Chapter 567 Suddenly looking back, the embroiderer is really in a dimly lit place [Please vote for me!]
Bathroom, behind the screen.
The mist in the bathtub slowly rises, lingering like a veil, intertwined with the warm yellow candlelight, making it hazy and dreamy.
A hot towel was applied to Ouyang Rong's face.
He adjusted to a slightly more comfortable position, with the back of his head resting on the edge of the tub, his long wet black hair spread freely, and soaked in a bath filled with warm water close to the outer wall of the tub.
"Hoo~"
Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief under the warm towel.
Hearing the knock on the door, he said casually without taking off the towel from his face:
"It's not locked, please come in."
Ali pushed the door open, walked around the screen, came to the tub, and poured a large bucket of hot water into it.
"Young Master, Yuan Changshi is drunk and is resting in the master bedroom. The supervisor and Zhike of Chengtian Temple asked you if you need anything else besides hot water. Are you hungry..."
"If you're not hungry, you don't need anything else."
He just caught a cold, and because of the cold, Ouyang Rong's voice became a little hoarse.
At this time, Ali said again:
"In the prison, Zhike Monk and the others are very worried about the young master's health. They feel guilty for not taking protective measures in the temple. They said that they will strengthen the railings of the Huxin Pavilion tomorrow..."
"Okay, don't blame them. Go and thank them for me and send them away. Don't let them in."
"Yes, sir."
Ali paused and motioned to the table next to the bathtub.
"By the way, sir. Do you want me to take this piano back to the carriage?"
"No, I'll take you there later. You can go back to the carriage and rest. It's getting late. It's almost dawn. Ali, I'm really grateful to you tonight."
"Young master, you're welcome. This is what I should do..."
"Thank you for your hard work. The hairpin and clothes are all on the table."
"Yes, sir, take your time and rest."
The upright Ali scratched his head and exited the bathroom.
Ouyang Rong did not take off the towel from his face.
On the table not far away, there is a long piano case.
Ouyang Rong couldn't see his expression clearly, so he raised his hand and touched his head leisurely.
Fortunately, he had prepared an alternative plan in advance if he stumbled while drunk.
Before going to Huxinting to drink, I put on an ordinary jade hairpin early.
[Craftsmanship] The distance it sank in the center of the lake exceeded the range of his sword control, and it was impossible to rise to the surface of the lake.
I had no choice but to "slip" and go into the water by myself.
After falling into the water, the hosta on the hair crown slipped out and sank into the lake.
Fortunately, [Jizuo] was finally fished out, and nothing unusual happened during the process.
At this moment, it is lying quietly in the long piano box on the table.
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and felt the tripod sword.
Just now, after he fell into the water, he took the opportunity to hide the "craftsman's work" that had risen from the bottom of the lake on his body. After being carried back to Yuan Huaimin's courtyard by Ali, he took the opportunity to lock the "craftsman's work" into the shielding air again.
Machine, in the Mohist sword box that contains sword energy.
At this point, you are done.
The entire process was dark and calm, and no ambush forces were alerted or caught on the spot.
It seems that Aunt Song and the female officials of Si Tianjian have indeed evacuated.
Ouyang Rong nodded with satisfaction.
It's not that he doesn't trust Rong Zhen, but he doesn't trust Aunt Song very much.
After all, he was Lin Cheng's teacher. The last time he bowed to him, he was forced by the situation. To bow to a junior like him, it would be more humiliating.
Ouyang Rong reviewed the game while taking a bath.
Well, the only thing I didn't expect was that Yuan Huaimin's drinking capacity was not very good, and he drank less than two glasses.
If I had known better, I would have brought the piano case with me. Anyway, he was so drunk that he couldn't see it. In this case, after fishing it out from the Huxin Pavilion, he could put it in directly.
Therefore, this operation can be improved even more.
"You brag to me every day, right? You pat your chest and say you can't get drunk even after a thousand cups. I'm a little scared after saying that... This time is special, I won't let you do it next time."
Ouyang Rong was too lazy to complain.
Are you fooling yourself about how drunk you are?
In the mist behind the screen, Ouyang Rong's thoughts were wandering. At this moment, he suddenly felt a cold wind approaching the back of his head.
"Um?"
Ouyang Rong instantly pulled off the towel on his face and looked around cautiously.
Behind the screen, there was no one except him and the bathtub.
What's going on with this cold wind?
Ouyang Rong frowned, stood up with a splash, quickly put on his clothes, and left the tub.
"who?"
His voice was hoarse and his tone was serious.
It was quiet inside the house.
Ouyang Rong glanced sideways, glanced at the Mohist sword box on the table next to him, and communicated [Craftsmanship].
The little guy is here, and he has confidence in his heart.
He walked forward barefoot.
He moved slowly and cautiously around the screen. During this period, he suddenly raised his head and looked above his head...
It's also empty.
Looking around, there was no one in the bathroom.
At this time, Ouyang Rong glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the bathroom door was ajar, with a crack leaking, and the early morning breeze from outside couldn't help but sneak into the house.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, frowned, walked over, and closed the bathroom door with a click.
"It's true that Ali didn't even close the door tightly."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, turned around and continued bathing.
…
In a certain courtyard, in a master bedroom.
In the darkness, a slender girl blindfolded with a ribbon walked out quietly.
She carried a long stick-like cloth bag in one hand.
He left this courtyard silently.
The owner of the Zhaiyuan, surnamed Yuan, was still drunk and asleep on the bed in the master bedroom, unaware that his house had been visited again.
In the shadow at the entrance of the courtyard, Zhao Qingxiu took out a cold, ancient seal from her sleeve.
The seal was colder than her hands.
A pair of delicate brows under the azure ribbon seemed to be lightly frowned.
Disappeared.
The aura of [craftsmanship] disappeared.
As if isolated from the world, the Red Lotus Sword Seal could no longer produce any response.
"Whoosh——!"
Not far away, a firework shot up from the sky and exploded in the air.
A flash of light simultaneously illuminated a group of buildings behind Zhao Qingxiu, including the Yuanhuai Minzhaiyuan.
Not long ago, at the Beitian Almshouse, she felt the heat of the red lotus sword mark on her sleeve.
Following the vague guidance of the sword seal, we came to the building complex behind us.
But not long after she arrived, before she could locate a specific location, the heating phenomenon of the Red Lotus Sword Seal disappeared and cooled down. Until now, there is no movement.
The girl who was blindfolded with a ribbon did not give up. Taking advantage of the "small transparency", she searched this area of buildings from house to house again, hoping to get closer and feel it.
I "walked through" the main hall, the courtyard, and the guest houses, not even missing the carriages parked on the roadside.
Of course, unless there is no one or someone is sleeping in a house, you cannot search blatantly or in detail.
It's true that no one can detect her aura... After taking half a tortoise-shell longhorned beetle, combined with the calmness of a virgin, even the old musician's music can't make her appear. There are only a handful of people in the world who can spot her.
...But hiding the wind and concentrating the energy is just hiding the wind and concentrating the energy, not true invisibility.
It can be seen with the naked eye.
Therefore, Zhao Qingxiu still had to move silently, walking in blind spots to avoid living people who were not sleeping yet.
For example, the young people taking a bath in the bathroom of the courtyard behind you, the poor scholars in the study room in the previous courtyard who stayed up to read at night, or the middle-aged monks who just passed by with a lantern and a groom carrying a few buckets of hot water.
.
These were all mortals without spiritual energy cultivation, and Zhao Qingxiu easily bypassed them.
However, after a search, nothing was found, and the Red Lotus Sword Seal no longer produced the slightest temperature change.
Like a cold dead thing.
If it weren't for Zhao Qingxiu's right index finger, which had been squeezing her sleeve tightly for a long time and was burned by the previous bursts of heat, it would still be in pain.
The coldness at this moment also made her wonder and reflect on whether the vision just now was a real hallucination. In fact, it never happened...
It stands to reason that the closer the distance, the more violent the reaction of the Red Lotus Sword Seal.
Unless the distance is too far, or the other party has some special means to block all the Qi of [Takumi].
Now, the first thing that can be determined is that the [craftsmanship] at the bottom of the lake must have been taken away.
Because after approaching Xingzi Lake, the Red Lotus Sword Seal no longer reacts at all.
I just don’t know that the sword holder who hid the sword came back and took it away.
Or is it another Qi practitioner?
For example...the female historians of Si Tianjian who are in high positions and want to steal the Cauldron Sword?
No matter what, the Red Lotus Sword Seal has lost all sense at the moment.
If the sword-taker hadn't already slipped away, he would be too far away to be detected.
Or the person who took the sword used a special method to cut off all the Qi of the [Tripod Sword].
Zhao Qingxiu carried a long cloth bag and walked silently in the shadow of the wall to the next courtyard.
The cloth bag in her hand,
Wrapped in a long sword.
This is what Master left for her.
Every time fireworks light up in the sky, Zhao Qingxiu's thin little body will tremble slightly.
The sound of fireworks is not scary.
But the sparkle of fireworks can illuminate her.
Because the light of fireworks comes earlier than the sound of fireworks.
Although it was only a tenth of a breath too early.
But she still couldn't avoid it in advance.
The girl who was blindfolded with a ribbon knew that every time she heard the sound of fireworks, she was already illuminated by them.
There was no time to escape into a corner.
Zhao Qingxiu silently left the courtyard where there were drunkards and young people bathing.
She walked in the silent shadows that no one noticed, and continued to search.
This can be regarded as the closest Yunmeng Jianze has come to [craftsmanship] so far.
Zhao Qingxiu didn't want to give up.
She raised her thin neck slightly, and the azure ribbon on her head was fluttering in the wind behind her head.
Her little face looked surprisingly serious,
Listen all the way,
There were sounds of wind, footsteps, water droplets, grunts, the creaking of wooden doors and windows, and the sound of the night breeze caught in the gaps between red wall tiles.
Some people say that everything has a sound!
Even likes have voices.
The sound of accelerated heartbeat.
etc.
No.
She has no voice.
I remember the senior sister said angrily that day that it was actually quite good to be blind.
At least I won't look for him again.
It’s called... out of sight, out of mind.
With this thought, my mind became confused again.
Zhao Qingxiu felt lost. It took a while before she came to another yard and adjusted herself.
Continue the search.
After an hour, nothing was found, and the Red Lotus Sword Seal had no warmth.
At this time, the sound of a rooster crowing sounded in the distance.
In the surrounding buildings, the sounds of people getting up and getting dressed were heard one after another.
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head slightly, put away the sword seal, turned around silently, and returned to Beitian Nursing Home...
…
Ouyang Rong finished bathing and changing clothes.
Facing the bronze mirror, I inserted another ice-white jade hairpin.
"Hey, he looks so handsome even when he falls into the water."
After tying up his crown, he picked up the piano case with a sigh on his face and turned around to go out.
In the yard, someone could be heard snoring from the master bedroom.
Ouyang Rong smiled.
Looking up, the sky was completely dark, but there was the sound of insects chirping one after another.
Near dawn.
It's going to be dawn.
After setting off fireworks all night, we took a short break. It was supposed to be an intermission, after all, the Lantern Festival officially started today.
Ouyang Rong yawned, turned around with his piano in his arms, and walked out of the courtyard.
Not far away on the bluestone road, a carriage was waiting quietly.
The groom, Ali, was sitting in the driver's seat, with his hands in his sleeves and his head lowered, as if he were pecking rice bit by bit.
Ouyang Rong laughed dumbly and got into the carriage without waking him up.
Just after he sat down, Ouyang Rong casually stuffed the newly filled piano case into the little guy's special place under the seat.
Before the unyielding protest from [Craftsman] could be heard as expected, the smile on the face of the young man wearing the ice-white jade hairpin solidified.
He lowered his head suddenly and reached out to touch the space under the seat.
Something is wrong!
It wasn't that something had fallen - today he only brought an empty sword case, not a bronze mask or anything - but that he habitually closed the cover under the seat half way, not completely.
At first, it was just for the sake of caution, but later it gradually became a detail to prevent the junior sister from checking the post. As long as someone opened the seat under his seat, he would be able to find out afterwards.
But right now, it's impossible for Junior Sister to come, and it's impossible for Ali to touch his things.
There is only one explanation.
Someone got into the car and checked it while he and Ali were away!
A cold current shot up from Ouyang Rong's cervical spine and tailbone while he was sitting upright, and he shuddered!
Grandma Song's face suddenly flashed in my mind.
Is it a game?
Has he been targeted since he went out tonight?
Aunt Song and others, and the female officer Si Tianjian, also evacuated the Xingzi Lake construction site on purpose.
Let him relax his vigilance and lure the snake out of its hole?
Now why didn't you come and arrest him immediately? Did you wait for his carriage to drive out? Do you have all the witnesses?
Ouyang Rong's mind seemed to explode with fireworks, and there were thousands of thoughts.
At the same time, I was sweating profusely.
He was sitting in a quiet carriage, but he felt that there was danger outside.
Taking a deep breath, he asked calmly:
"Ali, please get into the carriage."
"Ah, no, Master, why..."
Before he could ask, Ouyang Rong picked up the piano case again and got out of the car.
"Don't go, wait where you are."
He left in a hurry.
At this time, the sound of roosters crow was heard in the distance, and many people began to get up.
Ouyang Rong took advantage of the last darkness before dawn to quickly climb over the walls and houses, passing through the halls.
Race against time.
After quickly hiding the tripod sword in an inconspicuous corner.
He quickly turned around and walked onto a path, lowering his head and moving forward in a hurry, not knowing where he was going.
"Long Ling—Long Ling—"
The ice-white jade hairpin on the head made a sound, which was very clear in the quiet alley.
Ouyang Rong frowned and quickly took it off.
"boom--!"
Suddenly a burst of fireworks exploded in the sky.
Ouyang Rong was so frightened that he suddenly turned around. When he looked up and saw that it was fireworks, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, the light from the fireworks overhead illuminated a slender figure in the shadow of the corner not far behind.
This shadow would have been difficult to notice, but now it was lit up by the fireworks above.
Ouyang Rong was stunned.
He stared intently at the slender girl blindfolded with a ribbon who suddenly appeared in front of her.
The blindfolded girl also faced him, her body seemed to tremble, and she looked straight at the ice-white jade hairpin that made a sound in his hand.
The air fell into an eternal silence at this moment.
"Long Ling—Long Ling—"
At this moment, the only thing left in the whole world is the special crisp sound of the morning breeze blowing against the ice white jade pendant at the end of the hairpin.
No.
And...the sound of heartbeat.
This paragraph was written too slowly, I only touched it at the end, I feel a little guilty, damn obsessive-compulsive disorder, or2 (suffering) (for the latest book brother, you can read Kangkang's old book "I Have a Sword Fairy Wife")