Chapter 799 Sorry, I was from the previous dynasty
Asked out in one sentence, the audience was silent.
Including the high platform, the girl in the palace dress who was worried about Ouyang Rong was also stunned.
Like Madam Song, Yi Qianqiu and others, I wonder if I had read it wrong.
Isn’t this fake tripod sword of [Wanshi] belonging to Wei Shaoqi and others? It is used as a treasure and a trump card, and is even used to fight against [Emperor Wen] and the Great Buddha of Donglin.
Is this...betrayal to the enemy at the time of battle?
Can this still be done?
As for the nonsense of scholars picking up the [Woman Scholars], of course no one believes it, but some people suddenly remember that Ouyang Lianghan seems to be a real poor family. If a poor family has a noble son, he can afford the word "Woman Scholar".
Wei Shaoqi looked at Ouyang Rong, his face full of incredible expressions:
"You are a strong person of [Woman], it's not right. You are not the first ninth grade. How can you make it recognize its master? You are still so close..."
When the middle-aged scholar who had been studying the bronze scroll for a long time said this, his words paused, and some words were stuck and he couldn't continue to speak. His eyes couldn't help but fall on the bronze scroll.
I saw that the bronze scroll was closed and held by Ouyang Rong's right hand, and a sky blue halo kept slipping out from the gaps of the closed scroll, like a naughty child.
The upside-down sky-blue sword shadow also changed greatly. In the past, every time it summoned it, it was just a routine killing. It was not emotional, but now it was like a child who went out for fun, spinning around Ouyang Rong's body.
He was still wandering around the wine pot around his waist, as if he wanted to drink.
No one expected that this phantom symbolizing the arrival of [the poor soldier] would have such a childish side.
He can still be so lively and enthusiastic, entangled with his master.
Comparing people with others makes people angry. At this moment, this truth is clearly expressed in front of Wei Shaoqi, Wu Daozi and everyone.
Ouyang Rong did not open the bronze scroll. In front of everyone, he gently threw the bronze scroll with his palm, weighed the weight of sword energy, and said indifferently:
"It's OK, this scroll has been restored well."
Hearing this, except for Wu Daozi, the recasting agent of this Peach Blossom Land, who faintly noticed something, everyone else was confused and suspicious.
Wu Daozi frowned: "You are very familiar with this fake tripod sword?"
Can you not be familiar with the ex?
Ouyang Rong did not answer, and took another sip of wine, squinted his eyes slightly, and smashed the smell of wine in his mouth.
The young man in Confucian shirt lowered his head, skillfully poured the wine pot, dyed some wine with his fingers, and bounced his wet fingers forward, and some wine spilled in the air.
The sky-blue sword shadow swished like a shadow, as if chasing the wine.
Just like a deer playing by the water in the mountains, she is lively and lively.
But the wine dripping through the sword shadow, the sky blue sword shadow seemed to return a little lonely, and then rotated around the young man in the Confucian shirt hanging on the wine gourd.
Like a captive bird in love with the old forest, like a fish in the pond and thinking about the old abyss.
Everyone looked at each other.
At this time, the ground next to him shook, and a roar came from the white dragon. It turned out that the Donglin Buddha smashed it into the ground again and knocked out a deep pit.
Two giant objects with a hundred feet of magnificent body, one is a bronze body, and the other is a rock body. It seems that there is no pain, and no one can let anyone else fist and "meat".
Just like a fight between gods and immortals, either dust rushes into the sky or the earth shakes.
For a moment, it once again attracted everyone's attention on the field.
The white dragon who was smashed into the deep pit was quiet for a while, as if he was dying. Donglin Buddha took a step forward, reached into the pit, and was about to grab it. A white shadow suddenly rushed out of the deep pit, and threw his tail and rushed straight to Donglin.
The face of the head of the Buddha's golden Buddha was steadily grasped by a big hand of the Donglin Buddha. The white dragon's eyes turned red and took the opportunity to wrap around the Donglin Buddha's arms and upper body.
The white dragon was like a noose, wrapped around the Donglin Buddha and tightly tied the latter's neck.
Unfortunately, the Donglin Buddha does not seem to need to breathe, and such a throat lock seems to be ineffective for it.
The white dragon immediately opened its bloody mouth and bit the golden Buddha's head.
The Donglin Buddha supported Bai Jiao's mouth with both hands, as if he had mobilized all his strength. The body of the huge stone creaked, and dark golden Kuixing Talisman appeared and faintly appeared on his body.
The Buddha seemed to tear the white dragon in half.
The two of them marred each other and fell into a deadlock.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the movement of the Buddha beside him, put down the wine pot, and suddenly asked:
"All the moves have been completed? Is there anything else I missed?"
When Wei Shaoqi and others heard this, their scalp became numb in an instant.
Someone reacted and looked up at the arc hanging high in the main cave.
As a master of Confucianism, the young man in the Confucian shirt has not yet fallen behind.
But Wei Shaoqi and others have already lost their troops and generals, and they have suffered huge losses... Not only was the Bai Jiao dragged him by the Donglin Buddha; the fake tripod sword of [Wan Soldier] also defected to the young man in Confucian clothes for no reason.
Originally, this bronze scroll was an important backhand for the candle in the snow, Wei Shaoqi and others to resist the return of [Machinery]... but now there is no such guarantee.
The young man in Confucian shirt hung a wine pot with his waist, with eighteen seeds strung with the palm of his left hand, and holding a bronze scroll in his right hand, with a polite attitude, looking around the people who were gradually being in a hurry, nodding, nodding:
"It's gone, then I'm going to go."
After saying that, the young man in the Confucian shirt was about to have a seal with a shadow on his left hand. The Kuixing Talisman among the eighteen seeds skyrocketed, and a large amount of dark golden light flowed out from it, surrounding his whole body, as if he was wearing a golden Confucian uniform.
On the bronze scroll in the right hand, there are also several old Kuixing Talismans faintly appearing. They look a little long and don’t know when they are planted. They are hidden in the bronze painted pole. At this moment, the blue light on the Kuixing Talisman is on the sky.
Bloom.
Everyone thought it was the [arc] sword hanging above their heads and was about to fall down, and they were frightened.
Who would have thought that the [Machinery Works] above was still motionless, hanging in the air a little arrogantly.
Below, the young man in Confucian shirt smiled and took a step forward.
In fact, what Wu Daozi said before was right. His Dantian spiritual energy was indeed only seventh grade, which was far from enough to use these Confucianism. He had issued an amnesty order before, and it was all based on this "stolen" Buddhist formation, which was a real way to make a huge pound of pounds.
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If you continue to use it, the great Buddha formation will always be exhausted.
而此刻,他除了【文皇帝】赝鼎剑的十八籽在手外,还多了一副青铜卷轴.
Another large formation of tripod swords.
Two large formations in hand.
这一回,儒衫青年依旧独自一人,散步般走去.
不等众人反应,欧阳戎已出现在雪中烛的面前.
在雪白长剑出鞘前,一袭大袖拂过这位金发大女君胸怀.
天青色剑气如同长江之中滚滚倾泻而出.
The candle in the snow persisted for seven breaths.
The proud snow-white sword energy was exhausted.
是剑修问剑,儒衫青年以其人之道还其人之身.
The candle in the snow was exhausted and her tall body flew backwards.
A mouthful of blood mist blocked the two of them, and also covered her expression.
Ouyang Rong smiled and grabbed a "wailing" snow-white sword.
Second, I will know frost.
Ouyang Rong threw it into the bronze scroll, which seemed to be able to store things.
In full view of everyone, he took another step.
This time he appeared in front of Wu Daozi.
He was walking in the garden and passed by the squinting old man.
This time, everyone did not see how the two of them took action.
I only saw the figures of the two disappear for a moment, and the ten feet of space around them seemed to have turned into an ink painting.
Both of them became paper people, walking around ink paintings.
The ink painting man, who represents Ouyang Rong, walked to Wu Daozi's ink painting man and tore the latter in half.
像是撕一张纸一样.
水墨化的画面消失.
如梦如幻的水墨褪去,一切回归现实.
It was located in the same place, Ouyang Rong walked out of the ink painting like a walk, and passed by the squinting little old man.
Wu Daozi stayed in place, but split into two, from the middle of his forehead.
But everyone was shocked to see that after the little old man was torn apart, there seemed to be no flesh and blood splattering.
吴道子如同薄薄一张纸一般.
Although it was torn apart, it still had a vivid expression, indicating that he was still alive.
The old man, split in two, turned his head blankly and looked at the back of the young man in Confucian clothes.
The surprised people around him suddenly realized that Wu Daozi's body turned out to be a piece of paper, or a figure painting.
不是真人到来.
吃惊间,欧阳戎已至魏少奇身边.
The latter lost the bronze scroll and was stunned and forgot to move.
欧阳戎一指点向他的眉心.
Wei Shaoqi was so scared that he took a step back and fell to the ground.
After three breaths, the middle-aged scholar reacted and touched his body with both hands, and suddenly found that he was intact.
"I said it and answered it for a paid time."
Ouyang Rong threw a glimpse at him and passed by Wei Shaoqi.
The next moment, his figure disappeared from his sight.
Everyone searched for it and found that the young man in Confucian clothes was appearing in the air in front of Bai Jiao.
A point of guidance was placed between the irritable Bai Jiao's eyebrows.
The originally huge and ferocious white dragon suddenly stopped, and its body began to shrink, shrinking again...
Today's fabulous white dragon has been restored to a white sturgeon, and it is pounding in a mud puddle in the middle of the pit bottom.
Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Lao Yangtou and others on the platform couldn't believe their eyes. Today, the mythical and ferocious creature that rages the pines of the twin peaks actually has such a small thing. In ordinary fishermen's house, they will be stewed in soup for supper.
... Today, they let them drink a pot.
Ouyang Rong landed on the ground, smiled and thought, squatted in front of the white sturgeon, touched the white sturgeon with eighteen seeds, and pinched the Taoist sturgeon.
The Kuixing Talisman injected some into the belly of this cute fish.
In the next moment, the white sturgeon that was originally bleeding from the seven orifices regained its vitality, and its bronzed body began to become more normal, and some ordinary flesh and blood were restored, although the scales still radiated some bronze light.
At the same time, Du Shuqing, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, squirted blood in his mouth and touched Yunmeng Ling on his knee in surprise.
Empty.
The high-standard Yunmeng Order that belongs to him has been broken into powder.
At the same time, the cloud dreams were broken in all parts of the Tiannan River and Lake, causing shocking sounds.
The white sturgeon became lifelike, and a purple little dragon flashed through its eyes, which was so mysterious.
Du Shuqing opened his eyes suddenly, and the slender figure of a young man in Confucian shirt appeared in front of him as scheduled.
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Did you help water the orchid on the windowsill of Meiluyuan study?"
Du Shuqing raised his head slightly and met Ouyang Rong's calm eyes. The sunlight behind him stings his eyes.
The young man blushed and speechless.
Ouyang Rong then reached out and pulled up the bronze sword of his daughter-in-law, stuffed it into the bronze scroll, and turned around and left.
Du Shuqing suddenly said to his back:
"Ouyang Lianghan, I haven't seen Master Yue today. Her sword was handed over to me by the great lady to communicate with the evil dragon. There are taboos in this sword, and I dare not touch it."
Ouyang Rong paused slightly, nodded, and continued to move forward.
Du Shuqing did not dare to look at Mr. Wei, Mr. Wu and others.
Under the gaze of everyone, the young man in Confucian shirts in one Confucian shirt did not walk towards a certain great lady, but walked slowly back to the platform.
On the string of eighteen seeds in his hand, there was only a little light left in the dark golden halo, which seemed to be consumed by this series of actions.
But no one dared to turn around and run away, let alone go up and provoke.
After all, even the hottest-tempered great lady Yunmeng was frozen in place at this moment, without moving... others did not have the courage.
On the way to the high platform, Ouyang Rong took off the wine pot, raised his head and drank it.
A [craftsman] that took a sword to a short time was hung alone on everyone's heads.
This time, it is truly convinced.
No… Something else followed Ouyang Rong.
It was the white sturgeon that transformed from a dragon, which seemed reluctant to leave, following his life-saving benefactor "floating".
After having a "big dream" today, it seems that it can survive without water.
Ouyang Rong ignored the little guy.
Come to the high platform.
Madam Song greeted her with joy.
"Young Master, the saint will definitely reward you very much! In time, you will be the second old man."
Rong Zhen's ears were red and his eyes were dodging.
She did not meet with Yi Qianqiu and others, but her attention was all on the slender figure who returned victoriously.
Ouyang Rong smiled and said to Madam Song:
“那枚高品补气丹药,我让你吞了吗?”
Madam Song's expression changed.
Yi Qianqiu next to him, Rong Zhen suddenly turned his head and looked at the old woman with a rolling eyes. He realized that the pill that Madam Song just praised Ouyang Rong as a healing pill, which turned out to be the ink dragon.
Without waiting for the reaction and explanation, Madam Song felt a heat in her abdomen.
The old woman with white eyes trembled all over and lowered her head in a daze.
I saw a string of eighteen seeds that had been inserted into her abdomen.
Ouyang Rong took out a bloody green pill, wiped it with a handkerchief, and squinted his eyes.
The pill has melted a layer outside, but it is still there, emitting a scent of spirit and blood.
Madam Song vomited blood, her whole body trembled, and her face was incredible.
It is incredible that Ouyang Rong would take action, nor is it that he would take the pill like this.
The audience was also shocked by this sudden scene. A purple Qi Qi practitioner, even though he was injured, was dug up his dantian by life... unheard of.
Ouyang Rong's face was calm, and the best qi-enhancing pill in his hand, "Mo Jiao", turned into spiritual energy, and all entered the eighteen seeds.
He narrowed his eyes and muttered in surprise: "What is this thing? It can replace the spiritual energy of the Yin-Yang family."
After saying that, all the merit values in the Merit Tower are zeroed.
At the same time, there was a strange purple mist with a familiar candle in the snow that emerged from the palm of the young man in Confucian clothes and drilled into the eighteen seeds one by one.
With the purple mist of merit, the spiritual energy of the ink dragon, and the Kuixing Talisman began to pour into the eighteen seeds in a crazily manner.
All the dark golden Kuixing Talismans on the Donglin Buddha were dim and as if they were exhausted.
The young man in Confucian shirt squinted his eyes like he enjoyed it, as if he felt something, and said with emotion:
"Your name is [Emperor Wen]? It turns out that it looks like this. Unfortunately, it's too far away to help you. So I'll help you remove some branches and leave only a single fake tripod sword."
After the young man in Confucian shirt finished speaking, he let go of the eighteen seeds that were "to be completed", reached into the piano box, and took out the third bamboo tube.
The first two tubes of ink stole the large Buddhist magic array, created a fake cauldron, and prohibited the teleportation of the air within a hundred miles.
第三竹筒取出,血墨尽数流出.
凝聚在儒衫青年指尖.
In a blink of an eye, a new amnesty was completed and shot into the standing Buddha not far away, entering the golden Buddha's head and eyebrows.
众人见之,心神一颤!
Almost at the same time, the ground was shaken and dust filled.
The Donglin Buddha who was stopped in place moved again. His body slowly turned around, his hands hanging beside him, and he slowly walked towards the river like a walking corpse under the afterglow of the sunset.
The river water gradually flooded half of the body, and the Buddha was jumping into the river.
Yi Qianqiu and others were shocked and panicked on the platform.
The old woman with white eyes vomited blood because of her dantian destruction, and a sharp sound came from her bloody mouth:
"Ouyang Lianghan, don't make a big mistake! The saints' grace to you, and you dare to disobey the imperial edict? No matter how high your Confucianism is, how can you abandon the ethics of the king and father? Do you want to be enemies of the Great Zhou? Are you enemies of the saints?"
Yi Qianqiu was so anxious that he was wandering around:
"Governor Ouyang, this Buddha is destroyed, we can't get a job. Don't forget that this is also your hard work with the princess!"
Rong Zhen suddenly woke up and reached out to cry: "Ouyang Lianghan, don't!"
Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing and others, who were inexplicably "reap the benefits of fishermen", expressed their expressions of surprise and suspicion, and they could not guess the thoughts of young people in Confucian clothes.
Ouyang Rong turned around and stared at the crying female Lord Shi calmly. After a while, he turned around and chuckled at the old woman who had been talking to the saint:
"Sorry, I was from the previous dynasty."
The whole audience was silent.
Hearing the word "Daqian" in the minds, the country name "Daqian" suddenly appeared in everyone's mind... This statement is almost equivalent to open rebellion.
The next moment, an indifferent voice belonging to Ouyang Rong came from the head of the Golden Buddha, like a big bell, resounding throughout the audience, with sacred majesty:
"This dynasty bans the shaping of golden bodies and only creates pagodas!"
The Donglin Buddha faced his back to the main grotto and slowly sank into the golden Xunyang River water under the sunset. He followed the Buddha's face carved by the face of the sage of the dynasty, with kind eyes and a slight pity on his eyes. A few lonely smoke floated in the distance.
Civilian city.
It was shattered inch by inch, and was disintegrated by the golden body that tens of thousands of people cultivated day and night, turning into scrap iron and rocks, rolling down.
With a loud bang, the golden Buddha's head rolled down and smashed the river. The river water surging, and huge waves swelled up.
"ah--!"
The old woman with her broken eyes with her dantian screamed shrillly.
The huge waves were difficult to wash away the heavy Buddha's head. It stranded the middle of the river. For a moment, it cut off the river and cut off the current, and the river fish were watching.
At the same time, the south, north, east, and west of the sky have different movements.
The third hour of the seventh month of the third year of Tianyou.
From south to north.
Jiangzhou Big Buddha, Yangzhou Big Buddha, Yizhou Big Buddha, Bingzhou Big Buddha, Luoyang Tianshu, collapsed.