The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 527

Five men in black fell to the ground. Ren Xiaoyao put away his sword and stood up, looking around. At this moment, a woman in green slowly walked out from the darkness, holding a jade flute. She was the one who made the sound just now. "Thank you for saving me, young lady." Ren Xiaoyao clasped his fists and said.

"You're welcome. I'm a disciple of the Five Poison Sect, my name is Luqi." Luqi smiled slightly, her voice as sweet as a mountain stream. "In fact, our leader already knew you would come, so he specially ordered me to wait here and gave you a secret book."

Hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao was moved. He did not expect the Five Poisons Church to be so generous. After receiving the secret book, he opened it and saw that it contained a set of martial arts called "Five Poisons Magical Skills". Looking at the secret book in his hand, Ren Xiaoyao could not help but sigh with emotion: "It turns out that all this is destined."

"Mr. Ren, it's getting late. Why don't you follow me back to the sect to rest for a night and then set off again tomorrow?" Luqi asked softly.

Ren Xiaoyao nodded and followed Luqi towards the Five Poison Sect. The night breeze blew on his face, but his heart was filled with infinite longing for the future.

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"Today's battle was won thanks to Miss Luqi's help."

"Mr. Ren, thank you for your praise. It is my honor to serve you."

As the sun sets, the sunset glows on the rolling mountains, creating a peaceful and tranquil scene. Ren Xiaoyao sets out on his journey to Mount Tai, his heart filled with desire and curiosity for the unknown. Mount Tai is majestic and has been a sacred place in the hearts of martial artists since ancient times. At this moment, he is in this sacred place, and a different feeling surges in his heart.

When they reached the middle of the mountain, they saw clouds and mist, as if they had stepped into another world. Suddenly, a clear flute sound came from the depths of the clouds and mist, the tune was melodious, but with a bit of sadness. Ren Xiaoyao's heart moved, and he followed the sound, passing through the heavy mist. Suddenly, he saw a woman in white holding a jade flute in a quiet valley, concentrating on playing it.

"Girl, why are you playing the flute here alone?" Ren Xiaoyao asked with a fist clasped.

The woman turned her head when she heard the voice, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she smiled: "Sir, did you hear the meaning of my song?"

Ren Xiaoyao listened attentively, and felt that the sound of the flute seemed to contain endless sorrow and longing. "The girl seems to be troubled, why don't you tell her, maybe I can help you a little."

The woman sighed softly, "Young Master, your hearing is indeed extraordinary. To be honest, my master once left behind a martial arts secret book, but somehow it was lost in this mountain. If we can't find it, I'm afraid that my master's life's work will be wasted."

Ren Xiaoyao's heart tightened when he heard this. Although Mount Tai is huge, it is not easy to find a secret book. "I am willing to lend a hand, young lady. Do you have any clues?"

"Thank you, sir." The woman said gratefully, "I heard from my master that this book is hidden in a secret place and can only be found by solving the puzzle."

After discussing, the two decided to search together. With his extraordinary memory and keen insight, Ren Xiaoyao quickly found several seemingly insignificant clues. Following these clues, they crossed mountains and ridges and finally came to a steep cliff.

"The terrain here is dangerous, how are we going to get down?" The woman looked at the bottomless cliff with a frown on her face.

Ren Xiaoyao looked around and found a path that was almost covered with weeds. "It seems this is the place we are looking for."

The two carefully walked down the path and finally reached the bottom of the cliff. They saw a poem engraved on a huge rock, with strong handwriting: "After twists and turns, you may think there is no way out, but when you look up, you will find another village."

“This is…” The woman recited the poem softly, with a gleam in her eyes.

Ren Xiaoyao looked around carefully and suddenly noticed a few willow trees not far away, swaying gently in the wind. "Girl, look, is this the place?"

As they approached, a gust of wind blew and a hidden cave was revealed between the willow trees. The two walked in without hesitation. The light in the cave was dim, but Ren Xiaoyao used the weak light to find a yellowed book lying quietly on the stone platform.

"Is this the secret book you are looking for?" Ren Xiaoyao picked up the book and handed it to the woman.

The woman took the secret book, her eyes slightly red: "Thanks to your help, sir. I will never forget this kindness."

"It's just a small favor, not worth mentioning." Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, "Now that we have obtained the secret book, we should go back."

The two walked out of the cave hand in hand. It was already late in the evening, and the moonlight was shining, adding a bit of mystery to Mount Tai. The woman turned to Ren Xiaoyao and said, "I will remember what happened today. If you need me in the future, just come to me."

"It's a deal." Ren Xiaoyao said with a fist salute.

The two smiled at each other and went back home. This night on Mount Tai witnessed the encounter and mutual assistance of two young hearts, and it also became a beautiful memory in their hearts forever.

"Brother Ren, see you later!"

"Take care girl, I look forward to seeing you again!"

It was already late, and Ren Xiaoyao walked into the desert alone (7). The wind blew up, and the yellow sand filled the sky, blocking his sight and hiding all traces. His destination was a legendary mysterious oasis, where it was said that the greatest treasure of the martial arts world was hidden. In the desert, everything seemed so small, and Ren Xiaoyao's figure appeared and disappeared in the wind and sand, as if he would be swallowed up by this ruthless land at any time.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from not far away, breaking the silence. Ren Xiaoyao stopped alertly and listened carefully. The sound of deep breathing mixed with the wind seemed to indicate that something was approaching quietly. "Who's there?" He shouted, his voice echoing in the empty desert.

"Brother Ren, it's me." As the words fell, a man in black slowly walked out from behind the sand dunes. It was his old acquaintance and also his old enemy - Mo Wuhen. Mo Wuhen's eyes were filled with a complex expression, with memories of past grievances and the tension of the moment (3).

"Mo Wuhen, why are you here?" Ren Xiaoyao frowned, secretly alert in his heart. There was an unresolved grudge between the two, and now that they met on a narrow road, a fierce battle seemed inevitable.

"I'm here for that martial arts treasure as well." Mo Wuhen sneered, "However, since Brother Ren is here too, why don't we join forces? After all, it's almost impossible to find the oasis on one's own."

Ren Xiaoyao was silent for a moment. He knew that what Mo Wuhen said was true. In this vast desert, it was indeed difficult to find the legendary oasis alone. But how could he easily trust this enemy who had tried to kill him many times?

"Okay, I hope you can keep your promise." In the end, Ren Xiaoyao nodded and decided to put aside his grudges temporarily and cooperate with Mo Wuhen.

The two travel together and encounter many dangers along the way. When a sandstorm hits, they stick together to resist the invasion of the wind; when they encounter wild beasts in the desert, they fight side by side and cooperate with each other tacitly. During this journey, they seem to have found some of their old friendship.

However, when they finally arrived at the oasis, they found that someone had already arrived there first. A mysterious master stood in the center of the oasis, holding a treasure, surrounded by traps. "You are late." The mysterious man said coldly, his eyes were like torches, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Ren Xiaoyao and Mo Wuhen looked at each other, and they both knew that in order to take back the treasure, they had to defeat the powerful enemy in front of them. The two exchanged glances tacitly and then launched an offensive. The flashes of swords and shadows intertwined into a beautiful picture under the setting sun. The battle was extremely fierce, and every move was full of the collision of power and wisdom.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly noticed a flash of determination in Mo Wuhen's eyes. He rushed towards the mysterious master and used all his strength to deliver a fatal blow. The mysterious man was caught off guard by this sudden change and was defeated in an instant. Mo Wuhen was also seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"Why?" Ren Xiaoyao hurriedly stepped forward to support Mo Wuhen, his eyes full of confusion.

"Brother Ren, I..." Mo Wuhen forced a smile with difficulty, "This is the only way I can atone for my past mistakes."

Ren Xiaoyao looked at the martial arts treasure in his hand, feeling mixed emotions. He had never thought that the feud between him and Mo Wuhen would end in this way. "Mo Wuhen, don't worry, I will take good care of you..."

"No need." Mo Wuhen shook his head and chuckled, "I am already very satisfied to atone for my sins in this way. Brother Ren, please make good use of this treasure and make it play its greatest role."

Ren Xiaoyao nodded silently, his eyes slightly red. In this desolate desert, he witnessed a life-and-death battle and also experienced the most sincere emotions in human nature.

"Mo Wuhen, you must hold on!" Ren Xiaoyao's voice was choked with sobs.

Mo Wuhen smiled and closed his eyes: "Brother Ren, thank you..."

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling over a mysterious place. Ren Xiaoyao, dressed in a green shirt, stands on the top of Mount Tai, looking into the distance. The sound of the wind passes by his ears, as if telling an ancient and distant story. Mount Tai, this majestic place, is filled with an unusual atmosphere at this moment.

"Brother Ren," a familiar voice came from behind. It was his good friend Lu Wushuang, "Why did you come here alone so late at night?"

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly and turned around: "It's just because I have an inexplicable feeling in my heart, as if something big is about to happen."

Lu Wushuang frowned: "I feel the same way, but I don't know why I'm so nervous."

Just as he finished speaking, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the bottom of the mountain. The two looked towards the source of the sound alertly. They saw a ragged middle-aged man stumbling forward, looking panicked and panting, saying, "Hurry... hurry up, there is a strong enemy attacking!"

Ren Xiaoyao and Lu Wushuang looked at each other, and both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. It was rare for someone to dare to openly challenge on Mount Tai. The two of them moved, and shot out like arrows, rushing towards the direction pointed by the middle-aged man.

Soon, they arrived at a wide flat area, where they saw dozens of masked men in black clothes surrounding them, all holding sharp blades and full of murderous intent. The leader was a burly man, holding a large knife with a cold glow, and staring at Ren Xiaoyao and the others with a cold look.

"Who are you? Why did you break into Mount Tai at night?" Ren Xiaoyao asked in a deep voice.

The leader sneered: "It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is that we will take your life tonight!"

After saying that, the man suddenly swung his sword, and a sharp blade light broke through the air and headed straight for Ren Xiaoyao's face. Ren Xiaoyao moved to the side and easily avoided it. At the same time, he flipped his right hand and drew out the long sword he carried with him. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, making bursts of dragon roars.

"In that case, let me see what you can do!" Before Ren Xiaoyao finished his words, the sword in his hand had turned into a silver light and stabbed towards the leader.

A fierce battle ensued. Ren Xiaoyao and Lu Wushuang cooperated well, attacking and defending, forcing the other side to retreat step by step. However, the number of the men in black was large, and their offensive was continuous, and the situation gradually became stalemate.

At this moment, suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire night sky. Along with the roar of thunder, a strong breath came from the sky, shocking everyone's heart.

A white-haired old man came walking on clouds, emitting a sense of righteousness. He slowly landed in the center of the battlefield, his eyes like torches, scanning the surroundings: "How dare you, the scoundrels, act so presumptuously here!"

The leader's face changed drastically, and he quickly ordered a retreat. Seeing this, everyone did not dare to stay any longer and fled in all directions.

The old man turned to look at Ren Xiaoyao and Lu Wushuang and smiled gently: "Two young heroes, I am the head of Mount Tai, and I have come to help you."

Ren Xiaoyao clasped his fists and bowed: "Senior, I am very grateful for your generosity."