The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 469

The stars in the night sky seem to be witnessing this legendary friendship. The road ahead is long and unknown, but as long as we are together, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are, we are not afraid. In the days to come, the names of Zao Wou-ki and Ren Xiaoyao will be remembered by everyone who yearns for justice and peace, and will become a beacon that will never go out in the world of martial arts.

As night fell, a small lamp was lit outside the Zhendong Tavern, and the weak light barely illuminated a small open space outside the door. The raindrops were fine and light, gently jumping on the stone road, making a crisp and pleasant sound. Inside the tavern, there was a bustling crowd of people, and all kinds of people from the martial arts world gathered together. The noise of talking and laughing, the sound of guessing games, and the noise of dishes colliding were intertwined, forming a lively picture of the night life in Wulin.

On such a stormy night, Ren Xiaoyao slowly stepped into the tavern. He was dressed in a green shirt, with a sword on his waist. The scabbard was simple and unadorned, but he naturally exuded a calm but inviolable aura. His eyes were deep, as if he could see into people's hearts. Every step he took was extremely steady, which formed a sharp contrast with the noisy environment around him.

Ren Xiaoyao looked around, and finally his sight was fixed on the most remote corner of the tavern, where an old man with white hair and beard and a weathered face was sitting, drinking alone. He nodded slightly, as if he had made a decision in his heart, and walked towards the old man.

"Senior, this is my name Ren Xiaoyao. I have heard of your great name for a long time. It is truly an honor to meet you today." Ren Xiaoyao's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by the old man and also attracted the attention of the people around him. For a moment, the noise in the tavern seemed to have subsided a bit.

The old man raised his head, his eyes sharp as torches, examining the young man in front of him, and slowly spoke: "I have also heard of the name of Young Master Ren, you are a chivalrous man in the martial arts world, quite an ancient style. Why are you here tonight? Is there something you want to discuss with me?"

"Senior, please be wise." Ren Xiaoyao bowed slightly. "Recently, there have been rumors in the martial arts world that a batch of precious "Martial Classics Remaining Chapters" have reappeared in the world, causing various forces to be eager to take action. I learned that you were the guard of the previous dynasty's armory, and I would like to ask you for your advice. Perhaps you can find out its whereabouts to prevent these treasures from falling into the hands of evil."

After hearing this, the old man smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "The Martial Classics is of great importance. If it were to appear in the world, there would be bloodshed. Although Young Master Ren's move is well-intentioned, the martial world is treacherous. How can you guarantee that you will not be dragged into this fight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the tavern was suddenly knocked open by a strong force, and a few black shadows rushed in with the cold wind. Everyone exclaimed, and saw that the newcomers were all masked, with sharp blades flashing coldly in their hands. The leader said coldly: "The Martial Classics is in Ren Xiaoyao's possession. If you know what's good for you, hand it over quickly, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

Ren Xiaoyao didn't move, but his eyes had become stern. He chuckled, "I see. It seems I, Ren Xiaoyao, can't avoid this battle tonight. Senior, please excuse me for a moment. I'm afraid there will be a small disturbance here."

The old man nodded slightly, and the two of them moved to the backyard of the tavern in an instant, leaving the room full of stunned martial artists.

In the backyard, the moonlight shines through the clouds, casting mottled shadows. Ren Xiaoyao faces several men in black, his sword unsheathed, the sword light shining like water, reflecting his resolute face.

"Come on, if you want the "Remaining Chapters of Martial Classics", ask the sword in my hand first!" Before he finished speaking, the sword had already moved, with a move called "Dragon Soaring into the Sky", the sword energy was running wild, and it went straight for the leader of the masked men.

The battle was swift and fierce, with sword shadows intersecting and Ren Xiaoyao's figure moving gracefully. Every move and every style revealed his profound inner strength and exquisite swordsmanship. The men in black gradually lost their strength and fell one after another.

With the final blow, the tip of the sword stopped in front of the throat of the last masked man. The opponent trembled and dropped the weapon in his hand, revealing a look of horror.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" Ren Xiaoyao's voice was as cold as the winter wind.

The man swallowed and replied tremblingly, "It's... it's the second son of Tianji Pavilion. He... he said that as long as we get the "Wushu Canon Remains", he can help us transform ourselves and become martial arts masters."

Ren Xiaoyao frowned. Tianji Pavilion, this news made him even more worried. At this moment, the old man slowly walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, this matter is complicated. We need to think about it carefully."

"Senior is right. Thank you for your help tonight. As for the "Military Classics", I must handle it with caution to prevent more innocent people from being involved in the dispute." Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword with a firm look in his eyes, and the storm was temporarily calmed down.

The two walked out of the backyard side by side and re-entered the tavern. When the martial artists who were still discussing saw them, they all looked at them with admiration. However, in Ren Xiaoyao's heart, he had already begun to calculate every move that would follow. The Jianghu would never be peaceful...

“Young Master Ren, the reappearance of the “Lost Martial Classics” and the swift and direct actions of the Tianji Pavilion must indicate a bigger conspiracy.” The old man said in a low voice, his brows still solemn.

Ren Xiaoyao took a sip of the wine in his glass, his eyes deep: "What you said is very true, the Tianji Pavilion has been expanding rapidly in recent years. If they succeed, I am afraid it will disturb the peace of the entire martial arts world. I plan to set off for the Tianji Pavilion tomorrow to find out what is behind this."

"Young Master Ren, your courage is commendable, but remember not to be reckless. The Tianji Pavilion is full of traps, and the Second Young Master is very scheming. It is too dangerous for you to go alone." The old man said worriedly, his words full of concern for the younger generation.

"Don't worry, senior. I know what to do." Ren Xiaoyao smiled, with a bit of confidence and unruliness in his smile. "Besides, I, Ren Xiaoyao, have never been afraid of any challenge when I travel around the world. This time, I will not only find out the truth, but also make those who try to use the "Wu Dian Yi Pian" to stir up trouble pay the price they deserve."

After he finished speaking, he raised the glass and drank it all. The wine in the glass was just like his determination at the moment, strong and resolute.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps interrupted their conversation. The waiter from the tavern looked pale and almost stumbled over, "My two lords, something bad has happened! There's a fight outside!"

There was an uproar in the tavern, and all the martial artists stood up and wanted to go out to check the situation. Ren Xiaoyao and the old man looked at each other, and tacitly rushed out of the tavern together. In the night, the street was in chaos, and two groups of people were fighting fiercely. In the flash of swords, people fell down from time to time.

"They are from the Tianji Pavilion, and..." The old man squinted his eyes and looked carefully, with a bit of surprise in his tone, "It's actually the power of the Golden Scale Gang! How could these two parties clash at this time and place?"

Ren Xiaoyao observed intently, analyzing the situation quickly in his mind: "It seems that the appearance of the "Wu Dian Yi Pian" has made all parties unable to hold back. Senior, should we intervene to avoid harming innocent people?"

The old man pondered for a moment and nodded: "Young man, you are right. If we stop them, we can at least reduce some casualties. But be careful not to fall into their trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain."

The two men stretched out their bodies and rushed into the battle like two lightning bolts, pointing their swords at the evil, trying to turn the tide. Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship was agile, and each sword just right to dissolve the killing moves of both sides, while the old man used his deep internal strength to repel those martial artists who tried to hurt innocent people. The two cooperated seamlessly and gradually controlled the situation.

The battle was finally quelled by the intervention of the two, and only the sounds of panting and occasional weapons falling to the ground remained on the street. The remnants of the Tianji Pavilion and the Jinlin Gang looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally withdrew under the intimidation of Ren Xiaoyao, not daring to cause any more trouble.

Looking at the backs of the two groups of people going away, the old man sighed: "When will the world of martial arts finally be at peace?"

Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword and looked into the distance with a determined gaze: "As long as there are people, there is a martial arts world, and where there is a martial arts world, there will be disputes. But senior, as long as we are here, we will never let these disputes hurt innocent people and destroy this moment of peace."

The night wind was getting colder, and the two stood side by side, their backs looking particularly firm in the moonlight. In the distance, it seemed that new storms were gathering...

"Senior, from tomorrow on, no matter what lies ahead, I, Ren Xiaoyao, will move forward courageously. However, I hope that you can protect the peace of this land for me."

"Don't worry, young man. I'm here for you." The old man patted his shoulder, a hint of relief and expectation in his eyes.

This conversation is not only the beginning of a feud between the two martial artists, but also a common commitment of two martial artists to justice and peace. The road to the martial arts world is long and full of wind and rain. I hope that every sword fight can point to a brighter future.

"Then it's settled. I will set off at dawn tomorrow. Before that, I would like to drink another pot of the aged wine here as a encouragement." Ren Xiaoyao turned and walked into the tavern, his back free and easy, as if what he was about to face was not a bloody storm, but a gentle spring breeze.

The old man watched him leave, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips. Time has left its mark on his face, but it has also endowed him with the wisdom to see through the world. He slowly walked into the wine shop, found a corner, and quietly waited for a new pot of wine, and also for the arrival of a new day, where there are unknown challenges and the responsibility of inheritance.

It was late at night, and the dim lights in the tavern illuminated the martial artists who were all preoccupied with their own thoughts. Everyone was making their own preparations for the upcoming changes, either sharpening their weapons or whispering and plotting. The air was filled with anxiety and expectation.

When Ren Xiaoyao appeared again, he had a pot of wine in his hand. He walked straight to the old man, put the wine on the table, and sat down. "Senior, I may encounter many unexpected difficulties and obstacles along the way, but I believe that every challenge is an opportunity for growth. I will definitely uncover the secret of "Wu Dian Yi Pian" and restore the truth to the world."

The old man stroked the wine pot gently, his eyes flashing with past events: "Young man, you are determined, which is a blessing for the martial arts world. Remember, a true master is not about how fast the sword is, but how calm the heart is and how strong the will is. On this trip, you must not only guard against external enemies, but also keep your original intention."

The two drank silently, and every sip of wine seemed to be savoring the past years of the rivers and lakes, and also foreshadowing the future stormy journey. When the wine was half drunk, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly stood up, facing the night outside the window, unsheathed his long sword, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the sky. A sharp sword energy rose with the wind, startling the candlelight in the tavern to sway.

"Senior, this sword is my warning to the Tianji Pavilion, and also my oath to the martial arts world. I, Ren Xiaoyao, swear to protect the people with my sword and uphold justice with my heart. No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, I will break it with one sword and move forward!"

Hearing this, the old man slowly stood up, walked to Ren Xiaoyao's side, and pushed out his palms. A gentle but powerful internal force enveloped the sword energy, softening the sharpness and making it warm and inclusive. "The sword is a weapon, but also a shield. Young man, remember, true power is used to protect. I am here, looking forward to your triumphant return."

In the night sky, a meteor streaked across, as if witnessing their oath. In the tavern, everyone was shocked by the sudden sword energy and warmth, and cast admiring glances. And Ren Xiaoyao and the old man, like two unshakable mountains, stood quietly in the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes, guarding the peace behind them.

The conversation is over, but the story has just begun. In the Jianghu, there is no shortage of heroes and legends, and Ren Xiaoyao's name is about to be engraved with his legendary chapter in this turbulent world.

"Senior, I may be away for a long time. I hope you can take care of me in the tavern." Ren Xiaoyao put the sword back into the sheath, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes. This was the place where he had drunk and laughed countless times, but now he had to leave for a while, and he couldn't help feeling emotional.

The old man patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this little tavern will be your eternal harbor. When the storm subsides, I will prepare good wine here and wait for the hero to return."

After that, the two smiled at each other. No more words were needed. Everything was said without words. Ren Xiaoyao turned around and was about to leave, but he seemed to remember something. He took out a jade pendant from his bosom and handed it to the old man. "This is a family heirloom. If I die, please pass it to my junior sister Liu Mengli and tell her that Brother Xiaoyao has never regretted it."