Arknights, are you a good person?

"Yeah." Lin Qingyan couldn't refute and nodded.

Respect the elderly, right?

"Speaking of the Grand Tutor, he has been quite busy lately, and the atmosphere in the capital seems to be a little different. He asked me to bring you a message."

"You didn't come in person?" Qi Yuan was deeply surprised.

Normally, he would come over in person to tell about trivial matters, so asking someone to pass on the message must be a huge matter, right?

Qi Yuan listened carefully and found out it was just a small matter.

"A big event is about to begin. Assassins are like the wind and counselors are like rain. Do you want to withdraw directly or cooperate with the Grand Tutor to lure the snake out of its hole?"

"Where is my reward?" Qi Yuan asked back.

Lin Qingyan said skillfully: "If you do a good job, I will give you the fixed route from Baizao to Longmen... Qi Yuan, what does the Grand Tutor mean by this?"

What the Grand Tutor was talking about, of course, was giving Qi Yuan the power to teleport from Longmen to the capital at any time.

I haven't seen him during this period of time. I guess he has been thinking about whether it is worth it. I guess a lot of his white hair and beard have fallen out before he made this difficult decision.

"This is a secret between us..." Qi Yuan said mysteriously, keeping his mouth shut.

"Mmmmmmm!"

Lin Qingyan nodded slightly and said, if you don’t want to tell me, then don’t tell me.

Anyway, this is the last secret Qi Yuan has.

"I'll take this mission."

Qi Yuan waved his hand proudly: "Let the old master prepare the reward, and I will come to get it when the time comes."

Lin Qingyan nodded.

Unsurprisingly.

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In the evening, it was raining and the peach blossoms that had just bloomed were blown all over the ground. Qi Yuan walked out of Baizao Academy holding an umbrella, like a hungry college student who was dizzy after the library closed.

"I want to eat Bai Zao's special dishes, stewed pork, roast duck, and noodles with soybean paste."

He talked to himself, rubbed his belly and walked into the lonely rain alley, as if he wanted to cross the alley and reach the bustling food street opposite.

As soon as he entered the alley, Qi Yuan stopped and looked towards the end of the alley with a puzzled look on his face.

The streets were deserted and the alleys were dark.

The falling raindrops crushed the spring scenery in the puddles, and the peach petals were blown away by the rain like small boats, floating up and down several times.

suddenly.

Something flew out from the darkness at the end of the alley, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Ouch."

Qi Yuan was extremely surprised and praised: "It's quite a grand ceremony."

431: What level have my swordsmanship reached?

The flying object was not a hidden weapon, nor was it a ceremonial sword that represented a challenge. Qi Yuan reached out and intercepted it, then brought it closer to examine it for a while.

“My painting!”

Xi suddenly lost her composure: "No, this is a replica... Who did this!?"

She was very angry.

Any artist would feel extremely angry when seeing this picture, but this is not the time to just be angry.

She observed carefully through the cat's eye and reminded earnestly:

"Although this painting is a copy, it still has a use. If you unfold this painting when defending against an enemy, it can push the person into the painting, causing a momentary delay. Because it is a poor copy, it will probably last four or five seconds."

"Flash bomb, huh?"

Qi Yuan nodded: "I didn't expect your paintings could be used in this way."

This usage is probably the most serious offense to a painter. Xi would rather watch Nian tell crosstalk all day long than see her own paintings being ruined like this.

Although this is a rubbing version.

From this perspective, the enemy's purpose is already very clear.

That is to let Qi Yuan use these endless small props of the Sui Beast, and then announce this matter to the world. The most appropriate thing to do at this time should be to throw them away quickly and not use them, so as not to let the enemy in the dark seize the opportunity.

however--

Qi Yuan looked at the shadow in the alley, holding the imitation tightly, and shouted like a challenge: "Why don't you come out and fight?"

The man responded immediately and was very obedient.

The heavy footsteps were like the sound of drums. Dozens of men in black silently occupied all the ambush sites. The heavy rain flowed down their dark clothes. They were extremely silent, as if they came from the indissoluble darkness itself.

A murderous aura suddenly emerged.

Qi Yuan looked at the ancient and wild oil paint on their faces and asked in confusion, "Mountain and Sea Clan?"

Are you kidding me?

"When I was in Yumen, I could fight all of them alone. How come I didn't know that there were such powerful people among the Shanhai Clan?"

His question was answered by silence.

A man in black suddenly disappeared and rushed towards Qi Yuan, creating a series of splashes of water behind him.

The dagger in his hand reflected a cold light, and raindrops flowed along the metal surface. Qi Yuan could even see his own reflection on the surface of the dagger.

"awesome."

Qi Yuan praised him, and then threw the imitation copy away, and threw the umbrella in his hand upwards.

The scenery changed, as if a world of ink and wash painting suddenly descended. The rushing assassin suddenly froze, and Qi Yuan's punch followed closely.

boom!

The assassin who rushed over flew backwards at an even faster speed, splashing large drops of water.

The umbrella fell lightly and landed in Qi Yuan's hands again.

The whole process is rain-proof and non-sticky.

However, the assassin who fell to the ground had his eyes shining, and his excitement could not even be concealed by the black veil. He covered his mouth and made a hoarse sound of excitement.

“You used it!”

Qi Yuan used props related to the Sui Beast and the mission was completed!

I didn't expect it to be so easy.

"It's so boring to use imitations."

Qi Yuan was not surprised. He threw away the rubbing that could only be used once and took out a green scroll: "It's better to use the real thing so that others can see it and think that I can't afford it."

"what?"

The assassins suddenly lost their composure.

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A trace of surprise flashed across his face. He covered his mouth and coughed as if he was going to cough out his lungs. A tearing pain also came from his lungs.

"Old man, what makes you so uneasy?"

The general turned his head suddenly, looked at the other old man holding a cup of tea beside him, suppressed his cough and asked:

"Master Taifu, knowing that I was ill, you came to Tingyu Tower to tease me and participated in my tea party uninvited. Are you trying to make fun of me?"

"really."

The Master took a sip of tea and said, “It tastes neither salty nor bland.”

"..."

Taifu was not like this before. Who did he learn this from?

Thinking of this, the general coughed again.

This is a teahouse with four pillars supporting the green-tiled roof. The roof is airy on all sides and is extremely transparent, so you can see what is happening in every corner.

The bronze toad at the eaves holds an iron chain in its mouth. Rain falls along the chains, making a tinkling sound, which is quite elegant and interesting. Perhaps this is the origin of the name Tingyu Tower.

The general's eyes penetrated the rain and saw the one-sided battle taking place in the alley.

"you saw it?"

"The evil deeds of the Shanhai people have come to the capital. This is unforgivable. When this matter is over, I will issue an order for a strict investigation. But Master Taifu, do you feel the aura of the year?"

"felt it."

The master nodded.

Of course he saw the attack in the rain. Qi Yuan was not satisfied with the imitation, so he took out Xi's original work. Mountains and seas painted in ink fell one after another, and countless scenes changed. The ink was scattered into soldiers, bones were wailing, and blood flowed for thousands of miles...

These assassins were suddenly stunned, and then Qi Yuan's fist followed closely.

After a while, there were people lying on the ground.

Convenience is convenient.

But if Qi Yuan uses it so unscrupulously, doesn’t that make him the same as the agent of the Sui Beast?

Wouldn't it be better to use some thunder talismans? !

The old tutor couldn't figure out what Qi Yuan was doing and why he was so unscrupulous. The capital was not a place where Wei Yanwu could do whatever he wanted.

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“I’m getting a little tired of it.”

Qi Yuan put away the painting, and at the same time, Xi's cursing was also put away.

However, it's not over yet.

Another weapon flew out of the darkness. A dark yellow sword was stuck in the ground. The pattern on its surface looked like molten bronze. It was obvious at a glance that it was Nian's work.

Judging from the quality, it should be a practice work that was discarded casually.

"Isn't that a bit disrespectful?"

Qi Yuan said with a frown.

More men in black walked out of the alley. Under their expectant gaze, Qi Yuan gently raised his sword.

In Xi's space, in addition to practicing boxing, Qi Yuan also practiced swordsmanship.

But he hasn't tried it yet.

After such a long time, although it has not reached the [Cloud Rift] yet, it is definitely not something that Jueying can defeat. Qi Yuan is also a little curious about what results he can achieve by swinging his sword.

He raised his right arm and pointed at the Tingyu Tower high above, through the heavy rain curtains and the crossbow-wielding assassins who were on high alert.

The cool spring rain gradually fell, and the raindrops seemed to be disturbed by some invisible force and began to become swaying and slanting. No one could see or even perceive the storm that began to condense between heaven and earth.

A corner of the bluestone wall of the alley was suddenly broken.

The lanterns swaying upstairs suddenly fell down and went out in an instant.

Several screams were heard in the darkness.

The heavy raindrops began to tremble violently, as if they were being cut by a knife.

The two old men sitting upstairs suddenly sat up straight.

432: Qi Yuan is already a master

The heavy spring rain fell on the ground, on the sharp sword, and on the open umbrella. The umbrella swayed gently and was occasionally lifted by the wind, so that only a corner of the clothes of the young man holding the sword could be seen.

"Who is he?"

The general stretched out his hand, his skinny fingers trembling slightly.

He touched the rain curtain in front of him, and then his cuffs were cut diagonally, turning into pieces of cloth knocked off by the rain. A long wound spread along his fingers, revealing the bright red texture underneath.