The oil lamp in the room suddenly flickered. This was supposed to be a good sign, but Hong Sixiang's silver eyebrows fluttered, as if he were dissatisfied. His old right hand steadily picked up a fried peanut with chopsticks. Without too much movement, he slowly swallowed the peanut paste in his mouth, tasted the fruit between his teeth, and picked up a cup of wine to drink. Only then did he stand up.
"It's been many years since anyone has come to this palace." Eunuch Hong's eyes were a little cloudy. He looked out the window with a somewhat listless expression, and then he gently flicked his fingers.
The door to the courtyard was open.
Like two strong bows, the pair of chopsticks in Eunuch Hong's hands were stimulated by a powerful and profound zhenqi. Almost at the same time, the chopsticks smashed the window in front of them and shot straight into the dark corner of the door, towards Wu Zhu's face!
The chopsticks carried the wind with them, and the momentum was astonishing. If one was hit, it would be like being shot by two strong bows. Eunuch Hong's casual flick of his fingers had such godly power. It was truly terrifying.
For some reason, Wu Zhu's reaction seemed to be a little slower than usual. Unable to turn around in time, the chopsticks tore through the clothes on his right shoulder.
Swish! The chopsticks stuck into the mud at an angle, the ends of the chopsticks moving slightly.
Outside the courtyard, Eunuch Hong looked at the brown-robed guest in front of him. His eyebrows twitched slightly. His face was completely covered by a hood, and it was impossible to see his face clearly.
"Who are you?" Eunuch Hong's face was full of smiles. He looked like a lowly servant, but it was clear that he was much more frightening than he appeared.
Wu Zhu's brown clothes tonight were brand new, so it felt a little strange. Following Fan Xian's plan, he raised his head as if "staring" at the other person, then said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, this is a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? Are you saying you got lost? " Old Eunuch Hong smiled even more happily. "You are the first person to get lost and come to the Imperial Palace. Five days ago, you should have come here once. I have been waiting for you. I am very curious about who you are. I think, other than those few old friends of mine, no one else would have the guts to come here."
Wu Zhu forced a note of panic into his voice, but he was not good at hiding his emotions, so it sounded fake. "I am bound by my country, and have no choice but to enter. It is not convenient for me to greet you with my true face. I hope you will forgive me."
Old Eunuch Hong furrowed his brows, no longer beaming with joy. The other party claimed to be a junior, which meant that he was nothing more than a disciple of one of those old monsters. Judging from the other party's skills, he was at least at the ninth-level, which was why he was able to sneak into the palace without being discovered. However, the other party's voice was obviously altered by deliberately twisting the muscles in his throat, so he couldn't get any useful information from his accent.
"This is the Imperial Palace, child." Eunuch Hong sighed. "Do you think you can come and go as you please?"
Having said this, he opened his right hand. His entire body began to slide on the ground. Suddenly, he was in front of Wu Zhu. His withered hand pressed toward Wu Zhu's face.
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Wu Zhu's face was expressionless under the black cloth, but he knew that his opponent had misjudged his abilities. This was a great opportunity to kill him — to kill or not to kill? In the past, this would not have been a problem for Wu Zhu, but tonight it was a problem.
His brain calculated very quickly. He immediately calculated that even if he killed him now, he would probably have to pay a price. Most importantly, it could alert the other guards in the Palace, which would create a lot of trouble for Fan Xian's subsequent actions.
So he took a step back, bent his knees, and raised his elbow.
Under his elbow was a very ordinary fine steel sword. The sword's radiance shot up from his elbow and pierced straight at Eunuch Hong's wrist. The calculation was perfect. More importantly, the dazzling sword intent contained in the sword actually caused the person the tip of the sword was pointing at to momentarily lose his sense of propriety.
But Eunuch Hong was no ordinary person. He laughed sinisterly, and with a shrill voice, he shouted, "Looking to the left?" There was a hint of surprise in his voice, but his movements were not slow. His left hand shot out from his sleeve like a dragon, slamming toward Wu Zhu's chest. This palm came with the wind, and the power of the palm was powerful. It was the world's most powerful technique.
Wu Zhu took another step back, straightened his knees, and raised his elbow.
The green sword between his elbow was placed horizontally in front of him, as if he were cutting his throat, but it was just enough to protect his chest, and it was ingeniously enough to block Eunuch Hong's withered palm.
"Looking to the front?" Eunuch Hong's voice grew sharper. He pulled back his palm, and from his waist up, his whole body began to tremble. It looked very strange. After a muffled grunt, the old eunuch turned his decades of zhenqi cultivation into countless streams of air, which shot forward, trying to bind Wu Zhu.
But Wu Zhu did not give him the opportunity. He coldly took two more steps back. These two steps seemed simple, but in the face of such a top expert, it was like taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard. He just happened to avoid the threat of a strong attack. But his body swayed, and it was clear that he had been disturbed by Eunuch Hong's decades of zhenqi.
Eunuch Hong's wrinkles deepened. He looked at him coldly and said, "Don't think that you can fool the world just because you changed the direction of your sword. In this forbidden palace, since I have taken a liking to you, you can stay. "
Wu Zhu slightly raised his head and "looked" at him. He did not know what to feel, but his next step was to cup his hands.
Eunuch Hong frowned in surprise!
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There was a rustling sound. Wu Zhu turned his body, as if Eunuch Hong did not exist behind him. He carried his sword behind his back and ran in the direction of the palace wall. His whole body moved at an incredible speed. He ran on the grass, turning into a cloud of dust.
Carrying his sword behind his back was a very simple posture, but it was a perfect defense.
"Looking to the back?" A gloomy light suddenly appeared in Eunuch Hong's eyes. He did not call for the palace guards. His arms shook, and his whole body looked like a thin black bird with an extremely wide wingspan. He chased after Wu Zhu.
In just a moment, the two of them, one in front of the tall palace wall, came one behind the other. Eunuch Hong looked coldly at the man in brown in front of him. He wanted to see how he could jump over the wall.
Wu Zhu rushed directly to the bottom of the palace wall. He did not slow down in the slightest. His right foot stomped hard on the stone at the bottom of the wall. The stone immediately sank into the mud. One could imagine how terrifying the power of this stomp was. And his whole body's forward speed was changed by this shock into an upward force. His whole body was thrown into the air, along the dark palace wall in the night, like a ghost.
With this leap, he had already covered a distance of 30 feet. Just as he was about to fall, there was a swish. The ordinary sword in his hand, for some reason, had pierced deep into the wall. His body borrowed the power of the sword, flipped over, and like a stone, he was thrown out of the high wall!
Eunuch Hong gave a muffled grunt. Only now did he realize that his opponent had calculated everything. Zhenqi rushed out of his body, and just as he was about to hit the palace wall, he also floated up. But his posture was graceful, and he relied on a breath of zhenqi. Compared to Wu Zhu's ruthlessness, he looked much more at ease.
Leaping up to 30 feet, the skinny old eunuch gently extended a finger and pressed it against the hole left by Wu Zhu's sword. Using the force, he flew out of the palace wall. Like a large bird in the night, he slowly floated down the smooth outer wall of the palace wall.
As he floated down, his eyes were like an eagle's, fixed on the brown silhouette moving at an incredible speed in the darkness of the capital. With a sinister smile, he quietly floated past the treetops, past the residences, and followed.
The battle between the two top experts didn't make any sound, so the guards in the palace didn't notice anything.
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Sitting cross-legged like a mouse in the darkness under the palace wall, Fan Xian slightly tilted his head to listen to the faint sound of the wind. He stood up, gently wiped the grass and dust from his buttocks, and pressed his hands against the smooth palace wall.
He did not have Wu Zhu's strong body, nor did he have Eunuch Hong's profound neigong cultivation. But the way he used zhenqi was different from that of all the strong martial artists in the world. He could even climb the moss-covered cliff outside Danzhou, let alone this palace wall.
This was Fan Xian's greatest advantage.
His entire body was like a flightless bat, slowly climbing up the palace wall. Although slow, it was very steady, and there was no way he would fall. If it was suddenly daytime, and someone was watching from afar, they would certainly see an ugly black dot on the vermilion palace wall.
Climbing over the palace wall, he carefully avoided possible hidden sentries. Finally, Fan Xian's feet safely stepped onto the palace grass. While meditating outside the palace wall, he had already gone over the palace map he had designed in his mind a few times. Now, standing in the palace, looking at the huge palace complex under the night sky, and listening to the faint sound of the clock in the distance, Fan Xian's heart was a little nervous, but also a little excited.
At this moment, the map seemed to have become a clear path for his eyes. After a final breath adjustment, he disappeared into the darkness of the Imperial Palace. Not only did he not make a single sound, he did not slow down in the slightest. Relying entirely on his memory, he used the cover of the rockery and flowers to advance towards his destination. His method was very similar to Wu Zhu's, but there were some subtle differences. After all, his ability to calculate was still not as good as Wu Zhu's.
It was already late at night, and most of the people in the palace were asleep.
Fan Xian hid in the darkness outside Hanguang Palace, and confirmed that there were no aces in the inner palace. The real armed guards seemed to be in the front hall and the corner tower. This knowledge made him frown. The palace guards were so weak, it was a very risky thing to do. If Northern Qi sent a large number of aces to invade, what would he do?
As a thief who broke into the forbidden palace at night, and still worried about the country and its people, Fan Xian was truly a wonderful person. But his calculations were actually a little unnecessary. In this world, the only people who could jump over a 15-meter wall without alerting the guards were those who stood at the very top of the world. If such a grandmaster came, the ordinary guards would not be of much use.
He had forgotten that he was the only one who knew Spiderman's kung fu.
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