When Ouyang Rong turned out of the wellhead, he found that it was about to dawn.

The moon has set, and the east has turned white.

He sat with his back to the well, elbows on his knees, and took a deep breath.

The slightly stunned eyes reflected the small orange-red dots in the eastern sky.

I still remember that the first time I climbed out of the well, it was also at this dawn.

It's just that the current mentality is diametrically opposed to the mentality at that time.

There is also a lack of hair and other monks, and the hot pot ant-like eagerness is clustered.

The only thing that is the same is that he is firm in his beliefs, alone, and climbs out of the well.

"Coincidentally, do you have to start all over again...... No, this time, I'm not alone anymore. ”

Ouyang Rong admired the sunrise over the Yangtze River in the distance for a while.

When the warm early sun warmed his body, he got up and left the Beitian Relief Home, where monks and visitors gradually got up early.

The first place Ouyang Rong went to was Sanhui Courtyard.

This is also the Zen temple where he recuperated from his injuries for the first two times, and he is also familiar with it.

Halfway, he deliberately made a detour, passed by the courtyard where he walked out of the bowl and smashed Wei Shaoxuan, and found that there was no trace, and the nearby monks lived as before.

Speaking of which, after Bujian killed Wei Shaoxuan and Liu Fu, he and Libao'er did clean up and destroyed their bodies.

Later people, even if they guessed that there had been fierce battles here, it was estimated that it would be difficult to determine who the victims were based on the clues.

Ouyang Rong also had an idea, kept a hand, and deliberately let go of a Persian merchant who was not very familiar, leaking a little misleading tone.

I don't know if his slight manipulation has played a role right now, affecting the Wei clan forces entrenched in Jiangnan Province......

Ouyang Rong passed by the courtyard quietly.

After a while, he returned to Sanhui Courtyard, pushed the door and walked into the house.

His gaze quickly swept over the tables, chairs, beds, etc.

Someone has lived.

Ouyang Rong's palm slowly withdrew from the messy and wrinkled sheets on the bed in the back room.

After another inspection, he slowly walked out of the inner room full of medicinal incense.

He let out a long breath.

"Looks like I should have been here to recuperate a few days ago, but ...... Why is there no one to take care of, and no one cares if I sleepwalk and run around at night after I recover?

"Little junior sisters, what about them."

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly.

It's not that he is domineering and narcissistic, it's mainly that he is subconsciously worried about whether the little junior sister has encountered any changes, so he has no time to take care of him.

"But don't be in the book, after the protagonist recovers from his illness and wakes up from a dream, he finds that the vicissitudes of life are human ......"

Ouyang Rong shook his head, but glanced at the midsummer morning outside the window, but he wasn't too worried.

I was in a coma for a long time, but it was still in the summer season, and there was no change of season.

"What is this?"

Ouyang Rong's afterglow was suddenly attracted by a food box, walked over, opened the lid of the food box, and took a look.

Food boxes and plates are clean.

"It's a little familiar, the food box should be from Merlot Park...... Three layers, a lot of plates, at least two people. ”

He looked around the room and muttered:

"There should have been at least one person who had been guarding this house for a long time to take care of me, was it Wei Lai who came back? Or is the little sister doing it for you?

"Yes...... How can there be a flask in the food box, and someone drinks? Wei Lai should not drink alcohol, but it is possible for the little junior sister, I heard that the little lady casually mentioned that she had secretly drunk on the roof of Yilanxuan. ”

Ouyang Rong was as careful as a hair, stepped forward, reached out and rummaged through the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table, and became more and more sure that it was the little junior sister who was resident in this house.

Paper, ink, pen and inkstone are often used, it should be the little sister who has these interests, as for the white-haired maid, it is better to kill her if she is allowed to read and practice calligraphy......

Other than that, there are no other anomalous signs in the house.

In addition, the bronze mask, the Mojia sword box, the moonlight sword and other items are not in the house.

Was it hidden and kept by the little sisters?

"The little junior sister is also cautious in doing things."

A thought flashed through his mind, Ouyang Rong shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.

How is it, when I meet the little junior sisters later, I will know.

Right now, the person who took care of him is likely to go and prepare breakfast.

Ouyang Rong turned his head, first made the bed again, and then closed the window.

Empty to the Silent Room,

He closed his eyes, breathed and breathed, and slowly felt the state of the dantian.

"Is the aura full......

In the coma of these days, the Jiupin Dantian, which was originally lacking in spiritual energy, has slowly recovered its fullness.

Ouyang Rong, who was supplemented by one-third of the medicinal effect of the six-winged summer cicada, developed this nine-rank dantian, and the capacity and recovery speed may not be outstanding.

But it is a real being, something that truly belongs to him.

It is a solid foundation for its own strength.

Especially, at the moment, when the purple mist of merit in the merit tower is temporarily exhausted.

These dantian aura, coupled with the sword-wielding person's unique vein, and a hidden tripod sword, are his greatest life-saving strength at the moment.

The sword-wielder is as brittle as glass, but his killing power is amazing.

When he killed Liu Fu before, he personally experimented with it.

In the case of taking Qi Replenishing Pills.

Use the 'Return to the Coming West' top mastery, cloth sword fifteen breaths,

You can kill an ordinary seventh-grade qi practitioner who falls into the game.

Although Liu Fu was injured with a broken arm at that time, but looking at his powerless appearance, even if he was not injured, it was estimated that he could be killed, at most, it would take a little effort to let him live a few more breaths.

However, this also involves a new experience of the sword-wielder, and it is also the lesson that Ouyang Rong summed up when he killed Liu Fu:

Next time, you can't get too close to your prey, and the sword-wielder should stay away.

If it weren't for the fact that he used the mirage mask to play Wei Shaoxuan at that time, Liu Fu was defenseless, and when the qi machine was locked, he was so frightened that the revenant soul fled with the first reaction.

Otherwise, with the gap between him and before he jumped into the air and was split by the Ding Sword, it was not impossible for Liu Fu to use it to get close to Ouyang Rong and twist his neck.

It was also the fear of the third sword killing, so later, when Ouyang Rong deployed the sword for the fourth time and was about to kill Qiu Shenji, he stood far away and did not give the latter a chance to get close.

It was not until the final sword was completed that this soldier who had escaped death countless times on the battlefield was pitted very miserably.

"This Qi tonifying pill is very easy to use, it helps to supplement the huge consumption of the 'Return to Laixi' cloth sword, but unfortunately when I killed the Qiu Divine Machine, it was used up, and I don't know where to find it, there should be one in Ge Soap Mountain......"

Ouyang Rong paced in the house and muttered to himself:

"If you don't have a qi tonifying pill and can't use the sword for fifteen breaths, wouldn't you be able to kill a seventh-grade qi practitioner?

"But just using my dantian aura reserves, below the ordinary seventh grade, it should be invincible, as long as you keep a low profile, don't be the first to be discovered by the other party, just take off your head first.

"As for the ordinary seventh-grade enemy, if there is really no qi replenishing elixir, the 'craftsman' can also absorb my 'injustice' as fuel to urge and forcibly kill an existence like Liu Fu.

"As for the seventh-grade qi cultivators who are stronger than Liu Fu, such as the little junior sister, they are from the cultivation seeds of the orthodox Dao lineage of the famous family.

"Or a seventh-grade qi practitioner who cultivates strange and special qi techniques, I don't know how many breaths I want to use the sword, how many breaths I have to use more than fifteen breaths, I don't know if my 'injustice' is enough, but don't be like this time, handsome is quite handsome, but then he fell asleep."

Ouyang Rong sighed, rubbed his face fiercely, and muttered with emotion:

"This time, it is indeed too risky to kill Qiu Shenji, but fortunately, thanks to the meritorious purple mist and a special 'craftsman', it can be so exaggerated to attack and kill a seriously injured sixth-grade qi practitioner.

"At that time, I only cared about killing the Qiu Shenji, and I was greedy for this 'craftsman' that connected my heart, and I felt that the spiritual energy of the whole person was going to be emptied, and at that time, I felt that I just wanted to put my head up and sleep and never wake up, which was a little scary......

He frowned: "Anyway, how did this seriously overdrawn spiritual qi recover, I have to ask Master Shandao and the little junior sister when I go back, they can be raised as long as they sleep and rest?" ”

Ouyang Rong looked down at his palm, and a palpitation lingered in his heart.

He always felt that the consequences of excessive overdraft consumption of "injustice" seemed to be a bit serious, and it was best not to try it lightly before the last moment......

But no matter what, what the price to pay,

On that day, in the bloody state of the angry bullfight, he took the risk to successfully kill Qiu Shenji, but Ouyang Rong was greatly happy, and he still had a faint aftertaste at the moment, very fast!

What a sword-wielding man!

It is extremely extreme, but as long as you master a Ding Sword and have enough sources of Aura and Aura substitutes, then you will have almost unlimited potential in the way of killing.

Its upper limit is taken from the courage of the sword bearer to set up a game and rich imagination.

Ouyang Rong chuckled, turned his head and read:

"Craftsmanship."

Along with this whisper, there is an "arc".

The law comes out as he speaks, just like a Confucian sage.

It suddenly appeared in the middle of the back room.

The arc is so perfect.

The blue halo faintly reflected the calm face of the short-haired young man in front of him, and the bright eyes that flashed with appreciation.

The erected blue "arc" fell in his eyes, making the pair of pitch-black eyes of the sword-wielding man like vertical pupils.

A dreamy and mythical scene appeared in the house.

Suddenly, a throbbing surged into his heart, and Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand and touched the "craftsman".

The "arc" hanging in front of him, after being touched by his fingers, the clear blue halo gradually became richer, as if solidifying.

Ouyang Rong was blessed to the heart, his two fingers were lightly twisted, and his movements seemed to be like drawing.

Originally, it was a Ding sword at the boundary between fantasy and reality, but now it seems that he has twisted his tail and pulled it back to reality.

Under the light blue aura deliberately infused by Ouyang Rong, this "arc" slowly broke away from the illusory and moved towards the truth.

Ouyang Rong kept his eyes and whispered, "It's so beautiful." ”

It was only at this moment that he could see Ding Jian's appearance clearly......

It's just that at this moment, what Ouyang Rong, who was observing the Ding Sword in the house, has not yet discovered is that if someone looks from a distance, in the eyes of outsiders, when he infuses the spiritual energy of the 'craftsman', the aura fluctuations emitted from his body are almost none.

Just like ordinary mortals.

Inside the house, the scene of this person and a sword, like a farmer in the mountains, standing in front of a bend of the moon, as if ordinary things encounter dazzling myths.

But the original 'craftsman' of the sword qi that was wantonly vented and like a mythical Haoyue, the moment it was touched by the fingers of this "mountain farmer", the sword qi suddenly converged, and the breath disappeared.

The peacock that is like showing off on the screen completely folds its wings.

Ouyang Rong's body was like a black hole, hiding the wind and gathering qi, and anything that came into contact with it also converged on the fluctuation of aura.

It is like an eternal hard stone in the gale on the top of the big lonely mountain, which is unremarkable.

Inside the house, some people watched the sword in silence.

……

Beitian Nursing Home.

An old man with a crane and a beautiful girl with a sword on her back walked out silently.

In this courtyard full of poor people, the departure of the two people, who are also disabled, did not attract much attention.

"Don't worry, with the meticulous nature of your second senior sister, all the traces of suspicion can be erased, rest assured that you can go, with her to finish, that stinky boy, even if you are suspicious, it will be difficult to find your tail."

Zhao Qingxiu, who was beside him, looked back frequently, but Old Sun didn't look back, and pouted.

The old man talks a lot, and the girl is quiet, this combination of chatter and dumbness is really weird, but harmonious.

"Poor Dao can be seen, you and your senior sister, one is not over, the other is causing trouble, and they are both big-hearted masters, and these things of finishing and wiping your ass are all handled by the second daughter, right?"

Old Sun asked happily.

Zhao Qingxiu looked down at her toes.

He Qiu Lao Dao turned his head, glanced at the girl in a daze, and then glanced at the direction of Sanhui Courtyard from afar.

A trace of envy and remembrance flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, he disappeared without a trace.

Old Sun looked as usual.

At this moment, the two walked to a lonely Buddha hall and met a long-awaited woman in the white fur.

"Finally the mess is over? Let's go, Senior Sister Ling is waiting for us at the bottom of the mountain.

"Regarding your affairs, she has already talked to the people around Ouyang Lianghan, in her words, Xiaozhi is moved by emotion and reason, and it is clean.

"Don't worry about the rest."

Zhao Qingxiu nodded gratefully.

The candle in the snow turned around, and the three of them prepared to leave.

But at this moment, the Yunmeng Lady suddenly changed her face and rose from the ground.

After three breaths, the figure of the candle in the snow appeared in the sky above Dagu Mountain.

She took out a red lotus sword seal from her sleeve, grabbed it with her big hand, and grabbed a touch of clear blue sword qi from the copper seal.

The sword qi was suspended in front of the body of the candle in the snow, and she lowered her eyebrows, looking down at the entire Great Lonely Mountain.

But the sword qi in front of him did not move for a long time, and there was no sign of flying anywhere.

The candle in the snow looked puzzled.

After hovering in the air for a while, she collected the seal and returned and landed in front of the Buddha hall.

"The eldest lady also has acquaintances, and she is reluctant to go back?" Sun asked with a smile.

"Fuck off, shut up."

Sensing Zhao Qingxiu's concerned eyes, Xue Zhongzhu shook his head: "It's okay." ”

The brow was loosened, but the sorrow jumped into my heart.

What's going on with this fleeting familiar sword aura? Is it an illusion, or is Xinding Sword still in Longcheng County?

After the clue that Xie Clan's girl vaguely pointed to was broken, things were not as bad as she imagined, and Xinding Sword was taken away by other big forces?

The candle in the snow lowered his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but start to reminisce.

Could it be the man of great spirit that the old swordsmith mentioned? He or she is still lurking in Dragon City, and he or she doesn't even know that he or she has the Ding Sword?

It seems that only this explanation is quite reasonable, otherwise if she is a thief, why would she dare to stay under her nose?

In addition, why is this person so hidden, is there some superior person to help? Don't let her get caught!

Candle in the snow squinted silently.

Zhao Qingxiu seemed to understand the crisis between the senior sister and the sect, and some worries appeared on her little face.

At the same time, the mute girl bowed her head guiltily.

Her private affair with Tan Lang delayed the major events of the sect! That's what Senior Sister said before...... Liability.

At this time, the three of them were passing by the entrance of a Buddha hall that was gradually becoming lively.

"Two female bodhisattvas, please stay."

The kind voice of the Master of Good Guidance suddenly came from behind them.

Zhao Qingxiu turned his head sideways.

Candle in the snow is too lazy to turn back.

Old Monster Sun didn't look back, and the old bald donkey didn't call him......

(End of chapter)