Arknights, are you a good person?

There seems to be an invisible sword between heaven and earth.

Thinking of a certain possibility, the old lieutenant's face turned slightly pale, a streak of sickly red quickly crept up his cheek, and his fingers shrank back as if they had been electrocuted.

Blood was splattered on the floor of Tingyu Tower.

He looked back and saw that the old tutor, who had stood up with him just now, had sat back down without him noticing.

The Master was drinking tea calmly.

"Who is he?" he repeated.

“Qi Yuan, you are the most talented disciple I have ever seen in my life.” The Taifu’s beard curled up slightly.

People are afraid of comparison.

This

"The surname is Qi... No, Qi Yuan should be his pseudonym. The swordsman has the aura of a true dragon. It's like the battlefield thousands of years ago reappeared. There is no such person in the current true dragon bloodline."

The general muttered something, tore off his tattered sleeves, and threw the piece of tattered brocade into the rain.

The invisible sword still lingered in the air. Countless raindrops fell from the night sky like countless sharp knives. The brocade was cut into tiny pieces before it hit the ground.

"How did you hide Qi Yuan so well?"

The general said he couldn't understand.

"No comment." The Grand Tutor pursed his lips, not being happy or sad because of things. "We are all officials in the court. It is natural to promote the younger generation. There is no such thing as hiding or cultivating them with all our strength. It's just that you didn't notice it."

"..."

This is just a lie.

The general coughed violently three times and spat a mouthful of blood into the rain, which washed it away completely.

The sword energy has mostly subsided, and the real dragon's rage has also come to an end.

He was silent for a long time.

"I still can't catch up with you."

"Don't say that. The three ministers are equal in status. Among the six ministries, I am in charge of the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Rites, and you are in charge of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Works. There is no difference between the two." The Taifu was still so secretive.

"My orders have to go through layers of handwritten orders, and it takes at least three days to reach the local places. But you can come up with a strategy in the morning and run all over Da Yan in the time it takes to stick an incense stick. My majesty is abstract and distant, but your image is always concrete, affecting all Da Yan officials equally..."

The general shook his head with a sigh.

"You're changing the subject." The Master interrupted him calmly and slowly put down the teacup.

"I will go to Your Majesty to plead guilty tomorrow morning."

The general looked like he was not burdened by too many debts: "But Qi Yuan really can't get too close to Sui's family. If you are affected, I'm sure you know the consequences."

"?"

The master frowned and looked at the old man silently.

"Especially a guy like the old man. His influence is subtle and many of his methods are like snakes in the grass and gray lines. I don't know how long it will take to see the impact."

The general said seriously, "If many years later, when Qi Yuan climbed onto that chair, he reached out and touched the back of his head and pulled out a dark chess piece, how would you explain it?"

"..."

Why isn't the old master talking?

The general's face was as pale as gold paper. Although it was a cold day, beads of sweat the size of beans were still pouring down his forehead.

The rain kept falling and the atmosphere was not very harmonious.

The Master threw down his teacup and slowly walked to the front of the rain curtain. Seeing Qi Yuan drawing his sword in the alley, he suppressed the suspicion in his eyes, turned around and asked indifferently, "Have you ever been to Longmen?"

"?"

"Are you playing against the old man, or am I playing against the old man every day?"

Lieutenant: "..."

He was suddenly speechless.

Before he could answer, the Grand Tutor suddenly strode over, his crimson official robe fluttering in the wind, and a pair of old, strong hands grasped the Grand Commandant's shoulders.

"what……?"

"what!"

Screams echoed in Tingyu Tower, and then calm returned in an instant. A spring thunder full of vitality exploded in the air, illuminating half of the night sky.

In the blink of an eye, the building was empty.

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Boom - boom - boom.

Spring thunder exploded continuously. Qi Yuan suddenly looked up at the straight streak of lightning that streaked across the sky. It exploded for two or three seconds before disappearing at the edge of the skyline.

"That old guy made a move."

Xi's indifferent voice came out from the album: "How can straight lightning be beautiful at all?"

She was disgusted.

Qi Yuan also knew that Xi's disdain was entirely due to fear, but he also raised his head and looked at the traces of spring thunder in the sky:

"Is this an illusion? Why do I feel like the Master is a little slow this time?"

"I'm old."

Xi sarcastically said calmly.

The Rain Alley, which was in the midst of a fierce battle just now, suddenly returned to calm, from extreme movement to extreme stillness, leaving behind the corpses of assassins all over the ground.

The rain was still heavy, and the bright red blood spread along with the rain. Qi Yuan walked forward on the water, as if he was walking through a pool of blood.

"I drew a picture. I'm not giving it away or selling it. I'm just showing it to you."

The door slowly opened, and a slender green flowered arm stretched out from inside, with only five fingers cautiously exposed.

Throw out a painting, then retract it as if electrocuted.

Qi Yuan took a closer look.

The person in the painting turned out to be himself, sitting on the flower bed with a sad face, barefoot, blood pouring out of his shoes, and behind him were corpses all over the ground.

"After all, he is a painter, so his observation skills are strong."

Qi Yuan shook his head.

Qi Yuan held an umbrella and carried a knife, and walked out of the rain alley against the heavy rain, looking like a master and extremely cool and unrestrained.

But he didn't wear rain boots.

Xi obviously noticed it and even picked up a pen to draw a picture to mock him.

It's really nasty.

The picture on the rice paper dissolved in water and became blurry after just a few glances, gradually disappearing in the rain. It really fits Xi's words of just showing it to him.

"This sword is really powerful."

Qi Yuan was very proud and complacent.

I felt like I was floating when I walked.

In fact, he was far from being as nonchalant as he appeared. He had been preparing for this for a whole day, practicing the sword-drawing posture over and over in his mind. The capital city also gave him face and it rained at night, raising the atmosphere to its climax.

Ambush on a rainy night.

The young swordsman Qi Yuan carries both a sword and an umbrella.

"This sword has some of the momentum that Lord Wei demonstrated to me. At that time, Lord Wei put his two fingers together, and the invisible sword energy penetrated the heavy rain curtain and cut off the eaves beast."

Qi Yuan was filled with emotion: "I never thought that I would have this day."

"When was that?"

Xi couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked again.

In her mind emerged the scene where the young boy Qi Yuan saw the profound sword skills, and with a look of longing on his face he became the disciple, and after years of diligent study and hard training he finally got to where he is today.

Qi Yuan showed a nostalgic expression: "Three months, or two months ago."

evening:"?"

433: You need to show off in a complete way

On purpose, absolutely on purpose.

But Xi didn't have any good countermeasures, she just hid in the conversation and stopped talking to Qi Yuan. Qi Yuan wouldn't even notice, after all, Xi was usually quite autistic.

It seems that the poisonous tongue cannot be more poisonous.

Qi Yuan stepped on his boots filled with water and began to look at the results of the battle.

It was not the corpses of assassins all over the ground, but the Tingyu Tower standing in the distance. At that time, he just pointed his sword at Lao Deng on the building through the heavy rain, and the corpses on the ground were just obstacles between him and Lao Deng.

They are no different from the rain.

"The straight-line distance is about six hundred meters..." Qi Yuan stretched out his fingers to measure the distance between the two.

"It just cut Lao Deng's hand. It's normal for the power of the sword to be weakened after such a long distance. The Chixiao sword technique really gave me a surprise."

Qi Yuan was not disappointed by the power within three feet.

With a gentle swing of the sword, it seemed as if all the raindrops within three feet around him were cut in half. Qi Yuan couldn't help but recall that mysterious feeling.

The only problem is...

"It's handsome, and it's mysterious, but where's the gleam of my sword that shines brightly in the dark?"

Qi Yuan muttered to himself and walked out of the alley, leaving the corpses completely in the darkness.

The darkness of the capital city was enough to digest them all in one night without causing any waves.

Qi Yuan looked around and his face darkened.

The bustling food street was now extremely deserted, with not a single lighted shop. The smooth little combo that Qi Yuan had prepared in his mind was instantly useless.

"I should have thought of it earlier... If they want to kill someone, then they can kill him. Why do they have to close down all the restaurants?"

"Tsk tsk tsk." Xi's sarcastic voice came out.

"You've read too many martial arts novels, haven't you? On a dark and windy night, when someone kills someone, he leisurely walks to the wine stand and calls for the waiter to serve some wine. Do you think that's cool?"

"Don't be impatient yet."

Qi Yuan stopped Xi and walked several hundred meters with his sword in hand. Finally, he found a small stall that was open for business. Qi Yuan looked around a few more times but didn't see any stall selling alcohol.

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that."

Qi Yuan decided to go for broke, holding his sword upside down, and walked towards the stall in a very cool manner.

A heroic demeanor.

"Waiter, bring two roasted sweet potatoes." Qi Yuan waved his sleeves in a casual manner, "I'll pay with Longmen coins."

Fortunately, nothing more embarrassing happened, such as the stall owner refusing to accept Longmen coins.

Although Longmen coins are also used in the capital, as an international currency that has gone abroad from Yan State, there are still many individual business owners who do not recognize them. They only recognize the copper-cast Dayan Tongbao.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Xi shook his head and swore secretly that he must draw today's scene to let the world know how miserable Qi Yuan was and how he was seeking fame and reputation. He was just a superficial person who liked to show off.

for sure!

"Superficial, shallow, stubborn, ugly..." Xi kept muttering in the studio.

As I was thinking, the door of the studio slowly opened a crack.

A sweet potato rolled in. Xi looked at it with a puzzled look on her face as it stopped in the middle of the studio and rolled out a black carbon trail. Confusion and anger instantly filled her pupils.

"Qi Yuan!"

It seems that I have to put a lock on the door of the studio. If Qi Yuan can open the door and walk in anytime and anywhere, he will definitely take advantage of me later.

Throw a sweet potato at her place today and she’ll park her car tomorrow.