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Chapter 767: Killing with a bowl, saving with a bowl [Monthly ticket draw in progress]

Beside Xunyang Ferry, in the woods.

The atmosphere beside the luxurious carriage was dead silent.

Eight tall maids stood where they were, looking at the young man carrying the bowl who was walking down the street with some doubt on their faces.

Wei Jin was wearing a green robe, holding a sharp blade in his hand, and squinting at the young man holding the bowl with a strange style.

Wei Anhui also stared blankly at Li Dalang, whose walking temperament seemed to be very different.

If Li Dalang looked like an honest man who was easy to bully before, now he gave people the feeling of being like a clear lake, calm and peaceful.

That’s right, quiet, as quiet as... a dead person.

"Li Dalang" walked down from the shaft of the cart, holding a bowl of water in one hand.

He wore a white cloth on his head, which was given to him by Wei Anhui not long ago.

Wei Jin and eight other tall maids were also wearing white cloth strips, which gave them an eerie and cold look as if they were attending a funeral.

But compared with the current "Li Dalang", it is far inferior.

"Li Dalang" looks more like a dead person than them.

Wei Jin stared at the useless prince of Xunyang Palace for a while, and at some point, he sneered.

"Tsk, pretending to be a ghost."

The man in green robe shook his head in boredom, put away the sharp knife in his hand, and put it back into the sheath at his waist.

Wei Jin turned around and walked out of the woods, leaving a faint instruction:

"Go bury him, cover the princess' eyes, and don't scare her."

Eight tall maids were standing on the four sides of the carriage. Upon hearing what was said, they quickly and tacitly surrounded it.

"Li Dalang" looked at the people coming around him, then lowered his head to look at the water bowl. The surface of the water in the bowl reflected a bearded and pale face.

He seemed to be staring at the face in a trance.

The people around did not notice that the water surface in the bowl in the young man's hand had not been rippled since he stepped out of the car.

Seeing these skilled assassins and maids left by Uncle Wu surrounding him again, Wei Anhui regained his composure and looked worried.

Wei Jin’s back was cold and he walked forward without looking back.

At the same time, there was some movement coming from the shaft behind the carriage.

Eight tall maids seemed to surround her.

A maidservant said, "Princess, I am sorry for offending you."

"Don't hurt him!"

Wei Anhui shouted anxiously.

Wei Jin heard that her tone seemed a little desperate.

The next moment, a scream from Wei Anhui suddenly came from behind, with a hint of fear and terror.

"what--!"

It was almost at the same time that Wei Anhui screamed.

“Boom—boom—boom—boom—…”

The green-robed man who left first heard eight consecutive sounds of people falling to the ground from behind.

Eight in total, not one less.

One after another, the gaps are consistent.

Obviously, the only person they wanted to capture was "Li Dalang", but eight people fell to the ground. Apart from that, no other sound was made. Coupled with Wei Anhui's screams... at this moment, the atmosphere in the grove was a bit weird.

After hearing this, Wei Jin did not look back.

He didn't even wait for the series of eight sounds of people falling to the ground to end. At the second to last sound, Wei Jin had already rushed forward.

He didn't rush back to the shaft to protect the princess.

I saw the figure of the green-robed man who was walking calmly a moment ago, now running forward desperately. He ran so decisively, abandoning his armor and weapons, and pissing and running away.

Wei Jin poured all the red spiritual energy into his legs and ran away.

Soon, he ran out of the woods, sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

I noticed that there seemed to be no pursuers behind me.

The young man holding the bowl, who had terrified him the moment he stepped out of the carriage, did not chase after him.

Wei Jin took a deep breath, but did not dare to slacken his pace at all, and ran desperately towards the dawn at the exit of the woods ahead.

He wishes his mother had given him two more legs when she gave birth to him.

After three breaths, he rushed out of the forest exit.

But what came towards me was not the river breeze from Xunyang Ferry, but... the gentle rustling of leaves.

Seeing the scene before his eyes, the man in green robe was so frightened that his soul was about to die:

There are trees on all sides, an open space in the middle, and fallen leaves all over the ground. There is a noble carriage with the princess sitting alone.

Eight dead bodies were neatly laid out beside the car, with their hands covering their necks, their eyes open.

The young man holding the bowl disappeared.

Wei Jin is back again!
He was clearly running forward in a straight line.

Is this forest a sphere? ! !

Wei Anhui, like the green-robed man whose face gradually revealed despair, was looking down at the eight corpses on the ground.

Ten breaths ago, this eight tall maid was still alive.

At this moment, everyone covered their necks with their hands and stared with dead eyes.

A closer look revealed that they all had a white cloth strip around their necks, with obvious red marks.

At this moment, Wei Jin was horrified to find that the white cloth strips were originally worn on their heads, but were inexplicably taken off...

Wei Anhui seemed to have seen the whole scene, her face blank.

At this moment, she slowly turned her head and looked towards Wei Jin... no, in the direction where Wei Jin was.

The moment Wei Jin saw her gaze, his heart seemed to skip a beat.

At this moment, there is no wind in the forest and everything is silent.

The man in green robe trembled all over and turned around slowly.

"Li Dalang" was standing behind him.

He was seen holding a bowl of water in one hand and a white cloth in the other. However, he did not look at the green-robed man in front of him who could not escape. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes as calm as the surface of the bowl of water in his hand, as if he was staring in the direction of Xiushuifang where the palace was located.

Wei Jin knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed madly to the young man holding the bowl, and begged for mercy in regret:

"Your Highness, please spare my life. Your Highness is a magnanimous person. Please forgive me! I will do anything for you..."

The next moment, Wei Jin, with tears and snot, felt the white cloth on his forehead sliding down silently, passing in front of his eyes, and then he saw darkness.

Except for the wind blowing through the leaves, all other sounds disappeared in the forest.

Once again, everything was silent.

The white cloth strip slid down his forehead, and there was darkness ahead.

This was the last feeling of Wei Jin, the leader of the death squad of the Prince of Wei's palace. Wei Anhui, who was sitting upright in the shaft of the carriage, clenched his ten fingers in his sleeves and looked down at the green-robed man who died with his eyes open beside the carriage.

There was a strip of white cloth covering his eyes, but it could not hide the terrified and painful expression on his face before death.

The young man holding the bowl turned around, walked around the corpses without looking around, and came back to the shaft of the cart.

Wei Anhui couldn't help but shrink back, but there was no way to retreat.

The young man holding the bowl seemed to be looking at her seriously and did not move for a long time.

Wei Anhui's face turned pale. After waiting for a moment, she whispered to break the silence:

"Su Fu, are you a human or a ghost now?"

The young man holding the bowl did not answer, but said softly:

"The Taoist's surname is Yuan, I am from Maoshan, and the princess is safe."

After a pause and looking at Wei Anhui's pale face for a while, he said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, Princess, as a prince, I don't have the purple aura, so this scene is a little indecent."

Wei Anhui knew what he meant by "indecent".

Looking around at all the corpses, she took a deep breath and took a moment to digest the matter.

"No wonder his tone was off just now. It felt like Su Fu had become a different person..."

Wei Anhui's face still had a puzzled look, but she used a respectful title:

"Excuse me, Zhen-Zhenren, are you using your magical powers to possess Dalang's body?"

The old Taoist did not answer, but sighed:
"I don't dare to be a Taoist priest. I am just a dead man. I don't want to wake up. If I wake up, it means something is wrong with the palace or the Sanqing Patriarch Hall. Or I am being schemed and used by others, and my descendants have something to ask of me... No matter which one it is, it is not a good thing."

Wei Anhui looked puzzled, but she roughly understood it, so she immediately said:
"Master, please take Dalang back to Xunyang Palace as soon as possible. You are so powerful, you should be able to save them. It is very dangerous over there."

The old Taoist was not at all flustered. He looked down at the water in the bowl and said calmly:

"Not for now. The situation is better than I thought. There is a very capable young man beside the prince and the little princess. The palace is safe for now. The main thing is that my disciple may be in trouble..."

He stared at the water in the bowl and sighed again:
"If the prince hadn't been so willful, the young man's plan would be fine, and I wouldn't have needed to come out. But... it's normal to be willful. Some disasters can't be avoided. No one can predict everything in this world. Just like the strange purple mist on the young man, it's hard for me to see clearly and figure it out... It's really a big variable, a big variable. I don't know if it's good or bad for him to be with the little princess..."

"Disaster? Big change?" Wei Anhui was puzzled.

The old Taoist looked up and stared at her intently.

While counting on his fingers, he lowered his head and looked at the calm water surface in the bowl.

I don't know what he saw, the old Taoist exhaled:
"My little princess, if you really want to be with him, I will give you a scroll of brocade. Take it and return to the capital immediately. Do not peek on the way. Wait in the capital. If you encounter danger with him in the future, open it."

"What the real person means is that Su Fu and I can really be together..."

Before Wei Anhui could finish her anxious question, a strip of white cloth tangled into a knot fell lightly onto the hem of her skirt.

The old Taoist disappeared.

A bowl of clear water, which was seven-tenths full, was quietly placed on the small coffee table in front of Wei Anhui.

The old Taoist priest acted as if he had never been there.

Only a fading echo remained:

"Thank you, Princess, for your kindness. This bowl of water cannot be drunk. It is easy to fall into fate. Fate should not be made lightly."

……

[Tan Lang, why don’t you come back with me? Let’s pick up the Buddhist beads along the way.]

Zhao Qingxiu didn't ask Ouyang Rong why he wanted to take the Buddhist beads, but she made a suggestion.

Ouyang Rong shook his head seriously, "I have to go find Prince Xunyang's family and Junior Sister. The real sound that makes people visible won't be played again in the short term. It's a good thing that they know I'm waiting for Emperor Wen's sword technique. If I go find them, Prince Xunyang's whereabouts won't be exposed."

After a pause, Ouyang Rong suddenly asked, "Xiuniang, you said that the Red Lotus Sword Seal can sense the sword energy of the Eyebrow-style Ding Sword and track the corresponding Ding Sword... can it only be the sword energy? Can it be replaced with something else?"

Zhao Qingxiu seemed to lower his head and thought for a while: [It’s possible. I heard from the senior sister that anything related to the Ding Sword will be fine. However, the Ding Sword is a mythical object, and there are very few things that can be related to it. The sword energy is relatively easy to obtain. The Ding Sword of Tan Lang was originally a piece of sword energy that the old craftsman sent to the Queen’s Palace in advance, so he chased after it many times.]

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, his expression thoughtful.

Ouyang Rong already knew that the old craftsman who died in the sword furnace wanted to complete the Lotus Tower Alliance, but that was not what he was thinking about.

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand, picked up the night pearl in the sword case, and stroked it carefully.

He thought of something related to it, but it was not in the sword box at the moment. He had given it to his junior sister for self-defense along with the three spiritual inks in the morning...

Zhao Qingxiu could not see the "Red Lotus Sword Seal" and the Night Pearl in Ouyang Rong's hand. Ouyang Rong regained his composure, put the two items back, and took the Mohist sword box from Zhao Qingxiu's arms. He wanted to take it to the palace.

Ouyang Rong took out a clean sky-blue ribbon and covered Zhao Qingxiu with it again. The latter did not turn around, but faced Ouyang Rong's arms, as if she was held in his arms.

The pretty girl with her eyes covered with a ribbon suddenly took the initiative to hug him and hold his waist tightly.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment, then gently lowered his arms and hugged her slender and lovely body.

So thin and frail.

But who could have imagined that this thin, blind, mute girl was the Yue virgin of this generation and the first heir of the future Yuan Jun.

Just like no one on the podium today could have imagined that this frail scholar was the owner of the Butterfly Loves Flowers and the legendary swordsman.

Wang Caozhi on the opposite side closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, his body swaying with the speeding carriage.

[Tan Lang, that's great, you're awesome]

Ouyang Rong felt the embroiderer writing softly on his back.

He couldn't see her expression, but he could feel her tight, stove-like embrace.

Ouyang Rong tilted his head and said beside her red earlobe:
"You were first my child bride, and then a so-called virgin. I said I would take you home and would never let them take you away. If there is anything, you must tell me like you did this morning and we can solve it together."

She didn't know if it was because he was holding her tightly in his arms, or because she was too close to him, but when she heard the unquestionable words coming out of his lips, Zhao Qingxiu's heartbeat quickened:

"If we don't choose the two options proposed by your senior sister and second senior sister, how will we live? It's not decided by outsiders. I can defeat your senior sister's sword once, so I can defeat her the second and third time..."

Zhao Qingxiu's little face was burning hot, and she buried herself deeply in his arms, as if she nodded vigorously.

Ouyang Rong hugged the little bullied child bride tightly, but he showed his strength and continued to ask:
"Do you know?"

"Hmm~"

Her nasal voice was soft and weak, and she was very obedient.

The two of them were affectionate for a while, and Zhao Qingxiu suddenly wrote on his chest:

[I want to go with Tan Lang and I don’t want to be apart for even a moment]

Ouyang Rong rested his chin on the head of the little beauty in his arms and shook his head gently.

"No, it's my duty. I can't take you on an adventure. Go back to Huaiye Lane and wait for me. And keep an eye on my aunt and the others. I feel relieved to have you by their side."

Zhao Qingxiu heard him continue his calm and rational analysis:

"You just said that the second sister will come to see you. You can tell them about the Donglin Buddha and ask them to be careful. Although I don't like them, since they are your sisters, it is understandable to remind them out of friendship."

When Zhao Qingxiu heard this, her face looked a little strange, but also a little moved and admiring.

"What happened to the embroiderer?"

[Thank you, Tan Lang, for your advice. Tan Lang is really open-minded. But you don't have to worry about Senior Sister. When I get home, I will take good care of Aunt Zhen, Wei Lai and the others. I will go see Second Senior Sister again and give her an answer so that Senior Sister will give up. In addition, regarding the matter of the Great Buddha, they were unkind to Tan Lang, and they can't blame others for being unjust. Tan Lang doesn't need to do anything. I will do it. I can help with that matter without any worries.]

"What does this mean, embroiderer?"

Zhao Qingxiu tilted his head:
[Will those who know the identity of Tan Lang's sword holder harm Tan Lang? Then don't keep them. I won't persuade the sisters to be lenient anymore.]

Ouyang Rong was speechless and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

(End of this chapter)