Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Three days later, at midnight, on the western outskirts of Wuyin Town, thick night fog, wrapped in the smell of rotten leaves, seeped into the cracks in the mine.

The torches on the cave wall flickered, making the Tang Sect Master's python-patterned cloak covered with dark patterns appear as scarlet as blood.

He raised his hand to stop the Blood Blade Sect elder who was about to hand over the wooden box, and uttered a hoarse sneer from under his bronze mask: "The Lingxi Grass belongs to the Tang Sect. As for your reward..."

Before he could finish his words, dozens of poisoned iron chains suddenly dropped from the ceiling of the cave, trapping everyone from the Blood Knife Sect in the center.

"Old man Tang!" the Blood Blade Sect elder shouted angrily as he swung his sword to cut the chain. However, the blade was spotted with black spots the moment it touched the chain. "How dare you use the Bone Erosion Powder!"

A fishy, ​​sweet, poisonous fog filled the mine, dyeing the light of the torches an eerie green.

Just as the two factions were fighting fiercely, the clear sound of a jade flute was heard from outside the cave.

Shui Bingxin's white clothes were stained with blood, and the sword energy from Yu Di slashed through the poisonous fog: "Tang Sect thieves, today is the day you die!"

Behind her, Lian Xin led the disciples of the Divine Water Palace to set up the "Spirit Water Killing Formation". The dark blue water waves surged on the cave wall, sweeping in all the Tang Sect disciples who were fleeing towards the cave entrance.

The people from Yihua Palace launched a surprise attack from the side passage of the mine.

Yao Yue's red palace dress fluttered in the wind, and the soft whip in her hand was wrapped with silver barbs, which was specifically designed to hit the vital points of the Tang Sect masters.

When she caught a glimpse of the wrinkled face of the old Sect Master Tang, the immense hatred from twenty years ago ignited in her eyes - it was this man who had forced her lover to marry someone else and eventually died under her sword.

"Old thing, it's time to pay back today!" Her whip wrapped around the neck of the old Tang Sect Master like a poisonous snake, but she didn't notice that a bone-piercing nail was coming through the air in the dark.

When Meng Qiqi and Qinglan arrived, the mine was already a Shura field.

The disciples of the Blood Knife Sect fell in the poisonous fog, and the people of the Tang Sect were surrounded and killed by the Shuanggong Sect and were forced to retreat step by step.

"Sister, be careful!" Meng Qiqi suddenly pulled Qinglan and rolled over to avoid the attack. A tongue of fire passed over their heads - someone triggered the mechanism deep in the mine, and magma slowly seeped out along the cracks in the stone wall.

"Grand Palace Master!" Qinglan's exclamation tore through the air.

Meng Qiqi turned her head and saw that Yao Yue was pierced through the chest by the hidden weapon of the old Tang Sect Master, but he was still holding the other party tightly.

The two rolled in the magma, and Yao Yue's last laugh mixed with the roar of flames: "It's been twenty years... I can finally go to see you..."

"Sister!" Lian Xin swung his sword and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Tang Wuying.

This abandoned disciple who had been trapped in the Shenshui Palace for many days had a crazy light in his eyes: "Shui Bingxin, I want you to be buried with Mi'er!"

The torrential rain of pear blossom needles he threw out covered the sky. Shui Bingxin waved her flute to block them, but her old injury relapsed due to running around for days, and a bloody wound was pierced on her shoulder.

Meng Qiqi crushed the thunder bomb in her arms, soared into the air with an explosion, and aimed her soft sword straight at Tang Wuying's back.

At the critical moment, Qinglan threw a dagger to block the deadly hidden weapon for her.

The two men fought with Tang Wuying back to back, but suddenly he showed a strange smile and pressed the mechanism on his waist - a teeth-grinding sound of stones cracking came from the top of the mine.

"Hurry up! The mine is about to collapse!" Lian Xin ignored his injuries and pulled Shui Bingxin back towards the cave entrance.

Meng Qiqi took a last look at the two charred corpses entangled in the lava, and was pulled by Qinglan into the rain.

Behind him, the mine collapsed with a roar, and the smoke and dust raised by it covered half of the night sky, as if even the heaven and earth were putting a bloody end to this feud that spanned twenty years.

Heavy rain washed away the scorched earth after the mine collapsed, and the smell of blood mixed with rainwater flowed along the gullies.

Meng Qiqi knelt in the mud and tremblingly took out two dark brown recovery pills from her sleeve.

Shui Bingxin half leaned in Qinglan's arms, her bloodstained white clothes clinging to her skin, the wound on her shoulder scratched by the raindrops was a strange blue-black color; Lian Xin sat slumped on the rubble, his right arm hanging at an unnatural angle, and there was a clot of blood in his hair.

"Two seniors, take this first." Meng Qiqi handed the pill to their lips, her fingertips slightly cold due to nervousness.

Shui Bingxin gave her a deep look, then swallowed it without asking any questions. Lian Xin, holding on to his last bit of strength, smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry to have caused trouble for you young ones..."

The pill melts in your mouth, with a hint of herbal sweetness and bitterness.

After a while, the black energy on Shui Bingxin's shoulders gradually dissipated. She stood up with the help of the jade flute, and a hint of blood appeared on her pale face.

Tang Wuying's unwilling curses could be heard in the distance - several disciples of Shenshui Palace were escorting him down the mountain, who was covered in wounds.

"Shenshui Palace will remember the kindness shown by Yihua Palace today." As Shui Bingxin turned around, the moonlight illuminated the murderous intent in her eyes. "Tang Wuying, I want him to see with his own eyes that the Tang Clan pays for their actions."

Lian Xin struggled to get up and used his uninjured hand to press the wound on his waist that was bleeding.

She looked at the smoke and dust still rising from the direction of the mine, and thought of her sister Yaoyue's last smile. Her eyes couldn't help but feel sore. "Let's go back to Yihua Palace... The Grand Palace Master's funeral arrangements still need to be taken care of."

The mountain road on the way back was eerily silent, with only the sound of horses' hooves trampling the puddles.

Meng Qiqi was riding on a horse, and the porcelain bottle of recovery pills hidden in her arms was hurting her ribs.

She knew that Shui Bingxin and Lian Xin were not without doubts - this kind of pill that could suppress the poison and heal serious injuries in a short period of time was difficult to refine even in the pharmacies of Shenshui Palace and Yihua Palace.

But the two of them kept silent tacitly. In the martial arts world, who doesn't walk on the edge of a knife with secrets?

Qinglan reached out and gently held her hand. The warmth of his palm dispelled some of the chill: "Don't think too much."

She lowered her voice, "Today's events will likely cause even greater disturbances. Although the Blood Blade Sect and the Tang Sect have suffered heavy losses, the remaining forces will definitely not give up."

Meng Qiqi looked at Lian Xin's thin back in front of her, and thought of Yao Yue's resolute look when she died in the sea of ​​fire, and a wave of sadness surged in her heart.

The position of Grand Palace Master of Yihua Palace is vacant, Lian Xin is still seriously injured and has not recovered. How can these disciples protect the palace in this undercurrent of the world?

When we reached the foot of Yihua Palace Mountain, the morning mist was gradually dissipating.

The lanterns on the palace wall seemed a little dim in the dawn light, but they were still stubbornly lit.

Lian Xin turned around and looked at the two disciples, a trace of satisfaction on his pale face: "You have made great contributions this time..."

She suddenly started coughing violently, and the blood seeping from between her fingers stained her plain sleeves red. "But remember, the world is never black and white. Today's victory is just..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar.

A Yihua Palace disciple came galloping over on horseback, the letter in his hand wrinkled from the rain. "Second Palace Master! This is bad! The Blood Blade Sect and the Five Poison Sect are allied and attacking the mountain in front of Yihua Palace!"

Lian Xin's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he forced himself to get on the horse: "Let's go!"

She gripped the reins tightly, and her sleeves lifted up as she turned around, revealing the broken jade pendant at her waist - that was Yao Yue's favorite accessory in her life, and now it was broken into two pieces, just like the precarious situation in the martial arts world.

Meng Qiqi and Qinglan looked at each other and drew out their soft swords at the same time.

The fighting in the mine seemed to be still before our eyes, but a new crisis was already coming like a tide.

They sped away behind Lian Xin. In the morning mist, the towering palace of Yihua Palace looked like an isolated island about to be engulfed by war under the blood-red rising sun.

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The battle at Yihua Palace was truly brutal.

The palace walls were burned black, and the ground was littered with broken weapons and torn flags.

The Blood Knife Sect, the Five Poisons Sect, and the Tang Sect joined forces to attack, and the Yihua Palace had to fight with all its might to hold on to its foundation.

The second palace master Lian Xin was seriously injured and lay in bed without waking up. Many of his disciples also lost their lives.

Meng Qiqi was ruthless on the battlefield.

She waved her soft sword, dodging the poisonous fog and blocking the hidden weapons, and she suffered countless injuries.

No one knew where she got the strength from, but she single-handedly defeated several masters from the Five Poisons Sect and the Blood Knife Sect.

Those people looked at her with fear and surprise, as if they had seen a ghost.

When the battle was over, everyone realized that the three once invincible sects had been completely defeated.

The Blood Knife Sect's stronghold was burned down, the Five Poison Sect members fled without a trace, and the Tang Sect's lair was also destroyed. The names of these sects no longer appeared in the martial arts world.

After the war, Yihua Palace was quiet, and the sounds of repairing houses and burying the dead could be heard everywhere.

Meng Qiqi watched all this and felt extremely uncomfortable.

She recalled her conversation with Grand Palace Master Yaoyue, and the days when she and Senior Sister Qinglan went through life and death together. Now the Grand Palace Master was gone, Second Palace Master Lianxin was still in a coma, and although Yihua Palace was saved, it seemed that it could never go back to the way it was before.

One night, Meng Qiqi found Senior Sister Qinglan.

Under the moonlight, the two sat at the foot of the palace wall and did not speak for a long time.

Finally, Meng Qiqi took out a letter from her bosom: "Senior Sister, I want to leave."

Qinglan took the letter and saw the words "death news" written on it in the moonlight.

She immediately understood that Meng Qiqi was planning to fake her death and leave.

"Have you really thought it through?" Qinglan's voice trembled a little.

Meng Qiqi nodded: "After this battle, I have gained a reputation in the martial arts world. But I don't want to be trapped in the sect forever. I want to see the outside world and be a free knight."

The next day, news came from Yihua Palace that Meng Qiqi had died after being seriously injured.

Everyone felt it was a pity that such a good disciple was gone just like that.

In fact, Meng Qiqi had already left under the cover of darkness.

She changed into ordinary gray cloth clothes, wrapped the soft sword in her bag, and only brought some dry food and water.

Qinglan stood at the palace gate, watching Meng Qiqi's back getting farther and farther away.

In the distance are rolling mountains, and the clouds on the horizon are dyed red by the rising sun.

From then on, there was one less disciple of Yihua Palace in the world, but one more chivalrous swordsman.

No one knew where she went. There were only occasional rumors that there was a girl who wielded a soft sword and helped the common people drive away bandits and rescued weak women who were bullied.

And these stories, like the wind, slowly spread throughout the world.

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The desert wind and sand, accompanied by the sound of camel bells, swept across the sand dunes. Meng Qiqi leaned against the mottled wooden pillar of the inn, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the soft sword at her waist.

Since leaving Yihua Palace, she has traveled all over the snowy plains of the northern frontier and the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River. She has changed the wine gourds around her waist many times, but the red tassel on her sword has always remained as bright as before.

That day, deep in the Gobi Desert in the Western Regions, she accidentally rescued an old Taoist priest who was being chased by horse thieves. To express his gratitude, the priest gave her a gray-white stone tablet engraved with strange patterns.

"This stone may seem ordinary, but it can resonate with heaven and earth." The old Taoist priest said with a blazing gaze before leaving. "If the young lady has the opportunity, perhaps she can unravel the mystery."

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the inn, and the stone suddenly felt hot in his arms.

Meng Qiqi rushed into the wind and sand, only to see a purple lightning streak across the sky, striking the valley a hundred miles away.

She rushed forward with her sword in hand. In the rocky mountain stream, a transparent stone emitting a faint glow was suspended in mid-air - it was the legendary Void Stone that contained the laws of heaven.

"So that's how it is..." She looked at the star patterns flowing on the surface of the virtual stone, and finally understood that what the old Taoist said was true.

The moment the virtual stone slowly melted into her palm, countless fragments of memories flooded into her mind: the tragic battle between ancient monks for this object, the fragments of laws scattered when the way of heaven collapsed... and the one in her hand actually contained the power to communicate between different time and space.

A hundred years pass in the blink of an eye.

When Meng Qiqi stood in front of the former site of Yihua Palace again, the once majestic palace had long since turned into ruins. Only the Lingxi grass on the back mountain was still growing tenaciously, swaying gently in the wind.

She had white hair, but still stood tall and straight. The sword hanging on her waist was no longer a soft sword, but an ancient short sword made of void stone.

"It's time to go back." She whispered softly to the empty valley, and the dagger shone brightly, engulfing her in a brilliant starry sky.

When I regained consciousness, a soft white light enveloped the surroundings.

System Xiaojiu's electronic voice rang out with a long-lost joy: "Welcome home, host! We have detected that you are carrying the Heavenly Dao-level item 'Void Remnant Stone'. The completion rate of this mission is 200%!"

Meng Qiqi looked around the familiar system space, and dense data was jumping on the holographic screen.

The hundred years of martial arts world are like a dream. She has experienced life and death battles and witnessed the warmth and coldness of the world.

"Xiaojiu, what will the next world be like?" She stroked the virtual stone gently, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Host, please wait a moment. Matching is in progress..." Xiaojiu's voice was mysterious. "This world may resonate unexpectedly with the Void Stone in your hand!"

The light came on again, Meng Qiqi gripped the dagger tightly, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of her lips.