No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 405 Dingjian is a little hamster

"Sister-in-law, don't go out. Before I left, brother said, no matter what happens in the temple tonight, don't go out."

"Okay, sister-in-law."

Sanhuiyuan, in the west wing room, the lights went out.

In the darkness, in addition to the snoring of the elderly Liu Mu while she was sleeping, there were also the voices of Ah Qing and Yun Niang.

It's the middle of the night, and both girls are still awake.

Everyone was attracted by the movement outside the window.

Especially not long ago, it was "as bright as day" for a moment, with faint purple and blue halos filling the starry sky.

It's like a dream, and it becomes more and more mysterious.

Ah Qing and Yun Niang didn't know what was happening outside.

Awe of the unknown.

Let them hide in the house and dare not go out.

But Ah Qing might have vaguely guessed something.

After all, he had experienced the events when the tripod sword was released and the gods fought, so he had a somewhat ignorant understanding of certain groups.

In addition, tonight, the sworn brother Ouyang Rong suddenly returned, bringing with him a familiar wooden sword box. These are linked together...

Ah Qing lowered his head, his small body curled up, and his face was buried in the quilt.

Yun Niang, who had just closed the window and lay back on the quilt, asked curiously:

"Why are my sister-in-law's hands so cold?"

"It's okay." Ah Qing shook his head.

This was a small couch placed next to Mother Liu's bed. On weekdays, if the two daughters were watching Mother Liu at night, they would sleep next to her with their clothes on, so that they could take care of her and deliver the chamber pot.

But tonight, the strange movements in Donglin Temple made the two girls uneasy, so they kept vigil together.

Liu's mother, on the other hand, had grown sleepy in her old age and was not awakened by silence.

In the darkness, Yun Niang seemed to look at the strange scenery outside the window again, and lowered her voice in fear:

"Fortunately, my husband left early. My sister-in-law was right to stop me and not ask me to keep anyone else. Otherwise, if I had come down late, I would have encountered this weird thing outside."

The young woman sounded happy and whispered behind closed doors.

But Ah Qing didn't say a word, and his little head was buried even lower.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable, sister-in-law?"

boom--!

Just as Yun Niang was asking, a muffled sound suddenly came from the yard outside, like the sound of heavy sandbags hitting the soil.

Yun Niang and Ah Qing in the quilt were instantly silent.

The only thing left in the room was the deep snoring of the old woman on the other side of the hospital bed.

In the pitch-black courtyard outside, there was no new movement for a long time, but far outside the window, over the southwest side of Donglin Temple, the purple and blue lights were still intertwined and shining unabated.

From the perspective of the two women in the room, this scene looked like a silent mime.

The air in front of the bed was silent.

Until a man's muffled groan came faintly from the yard outside.

Yun Niang suddenly felt a chill in her arms and the quilt had been lifted. She turned around and saw that the girl who not long ago warned her about the danger outside and told her not to go out ran out the door regardless.

"Sister-in-law?" she whispered.

Ah Qing ignored him and didn't wear any shoes. His bare feet were only covered with white socks. He ran to the yard and looked around carefully. Sure enough, he found the figure of a young man in a scholar's shirt.

The delicate girl helped the young man in scholar's shirt into the house without saying a word.

During this period, the bronze fox mask on the young man's face fell off, and was picked up by Ah Qing and brought into the house together.

Yun Niang, who came to the door, vaguely saw the face of the young man in a scholar's shirt, and couldn't help but whisper: "Mr. Lang."

I saw that Ouyang Rong seemed to be sleeping and waking up. Through the halo in the distance, he could vaguely see his handsome face. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his white lips were pursed, and from time to time he let out a muffled "um", and the corners of his lips overflowed. Blood.

And Yun Niang suddenly discovered that every time Ouyang Rong groaned, the strange blue-purple light in the distant southwest sky would shine brightly.

If only the blue light didn't overwhelm the purple energy.

If it weren't for the purple energy counterattacking the blue light.

A rhythm like breathing.

"Don't light the lamp."

Ah Qing whispered, and Yun Niang quickly blew out the lights on the table.

Ah Qing helped the trembling young man in scholar's shirt to the bed. She grabbed the quilt and wrapped him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would catch a cold.

Ah Qing hugged Ouyang Rong tightly across the quilt and asked, "Brother, are you feeling cold? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Pan...Rejuvenation Pill..." A few words came out from dry lips.

Ouyang Rong didn't open his eyes when he spoke, and his brows became more and more wrinkled. He seemed to be too distracted by something and kept his words concise and to the point.

But when he heard him speak, Ah Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"oh oh."

Ah Qing reacted and quickly went to get a bottle of small pills.

This pill was given to Ouyang Rong by Xie Lingjiang when he was in Longcheng. It came from Gezao Mountain. He later left it with Liu Mu and ordered Ah Qing and Yun Niang to feed half a pill with water every ten days. It can be regarded as nourishing and recuperating.

Although it is an authentic healing elixir, as its name suggests, the elixir also has the effect of rejuvenating dead wood. It can also relieve pain and is suitable for dying and suffering elderly patients.

But Ouyang Rong didn't expect that it would come in handy tonight.

The small pills were quickly fetched. Ah Qing took the water ladle from Yun Niang and carefully fed Ouyang Rong to take it.

A few moments.

The young man closed his eyes and took a long breath.

The battle of purple and blue lights in the southwest sky outside the window is still going on.

However, Ouyang Rong spared no effort, opened his eyes, and first looked at Liu's mother, who was sleeping soundly on the other side of the hospital bed, and then at the two daughters in front of him.

Ah Qing's forehead was wet with water, and her little face was pretty. Yun Niang was restless, looking around worriedly, and asked nervously:

"Mr. Lang, are you okay? It's a day outside..."

Ouyang Rong, who had calmed down slightly, raised his hand to indicate that it was nothing serious.

Immediately, Ah Qing and his two daughters saw that he continued to close his eyes and frowned in confusion.

The candle in the snow is more powerful than Ouyang Rong imagined.

I don’t know whether it’s the lady Yunmeng who is extremely charming and stunningly talented, or whether the true combat power of all high-grade Qi practitioners is like this.

Anyway, it is definitely not comparable to Taoist Xi who "asked the gods" not long ago.

This woman is actually able to fight with a craftsman who has used the magical powers of the two great cauldron swords of "Dependent Origination and Emptiness" and "Return to Come", one new and one old, and relied on the rich incense accumulated in Dagushan for hundreds of years. Go back, no disadvantage.

Good guy, this is a tripod sword. It was made by a Taoist swordsmith who spent his whole life forging it. Every sword is not famous, and it will make rivers of blood flow in the history books.

The sword holder Juemai was crowned the most lethal in the world, and it was not just a sedan chair that earned the reputation for nothing. Based on past successful experience, as long as Ouyang Rong can successfully deploy his sword and wait for fifteen breaths, which time will he not chop melons and vegetables?

Just like Qiu Shenji's time, he really didn't have enough spiritual energy and merit, and he couldn't feed the craftsmen, so he won with great difficulty, killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred to himself.

However, at the moment, even though he has resorted to the "incense aura" equivalent to that of several top-grade Buddhist Qi practitioners who have practiced San Gong, he still cannot defeat this woman.

Even her body-protecting Qi has not been broken a few times.

On the contrary, Xuezhongzhu's sword energy became more and more powerful. One man and one sword, with his body and body, faced off against the "craftsman" head-on, without flinching in his momentum.

Moreover, the long sword on her back is not a vulgar object. It also has the characteristics of wielding a sword from a distance like the authentic sword holder Ouyang Rong. The two work together very well. Of course, it is definitely not a mythical tripod sword.

One person has one sword, so he alone has the edge of the cauldron sword.

This is the first time Ouyang Rong has seen such a hard girl.

Is it possible that there is such a big gap in combat power among fifth-grade Qi practitioners of the same realm?

He could not help but fall into deep thought...

Ouyang Rong didn't know how surprised a tall orch in the southwest sky was towards him, a small eighth-level sword holder.

But Ouyang Rong knew that although he couldn't do anything to her, Xuezhongzhu couldn't actually do anything to Jiang Zuo and Ouyang Rong.

The craftsman who was fighting at home and had a sufficient source of incense aura used his "Return to Come" magical power to lock the aura, and Xuezhongzhu couldn't take any action against him.

So while the battle between the two was tense, they fell into a stalemate.

Ouyang Rong, who was seriously injured, ran away early.

I staggered all the way back to Sanhuiyuan.

There is a craftsman entangled with this woman. If you don’t run away now, when will you run away?

Anyway, at the moment, due to the occurrence of "Dependent Origination", Dagushan, the big world, supplies the craftsman's spiritual energy, and there is no need for Ouyang Rong's small world to be nearby.

In Dagushan, Ouyang Rong's communication with Jiang Zuo was not limited by distance, and at most it only consumed more of his mind.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and neither does the man who holds the sword.

Being able to deploy the sword secretly and kill the enemy with the sword only fools stay on the frontal battlefield and are attacked directly. It can be said that in the entire tripod sword-sword holder system, the sword holder is the weakest link.

He heard that the female nuns Yunmeng had always been united, and that Dragon City Dagushan was right in front of Yunmengze's house.

Not to mention the reason for Xuezhongzhu's strange appearance tonight, Ouyang Rong guessed that there were probably other Yue girls following behind who hadn't arrived yet. Xuezhongzhu was alone and walked the fastest before arriving at Dagushan. The possibility of him taking the lead in fighting is not low.

Now the craftsman is holding back the candle in the snow, and the candle in the snow is holding back the craftsman.

With Ouyang Rong currently injured and distracted from wielding the sword, without the protection of the tripod sword, as long as the opponent has a Yue female companion coming, even if he is only a ninth-level man, he can be decapitated easily.

"I don't believe that this breath of yours can last for so long. So what if you are a fifth-grade qigong practitioner? What if you are a leader of swordsmanship? The spiritual energy will also be exhausted. Is it possible that the small world of your Dantian is wider than Dagushan?"

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

"Lang Jun, your arm..."

"It doesn't matter."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and glanced tiredly. Then, with a click, he reluctantly connected the dislocated right arm.

But the fracture of the forearm still exists, the pain reaches the bone marrow, and the teeth are clenched.

Ouyang Rong's thin face turned pale quickly visible to the naked eye. Ah Qing and Yun Niang quickly wiped away his cold sweat.

The back of his right hand was trembling and he couldn't lift it up. He needed Ah Qing's help to lift it up.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong didn't care about this, and continued to close his eyes, immersed in his mind, communicating with the cauldron sword, and commanding from a distance.

In fact, the craftsman itself is psychic and can detect enemies on his own without requiring the sword holder to expend too much energy.

It's just that the little guy's intelligence is limited after all, and he can't play tricks on people's minds. He is easily irritable and impulsive, and may fall into a trap by mistake. He needs Ouyang Rong's concentrated guidance, especially when facing a terrifying opponent like Xue Zhongzhu.

The room was silent, he didn't speak, A Qing and Yun Niang didn't dare to speak, and waited nervously.

Ouyang Rong's heartstrings were tense, and for a moment, he even forgot about the passage of time outside.

I don’t know how long it took, but in the southwest sky, the peerless purple figure in the sky retreated a little. In front of her, there were phantoms of clear blue lotuses blooming, overwhelming them for a moment.

"Haha, it turns out that you also have an end!"

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

On that battlefield, a certain fierce and domineering queen finally retreated for the first time, switched tactics, and tried to escape from the battlefield.

Ouyang Rong controlled the craftsman and continued to pursue. Xuezhongzhu was fighting and retreating, seemingly taking the opportunity to recover his spiritual energy. At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong ordered the craftsman to feign an attack and deliver the last sword. He then turned around and ran away, throwing away the pursuing enemy and bypassing him. Circle return...

Break away from the mysterious and mysterious mind connection.

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes in an instant, held his chest and gasped, and finally got out.

His energy and mind were almost stretched to the limit. If the candle in the snow did not retreat and the stalemate continued, he might faint and die.

Ouyang Rong immediately opened the quilt, got out of bed and walked around.

Wait for a moment, throw away the craftsman who is chasing the enemy, and return as scheduled.

At this time, the light in the room was dim, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye. It was the same scene as when he returned from the hall not long ago. Next to the "clear blue sword arc" that he returned, there was something floating faintly in the halo.

Ouyang Rong's heart skipped a beat and he stared slightly: "No..."

However, the floating objects in the halo seemed to be "alive" and not quite like a piece of light and breathable fabric.

He took a closer look and saw that it was a snow-white sword.

The blade of the snow-white long sword is as clear as glass, like an ice pick under the eaves covered with winter snow, and as pure white as milk.

The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched fiercely.

Directly in front, a sword arc flew back to its owner, carrying a trophy with it. It felt a little windy as it walked, obviously asking for credit.

He looked like a fat little friend who had a fight outside after school. He had a bruised nose and a swollen face, but he walked home with his head held high and his chest high.

The main character is a tough talker.

The snow-white sword fell into Ouyang Rong's hands. The glazed sword body suddenly trembled and emitted a long sword sound. He struggled, feeling sad and angry, as if he had fallen into the hands of an enemy for the first time and his innocence had been stained by a man... He frowned deeply. , hurriedly stuffed it into the breath-isolating sword box, turned to glare at the craftsman, and before he could say anything, the little guy "swooshed" and quickly got back to the nest where the sword box was packed tonight.

Damn it, you're a hamster, right? Every time you come back, you bring something with you. If you come back a few times, the sword box won't be able to hold it.

Ouyang Rong held back the curse, closed the sword box, and looked around anxiously.

Xuezhongzhu was only out of energy in his Dantian, but he was not seriously injured. He was able to regain his fighting strength quickly and turned around to find him.

And he had just escaped, and there must have been a lot of blood traces along the way.

Although Xuezhongzhu and other Yue girls are not good at looking at the Yin-Yang family's bloodline, which is very difficult to deal with, as long as they are willing to look for it, they can probably find it. The difference is just faster or slower.

The pursuers may arrive at any time and there will be no time to return to the original route to deal with the traces.

Don't let Ah Qing and the others get in trouble!

Ouyang Rong had a plan in mind.

He turned around, went to deal with the traces in the yard, hid the sword box, took the blood-stained bronze fox mask from Ah Qing, put it on again, and gave some careful instructions. The two girls nodded in agreement. .

After a while, Ouyang Rong strode out without taking the sword case, and ran down the mountain without covering his traces, as if he was running away...

(End of this chapter)