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Chapter 799 Sorry, I am from the previous dynasty
As soon as the question was asked, the whole audience fell silent.

Including the girl in palace dress on the high platform, who was worried about Ouyang Rong, was also stunned.

Like Nanny Song, Yi Qianqiu and others, he wondered if he had seen it wrong.

Doesn't this fake Ding sword of [Han Shi] belong to Wei Shaoqi and others? It is used as a treasure and a trump card, and even used to fight against [Emperor Wen] and the Donglin Buddha.

Is this... betrayal on the battlefield?

Can you do this?

As for the nonsense about the scholar picking up a "poor scholar", of course no one believed it. However, some people suddenly remembered that Ouyang Lianghan seemed to be indeed from a poor family. A noble son was born in a poor family, so he deserved the title of poor scholar.

Wei Shaoqi looked at Ouyang Rong with an expression of disbelief on his face:
"You are a person with strong arrogance from [Hanshi], but that's not right. You are not an initial ninth rank, so how did it recognize you as its master? And you are so intimate with it..."

The middle-aged scholar who had studied the bronze scroll for a long time paused when he said this. He was stuck and didn't continue speaking. He couldn't help but let his eyes fall on the bronze scroll.

The bronze scroll was seen to be closed and held in Ouyang Rong's right hand. A sky-blue halo continuously leaked out from the gaps of the tightly closed scroll, like a naughty child.

The upside-down sky-blue sword shadow had also undergone a great change. In the past, it was only summoned for routine killings and had no emotions. But at this moment, it was like a child out for fun, circling around Ouyang Rong's body and lingering around the wine jug on his waist, as if it also wanted to drink.

No one expected that this phantom symbolizing the presence of [Han Shi] would have such a childish side.

It can still be so smart and passionate, and pester its master.

Comparing yourself with others will only make you angry. At this moment, this truth was being expressed clearly in front of Wei Shaoqi, Wu Daozi and everyone else.

Ouyang Rong did not open the bronze scroll. In front of everyone, he gently tossed the bronze scroll with his palm, weighed the weight of the sword energy, and said indifferently:
"Not bad, this scroll has been restored quite well."

Upon hearing this, except for Wu Daozi, the person who recast the Peach Blossom Spring painting, who vaguely sensed something, everyone else was confused and even more suspicious.

Wu Daozi frowned and asked, "Are you familiar with this fake Ding sword?"

How can we not be familiar with each other, my ex?

Ouyang Rong did not answer. He took another sip of wine, narrowed his eyes slightly, and smacked the taste of wine in his mouth.

The young man in scholar's robe lowered his head and poured the wine from the jug skillfully. Some wine stained his fingers. He flicked his wet fingers forward and some wine spilled into the air.

The sky-blue sword shadow "whooshed" and passed by in front like a shadow, as if chasing the wine.

As lively and agile as a deer playing by the water.

But the wine droplets passed through the sword shadow, and the sky-blue sword shadow seemed to return somewhat lonely, and then revolved around the young man in Confucian clothes with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

Like a caged bird longing for its old forest, like a fish in a pond missing its old home.

Everyone looked at each other.

At this moment, the ground next to it shook, and the white dragon roared. It turned out that the Donglin Buddha had smashed it into the ground again, creating a deep pit.

There were two huge monsters, one was made of bronze and the other was made of rock. They seemed to be insensitive to pain and neither of them gave in, punching each other hard.

It was like a fight between gods. In the blink of an eye, dust would rise into the sky or the earth would shake.

For a moment, it attracted the attention of everyone on the field again.

The white dragon was smashed into the deep pit and was quiet for a while, as if it was dying. It took a step forward to the Donglin Buddha, reached into the pit, and prepared to grab it. A white shadow suddenly jumped out of the deep pit, swung its tail, and rushed straight to the face of the golden head of the Donglin Buddha. The next moment, it was firmly caught by a big hand of the Donglin Buddha. The white dragon's eyes turned red, and it took the opportunity to wrap around the arms and upper body of the Donglin Buddha.

The white dragon was like a noose, wrapped around the Donglin Buddha and tightly bound its neck.

Unfortunately, the Donglin Buddha does not seem to need to breathe, so this throat-locking method does not seem to have any effect on it.

The white dragon immediately opened its bloody mouth and bit the golden Buddha head.

The Donglin Buddha held up the white dragon's upper and lower mouths with his hands, as if he had mobilized all his strength. His huge stone body creaked, and dark golden Kuixing talismans appeared faintly on his body.

The big Buddha seemed to want to tear the white dragon into two halves.

The two sides tore each other apart and reached a stalemate.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the movement of the big Buddha next to him, put down the wine pot, and suddenly asked:

"Have you used all the moves? Is there anything missing?"

When Wei Shaoqi and others heard this, their scalps went numb.

Someone reacted and looked up at the [arc] hanging high above the main cave.

The young man in Confucian robes had not yet dropped the Ding sword, which was his specialty.

But Wei Shaoqi and his men had already suffered heavy casualties... Not only was Bai Jiao held back by the Donglin Buddha, but Hanshi's fake Ding sword also defected to the hands of the young man in Confucian robes for no apparent reason.

Originally, this bronze scroll was an important backup for Xue Zhongzhu, Wei Shaoqi and others to defend against [Craftsman] Guiqulaixi... but now it doesn't even have this guarantee.

The young man in Confucian robes had a wine pot hanging from his waist, eighteen seeds strung on the palm of his left hand, and a bronze scroll in his right hand. He looked around at the people who were getting increasingly hurried, but when no one responded, he nodded and said:
"No more, then it's my turn."

After finishing speaking, the young man in Confucian robes made a seal with his left hand, and the Kuixing Talisman in the eighteen seeds suddenly expanded. A large amount of dark golden light flowed out from it, surrounding his whole body, as if he was wearing a golden Confucian robe.

On the painting pole of the bronze scroll in the right hand, there are also a few old Kuixing talismans faintly emerging. They look quite old, and no one knows when they were planted. They are hidden in the bronze painting pole. At this moment, the Kuixing talismans are shining with a sky-blue light.

Everyone thought that the [arc] sword hanging above their heads was finished and was about to fall down, and they were all frightened.

Who would have thought that the [Craftsmanship] above was still motionless, hanging high in the air with a hint of loneliness.

Below, the young man in Confucian robes took a step forward with a smile on his face.

Actually, what Wu Daozi said before was correct. The spiritual energy in his Dantian was indeed only of the seventh grade, which was far from enough to use these Confucian arts. He had previously issued the amnesty order relying on this "stolen" Buddhist Dharma formation, which was truly a case of using a little force to achieve a great result.

If you continue to use it, the Great Buddha Dharma Array will eventually run out of energy.

At this moment, in addition to the eighteen seeds of the fake Ding Sword of [Emperor Wen] in his hand, he also had a bronze scroll.

Another large Dingjian formation.

Two large formations in hand.

This time, the young man in scholar's robe was still alone, walking as if taking a stroll.

Before everyone could react, Ouyang Rong appeared in front of Xue Zhongzhu.

Before the snow-white sword was unsheathed, a pair of long sleeves brushed across the chest of the blonde queen.

The sky-blue sword energy poured out like the Yangtze River.

The Candle in the Snow held out for seven breaths.

The proud snow-white sword energy was exhausted.

It was the sword cultivator who asked about the sword, and the young man in Confucian clothes used the same method to return the favor.

Xue Zhongzhu ran out of breath and his tall body flew backwards.

A bloody mist stood between the two of them, obscuring her expression.

Ouyang Rong smiled and grabbed a "wailing" snow-white sword.

The second one is about frost.

Ouyang Rong casually threw it into the bronze scroll, which seemed to be able to hide and store things.

In full view of everyone, he took another step.

This time he appeared in front of Wu Daozi.

He passed by the squinty-eyed old man as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.

This time, no one saw how the two of them took action.

The two figures disappeared for a moment, and the ten-foot space around them seemed to have turned into an ink painting.

Both of them became like paper figures, walking in the ink painting.

The ink-and-wash figure representing Ouyang Rong walked up to Wu Daozi's ink-and-wash figure and tore the latter in half.

Like tearing a piece of paper.

The ink-and-wash image disappears.

The dreamlike ink painting fades away, and everything returns to reality.

At the original place, Ouyang Rong walked out of the ink painting as if taking a stroll and passed the squinty-eyed old man.

Wu Daozi stayed where he was, but split into two, down the middle of his forehead.

But everyone was horrified to see that after the old man was torn apart, there seemed to be no blood or flesh splattering.

Wu Daozi is like a thin piece of paper.

Although it was torn apart, it still had a vivid look, indicating that he was still alive.

The old man, who was split into two, tilted his head in a daze and looked at the back of the young man in Confucian robes.

The surprised people around suddenly realized that Wu Daozi's real body was actually a piece of paper, or a portrait painting.

Not a real person coming.

Before he knew it, Ouyang Rong had already reached Wei Shaoqi's side.

The latter was so stunned by the loss of the bronze scroll that he forgot to move.

Ouyang Rong pointed a finger at his forehead.

Wei Shaoqi was so scared that he took a step back and fell to the ground.

After three breaths, the middle-aged scholar reacted and touched his body with both hands, and found that it was intact. "I said that the answer will be paid."

Ouyang Rong glanced at Wei Shaoqi lightly and passed by him.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from sight.

After looking around, they found that the young man in Confucian robes appeared in the air in front of Bai Jiao.

He pointed a finger at the center of the irritable white dragon's eyebrows.

The originally huge and ferocious white dragon suddenly stopped, and its body began to shrink, and then shrink...

Today, the mythical white dragon has been restored to a white sturgeon, flapping its wings and jumping in a puddle of mud in the center of the pit.

Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Old Yangtou and others on the high platform could hardly believe their eyes. The mythical monster that wreaked havoc on Shuangfeng Peak today turned out to be such a small thing. If it were in an ordinary fisherman's house, it would be stewed into soup for dinner... but today they had to drink a huge pot of it.

Ouyang Rong landed on the ground, smiled and thought for a while, then squatted down in front of the white sturgeon, touched the white sturgeon with his eighteen seeds, and performed a Taoist spell.

Some of the Kuixing Talisman was injected into the belly of this cute little fish.

The next moment, the white sturgeon, which was bleeding from all seven orifices, regained its vitality, and its bronze body began to return to normal, recovering some normal flesh and blood, although its scales still emitted some bronze light.

At the same time, Du Shuqing, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, spat out a mouthful of blood and touched the Yunmeng Order on his knees in surprise.

Empty.

The high-standard Yunmeng Order that belonged to him had been shattered into pieces.

At the same time, in various places in Tiannan Jianghu, Yunmeng Orders were shattered, causing loud noises.

The white sturgeon came to life, and a shadow of a small purple dragon flashed across its eyes, mysterious and profound.

Du Shuqing opened his eyes suddenly, and the dragon-like slender figure of the young man in Confucian robes appeared in front of him as expected.

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked, "Did you help water the orchid on the windowsill of the Meiluyuan study?"

Du Shuqing raised his head slightly and met Ouyang Rong's calm eyes. The sunlight behind him stung his eyes a little.

The young man blushed and was speechless.

Ouyang Rong then reached out and pulled out the bronze sword of his child bride, stuffed it into the bronze scroll, turned around and left.

Du Shuqing suddenly said to his back:

"Ouyang Lianghan, I haven't seen Lady Yue today. The sword she wore was given to me by the eldest lady when she came upstairs. It is used to communicate with the evil dragon. This sword has taboos, and I dare not touch it."

Ouyang Rong paused slightly, nodded, and continued moving forward.

Du Shuqing didn't dare to look at the looks from Mr. Wei, Mr. Wu and others.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the young man in Confucian robes wearing four-piece clothing did not walk towards a certain female monarch, but slowly walked back to the platform.

Only a little light remained on the dark golden halo of the string of eighteen seeds in his hand, as if it had been consumed by this series of attacks.

But no one dared to turn around and run away, let alone go up and provoke.

After all, even the Yunmeng Queen, who had the hottest temper, was frozen in place, unable to move...others didn't have the courage to do so.

As Ouyang Rong walked toward the platform, he took off the wine jug, raised his head and took a sip.

A cloth sword that had taken who knows how long to make hung above the heads of everyone in the audience.

This time, I was truly convinced.

No...something also followed Ouyang Rong.

It was the white sturgeon that had transformed from a dragon. It followed its savior with fluttering feet, as if it was reluctant to leave.

After having a "big dream" today, it seems that it can survive without water.

Ouyang Rong ignored the little guy.

Come to the high platform.

Nanny Song greeted her with joy.

"Young Master, the Saint will surely reward you handsomely! In time, you will be the second elder of the country."

Rong Zhen's ears turned red and his eyes were evasive.

She did not go forward with Yi Qianqiu and the others, but her attention was all on the slender figure returning victoriously.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said to Nanny Song:

"Did I let you swallow that high-quality Qi-boosting pill?"

Nanny Song's expression changed.

Yi Qianqiu and Rong Zhen beside them suddenly turned their heads and looked at the old woman with rolled eyes. They realized that the pill that Ouyang Rong had swallowed as a healing elixir when Nanny Song praised him was actually the Mo Jiao.

Before waiting for a reaction or explanation, Nanny Song felt a heat in her abdomen.

The old woman with white eyes trembled all over and lowered her head in a daze.

I saw a left hand with eighteen seeds on it inserted into her dantian.

Ouyang Rong took out a bloody green pill, wiped it with a handkerchief, and squinted at it.

The outer layer of the pill has melted, but the bulk of it is still there, emitting a spiritual fragrance and a bloody smell.

Nanny Song was vomiting blood, her whole body was shaking, and her face was full of disbelief.

It was incredible that Ouyang Rong would take action, and it was also incredible that he would take the elixir in this way.

The entire audience was shocked by this sudden scene. A Purple Qi cultivator, even though he was injured, had his Dantian dug out alive... This was unheard of.

Ouyang Rong's face was calm. The top-grade Qi-replenishing elixir "Mo Jiao" in his hand trembled violently, and exploded into a ball of dark green mist with a bang. From the mist, a dark green dragon made of spiritual energy suddenly emerged. Its shape was blurred, and it carried all the spiritual mist of "Mo Jiao" along Ouyang Rong's arm and drilled into the eighteen seeds.

At the same time, a strange purple mist that was familiar to Xue Zhongzhu appeared between his eyebrows and also flowed into the eighteen seeds one by one.

The young man in Confucian robes narrowed his eyes and muttered in surprise and surprise: "What is this thing? It can replace the Yin-Yang family's spiritual energy."

All merit points in the Merit Tower are reset to zero.

All the dark golden Kuixing talismans on the Donglin Buddha became dim, as if they had been used up.

The purple mist of merit, the black dragon's spiritual energy, and the Kuixing Talisman all poured into the eighteen seeds frantically.

The young man in the Confucian robe narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, as if he had sensed something, and said with emotion:
"Your name is Emperor Wen, so this is what you look like. Unfortunately, we are too far away to help you. I will help you remove some of the miscellaneous branches and leave only the only fake Ding sword."

After the young man in the scholar's robe finished speaking, he released the "almost completed" eighteen seeds, reached into the instrument case, and took out the third bamboo tube.

The first two were used to steal the Great Buddha Dharma Array, privately build a fake tripod, and prohibit teleportation within a hundred miles.

The third bamboo tube was taken out, and all the blood and ink flowed out.

Condensed at the fingertips of the young man in Confucian robes.

In a flash, a new pardon was completed and shot into the giant Buddha standing not far away, entering the center of the golden Buddha's eyebrows.

When everyone saw this, their hearts trembled!
Almost at the same time, the ground shook and dust filled the air.

The Donglin Buddha, which had been standing still, moved again. Its hundred-foot-tall body slowly turned around, with its hands hanging at its sides. Like a walking corpse, it slowly walked towards the river under the afterglow of the setting sun.

The river water gradually submerged half of the Buddha's body, and the Buddha was jumping into the river.

Yi Qianqiu and the others were all shocked and started to panic on the platform.

The old woman with white eyes vomited blood due to the damaged dantian, and a sharp voice came out of her bloody mouth:
"Ouyang Lianghan, don't make a big mistake! The saint has given you a favor, how dare you disobey the imperial decree? No matter how high your Confucianism is, how can you abandon the moral principles of the emperor and father? Do you want to be an enemy of the Great Zhou? An enemy of the saint?"

Yi Qianqiu was so anxious that he was spinning around:
"Governor Ouyang, if this Buddha is destroyed, we will not be able to report to the emperor. Don't forget that this is also the hard work of you and the princess!"

Rong Zhen suddenly came to her senses and reached out her hand, crying: "Ouyang Lianghan, don't!"

Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing and others who inexplicably "reaped the benefits" were all surprised and puzzled, unable to guess what the young man in Confucian robes was thinking.

Ouyang Rong turned around and calmly looked at the tearful lady historian. After a moment, he turned his head and said to the old woman who had been talking about the saint with a roll of eyes, with a smile:
"Sorry, I'm from the previous dynasty."

The audience was silent.

When they heard the word "former dynasty", the name of the country "Daqian" instantly emerged in everyone's mind... This statement was almost tantamount to open treason.

The next moment, an indifferent voice belonging to Ouyang Rong came out from the golden Buddha head, like a huge bell, resounding throughout the venue, sacred and majestic:
"This dynasty prohibits the construction of golden statues and pagodas!"

The Donglin Buddha, with its back to the people in the main grotto, slowly sinks into the golden waters of the Xunyang River under the setting sun. The Buddha's face, carved in the image of a saint of the time, has kind eyes and a trace of compassion as it gazes straight at the civilian city in the distance with a few wisps of smoke rising from it.

It was shattered into pieces, and the golden body that tens of thousands of civilians worked hard to cultivate day and night was disintegrated layer by layer, turning into scrap iron and rocks that rolled down.
With a loud bang, the golden Buddha head rolled down and hit the river. The river surged and rolled up huge waves.

"what--!"

The old woman with white eyes and a shattered dantian let out a sharp scream.

The huge waves could not wash away the heavy Buddha head, so it was stranded in the middle of the river. For a moment, the river was blocked and the fish gathered around to watch.

At the same time, there were unusual movements in the south, north, east and west of the sky.

On July 15, the third year of Tianyou, at 3:30 pm.

From south to north.

The Jiangzhou Giant Buddha, the Yangzhou Giant Buddha, the Yizhou Giant Buddha, the Bingzhou Giant Buddha, and the Luoyang Tianshu collapsed.

(End of this chapter)