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Chapter 798: It’s not too much for a scholar to pick up a [poor scholar] (Thank you book friend 2017…484 Brother Alliance Leader
The dome of the main cave, below the lotus stone carving.

An arc hangs alone in the air.

Hanging above the heads of everyone in the cave.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the old woman with white eyes finished speaking and looked at Rong Zhen with a smile, the sword had been set up for ten breaths.

Guiqulaixie's sword-laying time is still increasing.

A Ding sword gradually took control of the situation, deciding life and death.

After hearing the matchmaking words of the old woman with a white eye, the whole place became awkwardly silent.

On the high platform, Yi Qianqiu was silent. He knew in his heart that Deputy Supervisor Song was cramming for the exam and had no choice but to cram.

The account they had followed Wei Wu to set up a trap for Xunyang Palace in the morning had not yet been settled, and they were at risk of being stabbed at any time.

Who knows, when Ouyang Lianghan finishes positioning his sword, while reaping the heads of Xue Zhongzhu, Wei Shaoqi and the others, he might also cut off their heads with just one sword, and then he could put the blame on the rebels in Tiannan Jianghu, just like Lin Cheng and Wang Lengran, saying that they sacrificed heroically for the Buddha.

The incident involving Wei Wu just now is a lesson for us.

Deputy Supervisor Song was assessing the situation, because at the moment, only Princess Zhenxian was truly safe. She had just accidentally injured Ouyang Lianghan, but Ouyang Lianghan did not drop his sword to kill him. It was obvious that he had selfish motives. This was blatant favoritism, and anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

While the couple has not yet made their relationship clear, Nanny Song gave a direct push, breaking the window paper and proving her own subsequent value. It should not be difficult for her to survive.

Anyway, as long as Ouyang Lianghan doesn't destroy the big Buddha, he only needs to deal with the rebels in Tiannan Jianghu. What happened in Xunyang Grottoes today can be resolved later.

If he couldn't really bring himself to do it, and his cousin Yuan Huaimin was present, Yi Qianqiu would have joined in and made the same "opportunistic" statement as Nanny Song.

As Yi Qianqiu's rough yet delicate mind was turning a hundred turns in a breath, the old musician and Old Yang both looked a little strange.

They all looked at Rong girl.

Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing and others in the audience could not help but look at each other in bewilderment, wondering how come someone suddenly started talking about matchmaking while they were playing.

Wu Daozi quietly raised his head, looking at the young man in Confucian robes and the golden Buddha head for a while, his sight fell on the golden Kuixing symbol that occasionally appeared on the golden Buddha head, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the [Arc] a thousand feet away that was madly absorbing the literary energy to make a sword.

The Fang sisters, who understood the general reason for today, looked as if they wanted to say something but hesitated. The two sisters could not help but look at the tall back of the eldest lady, as if they wanted to ask whether they should also bring the young lady out to save the situation...

As for Yuan Huaimin, he was still a little confused and looked around.

The glances from all around were like scorching sunlight, making Rong Zhen's whole body feel hot.

She felt that she had never had such a shameful moment in her life. It would have been better if she had been killed by the sword of the eldest lady just now. It would have been more comfortable.

Ouyang Lianghan noticed the golden Buddha head and seemed to look over as well.

The pretty face of the girl in palace dress still retained her original silly expression, but she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into and never come out to see anyone again.

"Eh."

Nanny Song withdrew her gaze from Rong Zhen, who was motionless and had red ears. She seemed to be helpless with this girl. She sighed and prepared to continue speaking.

Rong Zhen suddenly raised her head and interrupted angrily:

"Senior Song, do you want to listen to what you are saying? It's all nonsense..."

The old woman with white eyes smiled and shook her head. The corner of her mouth was bleeding, and her injuries were not light. She casually took out a small pill that looked like a healing pill from her bosom and swallowed it, then asked with a smile:

"My lord, if you didn't care, why did you ask us not to chase after Master Ouyang this morning when he left because of a misunderstanding with us? You even said that we should be careful of the rebels' attack. In fact, my lord was secretly protecting him.

"The same is true for the lotus stone carving above. Our names are not on it. Only the princess and his name are on it. The princess said a long time ago that she wanted to give it to him as a commemorative gift. This gift was almost destroyed by that evil beast just now. It was you, the princess, who risked your life to protect it...

"There are many similar things. Do I need you to continue? Princess, love between men and women is human nature. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Instead, you continue to be so cold and arrogant."

Rong Zhen was refuted and had no way to defend himself.

Under the strange looks from the people around him, his ears turned red.

She swung her purple sleeves and gritted her teeth:

"You...you are talking nonsense!"

However, Nanny Song turned around and raised her chin towards the female officials in white from the Imperial Observatory below the stage.

Previously, they were slaughtered one-sidedly by Xue Zhongzhu and Bai Jiao, and the Si Tianjian and the two imperial guards suffered heavy casualties. Now, only about one in ten people are left who are resisting stubbornly gathered around the high platform. Among them are female officials in white, armored soldiers of the Baihu and Xuanwu guards, and the Wei family's death squad that Wei Wu brought for support.

When Nanny Song gestured to the female official in white, Yi Qianqiu, who had been standing silently behind Rong Zhen, also quickly raised his hand and gestured to the two remaining guards, White Tiger and Black Tortoise, below the stage.

The female official in white and her trusted armored soldier drew their swords in tacit cooperation and helped each other to slit the throats of the Wei family's assassins around them one by one.

A dozen streaks of blood splattered on the steps of the platform.

Nanny Song was hunched over in a white robe, not even glancing at the warm bodies below the stage. She tilted her head and spoke earnestly to the young man in a scholar's robe above her:
"Young Master, Commander Yi and I were wrong in today's incident and have offended many people. We all blame Wei Wu, the running dog, for spreading lies and misleading the people. We were almost deceived by him and dragged into the water. Now Wei's running dog has been beheaded, which makes people very happy... Commander Yi and I have also seen through the true face of Wei and have turned from darkness to light.

"It is also thanks to the princess's good discipline that Commander Yi and I did not do anything foolish and did not cause any harm to the Xunyang Palace. The princess can also testify to this... I hope you will forgive the misunderstandings before."

Rong Zhen noticed from the corner of her eye that Ouyang Lianghan had withdrawn his gaze from her. He stood tall with his head raised and sipped his wine, without saying anything immediately.

Rong Zhen bit her lip tightly and was about to explain something when she suddenly felt someone pulling her sleeve.

Looking back, it was Yi Qianqiu standing behind him.

This female general, who used to have a bad temper and rarely showed a good face to others, now gave her a serious and pleading look.

Yi Qianqiu tilted his head slightly and pointed to the Donglin Buddha.

Nanny Song also turned around and gave Rong Zhen an urgent look.

The girl in palace dress lowered her eyes slightly and pursed her lips.

Of course, she understood what Deputy Supervisor Song and Commander Yi meant.

Nanny Song glanced at the [Arc] hanging high above the main cave and pointed in the direction of the stage:
"Young Master, these rebels must not be left alive. If there is anything you, the princess, or Commander Yi need to do, just tell me... By the way, can you put the Buddha head back under your feet? It's not a good omen to see a Buddha headless. Haha, Young Master may not believe in monks, but I do believe in saints. It's better to believe in something than not to believe in it..."

The old woman with rolled eyes tried to grin, but her wrinkled face and rolled eyes made her smile seem a little creepy.

Perhaps she also noticed this, she restrained her smile, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said in a suggestive voice:

"After we deal with them, the Saint's Buddha statue will be intact. As for the subsequent situation in Xunyang, you are the governor, and you have the final say. I will follow your orders on how to report. I will not be able to escape the credit. How is this?"

Hearing this almost appeasement and compromise, a certain blue-clad constable not far from the stage tightly grasped his sword and sneered.

Ouyang Rong put down the wine gourd and looked at the old woman with a roll of her eyes who was speaking sincerely.

He stepped on the golden Buddha head, a faint smile on his lips, but did not speak immediately.

Below the feet is a seated Donglin Buddha. Its majestic head has been lost and it is standing alone with its fingers pinched in a shape of orchid, giving it a somewhat eerie aura.

Nanny Song tilted her neck and waited for a long time. The expression on her old, wrinkled face was almost stiff. Ouyang Rong still didn't say anything and just looked at her.

Being stared at by the young man in Confucian robes, the old woman with the rolled eyes didn't know why she felt a chill rising from her cervical vertebrae, and even the top of her head felt a little cold.

She always felt that this smiling young man in scholar's robe seemed to see through her, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed like a mockery.

On the other side of the platform, Rong Zhen squatted down and waved his sleeves, collecting the broken portable Buddha statue.

The stunning girl in palace dress seemed to be angry, she waved her sleeves and left, took a few steps towards the stage, then stopped quietly and secretly peeked at the young man in Confucian robes above.

Also waiting.

Nanny Song couldn't wait any longer, and when she was about to speak,
Ouyang Rong's curious voice came from above:

"What kind of Sitianjian are you? Are you a matchmaker?"

Nanny Song suppressed her anger and laughed dryly:

"Ha, Master Ouyang is joking."

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head and spoke in another direction:
"If you don't run now, the sword will fall and it will be too late."

Everyone subconsciously followed Ouyang Rong's gaze and found that he was not talking to Xue Zhongzhu, Wu Daozi or Wei Shaoqi, but seemed to be talking to... Du Shuqing.

The dull young man had closed his eyes at some point, with a bronze sword inserted in front of him. Almost at the same time Ouyang Rong opened his mouth, Du Shuqing's face turned pale, and the white dragon that had been shrinking on the spot next to him suddenly raised its head, and various colors of spiritual light burst out from its body again, as if a new spiritual energy tide was surging.

At this moment, various spiritual energies from various heroes in hidden places in the Tiannan Jianghu were injected into its blood-bronze body through various Yunmeng Orders.

The white dragon was like a drunk person who had sobered up. Its vertical pupils were sharp. It swept its tail on the spot with a "bang", stirring up a cloud of dust.

Dust filled the air, blocking everyone's vision while they were stunned on the platform. They could only vaguely see the bronze body of the white dragon moving rapidly in it.

On the golden Buddha head, the young man in Confucian robes watched the scene with a smile.

There is a blue moon-like [arc] above my head that is about to set.

A dragon head suddenly rushed out from the dust on the ground, and the white dragon shot out like an arrow.

However, this arrow did not fly into the air, but moved on the ground. The direction in which the white dragon charged was the Xunyang River not far away.

There are four figures above the white dragon’s head, namely Xue Zhongzhu, Wu Daozi, Wei Shaoqi and Du Shuqing.

Du Shuqing sat on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, frowned, as if trying to control something. Xue Zhongzhu's figure seemed to be reluctant, as if he was forcibly taken away by Bai Jiao. It might be that Du Shuqing and others acted on their own initiative.

The Queen of Yunmeng turned her head back unyieldingly and glared at Ouyang Rong who was standing on the other side of the big Buddha. Against the backdrop of her snow-white Wu clothing, her mixed-race face was extremely red, as if she had suffered some kind of humiliation.

The shame of running away on your own initiative.

But the mythical Ding Sword and the high-hanging cloth sword were unable to stop it at all. If it continued like this, there would only be death.

At this moment and in this place, you can't fly or teleport.

Bai Jiao took several people with him, rushed to the river bank without hesitation, and swam away.

Ouyang Rong put down the wine pot and narrowed his eyes slightly. A curious voice belonging to him came out from the golden Buddha head, like a loud bell, resounding throughout the venue:
"What did Miss Zhishuang just say?"

Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment. Those with good memory realized that Xue Zhongzhu's last words seemed to be asking him to come down from the Buddha's head and fight alone...

A young man in Confucian robes stands high above the Buddha's head, with eighteen seeds coiled in his left palm. He takes a step forward and walks into a scroll in front of him.

The next moment, he appeared above the white dragon and stood in front of Xue Zhongzhu.

The figure of the young man in Confucian robes seemed to carry a tremendous force, like a nail, nailing the raised head of the white dragon to the ground. The white dragon's chin hit the ground heavily, denting into the soil.

Dust was everywhere, obscuring the view.

The sudden arrival startled Wei Shaoqi and the others, and they controlled their bodies and barely avoided being thrown out by the bumps.

"He's fallen into a trap, don't let him get away!"

Wu Daozi was the first to react and spoke suddenly.

Wei Shaoqi controlled his body, stood firmly, and immediately took out the scroll.

Du Shuqing tried hard to close his eyes and used the bronze sword to control the white dragon to escape.

The squinting-eyed old man waved his red brush, and the dust that blocked his vision disappeared completely as if it was wiped away by a big hand.

Ouyang Rong appeared and stood beside Xue Zhongzhu.

It doesn't feel like a fight between enemies, but more like walking into an old friend's house without knocking, and admiring the distant mountain view side by side.

He didn't know when a bunch of coins appeared in his right hand, and he was throwing them into the air.

In his left hand, he played with a string of eighteen seeds. The eighteen seeds seemed to be coated with a layer of dark gold powder, with dark gold Kuixing symbols wandering around them, looking mysterious and strange.

Ouyang Rong stood side by side with Xue Zhongzhu, ignoring everyone else, as if he didn't realize he was surrounded.

Xue Zhongzhu, who was already ashamed and angry, was stunned for a moment, until the calm young man next to her threw a string of copper coins into her arms, which hit her puffed up chest and bounced off. Her hot temper was instantly ignited like gunpowder.

"Boy, court death!"

A sound broke through the air.

The tall blonde Hu Ji drew her sword with her backhand, and the blade cut Ouyang Rong's face.

But it was all in vain.

The young man in the scholar's robe was inlaid with a layer of gold edges all over his body.

Looking closely, he saw a dark golden light as condensed as flowing water, flowing out from the eighteen seeds and enveloping him.

The young man in the Confucian robe was intact, but the golden light was illusory and he "leaked" through the floor beneath his feet.

Compared with the huge body of the white dragon, his slender body was like a thin needle, piercing through its bronze head and falling to the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water.

The candle in the snow missed the target.

Wu Daozi raised his sword finger and wiped his eyes, carefully looking at the ethereal figure of the young man in the Confucian robe, and spoke solemnly:
"He can't maintain Emperor Wen's magical power all the time! In fact, he only has seventh-grade spiritual energy in his dantian. Apart from the endless strange sword energy of the [Ding Sword], he has been using Confucianism to mobilize the power of the Peach Blossom Sword Formation and [Emperor Wen], just like Rong Zhen and the others just now. It's just that he is better at using the fake Ding Sword than Rong Zhen and the others. I don't know why he is so skilled and skilled that he can concentrate all the power of this Peach Blossom Formation without any waste, and temporarily fix it at one."

The squinty-eyed old man spoke very quickly, and arranged his speech quickly:

"No matter what, the Great Buddha Formation will eventually run out of power. Moreover, a strange no-fly order was just issued. Although I don't know how much it will be lost, it must be a lot. Take advantage of his recklessness and don't let him escape! I will seal the scroll, and you can kill him after exhausting his golden light!"

Wu Daozi sat cross-legged next to Du Shuqing, holding a paintbrush and closing his eyes, writing and drawing in the air in front of him.

Above the giant Buddha, a stolen scroll began to tremble, as if some kind of struggle was taking place.

The white dragon swung its tail like a dragon, sweeping past Ouyang Rong's so-called position, still passing through the shadow.

However, this time, Bai Jiao... or Du Shuqing had learned his lesson and followed Wu Daozi's instructions. Bai Jiao's bronze body shrank and surrounded the young man in Confucian robes in the center. The golden shadow on the young man in Confucian robes had to remain unchanged, otherwise the shadow would end and his flesh and blood would be embedded in the bronze!

Xue Zhongzhu drew his sword and walked out, blocking Ouyang Rong's surroundings.

Wei Shaoqi also sighed, holding the bronze scroll and silently reciting the sword formula.

The next moment, sky-blue sword energy overflowed from the ink paintings of peach trees, boats, farmhouses, and young children on the paper.

A vague and illusory sword shadow slowly rose from the paper.

I couldn't see what the sword looked like, I just vaguely saw that it had no handle.

The sky-blue sword shadow hung high above Ouyang Rong's head.

There is a tripod sword three feet above your head.

There was also the white dragon strangling and entangled him, and with the domineering sword energy of Xue Zhongzhu blocking all around, the golden light on Ouyang Rong's body was rapidly consumed.

I saw the Kuixing Talisman on the golden Buddha head in the distance constantly appearing and disappearing.

It seems to be endless, but in fact it is decreasing.

After observing this scene, Wei Shaoqi and others showed joy on their faces. Wu Daozi also breathed a sigh of relief and became somewhat calm. He looked at Ouyang Rong with more determination.

Xue Zhongzhu's sword energy became stronger, and his eyes were fixed on the center of the bronze dragon's body, waiting for Ouyang Rong to be unable to hold back and end Huaxu's escape.

Under the vision full of bronze crushing, the young man in Confucian robes raised the corner of his mouth, raised his left palm holding the eighteen seeds, and lightly snapped his fingers.

"Boom——!"

The next moment, there was an unusual movement from the direction of the main cave, accompanied by a snap of fingers.

Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu and others on the high platform, who were looking concerned, suddenly found that rocks were falling off behind them and dust was everywhere.

The rolling dust only covered His bare feet.

In front of the cliff at the deepest part of the main grotto, a headless giant Buddha that had been sitting for a long time slowly stood up. He put down his orchid fingers that were raised in his palm, hugged the golden Buddha head in the air, and installed it on the place where his own head was broken.

The body and head are combined.

The Donglin Buddha walked down from the lotus platform, stepped over the heads of the tiny people like Rong Zhen, and left the main cave and walked towards the river as everyone on the platform stared in amazement.

In the warm yellow sunlight of the afternoon, the giant Buddha is a hundred feet tall, with kind eyes and a solemn appearance.

He walked to the white dragon, grabbed its seven inches, lifted it high, and punched it, smashing the white dragon into the ground.

The Buddha beat the dragon... If there were any monks present at this moment, they would surely be horrified when seeing this outrageous scene.

Wu Daozi and the others had no time to be surprised. They seized the opportunity and tacitly did not give Ouyang Rong a chance to rest. They attacked one after another to consume the golden light of [Emperor Wen].

The white sword energy of the Snow Candle was like a heavy snowfall, continuously brushing over Ouyang Rong's position, making the golden light on the latter's body unable to stop.

When she ran out of breath, Wei Shaoqi took over and the sword layout of the Peach Blossom Spring scroll was completed.

There was a sky-blue sword shadow hanging above the head of the young man in Confucian robes, about to fall.

Ouyang Rong suddenly made a strange move:
After putting away the eighteen seeds, the Kuixing talisman disappeared and the golden light on the whole body faded away.

The sky-blue sword shadow fell towards his hair crown.

Ouyang Rong did not raise his head, but looked straight ahead. He took off the wine gourd in silence, raised his head and took a sip. He seemed to mutter something in his mouth:
"I have no interest in worldly things, my nature is to love hills and mountains."

The tip of a sky-blue sword paused one centimeter in front of the dark pupil of the young man in Confucian robes who was drinking.

Wei Shaoqi, who was controlling the only fake Ding sword of [Hanshi], suddenly opened his eyes. His face was a little confused at first. The next moment, he seemed to feel something and his face was full of horror.

In full view of everyone, the bronze scroll in Wei Shaoqi's hand suddenly shot out and flew into the hands of the young man in Confucian robes. The latter did not catch it because he had been drinking, and it fell at his feet.

The whole scene looked as if Wei Shaoqi had taken the initiative to throw the Peach Blossom Spring painting out. Everyone looked at Wei Shaoqi in surprise and doubt, and Wu Daozi also showed an expression of disbelief on his face.

The young man in Confucian robes put down the wine jug, bent down to pick up the bronze scroll, weighed it in his palm, and nodded with some satisfaction.

He turned around, brushed off the dust on the bronze scroll, and said to everyone in a serious tone:

"For a scholar, it's not too much to pick up a few [poor scholars], right?"

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(Thanks to the book friend 20170429160217484 for being the leader! Brother is awesome, woohoo Xiaorong sticks up or2)

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