Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Dugu Jialuo was furious when Chengfeng pushed her, and she turned around and was about to get up.

A sharp sword appeared from the darkness like a ghost.

The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see its trajectory. It flew diagonally past Dugu Jialuo's body.

Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the air seemed to be cut apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

The voice seemed like the call of death, which made people shudder.

Dugu Jialuo was not clear about what had happened, she just felt a gust of wind passing by.

Then, a strand of her hair slowly fell to the ground.

Looking at the broken hair, her eyes widened with an expression of horror.

It all happened so fast that she had no time to react.

Just as she was about to scream, the sword turned again and flew towards her throat at an even faster speed.

At the critical moment, Chengfeng raised his hand and threw an inkstone on the table.

The inkstone drew an arc in the air, and with a sharp whistling sound, it slammed into the sword.

With a dull "bang", the inkstone and the sword collided in the air and instantly turned into powder and scattered on the ground.

The long sword was shaken off its direction and with a whoosh, it was nailed into the wall next to it.

The sword was still trembling slightly, making a buzzing sound, as if telling the thrilling scene that just happened.

Then, a masked man in mysterious clothes appeared from behind a pillar not far away.

His movements were light and agile, like a black ghost.

The masked man waved his hand, and the long sword on the wall fell into his hand. He swung the sword towards Dugu Jialuo.

Dugu Jialuo was terrified. She had never felt the threat of death so close before.

Her body involuntarily retreated behind Chengfeng, as if seeking the last refuge.

Princess Lanling was standing nearby, her face pale with fear. She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, and stood there in shock.

Chengfeng had a stern look on his face. He leaped forward and stood in front of Dugu Jialuo like a towering mountain.

The masked man's eyes were full of surprise and murderous intent, like a hungry cheetah, staring at Dugu Jialuo who was hiding behind Chengfeng.

"Step aside!"

The masked man's words were vague and cold, and the sword in his hand stabbed at Dugu Jialuo again like a poisonous snake.

Chengfeng had no weapon with him, so he quickly picked up a golden seal on the table beside him to resist.

Blocking the sword thrust by the masked man, Cheng Feng shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why do you dare to come to the palace to assassinate me?"

The masked man snorted coldly, ignored him, and raised his sword to fight with Chengfeng.

The swords intersected, making crisp collision sounds and sparks flying. Every collision was as shocking as thunder.

The masked man's swordsmanship was erratic and agile, and every move carried a deadly threat.

The long sword is like a flexible snake, sometimes winding forward, sometimes suddenly attacking, making it impossible to defend against.

Chengfeng's heart moved, he took a deep breath and responded calmly.

Although he had no weapons in his hands, he relied on his own skills to resolve the masked man's attacks time and time again.

After five rounds of fighting, Princess Lanling finally came to her senses. Her anxious voice echoed in the hall, instantly breaking the atmosphere around her.

"There's an assassin! Come and catch him!"

"Someone tried to assassinate my mother, quickly catch the assassin!"

As she shouted, the guards in the palace rushed over one after another.

They were dressed in armor and holding weapons, like a torrent of steel. In an instant, they surrounded the man in black in three layers.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the masked man's eyes flashed with panic, but he did not give up resistance. Instead, his swordsmanship became more agile and erratic, shocking.

Although Chengfeng was not afraid, he had no weapon in his hand and his skills were greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the surrounding guards also attacked the man in black.

Inside the palace, there were sounds of weapons clashing and shouts of killing.

The masked man's swordsmanship was extremely mysterious. Guards kept falling in pools of blood, and their weapons fell to the ground.

Chengfeng raised his hand gently, and a long sword on the ground was already in his hand.

With the long sword, it was like having wings. Chengfeng's swordsmanship was as smooth as flowing water. The sword energy was everywhere, and the spiritual energy was everywhere.

The masked man, who originally had the advantage over the crowd, was now at a disadvantage.

"You...who are you?"

The masked man's vague words sounded again, his eyes full of surprise and disbelief.

Cheng Feng chuckled and lowered his voice, "We are all on the same path together, so why do we have to know each other when we meet?"

The masked man's body trembled, his eyes suddenly changed. He attacked with several swords, killed dozens of guards around him, and flew out of the palace.

Watching the masked man disappear, Chengfeng did not chase after him.

This masked man gave him some inspiration in kendo.

Moreover, he had no grudge against her, so there was no need to hunt her down for the sake of the royal family.

After exchanging two moves with the masked man, Chengfeng recognized her swordsmanship.

In my mind, Gongsun Tainiang's graceful and agile sword posture was reflected.

Although it is not clear why Gongsun Tainiang wanted to assassinate the Queen.

However, this has nothing to do with me and is not something I should worry about.

Looking at the palace guards who were chasing after him, Chengfeng felt helpless. These people were no match for Gongsun Tainiang at all.

Gongsun Tainiang should have reached the level of a sword immortal. It would be fine if these people couldn't catch up with her, because if they did, they would just be courting death.

The assassin escaped and the tense atmosphere in the palace eased a little, but the thrilling aftertaste still lingered in the air.

Dugu Jialuo slowly recovered from her extreme fear. She was gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.

Her face was as pale as paper, completely bloodless, and there was still a lingering look of fear in her eyes.

That fear was like a shadow deeply engraved in the depths of his eyes, and it could not be shaken off.

Dugu Jialuo stood up slowly, her body still trembling slightly. Looking at the devastated scene around her, her heart was filled with gratitude for surviving the disaster.

Broken porcelain and overturned tables and chairs were scattered in a disorderly manner on the ground.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, which was the mark left by the guards' injuries in the fight with the assassins.

Princess Lanling hurried forward and held Dugu Jialuo's hands tightly with both of hers, her tone full of panic and worry.

"Mother, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Her eyes were slightly red, and she was obviously frightened by the scene just now.

Dugu Jialuo shook her head slightly. Although her heart was still in turmoil, she still tried to calm herself down and gave Princess Lanling a forced smile.

"I'm fine, thanks to Chengfeng's timely rescue, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. I must thank him very much."

Chengfeng stood aside with an indifferent expression, and did not show much concern for Dugu Jialuo's words of gratitude.

He smiled and said softly, "For a man from the countryside, it's just a small favor. It's not worth mentioning. I don't want to be an official, nor do I want to have any disputes with the royal family."

At the same time, he also stated that the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe wanted to return and did not want to be hindered or harmed in any way.

If the royal family wanted to take back the 3,000 taels of reward, they would immediately send someone to return it.

After hearing Chengfeng's request, Dugu Jialuo naturally agreed to everything.

To her, that little bit of money was nothing.

As the mother of a country, she possesses endless wealth and power. How could she care about just a few thousand taels of silver?

What's more, Chengfeng saved her life, and this kindness is far beyond what money can measure.

Soon, Dugu Jialuo sent someone to deliver two thousand silver coins as an additional reward.

She also issued a special decree to ensure that the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe could leave Beijing safely at any time and that no one could stop or harm them.

This decree was like a solid shield, paving the way for the departure of Hengda Song and Dance Troupe.

Chengfeng went to the palace, and on the surface, everything seemed to have been resolved.

He successfully stopped the assassin, protected Dugu Jialuo, and also secured a safe departure from Beijing and generous remuneration for the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe.

However, Chengfeng felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if the storm had not really subsided.

The group of people who came to the palace by the wind were like a breeze that blew away the gloom and crisis in Situ Yifan's heart.

What exactly happened? Situ Yifan didn't know, and Chengfeng didn't tell him.

But from Chengfeng's calm and composed attitude, he could still feel that things were not simple.

Despite this, he did not ask any more questions. Chengfeng had solved all the problems and brought back a generous reward, and Situ Yifan was overjoyed.

He immediately organized a team and began to pack his luggage in a hurry.

Five thousand taels of silver were carefully packed into a special wooden box and carried by several strong members of the team, ready to return to Qingcheng Mountain with the convoy.

The entire inn was a busy and orderly scene, and everyone was immersed in the joy of returning home.

Everything was ready, and the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe's carriage slowly drove out of the inn and started their journey home.

Watching the carriages and horses of the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe leave in a grand procession, a slender figure stood quietly under an old locust tree next to the inn, lost in thought.

Gongsun Tainiang was wearing a light blue dress and her long hair fluttered gently in the wind.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, including doubt, confusion, and a hint of resentment.

"Are you looking for me?"

A voice suddenly sounded. Chengfeng appeared under the locust tree like a ghost, looking at Gongsun Tainiang who was in deep thought with a smile.