Outside the Yinbingzhai courtyard, a Silla maid named Banxi was waiting quietly.
She didn't know that at this moment, a strange scene was taking place in the yard separated by a wall in front of her:
The pretty girl and the lady in white stood and sat at the table.
The same thing is that they closed their eyes at the same time and held the same bronze sword together.
Two bowls of noodles have been eaten, and two bowls of tea are left.
Yu Nianyuan frowned and closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Zhao Qingxiu is left-handed and holds the sword with her left hand.
Her right palms were spread out at the same time, and the strange little sleepy dragon in her right palm was slowly flowing through her slender body towards the bronze sword held tightly in her left hand, very slowly.
The long sword's rust-green body exudes a blood-red halo.
The trapped dragon in the palm slowly moved towards it, and its light became brighter and brighter. Fortunately, it was a clear day and the blood-red halo could not spread far, otherwise it would have attracted the half-attentive attention of those waiting outside the hospital.
This scene in the courtyard seems to be carrying out some mysterious ritual...
Mengyuan.
A source of evil dragons continuously gushes out, where a small bronze sword hangs upside down.
There are various phantoms of anonymous female monarchs.
Most of the female monarchs were motionless.
At this moment, only the five shadows of female monarchs, each with their own merits, were able to move freely and gathered together.
The lady with double sideburns slanting on the left, the lady with double sideburns slanting on the right, and the lady in white who is logically supposed to be the next to have a sleepy dragon besides the tall blonde lady, their eyes fell on Zhao Qingxiu and Xue Zhongzhu.
in the palm of your hand.
This is not something that "Mrs. Meng" can have. Mrs. Meng only has the qualifications to enter the Meng Yuan, but killing the dragon and catching it are the harsh conditions for the next great realm of Yue Nu Dao.
How difficult it is for a Yue girl to kill a dragon, let alone a difficult one.
The gathering of anonymous ladies on the field at this moment has clearly shown that before this, only Xuezhongzhu had a trapped dragon.
Not even Yu Nianyuan, the female monarch in white who ranks second among the female monarchs of this generation, has yet to appear.
However, this demure and gentle lady in white is in a very special situation.
Every realm of the Yue Nu Dao Lineage is like a celestial being to her.
However, the benefits of each level after promotion are also extremely great, which is not comparable to that of the ordinary anonymous female monarch.
If in the dreamy abyss, the lady in white can kill a dragon, the benefits will be even more wonderful, and it will inevitably be a thunderbolt.
Because in the explicit sound of the piano that resounded for hundreds of miles around Xunyang not long ago, the spiritual energy cultivation light beam on her body was darker, similar to the old Taoist who was resurrected hundreds of miles away with the help of Li Dalang's physical body.
Obviously, both of them are going against the will of heaven, and naturally they are faced with many difficulties.
If God is unhappy, he will send thunder from the sky.
No matter what, at this time, Zhao Qingxiu was only a newly promoted sixth-grade "Mrs. Dream", but she had a strange and great blessing. She became the second special Yue girl in the field with a trapped dragon, alongside her senior sister Xue Zhongzhu.
This has never happened to every generation of virgins in the past when they were in the sixth rank. At least Yu Nianyuan, who has read through the books in the palace's secret library, has never heard of this. This extraordinary deed of Zhao Qingxiu, the virgin of this generation, will definitely be recorded in the women's list.
The secret book of the king's palace is for future generations of female kings to look up to.
Zhao Qingxiu was surrounded by the senior sisters, observing carefully, and the atmosphere was completely silent.
Xue Zhongzhu had already let go of her embrace... This was a gaffe she rarely showed in front of her junior sisters... and she was also looking at the trapped dragon in Zhao Qingxiu's palm.
Zhao Qingxiu was a little embarrassed to be stared at and lowered her head slightly.
Xuezhongzhu and Yu Nianyuan exchanged glances.
The two girls had received a letter from Zhao Qingxiu before, and they vaguely knew that the benefits gained by the seventh junior sister's breakthrough seemed to be related to the boy husband.
Seeing this extraordinary blessing, everyone was a little silent.
The shadow of the candle in the snow seemed to be frowning.
Only the ladies with sideburns on the left and right don't know yet. They are all looking at the seventh junior sister with very curious and admiring eyes.
The lady with double sideburns suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed at Zhao Qingxiu.
Under the candle in the snow, Yu Nianyuan came back to his senses, followed the pointing and discovered an anomaly.
The shadow of Zhao Qingxiu's slender figure was faintly covered with a purple halo, including her eyes, which were surrounded by a strange purple mist.
This purple mist is different from the high-grade cultivation purple aura on Xue Zhongzhu's body. It is sometimes thick and sometimes light, flowing like viscous water.
At the same time, the small purple mist dragon trapped in Zhao Qingxiu's palm was different from the small snow-white dragon in the palm of the candle in the snow.
The latter is quiet, somewhat noble and lazy.
The former is spinning in a circle, with the palm of its hand trapped, as if it is spinning in circles in a hurry.
Whenever the purple mist halo on Zhao Qingxiu's body flows over the edge of her palm, the little purple mist dragon spins extremely quickly, as if it is longing for something, but it is difficult to get out of the palm.
The women looked at each other, not understanding the reason.
It is a source of extraordinary blessings. It is naturally strange and special. There is no precedent and it is difficult to understand.
Yu Nianyuan lowered his eyes, reached out and touched the purple halo of light on Zhao Qingxiu's body, and looked at it carefully.
After a while, she raised her head and shook her head at Xuezhongzhu and others who had inquiring eyes.
I also don’t understand.
While being looked at by senior sisters with various attitudes, Zhao Qingxiu's focus was elsewhere.
This is her first time entering the Dream Abyss as Mrs. Meng.
At this time, I also discovered the difference from the original dream.
There is no sound.
Also, they are just phantoms projected one after another. When it comes to voices, they actually have no hearing.
All the ladies can only communicate through some simple gestures.
They are all short phrases and cannot be described in long sentences.
Zhao Qingxiu is particularly good at this area.
She has been mute since she was a child, so she is no stranger to sign language. However, most of the people she met in her past life, such as Ouyang Rong, do not know sign language for the time being, so she can only rely on the simple and crude method of writing.
But now in Mengyuan, I can't write, so I can only use sign language.
Zhao Qingxiu saw the senior sister making a gesture to the second senior sister.
It roughly means:
【Where are you two】
Yu Nianyuan replied with a simple gesture:
【Still in the city】
Xue Zhongzhu frowned and waved his hand.
The meaning is simpler, urge them to come back quickly without delay.
Without waiting for Yu Nianyuan to answer, Zhao Qingxiu pulled the sleeves of Xuezhongzhu and made a series of gestures towards her to explain Tan Lang's matter.
Xuezhongzhu tilted his head slightly, with a confused look on his face.
Next to them, the shadows of the female monarchs with sideburns on the left and right also tilted their heads, equally confused.
Didn't even understand.
Zhao Qingxiu realized that her gestures were too complicated.
Yu Nianyuan glanced at the seventh junior sister who had a helpless face.
Although she didn't understand the gestures, she roughly guessed what the seventh junior sister was saying.
But Mengyuan was in danger and it was not advisable to stay for a long time. They came together this time, not to exchange gossip.
Yu Nianyuan reached out and patted Zhao Qingxiu's shoulder, comforting him gently.
Xuezhongzhu looked at Yu Nianyuan and then at Zhao Qingxiu, frowning more and more suspiciously.
At this time, the tall blonde lady suddenly raised her head.
Yu Nianyuan, Zhao Qingxiu and others also looked up.
There seemed to be a black shadow passing across the sky.
Immediately, a "squirming" shadow fell from the sky and landed vertically in front of the abyss, very close to the abyss. It bounced a few times and then moved slightly on the ground.
This scene of falling to the ground was silent.
Take a closer look.
Then I saw clearly that it was a snow white sturgeon.
Because he fell to the ground from a high altitude, he was bleeding from all his orifices, and he would be stiff and bouncing from time to time.
Yu Nianyuan and Zhao Qingxiu looked sideways.
Xue Zhongzhu's eyes were cold and he stretched out his palm.
The snow-white little dragon on the palm seems to have just woken up, lazily raising its head.
It was attracted by the small purple mist dragon in Zhao Qingxiu's palm, and turned to look.
The little purple mist dragon also tilted its head to look at it.
Two small dragons, each in the palm of a hand, look at each other in the air.
The tall shadow of the candle in the snow slowly walks towards the snowy white sturgeon ahead.
At this time, someone grabbed her sleeve.
The candle in the snow looked back and saw that it was Yu Nianyuan.
But before she could look doubtful, she noticed that Yu Nianyuan's eyes jumped over her shoulder and looked behind her.
Xue Zhongzhu looked back and found that the Seventh Junior Sister Zhao Qingxiu had stepped forward at some unknown time, passed her, and came to the dying Snow White Sturgeon holding the purple dragon in her hand.
One step further, there is an abyss filled with evil dragons.
Xuezhongzhu looked confused at first, but when he saw Yu Nianyuan's gesture, he roughly understood something.
Watching the Seventh Junior Sister step forward with some silence.
Zhao Qingxiu replaced Xuezhongzhu.
Although at this moment, Xuezhongzhu couldn't figure out why the junior sister suddenly stepped forward to share her worries, and didn't know whether the junior sister was seeking meritorious service, Xuezhongzhu still pursed her lower lip and let her go.
Seventh Junior Sister also has dragons.
She has the qualifications.
Xuezhongzhu, who has been standing at the front all these years, looked slightly dazed and vaguely remembered the day when Master handed over the heavy burden before leaving. At that time, except for the second junior sister, the other junior sisters were all very young.
While the lady Yunmeng was lost in thought, Zhao Qingxiu had stopped and stood in front of the dying snow-white sturgeon.
She held the dragon's right palm and turned it over as if pouring water.
The little purple mist dragon reluctantly left the hostess who was surrounded by purple mist, and penetrated into the body of the snow white sturgeon like electricity.
At the same time, in the courtyard of Yinbingzhai, Zhao Qingxiu was standing at the table with her eyes closed. The small purple mist dragon in her right palm passed by and completely entered the bronze sword. It separated from her palm and crossed the sword body!
At this moment, in front of Mengyuan, a snow-white sturgeon suddenly became rigid.
Gradually the light of bronze material appeared.
Its flesh and blood seemed to have undergone some magical changes.
Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head and stared.
Xuezhongzhu was a little lost in thought.
Yu Nianyuan, the two double-haired ladies both stood with their hands raised, their postures serious, watching this scene.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
In the abyss in front of Zhao Qingxiu and Snow White Sturgeon, a purple-red evil dragon rose.
The purple-red evil dragon has two heads!
One head is old, has a white beard, and looks weak; the other head is in the prime of life, full of vitality, but has one eye blind, making it even more ferocious and ferocious.
The old dragon head looked timid and weak, and the remaining one eye of the mature dragon head was cold and cruel. The blind eye had a rusty sword stuck sideways, and it was unknown who it belonged to.
A purple-red evil dragon has two faces, which is strange and terrifying.
Its body seemed to be dominated by the mature dragon head, while the old dragon head bent its head and body and followed reluctantly; the moment it broke away from the whirlpool of similar killings and rushed out of the abyss, it immediately rushed towards the purple mist.
The lingering Zhao Qingxiu.
The vertical eyes of the prime-year dragon head reflected the purple mist shadow of Zhao Qingxiu. The purple mist lingering around her outlined the monstrous desire of greed and gluttony deep in the vertical eyes.
This sudden scene shocked the whole audience!
Xuezhongzhu instantly appeared in front of Zhao Qingxiu, blocked the head of the adult dragon, used the small snow-white dragon as a sword, and cut off the one-eyed dragon's head with a thunderous sword... Her shadow became much lighter, as if she had spent a lot of money.
But the next moment, the timid old dragon head, who had been reluctant to follow, suddenly took the opportunity to bypass the candle in the snow, a cunning look flashed in his muddy old eyes.
It quickly rushed to Zhao Qingxiu's side, ignoring the snow-white sturgeon possessed by the purple dragon on the ground, and swallowed the little female monarch's shadow lingering in the delicious purple mist.
Zhu Zhongzhu was shocked and angry, and Yu Nianyuan and other female monarchs rushed forward.
The old dragon head who had killed his companion, after eating the most delicious food in the world, dived back into the abyss without looking back.
Xue Zhongzhu had no time to stop him and saw the old dragon about to slip away.
At this time.
"Tick-tock-!"
The sound of dripping liquid suddenly sounded in the ears of the girls.
Different from ordinary water droplets, it seems to be the dripping sound of extremely viscous blood.
At the top that no one saw, there was a small bronze sword hanging upside down. A drop of blood fell from the blood-embroidered sword tip and fell into the abyss.
then.
The old dragon paused in mid-air. His body began to age and turned into withered bones. The rest of his flesh and blood quickly peeled off and turned into a blood-colored light group, which rushed towards the small bronze sword above.
The abyss below is scrambling to wait for the return of the old dragon. The evil dragons competing for food have all aged into white bones. Bloody light groups are pouring towards the small bronze sword above.
The figure of the slender female figure in the purple mist that was swallowed by the old dragon fell down and was also "divided into two".
The purple mist was peeled off, turned into a ball, and sucked into the small bronze sword above the abyss, looking down at all living beings, seemingly emotionless... After absorbing the purple mist, the rust on the small bronze sword was slightly reduced, but no one noticed it at this moment.
In the midair, there was only a slender figure of the female monarch, which slowly floated down like a feather and was caught by the senior sisters.
Xue Zhongzhu suddenly raised his head, staring angrily at the small bronze sword.
The small bronze sword was motionless, like a dead object, and like an audience looking down at all living beings. Everything had nothing to do with it.
At a certain moment, Zhao Qingxiu heard many voices.
Obviously entering the Dream Abyss in the form of Mrs. Meng, no sound could be made, but she heard it in a daze.
She couldn't remember any of the frantic caring and anxious words from the senior sisters in her ears. The gentle voice she heard when she and Tanlang were tender when they separated not long ago kept ringing in her mind. One of the lines was also the one that made her laugh the most.
, vaguely echoing in my ears:
"Xiu Niang, wait for me, let's go to Luoyang together."
…
"What's wrong, Senior Brother? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xunyang Prince's Mansion, among the ruins of the inner residence.
After Xie Lingjiang finished speaking the words left by the old Heavenly Master, he noticed that something was wrong with his senior brother's face.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and said nothing, frowning and thinking about something.
"Big bowl...small bowl...excess blessings..." He murmured in his mouth.
After Xie Lingjiang finished speaking, he shook his head in confusion:
"I don't know why Heavenly Master said this, but he is just exaggerating that you are a person with profound blessings, senior brother. He is just asking people around you to pay attention, for fear that they will not be able to catch the good fortune you reveal... Could it be that you only want to earn money?"
Xie Lingjiang blinked: "Fortunately, I don't want to be an official, and I don't want money from senior brother."
Ouyang Rong raised his head and glanced at his junior sister, looking at it carefully, feeling a little dazed.
"Eldest Brother, what are you looking at me for?"
Ouyang Rong suddenly said:
"Come on, let's evacuate first and go to Pei Shisanniang's place to meet up with the embroiderer and aunt. Then we leave the city. Go and urge the prince. Don't delay."
"oh oh."
Xie Lingjiang turned around quickly, preparing to rush Li Xian and others, but found that her senior brother was faster than her, and walked straight past her to the outside of the palace.
As if he didn't wait for them anymore, his back was hurried.