Chapter 670: No Restraint in Dreams

The feeling of death and the scene before his eyes shattered simultaneously. When the pain approached real death, everything in front of him was reflected in its illusory true face. Yue Muzhou was just a phantom. Although many of his details had been described in detail here, that was still an old shadow, and he was far from being as real as the characters in the Phantom Building.

The Spirit Realm can influence reality through reality, but it cannot influence reality through illusion. Under normal circumstances, the two can coexist harmoniously, and no difference can be seen, but once a collision occurs where one must be chosen over the other, that boundary is clearly manifested.

The Mingyue Palace Spirit Realm returned to its original position. Seeing Pei Ye stood in front of the closed door, as if nothing had happened. It was still quiet lights and new spring rain.

But of course that was not the case. Seeing Pei Ye's hand still subconsciously pressed his throat, wanting to cover the wound. It took a long time for his heart and lungs to continue beating slowly.

Twenty-three years ago, was this the kind of sword He Wujian faced?

He could indeed look after the entire Mingyue Palace alone. There was no so-called opportunity to take advantage of, no dead angle of perception. He sat there and it was enough. This was a crossbow with a tight string. As long as your malice was slightly revealed, the arrow would pierce your throat first.

But in front of such a sword, He Wujian stabbed the sharp blade into the Empress's heart.

Did he actually have time to jump to the window?

Seeing Pei Ye thought about that file... Crane List, Crane List Master, it should be so, after all, Zhu Gaoyang was only listed at 296.

But the sword of the Audience Hall might not be so fast, because this is the Great Ming Palace, and he and Yu Sicheng had just fought physically for so many rounds. He was already in the eighth life, and in some respects, he had already reached the limit of human physical quality.

Seeing Pei Ye was silent for a while, his heartbeat gradually stabilized, and thoughts turned in his heart. He raised his hand to push the door again.

The man was still sitting on the steps.

"Ordered to guard the palace, idlers stop." He raised his eyes to look at the young man, "Who are you?"

"Yan Inspector Seeing Pei Ye, ordered by Master Li to report the news to the Crane Inspector." Seeing Pei Ye walked up and handed the Yanzi plaque to him.

"What's the matter?" Yue Muzhou took it, flipped through it twice, and raised his eyes.

"【Four-Water Cult Snake】 He Wujian plans to assassinate the Empress tonight, specially reported to Crane Inspector Yue."

Yue Muzhou frowned slightly: "I know this person. When and how will he make a move?"

Seeing Pei Ye shook his head but sat down beside him: "According to the Crane Inspector, how will he make a move?"

Yue Muzhou pondered slightly: "I have dealt with He Wujian. He is not a stupid person, nor is he an ignorant person. If there is no certainty, he will not make a move."

"Yes, but I don't know what certainty there is."

Yue Muzhou turned his head, and those narrow eyes looked at him several times.

Seeing Pei Ye said: "Are you thinking in your heart, 'Can a person like you also be a Yan Inspector?'"

Yue Muzhou was stunned.

"What kind of person am I?" Seeing Pei Ye looked at him.

Yue Muzhou turned to smile in a daze, and looked at him again: "You are the kind who looks like a cute fool, most suitable for playing a stupid knight tortured by villains in Jianghu vendettas."

Seeing Pei Ye was stunned for a moment and laughed "puchi".

"Oh? What are you laughing at?"

"You should look in the mirror first," Seeing Pei Ye sneered.

Yue Muzhou didn't refute. He was silent for a while, looked at him lightly: "I thought about it, I might indeed be. But I won't make mistakes when I am a Crane Inspector. One day if I resign from the position, it's hard to say."

"Since that's the case, let's say you're not stupid," he added.

When he said this, he didn't look at the young man, looking at the rain in the air or the night sky after the rain, one leg stretched under the steps, one leg crossed, his posture quite leisurely and elegant.

Some things in the Spirit Realm were too real. Seeing Pei Ye watched him quietly. At this distance, he could almost smell the warm scent on him, almost identical to the smell of skin when he lay in the old man's arms in childhood.

He wrinkled his nose, his throat moved again, and he turned his head away.

"Yes, it's not stupid to be like you," he sneered coldly, "You want to go, you want to die, how elegant."

Yue Muzhou looked at him strangely: "Do I know you?"

"..." Seeing Pei Ye glared at him.

For some reason, Yue Muzhou didn't hate this inexplicable young Yan Inspector, lowered his head and stretched his other leg, saying: "You said He Wujian is coming to Mingyue Palace to assassinate, where did the news come from?"

"Master Li said so," Seeing Pei Ye said, "Can you stop him?"

"He Wujian has dealt with me. He started in the war, easily influenced by Northern Yan. He also mixed up from the bottom of the Jianghu, skilled in fighting, very patient, and very careful," Yue Muzhou said, "If he wants to come to Mingyue Palace, he will know that I am guarding, so he won't be too anxious."

"Won't be too anxious?"

"He will mostly wait for some better opportunities."

"If not."

"Not?"

"Not." Seeing Pei Ye looked at the man's black eyes, the two pairs of eyes looking at each other, "They don't choose to bypass you, even in the palace, even knowing that you are guarding in front of the steps, they still choose to assassinate... maybe it's tonight."

"I will kill everyone," Yue Muzhou said.

"He won't fight with you," Seeing Pei Ye said, "He enters from the back hall and rushes directly to Wei Qingju. How fast can you stop someone?"

"I will kill everyone."

"What if when you discover it, he is already in the sleeping palace."

"I will kill him."

"What if when you discover it, he is already in front of Wei Qingju's couch."

"No meaning, I will kill him."

"What if when you discover it, his sword has already stabbed into Wei Qingju's heart." Seeing Pei Ye said.

Yue Muzhou slowly raised his head, looking at the young man, the two pairs of eyes looking at each other.

"There is no such fast sword in the world," he said.

"Absolutely no such fast sword?"

"Absolutely none."

"Why?"

"Because my sword is the fastest sword in the world," Yue Muzhou looked at him.

It was quiet in front of the steps for a while, only the rain rustling finely.

This was the spring night of the fourth year of Suolin. Yue Muzhou was twenty-seven years old. Not many people knew his name yet. Two years later, he participated in the Feather and Scale Trial for the first time and was listed twenty-third on the Crane List.

"If, there is such a place," Seeing Pei Ye believed, but he didn't move his eyes away, saying slowly, "Assume that the space we are in is a piece of paper. All of us, everything we can touch, are on the front of this paper, but someone can reach the back of this paper."

"But after he goes to the back, he melts into the air, and there is no trace of him in the world. He moves on the back and can reach any position the front can reach, while we have no feeling at all," Seeing Pei Ye said, "He enters and exits freely on the front and back. When he appears, he has already stabbed his sword into Wei Qingju's heart."

"..."

"..."

"You say, He Wujian is such a person?"

"Yes."

Seeing Pei Ye wanted to know how the assassination happened back then, how He Wujian appeared and disappeared like a ghost, and how Yue Muzhou almost cut his heart in one encounter.

When Yue Muzhou's sword pierced his throat like a ghost, Seeing Pei Ye thought, that might not be a contest of speed. The assassin held the Mirage Realm, his whole body immersed in it, coming and going freely. His sudden rise was not in the perception of the human world, only appearing when that sword appeared.

His sword appeared before his person.

Only in this way could he possibly be faster than Yue Muzhou's sword.

Seeing Pei Ye was guessing before, but after personally experiencing this sword, he was absolutely certain.

Yue Muzhou sat in front of the steps, Seeing Pei Ye sat beside him, their respective swords placed beside their feet. The raindrops hit the lower parts of both sword scabbards, making them wet and bright.

"Crane Inspector Yue, how do you stop such an assassin." Seeing Pei Ye tilted his head to look at his cheek.

Yue Muzhou looked at the rainy night sky, and after a while, repeated: "I will kill him."

"... Why?"

"Because you have already told me this matter."

"What preparations are you going to make."

"No preparations."

"... Just because I told you this matter, it won't succeed?"

"Yes."

"..."

"As long as someone tells me there is this way of assassination in the world, it won't succeed."

"Why?"

"Because even so," Yue Muzhou turned his head back, looking at him, his black pupils like two jade stones, "I am still faster than him."

Seeing Pei Ye believed it.

No empirical evidence, no logic, no reason, but he believed it.

"You," Yue Muzhou lowered his head and retracted his leg, his boots a bit wet, "Are you sent by Li Jian to assist me?"

"Yes."

"What skills do you have?"

"I can use a sword."

Yue Muzhou smiled.

"You don't believe it?"

"There are many people in the world who can use a sword."

"I will stop He Wujian when he leaves."

Yue Muzhou looked at him.

"But my sword is not as fast as yours," Seeing Pei Ye lowered his head and stared at the rain on the steps, "So we might need to try it first."

"Try what?"

"Try how fast I am, and whether I can stop that person," Seeing Pei Ye said, "I will try my best to learn and correct, and become faster every time."

Yue Muzhou frowned with some annoyance: "I still have to train you?"

"You don't want to?"

Yue Muzhou moved his gaze away without interest, leaning on the pillar: "Don't want to, I am enough alone."

Seeing Pei Ye pressed his sword and raised his head: "Good, then I will assassinate Wei Qingju, let's see if you can stop me."

The last word fell, he had already twisted his body and pressed the edge of the steps behind him, his body floating up like a bird, rushing toward the hall. This set of actions was done in one go, as fast as possible, and the sword in his hand was already two-thirds out of the scabbard.

A sharp blade was already blocking his throat.

"You are looking for death?" Yue Muzhou's posture was half-up, not yet leaving the steps, looking at him expressionlessly.

"First time," Seeing Pei Ye said to himself, "I feel I have improved."

"Then before you improved, you were quite weak," Yue Muzhou returned the sword to the scabbard and sat down, "Don't mess around. If I were drawing my sword against you, maybe I would be a bit slower than He Wujian."

He spoke very seriously, looking at the rain in the sky, as if he couldn't see that he was just a phantom.

"... He Wujian still has at least an hour, come on, continue." Seeing Pei Ye returned the sword to the scabbard and sat back in place, but his butt only touched lightly, and the whole person had already bounced out like a falcon again!

Yue Muzhou frowned fiercely, blocking the blade in front of his throat again, but the next moment his brows paused, and he didn't speak.

Seeing Pei Ye took one more step forward, while Yue Muzhou himself had only his left foot left on the steps.

Seeing Pei Ye returned the sword to the scabbard and retreated: "Continue."

Yue Muzhou didn't speak. He looked at the young man, seeming to tacitly approve of this boring simulation.

"Continue."

"Come again."

"Continue."

"Continue."

The boring changes of movement were repeated again and again. The two were like opponents in a race, from the front of the steps, to the door, to the curtain, to the screen... The distance Seeing Pei Ye could rush out became farther and farther, and Yue Muzhou had to spend more subtle effort to stop him.

But to be honest, it was indeed much faster, but it was not the same as the sword Seeing Pei Ye saw last time.

The body of the eighth life has a limit. You can infinitely approach this limit and take out faster speed, but the upper limit is drawn there.

Seeing Pei Ye tried hard to approach Yue Muzhou's speed, but he still couldn't understand the sword that pierced his throat last time.

So after another confrontation, Seeing Pei Ye already had sweat dripping out, and Yue Muzhou's muscles and bones were also heating up. The man looked at him with interest. Seeing Pei Ye stopped, but said: "This speed cannot stop He Wujian."

"Ah, yes," Yue Muzhou said casually, "Because I didn't use 【No Restraint】."

"What is 'No Restraint'?"

"Hmm?"

"What is No Restraint."

Yue Muzhou looked at him: "You are Li Jian's trusted Yan Inspector, and you seem to know me, yet you don't know 'No Restraint'?"

"Never heard of it."

"【No Restraint】 is my fastest sword," Yue Muzhou lowered his head and returned the sword to the scabbard. The faint mist between his lips during the conversation appeared in the cold rain, "It is also the fastest sword in this world. There is no faster sword in Taoism, and there is no faster sword in Yunlang. There is no faster sword anywhere."

"Within ten zhang, it arrives as soon as the thought is reached," he tilted his head and looked at the young man, smiling faintly, "At this distance between us, if I want to take your head, it only takes one thought."

Then he restrained his expression and said seriously: "So I stand here, and no one can invade this sleeping palace."

"Only you can do this sword?"

"This is the sword I created."

"You didn't try to teach it to others?"

"No one can learn it," Yue Muzhou said, "And I am not a fool."

Seeing Pei Ye said: "Then you try."

Yue Muzhou was slightly stunned: "Try what?"

"I am five zhang away from you now, just looking at you, you try to take my head."

"Really take it?"

"... Better not."

Yue Muzhou smiled at him: "You can step back a bit more."

"Like this?"

"Step back two more zhang."

"Like this?"

"About the same."

Nothing could be seen in time.

In an instant, his heart and lungs felt like being pierced by ten thousand needles.

Before the pain was produced, all muscles were already stiff. Seeing Pei Ye slammed his hand toward the sword at his waist. That was almost an instinctive reaction of the body, but before it could be drawn, a bit of coldness had already pointed at his throat.

Before this sword, Seeing Pei Ye understood two points.

First, 【No Restraint】 must be the fastest sword in the world.

Second, whether Yue Muzhou has preparations before drawing the sword really greatly affects the speed of the sword tip reaching the throat.

Yue Muzhou retracted the sword with a smile on his lips, clamping the blade under his flank: "Is this fast enough?"

Seeing Pei Ye just stood quietly in place, not speaking, and not moving. The sword light that flashed in his eyes just now was continuously searched out by him.

After a long while, he said in a low voice: "You step back."

Yue Muzhou was no longer in front of him, turned his head and said: "... Hmm?"

"Step back two more zhang," Seeing Pei Ye lowered his head and gently drew his own sword.

"..."

"Okay, about the same," Seeing Pei Ye said.

A cold shiver rose from Yue Muzhou's spine, hitting his brain straight. He twisted his body, looked solemn, stepped back, and held his sword horizontally. With a "ding" sound, the sword tip pointed before his collarbone, blocked by the sword guard, and the blade had already cut a thin line under his chin.

"..."

"Is it used like this?" Seeing Pei Ye stepped back and collected the sword, lowering his head and sending the sword into the scabbard, "Didn't use it too well, let's practice a few more times."

"..."

"What's wrong." Seeing Pei Ye looked at him.

Yue Muzhou looked at him silently, and after a long time said: "You can indeed use a sword."

"Oh, yes. Then, if, suppose," Seeing Pei Ye looked up slightly, looking toward the stars, "If I want to find someone to learn the sword, would you be willing to take me as a disciple?" ===== CHAPTER 671 =====