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Chapter 868 Dead End
The white fog that seemed to be in the main hall was even thicker than the white fog barrier that Ouyang Rong encountered when he entered Yunmeng before.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes several times, trying to wake up and leave, but to no avail.

He simply opened his eyes, and walked silently forward in the white mist for a while with the sword shadow of [Han Shi].

At the same time, I am thinking about the current situation and circumstances.

I was just halfway through my sleep when the snow-white sword suddenly moved. It must have been premeditated, judging by the sudden attack of the three sword intentions.

Besides, one thing is certain at the moment.

That means he was caught accidentally.

Ouyang Rong looked around the white mist with a calm look in his eyes.

This should be a way to lure the enemy deeper, or in other words, it is Xue Zhongzhu and the others' backup plan.

If the three sword intentions come in the middle of the night with the help of the snow-white sword and fail to kill him, then use a strategy and lure him over like we are doing now.

Although Ouyang Rong didn't know what means Xue Zhongzhu and others used to get him involved.

But one thing is very obvious, that is, the person who came has bad intentions... Well, it seems that he is the one who came, but it's the same.

Anyway, this misty hall is not a good place.

It is better to find a way to evacuate as soon as possible.

Ouyang Rong looked up at the [Han Shi] who was following him.

Tried to communicate with the Merit Tower again.

His expression relaxed slightly, and he was allowed to enter the Tower of Merit.

However, the current situation was unknown and danger could come at any time. Ouyang Rong did not dare to enter the Merit Tower or stay there for too long. So, he just took a quick glance at the merit value and came out.

【Merit: 521】

The more than 3,000 merits accumulated these days have almost been used up.

All of them were almost instantly consumed in the fight between Ouyang Rong and the three descending sword intentions.

It’s almost like a great blessing.

Of course he felt a little sad, but Ouyang Rong was not too depressed or regretful. He just accumulated merits and should use them when necessary.

At least the fight just now was quite enjoyable. The almost omnipotent purple mist of merit replaced the Qi Refiner's spiritual energy, allowing him to attack with confidence and gain the upper hand.

I guess Xue Zhongzhu and the others couldn't have imagined that his counterattack would be so fierce.

But now my merits have run out and the blessing bell is not moving.

Ouyang Rong withdrew his thoughts and continued to explore the white fog.

I can only think of another way.

Ouyang Rong remained calm, alert, and walked for a while with his sword.

At a certain moment, he found that the white fog around him began to dissipate, and there was a faint ball of light in front of him, which seemed to be guiding him.

Ouyang Rong walked over without hesitation.

Enter into the ball of light.

The next moment, his vision changed.

Arrive at a place.

After seeing the place clearly, Ouyang Rong was stunned.

……

There is an isolated island on the lake.

The moon is bright and the nightingale is singing.

There is a cliff in the center of the island, and on the cliff stands a large palace.

The main hall looks pure white from a distance, as if it is made of white marble.

The main hall seemed to have collapsed halfway, leaving only a few isolated white jade pillars.

The style is simple and ancient, and I don’t know in which dynasty it was built.

In the moonlight, there is a faint sense of desolation and loneliness.

At this moment, two beautiful figures were standing outside the hall.

Among them, the one who is slightly taller than her is a woman in white, barefoot with bells tied to her feet, wearing an elegant Wu costume and with a gentle temperament.

The slightly shorter one is a woman with a right-slanting double-ring bun, wearing a green skirt, not Wu clothing.

At this moment, it was the latter who looked around and asked the lady in white:

"Second Senior Sister, who is this villain that requires Senior Sister to use the Yangxin Palace to deal with him?"

She sounded curious.

Yu Nianyuan glanced at her and shook his head:

"You saw it during our fight just now. This person is very dangerous and extremely alert. Although the three of us have joined forces, at least his sword power has reached us, but he was able to adapt to the situation and temporarily repel us. He is also a man of outstanding willpower."

The lady with double-ringed temples tilted to the right tilted her head:

"Then there's no need to activate the Yangxin Palace. If the eldest sister goes in to preside over it, won't she also be exhausted... Not only will she trap that person, but she will also be trapped in a prison. Wouldn't the eldest sister also have to go through the difficulty of 'nourishing the heart'? Is it worth it?"

Yu Nianyuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Master sister knows her limits. This boy... is very powerful. Using this method is not just a small test."

"Very powerful?"

The lady with double-ringed hair slanted right side muttered:
"Just now I saw a vague shadow, a young man, like a weak scholar, could he be a Confucian Qigong practitioner...

"Also, why is the sword of the eldest sister in his possession? When was it lost? Could it be the last battle at Shuangfeng Peak? Who did you encounter in that battle? You and the eldest sister have been so secretive since you came back, and Xiaoqi has become like that... Now the eldest sister has even lost Zhishuang. Could it be related to this person?

"But didn't they use a dragon to destroy the Buddha in the battle at Shuangfeng Peak? Is there another expert in the pseudo-Zhou court?"

The woman who seemed to be one of the Six Lady Kings of Yunmeng asked a series of questions.

Yu Nianyuan pondered and said:

"It's complicated. I also heard it from the senior sister. Her explanation was also very vague, but... it is indeed related to Xiao Qi, and the relationship seems to be very important. Only the senior sister knows the details. We will talk about it after tonight's matter is over. The most urgent task now is to trap this kid."

She looked back at the lonely hall and said softly:
"According to the plan of the eldest sister, we don't ask to use the Yangxin Palace to kill this child. If it works, that's great. If not, as long as we can trap this child's Tao heart, that will be enough..."

The lady with double rings on her temples asked:

"What if the eldest sister can't be trapped?"

Yu Nianyuan glanced at her and asked:

"Then why are we here? At worst, we can go in together. No matter how strong his will is, he can't defeat the three of us. Human power will eventually be limited. No matter how powerful a person is, he will be unable to hold his own if he is alone."

The Sixth Lady seemed impatient and eager to try, and urged:

"Okay, okay, then why are we still waiting outside? Let's go in."

Yu Nianyuan disappeared from the spot.

The lady with double-ringed hair looked up and found that the second senior sister had jumped onto the roof of the hall and seemed to be looking towards the north.

The shadow of a three-legged strange bird appeared in the clouds under the moon and flew towards here.

It's a bug girl.

"No, don't go in. I'll stay here to assist you. Wait for the insect lady to come over. You have more important things to do. The senior sister will tell you later..."

Yu Nianyuan's soft voice came.

……

Ouyang Rong found himself in an underground palace.

Familiar underground palace.

There are three familiar figures around.

They are a withered monk, an old Taoist priest in a crane cloak, and a slender girl.

Ouyang Rong came to his senses and looked down. He was wearing a Confucian robe. There was a dull pain on his forehead, as if there was a wound bandaged there.

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized that this was the same situation as when he first woke up and arrived in this world.

At that time, he fell into this Pure Land Palace.

"Boom——!"

There was thunder overhead.

Ouyang Rong looked up and saw thunder and heavy rain outside the small skylight on the ceiling of the underground palace.

A rope lay at his feet.

It seemed that he had just tried to go out not long ago, but was frightened by the noise outside.

"Don't go out and get yourself killed."

At this time, the old Taoist Heqiu in the back sneered.

The withered monk also sang:

“Amitabha, please come back, benefactor. It’s an endless hell outside…” The slender girl hugged her knees and buried her head. Through the gaps between her arms, a pair of eyes looked silently.

She was still holding a sheepskin water bag in her hand, as if she had handed it to someone not long ago.

Ouyang Rong stopped where he was, said nothing, and silently observed his surroundings.

He vaguely understood.

This was the scene that day.

As for why it reappeared...

Ouyang Rong remembered that he had just gotten lost in a strange white foggy hall.

He took a deep breath and looked up at the cave entrance.

The next moment, Ouyang Rong climbed up without hesitation.

The three people behind him all looked at him in surprise.

Even if it happened again, Ouyang Rong would still have to crawl out.

No matter why that strange palace could evoke the memory scenes in his mind, if it happened again, Ouyang Rong would still choose the same path, for no reason!
Just as Ouyang Rong was climbing up to the cave entrance with determination.

"what."

A weak cry was heard.

Ouyang Rong stopped suddenly and looked down.

He was met with a pair of charming girl's eyes.

She is an embroiderer.

She... couldn't bear to let him go.

There was a moment of trance in Ouyang Rong's eyes.

But I quickly regained my rationality.

You can't stay here.

But before he could grit his teeth and climb up again.

The next moment, Ouyang Rong felt the world spinning.

The scene changed again.

He almost teleported to a place that was extremely familiar:

He was in the underground palace, being watched by three people, and there was a violent storm above him.

Ouyang Rong fell to the floor again.

Next to him was a rope with blood stains on his palms.

The old Taoist priest, the monk and the young girl at the back were still looking at him with different eyes.

It seemed as if she was persuading him not to leave.

It was exactly the same scene as before, except it seemed like it had just gone back in time.

Ouyang Rong's chest heaved violently.

After a while, he stood up alone.

He turned his back to the three people, walked forward again, grabbed the rope tightly, and climbed up.

This time, when they climbed to the same height, Ouyang Rong heard that familiar weak voice.

This time, Ouyang Rong did not look back, but seemed to hesitate for a moment.

The scene before my eyes changed.

Back to the way it was.

Ouyang Rong sat back, leaning back, and turned to look at the slender figure among the three.

He simply ignored the words of Taoist Heqiu and Master Seng Buzhi.

Ouyang Rong quietly looked at the embroiderer who had been avoiding him that day but was reluctant to leave.

He understood what was strange about this hall.

It seems to be able to bring out the most vulnerable and hesitant part in everyone's heart.

Perhaps the person involved cannot even notice it, and may even feel that it would be a decisive choice to do it again.

However, the judgment method of this strange hall is very strict. If there is even the slightest hesitation... even if you don't look back, but your heart is moved, then you will fail.

Then we will be back to square one and start all over again.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at his blood-stained palm.

Excluding the weirdness of this hall repeatedly questioning people's hearts, it turns out... he is not as decisive as he thought.

Hearing the embroiderer's weak cry, he couldn't help but feel the waves in his heart.

This is not something that can be overcome simply by reason.

It's not like giving you a simple multiple-choice question and asking you to answer it verbally. It puts you in the middle of the situation, with the surroundings coming to life, simulating the scene over and over again, drawing you into it unconsciously.

And because the surrounding scenes are too real, or in other words, they evoke the most genuine reactions from the bottom of people's hearts.

So Ouyang Rong couldn't deceive it, because people can't deceive their own hearts.

There is no way to be completely rational temporarily like answering questions.

Unless you are truly cold-blooded.

From this perspective, this is a dead end, an endless cycle.

Ouyang Rong looked up at the small but distant hole above his head.

Even though I only tried it twice, I know...

He was going to be trapped.

……

Outside the Yangxin Hall.

Yu Nianyuan has jumped off the roof of the hall and returned to the side of his sixth junior sister.

The bug lady arrived and landed on the roof of the temple where she was standing.

Yu Nianyuan turned around and shouted into the hall:
"Master Sister, what's the situation inside?"

The hall seemed empty, turning her voice into a resounding echo.

After a while, the tired voice of Xue Zhongzhu was heard:
"This kid... is trapped..."

Her voice was intermittent, as if interrupted by something, hurried and full of fatigue.

"You...you come in...for me..."

Yu Nianyuan took a deep breath and walked into the hall under the gaze of his sixth junior sister.

About an incense stick later, Xue Zhongzhu's figure emerged from the darkness inside the temple and walked out slowly.

The woman with the double-ringed hair on her temples slanted to the right came forward:

"Big sister, are you okay? You look..."

Xue Zhongzhu's beautiful face, which was of exotic blood, was pale, with some sweat on her forehead. Her slightly curly blonde hair fell from her temples, covering a corner of her red lips that were pursed until they turned pale.

Xuezhongzhu waved his hand:
"I'm fine! Take this."

"This is……"

The girl in the green skirt approached lightly, took the thing handed to her by the senior sister, put it in her hand and looked at it.

It looks like a piece of glass jade.

"This medicinal jade was originally given to Zhishuang's sword tassel, but it is not important now. You just need to know that it can sense Zhishuang."

Xue Zhongzhu raised his chin proudly and pointed to the northeast, which was also the direction of someone's bamboo courtyard:

"Sixth Junior Sister, take it now, ride on the Bug Girl, and head in this direction. I can sense that this boy and Zhishuang are in this direction. If you encounter a hot medicinal jade, it means they are nearby. The closer the distance, the hotter the medicinal jade...

"Follow the guidance of the medicine jade and find this boy and Zhishuang. First seal the boy's Dantian cultivation, then remove the joints of his limbs, and then bring him and Zhishuang back to see me!"

The girl in the green skirt tilted her head: "Why..."

"No reason, just do as you are told. Don't worry, his mind is now trapped in the Yangxin Palace, and his body is stuck there, unable to move.

"Once you have found his location, you can go and take care of him. It will be easy. I just don't know how far away he is. But it doesn't matter. Bug Lady can travel a thousand miles a day. We will help you hold him back in the Yangxin Palace."

The girl in the green skirt shook her head and waved her fist vigorously in front of Xue Zhongzhu:
"I'm not asking that, Senior Sister. I'm asking why you just sealed off his cultivation instead of chopping off this stinky man's head with a sword?"

She tilted her head slightly, and said in a strange and confusing tone:

"We went through so much trouble to catch this sword thief, how can you be so soft-hearted, Senior Sister? Why are you still keeping him? He should be chopped into pieces!"

Xue Zhongzhu, who had been so arrogant and cold in front of his junior sister, suddenly became silent.

(End of this chapter)