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Chapter 796: Scholars "Steal" Emperor Wen
Wei Wu died tragically on the spot, and his white jade Buddhist beads fell into Ouyang Rong's hands.

After saying this, he walked towards Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Nanny Song and others.

After witnessing Wei Wu's tragic death, the few people who were originally preparing to greet him subconsciously took a step back.

Rong Zhen, who was staring at Ouyang Rong with red eyes, was also pulled back by Yi Qianqiu and others.

Only Old Yang stayed where he was, as if he had let things go. He lowered his head and slowly flipped through a Confucian scripture, ignoring the fight outside.

The girls realized something later.

When the [arc] fell and decapitated him, the Buddhist beads in Wei Wu's hand did not have time to protect him with golden light.

I don’t know if I forgot or what.

However, people who bind themselves to the Buddhist beads should be protected by the golden light of the Buddha.

Also, the eighteen-seed Buddhist beads in the hands of the young man in Confucian robes were given by Rong Zhen. There was only one white jade bead in it. Logically, it was impossible for it to obtain so much protection from golden light.

Just now, he used the golden light of the Buddhist beads to immune to the attack of the white dragon, which surprised everyone on the platform.

From the moment the young man in Confucian robes and wearing a bronze fox mask walked into the main cave, every small detail on the scene began to reveal a certain weirdness.

Some of them couldn't help but clench the Buddhist beads in their sleeves, and became suspicious and uneasy.

"Ouyang Lianghan, what do you mean by this? Are you still refusing to repent?"

Nanny Song criticized angrily in a sharp voice, but she paused, held back her anger, and tried to soften her voice:
"I know you have a grudge against Wei Wu, but now we are facing a powerful enemy. This is not the time to start a fight. Don't act rashly. Let's repel these rebels together first."

Ouyang Rong ignored him and walked slowly forward, passing Wei Wu's headless body without even looking away.

At this moment, a strange scene happened, and Nanny Song was choked with speech.

A faint purple-black light flashed across the bronze fox face with only the eyes and lips exposed on the face of the young man in scholar's robe.

Ouyang Rong pointed his index finger at the fox-faced creature’s forehead.

Immediately, the surrounding space was distorted as if the sunlight was refracted.

It was as if a piece of drawing paper was being peeled off from the feet, and the "young man in Confucian robe" was torn off, and standing in its place was the recently dead Wei Wu.

"Wei Wu" is lifelike, with a smile on his face, walking towards the crowd, playing with two strings of Buddhist beads in his hands.

One string is the eighteen-seed beads that Rong Zhen gave to Zhen Shuyuan, and the other string is the white jade Buddhist beads that belonged to Wei Wu.

The white jade Buddhist beads that were originally bound to Wei Wu seemed to sense the return of its owner and lit up with a golden light, as if responding with joy.

The next moment, "Wei Wu" crushed it with a smile.

Grind the white jade Buddhist beads into powder.

Everyone looked surprised and saw him open his palm again.

Dark golden particles rose from the white powder.

It's grains of golden sand.

Seeing these grains of golden sand, Nanny Song and Yi Qianqiu looked at each other, both a little surprised.

They seemed to have known what was inside for a long time, but they didn't expect Ouyang Lianghan also knew it.

"Wei Wu"'s figure was torn off like a sticker, and the young man in Confucian robes reappeared in the original place, as if he was taking off a coat.

Not far away, a violin case flew over and hovered in front of him.

The young man in Confucian robes reached out his hand gracefully, took out a tube of spiritual ink from the box, turned and walked towards Old Yang, and took the Confucian scripture from the old man who was reading with his head down.

"Lend it to me and I'll save your life."

Old Yang stared blankly at the young man in scholar's robe with a somewhat strange smile.

"The junior scholar..."

"Shhh."

The young man in scholarly robes raised his finger to his mouth.

He held the Confucian scripture in his hand, and the bamboo tube opened without wind, and the spiritual ink flowed out and gathered at his fingertips.

I saw a young man in a scholar's robe painting on paper.

It looks like a talisman.

Everyone looked at this scene in surprise and doubt.

At the same time, Xue Zhongzhu and Wei Shaoqi in the sky reacted.

Wei Shaoqi looked seriously at [Craftsman] who continued to raise the sword into the air, spread out the scroll, and began to prepare.

Xue Zhongzhu escaped temporarily, but seeing Ouyang Rong ignoring her and slowly drawing talismans below, she became furious and drew out a sword.

The young man in scholar's robe who was drawing and writing tapped the wine jug with his palm.

The [Craftsmanship] in the cloth sword suddenly shot out.

The Candle in the Snow was repelled again.

Wei Shaoqi quickly used the Peach Blossom Spring Map to help, and the two were held back by [Craftsmanship] for a while and unable to escape.

The sword energy of [Craftsman] seems to be inexhaustible.

He was obviously only a seventh-rank swordsman, but his sword energy seemed endless and even more vast than hers.

Xue Zhongzhu was shocked and confused, and couldn't help but recall the situation when they fought on Dagu Mountain.

It was the same at the beginning, but now he is using it more and more skillfully.

He was even concentrating on drawing the talisman and didn't use his full strength to wield the sword to deal with them, as if he was too lazy to use his full strength.

On the high platform, the young man in scholarly robes suddenly stopped writing.

Holding the Confucian scripture in hand, he turned a page without wind, and the page naturally fell off and flew above his head.

On the withered yellow pages, eight characters were written in blood-red ink:

Kuixing points to the stars and takes the lead.

Everyone immediately recognized that this was a Kuixing Talisman.

It symbolizes the Confucian concept of "rectifying the mind, cultivating oneself, restraining oneself and returning to propriety", and at the same time is infused with the orthodox Taoist belief in the "Kui Xing" star.

This talisman is popular among the people. Scholarly families love to worship Kuixing, burn incense and pray for blessings. It is said that officials and students who worship Kuixing will gain wisdom, intelligence, brilliant literary talent, a smooth career and a rapid rise to the top.

A Kuixing Talisman written with magical ink, with characters like living things, "whoosh" and flew into the string of eighteen seeds in the hand of the young man in Confucian robes.

The next moment, the broken gold powder from the white jade Buddhist beads suddenly emitted a bright golden light.

It turns out that the source of the golden light before was all this gold powder.

All the gold powder is integrated into the surface of the eighteen seeds.

At the same time, the Buddhist beads in the hands of Yi Qianqiu, Nanny Song, Rong Zhen and others began to emit golden light uncontrollably, as if the gold powder inside was moving abnormally.

At this moment, not only the Buddhist beads in their hands were like this, but there were also two other places in the main cave where unusual movements occurred.

One is a golden Buddha head; the other is a lotus inscription pattern on the dome. The lotus in the latter is also golden, and now I see that it is also covered with gold powder!

All the gold fans in the audience were ready to make a move.

The young man in scholar's robe seemed to be smiling, holding the modified eighteen seeds in his hand, admiring this masterpiece that was about to be completed.

Seeing this, Nanny Song was shocked and asked, "You know about secret gold? This is our top secret, how can you be so proficient in it!"

The old woman with rolled eyes couldn't help but look at Rong Zhen, thinking that she was the one who leaked it.

But Rong Zhen was also confused and couldn't help but take out the Jade Maitreya Buddha and looked down. He saw that this fake Ding sword was emitting a strong golden light, and there was more gold powder inside, and it was of higher purity.

It seemed that Rong Zhen was also kept in the dark.

Everyone on the high platform only heard the young man in scholarly robes laugh:
"You call it secret gold? I didn't give it a name, I just used it as a substitute for blood bronze and found it in the North Sea."

After saying this, he turned the eighteen seeds in his palm and said with a smile:
“As for why I am familiar with it, it’s all leftovers from my playing.

"In addition, this new Ding Sword is quite interesting. It's called [Emperor Wen], right? Do you know that it would be a waste of resources if this sword fell into the hands of the Qi cultivators of your Yin-Yang family? Do you know which Qi cultivator's path is most suitable for this sword?
"Forget it, just watch carefully and learn well."

After saying this, the Buddhist beads in the hands of Yi Qianqiu, Nanny Song and others exploded.

All the gold powder began to fly one by one towards the eighteen seeds in Ouyang Rong's hand.

Rong Zhen suddenly found that the light of the Emerald Buddha had dimmed, as if its control had been taken away.

The young man in Confucian robes was still not satisfied. He took a step forward, stretched out his hand towards the Buddha, and grabbed the air.

With a loud bang, the Buddha began to move unusually.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a golden Buddha head suddenly separated from the Buddha's body, slowly rising into the air, shining in all directions. Gold powder fell from the Buddha's kind face, like golden rain, and the gold dots flew into the eighteen seeds on Ouyang Rong's palm.

Seeing this scene, everyone was horrified.

"He's trying to steal control of the Buddha!"

Nanny Song was the first to react, and she stretched out her claws viciously. But the white jade Buddhist beads on her wrist suddenly showed a golden Kuixing talisman.

This time, it was not the young man in the Confucian robe who turned into a shadow, but Nanny Song who turned into a shadow and passed through the former's entity.

"Can what scholars do be called stealing?"

The young man in Confucian robes smiled helplessly, holding Buddhist beads in his hand, and walked slowly forward, ignoring her. This scene looked like he was walking through an old woman with white eyes who looked like a wandering ghost.

The portable Buddha in Rong Zhen's hand also lit up with the shadow of the Kuixing Talisman, and golden light filled her petite body.

The young man in Confucian robes slowly walked past the shadow of the girl in palace dress, came to the bottom of the dome inscription, raised his head and reached out to the lotus inscription on the top.

"Don't destroy it!"

Rong Zhen suddenly threw out the Buddha statue she carried with her, the golden light disappeared, and she stopped transforming and rushed forward.

The young man in Confucian robes kept smiling, pushed away the girl in palace dress, and was about to extend his hand.

"Ouyang Lianghan!"

Rong Zhen suddenly pulled out a hairpin and stabbed it crazily.

The young man in scholar's robe curled his lips, and was about to slap the wine pot to lower the [Craftsmanship], but his palm suddenly stopped in the air, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Ouyang Rong's calm look returned.

An emerald hairpin had already been inserted into her right shoulder.

She was very short, and when she raised her hand she could only reach his right shoulder.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at the area below his right shoulder where he was aching.

Rong Zhen was stunned. He didn't expect that he could get close to him. Just now, Xue Zhongzhu, Nanny Song and others were unable to get close to him.

The experience just now made people subconsciously think that the young man in Confucian robes seemed invincible, and she had never thought of using spiritual energy.

But this ordinary hairpin still hurt him.

Everyone in the audience looked at the bleeding shoulder of the young man in scholar's robe who was standing there quietly.

This was the first time he had seen blood since he appeared tonight.

Rong Zhen suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't help but stretch out her little hand:
"I, I didn't mean it..."

At this moment, in the bamboo courtyard in the distance, Wu Daozi suddenly tapped the air with his paintbrush.

The Snow Candle, which was originally in the sky, suddenly appeared next to Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen as if teleporting.

She aimed her sword straight at Ouyang Rong's face, and even though there was an extra Rong Zhen in the middle, he would also be pierced by Zhishuang.

Ouyang Rong suddenly reached out and grabbed Rong Zhen's outstretched hand.

The two seemed to be holding hands.

Golden light bloomed between their fingers.

The sword-piercing Snow Candle pierced through Rong Zhen's body and then through Ouyang Rong's body.

Pierced two people in a row.

But just as the two were about to separate.

Affected by the extra Rong Zhen, the golden light seemed insufficient. When the Candle in the Snow passed through the back of Ouyang Rong's head, the golden light was used up.

Snow Candle passed through the shadows of the two people, turned in the air, and slapped them with his backhand.

Her fingertips brushed across the tip of his nose.

A bronze mask was knocked off and flew into the air.

Ouyang Rong's hair was loose, revealing a handsome face.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Rong Zhen also stood there stiffly.

She saw that Ouyang Lianghan did not look back at Xue Zhongzhu, but was staring at her, his eyes still so calm.

It was the calmness that she once secretly disliked. She hated that he was sometimes too rational and showed no emotion at all. She didn't know whether he was pretending to be stupid or was really indifferent.

The hairpin in Rong Zhen's hand fell to the ground, and she said in a trembling voice: "Are you...are you in pain..."

Ouyang Rong said nothing.

Gold powder began to fall from the golden lotus inscription on the head, as if it was raining gold.

He stood silently in the golden rain, and the "rain" sank into the eighteen seeds in his palm one by one.

All the gold powder from the fake tripods in the venue went into the Eighteen Seeds.

Rong Zhen then realized that she seemed to have misunderstood Ouyang Rong. He did not crush the lotus inscription like he had just done with the white jade Buddhist beads, but only extracted the gold powder. The inscription with her and his name was still there, but the golden lotus had turned into a white lotus, and the gold powder on the lotus fell like flowers scattered by a fairy. This scene was somewhat dreamy and beautiful.

She looked at the blood-stained hairpin in her hand, and was filled with remorse for a moment. She didn't even have time to care about the broken and ineffective Buddha Sword at her feet.

As if he had gained all the power, the eighteen seeds in Ouyang Rong's hand emitted an extremely bright golden light, announcing something.

At this time, [craftsmanship] comes.

Go home.

Then he would cut off the head of the candle in the snow.

In the distance, Wu Daozi used a red brush to draw a stroke in the air.

Xue Zhongzhu's figure disappeared and appeared in the air somewhere else.

After seeing Ouyang Rong's familiar face, Xue Zhongzhu, who had escaped, froze slightly, staring at Seventh Junior Sister's child husband.

Wei Shaoqi quickly reunited with Xue Zhongzhu, his eyes complicated:

"It's really him, Ouyang Lianghan... Oh no, he got the fake Ding Sword of Emperor Wen! He is the sword holder and now has two Ding Swords..."

[Craftsmanship] Rising into the sky like fireworks, it’s the cloth sword again!

In the distance, Wu Daozi took action again, continuing to paint in the ink painting that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Xue and Wei plan to borrow the old painter's formation to continue moving and avoid [Craftsmanship].

On the high platform below, Ouyang Rong didn't look at them, nor did he care about the bleeding wound on his right shoulder. When Rong Zhen hurriedly tore off the hem of her purple skirt and prepared to bandage it, he turned around and silently stretched out his hand towards the floating piano case.

Today, the second bamboo tube flew out of the piano case and smashed open in the air. A ball of blood-colored spiritual ink condensed on the blood-stained fingertips of the young man in Confucian robes.

He lowered his head, and with his fingertips covered in blood and ink, he gently wrote on the Confucian scripture. It was finished in an instant, and a page of paper detached from the Confucian scripture like a pardon, shooting towards the golden Buddha head above.

At the same time, the string of eighteen seeds on Ouyang Rong's left palm, which had been transformed into a perfect masterpiece, emitted a dark golden light, lingering around Ouyang Rong's entire body.

He climbed up the steps and paced in the air, as if there was a long staircase in the air in front of him. He walked all the way to the top of the golden Buddha head and looked down at everyone.

Everyone saw Ouyang Rong speak with a cold face, his voice was so small that the people below could not hear it at all. They only saw his mouth move, but the next moment, an echo sounded from the golden Buddha head.

The echo seemed to carry the true voice of Emperor Wen, and contained a faint sacred meaning. It resounded in the ears of everyone at the Twin Peaks:

"Within a radius of one hundred miles, all steps in the sky are forbidden, and all escape techniques are stopped."

The next moment, it was as if he was under a tremendous force of gravity.

The nimbly moving Bai Jiao, the flying Xue Zhongzhu with a sword, and the coolly riding wind Wei Shaoqi all fell heavily to the ground, creating a deep pit.

The scroll in front of Wu Daozi suddenly broke into pieces, and his paintbrush flew away, making it impossible to move the painting. With a look of surprise on his face, he suddenly stood up in the bamboo courtyard.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, birds were falling like rain.

Unable to fly.

It is also impossible to teleport using the escape technique.

The whole place fell into silence.

The people who were chained to the ground looked up from all directions, gazing at Ouyang Lianghan, the only person hanging in front of the golden Buddha head high up.

His blood stained the Confucian classics, his words were laws, and his mouth carried the laws of heaven.

Like a Confucian saint.

(End of this chapter)