Chapter 403: Unserious Ding Sword

The Daxiong Treasure Hall is brightly lit tonight.

The front hall faintly heard the chanting of a group of monks.

In the courtyard outside the apse, except for a coffin, the ground was full of broken tiles, rubble, and corpses.

Only a young Confucian figure remained.

It may be that not long ago, the wailing and noise in the courtyard were covered by the sound of the neat chanting of the great sorrow mantra in the front hall.

It may also be that before Li Li and the others entered the backyard mourning hall, the words of the good guide and others were effective - the monks were not allowed to enter when they heard any movement in the backyard.

Ouyang Rong wore a bronze mask with a fox head, bowed his head and silently finished cleaning, and no outsiders dared to walk into the courtyard during the whole process.

First, he groped for the bodies of Murong Qi and Murong An, and found a few pieces of gold, silver and jewelry.

Then I searched on the Persian merchant Li Li, and there was only a stack of miscellaneous items such as silver tickets and seals, and a token with the word "Wei".

First, he lowered his eyes and memorized the name of the firm on the silver ticket that corresponded to Webster's White Glove.

Then glancing at the familiar Xuantie tokens, Ouyang Rong shook his head and threw them in the coffin in the center of the courtyard.

There was no extra qi tonifying pill found on Li Li and Murong brothers, and Ouyang Rong felt a little regretful.

It seems that the Qi Replenishing Pill is indeed precious, and it is not often available, let alone the best Qi Replenishing Pill, so it must be used with caution, after all, it is not always possible to encounter such an opportunity as the Dagu Mountain Mountain Forest Temple, which can be borrowed from Qi...... He said in his heart, reaching out and touching the Dan box containing Mojiao in his sleeve.

Tonight, he unexpectedly had an epiphany about the correct use of the craftsman's Ding Sword Divine Power, and he was one step closer to the final sword technique, and then with the help of the incense of Dagu Mountain, he saved this Bao Dan.

Ouyang Rong finally set his eyes on Daoist Xi's corpse.

This Taoist priest wears a Nanhua scarf, does not grow hair, and looks dressed as a member of the Southern Sanqing Daoist.

According to the little junior sister, if you are born in the Louguan Taoist sect in the north, you will wear a mixed yuan scarf and grow your hair, just like the old Taoist who saw him in the underground palace for the first time......

Now Ouyang Rong is more involved in the world, and he also knows the possible identity of the dumb girl embroiderer, and then looks back, of course, he also found the strangeness of the crane Qiu Lao Dao, it should not be an ordinary person, but for some reason, he appeared in the underground palace twice together, is it related to saving him, and was brought by the embroidery girl?

Now is not the time to think too much, Ouyang Rong gathered his thoughts.

He squatted down, wiped the blood stains with his palm on Daoist Xi Daochang's torn robe, and groped with some anticipation.

This frivolous Taoist priest didn't know which mountain it was in the Three Qing Dao Sect, but when he was fighting just now, his eyes suddenly turned dark red and changed strangely, and Ouyang Rong saw it in his eyes.

Being able to soar all the way from the seventh rank to the fifth grade is definitely not an ordinary Dao method, it seems to have attracted some kind of unknown existence similar to a true spirit.

It's a pity that limited by the barren physique of the frivolous Taoist priest and the seven-grade dantian, this means of descending into a true spirit is naturally greatly reduced, plus Ouyang Rong is a sword-wielding person, and he breaks ten thousand laws with a sword, and he also has a steady stream of incense and gas, and he directly takes it on the spot. And if this descending true spirit hadn't met Ouyang Rong, who had mastered the divine power of the Xinding Sword, but had met any other eight-rank sword wielder, even if there was a Mojiao, tonight's script would have been the opposite.

Tonight's smooth wind and water also contain dangers and dangers, thinking of this, Ouyang Rong silently introspected and was vigilant...... However, this unknown existence, he should have vaguely seen the traces of the craftsman, and before the dark red in his eyes faded, he threw a deep look at him, Ouyang Rong noticed it, but he was not too worried.

Tonight he came wearing a bronze mask, and at the same time mobilized his musculoskeletal body, slightly changed his body, and made a disguise.

Ouyang Rong quickly groped for the corpse of Daoist Xi and showed a little disappointment.

There is no Qi tonifying pill.

Instead, I found something strange.

A pink belly pocket full of choking rouge gouache smell.

There is a booklet wrapped in his belly pocket, and the cover has the word "true message" scrawled, and when you flip it over, it is full of dense tadpole small characters, which are old and difficult to read.

"The True Message? The commentary given by "Erya" has the meaning of a real oral message. ”

Ouyang Rong muttered, he didn't have time to look, stuffed it into his sleeve, and then his eyes fell on the pink belly pocket in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This kid is not a serious person anymore.

A Sanqing Taoist priest, carrying this thing with him, where can a person go seriously?

However, smelling the familiar smell of rouge gouache, Ouyang Rong immediately remembered a certain concubine left by Zhu Lingxu. At the beginning, he pretended to be Wei Shaoxuan to deceive the token, and this little concubine was in the crowd of concubines who entertained him to pick up food and drink, and it seemed that there was also this rouge gouache smell on his body, mainly because he had been rubbing against him openly and secretly at that time, so he was quite impressed.

And not long ago, as the governor of Jiangzhou, he went to end Zhu Ling's absconding turmoil, and saw this little concubine again in Zhu's house.

But she never expected that she would fool around with this frivolous Taoist priest so quickly, but she didn't know if this hat was worn by Zhu Lingxu before his death or after his death.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but mourn for Zhu Lingxu for three seconds in his heart.

He was speechless.

What kind of mess is it, touching the corpse and finding an adulterous relationship?

It seems that tonight not only has a low explosion rate, but also has to be tarnished by pickles.

Ouyang Rong shook his head, at this time, the afterglow swept to the clear blue light around him, and he squatted on the ground to look back and find that a certain little guy was floating in the air above his head.

I saw that its sword body was slightly tilted and motionless, as if it was quietly looking at the strange behavior of the male owner below.

In fact, since Ouyang Rong finished killing people just now, squatting down and touching the corpses one by one, this clear blue "sword arc" has been following him, following him like a curious cat.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong didn't have time to explain to a sword, in addition to killing people to get the head, touching the corpse explosion equipment was actually a kind of fun.

He thought to himself, and whispered, "Go back." ”

The little guy who was enjoying the incense and soaking up the incense tonight was swaying left and right in the air, looking a little reluctant.

Until Ouyang Rong frowned slightly,

The psychic little guy moved, turned from static, first on the top of the head of the man holding the pink belly pocket, dripping and spinning twice, and then "whoosh", broke through the air, and reluctantly flew back to the "dark and dull wooden box" in a certain scripture copying hall in the distance.

Tonight, there is incense and gas to provide a steady stream of "fuel", and between the craftsman and Ouyang Rong, the distance limit of more than ten zhang has been temporarily lifted.

"Is this the high-grade sword-bearer...... I experienced it in advance......"

Ouyang Rong muttered to himself, and at the same time was not idle, and threw the corpses of Li Li, Murong Brothers, and Daochang Xi into the original central coffin one by one, as well as pink belly pockets, gold and silver jewelry, silver tickets and seals, and other things.

He took out a small tube of burning oil, poured it into the coffin, and finally threw in a fire breaker and lit it.

The flames are blazing.

The pale green firelight reflected the bronze fox face on the face of the young man in the Confucian shirt, and the bronze was full of simple and indifferent texture.

After waiting for a while, when all the evidence and clues of these corpses were burned into ashes, he adjusted his sword, disturbed and cut off many breaths in the courtyard, and in the ashes, he turned around and jumped out of the courtyard.

Ben was about to go to the main hall of scripture copying, but without taking two steps, Ouyang Rong paused slightly, turned a corner quietly, and changed the way.

He silently recited "craftsmanship" in his heart, and calmly picked a dark and remote path, and walked a hundred steps, and the surrounding path became more and more silent and dark.

At a certain moment, a treetop blade on the side of the road not far behind Ouyang Rong swayed slightly in the night wind.

Ouyang Rong stopped, his voice switched to dullness, and he asked without looking back:

"Why, don't you continue to follow?"

In the next moment, the pitch-black trees that had been blown and swayed by the wind not far behind him suddenly exploded into fragments of fallen leaves, like dandelions in the autumn wind.

Ouyang Rong, who deliberately played the wanderer, turned back slowly.

In the woods more than a dozen feet away from him, I don't know when, an "arc" went and returned, and it had already exchanged hands with the slender figure.

It is almost impossible for the naked eye to see the details of the fight taking place there.

I can only vaguely see that, in addition to the dazzling "sword arc" like a string moon, there is a slender figure that sometimes puts the sword arc into its sleeve, sometimes stumbles a few steps, sometimes disappears, and sometimes falls from mid-air...... Dazzled.

The Yin and Yang family qi practitioners really have a lot of means, but they are dissolved one by one by the craftsmen who quietly returned and finished laying the sword.

Although the incense qi consumed this time caused the incense qi within 100 meters around Ouyang Rong to be almost absorbed by the craftsman, and even temporarily caused a vacuum of spiritual qi in this area.

However, the winner is still divided between three breaths.

The woods were silent again, and in the cold moonlight, an "arc" was hanging above the head of a shadow.

One person and one arc are located in the middle of the fallen leaves and flying trees, all of them standing still.

The shadow was coughing up blood on her chest, panting.

Ouyang Rong lifted his heavy fox-faced chin, and in the autumn evening breeze, he approached with his sleeves and took a look.

Sure enough, it was the familiar girl in cold palace clothes.

Rong Zhen raised her head and looked at the mythical sword suspended above her head, and the dreamlike blue light fell on her palm-sized white face, and now, the cold and cold expression of the past was gone, replaced by a face full of shock and doubt: "It's really the moon...... The boy was right...... I see......"

Sensing the approaching footsteps, she suddenly turned her head and asked the young Confucian who seemed to be wearing a bronze fox face: "You are the sword bearer!" What kind of sword is this, why have I never seen it? ”

Ouyang Rong's footsteps stopped in the shadow under a tree not far from her, squinting slightly, and remained silent.

As if she felt that she was being looked at wantonly as a defeated general, the girl in the palace costume blushed and wanted to open her mouth to reprimand him.

But in the next moment, she saw the faintly fox-faced Confucian in front of her turn around coldly, as if she was disdainful, and soon her figure disappeared.

Didn't kill her.

Rong Zhen was a little stunned, a little away, looking left and right, and the person seemed to be really gone.

Her face moved slightly...... Only one ding sword remained, still hanging three feet above her head, locking all her qi, but it did not fall for a long time, as if it was imprisoning the overseer.

So here's ...... Going to let her go?

The eyes of the cold and dusty palace girl were complicated, and she fell into a long silence......

Half an hour later, just in case, Ouyang Rong, who had made a few more circles, appeared in the scripture copying hall.

He walked to the table in front of the Big Buddha, silently lit a lamp, packed up the sword box and other things, and prepared to get out and leave.

Rong Zhen and other female officials can be regarded as a neutral force in Xunyang City, and they can balance the Wei family...... Ouyang Rong hesitated and didn't kill.

And judging by Rong Zhen's reaction and questioning, he should have just arrived, bumped into him who was about to leave, and wanted to follow and observe.

Just now, Ouyang Rong fought Li Li and others in the apse courtyard, and he didn't see the corpse.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Recently, Rong Zhen sent his female officials to Longcheng to investigate Zhao Ruye's case, and he knew about it early, so he also asked the experienced Yan Lao County Lieutenant to help finish the round.

It's just that I didn't expect that Rong Zhen herself came here tonight, saying that she, as the supervisor of the former army of Jiangzhou, shouldn't she be honest in Xunyang City, so she wants to find out the truth of Zhao Ru's case?

Oh, it's different from those smart people in Xunyang City who don't meddle in their own affairs.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

He only kills people he thinks should be killed, but he doesn't object to Rong Zhen and them investigating cases that they feel need to be handled officially.

There is no conflict between the two, and even if the latter are dedicated to their duties and can persist all the time, Ouyang Rong faintly appreciates it...... But personal appreciation is appreciation, and he won't let them catch it.

After a while, he looked at the deep night and felt that the hour was almost up, and his mind moved slightly, and he recalled the craftsmen thousands of miles away.

With the speed of Rong Zhen's six-rank qi practitioner, of course, he can't catch up with the craftsmanship of unlimited firepower tonight.

Others go first, and the sword gets out again, which can be regarded as getting rid of a difficult palace girl, and it can be regarded as a wonderful use of having a flying sword.

For the follow-up impact of this incident, Ouyang Rong had already prepared for it.

Previously, he swaggered to play the "felt hat trick" with Wei Shaoxuan's identity, and now he has cleanly killed Li Li and others, in fact, he has already prepared the consequences of being detected by Wei.

On Wei's side, in fact, as long as he is not stupid, he must have noticed that something happened to Wei Shaoxuan, Qiu Shenji and others, and the Ding Sword fell into the hands of others.

As for whether it fell into the hands of the Baoli faction when the Dragon City Ding Sword was released, or later Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji went to find some elixir sword trick but fell into the hands of Yunmeng Jianze, or other mysterious forces intervened.

Wei's side shouldn't be sure...... There's still a lot to come.

Ouyang Rong sighed lightly, cleaned up, and felt that the distance of a certain little guy was getting closer and closer, he picked up the sword box, turned around and prepared to leave the main hall.

In the next moment, the craftsman returned leisurely and slipped through the gap in the roof into the main hall.

But this time, it didn't just come back with a sword.

I saw that in the clear blue sword light next to the "Sword Arc", there was still something floating faintly.

The little guy took the equipment that exploded and circled around Ouyang Rong's head, as if to invite merit.

"What is this?" He was stunned.

The craftsman returned with a full load tonight, and it was satisfied to drill back into the piano-shaped sword box that had been empty for a long time, and the thing floating next to the "arc" lost the blessing of the sword qi, and fell lightly, and was subconsciously caught by Ouyang Rong.

A fresh and elegant fragrance is the first to reach the nose.

Leaning into the lamp, I looked at it and saw that it was a deep purple ...... Belly pockets.

The purple is very charming, but it seems to be worn all year round, frugal and simple, the dark purple light fabric has been washed and some of it is white and faded, and now, the rope of the belly pocket that should be tied to the woman's thin neck has been cut.

Ouyang Rong glared slightly, looking at this belly pocket that came from nowhere and still had a warm fragrance, and there was only one syllable left in his mouth at this moment:

"Huh?"

(End of chapter)