“？？？”

Looking at the purple belly pocket in his hand, Ouyang Rong fell into a short period of contemplation.

He opened the sword box that was about to close, twisted out a slender sword arc with two fingers that hid merit and fame, and asked with a serious face:

"You...... What woods did you pick this up from? After a pause, his tone contained a hint of expectation: "You picked it up, right?" ”

The craftsman twisted, broke free from the master's fingers, skillfully turned twice on the top of the master's head holding the belly pocket, and then rushed to the southwest, and flew back again.

In addition, the autumn night outside was cold, but he could clearly feel the residual warmth on this "picked up belly pocket".

Ouyang Rong was full of black lines, gritted his teeth and said:

"I have done good deeds and accumulated virtue in this life, how can He De spread your sword.

"Originally, it was considered to be a line, but now it's good, you snatched the private clothes of the yellow flower girl who is like a jade, isn't this humiliation and revenge?

"I just teased you in front of people for not listening to me, and I really didn't say anything bad."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help clenching his fists, and his tone hated that iron could not become steel.

The craftsman originally dribbled around his head, as if he was proudly waiting for the reward given by his master to let him play outside for a while, but when he heard this, he suddenly hovered, "swooped", and plunged into the sword box.

Bang——!

The sword case slammed shut.

Ignore him.

"You can't say a few words? If you don't talk about you, next time the hell knows what you're going to bring back? ”

Ouyang Rong shook his head and chased.

The long sword box, lying on the table, did not move, did not answer.

At this moment, on the table in front of the Buddha, a lone lamp was lit, and the hall became more and more empty and silent.

There is a faint cold fragrance floating.

Ouyang Rong looked in the southwest direction, thought for a while, and sighed a little.

I secretly said "sin" in my heart.

His gaze shifted to the dark purple belly pocket that was a little hot.

He frowned slightly.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, purple was not something that everyone was qualified to wear, it was the most noble and mysterious color.

Because of the limitations of the coloring process of this era, the resulting purple cloth is extremely precious.

For the prime ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the people have the title of "Zhu Zi Xianggong", because the official uniform is vermilion, among which the purple official uniform is higher than the vermilion official uniform, which is exclusive to courtiers above the third grade.

And among the qi practitioners, the purple aura is also unique to the top grade.

and the empress of the dynasty, especially fond of purple clothes.

Therefore, wearing purple has naturally become a fashion among the top nobles of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is a symbol of dignity.

Ordinary people naturally can't go over it.

For example, the little junior sister, as a noble girl with five surnames, the lintel of the Xie family of Chenjun can easily serve purple and highlight the noble lintel, but the little junior sister likes and dislikes as she likes, and she is not interested in purple, and even thinks it is ostentatious, but prefers the whiteness or blues of orchids, and the little junior sister's intimate belly pocket never has purple.

Don't ask Ouyang Rong how he knows so clearly......

That Rong Zhen, who used to only wear a plain White House skirt, was cold and stern, but he didn't expect it to be a purple private dress inside, which was a little unexpected by Ouyang Rong.

Although this kind of woman wears a close-fitting coat inside that is not linked to the rank of the official uniform, wearing it is not overstepping.

But it still shows one point, Rong Zhen's background is not simple, anyway, he is definitely not a flat-headed common man, he has some lintels, but he entered the palace as a female official for some reason.

However, the whitish, faintly faded fabric of this purple belly pocket shows the ascetic cultivation of its hostess.

What is the explanation for this, is it a classic script that falls in the middle of the road and lives in the court?

Anyway, the name Rong Zhen must be a palace pseudonym, just like the female official Miaozhen, I have at least a name outside the palace.

In fact, according to common sense, there should be some words embroidered on a woman's intimate and intimate clothes, or a woman's nickname, or a lover, or a poem, showing a rich and delicate inner world.

Rong Zhen should be no exception, this one is spread out and looked for carefully, maybe you can find it.

It's just that a big man is in the dim Buddha hall, immersed in the lamplight, studying the underwear that the woman has just been pulled off, this style of painting is too outrageous.

Ouyang Rong couldn't do such a thing.

At the moment, he only felt that the thing that was accidentally brought back by the craftsman was tricky, and he had no intention of rummaging, and the gentleman was cautious.

"How to deal with this new burden......

Ouyang Rong's face was a little embarrassed.

finally dealt with all the horses' feet, but there was one more thing that was not in the plan, maybe after a while, Rong Zhen followed the breath, took a group of female officials, and "killed" it along the vine.

He groped in his arms, and the Burning Heaven Jiao Oil had already run out.

As for returning it to others...... Also, it's impossible to pay it back, at least not in person, he doesn't want to lose face? Even if it is in case, it will be approached to settle accounts in the future, and the main one will not admit it; Dingjian behavior, why does the sword owner pay?

Ouyang Rong bowed his head and glanced at a lone lamp on the table.

Hesitated slightly.

When he was about to crumple his purple belly pocket, he went to the table, took a smoke stove, emptied the ashes, and placed the empty smoke stove in front of the lamp, to put the clothes in it, and then burn it.

At this time, a rusty but cold woman's voice sounded in his ears: "I caught you." ”

In fact, to be precise, this stiff woman's voice not only sounded in his ears, but also sounded in the ears of all the people up and down Dagu Mountain who were awake and not asleep at the moment.

It comes from the nine heavens above the clouds and resounds through the Great Lonely Mountain.

Ouyang Rong was stunned at first, and was startled.

Above his head, the golden tile roof of the scripture copying hall, which had been repaired not long ago, was completely lifted by the snow-white sword qi that fell from the sky.

It is like Layue carrying a broom out to clear the snow, and thousands of broken tiles are bursting and flying.

The dark cold wind poured into the temple like sea water, Ouyang Rong's royal blue shirt blew the hunting sound, and the lone lamp in front of him was instantly extinguished.

This momentary abrupt change, like the switch between a dream and a dream awakening, the scene of the ancient Buddha with green lanterns, which was originally empty and lonely, was replaced by the scene of the cold evening breeze and the starry sky as soon as he opened his eyes.

And under the brilliant night sky, Ouyang Rong raised his head and vaguely saw the familiar scene...... One man and one fowl.

I saw a strange bird of prey with a snow-white body and four eyes and three legs flying high under the bright moon, and with a clear groan, like a meteor, its wings swept through the dark and inky night.

A tall female figure wrapped in a snow-white fox fur jumped off the back of the bird, her hands stretched out freely, her big sleeves flying, her toes pointing down, and she was slowly falling from the nine heavens.

In Ouyang Rong's eyes at this moment, this is "slowly", but in fact, there is a faint sound of breaking the sky, and the wind is galloping.

The downward trend also caused her waist-length golden hair to hang upside down on the top of her head, looking from a distance, like a long and swaying candle flame, the gale wind could not blow it out, and the more it burned, it seemed to burn the sky.

At this moment, if someone looks down from above, they will find that this golden flame-like shadow not only cuts through the deep and night, but also is like a rigid sword, vertically splitting the rich incense qi that has covered many breaths above the Great Lonely Mountain!

The end point of the straight trajectory that the tall woman slashed out like a sword, that is, directly below, coincidentally, it was the scripture copying hall where Ouyang Rong was, but she had not yet arrived, but the sword qi had already arrived, and she took the lead in lifting the roof of the scripture copying hall and locking someone's qi.

"Candle in the snow!" Ouyang Rong blurted out.

Yunmeng Jianze, the chief eldest lady.

How did she come!

Ouyang Rong's eyes widened and he immediately recognized the comer.

After all, this unforgettable scene that fell from the sky, he will not forget it when he is killed, and tonight, it will reappear again,

And this time, obviously, there was no Qiu Shenji or the old swordsmith to ask her to find, and the goal of this Yunmengze Grand Lady who fell from the sky was extremely clear.

The tables and chairs in the main hall creaked, and the golden-bodied Buddha in front of Ouyang Rong swayed, and on the Buddha's body, the gold-lacquered shell quickly fell off, like a boiled eggshell rolling between his hands.

Before anyone arrived, the sword qi was near.

In the snow-white sword qi that was raging in the main hall, Ouyang Rong's shoulders sank suddenly, and the floor tiles under his feet exploded.

When he first witnessed this scene in front of the sword furnace of Xiaogu Shanjia, he had not yet become a sword-wielding man, standing like a minion, and when the sky fell, there were Qiu Shenji, Wei Shaoxuan and other tall people on top.

And right now, the target of this Yunmeng Grand Lady to lock the qi machine is only him, and Taishan is pressing on the top.

The two experiences before and after are simply different.

Only in this situation can he know how powerful this woman is!

The first eldest lady of Yunmeng Jianze Patriarch Hall, a real purple qi five-grade qi practitioner, and the leader of the world's swordsmanship!

Even the veteran five-grade peak qi practitioner Qiu Shenji was beaten by her, the "junior little girl", who lost her armor and stripped her armor, fled with serious injuries, and fell into the rank.

The floor in the main hall, centered on the position at Ouyang Rong's feet, appeared like spider silk.

His shoulders were pressed down inch by inch.

Grass, this woman is simply outrageous! How did you find the door, obviously the gas machine was hidden throughout the whole process.

Ouyang Rong scolded secretly, he didn't have time to burn his clothes and think about it, so he rushed over as soon as possible, picked up the sword box, and stuffed the crumpled clothes in his hand into the qin-shaped sword box that isolated the breath, and at the same time, the little guy who had ignored him before also flew out of the sword box with a "whoosh", surrounded Ouyang Rong, and guarded his side.

The snow-white sword qi was consumed by the Ding Sword, and the coercion decreased sharply.

So Ouyang Rong and the craftsman, one person and one sword, ran away.

But he is fast, but there are people who are faster than him.

"Want to escape?"

Not long after the young Confucian in the bronze mask ran away, the figure of the candle in the snow fell on the place where he had stood in the scripture hall where the roof had been lost.

I saw that the tall woman with blond hair was wearing a snow-white Wu skirt, carrying a long sword, and carrying something in both hands, one hand carrying the red lotus sword mark that was lighting up with a clear blue light, and the other hand holding two bloody heads.

Han-Hu mixed-race, she should have an exotic face, like a frozen snow lotus, arrogant and indifferent. The turquoise blue eyes are as deep as the abyss, and they are soul-stirring.

The two thin heads that had sneaked into Yun Mengze in his hand were casually thrown on the floor in front of the Big Buddha, and his figure was fleeting.

In the next moment, the tall figure of Hu Ji with a long sword on his back appeared a hundred feet behind Ouyang Rong...... As if jumping, the distance between him and Ouyang Rong is getting closer and closer.

Ouyang Rong was like a man on his back, like an unlucky man chased by an avalanche, urging all his aura to run wildly, and at this moment, the craftsman on his side suddenly stopped following and went straight up, straight into the sky.

Seeing the departure of the sword, the candle in the snow did not chase it, and the footsteps of chasing the fox-faced Confucian did not stop, and the distance became closer and closer.

Let the craftsman make the cloth sword, and she will take the sword bearer.

Hearing a voice behind him, like a whisper close at hand, Ouyang Rong broke out in a cold sweat.

"Coming back? But why is the cloth sword so far away, aren't you a blue qi eight pin? Could it be that this seat is wrong? ”

Her stiff voice was a little confused. Ouyang Rong urged the aura to run away, revealing the color of the aura.

However, this does not prevent Candle in the snow from drawing his sword.

A snow-white waterfall poured out from the scabbard, like a swimming dragon, and hit Ouyang Rong's shoulder.

Ouyang Rong's eyes were dark with a "hum", and he only felt that there was a towering snow-capped mountain that was thousands of feet high, and there was a snow lotus on the mountain, swaying like a cold beauty, the snow-capped mountain occupied all his field of vision, the surrounding world was silent, and the feeling of suffocation filled the five senses, so that he could not have the slightest idea of resisting, and suddenly wanted to appreciate the snow lotus one last time before he died, and did not resist.

But far away in the clouds, he was frantically ssiphoning the incense of Dagu Mountain, and suddenly there was a burning urgency, which turned into a sword in his heart, splitting the illusion of the snow mountain lotus in front of the sword master.

Ouyang Rong suddenly came to his senses, bit the tip of his tongue, and forcibly came to his senses.

Turning his head again, it was just a snow-white long sword that went straight to the point, where was the majestic snow mountain, the cold beauty snow lotus.

The survival instinct of people in times of crisis is unconventional.

At the last moment, Ouyang Rong, who had no place in the air to borrow strength, mobilized the cervical bones and muscles of the whole body, and avoided the sword with a very unconventional twisting angle, and the range of action was so large that his right shoulder was twisted to the limit, and with a click, he dislocated and fractured.

At the same time, he dodged a sword and was unstable, and smashed heavily into a pile of fallen leaves in the corner of the small courtyard below, where the monk had lazily not shoveled.

The candle in the snow made a soft "huh" sound.

Just now in her field of vision, it should have been the Yunmeng Sword Intent that even a sixth-rank qi practitioner could not dodge, but under the feet of the fox-faced young man in a Confucian shirt, a Zen-like Qinglian phantom suddenly appeared.

A wonderful solution, breaking through the falsehood.

As for the fox-faced young man in the shirt, he made an unconventional weird twisting action in the air.

The thin eyebrows of the candle in the snow furrowed slightly, and she smelled the unclean elements.

However, she had wanted to capture this rare sword-wielder alive, and this sword only used five points of strength.

The head of the jaw is about to be handed another sword.

But at this time, the cold and hazy moonlight around quietly bloomed a little, and the surrounding scenery, objects, and people were dyed with a faint blue halo.

In the sky, there is a round of "clear blue string moon" that has condensed fifteen breaths and falls.

The candle stood quietly in the snow, looking up at the sky.

"What is this sword called?"

She asked.

The young man in the Confucian shirt did not answer, and stood up from the pile of dead leaves with his right shoulder on his hand, under the bronze fox face with patches of frost autumn leaves, there was faint blood dripping from his lips, and the mask only revealed a pair of dark eyes, as deep as a deep mountain and a pool, reflecting a round of the moon and the people under the moon.

The candle in the snow nodded, carrying a rebellious purple breath to meet the "difficulty".

She has one person and one sword, and she collides with a round of crescent moon.

In the next moment, under the dark and thick sky, a speck of light exploded, intertwined with purple and blue.

The whole big lonely mountain is as bright as day.

(End of chapter)