Joy of Life: I'm really not a saint

Hong Sixiang sighed slightly. He knew that he would not be able to finish this pot of wine and this plate of peanuts tonight, as there would always be unexpected things that would come first.

"When will people be able to come and go so freely in the deep courtyards of the imperial palace?" Hong Sixiang's tight-fitting clothes fluttered, and his hoarse voice did not travel far, only echoing in this small space.

He turned his wrist, flicked his fingers, and a peanut shot like a bullet towards Wuzhu's face! The sound of breaking through the air was breathtaking!

Hong Sixiang's turbid eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to lock onto the person in front of him!

Wu Zhu seemed slow and stiff for some reason, as if he was shocked by the sudden change, and took half a beat longer to turn around. Even so, a piece of cloth on his chest was shot through and fell off, but he himself was unharmed!

Ding!

A hole was shot out on the stone slab on the ground, but the peanuts inside remained intact, which shows how profound Hong Sixiang's skills are and how clever his techniques are!

Hong Sixiang stood up, his body slowly bent and tensed like a strong bow. Strong and deep Qi rose from his body, ready to attack the strange man in front of him at any time.

This scene was just like the finger-snapping magic in a TV drama, but such a terrifying attack had little effect!

"Who are you?" Hong Sixiang's face was gloomy and ferocious, but his face was smiling, which looked extremely incongruous. Just by looking at his facial features, he could scare a child to tears.

'Should I kill him? ' Wu Zhu asked himself in his heart.

He could kill the person in front of him, but it would take some effort. It would also cause a big noise, which would be detrimental to Fan Xian's future actions. After hesitating for a while, he gave up. He thought it would be better if he was outside the city, just like Lin Gong.

Looking at Wuzhu who was in silence, Hong Sixiang thought he would not answer him, so he took a step forward and slowly approached.

"I'm lost. This is a misunderstanding." Wu Zhu looked at Hong Sixiang with his blindfolded eyes, trying to express a trace of sincerity, but he failed. He answered reluctantly with a hoarse voice. This was the best reason he could think of.

"Lost?" The joy on Hong Sixiang's face finally became more genuine, as if he was also amused. "Lost can run deep into the palace, you are really the best in the world. You came here a few days ago, right? I have been waiting for you since then. Can you tell me your true identity?"

This person's voice was deliberately changed, and it was obvious that he didn't want to expose himself. Although Hong Sixiang didn't show it on his face, he was slightly annoyed in his heart. Even if this reason was made up, the author didn't put even a little thought into it.

Looking carefully at Wuzhu's clothes, Hong Sixiang's eyesight was still excellent under the moonlight.

The man's clothes were very new, and they did not match his temperament at all. Hong Sixiang suppressed his judgment and said, "I can feel that your martial arts skills are already among the best among the nine ranks. You must be a disciple of those people. I wonder what your purpose is in entering the palace?"

The dazed Wu Zhu finally organized his words to answer the previous question, but his voice was stiff and uncomfortable to listen to: "It is for the sake of national justice. I have no choice but to do it. I am very sorry, I will leave now."

Seeing that he could not get any information out of him, Hong Sixiang sighed, as if he was very helpless: "This is the imperial palace, kid."

"Where is the place where you can come and go as you please?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked his foot, and the roof tiles shattered. Hong Sixiang had already jumped towards Wuzhu, and his palm was bent, grabbing the opponent like a dragon claw, with a black light on it, making people feel as hard as steel!

Seeing that he was about to be hit in the face, Wuzhu stepped lightly and retreated.

The two people seemed to be relatively still, shifting in space.

Human power is infinite, but the road has an end.

When he had no way to retreat, Wuzhu put his left hand behind his back, turned around and drew out the iron sword he had specially prepared tonight, and turned around to strike Hong Sixiang. After he dodged, he elbowed the front desk, a set of moves that was clean and neat, and it was impressive!

Hong Sixiang turned around and used his palm to block Wuzhu's raised elbow, as if he was hitting steel.

Wu Zhu did not want to fight, and took advantage of the attack to retreat. Hong Sixiang was not willing to give up, so he raised his legs and followed him, showing his superb lightness skills, and the whole person seemed to be gliding at a low altitude.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhu's retreat was just a feint. He raised his leg with force, used a pillar as leverage, and turned around to stab out with his sword.

A normal person would definitely dodge this attack and avoid its sharp edge. However, Hong Sixiang did the opposite. His true energy was three levels stronger, and his claws were whistling as the two fought together.

Wu Zhu's disguised realm was no match for Hong Sixiang's, so he found an opportunity and used the same trick again.

But this time he flew upstairs and ran to the third level of this sword move. Just as he stopped, Hong Sixiang's attack arrived. Wu Zhu saw that he couldn't dodge, so he could only "helplessly" shake the tip of the sword and stab Hong Sixiang's left wrist!

The iron sword shone brightly under the moonlight, and the sword's control of distance was impeccable, it was absolutely perfect!

"Gu Zuo!?" Hong Sixiang smiled grimly and shouted sternly, but what he was met with was Wu Zhu's even faster sword moves.

As if he had been seen through by the old eunuch, Wu Zhu had no choice but to stop pretending and unleashed his exquisite sword intent, which was the Four-Looking Sword Technique!

Although there was a hint of doubt in Hong Sixiang's words, he believed in his own eyes more. He no longer held back, and his claws were like a yellow dragon emerging from the sea, attacking fiercely one after another, leaving claw marks on the pillars and walls. After the two of them attacked fiercely for dozens of moves, they finally found a flaw, and Hong Sixiang slapped Wuzhu's chest with his dry hands!

This palm, with the internal force surging and exhaling, came with the wind.

It is not difficult to suspect that even if the opponent is a great master above the ninth rank, if he is hit by this palm, he will probably die!

Just as he had rehearsed, Wu Zhu held the sword from behind, raised his arm, and pointed the sword downwards in a semicircle, perfectly blocking the palm strike! Such a wonderful idea, protecting the chest just right, made the attacking Hong Sixiang show a hint of admiration.

Hong Sixiang's power was almost at its limit, and his voice was even a little sharp: "Gu Qian!?"

His true energy was so strong. At that moment, his internal energy floated out like a thin thread and wrapped around Wu Zhu. Seeing this, Wu Zhu turned his wrist and spun the iron sword in his hand like Dugu Jiujian, causing gusts of wind to interfere with the flow of Hong Sixiang's true energy.

He took a step back, then spun around and stabbed at Hong Sixiang. This sword was meant to injure his eyes!

Hong Sixiang stood up and spun his leg, kicking the sword, causing the stab to deflect and hit the wooden railing next to it. Suddenly, a piece of the railing was cut off and fell to the ground from the third floor with a sound.

The silence of the night was broken.

Chapter 79 A little thief tonight.

No one knows Hong Sixiang's exact age, but we only know that he has been in the palace for several decades.

An old man in the palace like him didn't have any job. Apart from taking orders from Emperor Qing, his only job was to chat with the Queen Mother.

He seemed to belong here since birth, and he was very familiar with every brick, every blade of grass and every tree here.

He didn't like to leave the palace, for him it was the same whether inside or outside the palace. Therefore, this place was his whole world.

But now, all this has been changed by someone - he can't even take down the person in front of him!

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Wu Zhu turned around and used his body skills to flee at high speed. Seeing this, Hong Sixiang hurriedly followed him, and while the two were chasing and fleeing, they had already arrived at the edge of the palace wall.

Because Wuzhu was walking up the wall, Hong Sixiang behind him shortened the distance and immediately hit Wuzhu's back with all his strength!

"Stay!"

At this moment, a trace of force attacked first, but the person on the wall was only slightly paused and then had no effect anymore, which made Hong Sixiang feel indescribably uncomfortable.

Faced with this move, Wuzhu immediately pulled back the sword in his right hand and put the sword behind his back. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he managed to block the palm once again!

"Empress Gu?" The old eunuch's eyes were cold at this moment, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Although you have changed your sword moves, how can you hide it from me? You are a disciple of Si Gu Jian, and your martial arts are even stronger than Yun Zhilan!"

Hong Sixiang frowned, a little hesitant.

Seeing that Wuzhu did not stop, Hong Sixiang looked back at the palace. Seeing that there was no movement and Yan Xiaoyi was still there, he felt relieved, used his Qinggong to climb up the wall, and chased Wuzhu away.

The wind whistled in the air. Without the taboos of the palace and the obstacles of the scattered palaces, the two of them increased their speed to the fastest!

He was just running at full speed, and every time he lifted his legs, he would jump a long distance.

The other one, on the other hand, had graceful movements, with all his energy concentrated in his legs. He moved as if he was free from gravity, and his figure was blurry.

In just a moment, the two of them had already walked a long way away from the palace.

Wu Zhu calculated the time and felt that he did not control it well enough. He did not hesitate any more and, without reducing his speed at all, he turned around and swung out with his sword at the same speed, contrary to common sense!

You know, this kind of full-force sudden stop and reverse attack would bring a huge impact on the legs, but the person in front of him seemed to have no feeling. This made Hong Sixiang feel surprised for the first time.

He could only bite the bullet and thrust his palms forward with all his energy to block.

This force caused him to be blown away, and he took a few steps back before stopping. Hong Sixiang looked up, and saw that everything around him was quiet, so where was the figure of the mysterious man?

I searched carefully without giving up, but found nothing. It was as if the man had disappeared out of thin air.

Hong Sixiang stood there silently. He did not return to the palace immediately, but just circulated his true energy on the spot.

He suffered internal injuries!

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Time goes back to half an hour ago. Fan Xian was like a black cat, moving nimbly between various buildings and guards.

He frowned as he moved towards the Queen Mother's bedroom.

Why is it so easy? Are the guards of this palace all fools? How can they be so weak?

He didn't even think about it. If Wuzhu hadn't undergone the devilish training of cliff jumping and mountain climbing in Danzhou, how could he have acquired such skills?

Just climbing the palace wall without being discovered is enough to stump even the most skilled martial artist.

Fan Xian carefully avoided the secret sentries, recalling in his mind all the details of the map drawn by his sister, and soon he arrived outside the Queen Mother's bedroom - Hanguang Palace.

There was a peaceful atmosphere here, and even the air around was filled with the smell of spices.

Unlike others, Fan Xian had a naturally sensitive nose and he smelled a stench of decay.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, many palace maids along the way were too sleepy and kept their eyes open and closed, which allowed him to arrive here safely.

Without hesitation, Fan Xian slipped in silently.

After taking out the incense that he had prepared long ago and lighting it, he waited silently.

After a while, the incense took effect.

The old lady on the bed began to breathe more slowly, and even the female official on duty in the outer room of the bedroom fell asleep on the table.

Fan Xian then leisurely walked out from behind the pillar, listened to Uncle Wu Zhu's words, went straight to the head of the Queen Mother's bed, pulled back the quilt, and indeed found the secret compartment.

After pulling out the dagger and inserting it along the gap, he applied a little force and pried open the secret compartment.

At this time, the Queen Mother was mumbling something in her sleep, which made Fan Xian a little uneasy. Strictly speaking, this woman was still his own grandmother!

But now I have to sneak in here to replace things, which messes up the relationship!

With an expressionless face and steady hands, he took out the items and found a stack of white silk, a letter and a key!

The letter was sealed. Although Fan Xian wanted to read the contents inside, time was too tight and he could not restore the envelope flawlessly, so he gave up.

Without hesitation, he took the key made of unknown material and put it into the belt at the back. He put all the other things back in place, restoring everything to its original state.

Fan Xian stood up and walked out of the hall, hurrying out.

Perhaps it was because it was already late at night and people could not go against common sense. Even the palace guards were in low spirits and were just standing there to do their duty.

Fan Xian left the palace faster than he came in, and in a short while he arrived outside the palace.

"Sir, here!" Wang Qinian leaned out from a dark corner and shouted in a low voice.

Fan Xian walked quickly towards Wang Qinian. After he got on the carriage, he pulled down the black cloth on his face and said softly, "Go to the locksmith, and be quick."

"By the way, although there is no curfew in the city, is it too much to take a carriage?"

Wang Qinian explained, "This is the carriage of the Supervisory Council. No one has checked it."

After hearing this, Fan Xian finally felt relieved and secretly praised Wang Qinian for his flawless actions.

The carriage drove into a remote courtyard, where someone was already waiting.

In about a cup of tea, a counterfeit key that is 80% similar to the original key was produced. If someone who is not familiar with it compares it, it will be difficult to tell the real one from the fake.

Fan Xian was shocked. Without any professional modern tools, it was possible to make something like this in such a short time. This made him very curious. He smiled and asked, "What did you do before?"

"This..." The locksmith's face flashed with panic, and he was sweating profusely in an instant. He replied weakly, "It's just a thief. But, but Wang Qinian promised not to pursue the matter."

Hey, it seems like I am in the same business as myself tonight! Fan Xian laughed.

The two men left the yard, and the carriage returned along the original route. Fan Xian prepared to return to the palace.

"You go back first." Fan Xian said in a deep voice, with a hint of gratitude in his tone: "From now on, it's all my business."

"Sir, do you need a locksmith?" Wang Qinian hesitated to speak.

"I know what you mean." Fan Xian paused for a moment, and without thinking too much, he gave an answer: "He did help me, so why did it come to this?"

When Wang Qinian breathed a sigh of relief, Fan Xian said, "Just in case, let's send him out of the city to avoid the limelight. Let him come back after the matter is settled."

After hearing this, Wang Qinian agreed.

He was just about to say something naughty and ask for some silver, but when he saw that Fan Xian looked exhausted, he stopped talking.

Yes, after what happened in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests that night and drinking so much wine, he is now completely focused on sneaking into the palace. If someone else were to come, they might not be able to hold out.

"Then I will take my leave first."

After saying this, Wang Qinian got off the carriage.

Chapter 80 Emotionally stable Li Yunrui.

Listening to the night watchman's sounds in the distance outside the carriage, Fan Xian silently calculated the time.

His plan was not disrupted and has been going very smoothly so far.

'Just put the fake back and you'll be safe.'

When the carriage approached the palace, Fan Xian controlled the speed and slowly stopped the carriage. Then he changed to walking, like a ghost, close to the wall again and returned along the road.