From the North Bank Ferry to the main grotto, there are broken limbs and broken arms, broken armor and bloody clothes along the way.
The cliff wall that Donglin Buddha leaned against was collapsed and cracked, and the golden Buddha was a little dim at this moment, leaving only some golden afterglow on the platform below, covering the seriously injured and breathing people.
The White Tiger Guardian and the White Tiger Guard who had no golden light protection had been killed or injured, and the defender who was fighting stubbornly was near the platform... This was the final defensive force.
The dark golden Buddha sat alone in place, losing the support of the cliff wall behind him, and still stood firm.
This is not only protected by the [Emperor Wen]'s magical powers transform into virtual and real, but also because the Donglin Buddha itself has excellent workmanship and materials.
It is conceivable that Ouyang Lianghan and Jiangzhou lobby have never cut corners and have always used the most exquisite craftsmen and craftsmanship to cast.
However, no one would pay attention to this at this moment. All the eyes of the audience fell on the white dragon flying in the clouds and the tall blonde beard.
The candle in the snow stood on the hideous dragon head of the white dragon, looking down at the sentient beings below indifferently, like a legendary goddess.
On the dome behind a woman and a dragon, there is a picture of lotus blooming with inscriptions, which serves as the background.
After Zhu Lengbingbing in the snow said that the person holding the hairpin would not be killed, the whole audience fell into a brief silence.
On the high platform, Rong Zhen, who had just been helped up by Yi Qianqiu, had a pale little face the size of a palm, which was bloodshot and red.
Feeling the sight of everyone silently casting at the mandarin duck jade hairpin on her hair, the girl in the palace dress was disgusted, and suddenly raised her hand to pull out her hairpin and raised it high, as if she was about to fall to the ground, but she was about to hold the hairpin and jade hand
The moment she fell, she suddenly cushioned again, and finally... she stuffed the mandarin duck jade hairpin into her sleeves.
Losing the only hairpin bondage, her black hair scattered on both sides cut her shoulders. Rong Zhen suddenly pushed Yi Qianqiu away. Madam Song raised her face and glared at the "Dragon Girl" and Bai Jiao in the air, originally clear.
The voice was hoarse:
"Nonsense! I haven't lost yet! I don't need to give you hypocritical charity. It's still unknown who can go out alive. Everyone depends on their ability! It's really despicable to show off their verbal benefits to disturb my morale."
The corner of the candle in the snow pulled down slightly.
At this time, Wei Shaoqi, who was far away on the top of Nanfeng Mountain, floated to the main grotto as if a light feather was floating, and came to the side of Xue Zhongzhu. There was a picture of the spreading peach blossom land floating beside him.
Today, we witnessed the mythical creature, the white dragon, the golden Buddha showed its power, and also watched the dazzling battle between two top-grade Qi training men.
The remaining people in the court in the main grotto were already exhausted and were not much surprised when they saw the middle-aged scholar flying in the air.
Although moving to control the wind is a privilege of top-grade Qi Refiners.
Far away on the top of the Nanfeng Mountain on the south bank of the Shuangfeng Peaks, after Wei Shaoqi left, Wu Daozi held a red pen in his hand, and there was a picture of the ink-wash double peaks in front of him. The old man turned around and asked Yuan Huaimin a smile:
"Does Xiao Huaimin want to fly?"
Yuan Huaimin shrank timidly and couldn't help but look at the scroll in front of Mr. Wu, Wei Shaoqi, who was rendezvous with the snow in the main cave.
Just now when Wei Shaoqi was still here, Mr. Wu inexplicably took out the red pen and clicked on the villain who belonged to Wei Shaoqi on the scroll.
Immediately, the little man in the ink painting was as if he was finished with the finishing touch, as light as a feather, flew towards the grottoes on the north bank. In reality, Wei Shaoqi also lost his weight and floated in the air, carrying the Peach Blossom Spring Picture scroll to the main grottoes on the north bank.
The actions are synchronized, exactly the same.
Yuan Huaimin couldn't help looking at the double peaks. Although the landscapes and characters on it were all ink painting styles, they all seemed to be intelligent and vivid at this moment. The scroll accompanied the changes of characters and scenery in reality.
Changing.
Speaking of which, this piece of painting was originally prepared by Yuan Huaimin, and today I was planning to copy the tribute painting to the Queen of Luoyang. This was also Qiu Niang's arrangement.
As a result, Mr. Wu took it away, not only painted the top scenes on it in detail, but also injected spirituality into it, making it lively, and it was extremely mysterious.
At this moment, before Yuan Huaimin answering, Wu Daozi smiled indifferently, first drew a red circle with a red pen, and then the tip of the pen pointed to the little man who belonged to Yuan Huaimin and Du Shuqing in the scroll.
"Lingran."
The old man smiled and said something lightly.
In reality, Yuan Huaimin suddenly felt that he was off the ground and was light and could blow him away with a gust of wind.
He turned around and looked, and the same was true for his companion Du Shuqing next to him.
The two seemed to have obtained the permission to control the air in this place "Ling Ran Ye Ye".
"I have drawn this place in circles. The people outside cannot get in. Xiao Huaimin can wait here and accompany Du Shaoxia. I will say goodbye to my old friend and go back. As for your friend Ouyang Lianghan, it seems that he is not on the Shuangfeng Spike for the time being.
, Only your cousin Yi Qianqiu is here, I will send my old friend away in a while. After the eldest daughter is having fun, I will bring her and take someone away. If you see Ouyang Lianghan in the future, I will also help you protect me.
...I thank you for borrowing paintings today."
Wu Daozi put down his red pen, backed his hand again, and walked into the picture of the double peaks in front of him.
Even though it was not the first time I watched this scene, Yuan Huaimin was still a little dazed; Du Shuqing, who was standing beside him, still closed his eyes, and there was a bronze sword hanging in front of him, as if he was immersed in it.
Meanwhile, in the main grotto on the north shore.
The towering Buddha sat alone without relying on it. The atmosphere inside and outside the platform below was silent. The sound of the piano on the bamboo forest was still there, but the golden light emitted by the Buddha Donglin became increasingly faint, just like the setting sun and dusk.
Under the dome, the snow-crawler stood on the head of the white dragon without moving. The white dragon did not attack the Buddha and the high platform again, and did not continue to consume a certain Buddha statue formation.
A woman, a dragon and a sword, just waiting quietly.
Wei Shaoqi, who came with the painting, looked at the people on the high platform below, and then looked at the big Buddha with dim golden light.
"It was a good opportunity just now. Why didn't the Grand Lady capture the Zhenxian Princess? Did she come to her house with her on her own initiative, afraid of being trapped?"
The candle in the snow did not answer, and Wei Shaoqi glanced at the inscription of the lotus flower at the dome above and continued to say warmly:
"But the Zhenxian Princess seems to care about this picture very much. At the critical moment when she was fighting with me, she was so important that she was eager to get out..."
Wei Shaoqi shook his head in confusion.
The grottoes in the mountains are prone to respond, and his voice spreads throughout the audience.
Rong Zhen stared at Wei Shaoqi with his red eyes as if he was about to eat him.
The snow candle raised her chin, a little cold and arrogant:
"It's not just because Xiaoqi is kind and pity, but don't forget what we are here today. It would be too boring to just destroy a Buddha statue and kill a few lackeys in the court."
When everyone heard this, the tall blonde beard said with regret:
"It's a pity that Zhang Shixiu left early. Don't he always like to ask me, how can Yunmeng save his face and inner self at the same time? Now he can take a good look, but unfortunately he is gone."
Wei Shaoqi nodded helplessly:
"Yes, the great lady said it right."
The candle in the snow suddenly said:
"I have been preparing for so long. Are you just trying this little trick? Do you have any new tricks? Take it out and try it. Don't be too slow. I'm very busy."
Yi Qianqiu's eyes wide open, Wei Wu's face was gloomy, and Lao Yang's wrinkled old face was a little numb.
Rong Zhen held the white jade Buddhist beads in his hand, lowered his head and stared at it silently, unable to see his face clearly.
Madam Song was a little embarrassed, with her white hair loose, her purple gold palace costume was damaged and tattered, and the Han palace lantern fell to the ground, and the candlelight was about to be extinguished, like a candle in the wind.
The old woman with white eyes tightly covered the wound on her right shoulder with her right hand. The injury was not light and she had stopped bleeding. Some strange dark blue patterns could be seen on the wrinkled skin at the rupture.
Her palms covered the pattern, her eyes rolled up, staring at the snow-crawler that had the upper hand, Wei Shaoqi and the others, with a sinister face, without saying anything, and without knowing what they were thinking.
No one refuted the words of Candle in the Snow for a while.
Wei Shaoqi couldn't help laughing.
Because he knew that the Great Lady's words were indeed not a temporary insult, she really thought so.
Wei Shaoqi clearly remembered that when Zhang Shixiu questioned in person that "it is difficult to protect the face", the answer of this extremely arrogant and arrogant lady, the answer was very simple.
To sum up, there are only three words: Crush over.
Yunmeng wants all the face and inner thoughts. It’s very simple. Just crush it, just like a roadside wheel, like a roadside wheel, crushing an ant, and suppressing the whole audience!
It is best to let the court do its best to prepare and give it enough time, and then the great lady and they will come and crush it over like a destruction.
Only in this way can Yunmeng's face and inner thoughts be preserved. Only in this way can the pseudo-Zhou court be truly in pain and fear, be deeply afraid, and be able to clearly remember who has the final say in Tiannan.
It's so simple and crude.
Including today, the imperial court was prepared for thousands of troops to defend, and only four of them, including the "Tiannan Jianghu Rebels", came to such a situation, plus a white dragon.
There is no situation that is more deterrent than a situation where the strength and manpower are very different but the winner and lose two times...
This is the face Yunmeng Jianze wants to take.
The snow-jacked Zhun's eyes were cold, ignoring everyone, waiting for a while, and his eyes fell slightly on a defeated general on the platform.
The strange blue Taoist patterns exposed on Madam Song's right shoulder did not escape her eyes.
The originally boring look of the snow candle raised some interest.
Wait on purpose.
At this moment, Yi Qianqiu, who was angry on the platform, suddenly picked off the silver-white tiger face and crushed the tiger face in hand. A silver ball of light lit up between her palms.
At the same time, changes occurred.
The white fog that originally covered the two peaks of the two peaks suddenly gathered wildly into the main grotto.
These white fogs did not enter the main grotto, but at this moment, they rushed in like crazy, and the white fog on the river was being drained.
The main grotto is filled with gray and white mist.
The candle in the snow in the air was completely obscured.
The white mist was so rich that the two people who were close together could not even see each other's figure clearly.
Not to mention the scene of the high platform and the big Buddha below.
The snow-jacked head slightly tilted, and the white dragon under her feet suddenly sank, and crawled into the sticky sea of fog below alone, rushing around.
There was no other movement except for the sound of rocks and the ground shattering.
The white dragon is as powerful as a rock sinking into the sea, and nothing is found.
Zhu in the snow raised his eyebrows slightly.
Wei Shaoqi was also a little surprised.
Not far away, a small bamboo forest courtyard, a smiling old man pushed the door and walked across from an old musician and sat down again.
The old musician lowered his head and ignored the visitor.
Wu Daozi looked at the man and asked curiously:
"It's not time to leave yet. If it weren't for me, that great lady had come to take your head off."
He gently twisted a red pen with two fingers and admitted with a smile:
"But it's because I'm here, no matter where you hide, they can move forward and behead you close. You can run away, stop doing useless things, for those wine bags, it's not worth it
.”
The old musician carefully corrected: "It's not for them, it's for myself."
Wu Daozi suddenly turned his head, looked outside the courtyard, and said with a smile;
"I'm delaying time again. Is this formation from the White Tiger Guard? It's interesting. Who did you want to deal with? Just like your piano sound, it's useless.
"It's really annoying, move it away."
The squinting old man raised the red pen in his hand and drew a circle in the air in front of him.
The sea of fog in the main grotto disappeared instantly.
At the same time, at the top of Nanfeng Mountain, Yuan Huaimin suddenly glared. In the ink painting hanging in the air in front of him, a ball of white mist suddenly appeared, obscuring the double peaks in the painting.
But in reality, the two peaks, including the main grottoes, disappeared completely on both sides of the two peaks.
All of them were moved into the painting by the old painter.
The main grotto lost the white fog, and the Donglin Buddha and the high platform under his feet reappeared.
The situation on the platform has changed a little.
Wei Wu's figure stood respectfully behind Rong Zhen, who was much shorter than him, took something out of his arms and handed it out seriously.
Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song, and Lao Yangtou surrounded the girl in purple-clothed palace at the center and hid her guard.
Old Yang dipped his fingers into saliva, and lowered his head and quickly read the Confucian scriptures.
Yi Qianqiu stood in front, leaning on a silver spear, his face was broken, his tiger face regained some blood. He was chewing something in his mouth, like some kind of elixir to heal and replenish qi.
The white robe and cloak on her back disappeared, and it was wrapped around the old woman with white eyes next to her.
Madam Song was hunched over, wrapped in a blood-stained white robe, covering the wound on her shoulders. There was a Han-made palace lantern in her palm. The candle flames recovered a little, making the old woman's wrinkled face a little gloomy, especially when she matched her
A pair of rolled their eyes and stared at the two people and one dragon above.
Wei Shaoqi narrowed his eyes slightly and told him intuition that the deputy supervisor of Si Tianjian who "if he is not dead is a thief" emitted a breath at this moment, and it was a little dangerous, as if... some kind of death aura.
The level of danger is still very different than when we first met.
Rong Zhen was wearing a purple dress, with three thousand black hairs like a waterfall shawl, and the bloodstained corners of her lips had been wiped, and her originally pink lips were as red as ripe cherry blossoms.
At this moment, after listening to Wei Wu's words silently, she silently took the thing he handed over solemnly, turned around, Rong Zhen's pair of lacquer eyes looked coldly at the confidant of the King of Wei behind, who buried his head.
It was vaguely visible that the thing she was receiving was a ball of red cloth, wrapping it up.
Snow candles are behind their hands, and they look down.
Seeing that Rong Zhen and others seemed to have finished rectifying, they spoke calmly:
"That's right. Don't hide it privately. What tricks do you have? Use it before you die."
Rong Zhen ignored him coldly and quietly opened the red cloth bag. The red cloth was uncovered, revealing one of the faint green pieces.
It is a very rare jade Maitreya Buddha, round and dark green, looking a little rich and festive.
This thing is also called "Personal Buddha". It is very popular in the circle of ladies in Luoyang. I heard that carrying it around can protect your safety.
After getting this real and only fake tripod sword, today, the girl in the palace dress who had experienced "there is no greater sorrow than death" had a slump in her chest. She turned her body sideways and bowed seriously toward the bamboo forest:
"Thank you Mr. Yu for your help. Let me leave it to my juniors. According to the agreement, you can return home. Don't blame Senior Song's harsh demands. I'll make the decision on this matter. Please leave quickly. Behind me are the younger generation and Tiannan rebels.
It has nothing to do with you."
The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and an old man sigh faintly came.
In the bamboo yard, the old musician stopped playing the piano and said, "I can leave, but no one else can care about it, but don't hurt the girl, I will take her away."
"I'll just go home today."
Wu Daozi smiled and said:
"Her surname is Wei."
The old musician was silent.
On the high platform of the main grotto, Rong Zhen's eyes were red, and he clenched a jade Maitreya Buddha, and his sleeves flew.
In an instant, three different phantoms appeared, each of which surrounded the white dragon in three directions of the main cave, along with the Donglin Buddha, which rekindled the golden light, in the southeast, northwest and north, surrounded the white dragon on all sides.
Xue Zhongzhu nodded with satisfaction: "It's finally here."
The white dragon under her feet was cold and cold. Looking at the four big Buddhas, the white dragon immediately carried the "Dragon Girl" and swooped down like a meteorite.
"boom--!"
The loud impact sound was deafening.
It is the real earthquake.
The next moment, the sound of piano came from the four great Buddhas.
A golden sword light descended thousands of miles away with the sound of the piano.
A blue sky fell from the sky, as if the blue sky had lost its pigment.
Wei Shaoqi laughed: "Zhenxian Princess, your opponent is me, don't be distracted."
Under the blue sky and above the white clouds, [Wan Soldier] and [Emperor Wen] collided with the sword.
The candle in the snow brought a white dragon to fight against the four great Buddhas.
The former can control the air, so he is at ease and becomes braver the more he fights.
But the Buddha is still fixed.
On the high platform, except for Madam Song, Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu, and Lao Yang were unable to take off the air. Without a cell phone, all the archers around the towers had died in the claws of the white dragon, and everyone could only let them go.
The candle in the snow is free and easy on it.
Completely lost air supremacy.
What's worse is that after just ten breaths, the four phantoms gradually dimmed.
Rong Zhen's lips were bleeding and his face was pale.
Still can't hold on...
Seeing this, everyone on the platform looked solemn again.
The candle in the snow seemed bored and began to take the white dragon around the platform, killing the female officials and soldiers who did not have golden light to temporarily protect their bodies.
The hunters in the sky and the prey on the ground, this scene is like an eagle hunting rabbits in the wild, making it easy to make.
For a time, blood stained the high platform, and fewer and fewer people from the imperial court were present.
"Is that just that?"
The tall blonde beard spoke elegantly, a little stiff, and the content was sarcastic, but what made Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and others tremble all over. They could vaguely realize that she didn't mean it, she really thought so, she really
low emotional intelligence.
Compared to the enemy's sarcastic riding face, what is even more annoying is that the enemy's indifferent attitude is indeed.
This is especially true for the same arrogant person.
On the platform, someone's eyes gradually became desperate.
Madam Song's face was gloomy and calm. She reached out to cover the patterns on her right shoulder. While covering it, she touched a certain green pill in her sleeve with her other hand.
The candle in the snow was allowed to be slaughtered by the white dragon, and the blue eyes glanced at the old woman with white eyes who seemed to be inconspicuous after being injured on the platform, as if she was waiting for some kind of counterattack.
Just as the golden light of the four giant Buddhas is about to run out.
A lonely boat suddenly came on the river behind.
The lonely boat was docked at the damaged ferry on the north bank, and a group of people came down. One of the young men in Confucian clothes walked forward alone. The blue-clothed head guard and a pair of sisters stayed in place, watching him with complicated eyes.
In the air, the candle in the snow was in the snow, and Wei Shaoqi stopped and turned his head, narrowing his eyes.
On the high platform, Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song and others were stunned and looked at each other.
Looking at this familiar figure.
The young man, wearing a blue shirt, a gourd hanging on his waist, a mask, and a piano case in his arms. He jumped off the boat, climbed onto the north shore, and walked slowly.
The young man in Confucian clothes was a little familiar with the road. He stopped in front of the main grotto, wearing a bronze mask, looked up at the snow-covered candle and Wei Shaoqi in the sky.
The two men who forced the people of the court to a desperate situation today looked down at the young man in Confucian clothes with condescending attention.
If he looks down from a high place, he will be weak and slender, as small as an ant.
Everyone recognized the identity of a young man in Confucian shirt one after another.
Whether it is from heaven or from earth, they all watched his arrival unexpectedly.
"Ouyang Lianghan..." Yi Qianqiu murmured.
She couldn't help but look back at Rong Zhen and found that the princess had a little face stunned.
In the bamboo forest in the distance, the smiling old man who was about to speak to his old friend also turned his head slightly and looked at the Buddha. The old musician also followed his eyes.
Above the main grotto, the blue eyes of the candle in the snow reflected the figure of a young man in the Confucian shirt, nodding on his own:
"You didn't catch you, you'll deliver it to your door."
On the high platform, Madam Song and Wei Wu were a little surprised and confused, thinking that they were colluding with each other, but after hearing the words of Xue Zhongzhu, they couldn't help but look at each other.
Is this the one who came back to find Princess Zhenxian and them, is it here... to help?
Rong Zhen stood there and had come to her senses. Seeing the familiar figure she knew when she stared at the familiar figure she knew, her palm holding her hairpin was trembling uncontrollably.
Wei Shaoqi asked curiously:
"You are the master of Die Lianhua? Who are you? I just heard some rumors that you may be an old man. Can you take off your mask and show it?"
The young man in Confucian clothes ignored him, looked around and said calmly:
"Everyone is here, that's right, little lady Zhishuang, where is the virgin of your sect? "
Hearing the title he shouted, Xue Zhongzhu's eyes seemed to be looking at the dead, staring coldly at the familiar bronze mask on his face.
After carefully studying the voice of the young man in Confucian shirt, Wei Shaoqi's eyes revealed his memories and became more and more interested: "Your voice sounds very familiar..."
Ouyang Rong ignored him and asked patiently: "Do any of you know where Yue Virgin is? Are you here or not, and have a paid reply."
Wei Shaoqi asked instead of Xue Zhongzhu:
"What's the matter with you looking for the Seven Lady?"
"Oh, that's it."
The young man in Confucian shirt turned his head, his tone was gentle, and he took out a string of copper plates from his sleeve, which cost about a lifetime of money. He threw it casually and fell into the soil in front of him:
“I bought it.”
With three simple words, the young man in Confucian shirts spoke with a relaxed tone, as if an ordinary person had seen something he liked when he went shopping. He was in a good mood and was a little more generous.
The whole audience was quiet.
Wei Shaoqi looked puzzled:
"What are you saying? What are you buying... what are you buying?"
The snow candle nodded, Yayan was stiff:
“Say it again.”
The young man in Confucian shirt looked around and said with a smile:
"Is it not enough to redeem the Virgin of the Sect? Well, it's normal for a long time to raise the price after so many years, so... then add your life."
The young man in Confucian shirt discussed openly and gently patted the wine gourd on his waist with rhythmic rhythm.
The inside and outside of the main grotto seemed to be in a dead silence.
A series of strange eyes fell on the young man in Confucian shirt who came to redeem Yue's virginity.
The tall blonde beard smiled for the first time, with a mixed-race face smiling very well, and her eyes were as cold as ice in the cold.