Chapter 777 The Jiao in the Palm, the Heavenly Master’s Proverb
Guessing something, Yu Nianyuan frequently looked at the seventh junior sister who lowered her head to drink the noodle soup, and then turned her face away.
"Ah...ah..."
Hearing the soft voice of the Seventh Junior Sister, his eyes returned to normal and he looked over.
I saw the seventh junior sister holding another unused noodle bowl in both hands and handing it to her in a silly manner.
Yu Nianyuan was silent for a while, then his white palm slipped out of his sleeve and took the noodle bowl.
Zhao Qingxiu noticed that the second senior sister didn't seem to start eating right away. Instead, she spread some noodles from the bowl and put it into the bowl where she had finished most of it.
Yu Nianyuan also helped her roll up the sleeves of her skirt and adjust the somewhat loose blindfold ribbon. After doing this, she was ready to eat the noodles with her chopsticks.
Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and sipped the noodle soup silently.
She ate faster and put down the bowl. After waiting for a while, Yu Nianyuan also took a long breath and put down the empty bowl.
Zhao Qingxiu stood up and groped towards the room where the master bedroom was.
Yu Nianyuan did not stop him, nor did he go to help him. He sat in his original position in the courtyard, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.
There was some tacit understanding between the two senior sisters in this series of actions.
After a while, Zhao Qingxiu walked out of the master bedroom slowly, with a long cloth bag in her hand.
The rope at the mouth of the cloth bag was loosened, and the cloth slipped away, revealing a bronze sword hilt with dark red blood spots on it.
Zhao Qingxiu returned to the second senior sister with her bronze sword.
Yu Nianyuan looked at the sky and put down the tea cup without taking a sip of tea.
"Let's go."
Zhao Qingxiu stretched out her palm.
Yu Nianyuan saw a dragon swimming between her palms, with purple mist lingering around its body.
Yu Nianyuan stared at it for a while, then stretched out his palm to hold the bronze sword.
The moment when the two women held the bronze sword at the same time.
Time flies.
It seems that the ground has shrunk to an inch, and it also seems like a yellow beam in a dream.
Zhao Qingxiu felt like opening her eyes again.
My eyes are back.
His eyes are as clear as a stream.
Restore the light.
But before her eyes was an abyss.
There was only the color of blood and the faint green color of bronze.
Many things are blurry.
But I can still see some things clearly:
In the abyss ahead, there are evil dragons emerging continuously, twisting and terrifying, and the abyss is bottomless.
Above the abyss, there is a small bronze sword hanging upside down.
The sword's edge was extremely blunt, stained with rust, but dripping with blood.
I don’t know how many lives he has been stained with.
This isn't the first time she's met.
I have had it in my dreams every time in the past.
She used to think it was very scary, but since she lived in Tanlang's courtyard and was enlightened by Tanlang and protected by the inexplicable purple mist, Zhao Qingxiu didn't feel so scary anymore, and she felt somewhat calm and calm.
She looked down and saw a small purple dragon swimming and spinning in the palm of her hand, drawing circles in her palm and making waves, like pebbles jumping and floating on the surface of a lake.
Zhao Qingxiu withdrew her clear eyes and raised her eyes to look forward.
All I saw in front of me were the backs of the ladies.
Standing on the same spot, they are different in height and height, each with its own merits.
But his face is blurry.
This time, it is no longer the last time in the dream, there were constant horrifying scenes of Yue women falling into the abyss.
At this moment, the surroundings were calm, and most of the ladies' figures stood motionless, as if they were looking at the abyss in front of them.
However, four figures among them moved.
The figure of a tall female monarch, with hair like golden flames.
The figure of a lady in white clothes, with bells tied on her bare feet.
In addition, there are two ladies with elegant sideburns.
These two ladies seem to be of the same height, body shape, and movements.
The only difference is that the slanting directions of the double temples on the head are different, one is leaning to the left and the other is leaning to the right.
The figures of the four female monarchs, like Zhao Qingxiu who opened her eyes, are somewhat agile, and are different from the "lifeless" female monarchs around them who are staring into the abyss ahead.
They turned around, seemed to look at Zhao Qingxiu, and walked over.
Zhao Qingxiu wanted to speak, but found that she could not make a sound.
It seemed that it was not just because of her muteness, but all the ladies around her were silent.
It was completely different from the last time in the quiet courtyard when she fell into a dream and broke through the realm to become the "Mrs. Dream".
This time, the whole abyss was extremely quiet.
It's like going from an illusory dream to real reality.
The atmosphere of reality is dead and serious.
At this moment, the tall blonde lady walked directly in front of Zhao Qingxiu and seemed to lower her head to look at her. The tall lady suddenly reached out and touched Zhao Qingxiu's eyes from the air.
Zhao Qingxiu was stunned and opened her mouth.
I want to call me "Big Sister", but I don't have the voice.
The shadow that looked like a candle in the snow suddenly hugged her.
The blonde lady was tall, and Zhao Qingxiu looked extremely petite in her arms.
Zhao Qingxiu didn't move anymore.
She didn't hug her back, because there was a purple dragon in her palm, and her hands were hanging free, which made her feel a little awkward for a moment.
The ladies in white next to them, the one with sideburns on the left and the one with sideburns on the right, all lowered their heads and looked at Zhao Qingxiu's palm.
After a while, the tall blonde lady let go of her arms and cast her eyes towards the sleepy dragon wandering in Zhao Qingxiu's palm.
Immediately, she silently spread her right hand in front of Zhao Qingxiu and others.
There is a dragon on the palm, all white as snow.
…
Xunyang Prince's Mansion.
The ruins of the inner house, next to the rockery.
The scene where Lu Ya, Cai Shou and Shun Bo temporarily retreated.
After the young man in Confucian shirt finished talking about the dragon slaying, he thanked Lingjiang and Li Xian's family fell into silence.
Looking at the faces of everyone, Ouyang Rong certainly knew their hesitation and misunderstanding.
They looked at the sword box in Xie Lingjiang's arms with somewhat embarrassed expressions.
Li Xian said:
"Tan Lang, let's wait until we return to Beijing to discuss this matter. Let's leave Xunyang now. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong slowly looked away from the moonlight sword in his hand.
He looked around at the ruins where the embers were still burning, and nodded gently:
"Okay, let's evacuate Xunyang City first. This matter is not urgent. We will talk in detail when we reach a safe place on the way."
Li Xian and others heard the meaning of his words, and it seemed that he wanted to leave Xunyang City temporarily with them, unlike when he was the Dragon City Order, sticking to the rules and clinging to the fiefdom... Everyone looked relaxed or happy.
Ouyang Rong weighed the moonlight sword, put it into its sheath, and did not return it to Xie Lingjiang this time. Instead, he held it in his arms and walked aside: "Little junior sister, follow me."
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
Xie Lingjiang looked at the back of his senior brother, then looked at Li Xian and others, and stepped up to follow.
The two brothers and sisters walked away as Li Guo'er watched.
Come to a secluded place.
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but ask:
"Eldest brother really wants to present the tripod sword?"
Ouyang Rong chuckled: "Little junior sister, are you reluctant to part with me?"
Xie Lingjiang hesitated to speak, but finally his lips parted slightly: "I see the expressions on Uncle Li's face. They should be very sorry for Senior Brother. As my father said before, some kindnesses are too great and inappropriate."
Ouyang Rong did not comment, turned around, and stretched out his hand towards Xie Lingjiang.
Xie Lingjiang handed over the sword box.
Ouyang Rong did not answer immediately, but suddenly said:
"Why are you still hiding? Come out."
Xie Lingjiang's sleeves were quiet for a moment. Immediately, a small cloud of ink mist appeared from the sleeves, and then a small head popped up from the sleeves. Dressed in a Confucian woman's crown, her small black eyes first glared at Ouyang Rong, and then looked around.
Next, as if to confirm that it was safe, he hurriedly climbed out of Xie Lingjiang's sleeves.
Ouyang Rong curled his lips and went to take the sword box. He first put the moonlight sword into it and kept it with the newly discovered Red Lotus Sword Seal... What Li Xian just said was right. It is not suitable to stay in Xunyang City for a long time.
It’s too close to the tinderbox-like Xunyang Grottoes, so stay away first before we talk about the “best strategy for slaying the dragon.”
He raised his eyes and glanced at Miao Si.
The little guy was looking around, and seeing no one around, she patted her flat chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted to Ouyang Rong:
"Xiao Rongzi, why did you come to rescue me just now? Do you know how dangerous it was just now? The worst follower in history, bar none."
Ouyang Rong nodded:
"I know, you lay down all the way in the warm sleeves of my little junior sister, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep well. It was really dangerous, and you almost didn't sleep well."
"...?"
"Xiao Rongzi, you deserve to die the most, no one!"
Xie Lingjiang stopped the arrogant little Mo Jing from jumping over and scratching his senior brother's face.
Ouyang Rong ignored him indifferently.
Miao Si angrily said:
"Why are you lying to me? I was scared to death just now. The pair of masters and disciples with superior ox noses met each other. The scene was scary. The old guy was still a dead man. He was lifeless and obedient. Even dead people came to work. These superior ox nose pairs were right. If others are cruel, they will be even crueler to themselves, let alone to our Mo Jing clan...
"Fortunately, I am Bingxue, a smart girl with the best cultivation in the world. I held my breath and concentrated at the first moment without showing any signs of weakness. Hey, otherwise, he would have discovered it and taken him back to the Shangqing Patriarch Hall. I don't want to go there. , I heard that some poor Mo Jing were working as cows and horses there, and they were starved for two meals in three days. They have the most evil noses and are even worse than small soldiers, no one of them."
Ouyang Rong looked sideways: "Do you know the means by which dead Taoist priests can be resurrected?"
"Nonsense." Miaosi waved his hand: "Isn't it just the command of the Supreme Qing Dynasty to trance the gods? To use it, you need the talismans drawn with spiritual ink. This is why the Sanqing Patriarch Hall is eyeing us, huh."
Of course Ouyang Rong knew how miserable Little Mo Jing was, but he teased with a smile:
"Aren't you the best at raising prices? They need spiritual ink. If you maintain your attitude of being arrogant in front of me and threaten them, you will not be treated with courtesy and you will be protected by the Sanqing."
"I'm so polite, I'll let you eat that bitter incense every day, and produce spiritual ink for twelve hours non-stop in front of a bunch of paralyzed Taoist priests. Why don't you try it? To put it nicely, it's called making friends. It's ugly. No, they just treat us Mo Jings as their private property."
After a pause, she muttered again:
"If Xiaoxuan is there, it's not impossible to go together, but I am always afraid that Xiaoxuan will be led astray by them, and she will wear a cold and serious face in the future. Xiaoxuan has had this trend before, and she is a bit old-fashioned. "
Ouyang Rong listened carefully, nodded and said:
"It sounds like Sanqing is where you Mo spirits belong, where you can really shine. It seems that you are living too well here with me and my junior sister, and the food is too rich."
Miao Si was as firm as iron: "No, even if I go to the Confucian Academy and follow a group of old scholars from the Confucian Temple, I will not go to Sanqing. I hate the Niubi Taoist priests who don't take a bath. They don't wash their hands when they draw amulets. That one named Lu Isn’t that what I mean? It’s sloppy.”
Ouyang Rong walked over, grabbed her, and flicked her forehead:
"You still picked it?"
"Let me go! Little Rongzi, what are you going to do? Thank you girl for saving me!"
If the little Mo Jing was offended, his eyes would widen and he would open his teeth and claws. Ouyang Rong ignored him and turned to ask Xie Lingjiang:
"Little Junior Sister, do you still have the three tubes of spiritual ink left for you to defend yourself?"
Xie Lingjiang shook his head a little embarrassed:
"It's gone, senior brother. It was actually of no use on the way to Kuanglu Mountain. It was only when Master Yuan showed up later that I helped him deal with the five middle-grade water thieves. Master Tian After teaching me a few tricks on the spot, he said that in addition to the Taoist priests who are direct descendants of their Sanqing Patriarch Hall, the Confucian qigong practitioners above the middle grade are the ones who need Lingmo the most."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "It's okay, just use it if you use it. It's a good thing that you can use it. This is how it should be at special moments. I'm going to talk to you about saving money."
Xie Lingjiang looked at his senior brother, his eyes were gentle, and he tilted his head and said: "Senior brother, Master Tian is a nice person. He didn't ask me about the source of the spiritual ink. Miao Si's worries should be unfounded."
"If he is really as mysterious as you said, and you have wonderful ideas in your sleeves, of course you can't escape his eyes. She just plays a lot. She thinks she is hiding well, but she doesn't know that when people are about to die, their hearts become kinder.
, in fact, it’s just that the old man doesn’t have the same understanding as her.”
After saying that, Ouyang Rong cast his eyes on his little girl's crown in Confucian attire, pretending not to hear.
"What are you looking at? Let's produce some more spiritual ink."
"The baby will be born, you are a cruel bird!"
Unexpectedly, Miao Si nodded decisively, said the most cowardly words in the most ferocious tone, and turned around to dig into Xie Ling Jiang's sleeves.
Ouyang Rong grabbed her and stuffed her into his sleeve.
"Where are you going? Get it here. I need it as soon as possible."
With that said, Ouyang Rong took out the "Zhen Gao" from the sword box, tore off two withered yellow pages on the back, and twisted out a spare clean wolf hair with two fingers. He took them out together and put them in his sleeve as a spare.
Miao Si's dissatisfied reminder came from his sleeve: "Xiao Rong, there are differences between men and women!"
Ouyang Rong nodded: "With your body shape, is there any need to be different? Besides, I am a gentleman. I advise you to be less careful about being a gentleman."
"It's you Confucian gentlemen who need to be on guard the most! Well, you have never been in Jiankang City in the Southern Dynasties, so you don't know the perverted ways of some high-ranking scholars."
Ouyang Rong was amazed: "It seems that she has experienced it. The female fairy has quite a rich past."
"Nonsense! I just heard it from hearsay! The only disadvantage of reading a lot of books is that it's easy to get stained by them. Sometimes I wish I couldn't read ink. Those guys have to make up for it!"
Ouyang Rong ignored her and pushed her little head back into his sleeve.
"The protest is ineffective. Let me know when Lingmo is ready. It is urgently needed at this moment."
A certain rebellious little ink spirit muttered a few words, made a fuss for a while, and then obediently gave birth to spiritual ink.
There are many things going on in the nest, but when the critical moment comes, Miao Si is still very clear. If the follower becomes cold, won't she be bullied by outsiders?
Ouyang Rong is preparing to take Xie Lingjiang back.
At this time, Xie Lingjiang spoke:
"By the way, Senior Brother, before Master Yuan left, he also left you a motto."
"What motto?"
Ouyang Rong stopped with some confusion.
Xie Lingjiang began to speak softly, telling the exact words.
Immediately, she noticed that the plain face of the senior brother in front of her gradually turned serious.