; in an instant, it transformed into a slashing blade, but the next moment it turned into thick black and red smoke!
Everyone witnessed this scene.
The old swordsman raised the sword in his hand.

The old master raised one hand and shielded his disciple Changchun behind him.

Others, such as Fifth Shuang and Long Shi, also had their own preparations.

Without exception, everyone stood in front of the people.

The people were as if they were dreaming, because they had never seen such a scene before. They were all terrified, especially by the murderous aura that had long made them tremble with fear.

Yan Yunxiao, with his hand on the general, showed no intention of doing anything. He paid no attention to the murderous creature before him, but instead looked at the woman in red.

The killing intent blade was incredibly fast, arriving in an instant!
Kuyue stood behind Baoxian and shouted, "Go quickly!"

Bao Xian clasped his hands together and transformed his other hand into a claw.

But just as everyone was about to retaliate!
Wow~
All the killing intent and sword energy instantly transformed into pale pink petals.

A gentle breeze is blowing.

Apricot blossoms brushed past, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Everyone looked surprised, but their eyes were fixed on the woman in red.

Su Chang'an reached out and grasped the hilt of the long sword.

All the black and red mist that had been there before was now gathered around Su Chang'an's arm.

Windless automatic.

Su Chang'an, dressed in red, swayed as her skirt billowed out like a flower in bloom, the long wind scattering wisps of fabric that brushed past her eyes.

"Your Majesty!" Ku Yue, who had been hiding, was about to rush forward when she saw the killing intent surging into Su Chang'an's arms and body.

But Long Shi stopped him.

Swish!
At that moment, the killing intent transformed into flower petals, drifting around the woman in red.

Su Chang'an looked at the long sword.

For some reason, the image of that white-haired girl surfaced in my mind, holding this knife, looking at the endless stream of martial arts practitioners before me, and casually uttering, "Why do you all have to come here to die?"

I saw the white-haired girl living in seclusion in the mountains, cultivating vegetables, while the knife hung under the eaves, swaying in the wind.

Furthermore, they saw the white-haired woman, in her twilight years, gently stroking her long sword, murmuring, "Moon Palace, I must depart."

The white-haired woman passed away with a smile on her face.

The long sword that had been standing to one side fell into the woman's arms at this moment, its blade groaning mournfully, as if calling out or weeping.

then
A young man came here and took the knife with him.

Driven mad by demonic possession, he wielded a knife and killed indiscriminately.

After the man died, everyone pointed at the knife. The knife remained silent, gazing northwards where its former master still wailed, its cries choked with sobs.

because
Wronged.

It was imprisoned for hundreds of years, seemingly doing nothing, but was condemned as a demonic sword simply because someone used it to kill.

Resentment, grievance, lamentation, indignation.
And
The moment Su Chang'an grasped the hilt of the knife, he felt both the excitement and confusion emanating from the blade.

And
The question now.

It's as if it's asking, 'Why are you like my master?'

Su Chang'an lowered his eyes and saw the rabbit that looked like a pig drawn on the hilt of his sword. It must have been drawn by Mo Yue herself, and it was quite ugly.

But looking at the knife in my hand, I could sense that it seemed aggrieved, especially the long blade's low hum, as if it were crying.

Su Chang'an said softly, "From now on, come with me. No one will bully you anymore. Moon Palace."

As he spoke, Su Chang'an gently drew his sword.

A long sword was revealed.

But it was also at the very moment the sword was drawn that a buzzing sound emanated from the blade.

But it was also in that instant!
A sliver of frost-like cold light emanated from the blade, spreading outwards from Su Chang'an. The dust in the cracks of the bluestone slabs trembled violently, and the oil-paper umbrellas of nearby vendors cracked with a hiss. But it was only for a moment!

Everything vanished!
The murderous aura was gone, the sword energy was gone, and everything returned to normal.

Those who were trembling with fear because of the murderous intent suddenly exhaled a breath and looked around.

Everyone felt the invisible pressure dissipate and gasped for breath, but at the same time, they looked at the woman in red with horror.

Although I don't know for sure, I can sense that it's all because of the woman in red and the knife in her hand.

The old master smiled slightly. Having witnessed the Empress's 'evil' and confronted her personally, he considered these murderous intentions insignificant.

not to mention
This knife should also belong to the Empress.

"It's suppressed?" Huo De Zhenren squinted at the knife, then looked at Qing Shuang beside him.

Qing Shuang nodded, her face filled with horror. This knife was in their Longhu Mountain, and the room where the knife was kept was a forbidden area.

It's not that I'm afraid someone will steal the knife, but that I'm afraid someone will get hurt.

The old swordsman frowned. How could I have forgotten to open a betting pool!

Yan Yunxiao released his hand from Zhu Jiang, looked at Long Shi's back, and then took off Zhu Jiang from his waist and threw it to Ku Yue.

Keng!
But it was also at this time.
Everyone saw the knife.

The slender blade is pure white, but it has light blue patterns on it, and if you look closely, it looks like layers of knife patterns formed by apricot petals.

It's quite pretty.
Su Chang'an looked at the knife in his hand and thought to himself.

However, while thinking about it, Su Chang'an gently swung the long sword. It was quite easy to use. He would find someone to test the sword later.

Thinking this, Su Chang'an turned to look at the Old Celestial Master. Why not go find the Old Celestial Master? Aunt Yan is hard to find. I'm afraid of her when she gets ruthless. Even the Old Sword Saint is too embarrassed to hit him.

As he was thinking, Su Chang'an twirled his sword and prepared to sheath the Moon Palace.

But the moment the sword was sheathed.

Su Chang'an seemed to sense something and immediately tried to withdraw!

The aura emanating from the scabbard hasn't dissipated yet!

Swish!
But it was too late!
Where Su Chang'an stood, a huge crater suddenly appeared!
The surrounding Grandmasters stared at the large crater in the ground.

They knew very well that this was just the sword intent remaining on the scabbard; what about the blade itself?

Moreover, everyone's expression turned solemn as they watched the woman in red draw her long sword.

The wonder of a divine weapon lies not in the weapon itself cutting through metal and jade, but in making the person wielding it seem as if a god has descended to earth.

Right now, the Empress is dressed in red and holding a knife, like a goddess descending to earth.

All the locals and martial arts practitioners around, seeing the huge pit that was as wide as a road, felt a jolt in their hearts and gasped.

This knife
The sword has such power even when sheathed?!

What kind of knife is this?!

And thinking back to that scene...
Then look at the stunningly beautiful woman in red standing in the pit, holding the knife.
And is this woman even human?
"Your Majesty the Empress."

At that moment, a murmur suddenly rang out from the crowd.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions froze again as they looked at the woman in red leaping out of the pit, wielding a long sword.

Seeing her red dress fall to the ground, my heart skipped a beat.

Yes
Only the Empress could be like this.

"Your Majesty the Empress!" someone shouted as they looked at Su Chang'an.

Su Chang'an, who had just landed next to Ajali, heard this, turned around and looked at the little girl in the crowd who had called out his name, and smiled gently.

A single glance back, and the world loses its color, leaving only the red-clad figure and the blue-sworded sword.

The girl blushed instantly.

Su Chang'an, however, looked at Ajali and said, "The residual sword intent on the scabbard hasn't dissipated. Auntie, what should we do about this dent? Do I have to pay to fix it?"

Ajali glanced at the knife with some apprehension, and upon hearing Su Chang'an's words, said, "I'll go find someone from the Ministry of Works later."

Chen Xin looked at Su Chang'an, then at the Moon Palace, and asked, "How does it feel to hold it?"

Although Chen Xin really wanted to ask, "Is this how you sheath your sword?", she still asked the question now.

The main reason is that he knew how powerful this knife was.

"Your Majesty, this humble monk..."

However, before Su Chang'an could answer, the monk Long Shi from Yulong Temple held his staff and put his palms together.

But I haven't finished speaking yet.
Yan Yunxiao spoke up: "Baldy."

Upon hearing this, Su Chang'an looked up.

Then I saw that Aunt Yan not only took off her knife, but also removed her wrist guards and arm armor.

Each part that hits the ground will inevitably create a large crater, which gives you an idea of ​​its weight.

Upon seeing this, Su Chang'an pulled Ku Yue, who had run over, back several steps.

“Wife, he is my master, and he is also you,” Bao Xian said, standing in front of Yan Yunxiao.

Before he could finish speaking, seeing the look in his wife's eyes, Bao Xuan immediately bent down to pick up the things on the ground.

Long Shi, however, saw Yan Yunxiao: "Yunxiao, you... um!"

One punch!
Quick and accurate!
It hit Long Shi squarely on the side of his face.

The extremely handsome monk was sent flying backwards.

Yan Yunxiao took a step forward and followed closely behind, then threw another punch!
boom!
Long Shi crashed into the city wall, and cracks appeared on the centuries-old wall.

Long Shi coughed up a mouthful of blood.

But as soon as Long Shi looked up, he saw Yan Yunxiao standing in front of him, and his pupils immediately dilated.

And Aunt Yan.
Another punch was delivered.

See this scene.

No one in the entire market dared to breathe loudly.

This is truly eye-opening!
The scene unfolded as soon as I saw a knife.

And now, we see Commander Yan making a move again!
Su Chang'an watched as Aunt Yan brutally beat Long Shi.

Out of sheer curiosity, he once cautiously asked Aunt Yan, "Why did Uncle Yan become a monk?"

I was really angry, and even wondered if I couldn't stand Aunt Yan's domestic violence, but when I thought about it carefully, Aunt Yan wasn't the type to commit domestic violence.

Aunt Yan replied, "A monk saw him and insisted on taking him as his disciple. After dragging it out for more than half a year, the monk left a letter for me and Ruyu saying that he had taken the boy away from the monastery."

Su Chang'an instinctively asked, "You didn't go and kill that monk?"

The main reason was that Aunt Yan was capable of doing it.

Aunt Yan replied, "I killed him once."

Su Chang'an had nothing to say.

And look at the scene right now.
After a moment of silence, Su Chang'an leaned close to Ajali and whispered, "Aunt Aya, could Aunt Yan contribute to both the cost of repairing the city wall and the road?"

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P.S.: If there's no second update today, it means I'm taking a break. I'm too tired! I haven't had a break in a long time, and I didn't ask for leave!

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