The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Yu Shenghan's body suddenly stiffened.

The Joyful Taoist?

He never dreamed that An Qing would call out that name at the party.

"How could you know? No, even if you knew, it wouldn't matter. You would still die, because I have the real Hidden Arrow!"

The Joyful Taoist quickly calmed down.

He also makes veiled accusations; what is he afraid of?

He burst into laughter, a laugh that terrified everyone around him.

Those who came to participate in the martial arts competition never dreamed that the situation would develop to this point.

They saw An Qingwan draw her sword, an ordinary-looking sword.

They also saw the Happy Taoist pull out a square-shaped, sharp-edged weapon called "Hansha Sheying".

An Qingwan thrust out her sword.

The Joyful Taoist then pressed the switch to launch a veiled attack.

That sword strike was an earth-shattering strike!

That press was a press that made everyone's heart clench!

That sword strike was like the blazing sun that melts gold and molten stone, illuminating the entire Qingcheng Mountain!

That press was like a dragon emerging from the sea, bringing with it countless dark clouds!

That sword instantly traversed two zhang!

With that press, the silver box popped open, revealing a needle-like flower!

That sword finally pierced the heart of the Joyful Taoist.

That press, however, brought no further change; the needlework remained needlework, never actually being fired.

An Qingwan let go of her hand.

She was laughing; she had been laughing for a long time.

The Happy Taoist also released his grip.

He was smiling, but the smile on his face hadn't had time to disappear.

He stared intently at the sword, he stared intently at the blooming needle flowers, he stared intently at An Qingwan.

"how is this possible?"

P.S.: Thank you Night Breeze Feather and Orange Cat for the razor blades.

Above and below the eighty-nine heavens, only the King reigns supreme! [3k]

The cryptic blueprint he had painstakingly obtained turned out to be fake—a result that the Joyful Taoist could never have imagined.

After receiving the blueprints, he showed them to the craftsmen, and all of them said that they were exquisite structures that were breathtaking.

That was a flash of genius!

That was a stroke of genius, a stroke of good fortune!

He even tried out the veiled mechanism before it was sealed.

An ordinary needle is no longer a needle once it enters the realm of innuendo.

That was a fleeting bolt of lightning!

That was a shooting star streaking across the sky!

No one can accurately describe the brilliance of that injection, nor can anyone accurately describe its speed.

The replica of the Sand-Spitting Shadow is also a rare and ingenious concealed weapon.

But if we compare it to a real veiled attack, it's like comparing the glow of decaying grass to the bright moon in the sky.

How can it compare?

How can it be compared to that?

That was blasphemy, a blasphemy against the true king of hidden weapons!

It was precisely because he was so engrossed in the illusion woven by the true innuendo that the Joyful Taoist decided to stand up so readily.

Actually, according to the original plan, he shouldn't have shown up at this time.

In the original plan, he was supposed to play the role of a victim.

A victim who was ambushed by Moyu Valley and seriously injured, but managed to escape with his superb lightness skill and eventually exposed the evil deeds of Moyu Valley.

He was extremely lucky to obtain the cryptic blueprints, which changed his mind.

It was An Qingwan's appearance that made him determined to take this step.

He remembered An Qingwan's sword strike in Moyu Valley no matter what.

He was determined to break through that sword strike no matter what.

In addition, he had an even bigger idea that had been brewing for five years since he left the capital.

He should have achieved both goals at once.

however……

"When people are successful, they tend to overlook many things."

An Qingwan pulled the sword from Huanxi Daoren's heart.

No blood flowed from the chest of the Joyful Taoist; only a little strange black blood clung to the tip of his sword.

"Since I know you are the Joyful Taoist, and since I arrived at Qingcheng Mountain a few days ago, why did I wait until now to make my move?"

The Taoist priest's expression changed drastically; he finally understood.

"You've been waiting for this moment, waiting for the moment when your veiled attacks are completed, waiting for the moment when I, in my triumph, will voluntarily reveal all the plans!"

"That's it, you must have tampered with the innuendo!"

An Qingwan shook her head: "You're wrong again."

The Joyful Taoist was taken aback: "Did I make a mistake again?"

An Qingwan said, "It's not that I tampered with the hidden weapon. How could someone like me, who knows nothing about hidden weapons, tamper with such an exquisite hidden weapon?"

The Joyful Taoist asked eagerly, "Who is that? Could it be someone from the Jade Ink Valley?"

An Qingwan said, "They are indeed people from Moyu Valley, but not the current Moyu Valley people, but the Moyu Valley people from two hundred years ago."

Two hundred years ago?

A name suddenly popped into my mind.

"Zhou Lingyue!"

A hidden weapon works perfectly before the box is closed, but once the box is closed, a problem arises that no one can see. Who but the person who invented the hidden weapon could have done such a thing?

The Taoist priest thought of the letter left by Zhou Lingyue.

He finally understood.

Since Zhou Lingyue knew in advance that someone was going to steal the drawings and even left behind poisoned wine, why would he have deliberately put the real drawings inside the beads?

But he knew in his heart that the person he was trying to deceive was Gongsun Mo, and that he would never be able to fool Gongsun Mo with a fake picture, thus causing Gongsun Mo to become complacent and expose himself.

Therefore, he created a fake image that was 99% real, and no one except himself could tell it was fake.

That's brilliant.

Zhou Lingyue not only fooled Gongsun Mo, but also fooled him two hundred years later.

The Taoist priest smiled, but it was a bitter smile.

If he tried again after successfully making the veiled accusation, how could he possibly...

No.

He would never try.

Because of the tight schedule, he only had time to make this one indirect attack. If he tried it, where would he find a new indirect attack to kill An Qingwan and others in such a short time?

Especially other people.

An Qingwan had been watching from the shadows the whole time; she must have already planned everything.

There was one thing the Taoist priest still didn't understand.

"You dare to confront the veiled accusations because you're already certain the blueprints are flawed? But what if you're wrong, and Zhou Lingyue didn't actually think that far ahead? Wouldn't you die? Aren't you afraid of death?"

An Qingwan smiled but remained silent.

Isn't she afraid of death?

It probably will.

The main reason she dared to confront the veiled accusations was that after infiltrating Qingcheng Mountain, she obtained a copy of the blueprints from the craftsmen and even had Gongsun Hongdie create a veiled accusation based on the blueprints.

But there's no need to say such things aloud.

Maintaining an enigmatic image is never a bad thing.

Having received no answer, the joyful Taoist sighed and sat down on the ground.

"Heaven is not on my side!"

Everything went wrong because of An Qingwan.

If it weren't for An Qingwan...

You've made a mistake for the third time.

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out in the wilderness.

Everyone turned to look and saw that the speaker was Li Xintong, who was standing on a low peak a hundred feet away.

The Joyful Taoist exclaimed in surprise, "The third time?"

Li Xintong said, "When you took out the 'Hidden Sand Shot,' you aimed it not only at An Qingwan, but also at us. At that time, you wanted to kill us all, didn't you?"

Joyful Taoist: "..."

Li Xintong said, "We gave you the first story, you told the second story, but actually, what you really wanted to tell was the third story!"

"The third story?"

These words greatly alarmed some of the martial arts figures who had not yet completely fallen from grace.

Li Xintong continued, "Let me guess the content of the third story. It should be that the Great Guangming Sect colluded with the Li family of Yizhou and the Qingcheng Sect, suddenly launching an attack at the Qingcheng Martial Arts Tournament. Just when the heroes of Sichuan were almost wiped out, Moyu Valley, which saved the martial arts world of Sichuan two hundred years ago, stepped forward again and used innuendo to kill the people of the Great Guangming Sect and the Li family of Yizhou. In this story, there is no trace of you, Huanxi Daoren. You stirred up the waters, and then you withdrew. After that, everyone, including Garuda King, would only focus on Moyu Valley and would never have imagined that the innuendo was actually in your hands!"

The Happy Taoist sighed again: "That's right, it's just a pity that An Qingwan came and recognized me, which made it impossible for me to continue this story."

Li Xintong said, "I never regret it."

The Happy Taoist was puzzled.

Li Xintong said coldly, "It was indeed unexpected that you obtained the indirect blueprints, but even if you did use them to kill us, your story would never end. Because fate has never been on your side. You think you've hidden yourself well, but how could Garuda King believe someone like you who has no roots? While telling you the first story, Garuda King had already prepared another story for his plan!"

Another story?

The Joyful Taoist first thought of Garuda King's plan.

The core of this plan is to use the Qingcheng Martial Arts Tournament to kill many masters in the Sichuan martial arts world and throw it into chaos.

To prevent the world from discovering that the real culprit was the Li family of Yizhou, and the Great Light Ming Cult, King Garuda carefully selected a murderer for this major case—

Moyu Valley!

So, how do we pin the blame on Moyu Valley?

Stealing those innuendo-filled artifacts from Moyu Valley to kill people, and then sending a few survivors out to spread the word, isn't enough.

Mo Yugu can always find excuses, and there will always be people who question why he would kill someone in Qingcheng Mountain.

But if the reputation of Moyu Valley is completely ruined, no one will believe Moyu Valley's sophistry.

This is the task of the Joyful Taoist.