Chapter 797 Master Ouyang, the princess is easy to coax
"That short girl is your lover?"
"no."
"If you are so cute, you just left so quickly, and her skirt has been torn, and you won't let anyone bandage you the wound."
"I said it, I'm not familiar with it."
"There are little pearls everywhere. This short girl looks at you with tears in her eyes, but she doesn't look like she is not familiar with her. Are you sure she is not familiar with her?"
"Sir, be careful."
"Since you are not familiar with me, why did you stop me and kill her? Well, you are not familiar with me. You use your usual money to buy another little girl, come here to find her in person, and call us here, it seems that another little girl is not familiar with me.
More importantly, the others are all "unfamiliar"... But if you don't sacrifice to this short girl, you will collect a piece of Yin-Yang family's spirituality. The third tube of spiritual ink will not be used later. What do you think you will do."
"What's the meaning?"
"Literally, I want her Yin-Yang family spirituality. This big Buddhist array is just a division array. There are still a few more in the world. There is a main array in the north direction of Luoyang... They are all the techniques of Yin-Yang family, so you have to get one.
The Yin-Yang family has the ability to be spiritual, and it is easy to imitate the spiritual energy of the Yin-Yang family.
"Also, your fox face is full of messy fake spirituality. There are too many mortals, even ordinary girls. Can you have a dragon yang habit and don't look like... belonging to Qi Refiner?
There are only a few, and they are all martial artists. Do you have a grudge against the martial artist? By the way, will you use this fox face? You know nothing about this magician Taoist vein?"
"I'm not very familiar with it... Wait, you just collected Wei Wu's spirituality like this? So I imitated his spiritual energy, deceived him into Buddhist beads, and invaded this formation."
"Nonsense, isn't this the characteristic of your magic vein? Otherwise, how do you collect spirituality on weekdays? How do you get the false body spirituality in your fox face?"
"Ahem."
Cui Hao asked in a angrily place where everyone couldn't see it.
Ouyang Rong coughed calmly.
I'm embarrassed, it's not convenient to say that he actually wouldn't use the magician's spiritual energy to activate the bronze fox face, because he was originally the spiritual energy inherited from the Yugu female fairy, and there was no such strange Taoist vein at all.
Formal practice method.
In the past, Ouyang Rong collected false body spirits and directly activated the purple mist of merit.
But now, judging from Cui Hao's words, this strange amulet Taoist vein can use the spiritual energy of the original Taoist vein after killing people and collecting the corresponding spirituality.
It seems to be similar to the ever-changing merit purple mist! I don’t know if it is related to the two or just a coincidence.
In addition, doesn’t this mean that he only needs to collect the fake body of a Taoist priest to directly imitate the Taoist veins and use spiritual energy to activate the destiny orders, without wasting the merits of the Purple Mist?
I just don’t know how much Taoist spiritual energy is needed for the purple mist corresponding to the three thousand merits. I guess it is not low. What is known at present is that masters of the purple qi cultivation level like Master Yuan have used it.
In addition, Ouyang Rong discovered that Cui Hao, who came by by chance, seemed to be very familiar with him, a magician, and could also proficiently activate it. He should have the corresponding method of cultivation.
It was just that it was inconvenient to ask, Ouyang Rong temporarily held back.
"Can you please give the old lady a fox face to sacrifice to the old lady? Collect her spirituality."
"No, you can't sacrifice the best purple qi when you say you're offering sacrifices? Your current seventh level of cultivation is not enough to achieve this level of spirituality. If the old one is not good, you have to use the small one."
Ouyang Rong's true body stood on the Buddha's head, and Cui Hao stood on Ouyang Rong's left hand in a phantom state, speaking calmly.
Tao Yuanming was on the right side. When Cui Hao was talking, the old man didn't speak, just drank alcohol.
Cui Hao suddenly turned around and asked:
"Wait, you don't have a Taoist priest's body in your fox face. How did you use the decree's order to surrender?"
Ouyang Rong asked back: "Senior knows the decree of the gods?"
"A little heard."
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and looked inside and saw the merit value that had surged again in the merit tower, and suddenly said:
"She can't hurt. Yin and Yang family spiritual energy, I have a way, you just take action."
Ouyang Rong looked calm.
Cui Hao kept smiling and looked at him slightly.
Tao Yuanming drank silently.
At the same time, the field outside was silent.
On the ground below, whether it was Candle in the Snow, Wei Shaoqi, Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song and others, they all looked up at the figure of the young man in Confucian clothes on the head of the golden Buddha above.
At this moment, they found Ouyang Lianghan a little strange. After saying the truth, he first picked off the gourd, raised his head and drank it gulply, and suddenly stretched out his palm, the long piano box and the bronze fox below.
All his faces flew up and came to him.
Ouyang Lianghan held the fox face in his hand, as if he looked down at him, then closed his eyes again, his mouth moved, and he didn't know what he was talking to himself.
He was drinking and muttering again, as if he was very busy, but when everyone saw this, he became more and more frightened. He should have just muttered to himself like this, which led to a saint-like ban coming from the head of the Golden Buddha.
Fortunately, when Ouyang Lianghan closed his eyes and muttered, no new strange bamboo tube appeared from the piano case to provide him with blood-colored ink.
The most exciting expression in the audience was the candle in the snow. The moment before she was like a banished immortal goddess standing in the clouds. The next moment, she was just a sentence from a young man in Confucian clothes, and "The fairy fell to the mortal world"!
In the deep pit smashed from the ground, the candle in the snow stood up with a sword, looking around incredible.
Wei Shaoqi and Bai Jiao fell down like her.
The middle-aged scholar looked pale, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughed up blood, raised his head, and stared blankly at Ouyang Lianghan, whom he had kindly persuaded not long ago.
The white dragon was even more miserable, and the bronze body itself was heavy, and falling from the sky was even more powerful.
Not only did the earth shake, but the smoke and dust spread across half of the cave.
A deep and deep pit was smashed into the ground, and a dragon head lay weakly on the edge of the pit.
"Wow—!"
The white dragon let out a mournful cry.
The loss of the ability to fly in the air has a meaning of "the dragon lives in shallow water and is played by shrimps".
Xue Zhongzhu quickly reached out and pressed it on the mouth of its huge dragon head. A mixed-blooded face was a little startled and angrily checking something.
The snow-jaw Zhu suddenly raised his head and looked straight at the young man in Confucian shirt with his eyes closed and drinking above the head of the Golden Buddha.
At this moment, he was alone and high above, taking over the air supremacy of the entire audience.
It was almost the same as when she was walking on Bai Jiao and Wei Shaoqi to look down at the air and crush the whole audience not long ago.
But at the moment, she was as strong as her, and was pressed in the mud by this young and young man who looked weak.
He is only worthy of looking up at him like everyone on the high platform.
Moreover, the tricks used by young Confucian scholars are just a faint word in their mouths.
I used to hate long-winded words and tricks.
But his mouth was like a light at this moment, like a saint who had a heavenly constitution, saying that he could not fly, he could not fly.
There is a feeling of being a young man in a private school holding a ruler and disciplined him.
She also had to be "obedient" or she would be beaten to the board.
Perhaps it is not very harmful and extremely insulting.
Xue Zhongzhu's delicate body trembled. He had never been insulted like this in his life. Even if he had been snatched away once before, he was just a move that was just a chess move. How could he be so humiliated and embarrassed now?
This is really trampling her into the soil without any mercy.
At the hands of the snow candle, the snow-white long sword was inserted into the mud, as if he felt a certain emotion of the hostess, and it trembled slightly, making a subtle sound like a cicada.
Taking advantage of the "main carelessness" of the young man in Confucian shirt on the golden Buddha's head, he closed his eyes without any movement.
The next moment, the snow-white sword energy suddenly appeared, overflowing the deep pit where the candle was in the snow. In the deep pit, the sword "Zhifrost" rose from the ground and rushed into the sky.
However, it was just three feet away and swayed from a distance, as if it was under the pressure of some rules, falling down a little "powerlessly". It went back and forth, like a parabola, inserted in front of the candle in the snow.
.
No air control.
Nor does the sword work.
Within a radius of hundreds of miles, flying swords are the same as flying birds and falling leaves.
This also means that people on the ground cannot hurt people on the high ground.
The young man in Confucian shirt was high above, looking down at the audience like a god.
Not long ago, Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu and others on the high platform lost their powerlessness of air superiority, and they were also in the snow, and Wei Shaoqi and others' eyes spread.
Just as the atmosphere in the audience was dead, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes again, hung the wine pot, smiled, and looked down at everyone.
It was Lao Yang who spoke first, and his old face was a little respectful:
"Bachelor, are you, are you the best 'Mr. Jixia' you read in books, or are you the legendary 'philosopher'?"
Ouyang Rong kept the familiar smile and asked back:
"Why can't it be 'Kuixing'?"
Old Yang was a little confused, as if he didn't know which Confucian genius Kuixing was.
The snow-crawler seemed to remember something and shook his head suddenly:
"Impossible. With a tripod, the gods in China will never exist! Don't pretend to be a god or a ghost. If you have the ability, come and ask me about swords face to face. You can lose all the name of sword cultivators..."
Ouyang Rong smiled and ignored him.
He stood on a high place holding the Confucian scriptures in his hand, looking around, and his eyes were not sure where he was looking.
"Interesting, mine."
The young man faced south and suddenly stretched out his left palm and grabbed it from the air. The eighteen seeds on his palm instantly burst into dazzling light, and Kuixing Talismans appeared on the Buddha's head under his feet.
The next moment, a long scroll of ink painting far away on the top of the Nanfeng Mountain in the south bank broke out of Wu Daozi's control and shot towards the peaks of both peaks with a "swoosh".
After three breaths, he flew to Ouyang Rong.
I saw that on this scroll, the people and objects inside the tips of the double peaks were vivid, and no one was missing:
Including the young man in Confucian clothes stomped on the golden Buddha's head, the beard and the white dragon falling into the mud, all on the drawing paper.
It's like there's an invisible brush that replenishes it in real time.
Ouyang Rong looked at the scroll with a satisfied smile:
"Except for me not being handsome enough, I'm still pretty careful in painting. So many mice are hiding, so I'll come out. If you come today, don't even think about leaving."
Everyone saw that after Ouyang Rong said this, his index finger was stained with blood from the wound on his shoulder.
He used fingers as his pen and blood as ink, and acted as a "red pen" to circle the scroll. First, he used the pen to "smear" the white fog, and then he brought up the "small" everywhere outside the main grotto.
People”.
This scene is somewhat similar to what Wu Daozi did just now, but Ouyang Rong is more skillful.
Wu Daozi and the old musician were sitting opposite each other in the bamboo courtyard, Yuan Huaimin on the top of the Nanfeng Mountain in the south bank, Du Shuqing and the bronze sword in front of him, Yan Liulang, Fang sisters and others.
Everyone inside the pinnacle of the double peaks moved to the main grotto one by one.
The shifting and transposition are dazzling.
It's like a child fiddling with chess pieces.
Yuan Huaimin looked around in confusion and found Ouyang Rong, and said in surprise:
"Lianghan, why are you here? Why are you doing so high?"
In addition to this confused, Yan Liulang holding a knife with his head held high, and the Fang sisters who were completely silent. The old musician picked up a stringed zither, stood up from the horse stool, looked around, and looked at the hand of the young man in Confucian shirt,
The face was breathtaking.
But Wu Daozi was facing a great enemy, and his smiling expression had long disappeared.
Staring at the young man in Confucian shirt on the Buddha's head, the old man clasped his fists solemnly:
"Who is the sacred place of yourselves? Why are you pretending to be a pig or a tiger?"
Du Shuqing had already opened her eyes and looked at the familiar Ouyang Lianghan, a little stunned, suspected that she had read it wrong.
In addition to the people who were "moved" to the venue, there was something that was "moved" to come.
The snow-crawler, who had a cold face, suddenly discovered that something fell from above and fell at his feet.
She looked down at Wu Daozi, Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing and others next to her.
It's consistent money.
Dipped with wet mud.
It was Ouyang Lianghan who just threw it on the ground to redeem Yue’s virginity money.
The candle in the snow suddenly froze and then trembled all over, her blonde hair flew, and the frost roared.
"Don't forget to get the money."
After fiddling with the scroll in front of him, the young man in Confucian shirt threw a word at the candle in the snow, turned around, he faced everyone, chuckled and patted the dust on his cuffs, and said loudly:
"We're here, wait a moment, set a sword first, and ask you something later. If you answer wrong, you will die. If you answer correctly... it depends on your mood."
After saying that, Ouyang Rong picked the gourd and drank it again.
The whole audience was quiet and the needle could be heard.
Everyone saw an arc rising behind Ouyang Rong who was drinking with his head raised.
Clear blue flames are everywhere [Masterpiece].
It was like a blue moon, covering the whole audience.
It's back.
The fire of the tripod became more and more powerful. This time, the sword was built for more than three breaths.
More than one person can kill.
The little guy's appetite seemed to be endless, and he turned the literary spirit that had covered Xunyang City for three hundred years like a cow drink.
It seems like a sword is needed to be the whole audience in an instant.
Everyone below could not control the air and could not go up to stop the sword-holder who was as crisp as glacier. He was "high" and everyone could not touch the hem of his clothes.
Madam Song, like Xue Zhongzhu and others, failed to try to control the air. After hearing this, her face looked gloomy and gloomy.
At one moment, she suddenly looked up with a flattering smile on her face:
"I didn't expect that Ouyang Xiaoxue Scholar is so powerful. It's really the blessing of Your Majesty, the blessing of the princess, and the blessing of the country. Wei Wu was really ungrateful just now. How could he interrupt the marriage between Ouyang Xiaoxue Scholar and the princess? Besides, before
He dared to be so ruthless to the Xunyang Palace, and evil words encouraged everyone to do something wrong. He deserves to die, he is good to die!"
While applauding, she walked forward and pointed to the [Machinery Works] with the sword above her. Her face was not red and she said sincerely:
"Little Scholar, your sword is really like an immortal guiding the way. The gods punish the sky. When you solve these thieves and protect the Buddha, you are the first-class hero. Previously, Lin Cheng, Wang Lengran, and Wei Shaoqi must have had a matter of things.
It’s a misunderstanding that you are full of righteousness and these thieves frame you. It’s so despicable.
"But it's okay, it's all a trivial matter. Let's go back to Beijing together. The old man and the princess testify to you with their lives in front of the emperor. In addition, you can also take the control of this formation. You are the governor of Jiangzhou, so I give you a lot.
Reasonable.
"If you take a fake tripod sword, you can also tell Si Tianjian that the old man and the great master are easy to talk to. The saint often says that it is rare to be a talented person. My great Zhou requires you to be brave and honest.
Scholars! There is Master Di in the court. When you enter the court, you will be our young master. The two masters are here, which is a good story.”
Everyone's eyes were all on the audience's thick-faced Madam Song.
Ouyang Rongyang paused when drinking gourds. He did not put down his mouth, and glanced at the old woman below.
The old woman with white eyes put away the Han palace lanterns, and in front of everyone in the audience and Rong Zhen's face with a red face, she blocked her dry hands and lowered her voice, as if she was whispering.
But everyone in the audience can hear this whisper clearly, so it is better not to be quiet.
"The little master doesn't know that the Zhenxian Princess has worked with you for just a few months. She has been impressed by your temperament and admired her deeply. She secretly agreed to her. However, she has a thin face and has never contacted men and women.
Love is a young man, and he can't lower his head."
The old woman with a rolling eyes looked kind and her honorific title was changed:
"My little master, you can just give her a little step. Women all need to coax them. If you coax them, you will rely on you. If you really give something for nothing for nothing, no one will care about it, right? What's more, it's true.
It is normal for Princess Xian to be a little respectful and hold a little bit.
"Although she appears to be cold, she is actually very nice to you. Anyway, she just needs to coax her. Lao Shi watched her grow up in the palace and understood her best. You must listen to Lao Shi."
Madam Song turned her head and asked Rong Zhen with a smile:
"Princess, you said right? Don't hide it anymore."
In full view of everyone, Rong Zhen stood there blankly.