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Chapter 403 Unorthodox Cauldron Sword

The main hall is brightly lit tonight.

From the front hall, the faint sound of a group of eminent monks chanting sutras and giving salvation could be heard.

In the courtyard outside the apse, apart from a coffin, the ground was littered with broken tiles, rubble and corpses.

Only the standing figure of a young Confucian scholar remained.

It may be that not long ago, the bursts of wailing and noise in the courtyard were covered up by the uniform chanting of the Great Compassion Mantra in the front hall.

It may also be that before Li Li and others entered the mourning hall in the backyard, they ordered Shandao and others to be effective - the monks were not allowed to enter if they heard any movement in the backyard.

Ouyang Rong wore a bronze mask with a fox head on his head, lowered his head and silently finished the cleaning. No outsiders entered the yard presumptuously during the whole process.

First, they searched the bodies of Murong Qi and Murong An and found several pieces of gold and silver jewelry.

After searching the body of Persian businessman Li Li, there was only a stack of business name banknotes, seals and land deeds and other sundries. In addition, there was a token with the word "Wei".

First, he lowered his eyes and remembered that the name of the company on the bank note might be Wei's White Gloves.

Then he glanced at the familiar black iron tokens, Ouyang Rong shook his head and threw them into the coffin in the center of the courtyard.

Ouyang Rong was a little regretful that no extra qi-tonifying elixir was found in brothers Li Li and Murong.

It seems that qi-boosting elixirs are indeed precious and are not often available, let alone top-quality qi-boosting elixirs. They must be used with caution. After all, it is not always possible to come across an opportunity like Dagushan Donglin Temple to borrow qi... He thought He said, reaching out and touching the pill box containing the ink dragon in his sleeve.

Tonight, he accidentally realized the correct use of the magical power of the tripod sword made by the craftsman, and was one step closer to the final sword technique. Later, with the help of the incense of Dagushan, he saved this treasure pill.

Ouyang Rong finally turned his attention to Daozhang Xi's body.

This Taoist priest wears a Nanhua scarf and does not grow his hair. Judging from his appearance, he must be from the Sanqing Taoist sect in the south.

According to the junior sister, if you are from the Louguan Taoist sect in the north, you will wear a Hunyuan scarf and grow your hair, just like the old Taoist with a crane cloak and fur that you first met in the underground palace...

Now that Ouyang Rong has become more involved in the world, he also knows the possible identity of the mute embroiderer girl. Looking back, of course he also discovered something strange about the old Taoist He Yuan Qiu. He must not be an ordinary person, but for some reason, he appeared in the underground palace together twice. Could it be related to rescuing him and being brought here by Xiu Niang?

Now is not the time to think too much, Ouyang Rong collects his thoughts.

He squatted down, wiped the blood stains on Taoist Master Xi's torn robe with his palms, and started groping expectantly.

This frivolous Taoist priest didn't know which mountaintop he belonged to in the Sanqing Taoist sect, but just when he was fighting, his eyes suddenly turned dark red and strangely changed, and Ouyang Rong saw it.

Being able to soar all the way from the seventh level to the fifth level is definitely not an ordinary Taoist method. It seems to have attracted some unknown existence similar to a true spirit.

Unfortunately, due to the poor physique of the frivolous Taoist priest and the seventh-level Dantian, this method of incarnation as a true spirit is naturally greatly reduced. In addition, Ouyang Rong is a sword holder. He can defeat all kinds of magic with a single tripod sword, and there is a continuous flow of incense. Prompt and capture it directly on the spot. And if this incarnated true spirit had not met Ouyang Rong, who mastered the magical power of the New Tripod Sword, but had met any other eighth-grade sword holder, even if there was an ink dragon, the script tonight would be the opposite.

Tonight's smooth wind and water also contained dangers and dangers. Thinking of this, Ouyang Rong silently introspected and was vigilant... However, this unknown existence should have vaguely seen traces of the craftsman's work. Before the dark red in his eyes faded, he cast his gaze towards him. Taking a deep look, Ouyang Rong noticed it, but was not too worried.

Tonight he came wearing a bronze mask, and at the same time mobilized his muscles and bones to slightly change his body shape and disguise himself.

Ouyang Rong quickly finished groping for Taoist Master Xi's body, looking a little disappointed.

There are no Qi-enhancing elixirs.

Instead, I found something strange.

A pink bellyband filled with the pungent smell of rouge and gouache.

There was a booklet in his belly pocket, with the words "Zhen Gao" scrawled on the cover. When he flipped through it, he found that it was filled with dense tadpole characters, which were old and difficult to distinguish.

"'Zhengao'? The annotations given by 'Erya' have the meaning of the edict dictated by a real person."

Ouyang Rong muttered, stuffing it into his sleeve before he could look at it. Then his eyes fell on the pink bellyband in his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This guy is probably no longer a serious person.

A Sanqing Taoist priest carries this thing with him everywhere. Where can he go seriously?

However, smelling the pungent but familiar smell of rouge and gouache, Ouyang Rong immediately thought of a certain concubine left by Zhu Lingxu. When he pretended to be Wei Shaoxuan to get the token by cheating, this concubine was among the crowd of concubines who entertained him with food and drinks. She seemed to have the smell of rouge and gouache, mainly because she kept rubbing it on him overtly and covertly at that time, so the impression Quite profound.

Not long ago, as the governor of Jiangzhou, he went to put an end to Zhu Lingxu's absconding crisis, and saw this concubine again in Zhu's house. At that time, she was dressed in mourning clothes and crying, but she did not forget to wink at him, who was serious. Ouyang Of course Rong ignored it and dismissed him on official business.

But she never expected that she would get together with this frivolous Taoist priest so quickly, but she didn't know whether Zhu Lingxu wore the hat before his death or before his death.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but mourn three seconds of silence for Zhu Lingxu in his heart.

Immediately he was quite speechless.

What kind of mess is it all, touching the corpse to find out an adulterous affair?

It seems that tonight not only the explosion rate is low, but also the luck will be stained by pickled things, bah bah.

Ouyang Rong shook his head. At this moment, he saw a clear blue light around him. Crouching on the ground, he looked back and saw a little guy floating in the air above his head.

The sword was slightly tilted and motionless, as if it was quietly observing the strange behavior of the male master below.

In fact, ever since Ouyang Rong finished killing people and squatted down to touch the corpses one by one, this blue "sword arc" has been following him, following him like a curious cat.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong didn't have time to explain to Yi Yi Jian that besides killing people and taking heads, touching corpses and explosive equipment was actually a kind of fun.

He thought to himself and whispered softly: "Go back."

The little guy, who was enjoying the scent of incense tonight and feeling like a fish in water, swayed left and right in the air, looking a little reluctant.

Until Ouyang Rong frowned slightly,

The psychic little guy moved and turned quietly. First, it spun twice around the head of the male owner holding the pink bellyband. Then, with a "swish" sound, it flew away through the air and reluctantly flew back to a distant seat. In the "dark and dull wooden box" in the sutra copying hall.

Tonight, the scent of incense provided a steady stream of "fuel", and the original distance restriction of more than ten feet between Jiang Zuo and Ouyang Rong was temporarily lifted.

"Is this a high-level sword wielder... I have experienced it in advance..."

Ouyang Rong muttered to himself, and at the same time, he was not idle. He started to throw the bodies of Li Li, Brother Murong, and Taoist Xi one by one into the coffin in the center, as well as pink bellybands, gold and silver jewelry, silver stamps, etc. , all thrown into it.

He took out a small tube of burning dragon oil, poured it into the coffin, and finally threw in a fire stick and lit it with a fire.

The flames were blazing.

The light green firelight reflected the bronze fox face on the young man's face. The bronze was full of simple and indifferent texture.

After waiting quietly for a while, when all the corpse evidence and clues were burned to ashes, he adjusted the tripod sword, disrupted and cut off many auras in the courtyard, and while the ashes were flying, he turned around and left, jumping out of the courtyard.

He was about to go to the sutra-copying hall, but before he had taken two steps, Ouyang Rong paused slightly, then quietly turned around and took another path.

He silently recited "Craftsman's work" in his heart, and calmly chose a dark and remote path. After walking for a hundred steps, the surroundings of the path became increasingly quiet and dark.

At a certain moment, a treetop leaf on the roadside not far behind Ouyang Rong swayed slightly in the night wind.

Ouyang Rong stopped, his voice turned dull, and he asked without looking back:

"Why, don't you want to continue following me?" The next moment, the dark trees not far behind him that had been swayed by the wind suddenly exploded into pieces of fallen leaves, like dandelions in the autumn wind.

Ouyang Rong, who deliberately teased the stroller, slowly turned around.

In the woods more than ten feet away from him, at some point, an "arc" came and went, and it had already joined hands with that slender figure.

It is almost difficult for the naked eye to see clearly the specific details of the fight taking place there.

It can only be vaguely seen. In addition to the dazzling "sword arc" that looks like a crescent moon, there is a slender figure who sometimes puts the sword arc into his sleeve, sometimes staggers a few steps with the sleeve broken, sometimes disappears with shadow escape, and sometimes falls from the mid-air... …dazzled.

As expected, the Yin Yang family's Qi practitioners had many tricks, but they were all eliminated one by one by the craftsmen who quietly returned and finished laying out their swords.

Although the incense gas consumed this time almost completely absorbed the incense gas within a hundred meters around Ouyang Rong, and even temporarily created a spiritual vacuum in this area.

However, the outcome is still decided between three breaths.

The woods returned to silence, and under the cold moonlight, there was an "arc" hanging above the head of a beautiful figure.

One person and one arc stood in the middle of the forest with flying leaves, both of them stood still.

The beautiful figure was holding her chest and coughing up blood, panting.

Ouyang Rong supported his heavy fox-faced chin. In the autumn evening wind, he walked closer with long sleeves and took a look.

Sure enough, it was the familiar cold and cold girl in palace attire.

Rong Zhen raised her head and looked at the mythical tripod sword suspended above her head. The dreamlike blue light fell on her palm-sized white face. At the moment, the cold and cold expression in the past was gone, replaced by a look of shock and suspicion on her face. : "It's really the moon... What the child said is right... I see..."

Sensing the footsteps approaching, she suddenly turned her head and asked the young scholar who seemed to be wearing a bronze fox mask: "You are the sword holder! Which tripod sword is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

Ouyang Rong stopped in the shadow of a tree not far from her, narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent.

As if she felt that she was being looked at as if she were a defeated enemy, the girl in palace clothes blushed and wanted to scold him.

But in the next moment, she saw the fox-faced scholar looming in front of him, turning around coldly, seemingly disdainfully, and soon the figure disappeared.

Didn't kill her.

Rong Zhen was stunned for a moment. After a while, he looked around and saw that the person had really left.

Her face moved slightly... Only a tripod sword remained, still hanging three feet above her head, locking all her energy, but not falling for a long time, as if it was a prisoner and supervisor.

So... are you going to let her go?

The ice-cold girl in palace attire had complicated eyes, and immediately fell into a long silence...

Half an hour later, Ouyang Rong, who had made a few extra rounds just in case, appeared in the Sutra Copying Hall.

He walked to the table in front of the Buddha, silently lit a lamp, packed up the sword box and other items, and prepared to leave.

Rong Zhen and other female officials were regarded as neutral forces in Xunyang City and could balance the Wei family... Ouyang Rong hesitated and did not kill.

And judging from Rong Zhen's reaction and questioning, he must have just arrived, bumped into him as he was leaving, and wanted to follow him and observe.

Just now, Ouyang Rong had a fight with Li Li and others in the apse courtyard and wiped out the corpses, but he didn't see it.

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Recently, Rong Zhen sent his female officer to Longcheng to investigate Zhao Rushi's case. He had known about it for a long time, so he also asked the experienced county lieutenant Yan Lao to help wrap up the matter.

I just didn't expect that Rong Zhen herself would come here tonight. As the supervisor of Jiangzhou's former army, shouldn't she be staying in Xunyang City honestly? She just wanted to find out the truth about Zhao Rushi's case?

Ha, he is different from those smart people in Xunyang City who don't mind their own business.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

He only kills people he thinks should be killed, but he doesn't object to Rong Zhen and the others investigating cases they feel they need to handle in an official manner.

There is no conflict between the two, and even though the latter have fulfilled their duties and persisted, Ouyang Rong has some faint appreciation... But it is personal appreciation, and he will not let them catch them.

Not long after, he glanced at the deep night and felt that the time was almost there. His mind moved slightly and he recalled the work of the craftsman thousands of meters away.

With the speed of Rong Zhen, a sixth-grade qigong practitioner, he certainly couldn't catch up with tonight's unlimited firepower.

The other person leaves first, and the sword escapes later. It can be regarded as getting rid of a difficult girl in palace clothes, and it can also be regarded as a wonderful use of having a flying sword.

Ouyang Rong had already been mentally prepared for the subsequent impact of this incident.

Previously, he had used Wei Shaoxuan's identity to play the "felt hat trick", and now he had cleanly silenced Li Li and others. In fact, he had already prepared for the consequences of being discovered by the Wei family.

On the Wei side, as long as they are not stupid, they must have noticed that something happened to Wei Shaoxuan, Qiu Shenji and others, and that the tripod sword fell into the hands of others.

As for whether it fell into the hands of the Baoli faction when the Dragon City Cauldron Sword was released, or whether Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Shenji later went to find some immortality medicine sword secret but fell into the hands of Yunmeng Jianze, or other mysterious forces intervened .

Wei's side should still be unsure... there will still be some dealings to do later.

Ouyang Rong sighed, packed up, and felt that a certain little guy was getting closer and closer. He picked up the sword box and turned around to leave the hall.

The next moment, Takumi returned leisurely and slipped into the main hall through the gap in the roof.

But this time, it didn't just come back with a sword.

I saw something floating faintly in the clear blue sword light next to the "Sword Arc".

The little guy brought the explosive equipment and circled above Ouyang Rong's head, seemingly asking for credit.

"What is this?" He was stunned for a moment.

The craftsman returned home with a full load tonight. It satisfactorily got back into the piano-shaped sword box that had been empty for a long time. The thing floating next to the "arc" lost the blessing of the sword energy and fell lightly. Ouyang Rong subconsciously reached out to catch it.

A burst of fresh and elegant fragrance is the first to hit your nostrils.

Turning to the light, I took a closer look and saw that it was a dark purple... bellyband.

Purple is very attractive, but it seems to be worn all year round, frugally and plainly. The thin dark purple fabric has been washed and turned white and faded. At the moment, the bellyband rope that should be tied around the woman's thin neck has been cut.

Ouyang Rong stared slightly, looking at this bellyband that came from nowhere and still had a warm fragrance. At this moment, there was only one syllable left in his mouth:

"what?"

(End of this chapter)