Chapter 785 Lianghan A Sword, Broken Fingers, Teaching Zen, Deceived!
Ouyang Rong's words make the audience silent.
Although everyone on the court did not know who "Xiaoshuang Niang" was shouting, and did not dare to know who was shouting, even dare not want to think about who the only "little mother" in the library building was.
But they still get numb.
In addition to holding the clouds in the pavilion, the silent Zen master who closed his eyes and kept his eyes, the different faces of everyone in the audience were changing wonderful changes.
She opened her mouth slightly and looked at the super brave young thorn history.
Mrs. Fang, Fang Ziwu was stunned.
The elegant and elegant square cuffs rotated the head, and looked at Ouyang Rong.
It was Fang Shengnan's opening, and his face was panicked. Looking back at the collection, she lowered her voice:
"Ouyang son, you whispered! The big girl is in it."
Ouyang Rong on a wooden chair, didn't care about her.
Of course, he knew that the candlers, Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing, and others were in the library in front of them. They were pried from the maids of the maids in the lobby.
The audience continues to quiet.
Everyone may look back at the collection building, or wait for a breath, or stare at the young thorns.
In the anxious atmosphere, the time passed by every minute.
Behind the pavilion, the small building of the book collection, the door downstairs, still motionless.
No one came out, and silent.
Some people are puzzled slightly, but they are more loose.
The people in the building seem to be busy, and there is no time to move outside.
Ouyang Rong took a wooden chair, Yan Liulang held the sword box, and the cold noodles stood behind the wooden chair.
His palm was holding his chin, squinting slightly, and looked at the small building.
There was a voice next to it, and the familiar Fang Girls, who was so annoyed and dissatisfied.
"Ouyang son, I know, you look down on me and my sister. If you say it, you will not listen at all, or you are arrogant, disdain ..."
Fang Sheng's men's words paused again, because the young people lying on the wooden chair in front of them were turning their heads, her index fingers were erected on their mouths, and they "hush".
It seemed that she was too noisy to interrupt rudely.
Fang Shengnan had a small face, and he was ashamed to pass.
The young assassin did not look at her, and did not go to the small building. She had already turned around and looked at everyone on the field.
"Does anyone see Yuezi today?"
"Yue Zizi?"
Fang Ziwu and others looked at each other, with some doubts and confusion.
Under Ouyang Rong's sight, the air was quiet for a while.
"Master assassin, Cao Min has suffering ..."
Mrs. Fang suddenly grabbed Fang Huiwu and interrupted his guilty conscience.
The woman took a step forward, and half of her body blocked her husband.
After glanced at the monk in the pavilion who was still sitting firmly, she asked in a carefully whisper to Ouyang Rong:
"Do you just come to the Yue Zizi? Do you really have not seen it today and the husband? Is there any news?"
Mrs. Fang glanced at the two daughters who seemed to be disaster next to the eyes, showing her face, referring to the sisters of Fang family:
"Are you raising his sleeves? Win men are nonsense, or do you know what knowledge does not report? Adults of assassinations ask for anger, cool outside, this, there are some foreign customers here, let's entertain it."
She showed a flattering color: "Master assassination, please follow the body, first move the Xiluo Hall. You can drink tea for a while, and let them discipline them.
The Mrs. Fang was indeed generous, and the clever words of a small event were finished.
"Madam is right, the lady is right! Master Steamed History, please, what is good to discuss, may be a misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
Fangfu people followed Fang's women, looking forward to the young thorns on the chair, waiting for response.
Time passed one minute and one second ... the embarrassing thing happened.
Ouyang Rong's tattoos remained motionless, kept his body, and supported his chin in his right hand. The index finger joint of the left hand still rushed the wooden handle. The only change was that the pair of paint eyes turned slightly, as if looking at them.
Faced with Mrs. Fang's words, she seemed to laugh.
The atmosphere gradually embarrassed.
There is a master in the pavilion behind him. There are also those goddess -like princes in the library in the back of the hiding building, which can give some confidence.
But at a certain moment, Mrs. Fang was stared at by the sight of the young thorn.
I do n’t know if he is unwilling to develop at a high level, or a psychological effect.
All minds are the same, and selfishness has nowhere to hide.
Immediately, this invisible pressure was relieved, and Mrs. Fang found that it was the young thorn history that shifted her eyes.
He seemed good to speak, and asked again:
"What about Yu Nianyuan, have you seen it today?"
The crowd suddenly whispered.
Someone aimed at the pavilion, and someone looked at the library.
Ouyang Rong's first head:
"Oh, that's seeing, what about her, is it also inside?"
His Wei Qu's index finger pointed out a little bit of the library not far away.
There is still no one who speaks.
Mrs. Fang helped Fang to suppress Wu Wu, and they took a step back silently. They were closer to the pavilion.
Fang Shengnan, Fang Jianjian turned his face.
Ouyang Rong patted his palm, stood up from the chair, and looked at everyone like a circle.
The air suddenly became nervous.
Suddenly, there was another healthy head catching, and he whispered in the blue clothes of the piano box.
Yan Liulang, who was cold -faced, listened to his words, looked at the lobby, and immediately took a step forward. He whispered:
"Mingfu, discovered Li Yu, and the people in Fangfang were guarded in a room."
Ouyang Rong said, "Bring up."
Everyone's face changed on the court.
With less, a fat person was led to the empty land and came to Ouyang Rong.
"Son."
Li Yu shouted.
Ouyang Rong looked back at him and asked:
"Li Yu, why are you being caught?"
Hearing this laughter, Li Yu's face was ashamed.
He couldn't help but say:
"And every time the son comes to save the grass."
Li Yu scratched his head, and suddenly remembered something, and quickly said:
"Son, Cao Min is going to find you."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "I and Liulang are also looking for you."
Li Yu is ashamed:
"Son, don't hide you, say that the second daughter has come to find Cao Min and mentioned Xiao Yan's affairs ... I am heartbroken, but I am not ready to follow her. I was ready to stay in the city. But before today, Cao Min happened to see it.
The second female king took Yuezi ... that is, the embroidered mother girl, left together, Cao Min knew that you had the relationship with the embroidered girl, so he took the initiative to follow it. "
Ouyang Rong pursed his mouth, "So just want to run out of the villa, do you want to report it?"
"Hmm!" Li Yu nodded, and couldn't wait to say: "There are not many grass people seeing many people, and the second female king just evacuates the grass people by the way.
Villa, send it here. "
Ouyang Rong calmly asked: "Fang family, did Mrs. Fang see these?"
Li Yu stood next to Yan Liulang, bowed his head and thought about it, shook his head:
"They seem to be sent away by the second daughter -in -law as soon as they entered the house. They were not allowed to see the collection of the library, which is similar to the grass people, but before the grass people were sent away, they saw it faintly ...
Find someone to ask where the Zen master is, as if there is something to ask him, seeing the complexion of the second daughter, it is rare to be a bit anxious.
Ouyang Rong heard the words, said aloud:
"The master who has never spoken is the most understandable person in the audience."
The atmosphere is silent.
In the pavilion, a middle -aged Zen master who gathered in the audience still kept his eyes still, as if he was sleeping.
At this time, Li Yu looked at the left and right, as if he found something, he reacted and asked:
"Mingfu, how can only Yan participate in the army and several brothers and Taiwan ... Let's just have such a person?
Yan Liulang looked at Li Yu.
The Fang family, the sisters of the Fang family, and the monks in the pavilion all looked at it.
Ouyang Rong's face is bland, saying truthfully:
"No, they are in Puyang Grottoes. The things here have nothing to do with them, and they don't need them."
Li Yu did not understand the connotation of Ouyang Rong's last sentence "don't need them", but he was not deaf. He understood the previous words.
The choppy face changed slightly and swallowed quietly.
He immediately pulled Ouyang Rong's cuffs and whispered:
"Son, Cao Min suddenly remembered things, let's go out and say, walk away ..."
Li Yu's forehead sweating greeted Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and others evacuated.
Yan Liulang and the fifteen elite caught heads did not squint. They stood behind Ouyang Rong silently without receiving the latter's order, and they remained motionless.
Li Yu was in a hurry, going to pull Ouyang Rong's cuffs and whispered:
"Son, go quickly, they are many, big girls are in the building, they may come out at any time ..."
Fang Ziwu, Mrs. Fang, and the sisters of Fang family noticed that the chubby panic movement around Ouyang Rong.
Fang Ziwu sighed a little, Mrs. Fang was silent.
Fang Jianjian has been silently back to the pavilion, waiting slightly.
Fang Shengnan hummed, and he was gambling with his head.
"Son, the embroidery girl's affairs can be discussed from a long way ..."
Li Yu almost begged his tone, lowered his voice and said halfway, and suddenly found that his palm was held, and he was the son in front of him. He stunned.
Ouyang Rong took Li Yu's palm of his cuffs away, patted his sleeve, grabbed a wooden chair next to him, dragged the wooden chair, and passed by some of the confused Fang family, and walked into the pavilion.
Yan Liulang held the piano box and was behind the young thorns like the class.
For the sake of being dragged away, the two chairs rubbed the ground and made the harsh sound of "wow", which attracted the attention of everyone at this moment.
Under the straight eyes of Li Yu and the Fang family, Ouyang Rong put the wooden chair in front of a middle -aged Zen master in the pavilion.
The young thorns patted clothes, sat on the upper side of the wooden chair, sat opposite the middle -aged Zen master, and looked at the monk.
"Ask you, what can Yu Nianyuan look for you?"
One fingering the eyelids of the Zen Master slightly moved, and seemed to open a seam, and looked at Ouyang Rong.
Four eyes are relative.
He didn't say a word, and raised a finger at Ouyang Rong.
After Ouyang Rong saw it, he smiled, turned his head and picked up the tea cup from the next Mrs. Fang, and took the tea to blow his mouth.
"This official remembers that I said it in Chengtian Temple last time. Don't erected your boring thing again, selling the simple Zen method for you, fortunately this is a vertical index finger, not the middle finger."
After the reminder, the young thorn history seemed to have nothing to happen, and repeatedly asked:
"Have you seen the embroidered mother?
One meant that the Zen master heard his words, his face was still silent, and his eyes looked at Ouyang Rong's eyes.
He put down his hand first, and then raised his hand again.
A fingers are erected.
Ouyang Rong nodded, stretched out his palm, and grabbed the index finger head of the middle -aged Zen master.
Just when the middle -aged Zen master and the inside and outside of the pavilion doubt this strange action.
There is a [arc] appearing in the pavilion.
As the middle -aged Zen master condensed, it scored lightly through the root of his index finger.
Blood lines on the skin emerge.
[Arc] Return to the top of his head, Ouyang Rong cut off a finger and throw it on the ground. Under the gaze of the Zen master gradually glaring, Ouyang Rong took out the handkerchief elegantly and wiped his blood -stained palm.
"Ah!" Mrs. Fang screamed first.
Fang Ziwu, Fang Shengnan looked at the broken fingers of the middle -aged Zen master in a horrifying manner, blood shot.
Li Yu's face was shocked. This scene looked dry.
One fingering the Zen master was the most doubtful first, looking down at the broken finger, and his face was pale, his mouth kept trembling, and he looked at the [arc] in front of him.
It's Ding Jian.
His almost purple crimson aura rushed to stop the bleeding at the broken finger, but the blood still shot out, like spraying rain.
Because this is a wound cut from the mythical Dingjian.
This Dharma's deep Zen monk has a long silent face for a long time, and it is extremely exciting for a moment. At a certain time, he finally stood up, fist tightly, covered the broken finger, and bent down like shrimp, couldn't care about it, couldn't care
Pick up that cut -off finger.
Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted: "Look at me!"
The middle -aged Zen master moved and turned around, and his eyes looked at Ouyang Rong.
I saw that Ouyang Rong's eyes were silent and lifted a index finger towards him. The middle -aged Zen master almost followed the subconscious follow, and he began to raise his index finger.
Empty index finger.
A fingering master suddenly realized something, and looked at the index finger in front of him, looking directly at his Confucian shirt youth.
I saw that the original painful face of the Zen master was stunned first, and the next moment, the eyes were suddenly cheerful, just like enlightenment.
The middle -aged Zen master who had the unclearly enlightened Dharma who had been erected with the indexes suddenly stood up and closed the bloody nine fingers and two palms.
Refers, I didn't go to see the dreamy [Ding Sword]. He seemed to be an epiphany, in the pavilion, and looked at the fingers that he didn't know when he stopped bleeding.
Ouyang Rong did not take care of the Zen master who had a breeze, took a cup of tea, turned around and walked out of the pavilion.
I still remember that he had lost his feet and fell into a well. He was awakened in the Palace of the Palace. At that time, he was still in the drums by embroidered mother. He had a short -term Dharma answer with the Lao Dharma who rescued him.
What is the first meaning of Holy?
There is no sanctification.
That is, nothing is empty.
In the pavilion, Yan Liulang didn't follow anymore, holding a sword box with a hand, and watched the back of the young thorns with the wonderful people.
The audience was silent.
Ouyang Rong took a suspended [arc], and went to the small building in front.
This time, no one dared to stop him.
No one persuaded him again.
Mrs. Fang Shiwu was frightened and couldn't afford to kneel.
Others have become dumb.
When I came to the door of the Tibetan book, Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Fang Fang, do you know what the official is different from you? That is, if you are weak, you shut up, do not have nonsense."
He was overwhelming, pushing away the close door of the library building, picking up the steps, and all the way to the building.
With a short time, Ouyang Rong walked into the warm pavilion.
At the eyes, there is a huge sand table.
Nuan Ge is empty.
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(PS: Xiaorong is on the road this day. Spring Festival rushed home. The code word on the road was a bit hasty, maybe something wrong.)