No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 240
empty.

This Jiazi sword stove room, which affects the interests of all parties, is finally empty.

Ouyang Rong, Wei Shaoxuan, Liu Zilin and the others turned around in silence and walked out of the gate.

It was just past two quarters.

In the sky over the sword furnace room halfway up the mountain, the clear blue sword energy that had been flying straight into the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Like it never happened.

White clouds and blue sky, sunny and sunny.

People who came out of the sword furnace room one after another did not notice that the old man in sackcloth was carrying a metal square seal in his hand when he threw himself into the furnace with his back.

All disappeared.

They are still digesting the real name of Xindingjian left by the old swordsmith.

"Craftsmanship... Interesting."

Wei Shaoxuan nodded excitedly.

Qiu Shenji carried the Mohist sword case on his back, turned his head to look at the crooked right shoulder, and seemed to feel that his shoulders were uneven, he shook his shoulders, and suddenly nodded:
"In the box, there is so much sword energy."

The man in sackcloth turned his head and said:
"Liulang, remember the name of this sword. Before the tripod sword entered the world and met the powerful sword master, it was too much influenced by the swordsmith.

"The real name chosen by the swordsmith is the true meaning of this sword, and even the sword formulas that may be born in the future can be glimpsed from the real name."

"Thank you for your foster father. What a craftsman, low-key enough."

Wei Shaoxuan looked at the sword case on Qiu Shenji's back, nodded with satisfaction, and reached out to touch the cold wooden body of the sword case.

On the side, Liu Zilin and Liu Fu hurriedly congratulated.

However, they didn't notice the surprised faces of Ouyang Rong and Ah Qing behind them.

This strange tripod sword is called Jiang Zuo, why is it so familiar.

Ouyang Rong frowned and turned his head.

How could there be a sense of déjà vu when I encountered the finale question in the examination room in my previous life, only to find that I had brushed it yesterday and knew the answer.

But right now, the important thing is not the answer known in advance.

It's what the event itself represents,
Ouyang Rong turned his head silently, and exchanged a glance with the delicate young girl who had received a gift from the old swordsmith before and was only acting like an old man.

"master……"

Ah Qing reached into her sleeve to fumble for something, hesitated to speak, but Ouyang Rong shook her head with a frown and interrupted her.

"Be quiet, both of you."

Liu Zilin suddenly turned his head to scare the two of them.

Ouyang Rong grabbed Ah Qing's hand, lowered his eyes and coughed.

Wei Shaoxuan didn't look at them at all, excitedly flipping through the old Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures in his hand:

"Father, the old man said just now that this is the sword formula of a 'poor man', is it true or not, why is it a Buddhist scripture?"

Qiu Shenji pondered:
"Normally, the sword formula is created by every legendary sword-holder of the tripod sword in history after comprehending the true meaning of the tripod sword, and the forms are all kinds of strange.

"It may be a trick of the mind, it may be a ballad, it may be a poem, or even a painting, it's all possible.

"It's not surprising that the poor man's sword formula is a Buddhist scripture.

"It should... be related to the Donglin Temple next to it.

"According to the book, 'Han Shi' was born in the Eastern Jin Dynasty 400 years ago, the fifth tripod sword in history.

"If I remember correctly, this Donglin Temple was also built around the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and Donglin Temple had a mythology at the beginning."

"The tripod sword and any book of sword formulas are important conditions for being promoted to be a sword wielder.

"Since the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Donglin Temple has been famous for this mythical lineage. In addition to its close relationship with the Mei family on the Butterfly Creek side and other swordsmith families, the core of the sect may be this "poor man" sword formula .

"It's just that we went to see it a few days ago, and the Dao veins of Donglin Temple have already been cut off. As for how the sword art of the 'poor man' fell into the hands of this old man, we don't know."

Wei Shaoxuan was thoughtful, and after a while, he smiled heartily:
"It doesn't matter, adoptive father, let's accept it with a smile. I didn't expect the old man to give us a big gift before he left."

He put away the Buddhist scriptures and shook his white wide sleeves:
"Let's go, change the plan a little bit, try it first, Sanskrit? Then go to Donglin Temple to catch a monk to translate and translate. If it doesn't work, then plan as usual and continue to return to Beijing to observe Emperor Wen."

The master of the swordsmith died, and the tripod sword was in hand, and an unexpected and precious sword formula was added, and the foster father of a top-grade qi practitioner accompanied him to protect the way.

Standing in the mountain wind on the lawn, Wei Shaoxuan raised his head and took a deep breath.

High spirits.

At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly said:
"Young Master Wei is happy, don't forget the old man's deathbed confession just now, let Ah Qing go, and send her down the mountain."

"Is it for you to interrupt here?" Liu Zilin grabbed Ouyang Rong by the collar.

He turned his head suddenly again, flatteringly said:

"Mr. Wei, this son is really hateful. Since Mr. Qiu is inconvenient to make a move, you also have a bright future, son, so don't get dirty...

"Leave it to me. You go to work on your work. I will share your worries. There is also this little girl named Ah Qing. I will send someone to send her down the mountain."

Liu Zilin turned his head and stared fiercely at Ouyang Rong's eyes again:

"It's cheap to kill you, kid. I want to make your life worse than death, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Ouyang Rong's face was calm, and he lowered his eyes slightly:

"So much bullshit."

Ah Qing looked at the master's expression with a haggard face. Ever since the master suddenly vomited blood in the sword shop, the master has always had such a calm and frightening expression.

Even if they were just about to fry the sword furnace, they were caught by the man in sackcloth who looked like a god of war on the mountain road, the master was like this, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.

Especially after participating in stabbing Liu Zian in the sword furnace room, the master seemed to become more... calmer.

The only strange thing is that he doesn't dare to face her and his mother.

Liu Zilin sneered: "You will beg for mercy later."

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"What's the point of begging for mercy? I'm not afraid of death, but if it hurts too much, I'll yell for mercy a few times, but does this affect you as a useless piece of trash? Is this the bastard's brain circuit? If others beg for mercy, you're not a shallow water bastard?"

The young county magistrate smiled as he talked.

Liu Zilin's face froze, just when he was about to speak again.

"Don't bother, just do it directly and chop off your head."

Wei Shaoxuan waved his hands without looking back.

He and Qiu Shenji didn't leave immediately, but stood where they were, as if waiting for something.

Ouyang Rong still smiled, "Your master has spoken."

Liu Zilin choked on his words, and nodded vigorously instead:
"That's right, you can't have long nights and dreams, Mr. Wei is wise and cautious."

While flattering Liu Zilin, he suddenly reached out and snatched the moonlight long sword from Ouyang Rong's waist, pinned it on his waist, then turned his head, and pointed his eyes at the eight slaves in Tsing Yi behind him:
"Listen to Mr. Wei, drag him over and behead him, don't splash the blood on the nobleman."

Liu Zilin turned his face away again, grabbed Ah Qing's back collar with his big hands, picked up the little girl who was crying and resisting, nodded and said:

"Master Wei, then I'll go and take this little girl down the mountain now."

The smile on Wei Shaoxuan's face remained unchanged: "I said, cut off the head."

"Yes, yes, cut off Ouyang Lianghan's head now, don't worry, my lord, I will do it myself."

Liu Zilin nodded quickly, put down the delicate girl who was scratching and hindering her, and walked towards Ouyang Rong with his sword drawn.

Wei Shaoxuan sighed: "My lord is saying that all heads, big and small, will be cut off."

Liu Zilin was stunned.

Ouyang Rong's calm face suddenly distorted: "Wei Shaoxuan! Why did you promise the old man just now, and you backed down, did everything right, and lost your face?!"

Wei Shaoxuan calmly shook the paper fan:

"No, no, I respect the old gentleman, so I didn't break my promise, but I promised that I would not kill her, but I didn't say that I want to stop others from killing her...

"Patriarch Liu, do you think so? This is your territory, and you want to kill this girl. How can I stop this young master and foster father? Our Wei family will not do such a thing that bullies the master, please do it yourself."

"Yes... yes!" Liu Zilin's face was slightly stiff, and he lowered his head in agreement: "I want to kill you."

Wei Shaoxuan didn't go to look at a certain young magistrate who was obviously more silent than dead, but was suddenly aroused by him.

He suddenly turned his head and said to Qiu Shenji:
"An angry person?"

Qiu Shenji nodded indifferently: "A man of great vigor."

Wei Shaoxuan laughed happily and said:
"Sure enough, I guessed right. Old mister, old mister, the more protective you are, the more damned you are. Even if you are a little girl, you have not grown up and have no cultivation, but just in case .”

Ouyang Rong didn't look at this hypocrite who regarded human life like nothing, but fixed his eyes on Qiu Shenji.

He was pressed down by several servants in green clothes, struggling desperately, holding his head up and gritting his teeth:

"You so-called qi practitioners, do you only do these despicable and shameless things?! Break your trust, bully the weak, and trample on justice!

"I know your bottom line is low, but I didn't expect it to be none! Now even a defenseless little girl will not be spared!"

On Qiu Shenji's ice-like face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, his brows were slightly gathered, but they immediately relaxed again indifferently.

He doesn't bother to talk about his military skills with ants.

Qiu Shenji and Wei Shaoxuan didn't look sideways.

Ignoring is the greatest contempt.

Ouyang Rong suddenly understood a very high priority rule in this world.

In his previous life, it was difficult for him to notice this rule, and after coming to this world, he was so busy going home that he didn't need to pay much attention to this rule in the short term.

But if he wants to stay for a long time, then the bloody reality will inevitably press down his high head and face this rule squarely.

Unfortunately, it's a bit late now.

But having said that, in front of a high-grade Qi practitioner, it is useless to know earlier, at most, run away alone?
This game of fighting for the new cauldron sword seems destined not to be something ordinary mortal officials can participate in.

"If Patriarch Liu wants to kill, please hurry up, you are in a hurry."

Wei Shaoxuan glanced at Liu Zilin, the latter seemed to have just reacted from the stunned, and hurried forward with a smile, ready to be executed.

Wei Shaoxuan lowered his head to read the Buddhist scriptures and sword formulas, turned his back together with Qiu Shenji who was carrying the box, walked to a distance, and waited for the head to fall to the ground.

Liu Zilin led the slaves in Tsing Yi, and dragged Ouyang Rong and Ah Qing to the edge of the cliff.

Ouyang Rong who fell to the ground turned his head and said in a loss:
"Ah Qing, Master is too arrogant. He underestimated the temptation of this broken sword, and ignored the existence of Qi practitioners... Master, I shouldn't have brought you carelessly."

"Master, it's okay, it's all the same."

"What...all the same?"

Ah Qing's face was full of tears, and she tried her best to show a smiling face. It was still Ouyang Rong's soft and pitiful voice when she first met her:

"If the master hadn't appeared, my elder brother, my mother, and many other families in Longcheng would have died in the flood a long time ago. Wouldn't it be the same to die now as before?

"Speaking of which, the master has allowed us to live a lot longer!"

she said happily.

Ouyang Rong turned his head, but still didn't dare to look at her.

From the serious injury of vomiting blood at the foot of the mountain to the beheading under the knife, his calm face is filled with endless guilt and self-blame.

In Zheyiqu, he, the county magistrate of Longcheng, should have come out.

Ah Shan stood up.

Those who hold salaries for everyone must not freeze them to death in the wind and snow.

But now, not only the salary holders freeze to death, but Ouyang Rong can't even take care of the salary holders' relatives?
"Comfort the fallacy of the master." Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and murmured.

"Not consolation."

Ah Qing wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her weed-stained hand:
"Brother is gone, master is leaving too, and Ah Qing doesn't want to live alone, but she can't bear to part with her mother. Fortunately, the sister-in-law that brother likes is a good person, and she should take care of her mother."

Ah Qing became happy as she spoke, and suddenly asked:

"Master, do you still remember the night when Nuer's house invited you to dinner at Donglin Temple?"

"Why don't you remember, you guys misunderstood me and undressed foolishly."

"Ah Qing has always remembered it!" Ah Qing was about to die, trembling all over her body, she couldn't help it: "Since the master hugged Ah Qing and put clothes on Ah Qing, Ah Qing has...just..."

"Just what?"

"Just... I will always be grateful to the master for his kindness."

She tilted her head, not looking at him.

"Really, I am also very grateful to Ah Qing..."

Ouyang Rong didn't know what he was thinking, and murmured in a daze.

While whispering, the two took their positions on the edge of the cliff.

Liu Zi'an turned his back to Wei Shaoxuan, with a gloomy and complicated face. He drew his sword with the slaves in Tsing Yi beside him, glanced at Ouyang Rong and Ah Qing who were leaning together, and then looked back at Wei Shaoxuan.

His eyes flickered.

Ouyang Rong suddenly gave up all his struggles, and let the two slaves in Tsing Yi cut their arms behind their backs and press their backs against the edge of the cliff.

He tried his best to lift his head, trying to take a last look at the sky.

I saw a clear sky, and the sun at noon was as dazzling as a needle.

Ouyang Rong tried his best to squint his eyes, and his eyes were in a trance in the narrow field of vision between his eyes.

Are you going to die? I haven't had time to exchange for the blessing of going home.

But why... there are not many regrets?
Ouyang Rong smiled.

In fact, he is clear in his heart, it has always been like this, and he knows everything in his heart:

At first, he was looking for a reason why he couldn't leave.

Later, he began to look for reasons to leave.

Even later, I told myself that I was very disappointed in this world and regarded it as hell.

But when Ouyang Rong learned from his junior sister that Longcheng still needed him very much, he still took the skirt knife and couldn't wait to return to "hell".

He found another reason not to leave.

And the blessing of the underground palace that seemed to be returning home gradually became a kind of spiritual sustenance from afar.

But sometimes, people will never see the distance in their whole life.

Just know it's there...

Ouyang Rong raised his head and laughed.

In fact, he was aware of these subtle changes in thinking.

Just never wanted to admit it.

Now that you are about to die, you will know your mind and see your nature.

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes slightly and gradually got used to the dazzling sunlight. At this moment, he suddenly saw a tiny white spot in the blue sky above his head.

This small white dot is getting bigger and bigger in its field of vision at an extremely fast speed.

Ouyang Rong was taken aback.

It was immediately clear that it was a big bird soaring with its head held high.

The big bird is white all over, and its appearance is particularly strange, as if... there are more than two feet and two eyes.

What also made him feel strange was that there seemed to be a ball of...golden candlelight on the back of this big bird?
The sun is too strong at noon, burning the wings?Wait, it's not flames!This is... a mass of long golden hair blown by strong winds!
Ouyang Rong frowned.

"Who gave the dog guts?"

A cold voice that belonged exclusively to a woman came from nowhere, as if speaking in the ears of everyone on the lawn.

And this woman's voice is a little blunt, and the elegant words are a little rusty, just like a barbarian who is just learning Chinese.

"Who?"

Wei Shaoxuan was still looking around in surprise, Qiu Shenji suddenly raised his head, his face changed drastically, and he blurted out:

"Candle in the snow! Why are you here?"

"Leave the tripod sword, get lost, or die," she said.

Under the knife's edge, the young county magistrate raised his head vigorously and faced the sun with a confused expression on his face, and the words "candle in the snow" were slightly familiar.

But immediately, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes wide and witnessed a scene that he will never forget for the rest of his life...

Strong winds filled the mountains.

There was a golden-haired vietnamese woman who came from heaven.

(End of this chapter)