The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 464

"Hmph, Ren Xiaoyao, tonight is the end of you!" A cold voice rang out from the darkness, accompanied by dozens of figures, silently surrounding him like ghosts. Their clothes blended into the night, and if it weren't for the cold light flashing in their bloodthirsty eyes, it would be almost impossible to detect.

Ren Xiaoyao raised a disdainful smile, and without turning around, he knew the enemy's position. "You little scoundrel, do you dare to take my life?" His voice was deep and powerful, like an ancient war drum, echoing in the dead night sky, stirring up circles of invisible ripples.

The moon blade was unsheathed, silver light flashed, and the air seemed to be cut, making a slight tearing sound. Ren Xiaoyao suddenly jumped up, like a wild lion, and rushed straight towards the nearest enemy. The swords and shadows intertwined, blood flowers bloomed, and he killed him with one blow, clean and neat.

"Come on together, don't waste my time." As soon as he finished speaking, he had killed several people in a row. The black-clothed men around him were terrified, but they had to bite the bullet and attack more fiercely. The blades collided with the moon blades, sparks flew, and each blow was heavy, and the air was filled with the breath of death.

In this black and gray scene of slaughter, Ren Xiaoyao seemed to be at ease, and every time he swung his blade, an enemy fell. His momentum became more and more majestic, and every move and every style contained overwhelming power, covering everything around him with his domineering aura.

Suddenly, a cold light came from the darkness, extremely fast, and rushed straight to Ren Xiaoyao's back. At the critical moment, he stopped abruptly, turned his head to avoid it, and flicked the moon blade backhand, brushing past the hidden weapon that attacked him, and actually knocked a poisoned dart to the ground.

"You rats hiding in the dark, come out and die!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted angrily, his eyes like torches, scanning the surroundings. At this moment, a tall and thin man in a black robe slowly walked out, holding a pair of sickles, wearing a hideous mask on his face, exuding an evil aura.

"Ren Xiaoyao, your death has come." The man in black robe said in a cold tone, and he stretched out his two hooks, cutting through the sky, and with a piercing whistle, he went straight to Ren Xiaoyao's vitals.

Ren Xiaoyao stretched out his body, and the moon blade turned into a silver moon, fiercely clashing with the hook and sickle of the black-robed man. Sparks flew, and the sound of metal colliding resounded throughout the valley. This contest was not only a duel of martial arts, but also a contest of wills.

"Your evil ends here!" In a lightning-fast fight, Ren Xiaoyao seized the opponent's flaw at that moment, and used the opponent's force to cut off the black-robed man's sickle with a force as powerful as thunder, heading straight for his throat.

The black-robed man's eyes flashed with disbelief, followed by a strong sense of unwillingness. He staggered back, and finally couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to his knees.

“You…how could you…” The man in black robe was dying, his words unclear.

"Because, I am Ren Xiaoyao." After saying that, Ren Xiaoyao put away the Moon Blade, turned his back to the fallen figure, and looked towards the gradually brightening sky in the distance. There, the dawn was just beginning to appear, symbolizing a new beginning.

"Hmph, surpass me? That depends on whether you have the ability." Ren Xiaoyao curled his lips into a smile and turned into the darkness, leaving only a faint sword intent lingering above the battlefield, as if telling the night sky about endless challenges and indomitable spirit.

A few days later, a good story spread in the martial arts world about the stunning battle between Ren Xiaoyao and Beichen Spear God Zhao Wuji, which attracted heated discussions and speculations from countless martial artists. The name Ren Xiaoyao became even more well-known and became synonymous with the new generation of martial arts masters.

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A month later, in the misty rain in the water town of Jiangnan, Ren Xiaoyao sat alone on a small boat, playing with a jade pendant in his hand, but his eyes were looking into the distance, as if he was waiting, or reminiscing.

"Brother Xiaoyao, how are you?" A familiar voice sounded from the stern, followed by a handsome man in a green shirt. It was Zhao Wuji, the mysterious silver-armored man on the battlefield that day. He took off his armor and changed into a scholar's attire, looking even more elegant.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly and stood up to greet him, "Brother Zhao, I didn't expect you to find this place."

Zhao Wuji stepped onto the deck and chuckled, "Brother Xiaoyao is an exceptional swordsman. He is a rare talent. If I want to find him, it won't be difficult. But after that battle, there is still a knot in my heart that I haven't solved."

"Oh? What's the knot?" Ren Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows, looking a little curious.

"I want to know how you cultivated your path to becoming a dominant power?" Zhao Wuji's tone was sincere, and it was obvious that he attached great importance to this.

Ren Xiaoyao was silent for a moment, and finally sighed, "The road to becoming a hegemon is not a one-day job. Only when you have the world in your heart and are fearless can you enter the door. As for the deeper mysteries, Brother Zhao needs to understand them himself."

Zhao Wuji nodded thoughtfully after hearing this, "I see. Thank you for your advice."

The two men drank and chatted in the boat, exchanging martial arts and discussing life philosophy, as if their friendship as opponents in that battle had quietly transformed into that of rare confidants.

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As night falls, the lights in the water town dim and the boat slowly approaches the shore. Ren Xiaoyao and Zhao Wuji walk side by side and enter a tavern. The restaurant is bustling with all kinds of people from the martial arts world gathered together.

"Have you heard? Recently, a batch of treasure maps have been introduced into the martial arts world. It is said that they can lead to long-lost peerless martial arts."

"Unparalleled martial arts? Haha, I'm more concerned about the treasure. With it, what martial arts do I have to worry about?"

The two found a corner to sit down, listened to the discussions of the people around them, and smiled at each other.

"It seems that the world is going to be in turmoil again." Zhao Wuji gently waved his folding fan, his tone containing both worry and excitement.

"Well, since this is the martial arts world, there will always be storms." Ren Xiaoyao picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, "But as long as there is Tao in your heart, everywhere is the martial arts world."

“Well said!” Zhao Wuji raised his glass in response. The two of them laughed heartily, echoing throughout the tavern, as if foreshadowing that a new journey was about to begin.

As the night deepened and the tavern gradually became quiet, the conversation between the two people gradually became low as the candlelight flickered, until the last ray of light went out, leaving only a meaningful conversation floating in the night.

"No matter what the road ahead holds, as long as you are by my side, I will have nothing to fear."

"We are both wanderers in this world, so why should we know each other when we meet? In the future, we will go out into the world together!"

The night breeze was slightly cool, with the unique moisture and freshness of the water town, brushing against the sleeves of the two people, as if also witnessing this new friendship. Ren Xiaoyao and Zhao Wuji walked out of the tavern side by side. Under the moonlight, the two figures were stretched out, looking particularly lonely and determined.

"Brother Zhao, what are your plans regarding the treasure maps?" Ren Xiaoyao broke the silence, with a hint of temptation in his words.

Zhao Wuji stopped and looked into the distance with deep eyes. There were stars dotted there, as if hiding endless secrets. "Although the treasure map is tempting, I don't want to see disputes caused by it. However, if there is a lost secret skill that comes to the world with the treasure, as a warrior, how can I not be tempted?" His words revealed contradictions and struggles.

Ren Xiaoyao nodded in understanding. He had already made up his mind. "The way of martial arts is to cultivate oneself, manage the family, govern the country and bring peace to the world. If this batch of treasures can really lead us to discover opportunities to improve our own cultivation, it may not be a bad thing. But the premise is that we must keep our original intentions and not let desires blind our eyes."

"That's exactly what I want." Zhao Wuji patted Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder, his smile full of determination, "I will set out tomorrow to look for clues to the treasure map, and also to investigate the possible disturbances. Brother Xiaoyao, what do you think?"

"Of course I'll go with you." Ren Xiaoyao answered without hesitation, "Since we have chosen this path, we must go on together. Perhaps this is our chance to untie the 'knot' in our hearts."

The two smiled at each other, without further words, they understood each other's intentions. They knew that there would be dangers everywhere along the way, but with each other's company, any difficulties and obstacles became less scary.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and shone on the bluestone road of the water town, Ren Xiaoyao and Zhao Wuji were already ready to go. The residents of the town looked at the sudden appearance of this young talent in surprise. They seemed to have an indescribable aura that made people involuntarily feel awe.

Before leaving, Ren Xiaoyao looked back at this peaceful water town, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart. This was once a gentle place where he temporarily escaped from the world, but now, it has become the starting point for him to step into the disputes of the martial arts world again.

"Let's go, Brother Zhao." He said softly, then strode forward and embarked on an unknown journey.

Zhao Wuji followed closely behind, and the backs of the two gradually disappeared in the morning light, leaving only a series of firm and resolute footsteps, echoing on the stone road of this Jiangnan water town, foreshadowing that a new legend of the rivers and lakes is about to begin.

"Brother Xiaoyao, come rain or shine, I will fight alongside you." Zhao Wuji's words drifted lightly in the wind. They were both a promise and a vow.

"In this way, we will face all the ups and downs in the world together and never leave each other." Ren Xiaoyao responded, his voice full of confidence and expectation, as if telling the entire world that they are ready to face all challenges.

This conversation, like the most moving piece of music, echoed in every corner of the world, stirred up ripples in the hearts of countless martial artists, and also heralded the arrival of a brand new era.

As the night deepened, the last ray of sunset in the sky was swallowed by the night. Ren Xiaoyao and Zhao Wuji walked to an abandoned ancient temple as a place to rest. The temple was covered with cobwebs and dust, but it could not hide its former solemnity. The two of them started a fire on the spot, and the fire illuminated their young and resolute faces.

"Brother Xiaoyao, what do you think this world is like?" Zhao Wuji held a wooden stick and gently poked the fire, his eyes filled with both confusion and longing.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, his eyes far-reaching. "The Jianghu is nothing more than a pot of muddy wine, a song, and a sword that freezes fourteen states. Where there are people, there is the Jianghu, and where there is love, there are disputes. What we pursue is nothing more than finding our own way in this chaos."

During the conversation, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves in the forest outside the temple rustled, like a whisper from afar, or like the sigh of a hero in the past. Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly became sharp, "If this is really the case in the world, then how should we deal with it? Should we go with the flow, or go against the flow?"

"Brother Zhao," Ren Xiaoyao patted him on the back, "Since we have decided to embark on the treasure hunt, we have chosen to go upstream. But in this upstream, we must maintain our original intentions and not be burdened by fame and fortune, so that we can see the road ahead clearly. Remember, a true warrior is not only about the high level of swordsmanship, but also about the tempering of his mind."

After that, there was a slight noise outside the temple, which seemed to be the footsteps of someone walking at night. The two immediately became alert and moved like two shadows, quietly disappearing into the darkness. Soon, they saw several men in black stealthily surrounding the temple gate, talking in low voices, as if they were looking for something.

"It seems that the news of this batch of treasure maps has been leaked, and it has attracted a lot of greedy eyes." Zhao Wuji whispered, and the long sword in his hand had been unsheathed inadvertently, flashing with a cold light.

"We can't stay here for long." Ren Xiaoyao said in a deep voice, "We need to find the treasure and avoid these troubles. We need to use our wits to do it."

So, the two of them discussed and decided that Ren Xiaoyao would lead the black-clad men away, while Zhao Wuji would take the opportunity to sneak into the enemy camp and look for clues. The plan was set, Ren Xiaoyao deliberately made a noise to attract the black-clad men's attention, and Zhao Wuji left quietly like a ghost.

Under the moonlight, a battle of wits and courage quietly unfolds. The man in black is cleverly lured into the woods by Ren Xiaoyao, while Zhao Wuji finds a fragment of a broken treasure map and a secret letter in the enemy camp, which mentions a mysterious organization's interest in the treasure, making their mission more complicated and dangerous.

At midnight, the two reunited. Under the moonlight, their faces looked more solemn.

"Brother Xiaoyao, it seems that this matter is far more complicated than we imagined." Zhao Wuji showed the treasure map fragments and the secret letter in his hand.