Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 675: Night Rain Should Sleep, Twenty Years and One Sword (Part ) (Additional chapter for Alliance Leader Xingchen Yishang Tiejia)

In the night rain, the Zhujing Palace was dark and lonely, and almost seemed to be floating, as if it would be suddenly swallowed up by the darkness at some point.

Compared to Yong Ji, Zhang Mengqiu was much more confident. But he was still very careful, to an excessive degree.

He even raised his wrist and checked again the small fan-shaped seal that had been branded for more than twenty years.

It has been fifty-nine days since Li Du's death, and Zhang Mengqiu remembers it very clearly.

Since they have gained control of this super-human power, there are few things they cannot do and few people they cannot kill.

This autumn and winter, the entire Shenjing was in chaos due to Jinyang's resolute hand. "Kill her." A voice said at that time.

So this matter has been prepared since then.

Carrying out an assassination in the palace was not an easy thing to do. The last time they carried out such a plan was twenty-three years ago. Before that, they even used Yu Sicheng to build a new garden in the palace.

In addition, there were too many things to prepare and too many details to confirm. They even found out the construction and changes of Zhujing Hall and all the surrounding garden streams over the past 20 years.

For him, it's just practice.

He did not start preparing recently, nor did he start preparing half a year ago. Instead, he had already taken this position twenty years ago when the Jingshui envoy He Wujian never returned.

Zhang Mengqiu still remembers that figure, named [Four Water Cultivating Snake], whose toughness and coldness are indeed like a snake. Among the eight water wind masters, he is the first, and is one of the best masters Zhang Mengqiu has ever seen. He can always feel his strong life, as if he can win or survive any battle.

He was the only person who could perform the "Mirage Stab" at that time. Later, he died. It took Zhang Mengqiu thirteen years to learn this skill.

There's nothing much to say about this technique, it just requires speed.

Everyone who reaches the Xuanmen can do it very quickly, but as more and more requirements are placed on this word, the number of people who can complete it gradually decreases, until he is the only one left.

"It's like a thorn suddenly appeared in the air beside your neck." At that time, Zhang Mengqiu was the second in command as the [Bashui Envoy]. The two of them were sitting by the river. He Wujian said beside him, "When you achieve this level, there will be no one in the world faster than you."

"How is it possible to do that?"

"As long as you keep practicing, you will be able to do it one day." He Wujian said, "The mirage brings this possibility, so it can be realized."

Now Zhang Mengqiu has already believed it, and twenty-three years have passed. Those crude understandings of the mirage realm have changed. As the only person in this generation of Mirage City who can perform the "Mirage Stab", Zhang Mengqiu has long been able to use this miracle that seemed unbelievable at the time more confidently and easily than He Wujian.

But even so, he still practiced hard for a full forty days for tonight.

Just to integrate this sword into the body's memory.

Zhang Mengqiu is not a young genius who is ignorant of the immensity of the world and has just started practicing. He had already been on the Crane List many years ago. His position is high enough and his knowledge is deep enough. He has the best understanding of cultivation in the world.

So his confidence in his skills is an emotion without any pride.

Therefore, he treated what he was going to do tonight with the same coldness as treating fresh fish.

The imperial palace is really a very suitable place. All the mysterious things are off-limits and only mirages can spread inside.

And the mirage was in his hands.

Since they have gained control of this super-human power, there are few things they cannot do and few people they cannot kill.

Twenty-three years ago, Wei Qingju, who was famous and high-ranking, was also pierced through the chest by this sword, wasn't he? The palace swordsman Yue Muzhou was known as the fastest in the world, so what was he blocking at that time?

Jinyang will become too powerful to be governed.

Such a brutal assassination is a bad idea, and they avoid it most of the time, but they have to carry it out when necessary.

It was like this in the Mingyue Palace back then, and it is like this in the Zhujing Palace now.

Zhang Mengqiu could already hear the rustling sound of rain. He walked through the courtyard of Zhujing Palace, his feet making light tapping sounds on the bluestone floor.

He walked past the stone table, walked to the side hall, and walked towards the main hall with an expressionless face. He had already drawn his sword, and the white blade was wet and shiny in the rain.

He paused when he reached the steps in front of the hall. It was said that Yue Muzhou sat here with a sword in his arms. According to reports, the Jinyang guard Pei Ye Jinyue also sat here.

But there was a layer of rain between them, and he was unaware that Zhang Mengqiu had already passed him by.

Zhang Mengqiu didn't care whether the boy had guessed that he was waiting for the rain. The most unpredictable thing about the "Mirage Sting" is that it is like a short and thin needle, appearing in the air for a moment and then disappearing in a flash. You don't know when it will appear, nor where it will come from, and it is really too fast.

All this is based on the fact that no one knows the mechanism of the mirage.

If he knew something, he would be on guard. Judging from his past performance, the boy was smart enough, so perhaps he had guessed it.

But Zhang Mengqiu was not too worried, because even apart from its mysterious and unpredictable nature, this sword was still too fast.

There were no signs or traces, and it was so fast that Zhang Mengqiu believed that even if the young man was sitting and chatting with Li Xizhou, he could cut off Li Xizhou's head with a sword in front of him.

What's more, he is sitting here so arrogantly.

Zhang Mengqiu had no expression on his face. He pushed open the door of the Zhujing Palace and walked in dragging the sharp blade.

The cool breeze blew the curtains and rain drifted in. Zhang Mengqiu walked around the screen, stepped silently over the thick blanket, and came to the bed. The gauze curtain was hanging and there was no figure on the bed.

But Zhang Mengqiu knew that she was lying there in reality, and it was difficult to immediately record the shadow of a living being in the newly formed mirage. Zhang Mengqiu stood in front of the bed for a while to adjust her breathing and tendons.

At this moment, he suddenly thought that He Wujian might have also stood in front of Wei Qingju for a long time, adjusting for a long time before he sent the sword out of the mirage.

Zhang Mengqiu was a very calm person. He was not impatient. His Qi formed a loop in his body, ready to lift out this extremely fast sword. Like He Wujian, he would first stab the person on the couch with a sword, then swoop out of the window and re-enter the mirage like a fish outside the window, leaving no trace.

But unlike He Wujian, he didn't need to draw her blood, he just needed to kill her.

So he didn't stab the heart, he cut her neck.

Over the past forty days, he had imagined the Red Mirror Palace countless times in his mind, as well as this sword countless times. Everything around the woman who closed her eyes and breathed slowly seemed transparent in his eyes. She lay there like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The sword is as fast as the blink of an eye, but behind it is the result of one month, half a year, or twenty-three years of preparation and hard work.

Zhang Mengqiu leaned forward, raised his sword, and moved sideways as lightly as a swallow. His face became cold and fierce, and his pupils were fixed on the bed like a cat.

"The eyes must be peeled out of the mirage first." He Wujian said, "What to look at first, you must think it through completely in your mind beforehand. You must stare at the throat, and lock onto it as soon as you peel it out."

"The next moment, the sword will be drawn. The sword must appear faster than your eyelashes."

Close your eyes.

Zhang Mengqiu was already familiar with all of this.

Countless times of practice in recent months have been integrated into this sword.

At this moment, a fleeting thought suddenly flashed through his mind - Jin Yang rarely appeared in public and often wore a mask. He should have taken it off at this time, but he didn't know how much different he looked from Xu Chuo.

This thought passed by like dust, in a dream of cold rain at night. In February of the Renwu year, a small candle was lit in the Zhujing Hall, and the gauze curtains fluttered slightly. He opened his indifferent eyes in the void.

There was no surprise. The woman's sleeping face was peaceful and quiet. It was indeed a very beautiful face, and inexplicably much more beautiful than Xu Chuo. But this was not even a sidelong glance. As expected, he had locked onto the heaving neck at the first sight.

Before his figure appeared, a sword light as fast as a stunning feather appeared out of thin air.

Zhang Mengqiu has been a "Mirage Assassin" for twenty years. This is the first time he has used this sword. The entire Mirage City has cleared all possible obstacles for him, and he cannot imagine how this sword could fail.

He stood beside the bed, with only a thin curtain separating him from the person on the couch. The person on the couch was sleeping very far to the outside today, only two feet away from him.

This distance is not even as long as the sword.

He didn't even carry a scabbard.

The sword was extended one foot and three inches, and that was a moment.

Zhang Mengqiu's entire body seemed to be suddenly pierced by a sharp needle.

He couldn't describe the feeling at that moment, it was as if the Qilin itself had awakened in this palace, staring at him with its golden eyes. Every muscle had lost its ability to move, and his heart and lungs were simultaneously clenched into a ball. Even when he was closest to death, he had never felt the pressure of such an explosion of fear.

Then he realized what was happening.

The 1.3-inch-long sword stopped in the air, unable to fall any further. A yellowish-brown sword with tiger stripes appeared in his field of vision, moving against the force of his sword from bottom to top, blocking the sword, and then... piercing his throat.

But the next moment it cut out from the side of his neck, the flame washed the blood on the sword, and then the sword was placed between his broken throat and the woman's face. Even on the eve of death, Zhang Mengqiu did not understand this action.

"Clap, clap."

Two drops of blood dripped from the air onto the sword. Under the sword, the woman frowned slightly, wondering what kind of dream she was having.

Only two drops could fall. Zhang Mengqiu's body came out of the mirage. His vitality and strength were rapidly fading away. He was carried out of the couch by an arm with distinct blue veins.

Only then did Zhang Mengqiu see the person coming. Behind Zhu Yu's sword, a pair of cold, furious, yet absolutely quiet black eyes were looking at him. He was so cold and angry that he was almost indifferent, as if all the disgust of the past forty days was poured out through his eyes. However, his behavior when he stepped on the mouse to death was so orderly that he first suppressed the annoying squeaking sound before starting the execution.

Zhang Mengqiu's throat felt burning and cold, he opened his mouth, but indeed he could not make any sound... This strange feeling only lasted for a moment, as the young man just glanced at him coldly, then swung his sword and cut off his head.

(End of this chapter)