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Chapter 404: Candle in the Snow: I caught you

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Looking at the purple bellyband in his hand, Ouyang Rong fell into deep thought.

He opened the sword box that was about to be closed, twisted a slender sword arc with two fingers that concealed his merit and fame, and asked seriously:

"You...which forest did you pick this up from?" After a pause, his tone contained some expectation: "You picked it up, right?"

Takuzu twisted, freed himself from his master's fingers, and expertly spun twice above the head of his master who was holding his bellyband. Then he plunged towards the southwest, then turned and flew back. This back and forth movement showed a hint of pride. Pointing in the direction of a certain cold and cold girl imprisoned not long ago.

In addition, it was a cold autumn night outside, but he could clearly feel the residual warmth on this "found bellyband" with his fingertips.

Ouyang Rong's head was covered with black lines and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I have done good deeds and accumulated virtues in my life. How could I be so virtuous as to use your cauldron sword?

"Originally, I was keeping a secret, but now it's better. You've snatched away all the private clothes of a young lady who has always kept her body like a jade. Isn't this humiliation and enmity?

"I just teased you in front of others for not listening to me, and you really didn't make a mistake."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but clench his fists, and his tone was filled with hatred.

The craftsman was originally spinning around on his head, as if he was proudly waiting for the reward given by his master to let him play outside for a while. At this moment, after hearing the words, he suddenly hovered, and with a "Qiu" sound, he plunged into the sword box.

boom--!

The sword box was slammed shut.

Ignore him.

"I can't even say a few words to you? If I don't say anything to you anymore, who knows what else will you bring back next time?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head and pursued.

The long sword box was lying on the table, motionless and unresponsive.

At this moment, a lone lamp was lit on the table in front of the Buddha, making the main hall become increasingly empty and quiet.

There is a faint cold fragrance floating around.

Ouyang Rong looked to the southwest, thought for a while, and sighed.

I secretly said "Guilty" in my heart.

His eyes moved to the dark purple bellyband that was a little hot.

He frowned slightly.

In the Zhou Dynasty, not everyone was qualified to wear purple, but it was the most noble and mysterious color.

Because of the limitations of the coloring techniques of this era, the resulting purple cloth is extremely precious.

Among the people, the prime ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty are called "Jiu Zi Xianggong" because their official uniforms are purple, among which the purple official uniforms are of higher rank than the red official uniforms, and are exclusive to courtiers of third rank or above.

Moreover, among Qi practitioners, purple spiritual energy is also unique to high-grade ones.

And the empress of the current dynasty especially loved purple clothes.

So wearing purple naturally became a fashion among the top nobles of the Zhou Dynasty, and it was a symbol of noble status.

Naturally, ordinary people cannot go beyond wearing random clothes.

For example, the little junior sister, as a noble daughter of the fifth surname and the lintel of the Xie family in Chen County, can easily wear purple to show her noble lintel. However, the little junior sister likes and dislikes as she pleases. She is not interested in purple and even finds it ostentatious. Instead, she prefers the white color of orchids. Whether it's pure or blue, the little junior sister's tight-fitting bellyband never has purple in it.

Don't ask how Ouyang Rong knew so clearly...

That Rong Zhen used to only wear a plain white dress, cold and stern, but he didn't expect that there was a purple private dress underneath, which was a bit unexpected for Ouyang Rong.

Although the undergarment worn by such a woman is not related to the rank of the official uniform, wearing it is not considered a transgression.

But it still illustrates one point. Rong Zhen's background is not simple. Anyway, he is definitely not an ordinary person. He has some family background, but for some reason he became a female official in the palace.

However, the white and faded fabric of this purple bellyband all shows the ascetic practice of its mistress.

What is the explanation for this? Is it some kind of classic script about a poor family and being exiled to the court?

Anyway, the name Rong Zhen must be a palace pseudonym. Just like the female official Miaozhen, she at least has an outside name.

In fact, according to common sense, a woman's intimate and private clothing should be embroidered with some words, or a woman's nickname, or her lover, or a poem, showing her rich and delicate inner world.

Rong Zhen should be no exception. If you spread this out and look carefully, you might be able to find something.

It's just that the style of a grown man studying a woman's underwear that had just been pulled off under the lamplight in a dark Buddhist temple is a bit too outrageous.

Ouyang Rong couldn't do such a thing.

At the moment, he only feels that the thing brought back by the craftsman accidentally is tricky, and he has no intention of searching for it. A gentleman should be cautious.

"How to deal with this new burden..."

Ouyang Rong looked a little embarrassed.

After finally dealing with all the loopholes, there is one more thing that was not in the plan. Maybe after a while, Rong Zhen will follow the scent and lead a group of female officials to "kill" them.

He groped in his arms and found that the Burning Sky Dragon oil had been used up.

As for repaying it to others... it is impossible to repay it, at least not in person. He doesn't want to lose face? Even in the unlikely event that someone comes to settle the score in the future, he will refuse to admit it; why should the sword owner pay for the tripod sword’s behavior?

Ouyang Rong nodded and glanced at a lone lamp on the table.

He hesitated a little.

Then he crumpled the purple bellyband into a ball, walked to the table, took out a smoke stove, emptied the ashes, placed the empty smoke stove in front of the lamp, and put the ball of clothes into it before burning it.

At this time, an unfamiliar but cold female voice sounded in his ears: "I caught you."

In fact, to be more precise, this harsh female voice sounded not only in his ears, but also in the ears of everyone who was awake and awake at the moment up and down the Dagushan Mountain.

It comes from the nine heavens in the sky and resounds throughout the Dagushan Mountain.

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly startled.

Above the head, the golden tile roof of the Sutra Copying Hall that had been repaired not long ago was completely lifted by the snow-white sword energy that fell from the sky.

It's like taking a broom out to sweep the snow in the twelfth lunar month, and thousands of broken tiles explode and fly.

The dark cold wind poured into the hall like sea water. Ouyang Rong's sapphire blue Confucian shirt blew loudly, and the lone lamp in front of him was instantly extinguished.

This sudden change is like the switch between a dream and waking up. The empty and lonely scene of the ancient Buddha with green lanterns is replaced by the cold evening breeze and the starry sky as soon as you open your eyes.

And under the bright starry night sky, Ouyang Rong raised his head and vaguely saw the familiar scene... a person and a bird.

I saw a strange raptor with a white body, four eyes and three legs, spreading its wings and flying high under the bright moon. With a clear groan, its wings flew across the deep dark night like a shooting star.

A tall female figure wrapped in snow-white fox fur jumped off the back of the bird, her hands stretched out freely, her big sleeves flying, her toes pointed downwards, and she was slowly falling from the sky.

In Ouyang Rong's eyes at this moment, this was "slow", but in fact, there was a faint sound of breaking through the sky, and the wind was fast and lightning.

The falling force also caused her waist-length golden hair to hang upside down on her head. From a distance, it looked like a long and swaying candle. Even the strong wind could not blow it out, and it burned more and more fiercely, as if it was about to burn. Canopy.

If someone looks down from above at this moment, they will find that this golden flame-like shadow not only cuts through the deep night sky, but is also like a hard sharp sword, vertically splitting open the previously obscured sky above Dagushan. Rich aroma of many scents!

The end point of the straight trajectory that the tall woman slashed like a sword was directly below. By coincidence, it was the Sutra Copying Hall where Ouyang Rong was. But before she arrived, the sword energy had already arrived and opened the door first. He searched the roof of the Sutra Hall and locked someone's energy. “A candle in the snow!” Ouyang Rong blurted out.

The chief empress of Yunmeng Jianze.

Why is she here?

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes wide and recognized the person immediately.

After all, this unforgettable scene falling from the sky would not be forgotten even if he were killed, and tonight, it happened again,

But this time, it was obvious that there was no Qiu Shenji or the old swordsmith for her to look for. The purpose of this great lady Yunmengze descending from the sky was extremely clear.

The tables and chairs in the hall creaked, and the kind-hearted golden Buddha in front of Ouyang Rong swayed. On the Buddha's body, the golden paint shell peeled off rapidly, like a cooked egg shell rolled between his hands.

Before the person arrives, the sword energy is close.

In the snow-white sword energy that raged through the hall, Ouyang Rong's shoulders sank suddenly, and the floor tiles under his feet exploded.

When he first witnessed this scene in front of the Jiayi Sword Furnace in Xiaogushan, he had not yet become a sword holder, standing like a minions, and when the sky fell, there were Qiu Shenji, Wei Shaoxuan and other tall people holding him up.

But at the moment, the only target of the Yunmeng Queen's Qi machine is him, and Mount Tai is pressing down on her.

The two experiences before and after were completely different.

Only in this situation did he know how powerful this woman was!

Yunmeng Jianze Patriarch Hall's first lady, a real fifth-grade Purple Qi Qi practitioner, the world's leader in swordsmanship!

Even Qiu Shenji, a veteran fifth-grade peak qi practitioner in the military sect, was beaten to the point of losing his helmet and armor by this "junior little girl". He escaped with serious injuries and fell down in rank.

On the floor of the hall, centered around Ouyang Rong's feet, there were cracks like spider silk.

His shoulders were lowered inch by inch.

Damn it, this girl is so outrageous! Why did he come here? He had obviously hidden his energy throughout the entire process.

Ouyang Rong cursed secretly. He didn't have time to burn his clothes or think too much. He rushed over immediately, picked up the sword case, and stuffed the wrinkled clothes in his hands into the piano-shaped sword case that blocked the air. At the same time, he ignored the previous angry The little guy also flew out of the sword box with a whoosh and surrounded Ouyang Rong, guarding his side.

The snow-white sword energy was consumed by the tripod sword, and the pressure suddenly decreased.

So Ouyang Rong and the craftsman, each with a sword, ran away.

But he is fast, but there are people faster than him.

"Want to escape?"

Not long after the young Confucian scholar wearing a bronze mask ran away, Xue Zhongzhu's figure landed on the spot where he once stood in the Sutra Copying Hall that had lost its roof.

I saw a tall woman with flaming blond hair wearing a snow-white Wu skirt, carrying a long sword on her back, and holding something in both hands. One hand was holding the red lotus sword seal that was lighting up with a clear blue light frequently, and the other hand was holding a Two bloody heads.

As a mixed-race Chinese and Hu, she should have had an exotic appearance, like a frozen snow lotus, arrogant and indifferent. His blue eyes were as deep as the abyss, captivating the heart.

The candle in the snow threw the two carefully crafted heads that had sneaked into Yun Mengze on the floor in front of the giant Buddha, and their figures disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, the tall figure of Hu Ji with a long sword on his back appeared a hundred feet behind Ouyang Rong... As if he were leaping, the distance between him and Ouyang Rong was getting closer and closer.

Ouyang Rong's back was like a hapless guy being chased by an avalanche, urging all his spiritual energy to run wildly. At this moment, the craftsman beside him suddenly stopped following him and shot vertically upwards into the sky.

Seeing the cauldron sword leaving, Xue Zhongzhu did not pursue it. He pursued the fox-faced scholar without stopping, and the distance got closer and closer.

Let the craftsman make a cloth sword, and she will take the sword-holder directly.

Ouyang Rong broke into a cold sweat when he heard a voice coming from behind, like a whisper close at hand.

"Come back? But why is Bujian so far away? Aren't you the eighth-grade blue energy? Could it be that I saw it wrong."

There was confusion in her stiff voice. Ouyang Rong activated his spiritual energy to run away, revealing the color of his spiritual energy.

But this does not prevent the candle in the snow from drawing the sword.

A snow-white waterfall spurted out from the scabbard, as bright as a swimming dragon, and struck directly at Ouyang Rong's shoulder.

Ouyang Rong heard a "buzz" and his vision went dark. He felt that a majestic snow mountain with a height of thousands of feet was rushing towards him. There was a snow lotus on the mountain, swaying like a cold beauty. The snow mountain occupied his entire field of vision, and the surrounding world was silent. The feeling of suffocation filled his five senses, making him unable to think of any resistance. He suddenly wanted to appreciate the snowdrops one last time before dying without any resistance.

But far away in the clouds, the craftsman who was frantically siphoning the fragrance of Dagushan suddenly heard an urgent thought of fire. This urgent thought turned into a sword in his mind, splitting open the illusion of snow-capped mountains and lotus flowers in front of the sword owner.

Ouyang Rong suddenly woke up, bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to wake up.

Turning his head to look again, he saw that it was just a snow-white long sword aimed directly at the vital point. Where were the majestic snow-capped mountains and the cold and beautiful snow lotus.

People's survival instinct in times of crisis is unconventional.

At the critical moment, Ouyang Rong, who had no place to rely on in the air, mobilized his cervical spine bones and muscles all over his body, and twisted his body at a very anti-human and unconventional angle to barely avoid the sword. The range of his movements was so large that his right shoulder twisted to the limit. , click, dislocation and fracture.

At the same time, he dodged a sword and his body became unstable, and he fell heavily into a pile of fallen leaves in the corner of the small courtyard below that the monk was too lazy to shovel.

The candle in the snow said "Hey" lightly.

Just now in her field of vision, there should have been the Yunmeng Sword Intention that even the sixth-grade Qi Practitioner could not hide from, but under the feet of the young man with a fox face and a scholar's shirt, green lotus shadows full of Zen suddenly appeared.

A wonderful solution that breaks through the illusion.

As for the fox-faced young man in a Confucian shirt, there was an unconventional and weird twisting movement in the air.

Xue Zhongzhu's slender eyebrows frowned slightly, smelling an unclean element.

However, she originally wanted to capture this rare sword holder alive, but she only used five points of force with this sword.

Nodding, he handed over another sword.

But at this time, the cold and hazy moonlight around them quietly became a little brighter, and the surrounding scenery, objects, and people were all dyed with a faint blue halo.

In the sky, a "clear blue crescent moon" that condensed fifteen breaths fell.

The candle in the snow suddenly stood still, looking up at the sky.

"What's the name of this sword?"

she asked suddenly.

The young man in scholar's shirt did not answer, but stood up from the pile of dead leaves with his hand on his dislocated right shoulder. Under the bronze fox face, which was covered with frosty autumn leaves, there was faint blood dripping from the lip. The only pair of pitch-black eyes exposed in the mask were as deep as the mountains. The deep pool reflects the crescent moon and the people under the moon.

Xue Zhongzhu nodded and faced the "difficulty" with his unruly purple aura.

With one person and one sword, she collided with the crescent moon.

The next moment, under the dark sky, a speck of light exploded, with purple and blue intertwined.

The entire Dagushan Mountain was as bright as day.

(End of this chapter)