"What are you going to do?"

Wei Shaoqi shouted anxiously at Ouyang Rong's back.

The thunder clouds were pressing against the top of the crowd, and everyone on the field was also filled with dark clouds, and they were very puzzled by the behavior of the young man in Confucian clothes.

Xue Zhongzhu frowned tightly, staring at the black cloud that was completely different from the thunder cloud she remembered, and was also at a loss.

The time she protected the second junior sister, although Lei Yun was strong, she did not have such a powerful destructive power. She was still within the scope of her own controllable situation and even made the situation confused and fishing for troubled waters.

But after using the finale of the use of the thunder catastrophe, the situation of the thunder catastrophe was much beyond her expectations.

The snow candle broke his head and never thought that there were so many "dirty things" in the field that God would not tolerate today.

One thing overcomes one thing.

Tianlei is specially restrained by things like the reincarnation of dead people, paper people and other things that go against the rules. Even if they are as strong as Cui Hao or Tao Yuanming, if they reveal too much breath, they will attract Tianlei, but they have been hidden before.

, but if you stay for too long, you will always come.

The blonde lady didn't know this, and for a moment, she felt a little depressed in her blue eyes.

Wu Daozi looked serious and said quickly:

"Your Excellency, don't be impulsive. This thunder cloud is rare in decades. It is not within the power of one person. Now you can't escape the order to resolve the Confucianism. Xiao Wei's suggestions are indeed useless. Now you can only gain a glimmer of vitality."

After a pause, the squinting old man looked at the bronze scroll in Ouyang Rong's hand, pointing at it and saying:

"The most urgent task is to cooperate to withstand the sky thunder. Can you return this fake tripod sword? I have experience with the great lady. With the help of this fake tripod sword, you can resist the sky thunder. Don't ask for the main thunder, just ask for it.

After slashing, avoid some of the edges and resist Yu Lei.”

Perhaps because of the collapse of the Buddha, the most hostile and stubborn Candle in the Snow did not stop Wu Daozi's appeasement and was somewhat silent.

"Mr. Wu is right, please calm down..."

Young Master Wei and Wu Daozi looked at Ouyang Rong with great enthusiasm.

The young man in Confucian clothes moved forward slowly, without looking back, and ignored him.

The same is true on the high platform. After breaking up with the crazy woman, Madam Song, Yi Qianqiu, Lao Yangtou and others first surrounded and controlled Madam Song.

At present, they can only place all their hopes on Ouyang Rong.

But the old musician's words gave everyone a heavy blow:

"It's useless, this is the Nine-level Heavenly Thunder. When I went north and passed through the deep mountains, I once saw Taoist priests of Taiqing, Longhu Mountain, assisting a rare alien Taoist priest through the thunder tribulation. It was the third-level Heavenly Thunder. Even so, on the way

It was also the talisman treasure that was released, and in the end the alien Taoist priest carried a thunder in his body, and was seriously injured and was on the verge of verge. Fortunately, he prepared the purple pill of life and death in Gezao Mountain to barely overcome the tribulation and break the realm...

"This is still the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master Mansion, which is best at thunder in the world, and it is just the power of the third level of heavenly thunder."

The old musician sighed a little and shook his head:

"We are now the Nine-level Thunder, and the fake tripod sword is not good either. I have been a sword-holding man for many years. I know it best. Perhaps mobilizing the Taoyuan Sword Formation can withstand a thunder tribulation. There is no such example in history.

There are examples of swordsmen carrying thunder tribulations with a tripod sword, but now there are nine levels of heavenly thunder. Can we still take out the nine-door tripod sword in one breath? Not to mention that one level is stronger than the first level, and we can't catch it later."

The whole audience can be heard, only the old musician's words echoed.

Then, the atmosphere was as quiet as ashes.

Wu Daozi also gradually closed his mouth.

The face of the snow candle was blue and purple.

At the level of the two, of course, it is clear that the old musician is telling the truth, but he had a first-line expectation before.

Wei Shaoqi and Du Shuqing turned their heads and understood the expressions of Wu and Xue. They knew what these meant, and their faces turned pale.

An atmosphere called despair gradually spread across the court.

I don’t know if I heard this, but everyone saw that the young man in Confucian shirt in front of me stopped slowly without looking back. His back slightly raised his head, as if he was looking at the dark nine-level thunder clouds that were about to overwhelm everything.

Seeing this figure that was almost invincible today also stopped, as if it was proved the old musician's words.

There are no more fantasies on the field.

Yi Qianqiu, Lao Yangtou and the few female officials and soldiers in the audience gave up their resistance.

It's like giving up on oneself, standing or sitting there.

The same is true for Wei Shaoqi and Du Shuqing.

At this moment when the disaster strikes, the court and the rebels have completely ceased to fight. They are going to die together anyway. The fatigue accumulated from today's war begins to sweep away, and they are tired and tired.

Wei Shaoqi lowered his head and coughed violently again, covered his mouth and took the handkerchief away, and smiled at Du Shuqing and said:

"No matter who does it, at least the Buddha collapses. This trip is not worthy of Yan Gong."

Du Shuqing was silent, turned his head silently, staring at the slender back of the young man in Confucian clothes in front of him.

The old musician simply sat on the ground, not disgusting the dirty soil at all, and put a stringed harp on his knees.

His face was calm and he reached out to touch the wet and fertile red soil that belonged to the south.

The old man nodded slightly, as if saying... It can be regarded as a kind of return to his hometown.

Old Yang also sat on the ground. He took off his blue robe who had been wearing most of his life and took out a thin book of Confucian scriptures from his arms, drooled his fingers, twisted the pages, and took advantage of the black clouds not completely covered.

The last little sky light in the sky was read with relish.

He likes a sentence from a reply from the Master of Luoyang:

If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening.

It’s not too late to study in old age, and it’s not too late to die three minutes before.

Another old man on the field, Wu Daozi, was left with only half of his body, and he couldn't see the specific expression clearly.

The old man turned his head silently, as if he was looking at his disciple Yuan Huaimin.

Yuan Huaimin, Yan Liulang, Fang sisters and others were standing near the platform.

Little transparent watched for a long time, and no matter how stupid they were, they understood the current situation.

In addition to still believing in Mingfu, standing in place with a knife in her head held high, Fang Shengnan looked a little flustered. Fang raised his sleeves and lowered his head, his eyes were sad for a while, and suddenly turned around and hugged his sister in his arms. Fang Shengnan was stunned

After a while, he hugged his sister tightly, lay on her shoulder, and said in a crying voice:

"Sister, my mother said the right thing again."

Fang raised his sleeves with a sore nose and tried to calm down his tone, asking in confusion: "What, what do you mean?"

"When she was a child, children who say they don't obey and run out will be struck by lightning. Sister, why do you always say it right?"

Fang Juxiu:...

Yan Liulang:...

Yuan Huaimin had left them at some point, lifted up the hem of his robe and walked quickly to the platform.

He never made any adjustments or adjusted his mind, and came to Yi Qianqiu, who was trembling all over and stood side by side with her.

No longer late this time.

Yuan Huaimin turned his head, looked at Qiu Niang seriously, reached out to take off the heavy sword in her hand, and threw it aside.

He hit Yi Qianqiu's tall shoulders a little childishly. Yi Qianqiu was tall and big, like a big and thick man. Yuan Huaimin was thin and tall. The two stood together, but Yuan Huaimin looked like a lively person.

Little wife”.

Yi Qianqiu suddenly spoke: "Don't you hate my private arrangements?"

Yuan Huaimin thought about it and said shyly: "It's not happy, but... quite happy."

Yi Qianqiu was stunned.

Rong Zhen, who had been standing on the high platform for a long time, suddenly shouted:

"You're back, you're not allowed to go."

Everyone looked in the voice, and saw the girl in purple-clothed palace clothes finishing speaking, she lifted her skirt with both hands, ran off the stage, and ran towards Ouyang Lianghan.

Her black-haired shawl came to him.

The height difference between the two is very big, the little girl is petite and delicate, and the man is slender and tall.

But in the eyes of everyone in the audience, one looks like the bright moon in his arms, and the other looks like lush forests and bamboos, all of which are beautiful scenery on earth.

Wei Rong, the princess of the Zhenxian of the Great Zhou, raised her face and handed out an emerald mandarin duck hairpin on the raging streets of Xunyang:

"Ouyang Lianghan, you, please help me hold the hair. Just use this hairpin and I will help you to correct your clothes, okay..."

After pausing, she was extremely gentle in the last three words:

"OK."

Ouyang Rong hung the wine gourd back to his waist, his eyes calmed down, turned his head, and looked at the female Lord Shi who had always been serious and focused on appearance and looked cold.

He looked at the hairpin she handed out again, holding tightly as if she was treasured.

He pursed his lips.

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