No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 778 Coveting Purple Mist
The residence on Locust Leaf Lane.

Outside the courtyard of Yinbingzhai, a Silla maid named Banxi was waiting quietly.

She didn't know that at this moment, in the yard across the wall in front of her, a strange scene was happening:
The pretty girl and the lady in white were standing and sitting at the table, respectively.

The similarity is that they closed their eyes at the same time and held the same bronze sword.

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 his left hand.

At the same time, her right palm was spread out, and the strange little trapped dragon in the palm of her right palm was slowly passing through her slender body and flowing towards the bronze sword held tightly in her left hand, at a very slow speed.

The rusty green blade of the long sword 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 broad daylight and the blood-red halo could not spread far, otherwise it would have attracted the attention of those waiting outside the courtyard.

This scene in the courtyard seemed to be some mysterious ritual going on...

Dream abyss.

The source from which the evil dragon continuously gushed out, where the small bronze sword was hanging upside down.

There are shadows of unknown female monarchs in various poses.

Most of the ladies stood still.

At this moment, there were only five phantoms of female monarchs, each with their own unique characteristics, who were able to move freely and gathered together.

The lady with double rings on her left side of hair, the lady with double rings on her right side of hair, and the lady in white who should have been the next lady with trapped dragon after the tall lady with blonde hair, all fixed their eyes on the palms of Zhao Qingxiu and Xue Zhongzhu.

This is not something that "Madam Meng" can possess. Madam Meng only has the qualification to enter the Dream Abyss, but slaying the dragon and capturing it is a harsh condition for reaching the next great realm of the Yuenu Taoism.

It was so difficult for the Yue girl to slay the dragon, let alone the difficulty of doing so.

The situation of the gathering of the nameless female monarchs on the field at this moment has clearly shown that before this, only Xue Zhongzhu had a trapped dragon.

Even Yu Nianyuan, the second-in-command female monarch in this generation’s palace of female monarchs, doesn’t have it yet.

However, the situation of this quiet and gentle lady in white is very special.

To her, every realm of the Yue Girl Taoism is like a chasm in the sky.

But the benefits of each realm after promotion are also extremely great, which cannot be compared with that of an ordinary anonymous female monarch.

If the Lady in White could capture a dragon in the Dream Abyss, the benefits would be indescribable, and there would definitely be another thunderbolt from the sky.

Because in the obvious piano music that resounded throughout the area within a hundred miles of Xunyang not long ago, the spiritual energy beam on her body was black, similar to the light beam of the old Taoist who was resurrected with the help of Li Dalang's body a hundred miles away.

Obviously, both of them go against the will of heaven and are naturally full of difficulties.

If God is unhappy, he will send down thunder.

No matter what, at this time, Zhao Qingxiu was only a newly promoted sixth-rank "Mrs. Meng", but she possessed a miraculous fortune and became the second special Yue woman on the field who possessed the power of trapping a dragon, alongside the senior sister Xue Zhongzhu.

This was something that had never happened to any previous generation of Yue Virgins when they reached the sixth rank. At least Yu Nianyuan, who had read all the books in the secret library of the palace, had never heard of it. This extraordinary deed of the current generation of Yue Virgin Zhao Qingxiu would definitely be recorded in the secret book of the Female Monarch Palace for the female monarchs of future generations to admire.

Zhao Qingxiu was surrounded by her senior sisters, observing carefully, and the atmosphere was completely silent.

Xue Zhongzhu had already loosened her arms... This was something she rarely showed in front of her fellow apprentice sisters... She was also looking at the dragon trapped in Zhao Qingxiu's palm.

Zhao Qingxiu felt a little embarrassed being stared at and lowered his head slightly.

Xue Zhongzhu and Yu Nianyuan exchanged glances.

The second girl had received a letter from Zhao Qingxiu before, and vaguely knew that the benefits that the seventh junior sister had gained from breaking through the realm seemed to be related to the child husband.

Seeing this rare blessing, everyone was silent.

The shadow of the candle in the snow seemed to be frowning.

Only the left and right double-ringed lady kings were unaware of this. Right now, they were looking at Seventh Junior Sister with curious and admiring eyes.

The lady with two rings on her left side suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed at Zhao Qingxiu.

Xue Zhongzhu and Yu Nianyuan came to their senses, looked in the direction indicated, and discovered something unusual.

The shadow of Zhao Qingxiu's slender body was faintly covered with a layer of purple halo, including her eyes, which were surrounded by a strange purple mist.

This purple mist was different from the superior purple energy from Xue Zhongzhu's cultivation. It was sometimes thick and sometimes thin, flowing like a sticky stream.

At the same time, the purple misty little dragon trapped in Zhao Qingxiu's palm was different from the snow-white little dragon in Xue Zhongzhu's palm.

The latter is quiet, somewhat noble and lazy.

The former was spinning in a circle over and over again, as if his palm was trapped, as if he was spinning in place in a hurry.

Whenever the purple mist halo on Zhao Qingxiu's body flowed over the edge of his palm, the purple mist dragon would spin extremely quickly, as if it was longing for something, but it was difficult to get out of his palm.

The girls looked at each other, not understanding the reason.

It is a rare and special blessing, naturally strange and special, without precedent, and difficult to understand.

Yu Nianyuan lowered his eyes, reached out and touched the purple mist halo on Zhao Qingxiu's body, looking at her carefully.

After a while, she looked up and shook her head at Xue Zhongzhu and others who had inquiring eyes.

I don’t understand either.

While being looked at by senior sisters with various mentalities, Zhao Qingxiu's attention was focused elsewhere.

This was her first time entering Mengyuan as Mrs. Meng.

At this time, I also discovered the difference from the original dream.

No sound.

Well, they are just projected shadows, so how can they make any sound? In fact, they have no hearing.

The female monarchs could only communicate through some simple gestures.

They are all short phrases and it is difficult to express them in long sentences.

Zhao Qingxiu is particularly good at this.

She has been mute since childhood, so she is naturally familiar with sign language. However, most people she met in her previous life, such as Ouyang Rong, do not know sign language yet, so she can only rely on the simple and crude method of writing.

But now I am in the dream abyss and cannot write, so I can only use sign language.

Zhao Qingxiu saw that the eldest sister made a gesture to the second sister.

Roughly means:

Where are you two?

Yu Nianyuan responded with a simple gesture:
Still in the City

Xue Zhongzhu frowned in dissatisfaction and waved his hand.

The meaning is simpler, urge them to come back quickly and don't delay.

Without waiting for Yu Nianyuan to answer, Zhao Qingxiu pulled on Xue Zhongzhu's sleeve and made a series of gestures to her to explain the matter of Tan Lang.

Xue Zhongzhu tilted his head slightly, a confused look on his face.

The shadowy figures of the ladies with double-ringed hair on their left and right sides also tilted their heads, looking equally confused.

Didn't even understand.

Zhao Qingxiu realized that her gestures were too complicated.

Yu Nianyuan glanced at his seventh junior sister who had a helpless look on her face.

Although she didn't understand the gestures, she roughly guessed what Seventh Junior Sister was saying.

But Meng Yuan was in danger and it was not advisable for him to stay for long. They came here together this time not to chat.

Yu Nianyuan reached out and patted Zhao Qingxiu's shoulder, comforting her gently.

Xue Zhongzhu looked at Yu Nianyuan, then at Zhao Qingxiu, frowning more and more suspiciously.

At this moment, the tall blonde lady suddenly looked up.

Yu Nianyuan, Zhao Qingxiu and others also looked up.

It seemed as if a dark shadow was passing across the sky.

Immediately, a "creeping" shadow fell from the sky and landed vertically in front of the abyss very close to it. It jumped 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 snowy sturgeon.

Because of falling from a high altitude, he was bleeding from all seven orifices and was stiff and jumping from time to time.

Yu Nianyuan and Zhao Qingxiu glanced sideways.

Xue Zhongzhu's eyes were cold and he stretched out his hand.

The little snow-white dragon on the palm of his hand looked up lazily, as if it had just woken up.

Its attention was attracted by the purple mist dragon in Zhao Qingxiu's palm and it turned to look.

The little purple mist dragon also tilted its head to look at it.

Two little dragons, each in the palm of the hand, stared at each other from a distance.

The tall shadow of the candle in the snow slowly walked towards the snowy sturgeon in front.

At this moment, someone grabbed her sleeve.

Xue Zhongzhu looked back and saw that it was Yu Nianyuan.

But before she could look at him with doubt, she found that Yu Nianyuan's gaze jumped over her shoulder and looked behind her.

Xue Zhongzhu looked back and found that her seventh junior sister Zhao Qingxiu had stepped forward, passed her, and came to the dying snow sturgeon holding the purple dragon in her hand.

One more step forward is the abyss where evil dragons roam.

Xue Zhongzhu was confused at first, but after seeing Yu Nianyuan's gesture, he roughly understood something.

He watched in silence as Seventh Junior Sister stepped forward.

Zhao Qingxiu replaced Xue Zhongzhu.

Although at this moment, Xue Zhongzhu couldn't understand why the junior sister suddenly took the initiative to stand up and share her worries, and didn't know whether the junior sister's behavior was to gain merit or seek a job, Xue Zhongzhu still pursed his lips and let her go.

Seventh Junior Sister also has a dragon.

She has the qualifications.

Xue Zhongzhu, who had always stood at the front over the years, had a slightly dazed look in his eyes. He vaguely remembered the day when his master handed over the important task before leaving. At that time, except for the second junior sister, the other junior sisters were very young.

While the Lady of Yunmeng was lost in thought, Zhao Qingxiu had already stopped and was standing in front of the dying snow white sturgeon.

She held the dragon's right palm and turned it over as if she was scooping up water and pouring it out.

The little purple mist dragon reluctantly left its mistress surrounded by purple mist and drilled into the body of the snow white sturgeon like lightning.

At the same time, in the courtyard of Yinbingzhai, Zhao Qingxiu was standing by the table with his eyes closed. The purple mist dragon in his right palm moved around and completely entered the bronze sword, leaving his palm and coiling across the sword!
At this moment, in front of Mengyuan, a snow white sturgeon suddenly stiffened.

Gradually, the luster of bronze began to emerge.

Its flesh and blood seemed to have undergone some miraculous changes.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and looked at him.

Xue Zhongzhu was a little absent-minded.

Yu Nianyuan and the two ladies with double-ringed hair stood with their hands crossed, watching this scene with serious attitudes.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A purple-red evil dragon rose from the abyss in front of Zhao Qingxiu and the snowy white sturgeon.

The purple-red evil dragon has two heads!
One was old with white beard and looked weak; the other was in the prime of life, full of vitality, but was blind in one eye, making him look even more ferocious and vicious.

The old dragon head looked timid and weak, and the only remaining eye of the middle-aged dragon head was cold and cruel. A rusty sword was inserted diagonally in the blind eye, and no one knew who it belonged to.

A purple-red evil dragon with two faces, weird and terrifying.

Its body seemed to be dominated by the middle-aged dragon head, and the old dragon head bent its head and body, following reluctantly; at the moment it broke free from the vortex of slaughter among its own kind and rushed out of the abyss, it immediately rushed towards Zhao Qingxiu who was surrounded by purple mist.

The vertical eyes of the middle-aged dragon head reflected the purple misty shadow of Zhao Qingxiu. The purple mist lingering around her brought out the greedy and gluttonous desire deep in this vertical eye.

This sudden scene shocked the whole audience!

Xue Zhongzhu instantly appeared in front of Zhao Qingxiu, blocking the strong dragon head. She used the snow-white little dragon as a sword and chopped off the one-eyed dragon head with one strike of lightning... Her shadow faded a lot, as if she had consumed a lot of energy.

But the next moment, the timid old dragon head, who was originally reluctant to follow, suddenly took the opportunity to bypass the candle in the snow, and a hint of cunning flashed in his turbid old eyes.

It rushed to Zhao Qingxiu's side at a high speed, ignoring the snow white sturgeon possessed by the purple dragon on the ground, and swallowed the phantom of the little lady surrounded by the delicious purple mist in one gulp.

Xue Zhongzhu was shocked and angry, and Yu Nianyuan and other female monarchs rushed forward.

The old dragon head, whose companion had died, after eating the most delicious food in the world, dived back into the abyss without looking back.

Xue Zhongzhu had no time to stop it and saw the old dragon was about to slip away.

At this time.

“Tick-tick!”

Suddenly, the sound of liquid dripping rang in the girls' ears.

Unlike ordinary water drops, it sounds like the sound of extremely viscous blood dripping.

At the top, where no one could see, 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, its body began to age and turned into dry bones. The rest of its flesh and blood quickly peeled off and turned into a ball of blood-colored light, rushing towards the small bronze sword above.

In the abyss below, the evil dragons that were scrambling to wait for the old dragon to return and fight for food were all aged and turned into white bones. Rays of blood-colored light rushed towards the small bronze sword above.

The slender female figure shrouded in purple mist that was originally swallowed by the old dragon floated down and was also "split into two".

The purple mist was stripped away from it, turned into a ball, and sucked into the seemingly emotionless bronze sword that was overlooking all living beings above the abyss... After absorbing the purple mist, the rust on the bronze sword was slightly reduced, but no one noticed it at the moment.

In the air, there was only a slender figure of a female monarch left, floating down slowly like a feather and being caught by the senior sisters.

Xue Zhongzhu suddenly raised his head, staring at the small bronze sword with angry eyes.

The small bronze sword did not move at all, as if it were a dead object, or like a spectator looking down on all living things, as if nothing had anything to do with it.

At a certain moment, Zhao Qingxiu heard many voices.

Although she entered the Dream Abyss in the form of Lady Dream and could not make any sound, she heard it in her confusion.

She didn't remember the worried and concerned words from her senior sisters. Instead, she could hear the gentle voices she heard from Tan Lang when they separated not long ago. One of the sentences, which made her laugh the happiest, still echoed in her ears:

"Xiu Niang, wait for me. Let's go to Luoyang together."

……

"What's wrong, big brother? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xunyang Palace, among the ruins of the inner residence.

After Xie Lingjiang finished reading the old Taoist's last words, he noticed that something was wrong with his eldest brother's expression.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and remained silent, frowning as he thought about something.

"The bowl is big... the bowl is small... excess blessings..." he murmured.

After Xie Lingjiang finished speaking, he shook his head in confusion:

"I don't know why the old Taoist priest said this, but he was also praising you for being a person of great fortune. He just wanted the people around you to be careful, fearing that they would not be able to receive the fortune you revealed... Could it be that it was just about official position and money?"

Xie Lingjiang blinked and said, "Fortunately, I don't want to be an official, and I don't want money from my elder brother."

Ouyang Rong raised his head and glanced at his junior sister, examining her carefully, somewhat in a daze.

"Why are you looking at me, Senior Brother?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly said:

"Let's go, let's evacuate first, go to Pei Shisan Niang's place, meet up with Xiu Niang, Auntie and the others, and then leave the city. Go and urge the prince to come, don't delay."

"oh oh."

Xie Lingjiang quickly turned around, preparing to urge Li Xian and the others, but she found that the eldest senior brother walked faster than her and walked straight past her and went out of the palace.

It seemed as if he was not waiting for them anymore, and his back was hurried.

(End of this chapter)