No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 250
In the small courtyard, it started to rain a little.

A blood-red rain.

With a radius of more than ten zhang, it took ten breaths before slowly stopping.

Ouyang Rong silently turned his head and looked at "Wei Shaoxuan" surrounded by the yard.

He didn't really want to torture and kill the enemy like this, but just now he was careless and couldn't control it.

The power of myth is somewhat difficult to control, especially this little guy, who seems to be a little "petty".

The clear blue light in Ouyang Rong's eyes slowly disappeared, as did the light from the wound on his abdomen.

At the same time, in front of him, the suspended craftwork, the clear blue light gradually faded, and the "arc" gradually became transparent, escaping from the void.

Ouyang Rong moved down the palm covering the wound, and subconsciously touched the position of Dantian.

After taking a rest just now, the accumulated aura was exhausted again.

Ding Jian's spiritual energy consumption is simply massive. With his current ninth-grade spiritual energy reserves, killing one Wei Shaoxuan and one Liu Zilin would consume them all, but the recovery is very slow.

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a fragrant warm wind blowing beside him, and turned his head.

"It...is it yours?"

Holding a bowl in both hands, Lianbu stepped forward cautiously and swallowed.

Look at her face.

Obviously, the reversal that happened in just ten breaths from when Ouyang Rong walked out of the bowl to when Wei Shaoxuan was blown into blood by the sword energy of the tripod sword, made the little girl with plum makeup who had the will to die now feel like she was dying. Also a little hard to digest.

"Is this the legendary tripod sword? Why does it look like this, even weirder than the Emperor Wen described by my father, Ouyang Lianghan, how did you do it, and how did you get it?" She asked a series of questions.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer.

Li Bao'er's starry eyes were not shy, looking straight at the frowning side face of the short-haired young man in front of him, his eyes seemed to be full of curiosity and inquiry.

"You don't have to take such a risk." Ouyang Rong said suddenly.

Li Bao'er shook her head: "I didn't know you were awake all the time, and who would have thought..."

She stopped speaking, bit her lip and turned her head, looking at the white walls around her that were freshly dyed red.

"Sorry, I didn't hold back just now."

Ouyang Rong explained something, squatted down, and he lowered his head and picked up Wei Shaoxuan's "relic" with his fingers.

Li Bao'er glanced at the blood on her body with lowered eyes, and casually wiped the blood on her cheek with the back of her white hand.

"It's okay." She smiled suddenly, "It's quite relieved."

Li Bao'er's eyes were bright, and he didn't feel any fear or discomfort at the bloody scene in front of him, instead he was a little excited.

"Here."

The water bowl continued to be passed to Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong leaned back slightly, frowned and looked at Li Bao'er.

I don't know if she did it on purpose or accidentally, half of the blood sausage was floating in the water bowl.

"Oh, forgot."

Li Bao'er nodded, poured the bowl of water away, and stood up calmly:
"Anyway, we cooperated very well just now, Ouyang Lianghan, we have a tacit understanding when we cooperate for the first time."

After leaving a word, she seemed to be in a good mood, walked into the kitchen with her hands behind her back, and scooped up water again.

The tacit understanding refers to the fact that you pretended to be a little white rabbit but failed to backstab yourself, and you had to suppress the newly recovered injury and come out to fight the fire?
The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched, and he swallowed the words.

However, after experiencing the common enemy Wei Shaoxuan, the two did get to know each other a lot. At least they saw each other's true temperament and knew that they were not good friends, instead of being as gentle and polite as before.

Looking back, Ouyang Rong picked out a few pieces of equipment that Wei Shaoxuan had exploded from the bloody mass on the ground.

A dark iron token with the word "Wei" engraved on it.

A deer-patterned jade ring full of cracks, similar to that of my junior sister.

There are also three small porcelain bottles, the mouths of which are wrapped with red cloth and shaken gently, each of which contains a few hard round pills.

I don't know if it is the healing elixir, or the precious qi-invigorating elixir that my junior sister mentioned, or the forbidden elixir that is considered taboo by orthodox qi practitioners, and the alchemists forcibly raise the rank of qi training?
But since it can appear on the body of the sixth prince of Wei Wang, it must not be a vulgar thing.

Ouyang Rong put it away silently, his eyes finally fell on a long wooden box.

When they were "in prison" in Jiazi Jianlu before, I heard them chatting and mentioned that this seemed to be called some kind of Mohist sword box.

Ouyang Rong picked up the sword box with his palm, and looked down, "Is it specially used to hold the tripod sword..."

"Ouyang Lianghan, you seem to be a little different."

Li Bao'er took another bowl of clean water and walked out. Although she didn't care about the bloody mess, she was in the kitchen just now, so she should have washed her face with clean water.

At this moment, the little girl with plum blossom makeup, the bright red plum marks on her forehead have faded a little, her crimson bun is fluffy, and a few strands of black hair on her eyebrows are wet and sticky together, shining and reflecting in the afternoon sun that falls into the courtyard, making her oval face even more white and clean.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the bowl, then at her pretty face.

"What are you thinking about?" Li Bao'er was stunned for a moment, then turned his face away: "You don't use this water to wash your face, you think..."

Before she finished speaking, Ouyang Rong took it and drank it down.

He suddenly put down the bowl: "Why am I different?"

Li Bao'er realized that he was answering the question just now, her eyes fell on Ouyang Rong's face.

The young man in front of him is a little bit paralyzed today, his brows are slightly raised, but never loosened, as if there is some kind of sadness lingering.

His face was thin and pale, he was seriously injured, and his demeanor was weak. Standing in front of her, he seemed to be on the verge of falling, unbearable to be blown by the wind.

For some unknown reason, the long hair was also cut off, leaving only short, broken black hair with bangs vaguely covering the eyebrows.

The whole person is decadent and melancholy.

Of course, things like temperament have to be viewed with dialectics.

If it looks ugly, it is a worthless waste, but if it is handsome, it is decadent and melancholy.

Li Bao'er looked sideways, took a few more glances, and parted her pink lips:

"It's just not like you before today. You used to be high-spirited, as if nothing could stop you, but now...it's gone." She said intentionally, and nodded again: "Well, it seems like you were beaten by God."

"What's wrong..."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyelids, his face was not angry, and he didn't explain, his eyes were a little dazed.

Li Bao'er suddenly said: "Just now when you came out of the kitchen, you could see that you seemed to be in a bad mood. Are you very... angry?"

"No."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, packed up the things left by Wei Shaoxuan, and then dragged the bodies of the guards into the kitchen without stopping.

Li Bao'er didn't know why he was covering up, but he still gave his hand.

Following behind, during the busy interval, she said lightly:
"Don't be stubborn, this Wei Shaoxuan has been made like this by you."

Looking around at the fuzzy flesh and blood scattered in the yard, the little girl suddenly turned her head and smiled:
"Are you really going to kill his whole family? It's not easy to destroy the Wei Palace, but to fight against the entire Wei family? You may need my family..."

Ouyang Rong knew what she was thinking, and said calmly: "Can't you just say something to anger him? Let him die with regret."

"Is it murderous?"

Li Baoer changed the subject:
"But what if you killed the son of King Wei? If the matter is exposed, you will immediately become Wei's mortal enemy."

"Me? You picked it really clean." He chuckled.

"Then I said just now that there is a tacit understanding, don't you have a face full of disapproval?"

Li Bao'er drooped her head and put on the tulle again, revealing only her brows and eyes indifferently, her demeanor suddenly became cold and dignified, but it was a pity that she had a poisonous tongue and a small mouth.

"That's fine." She asked curiously: "Then what should we do now? So this is destroying the corpse and destroying the traces, dealing with the murder scene? Do we need...to kill people again?"

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, but calmly asked:
"Where is Junior Sister? Didn't she let her protect you? Why did Wei Shaoxuan hunt down your family? Where are Wei Shaoxuan's comrades?"

When Su Guer heard the words, he immediately shook out what happened in the Manjushri Temple today, like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

Ouyang Rong finished listening.

A moment of silence.

Stretching out his hand to touch the abdominal wound, the medicinal power of Huichun Pill is indeed effective, the wound has stopped bleeding and has healed a lot.

However, he used the Hanshi Sword Art twice in a row to summon the tripod sword, so he faced a problem.

"The dantian has no aura..."

"What did you say?" Li Bao'er asked behind him.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and said calmly:
"I said, you go first, immediately."

"You want to take the blame alone? Save me?"

"No." Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I'm afraid you will get in the way later."

"What are you doing?"

"Say it, kill his whole family." He nodded.

"Don't be kidding." Li Bao'er's face under the tulle became serious, "Are you going to find sister Xie?"

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, turned his head and looked around the courtyard, frowning, not knowing what to think about.

"You don't have to think about protecting me, you can't hide it."

Li Bao'er said directly:

"As long as Wei Shaoxuan can't be found by the people of Prince Wei's Mansion, you and I, who saw him last, are the number one suspect. Moreover, there are so many people in the yard who witnessed us killing people, all you need to do is ask..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly said: "Sometimes, seeing is not necessarily believing."

"What's the meaning……"

Li Bao'er's words stopped, she saw Ouyang Rong silently took out a bronze animal face from his bosom, it was the one that he would not let go when he was in a coma before.

Then Li Wrap'er rubbed his eyes suddenly, thinking that there was an illusion, after the young man in front of him took out his mask, a purple light gleamed faintly from his eyes.

"your eyes……"

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, and turned his head to look around at the old, young, sick and disabled who had witnessed the murder in the yard, with a look of relief flashing "it really is so" on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Li Bao'er noticed that Ouyang Rong suddenly closed his purple eyes and stood still.

And the bronze animal face on his palm was faintly covered with purple mist, pouring into it.

Ouyang Rong ignored it.

At this moment, in the merit pagoda, seeing the [-] merits quickly subtracted, his face showed no pain.

There are only more than three thousand merits left.

After a while, the purple mist on the mask of the mirage disappeared, and the bronze on the face and body had a faint glow.

Ouyang Rong stuffed the mask into his sleeve.

"Sure enough." He nodded and whispered.

After refining the mask of the mirage beast, his own basic Dao veins followed the deceitful path of the fairy Yucheng. Right now, Ouyang Rong is punishing Wei Shaoxuan in public again. As soon as he touches the mask, it triggers blessings again. Blessings replace rituals and collect ghost incarnations.

Inside the mask in the sleeve, besides the fake incarnations of Ah Shan and Zhang Qian, there is another one...

Ouyang Rong suddenly sat down, took out three porcelain bottles from his arms, with a slightly hesitant face, poured out a pill from each bottle, and swallowed them one by one.

The first bottle of pitch black pills is ineffective after swallowing, but there is still a retching physiological reaction, so hold it back.

After swallowing the second bottle of Chihong Pill, his whole body became slightly hot, and the wounds were itchy, which seemed to be healing.

When the brown pill in the third bottle was swallowed, the dantian suddenly produced a cyclone that could be seen from inside.

It should be the rumored qi-invigorating elixir.

Ouyang Rong relaxed his shoulders.

Sure enough, the son of King Wei is rich and powerful. I heard from my junior sister before that the old Taoist priests in Gezao Mountain could not practice a few potions in half a year, and they had to consider the success rate of pills.

Regardless of whether it was wasted or not, he took two more brown pills in a row, and in the dantian, cyclones appeared one after another, gathering qi crazily.

"The more the better." Ouyang Rong whispered.

The tripod sword kills and consumes a huge amount of spiritual energy.

He was promoted to the ninth rank of swordsman through the poor swordsmanship.

After digesting the sword art of the poor man, he faintly discovered that every blow of the tripod sword has a way of killing people. When it comes to the sword art, it is a unique move of the tripod sword.

And the sword art of the cold warrior corresponds to the unique skill of the tripod sword, which is called "return to come".

Ouyang Rong currently has the killing method of the "poor man" tripod sword 400 years ago.

Although "craftsmanship" is not a "poor man" and cannot restore the full power of "return to come" it exerted, but after comprehending its true meaning, it is still amazingly powerful to simulate.

In the previous two killings, the cauldron sword was suspended above the heads of the crowd, not trying to be handsome, but a sign of brewing before the "return to return" was performed.

It is the cloth sword of "return to return":

The tripod sword hangs in the air, covering the enemies within a certain range below.

During the sword-wielding period, the sword-wielder needs to expend mental energy frantically, lock the enemy's aura, and calculate various killing routes.

Then, there is the devastating killing.

Unless the enemy's rank is too much higher than him, it is difficult to break through the vast protective qi, or the tripod sword driven by weak aura cannot keep up with the speed of high-rank enemies, or the opponent has insight into the killing method of tripod sword, Escape immediately, without giving the sword bearer a chance to spread the sword.

So the first two times, the craftsmen showed their bodies, they were suspended in the air, it was the calm before the storm.

But there is one thing to say, Liu Zilin is dead wronged, he may know some signs of the use of the Ding Sword's unique skills, but the underground palace is too narrow, there is only one exit, and it is sealed by the Ding Sword.

But at that time, Ouyang Rong was not proficient in controlling the tripod sword for the first time, and he was also in a hurry.

But fortunately, the confined space of the underground palace is simply the best home field for "returning back". The enemies cannot escape, so they can only wait for the harvest one by one. die.

Therefore, the first killing scene in the underground palace is extremely cruel, like a lion cub hunting for the first time, tormenting an unsuffocated calf in a strange way.

As for Wei Shaoxuan, he was stupid.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes in the back kitchen and waited for seven breaths before walking out of the kitchen. This time he performed "Go Back Come Come" with grace and calmness, and Wei Shaoxuan had no power to return to heaven.

Of course, there is also the reason why Wei Shaoxuan and Liu Zilin are only ninth rank.

The sword-wielding swordsman who has the most mythical veins only needs to protect himself and not give the enemy a chance to behead. He is of the same rank and has the most killing power, and he can even try to surpass the rank.

As for the killing method designed by the old swordsmith for this new tripod sword "craftsman", which is the unique skill of the tripod sword, Ouyang Rong does not know for the time being.

In other words, he has not digested the true meaning of craftsmanship.

But Ouyang Rong believes that there is no one in this world who has a deeper understanding than him of "Returning to Come", which represents the true meaning of the poor.

In addition, I heard from my junior sister that the sword wielder has no veins, and the promotion of each rank is a huge bottleneck, and it is useless to practice spiritual energy alone.

It not only needs to obtain a new sword formula, but also digests the true meaning. Only when it sees "Qi" can it be promoted.

But this also means that every time he is promoted to a rank, he will master a new set of unique skills of the tripod sword.

It's no wonder that the killing power of the swordsman has reached the top, and "Return to Come" is already so powerful, not to mention, in theory, he can also perform eight sets of unique skills of the tripod sword, each with its own magic.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of hurried footsteps outside the small courtyard, mixed with the voices of Liu Fu and others.

"Sixth Young Master! Are you okay?"

Li Bao'er's lacquered eyes widened, and she hurriedly turned her head, only to find that there was one more Wei Shaoxuan and one missing Ouyang Lianghan beside her.

come back to life?
She hastily pulled out her sleeve knife.

"What are you panicking about?"

The person wearing the mask turned his head and said calmly, in a familiar tone, he suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, "Don't move."

"...??" Li Baoer.

(End of this chapter)