When Ouyang Rong climbed out of the well, he found that it was almost dawn.
The moon is setting and the east is white.
He leaned against the mouth of the well, sat on the ground with his elbows on his knees, and took a deep breath.
His slightly dazed eyes reflected the small orange-red dots in the eastern sky.
I still remember that it was at this dawn that I climbed out of the well for the first time.
It's just that the current mentality is completely opposite to the mentality at that time.
There is also less hair and other monks eagerly crowding around like ants in a hot pot.
The only thing that is the same is that he climbed out of the well alone with strong faith.
"What a coincidence. Do I have to start over again... No, this time, I am no longer alone."
Ouyang Rong admired the sunrise over the Yangtze River in the distance for a while.
When the warm early sun warmed his body, he stood up and left the Beitian Alms House where monks were gradually getting up early.
The first place Ouyang Rong went to was Sanhuiyuan.
This was also the Zen monastery where he had recovered from his injuries the previous two times, so he was quite familiar with the journey.
On the way, he deliberately took a detour and passed by the courtyard where Wei Shaoxuan had walked out with the bowl and smashed it. He found that there was no trace left and the monks nearby lived as before.
Speaking of which, after Bu Jian beheaded Wei Shaoxuan and Liu Fu, he and Li Guo'er did a very clean job, destroying the corpses and eliminating traces of them.
Even if later generations guessed that a fierce battle had taken place here, it would probably be difficult to determine who the victim was based on clues.
Ouyang Rong also had an idea and saved a hand. He deliberately let go of a Persian businessman he was not familiar with, leaking a misleading tone.
I don’t know if his micro-management has had any effect at the moment and affected the Wei family’s power entrenched in Jiangnan Dao...
Ouyang Rong passed by the yard calmly.
After a while, he returned to Sanhui Courtyard, opened the door and walked into the house.
His eyes quickly swept over the tables, chairs, beds, etc.
Someone lived there.
Ouyang Rong's palm slowly withdrew from the messy and wrinkled sheets of the bed in the back room.
After checking around again, he slowly walked out of the back room filled with the aroma of medicine.
He let out a long breath.
"It seems that I should have been recuperating here a few days ago, but...why didn't there be anyone to take care of me? After I recovered, was there no one to take care of me when I sleepwalked around at night?
"Where are the junior sisters and the others?"
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly.
It's not that he is overbearing and narcissistic, it's mainly because he is subconsciously worried about whether the junior sisters and the others will encounter any changes, so they have no time to take care of him.
"It's not like in this novel. After the protagonist recovers from illness and wakes up from a dream, he discovers that things have changed in the world..."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, but he glanced at the midsummer morning outside the window and wasn't too worried.
The coma was quite long, but it was still summer and there was no change of season.
"This is?"
Ouyang Rong's peripheral vision was suddenly attracted by a food box. He walked over, opened the lid of the food box, and took a look.
Food boxes and plates are cleaned.
"It looks familiar. The food box should be from Meiluyuan...is it three layers? There are quite a few plates, at least enough for two people."
He looked around the room and muttered analysis:
"There should be at least one person who has been guarding this house to take care of me for a long time. Is Wei Lai back? Or is my junior sister doing it for me?
"But... why is there a wine bottle in the food box, and someone is drinking? Wei Lai probably doesn't drink. It's possible for junior sister, Miss Li, who mentioned casually that she secretly drank wine on the roof of Yilanxuan."
Ouyang Rong was as attentive as a hair. He walked forward and fiddled with the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table. He became more and more sure that the junior sister was permanently stationed in this room.
Paper, ink, pen and inkstone are often used by someone. It should be the younger junior sister who has such interest. As for the white-haired maid, it would be better to kill her to let her study and practice calligraphy...
Apart from this, there were no other unusual signs in the house.
In addition, the bronze mask, Mohist sword box, moonlight sword and other items are not in the house.
Was it hidden and kept by the junior sisters and the others?
"Junior sister is very cautious when doing things."
A series of thoughts flashed through his mind. Ouyang Rong shook his head and didn't think about it any more.
As for the details, I will know later when I meet the junior sisters and the others and ask them.
Right now, the person taking care of him is probably preparing breakfast.
Ouyang Rong turned around, first made the bed again, and then closed the window.
The sky faces the silent house,
He closed his eyes, breathed in and out, and slowly felt the state of his Dantian.
"Are you full of spiritual energy..."
After these days of coma, the ninth-grade dantian, which was originally lacking in spiritual energy, has slowly returned to fullness.
Ouyang Rong, who had one-third of the medicinal power of Six-winged Summer Cicada, developed a ninth-grade dantian, but its capacity and recovery speed may not be outstanding.
But it is a real existence, something that truly belongs to him.
It is the solid foundation of one's own strength.
Especially when all the merit purple mist in the Merit Tower is temporarily used up.
These Dantian auras, coupled with the sword holder's Juemian, and a hidden tripod sword, are his greatest life-saving confidence at the moment.
The person holding the sword is as fragile as glass, but its lethality is astonishing.
He had personally tested it when he killed Liu Fu before.
While taking Qi-tonifying elixirs.
Use the top secret skill of "Return to Come", spread the sword for fifteen breaths,
It can kill an ordinary seventh-level Qi practitioner who falls into the trap.
Although Liu Fu had a broken arm and was injured at the time, looking at him with no power to fight back, he probably could have killed him even without the injury. At most, it would have taken a little effort to let him live a few more breaths.
However, this involves a new sword-wielding experience, and it is also the lesson Ouyang Rong summed up when he killed Liu Fu wisely:
Next time you can't get too close to the prey, and the sword holder should stay farther away.
If he hadn't used the Mirage Mask to impersonate Wei Shaoxuan at that time, Liu Fu would have been unprepared. When the Qi machine was locked, he was so frightened that the dead soul ran away as soon as possible.
Otherwise, given the gap between him and the tripod sword before he jumped into the air, it was not impossible for Liu Fu to use it to get close to Ouyang Rong and twist his neck.
This was also the reason why Ouyang Rong was afraid when he deployed his sword to kill people for the third time. Later, when Ouyang Rong deployed his 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 closer.
He continued to work hard until the sword was finally completed, which made this soldier who had narrowly escaped death countless times on the battlefield very miserable.
"This Qi-boosting elixir is quite useful. It helps to replenish the huge consumption of the 'Return to Come' cloth sword. Unfortunately, it has been used up when killing Qiu Shenji. I don't know where to find it again. Ge Zao Mountain should have it……"
Ouyang Rong walked around the house and murmured to himself:
"If there is no qi-replenishing elixir and the sword cannot be deployed for fifteen breaths, wouldn't it mean that it would be impossible to kill a seventh-grade qi practitioner?
"But just using my Dantian spiritual energy reserves, I should be invincible if I am below the seventh level. As long as I keep a low profile, I don't want to be discovered by the opponent first and I can pick off my head first.
"As for ordinary seventh-level enemies, if there is really no qi-replenishing elixir, 'Tianzuo' can also use my 'unjust qi' as fuel to forcefully kill beings like Liu Fu.
"As for the seventh-grade Qi practitioners who are stronger than Liu Fu, such as the little junior sister, who comes from the cultivation seeds of the orthodox lineage of a famous family.
"Or a seventh-level qi practitioner who practices weird and special qi training techniques. I don't know how many breaths I need to draw the sword, how much more than fifteen breaths. I don't know if my 'unpleasant energy' is enough. Don't be like this time. He's quite handsome." Handsome, but fell asleep afterwards."
Ouyang Rong sighed, rubbed his face hard, and muttered with emotion:
"Killing Qiu Shenji this time was indeed too risky. Fortunately, with the merit of Ziwu and a special 'craftsman', I could be so exaggerated as to attack and kill a seriously injured sixth-grade Qi practitioner.
"At that time, I only cared about the Killing Qiu Shenji, and had a gluttonous need for this 'craftsman' that connected my mind. I felt that my whole spirit was about to be drained. At that time, I felt that I just wanted to put my head up and take a deep sleep. It’s a bit scary to never wake up…”
He frowned: "By the way, how did you recover from this severely overdrawn mental energy? I have to ask Master Shandao and my junior sister later, can they recover as long as they sleep and rest?"
Ouyang Rong looked down at his palms, a kind of palpitations lingering in his heart.
He always felt that the consequences of excessive consumption of "unpleasant energy" seemed to be serious. It was best not to try it lightly before the critical moment...
But no matter what, no matter what the price paid,
Ouyang Rong was so happy that day when he took the risk and succeeded in killing Qiu Shenji when he was in the hot-blooded state of bullfighting. He was still vaguely recalling it at this moment. It was so happy!
What a sword-wielder!
It's extremely extreme, but as long as you master a tripod sword and have enough sources of spiritual energy and spiritual energy substitutes, you have almost unlimited potential in the way of killing.
Its upper limit depends on the courage and rich imagination of the sword holder who dares to set up a trap.
Ouyang Rong chuckled, turned around and read:
"Craftsmanship."
What appeared together with this whisper was an "arc".
The Dharma is spoken as it is spoken, just like a Confucian sage.
It suddenly appeared in the middle of the back room.
The arc is so perfect.
The clear blue halo faintly reflected the calm face of the short-haired young man in front of him, and his bright eyes flashed with admiration.
The erected blue "arcs" fell in his eyes, making the sword-wielding man's dark eyes look like vertical pupils.
A dreamy and mythical scene appeared in the house.
Suddenly there was a throbbing in his heart, and Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand and touched the "craftsman's work".
After touching the "arc" hanging in front of him with his fingers, the blue light gradually became thicker and seemed to solidify.
Ouyang Rong was so happy that he twisted his fingers lightly, and his movements seemed like spinning threads.
The Dingjian, which was originally at the boundary between illusion and reality, now seemed to be pulled back to reality by his tail.
Under the light blue spiritual energy that Ouyang Rong deliberately instilled, this "arc" slowly broke away from illusion and moved toward reality.
Ouyang Rong couldn't take his eyes away and whispered: "It's so beautiful."
It wasn't until this moment that he could see clearly what the Dingjian looked like...
But at this moment, what Ouyang Rong, who was observing the Ding Sword in the room, had not yet discovered is that if someone looked at it from a distance, in the eyes of outsiders, when he poured spiritual energy into 'Jiang Zuo', there was almost no fluctuation in the spiritual energy emanating from his body.
Just like ordinary mortals.
Inside the house, the scene of a man wielding a sword was like a farmer in the mountains, standing in front of a bright moon, like a commonplace thing encountering a dazzling myth.
But the sword energy that was originally released freely, like the work of a mythical bright moon, was touched by the finger of this "mountain farmer", the sword energy suddenly converged and the breath disappeared.
It's like a peacock showing off with its wings completely folded.
Ouyang Rong's body was like a black hole, hiding the wind and gathering energy. Anything that came into contact with it would also restrain the fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Just like the eternal hard stone in the strong wind on the top of Dagushan Mountain, it is ordinary and unremarkable.
Inside the house, someone was watching the sword quietly.
…
Bei Tian Alms Home.
An old Taoist wearing a crane cloak and a handsome girl carrying a sword walked out silently.
In this courtyard full of poor people, the departure of these two disabled people, old and young, did not attract much attention.
"Don't worry, with your Second Senior Sister's meticulous nature, all traces that lead to suspicion can be erased. Don't worry, let's go. With her to tie the knot, it will be difficult to find the tail of that brat even if he becomes suspicious later."
Zhao Qingxiu beside her looked back frequently, while Old Monster Sun curled his lips and said without looking back.
The old man talks a lot, while the young girl is quiet. This combination of a talkative man and a mute man is really weird, but harmonious.
"Pindao has finally figured it out. One of you and your senior sister has an unresolved relationship, the other is a troublemaker, and both of them are big-hearted masters. Let the second lady handle all these finishing matters, right? ?”
Old Monster Sun asked cheerfully.
Zhao Qingxiu looked down at her toes.
Hehuo Qiu Laodao turned his head, glanced at the dazed girl, and then looked far away in the direction of Sanhuiyuan.
A trace of envy and reminiscence flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared without a trace.
Old Monster Sun's expression remained as usual.
At this moment, the two of them walked to a lonely Buddhist temple and met a woman in fox white fur who had been waiting for them for a long time.
"Finally done with your nonsense? Let's go. Second Senior Sister is waiting for us at the bottom of the mountain.
"About you, she has already talked to everyone around Ouyang Lianghan. In her words, Xiaozhi moved everything with emotion and reason, and kept everything clean.
"Don't worry about the rest."
Zhao Qingxiu nodded gratefully.
Xuezhongzhu turned around and the three of them prepared to leave.
But at this moment, the face of the Yunmeng lady suddenly changed and she stood up.
Three breaths later, the figure of Zhu Zhongzhu appeared in the sky above Dagushan.
She took out a red lotus sword seal from her sleeve, grabbed it with her big hand, and pulled out a trace of blue sword energy from the copper seal.
The sword energy was suspended in front of Xuezhongzhu. She lowered her head and frowned, looking down at the entire Dagushan Mountain.
But the sword energy in front of him remained motionless for a long time, showing no sign of flying anywhere.
Xue Zhongzhu's face showed doubts.
After lingering in the air for a while, she collected the seals and returned, landing in front of the Buddhist temple.
"The eldest lady also has an acquaintance. Are you reluctant to go back?" Old Strange Sun asked with a smile.
"Go away, shut up."
Noticing Zhao Qingxiu's concerned look, Xuezhongzhu shook his head: "It's okay."
His brows relaxed, but sadness jumped into his heart.
What happened to this fleeting familiar sword energy? Is it an illusion, or is the Xinding Sword still in Longcheng County?
After the clue that the Xie girl vaguely pointed to was broken, things were not as bad as she imagined. Has the Xinding Sword been taken away by other major forces?
The candle in the snow lowered its eyes, and the mind couldn't help but start to reminisce.
Could it be the energetic man the old swordsmith mentioned? He or she is still lurking in Dragon City, and doesn't even know he or she has the Cauldron Sword?
It seemed that this was the only reasonable explanation. Otherwise, if he had a guilty conscience, why would he still dare to stay under her nose?
In addition, why is this person so able to hide himself? Could it be that he has some help from an expert? Don't let her catch you!
The candle in the snow squinted and said nothing.
Zhao Qingxiu seemed to understand the crisis between the eldest sister and the sect, and there was some worry on her face.
At the same time, the mute girl bowed her head in guilt.
Her personal affairs with Tan Lang delayed the sect's important events! That's what the senior sister said before...responsibility.
At this time, the three of them were passing by the entrance of a Buddhist temple that was gradually getting busier.
"Both female Bodhisattvas, please stay."
Master Shandao's kind voice suddenly came from behind them.
Zhao Qingxiu turned back.
Xuezhongzhu was too lazy to look back.
Old Monster Sun didn't look back, and the old bald donkey didn't call him...
(End of chapter)
