The snow-crawler seemed to remember something and shook his head suddenly:

"Impossible. With a tripod, the gods in China will never exist! Don't pretend to be a god or a ghost. If you have the ability, come and ask me about swords face to face. You can lose all the name of sword cultivators..."

Ouyang Rong smiled and ignored him.

He stood on a high place holding the Confucian scriptures in his hand, looking around, and his eyes were not sure where he was looking.

"Interesting, mine."

The young man faced south and suddenly stretched out his left palm and grabbed it from the air. The eighteen seeds on his palm instantly burst into dazzling light, and Kuixing Talismans appeared on the Buddha's head under his feet.

The next moment, a long scroll of ink painting far away on the top of the Nanfeng Mountain in the south bank broke out of Wu Daozi's control and shot towards the peaks of both peaks with a "swoosh".

After three breaths, he flew to Ouyang Rong.

I saw that on this scroll, the people and objects inside the tips of the double peaks were vivid, and no one was missing:

Including the young man in Confucian clothes stomped on the golden Buddha's head, the beard and the white dragon falling into the mud, all on the drawing paper.

It's like there's an invisible brush that replenishes it in real time.

Ouyang Rong looked at the scroll with a satisfied smile:

"Except for me not being handsome enough, I'm still pretty careful in painting. So many mice are hiding, so I'll come out. If you come today, don't even think about leaving."

Everyone saw that after Ouyang Rong said this, his index finger was stained with blood from the wound on his shoulder.

He used fingers as his pen and blood as ink, and acted as a "red pen" to circle the scroll. First, he used the pen to "smear" the white fog, and then he brought up the "small" everywhere outside the main grotto.

People”.

This scene is somewhat similar to what Wu Daozi did just now, but Ouyang Rong is more skillful.

Wu Daozi and the old musician were sitting opposite each other in the bamboo courtyard, Yuan Huaimin on the top of the Nanfeng Mountain in the south bank, Du Shuqing and the bronze sword in front of him, Yan Liulang, Fang sisters and others.

Everyone inside the pinnacle of the double peaks moved to the main grotto one by one.

The shifting and transposition are dazzling.

It's like a child fiddling with chess pieces.

Yuan Huaimin looked around in confusion and found Ouyang Rong, and said in surprise:

"Lianghan, why are you here? Why are you doing so high?"

In addition to this confused, Yan Liulang holding a knife with his head held high, and the Fang sisters who were completely silent. The old musician picked up a stringed zither, stood up from the horse stool, looked around, and looked at the hand of the young man in Confucian shirt,

The face was breathtaking.

But Wu Daozi was facing a great enemy, and his smiling expression had long disappeared.

Staring at the young man in Confucian shirt on the Buddha's head, the old man clasped his fists solemnly:

"Who is the sacred place of yourselves? Why are you pretending to be a pig or a tiger?"

Du Shuqing had already opened her eyes and looked at the familiar Ouyang Lianghan, a little stunned, suspected that she had read it wrong.

In addition to the people who were "moved" to the venue, there was something that was "moved" to come.

The snow-crawler, who had a cold face, suddenly discovered that something fell from above and fell at his feet.

She looked down at Wu Daozi, Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing and others next to her.

It's consistent money.

Dipped with wet mud.

It was Ouyang Lianghan who just threw it on the ground to redeem Yue’s virginity money.

The candle in the snow suddenly froze and then trembled all over, her blonde hair flew, and the frost roared.

"Don't forget to get the money."

After fiddling with the scroll in front of him, the young man in Confucian shirt threw a word at the candle in the snow, turned around, he faced everyone, chuckled and patted the dust on his cuffs, and said loudly:

"We're here, wait a moment, set a sword first, and ask you something later. If you answer wrong, you will die. If you answer correctly... it depends on your mood."

After saying that, Ouyang Rong picked the gourd and drank it again.

The whole audience was quiet and the needle could be heard.

Everyone saw an arc rising behind Ouyang Rong who was drinking with his head raised.

Clear blue flames are everywhere [Masterpiece].

It was like a blue moon, covering the whole audience.

It's back.

The fire of the tripod became more and more powerful. This time, the sword was built for more than three breaths.

More than one person can kill.

The little guy's appetite seemed to be endless, and he turned the literary spirit that had covered Xunyang City for three hundred years like a cow drink.

It seems like a sword is needed to be the whole audience in an instant.

Everyone below could not control the air and could not go up to stop the sword-holder who was as crisp as glacier. He was "high" and everyone could not touch the hem of his clothes.

Madam Song, like Xue Zhongzhu and others, failed to try to control the air. After hearing this, her face looked gloomy and gloomy.

At one moment, she suddenly looked up with a flattering smile on her face:

"I didn't expect that Ouyang Xiaoxue Scholar is so powerful. It's really the blessing of Your Majesty, the blessing of the princess, and the blessing of the country. Wei Wu was really ungrateful just now. How could he interrupt the marriage between Ouyang Xiaoxue Scholar and the princess? Besides, before

He dared to be so ruthless to the Xunyang Palace, and evil words encouraged everyone to do something wrong. He deserves to die, he is good to die!"

While applauding, she walked forward and pointed to the [Machinery Works] with the sword above her. Her face was not red and she said sincerely:

"Little Scholar, your sword is really like an immortal guiding the way. The gods punish the sky. When you solve these thieves and protect the Buddha, you are the first-class hero. Previously, Lin Cheng, Wang Lengran, and Wei Shaoqi must have had a matter of things.

It’s a misunderstanding that you are full of righteousness and these thieves frame you. It’s so despicable.

"But it's okay, it's all a trivial matter. Let's go back to Beijing together. The old man and the princess testify to you with their lives in front of the emperor. In addition, you can also take the control of this formation. You are the governor of Jiangzhou, so I give you a lot.

Reasonable.

"If you take a fake tripod sword, you can also tell Si Tianjian that the old man and the great master are easy to talk to. The saint often says that it is rare to be a talented person. My great Zhou requires you to be brave and honest.

Scholars! There is Master Di in the court. When you enter the court, you will be our young master. The two masters are here, which is a good story.”

Everyone's eyes were all on the audience's thick-faced Madam Song.

Ouyang Rongyang paused when drinking gourds. He did not put down his mouth, and glanced at the old woman below.

The old woman with white eyes put away the Han palace lanterns, and in front of everyone in the audience and Rong Zhen's face with a red face, she blocked her dry hands and lowered her voice, as if she was whispering.

But everyone in the audience can hear this whisper clearly, so it is better not to be quiet.

"The little master doesn't know that the Zhenxian Princess has worked with you for just a few months. She has been impressed by your temperament and admired her deeply. She secretly agreed to her. However, she has a thin face and has never contacted men and women.

Love is a young man, and he can't lower his head."

The old woman with a rolling eyes looked kind and her honorific title was changed:

"My little master, you can just give her a little step. Women all need to coax them. If you coax them, you will rely on you. If you really give something for nothing for nothing, no one will care about it, right? What's more, it's true.

It is normal for Princess Xian to be a little respectful and hold a little bit.

"Although she appears to be cold, she is actually very nice to you. Anyway, she just needs to coax her. Lao Shi watched her grow up in the palace and understood her best. You must listen to Lao Shi."

Madam Song turned her head and asked Rong Zhen with a smile:

"Princess, you said right? Don't hide it anymore."
Chapter completed!