The main hall is brightly lit tonight.

From the front hall, the faint sound of a group of eminent monks chanting sutras and giving salvation could be heard.

In the courtyard outside the apse, apart from a coffin, the ground was covered with broken tiles, rubble and corpses.

Only the standing figure of a young Confucian scholar remained.

Maybe it was because not long ago the bursts of wailing and noise in the courtyard were covered up by the uniform chanting of the Great Compassion Mantra in the front hall.

It may also be that before Li Li and others entered the mourning hall in the backyard, the words they ordered Shandao and others worked - the monks were not allowed to enter if they heard any noise in the backyard.

Ouyang Rong wore a bronze mask with a fox head on his head. He lowered his head and finished the cleaning quietly. No outsiders entered the yard presumptuously during the whole process.

First, they searched the bodies of Murong Qi and Murong An and found several pieces of gold and silver jewelry.

After searching the body of Persian businessman Li Li, there was only a stack of business name banknotes, seals and land deeds and other miscellaneous items. In addition, there was a token with the word "Wei".

First, he lowered his eyes and remembered that the name of the company on the bank note might be Wei's White Gloves.

Then he glanced at the familiar black iron tokens, Ouyang Rong shook his head and threw them into the coffin in the center of the courtyard.

Ouyang Rong felt a little regretful as no extra qi-tonifying elixir was found in brothers Li Li and Murong.

It seems that Qi-boosting elixirs are indeed precious and are not often available, let alone top-quality Qi-boosting elixirs. They must be used with caution. After all, it is not always possible to encounter the Donglin Temple in Dagushan and have the opportunity to borrow Qi... He thought

He said, reaching out and touching the pill box containing the ink dragon in his sleeve.

Tonight, he accidentally realized the correct use of the magical power of the tripod sword made by the craftsman, and was one step closer to the final sword technique. Later, with the help of the incense of Dagushan, he saved this treasure pill.

Ouyang Rong finally turned his attention to Daozhang Xi's body.

This Taoist priest wears a Nanhua scarf and does not grow his hair. Judging from his appearance, he must be from the Sanqing Taoist sect in the south.

According to the junior sister, if you are from the Louguan Taoist sect in the north, you will wear a Hunyuan scarf and grow your hair, just like the old Taoist with a crane cloak and fur that you first met in the underground palace...

Now that Ouyang Rong has become more involved in the world, he also knows the possible identity of the mute embroiderer girl. Looking back, of course he also discovered something strange about the old Taoist He Yuanqiu. He must not be an ordinary person, but for some reason, he appeared in the underground palace together twice.

Could it be related to rescuing him and being brought by Xiu Niang?

Now is not the time to think too much, Ouyang Rong collects his thoughts.

He squatted down, wiped the blood stains on Taoist Master Xi's damaged robe with his palm, and began to fumble with some anticipation.

This frivolous Taoist priest did not know which mountaintop he belonged to in the Sanqing Taoist sect, but just when he was fighting, his eyes suddenly turned dark red and strangely changed, and Ouyang Rong saw it.

Being able to soar all the way from the seventh level to the fifth level is definitely not an ordinary Taoist method. It seems to have attracted some unknown existence similar to a true spirit.

Unfortunately, due to the poor physique of the frivolous Taoist priest and the seventh-grade Dantian, this method of incarnation as a true spirit is naturally greatly reduced. In addition, Ouyang Rong is a sword wielder. He can defeat all kinds of magic with a single tripod sword and still have a steady stream of incense.

Activate and capture it on the spot. And if this incarnated true spirit had not met Ouyang Rong, who mastered the magical power of the New Tripod Sword, but had met any other eighth-level sword holder, even if there was an ink dragon, the script tonight would be

The opposite of.

Tonight's smooth wind and water also contained dangers and dangers. Thinking of this, Ouyang Rong silently reflected on himself and vigilantly... However, this unknown existence should have vaguely seen the traces of the craftsman. Before the dark red in his eyes faded, he cast a glance at him.

Taking a deep look, Ouyang Rong noticed it, but was not too worried.

Tonight he came wearing a bronze mask, and at the same time mobilized his muscles and bones to slightly change his body shape and disguise himself.

Ouyang Rong quickly finished groping for Taoist Master Xi's body, looking a little disappointed.

There are no Qi-enhancing elixirs.

Instead, I found something strange.

A pink bellyband full of pungent smell of rouge and gouache.

There was a booklet in his belly pocket, with the words "Zhen Gao" scrawled on the cover. When he flipped through it, he found that it was filled with dense tadpole characters, which were old and hard to read.

"The annotations given by "Erya" in "Zhen Gao" have the meaning of the imperial edict dictated by real people."

Ouyang Rong muttered and stuffed it into his sleeve before he had time to look. Then his eyes fell on the pink bellyband in his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

This guy is probably no longer a serious person.

A Sanqing Taoist priest carries this thing with him everywhere. Where can he go seriously?

However, smelling the pungent but familiar smell of rouge and gouache, Ouyang Rong immediately remembered a concubine left by Zhu Lingxu. When he pretended to be Wei Shaoxuan to defraud him of the token, this concubine was serving him food.

Among the concubines who were drinking, the smell of rouge and gouache seemed to be on their bodies, mainly because they had been rubbing it on him overtly and covertly at that time, so the impression was quite deep.

Not long ago, as the governor of Jiangzhou, he went to put an end to Zhu Lingxu's absconding crisis, and saw this concubine again in Zhu's house. At that time, she was dressed in mourning clothes and crying, but she did not forget to wink at him, who was so serious. Ouyang

Of course Rong ignored it and dismissed him in a matter-of-fact manner.

But she never expected that she would get together with this frivolous Taoist priest so quickly, but she didn't know whether Zhu Lingxu wore the hat before his death or before his death.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but mourn three seconds of silence for Zhu Lingxu in his heart.

Immediately I was quite speechless.

What kind of mess is it all, touching the corpse to find out an adulterous affair?

It seems that tonight not only the explosion rate is low, but also the luck will be stained by pickled things, bah bah.

Ouyang Rong shook his head. At this moment, he saw a clear blue light around him. Crouching on the ground, he looked back and found a little guy floating in the air above his head.

The sword was slightly tilted and motionless, as if it was quietly observing the strange behavior of the male master below.

In fact, ever since Ouyang Rong finished killing people and squatted down to touch the corpses one by one, this blue "sword arc" has been following him, following him like a curious cat.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong didn't have time to explain to Yi Yi Jian that besides killing people and taking their heads, touching corpses and explosive equipment was actually a kind of fun.

He thought to himself and whispered softly: "Go back."

Tonight, the little guy, who was enjoying the scent of incense like a fish in water, swayed left and right in the air, looking a little reluctant.

Until Ouyang Rong frowned slightly,

The psychic little guy moved and turned quietly. First, it spun twice around the head of the male host holding the pink bellyband. Then, with a "swish" sound, it flew away through the air and reluctantly flew back to a distant seat.

In the "dark and dull wooden box" in the sutra copying hall.

Tonight, the scent of incense provided a steady stream of "fuel", and the original distance restriction of more than ten feet between Jiang Zuo and Ouyang Rong was temporarily lifted.

"Is this a high-level sword wielder... I have experienced it in advance..."

Ouyang Rong muttered to himself, and at the same time, he started to throw the corpses of Li Li, Brother Murong, and Taoist Master Xi into the coffin in the center one by one, as well as pink bellybands, gold and silver jewelry, silver stamps, and other items.

, all thrown into it.

He took out a small tube of burning dragon oil, poured it into the coffin, and finally threw in a fire stick and lit it with a fire.

The flames are raging.

The light green firelight reflected the bronze fox face on the face of the young man in Confucian shirt. The bronze was full of simple and indifferent texture.

After waiting quietly for a while, when all the corpse evidence and clues were burned into ashes, he adjusted the cauldron sword, disrupted and cut off many auras in the courtyard, and while the ashes were flying, he turned around and left, jumping out of the courtyard.

He was about to go to the Sutra Copying Hall, but before he had taken two steps, Ouyang Rong paused slightly, quietly turned around, and took another path.

He silently recited "Craftsman's work" in his heart, and calmly chose a dark and remote path. After walking for a hundred steps, the surroundings of the path became increasingly quiet and dark.

At a certain moment, the leaves of a treetop on the roadside not far behind Ouyang Rong swayed slightly in the night wind.

Ouyang Rong stopped, his voice turned dull, and he asked without looking back:

"Why, don't you continue to follow?"

The next moment, the dark trees not far behind him that had been swayed by the wind suddenly exploded into pieces of fallen leaves, like dandelions in the autumn wind.

Ouyang Rong, who deliberately teased the stroller, slowly turned around.

In the woods more than ten feet away from him, at some point, an "arc" went and came back, and it had already joined hands with that slender figure.

It is almost difficult for ordinary people to see clearly with the naked eye, the specific details of the fight taking place there.

It can only be vaguely seen. In addition to the dazzling "sword arc" that looks like a crescent moon, there is a slender figure who sometimes puts the sword arc into his sleeve, sometimes staggers a few steps with the sleeve broken, sometimes disappears with shadow escape, and sometimes falls from the mid-air...

…dazzled.

As expected, the Yin Yang family's Qi practitioners had a lot of tricks, but they were quietly returned and the craftsmanship that had been completed on the sword was resolved one by one.

Although the incense gas consumed this time almost completely absorbed the incense gas within a hundred meters around Ouyang Rong, and even temporarily created a spiritual vacuum in this area.

However, the outcome is still decided within three breaths.

The woods returned to silence, and under the cold moonlight, there was an "arc" hanging above the head of a beautiful figure.

One person and one arc stood in the middle of the forest where fallen leaves were flying, and they stood still.

The beautiful figure was holding her chest and coughing up blood, panting.

Ouyang Rong supported his heavy fox-faced chin. In the autumn evening wind, he walked closer with long sleeves and took a look.

Sure enough, it was the familiar cold and cold girl in palace attire.

Rong Zhen raised her head and looked at the mythical tripod sword suspended above her head. The dreamlike blue light fell on her palm-sized white face. At the moment, the cold and cold expression in the past was gone, replaced by a look of shock and suspicion on her face.

: "It's really the moon... what the child said was right... that's how it is..."

Sensing the footsteps approaching, she suddenly turned her head and asked the young Confucian scholar who seemed to be wearing a bronze fox mask: "You are the sword holder! Which tripod sword is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

Ouyang Rong stopped in the shadow of a tree not far from her, narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent.
To be continued...