Chapter 798: Scholars can pick up the hand [Women], it’s not too much (Xie Shuyou 2017484 Old Brother and Leader
Chapter 798: Scholars pick up the hand [Woman] is not too much (Xie Shuyou 2017…484 The boss of the elder brother
The dome of the main cave, below the lotus stone carvings.
An arc hung high and lonely.
Hanging on the heads of the grottoes.
Time passed by minute by minute, and when the old woman rolled her eyes and said with a smile, she had already set up her sword for ten breaths when she looked at Rong Zhen.
The time for returning home to set up the sword is still increasing.
A cauldron sword gradually controls the field, killing and killing.
After hearing the old woman rolling her eyes and saying the matchmaker, the atmosphere in the whole audience was a little awkward and quiet.
On the high platform, Yi Qianqiu was a little silent, knowing in his heart that Deputy Superintendent Song had to cram the Buddha's feet in a while.
In the morning, they followed Wei Wu to set up a account for the Xunyang Palace. They had not been settled yet and there was a risk of being worn at any time.
Maybe Ouyang Lianghan finished his sword and harvested the candles in the snow, Wei Shaoqi and others' heads, and they also cut their heads. This is the matter of a sword, and then shirked it to Tiannan Jianghu.
It’s just a thief. Like Lin Cheng and Wang Lengran, he said that he was a heroic sacrifice for the Great Buddha.
Wei Wu just now is the lesson of the past.
Deputy Supervisor Song is a judge of the situation, because at present, only the Zhenxian Princess is really safe. She just accidentally injured Ouyang Lianghan. Ouyang Lianghan did not kill anyone with a sword. It is obvious that he has selfish intentions. This bright preference
, no one with a discerning eye can see it.
While the couple had not yet made a clear relationship, Madam Song pushed her hand so directly, pierced the window paper, and at the same time proved her subsequent value. It is probably not difficult to survive.
Anyway, Ouyang Lianghan can do as long as he doesn't destroy the Buddha. He only needs to deal with the thieves in the Tiannan River and Lake. Today, the matters in the Xunyang Grottoes can be smoothed out in the future.
If it weren't for his real shame, and his cousin Yuan Huaimin was present, Yi Qianqiu would also join in, and he would make a statement like Madam Song's "change with the wind".
When Yi Qianqiu had a rough and meticulous mind, the old musician and Lao Yangtou looked a little strange.
They also looked at Rong Yatou.
Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing and others in the audience couldn't help but look at each other. Why did they fight? Suddenly someone talked about the media.
Wu Daozi quietly raised his head, looking at the young man in Confucian shirt and the golden Buddha's head, his eyes fell on the golden Kuixing Talisman that appeared from time to time on the golden Buddha's head, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at a thousand feet away. Someone was crazy about drawing literary energy to spread his sword.
The [arc].
The Fang sisters who understood the general reason today had a slight expression on their faces. The two sisters couldn't help looking at the tall back of the eldest daughter, as if they wanted to ask if they wanted to bring the little master out to save the scene...
As for Yuan Huaimin, he was still a little confused and looked around.
The eyes that came from all around were like scorching sunlight, making Rong Zhen’s whole body hot.
She just felt that there would never be such a shameful moment in her life, and it would be better to be over by the great woman just now.
Ouyang Lianghan, who noticed the head of the Golden Buddha, seemed to follow him and look at him.
The girl in the palace dress still had a beautiful face, but she wanted to find a hole in the ground and never come out to see anyone again.
“Hey.”
Madam Song's eyes were motionless and her ears were red, and she seemed to have no choice but to use this girl, so she sighed and prepared to continue speaking.
Rong Zhen suddenly raised her face and interrupted her little face with a angrily angrily:
"Senior Song, do you want to listen to what you are saying? It's all nonsense..."
The old woman rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile. The corners of her mouth were bleeding, and she was not seriously injured. She took out a small pill like a sanitizer from her arms and swallowed it. She asked with a smile:
"Princess, if you don't care, why did you tell us not to chase us when Master Ouyang made a misunderstanding with us in the morning? It also said that it was because of the attack of thieves. In fact, the princess was secretly defending him.
"There are also the lotus stone carvings on it. Our name has not been uploaded. Only the princess and his name are on it. The princess has long said that she would give him a souvenir gift. This gift was almost over the other end.
The evil beast was destroyed, and it was also the princess you risked your life to protect...
"There are many similar things, and the old woman needs to continue to say it. Princess, men and women love each other, and there is nothing that cannot be erased. Instead, you will continue to be so cold and proud."
Rong Zhen was so refuted that he could not argue.
In the strange sight of the people around him, his ears were red.
She shook her purple sleeves and bit her silver teeth:
"You...you talk nonsense!"
Madam Song turned around and raised her chins to several female officials in white in Si Tianjian below the stage.
Previously, he was slaughtered by Xue Zhongzhu and Bai Jiao on the one hand. Si Tianjian and the two imperial guards suffered heavy casualties. Now, the last person who gathered around the platform to resist was almost one ten, including the female official in white, the white tiger and the Xuanwu guards.
The soldiers of the Arctics, and the Wei family dead soldiers who were supported by the Forefather Wu.
When Madam Song signaled to the female official in white, Yi Qianqiu, who had been silent behind Rong Zhen, quickly raised his hand and signaled to the remaining White Tiger and Xuanwu Guards in the audience.
The female official in white and the confidant soldier drew their swords, worked with each other, and cut the dead soldiers of Wei around them one by one.
About ten ripples of blood sputtered on the stairs of the platform.
Madam Song was hunched over and wrapped in a white robe. She looked at the hot corpse below. She raised her neck and said sincerely to the young man in Confucian shirt on her head:
"My master, today's affairs, Lao Shi and Commander Yi have something wrong, and they are offended. Wei Wu, a lackey, was so weird that he was almost confused by it. He was dragged into the water. Now the lackey of Wei has been beheaded, which is very satisfying.
...Old son and Commander Yi have also recognized the appearance of Wei, and have abandoned the darkness and turned to the light.
"It is also thanks to the princess who is in good condition. She has not done any confusion and has not hurt the Xunyang Palace during this period. The princess can also testify to this point... I hope the young master will forgive all the previous misunderstandings."
Rong Zhen Yuguang found that Ouyang Lianghan's gaze was withdrawn from her. He stood tall at the Buddha's head, raised his head to sip wine, and said nothing immediately.
Rong Zhen bit her lip tightly, trying to explain a few words, but suddenly she felt her cuffs being pulled.
Looking back, it was Yi Qianqiu standing behind him.
This female general who used to be irritable and rarely showed good looks to others showed some serious pleasing eyes to her at this moment.
Yi Qianqiu turned his head slightly and signaled to the Great Buddha of Donglin.
Madam Song also turned around and gave Rong Zhen a wink in a hurry.
The girl in the palace dress lowered her eyes slightly and pursed her lower lips.
Of course she understood what Deputy Supervisor Song and Commander Yi meant.
Madam Song glanced at the [arc] above the main grotto, pointing to the direction below the stage:
"My little master, these thieves must not be kept. What do you need to do with the princess and old man? And what is easy to commander? Even if you come... By the way, can you put the Buddha's head back first? The sign of the sign that the Buddha has no head is not in the Buddha's head.
Not very good, haha, the young master may not believe in monks, but the saints still believe in them quite. I would rather believe in them than believe in them..."
The old woman rolled her eyes and tried to grin, but she wrinkled her face and rolled her eyes without eyes, and her smile seemed a little creepy.
Maybe she noticed this too, so she curled her smile, squinted her eyes slightly, and said in a hint of pronunciation:
"After dealing with them, the saint's great Buddha was not harmed. In the subsequent situation in Xunyang, the young master is the governor. You have the final say. You will obey your instructions no matter how you report it. You can't escape the first merit. That's good?"
Hearing this almost appeased compromise and pleading, not far from the audience, a blue-clothed culprit hugged his waist tightly and sneered.
Ouyang Rong put down the wine gourd and looked at the old woman with sincere words.
He stepped on the head of the Golden Buddha, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and did not speak immediately.
Below the foot was a big Donglin Buddha sitting upright. He lost the solemn Buddha head of the treasure and pinched the orchid finger alone, with a strange temperament.
Madam Song raised her neck and waited for a long time. The expression on Cang Lao's wrinkled face became stiff. Ouyang Rong still didn't say anything, just looked at her.
The old woman with a young man in Confucian clothes stared at him. For some reason, a chill gradually rose from her cervical vertebrae, and the sky spirit veil was faintly chilling.
She always felt that the smiling young man in Confucian shirt seemed to have seen through her, and the smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to be mocking.
On the other side of the platform, Rong Zhen squatted down and waved his sleeves, put away the broken portable Buddha.
I saw the stunning girl in the palace dress, shook her sleeves and left, walked a few steps down the stage, and then stopped quietly to peek at the young man in Confucian shirt above.
Waiting too.
Madam Song couldn't wait and was about to speak.
Ouyang Rong's curious voice came from above:
"What are you Si Tianjian? Are you a matchmaker?"
Madam Song held back her anger and laughed dryly:
"Ha, Master Ouyang was joking."
Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head and spoke in the other direction:
"If you don't run, the sword will fall, but it will be too late."
Everyone subconsciously followed Ouyang Rong's gaze and found that he was not speaking to the snow-capped Zhu, Wu Daozi or Wei Shaoqi, as if he was right... Du Shuqing said.
The dull young man had closed his eyes at some point, and a bronze sword was inserted in front of him. Almost as Ouyang Rong spoke, Du Shuqing's face turned pale. The white dragon, which had originally shrunk in place next to him, suddenly raised his head, and his body was once again filled with various spiritual lights.
It seems like a new spiritual tide is coming.
At this moment, the various spiritual energy from various hidden places in the Tiannan River and Lake were injected into its blood-brown body through various Yunmeng Orders.
The white dragon was as clear as a drunk man, with sharp vertical pupils. The dragon's tail swept in place, and a "bang-!" sounded, stirring up a piece of dust.
Dust filled the sky, and everyone was stunned by the scene, blocking their original view. Only the white dragon's bronze body was vaguely seen squirming quickly in it.
On the head of the golden Buddha, the young man in Confucian shirt looked at the scene with a smile.
A blue moon-like [arc] on his head will not fall.
A dragon head suddenly rushed out of the dust on the ground, and the white dragon shot out like an arrow from the string.
However, this arrow did not fly in the air, but parade on the ground. The direction of the white dragon's charge was the Xunyang River not far away.
There were four figures on the white dragon's head, namely Zhuan in the Snow, Wu Daozi, Wei Shaoqi and Du Shuqing.
Du Shuqing sat on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, frowned, as if trying to control something.
The figure of Zhu in the snow was vaguely reluctant, as if she was forcibly taken away by Bai Jiao. It might be that Du Shuqing and others made a good decision.
The great Yunmeng prince looked back unyieldingly and glared at Ouyang Rong on the side of the Buddha. Against the backdrop of the snow-white Wu suit, her mixed-blooded face was extremely red, as if she had suffered some kind of shame.
The shame of running away on the voluntary basis.
But a mythical tripod sword and a high cloth sword cannot be stopped at all. If this continues, there will be only a dead end.
At this moment, it is impossible to control the air or teleport.
Bai Jiao carried several people, rushed to the riverside without hesitation, and swam away.
Ouyang Rong put down the wine pot and narrowed his eyes slightly. A curious voice that belonged to him came from the head of the Golden Buddha, resounding like a bell of a big bell, throughout the audience:
"What did the little lady Zhishuang just say?"
Everyone in the audience was stunned. A person with a good memory reacted. Xue Zhongzhu's recent words seemed to ask him to come down from the Buddha's head to fight alone...
The young man in Confucian shirt with his feet on the Buddha's head was high above, with his left palm crossed the eighteen seeds, stepped out in one step and walked into a picture scroll in front of him.
The next moment, he appeared above Bai Jiao's head and stood in front of the snow candle.
The figure of the young man in Confucian clothes seemed to have a force of ten thousand pounds, like a nail, nailing the head of the white dragon with his head held high to the spot. The white dragon's chin hit the ground heavily, concave into the soil.
Dust is everywhere, blocking the view.
When he suddenly arrived, Wei Shaoqi and others were shocked and controlled their bodies, and were barely thrown out by the bumps.
"I've been trapped, don't let him go!"
Wu Daozi reacted first and spoke suddenly.
Wei Shaoqi controlled his body, stood firmly, and immediately took out the scroll.
Du Shuqing tried hard to close his eyes and used the bronze sword to control the white dragon to escape.
The old man with a narrow eye waved his red pen, and the dust that covered his vision was wiped out by a big hand and disappeared.
Ouyang Rong appeared and stood beside the candle in the snow.
It’s not like the enemy fighting each other, it’s more like walking into an old friend’s house without knocking on the door and enjoying the distant mountain scenery together.
On his right hand, he was throwing money all the more money he had in the air.
Playing with a string of eighteen seeds with your left hand, these eighteen seeds seemed to be coated with a layer of dark gold powder, with dark gold Kuixing Talisman wandering around, mysterious and strange.
Ouyang Rong and Xue Zhongzhu stood side by side, ignoring the others, as if they didn't realize they were surrounded.
Xue Zhongzhu, who was already ashamed and angry, was stunned for a moment until the calm young man beside him threw all his usual copper coins into her arms, smashed them on her angrily chest and flew away. Her hot temper was instantly lit up like gunpowder.
.
"Boy, seeking death!"
A sound of breaking through the air sounded.
The tall blonde beard drew his sword with his backhand, and the sword tip cut open Ouyang Rong's face.
But it was empty.
The young man in the Confucian shirt was inlaid with a layer of gold edges all over his body.
After a closer look, there was a dark golden light as condensed as flowing water, flowing out of the eighteen seeds, covering him.
The young man in Confucian shirt was intact, but in a state of flux of golden light, he "leaked" from the floor under his feet.
Compared with Bai Jiao's huge body, his slender body was like a thin needle, passing through its bronze head, and falling to the ground like a dragonfly.
The candle in the snow fell into nothing.
Wu Daozi raised his sword and pointed his eyes. He looked at the misty figure of the young man in Confucian clothes and spoke seriously:
"He can't maintain Emperor Wen's magical powers all the time! In fact, he only has seventh-grade spiritual energy in his Dantian. Except for the endless strange sword energy of the [Ding Sword], he used Confucianism and mobilized all the Taoyuan Sword Formation and [Emperor Wen].
The power is just the same as Rong Zhen and the others just now, but he is better at fake tripod swords than Rong Zhen and the others. I don’t know why he is so superb and skillful that he can concentrate all the power of this Taoyuan array without any waste, and is temporarily set to one."
The squinting old man speaks very fast, and the fast speech arrangement is:
"No matter what, the Great Buddha array is always exhausted, not to mention that a strange ban on flying pardon was issued just now. Although I don't know how much of the loss, it consumes absolutely a lot. Let him run while he is too arrogant! I seal the scroll.
, You run out of his golden light and kill again!"
Wu Daozi sat cross-legged beside Du Shuqing, holding a paintbrush in his hand, closing his eyes and writing in the air in front of him.
Above the Buddha, a stolen scroll trembled, as if some kind of competition was taking place.
The white dragon swung its tail and swept through Ouyang Rong's so-called position, but it was still passing through the phantom.
However, this time, Bai Jiao... or Du Shuqing learned to be smart, obeyed Wu Daozi's arrangement, Bai Jiao's bronze body curled up, surrounding the young man in Confucian shirt in the center, and the golden shadow on the young man in Confucian shirt could only remain unchanged.
Otherwise, the end of the emptiness will lead to the inlay of flesh and blood in bronze!
The candle in the snow drew his sword and walked, blocking the positions around Ouyang Rong.
Wei Shaoqi also sighed, holding a bronze scroll in his hand, and silently reciting the sword technique.
The next moment, a sky-green sword energy overflowed from the ink and wash of peach trees, boats, fields, children and other children on the drawing paper.
A vague and illusory sword shadow rose slowly from the paper.
I can't see what this sword is like, I can only vaguely see it without any trace.
The sky-blue sword shadow hangs high above Ouyang Rong's head.
There is a tripod sword with three feet high.
There was also the white dragon strangled and entangled, and the domineering sword energy of the snow-jacked candle blocked the surroundings, and the golden light on Ouyang Rong was quickly consumed.
I saw that the Kuixing Talisman on the head of the Golden Buddha in the distance continued to appear and disappear.
It seems to be continuous, but it actually decreases slightly.
Observing this scene, Wei Shaoqi and others showed joy, and Wu Daozi breathed a little relieved, calmed down, and looked at Ouyang Rong with a more and more determined look.
Xue Zhongzhu's sword energy was even stronger, and his eyes were staring at the center of the bronze dragon body, waiting for Ouyang Rong to end his escape.
Under the bronze crushing vision, the young man in Confucian shirt curled his mouth, raised his left palm with eighteen seeds, and gently snapped his fingers.
"Boom--!"
The next moment, an abnormal movement came from the direction of the main grotto, and it sounded together with the snap of fingers.
Rong Zhen, who was full of concern in his eyes on the platform, and Yi Qianqiu and others, suddenly found that the rocks behind him fell off and dust filled with them.
The rolling dust only drowns His barefoot.
In front of the cliff at the deepest part of the main grotto, a headless Buddha who had been sitting upright for a long time slowly stood up. He put down his orchid finger with his palm, hugged the golden Buddha's head in the air, and installed it at the place where he broke his head.
Body and head merge.
The Donglin Buddha walked down the lotus platform, walked over the heads of Rong Zhen and others who were as small as an ant. Everyone in the high platform was stunned and left the main cave and walked towards the river.
In the warm and yellow sunshine in the afternoon, the Buddha was hundreds of feet tall, with kind eyebrows and solemn appearance.
He walked to Bai Jiao, lifted it seven inches high, and punched it, and smashed it into the ground.
The Buddha beat the dragon... If a monk was here at this moment, he would be shocked to see this rebellious scene.
Wu Daozi and others were too surprised and seized the opportunity. They did not give Ouyang Rong a chance to rest. They took action one after another, consuming the golden light of [Emperor Wen].
The snow-white sword energy in the snow was like a goose-feathered snow that kept brushing Ouyang Rong's location, making the latter's body surface unable to stop.
During the break, Wei Shaoqi took over, and the Peach Blossom Spring scroll had already been set up.
A sky-blue sword shadow hangs above the young man in Confucian clothes, and will not fall.
Ouyang Rong suddenly made a strange move:
After the eighteen seeds were collected, the Kuixing Talisman disappeared, and the whole body of golden light disappeared.
The blue sword shadow fell towards his hair crown.
Ouyang Rong did not look up, looked ahead, picked off the wine gourd in silence, raised his head and drank it, and muttered something in his mouth:
"I have no customary rhymes for a long time, and I love mountains and mountains."
A sky-blue sword tip paused a little before the dark pupils of a young man in the Confucian shirt who was raising his head to drink.
Wei Shaoqi, who controlled this [Wanshi]'s only fake tripod sword, suddenly opened his eyes, his face was a little confused at first, but in the next moment, he seemed to feel something, and his face was full of horror.
In front of everyone, the bronze scroll that Wei Shaoqi held suddenly shot out and flew into the hands of the young man in Confucian clothes. The latter did not answer because of drinking, but fell at his feet.
The whole scene looked like Wei Shaoqi took the initiative to throw out the Peach Blossom Land map. Everyone looked at Wei Shaoqi in surprise, and Wu Daozi also showed an incredible look on his face.
The young man in Confucian shirt put down the wine pot, bent down and picked up the bronze scroll, put it in the palm of his hand and nodded with satisfaction.
He turned around, patted the gray on the bronze scroll, and said to everyone with a serious look:
"Scholars, it's not too much to pick up the [poor scholars]?"
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