The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 485

"No matter how difficult the road ahead is, as long as the four of us work together, there will be no difficulties that cannot be overcome." Ye Gucheng's words were like a war drum, inspiring everyone.

Nangong Yu and Liu Piaoxue smiled at each other, their eyes also burning with undying fighting spirit. The four of them joined hands and continued their journey. Their story will leave a strong mark in the world of martial arts.

The night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden and the stars were sinking. The wind blew through the dark forest, bringing bursts of chill. Ren Xiaoyao, known as the "free swordsman" in the martial arts world, stood alone in front of an abandoned ancient temple, staring at the temple door with a sharp gaze. There was a duel between him and his old enemy "Blood Hand" Du Sha.

Ten years had passed, and every day's sword-fighting was for tonight's reckoning. Du Sha, this name haunted him like a nightmare, reminding him of his unfinished mission with every breath.

The temple door creaked open slowly, and a blood-red figure appeared in the dimness. Du Sha held a blood-red long sword in his hand. The blade carried the memories of countless past battles, which was a disregard and harvest of life.

"Ren Xiaoyao, you are quite courageous. You came to me on your own initiative. Today, I will let you see the true power of my Bloody Hand."

Ren Xiaoyao had a faint smile on his face and pointed his sword towards the sky: "Du Sha, I'm only seeking justice for those innocent lives lost. Make your move!"

Du Sha's figure teleported, turning into blood-red lightning, with numerous blade shadows, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the momentum was shocking. However, Ren Xiaoyao was like a leaf falling in the wind, his sword light was like water, soft but firm, and every time he swung his sword, he cleverly resolved Du Sha's attack.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, both of them were sweating and breathing heavily. Du Sha's eyes became more fierce, his sword skills were better than before, and every move was deadly. However, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to have revealed a flaw at this moment, and his body was slightly stagnant, causing Du Sha's attack to become more fierce.

"Accept your fate, Ren Xiaoyao!" Du Sha roared, and the blood-red long sword was like a tornado, heading straight for Ren Xiaoyao's throat.

Just between life and death, Ren Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly became sharp, the true energy in his body burst out, and the tip of the sword passed like a meteor, pointing accurately at Du Sha's heart!

"Have you forgotten that I, Ren Xiaoyao, the free and easy swordsman, will never just sit and wait for death?" His voice was filled with fatigue, but more of it was relief.

Du Sha was unable to react in time, blood splattered, his huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and the bloody long sword slid down powerlessly. Ren Xiaoyao retracted his sword and glanced around. Everything was finally calm. Only the wind whispered in his ear, telling the legend of this decisive battle.

"The road of Jianghu is long and grudges are hard to settle. Du Sha, your swordsmanship is indeed powerful, but you have gone astray after all." Ren Xiaoyao left a sigh and his back gradually disappeared into the night, leaving behind the immortal legend of "Xiaoyao Swordsman". And Jianghu, in its own unique way, continues its story.

The night deepened, and the moonlight occasionally shone through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, covering the silent battlefield with a layer of silver gauze. Ren Xiaoyao stood where Du Sha fell, feeling mixed emotions. The joy of victory was fleeting, replaced by an indescribable emptiness. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, mourning for his former opponent and praying for the lives lost because of Du Sha.

Suddenly, a slight noise broke the silence around him, as if something was moving in the ruins of the temple. Ren Xiaoyao drew his sword alertly and slowly walked towards the source of the sound. After pushing aside the scattered rubble, he found a thin little girl, huddled in a corner, looking at him in horror, tears in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, I'm Ren Xiaoyao. What's your name?" His voice softened and he tried his best to sound harmless.

The little girl trembled and answered, "My name is Xiaoyu, big brother, my parents were captured by bad guys, can you help me find them?"

Ren Xiaoyao's heart tightened. The child's parents might have met with misfortune. He leaned over and picked up Xiaoyu, saying softly, "Xiaoyu, I will be your family from now on. I will protect you."

Xiaoyu put her little hands around his neck and finally a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Leaving the ancient temple, Ren Xiaoyao and Xiaoyu stepped into the night. On the way, he was full of thoughts. Although Du Sha was dead, the grudges and disputes in the martial arts world were far from over. He realized that the real freedom was not only the free and easy sword, but also the responsibility of protecting the innocent.

"Xiaoyu, do you know? Sometimes, a person's path in life will become different because of another person." He spoke softly to the child in his arms, more like talking to himself.

Xiaoyu nodded, leaning on his shoulder and gradually falling asleep. Looking at her young sleeping face, a warm current surged in Ren Xiaoyao's heart, and a long-lost warmth enveloped him. Perhaps, this is a new beginning, a swordsman and a little girl, weaving their own story of Jianghu together.

The wind continued to blow, and in the night, two figures walked away, leaving behind not only footprints, but also the seeds of hope and light, which quietly took root and sprouted in this world full of blood and rain.

A few months later, Ren Xiaoyao and Xiaoyu came to a peaceful town. Far away from the turmoil of the martial arts world, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, as if it were a paradise. They settled down in a corner of the town, and Ren Xiaoyao used the silver he got from the sword to buy a simple wooden house. Although it was not big, it was full of the warmth of home.

"Xiaoyu, look at our new home!" Ren Xiaoyao pushed open the wooden door, and the sunlight instantly filled the room. The dust jumped in the beams of light, and everything seemed so vivid.

Xiaoyu's eyes sparkled with excitement. She explored everywhere, not leaving out any corner. She found a desk by the window, with writing brushes, inkstones, and a yellowed sword manual on the desk. "Big brother, is this for me?" She pointed at the desk, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Yes, from today on, I will teach you how to read and use the sword." Ren Xiaoyao smiled, but he had a deeper plan in mind. He hoped that Xiaoyu could learn something and be able to protect herself even without him by her side in the future.

Days passed by like water. Ren Xiaoyao taught Xiaoyu to read and write during the day and practiced swordplay in the backyard at night. His swordplay became more advanced, and every swing of the sword contained a sense of relief from the past and hope for the future. Xiaoyu was also growing up rapidly. Her cleverness made learning more efficient. She soon became able to recite poetry and even showed a talent for swordplay.

One day, a group of strangers came to the town, and their appearance broke the tranquility of the town. These people were disheveled and had fierce faces, and were obviously evil people in the underworld. The residents of the town talked about it and were worried that a disaster was about to happen.

Ren Xiaoyao frowned when he heard about this. He knew that no matter where he went, the shadow of the underworld would always find him. He decided to visit the camp of this group of people at night to find out their purpose.

As night fell, Ren Xiaoyao put on his nightgown and sneaked into the camp of the villains like a ghost. He hid in the dark and listened to their conversation. He learned that these villains were looking for a legendary treasure that was said to enhance their military strength. They planned to use this treasure to dominate the area.

"Hmph, another group of guys blinded by greed." Ren Xiaoyao sneered in his heart. When he was about to leave, he unexpectedly discovered the imprisoned villagers. Among them were several familiar faces - they were the kind-hearted people who had helped Ren Xiaoyao and Xiaoyu on their previous journey.

"This time, I will never stand idly by." Ren Xiaoyao vowed in his heart and decided to launch a rescue.

The next day, Ren Xiaoyao faced the villains in the town square. He held a long sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the leader, his eyes cold. "Let them go, otherwise none of you can escape."

"Ren Xiaoyao, I've heard of your great name a long time ago, but I didn't expect to meet you here." The leader raised a sinister smile, "If you want to save someone, first ask the knife in my hand if it agrees."

The battle was about to start. Ren Xiaoyao moved as fast as lightning, and his sword flew. Every strike was accurate and fatal. Although there were many villains, they were defeated one after another under his sword. In the end, the leader was forced into a desperate situation and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Please spare my life, Mr. Ren! I can give you the treasure, but I beg you to spare my life!" said the leader tremblingly.

Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword, his eyes fierce, "I don't want the treasure, but remember, if you dare to cause trouble to the world again, I, Ren Xiaoyao, will kill you without mercy."

After that, he rescued all the imprisoned villagers, and the crowd cheered. Xiaoyu was among them, and she looked at Ren Xiaoyao with admiration and pride in her eyes.

"Big brother, you are so awesome!" Xiaoyu ran over and hugged Ren Xiaoyao's legs tightly.

Ren Xiaoyao bent down and picked up Xiaoyu, saying with a smile: "Let's go home. I'll make you your favorite sweet and sour fish tonight."

As the sun sets, the two people's backs are stretched out. They walk side by side, with the villagers behind them seeing them off and their warm home in front of them. In this world, Ren Xiaoyao finds his own tranquility and responsibility, and the light rain is the most beautiful scenery of his journey.

"Xiaoyu, do you know? Sometimes, home is not just a place, it is where the heart is and the feeling of someone waiting for you." Ren Xiaoyao said softly. Xiaoyu snuggled in his arms and smiled happily.

The world is still turbulent, but for them, as long as they are with each other, it is the best world.

"Big brother, I want to become as strong as you in the future and protect you and everyone in need." Xiaoyu's eyes were firm, revealing a maturity beyond her age.

Ren Xiaoyao felt warm at heart when he heard this, and gently stroked Xiaoyu's head, "Xiaoyu, you are already very strong. But remember, true strength is not only about martial arts skills, but more importantly, it is about having a kind and just heart. You are already amazing."

As night fell, candlelight flickered in the wooden house. Ren Xiaoyao carefully studied the yellowed sword manual at the table, trying to comprehend the deeper meaning of sword from it. Xiaoyu quietly practiced calligraphy beside him, occasionally looking up at Ren Xiaoyao with a happy smile on her face.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence of the night. Ren Xiaoyao stood up alertly, motioned Xiaoyu to stay in the room, and he quietly opened the door.

Standing outside the door was an old man with a head full of white hair and a gleam of wisdom in his eyes. When the old man saw Ren Xiaoyao, he smiled and said, "Young Master Ren, I haven't seen you for many years. How are you?"

Ren Xiaoyao was startled, and then he recognized the senior who had given him some pointers when he first entered the martial arts world—the wandering swordsman Wuhenzi. "Senior Wuhen, why are you here?"

Wuhenzi waved his hand, his expression solemn, "I am not here to hang out, but to discuss an important matter with you. Recently, there are rumors in the martial arts world that the treasure coveted by the evildoers actually hides a huge crisis. Once it falls into the hands of people with bad intentions, it may cause a catastrophe in the martial arts world."

Ren Xiaoyao frowned, "What do you mean, senior?"

"I see that you, Young Master Ren, have a kind heart and extraordinary swordsmanship, so I've come to ask for your help to help me find the treasure together to prevent it from falling into the hands of the evil people." Wuhenzi said earnestly.

Ren Xiaoyao pondered for a moment and looked into the house. Xiaoyu was looking at him curiously. He knew that once he stepped into this dispute, his peaceful life would be disrupted again. But for the safety of more people, he couldn't stay out of it.

"Senior, I am willing to go with you. But..." Ren Xiaoyao turned his head and his eyes fell gently on Xiaoyu, "What should I do, Xiaoyu?"

Wuhenzi smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I have made all the arrangements. Someone will be here to protect Xiaoyu and ensure her safety."

Ren Xiaoyao finally felt relieved and turned to Xiaoyu and said, "Xiaoyu, big brother is going to be away for a while. You have to listen to the people who take care of you, okay?"

Although Xiaoyu was reluctant, she nodded sensibly, "Big brother, you must come back safely."

The next morning, Ren Xiaoyao and Wuhenzi set out on a journey to find treasures, leaving Xiaoyu in the town to wait for their return. The journey is long, and unknown challenges and dangers are waiting for them, but Ren Xiaoyao is very determined in his heart - in order to protect this moment of tranquility, for Xiaoyu and more innocent people, he is willing to use his sword as a boat and break through the waves.