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Chapter 786: The Great Terror in Yunmeng Order

A hundred miles away, there are twin peaks.

White fog lingered inside and outside, and an army formation could be seen gathering in the fog.

Not only is the main cave on the north bank heavily guarded, but the south bank is also heavily guarded, with thousands of White Tiger Guards in uniform, armored uniforms, patrolling back and forth.

These were the elite troops originally assigned to Duan Quanwu, to follow Rong Zhen and Ouyang Rong to behead the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower.

They were already ready to go, but in the end it was of no use. Not only did Duan Quanwu die, but Ouyang Rong also tore off his vest and escaped unscathed.

At present, they have received an order from a girl in palace dress in the main grotto on the north bank, to patrol the south bank of Shuangfeng Peak on the periphery, and to give early warning to the main grotto as soon as the rebels in Tiannan Jianghu approach.

However, these strictly patrolled South Bank White Tiger soldiers subconsciously avoided the South Peak where the "royal painter" was stationed...

At this moment, at the top of South Peak, there were two painters, one new and one old, standing on the edge of the cliff.

The afternoon sunlight that had just managed to leak through and fall on them was once again obscured by the white fog, blocking the twin peaks.

This was the aftermath of the mysterious clear blue sword energy belonging to a pure swordsman that split the river not long ago.

It not only made the river water below boil, but also made the white fog on the river thinner. It is unknown whether this was affected by the escape of Wei Mi, who was originally in charge of the white fog formation, but a lot of warm midday sun did leak in from both sides of the Shuangfeng Peak.

"Mr. Wu, what happened down there? What about the lover of the eldest lady?"

Yuan Huaimin was in a daze. When he saw Wu Daozi finish the picture and put down his brush, he couldn't wait to ask.

Obviously, Yuan Huaimin was still immersed in the shock of someone "cutting the river fog with one sword" not long ago.

After the scene just happened, Wu Daozi was somewhat amazed and then continued to concentrate on the painting in front of him.

A strange piano sound was heard in the middle of the painting, but the smiling old man ignored it and continued painting... There was no sign of any light beam appearing on his body.

At this moment, the picture of the Twin Peaks has been completed, with every detail visible.

Wu Daozi withdrew his gaze, turned back and stroked his beard, saying:
"Just now, an orthodox sword holder used the Ding Sword to attack the Buddha. I don't know what the result will be. It is very likely that he is one of us. However, I don't know much about Yunmeng. I don't know if they have a back-up plan... I can ask the eldest lady later."

Wu Daozi narrowed his eyes again and said:
"This person should be the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower, who was wanted by the pseudo-Zhou court. Xiao Huaimin, you work in the Jiangzhou Hall, so you should have heard of him.

"I have always been curious about this person's true identity. The traditional sword master has very strict entry requirements. He must be of the ninth rank, have a sword technique, and also have a [Ding Sword]... Anyway, it is very difficult to be born.

“So every orthodox sword holder has great luck, which is rare in a century. At the same time, it is also the envy of the people in the mountains, and even the heavens are jealous.

"Especially the sword wielder of the new Ding Sword is hated by both humans and gods. If someone can be the first to break the killing power of the corresponding Ding Sword, then this person can be called a sword breaker. He can also inherit a great fortune, and his legendary level is not inferior to that of the legendary sword wielder. If you count every sword breaker in history, they are all the best in the martial arts world of that era, the most legendary existence. For example, the second generation of Daqian Sitianjian, the predecessor of Da Zhou Sitianjian, was a sword breaker."

"Sword holder...Sword breaker..."

Yuan Huaimin murmured, then raised his head and said:

"It seems that this Butterfly Love Flower owner, Ms. Rong Zhen, has a personal grudge against him. She was determined to capture him, and Brother Lianghan also followed her to make plans... Wait, this person suddenly drew his sword, Lianghan and the others will not be in danger!"

Yuan Huaimin became anxious.

Wu Daozi glanced at him and asked with a smile:

"You care so much about your colleague? Don't worry, I'll ask the eldest lady for you later."

"Ask the eldest lady?"

Wu Daozi stroked his beard with one hand, and said with a half-smile:
"It is rumored in Tiannan Jianghu that the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower seems to have a connection with the Grand Lady of Yunmeng. Some even say that they might be enemies and lovers. Otherwise, why did the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower take action to remedy the situation after Jianze's first ambush failed on the Xingzi Lake Buddha, destroying the Buddha and killing people?"

Yuan Huaimin thought for a moment:

"To make a beauty smile? These masters are good at playing. However, what kind of person is the "big lady" mentioned by Mr. Wu to make a hero bow down to her?"

Wu Daozi said, "Wait a minute, little Huaimin will know for himself."

Yuan Huaimin was stunned: "Me? Look at it myself?"

"Isn't Xiao Huaimin curious about the other two Xuanhuang Earth Dragon roots?"

Wu Daozi smiled, looked at the sky, discovered something, and seemed to mutter to himself, "It's already two o'clock in the morning."

He spread the finished painting scroll flat in the air and let it float. Then, he casually threw the ink brush in his hand.

Yuan Huaimin saw the brush fly out and slowly fall down in the air like a feather.

At the moment when it was about to hit the ground, it hovered motionless, as if it was caught by an invisible giant hand, drawing a circle on the ground.

The next moment, an ochre-colored halo lit up along the circled position.

The halo became brighter, and Yuan Huaimin closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw three figures standing in the circle.

Three people appeared out of nowhere and walked out.

One woman and two men.

Walking in the center was a tall, blonde Hu girl, carrying two swords. One snow-white sword was on her back, and the other was in her hand. There was a faint snake-like creature moving on the bronze sword.

The one on the left is a dull young man, holding a bloodstained bronze dagger in his hand.

Yuan Huaimin recognized this bronze dagger; it was the Yunmeng Order that was wanted by the Jiangzhou Hall. The length and style were exactly the same, but the one in the dull young man's hand seemed a little more special, with more blood stains.

The one on the right is a middle-aged scholar. He has an elegant smile, but he looks sickly and raises his hand to cover his mouth to cough from time to time.

Wu Daozi smiled and watched with his hands behind his back.

Yuan Huaimin only paused for a moment before recognizing the identities of the middle-aged scholar and the dull young man.

"Brother Huaimin, long time no see."

Wei Shaoqi left the khaki light circle, saw the surrounding environment clearly, and greeted Yuan Huaimin.

Du Shuqing, the sullen man next to him, also nodded to Yuan Huaimin as a greeting, then shifted his gaze to observe the surrounding environment.

Xue Zhongzhu walked over with a frosty face, carrying a sword on his back and holding a sword. He was holding the sword of a junior sister and passed by Wu Daozi.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wu."

She whispered a few words, walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked down at the entire northern shore of the Twin Peaks with her green eyes.

In the white mist in the distance, there is a dazzling golden Buddha head.

The white fog across the river blocked his view. Xue Zhongzhu turned his head and glanced at the Donglin Buddha on the scroll.

She, Wei, Du and others showed no surprise at the completed Buddha statue.

Wu Daozi nodded: "The eldest lady was really generous just now."

Xue Zhongzhu was a little confused: "Just now?"

The skinny old man had a strange smile on his face.

Yuan Huaimin stood at the back, his eyes fixed on the slowly dimming circle of light on the ground. At some point he had an epiphany and touched the root of a dark yellow earth dragon in his arms.

He secretly swallowed his saliva. Today, the Tiannan Jianghu really used Mr. Wu and him as a breakthrough point and came to the scene!
Now that everyone has arrived, they certainly won't come here to stroll around, but will naturally get together and get to work.

But there shouldn't be anyone there yet.

Yuan Huaimin waited nervously for a while for the khaki light circle, but found that the light circle dimmed and no new figure appeared.

He turned around with a puzzled look and found that on the edge of the cliff behind him, four people, including the tall blonde Hu Ji and Mr. Wu, were doing a strange posture, all with their heads tilted back.

Watch quietly.

Strange, what are you looking at? Is it raining?

Yuan Huaimin looked curious and also tilted his neck to look upward.

Thousands of feet in the sky, a dark shadow passed by.

Soon, Yuan Huaimin, standing on the top of Beifeng Mountain, saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

Can't take my eyes away anymore.

It's very terrifying.

……

Fang Family Villa, on the open space in front of the inner library.

Everyone waited in silence for the movement in the small building.

Just now, a man with a sword walked in, but there was silence for a long time. The people in the open space couldn't help but become curious.

At this moment, in the empty warm room, Ouyang Rong served tea and walked around the giant sand table.

Even his governor's office did not have such a detailed map of Xunyang. One could tell from the drawing style that it was the work of someone in the military, and it was not something that could be made by some mere rebel from the southern underworld.

Xue Zhongzhu and others were not in the building, which was inconsistent with previous intelligence.

However, the information might not be wrong. Xue Zhongzhu and others should have been in this warm room not long ago, but they were moved away for some reason.

But no matter how they moved, their destination today was only one, Xunyang Grottoes.

You'll definitely find them there.

However, Ouyang Rong was not sure whether Yu Nianyuan and Xiu Niang were there or not.

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes, holding a cup of tea that he only took a sip of, and paced around the sand table before walking out of the warm room. Just in case, he also walked around the other floors of the library, but still found nothing, so he went downstairs again.

[Craftsman] had already taken a step ahead and returned to the sword box in the pavilion.

Everyone outside the building saw Ouyang Rong holding a cup of tea, walking out of the small building and returning to the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, Master Yizhi was still looking up at the sky, as if he was lost in some mysterious state, and seemed to have no reaction to any movement from the outside world.

However, there was an exception when Ouyang Rong passed by with tea. Master Yizhi did not forget to put his nine fingers together and saluted Ouyang Rong again.

However, Juezhi discovered a detail. His own master, who was a high monk, actually treated Ouyang Rong as a disciple. However, he had seen too many incredible things today, so this surprise seemed nothing at the moment.

Ouyang Rong did not look at the respectful Master Yizhi.

In fact, this middle-aged Zen master still has some Zen skills, at least he has a good understanding. However, he tried to use the finger to represent the Tao to enlighten the donors in the secular world. Little did he know that this finger was raised, but it was attached to the image. Ouyang Rong directly cut off the finger, which was actually to help him break the image! He was telling him that the Tao cannot be expressed by text or fingers. The Tao is the Tao, empty, with nothing.

The true Zen Buddhism does not establish written words or make annotations.

Ouyang Rong had accumulated knowledge of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism in his previous life. Judging by the standards of this era, his Zen realm was higher than that of a middle-aged Zen master.

The brief exchange of finger-slashing and scolding in the pavilion just now had already determined the winner.

This is something that only true experts can understand. Oftentimes, a fight is just a matter of a split second. Whether the opponent is unfathomable or just a half-baked person wandering around aimlessly, one can tell at a glance.

Although Master Yizhi couldn't understand in his heart how Ouyang Rong, a Confucian scholar at such a young age, could have such profound Zen skills - at least according to the evaluation system of the Zen sect to which Master Yizhi belonged, it was a profound Zen skill.

But it did not stop him from respecting Ouyang Rong, because he really enlightened him and was like a revelation.

The tea in Ouyang Rong's hand had already cooled, but he did not put it down. He thought of something and asked the One Finger Zen Master who was bowing respectfully:

"Where did Yu Nianyuan go? Where was Xiu Niang taken?"

Master Yizhi shook his head sincerely:
"Sir Governor, I really don't know, but I saw the second lady bring back a carriage, and Miss Xiu Niang should be inside.

"But Second Lady, before you leave, please ask me for a Soul-Fixing Pill."

Ouyang Rong asked seriously: "Soul-fixing pill? What is it for?"

Master Yizhi sighed:
"This pill is used to stabilize the soul. It is a treasure of Zen Buddhism. I only have one. My master passed it down to me. When one practices the Zen of this sect to a certain level, one can easily 'see' something terrible. One needs to use the pill to stabilize the soul to prevent 'losing the soul' and becoming a walking corpse. However, I have not yet reached this dangerous level. It belongs to the category of the best in Buddhism."

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

"Thank you."

He calmly turned around, walked out of the pavilion, and headed outside, ignoring Fang Yiwu and Mrs. Fang who were knelt and confessed their guilt.

Fang Shengnan lowered her head deeply, and Fang Juxiu stared at Ouyang Rong's slender back with a complicated look in her eyes.

Li Yu followed with a look of awe.

"Ouyang Lianghan, where are you going?"

It was Fang Juxiu's voice that came. This time, it was no longer the somewhat cold tone of admonition as before, but... a kind of indescribable gentleness.

Ouyang Rong did not answer and continued to leave with Yan Liulang and the captains.

Before walking out the door, Ouyang Rong prepared to board the carriage:

"Go to Xunyang Grottoes."

"Yes, Mingfu."

As the carriage was about to start, two footsteps were heard chasing out from the mansion. Yan Liulang reported in a low voice:
"Ming Mansion, the Fang sisters are here with us, do you want to take them with you?"

Ouyang Rong remained silent and waved his hand, indicating that he should ignore them.

Fang Juxiu's two girls suddenly stepped forward and took out a bronze dagger:
"Ouyang Lianghan, I have something to tell you about this Yunmeng Order."

"What do you mean?"

"Jian Ze issued the Yunmeng Order not to ask us to go to Xunyang Grottoes, but to instruct us that no matter where we are, we must inject spiritual energy into it at a specific time."

"What particular moment?"

"It's two o'clock today."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the sky. Two quarter past five was about 2:30 in the afternoon. It wasn't time yet, but it would be soon.

"Infuse spiritual energy?"

"That's right! The holder of the order must inject all the spiritual energy into it. Just now, Master Yizhi was holding the Yunmeng Order, preparing to inject spiritual energy."

After glancing at the serious-looking Fang sisters, Ouyang Rong suddenly took the Yunmeng Order and stared at it.

He first tried to inject a little spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy disappeared like a stone into the sea. After a while, he found that Yunmeng Ling was faintly sucking, as if it was craving for more spiritual energy...

Ouyang Rong tilted his head and looked at the Xunyang Grottoes in the distance.

(End of this chapter)