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Chapter 871: Miss Zhishuang who died in society

Xue Zhongzhu's face was cold and a little numb.

I don’t know how many times I have returned to the origin of the Bureau of Inquiry.

She looked up at the tall figure above her head.

Even with the mighty thunder and lightning upon his body, he remained motionless.

In fact, these days, she and her second junior sister discussed taking advantage of the opportunity of recruiting new Yue women to activate the Yangxin Palace once every few years to prepare this trap to trap this person. In addition to wanting to catch him by trickery, Xue Zhongzhu also had some other ideas.

She wanted to see if this guy was as powerful as he looked? Powerful in every way? There were many heroes in the world, but only a few could pass through the Yangxin Palace.

Xue Zhongzhu really wanted to know whether he also had a sad dead end, or mountains and seas that were difficult for him to cross.

This is the irrepressible curiosity when facing a powerful opponent.

It is also a kind of psychological comfort:
Because, if she could see it with her own eyes, even if her escape when faced with his residual power that day was an indelible barrier in her heart, at least she would feel better.

Xue Zhongzhu actually knew in his heart that this was the thinking of a weaker person.

These are the kinds of thoughts that arise when one looks up at others from below, whereas in the past, they were always other people, the men who looked up at her from her feet.

But when the proud head is beaten and bleeding by reality, this idea is like an addictive poison that is hard to quit.

At this moment, Xue Zhongzhu had to admit that he also had a vulgar side.

For those who think highly of themselves, admitting that they are mediocre is a painful and uneasy thing.

But just as Xue Zhongzhu never caters to others, she also never deceives herself.

One is one, two is two. All the principles in the world are very simple. If they become complicated, it is either because stupid people think too much or because of distorted interpretations.

Xuezhongzhu took a deep breath.

Suddenly, she didn't want to do anything and just sat down where she was.

He looked up and silently watched the young man in Confucian robes resisting the lightning.

Strangely enough, this man never looked back during the whole process. In the circular questioning game, Xue Zhongzhu never saw his face.

Xue Zhongzhu gradually realized this and accepted it.

The answer quickly emerged in the mind of the eldest lady of Yunmeng.

Deep down, she had actually been refusing to accept his other identity, not wanting to see the face under the bronze mask that she had seen in Dragon City.

Xue Zhongzhu's sudden movement of restraining himself and sitting cross-legged attracted the attention of Wu Daozi, Wei Xianshaoqi, Du Shuqing and others. However, the situation on the field continued to develop along the original trajectory, and Xue Zhongzhu no longer cared about other people's eyes.

Her face was calm, her head slightly tilted, and she looked over and over again at the back of the young man in Confucian robes standing in front of her.

Her mood gradually calmed down, unlike her previous irritability and anger. Instead, she began to pay attention to some details that she had not noticed before, which were also details that she had overlooked during her first experience in Xunyang Grottoes.

For example, Xue Zhongzhu saw that the cold girl in palace dress on the high platform was looking at that guy with eyes full of worry and reluctance, her eyes were red and tears were in the corners of her eyes, and her hands were pulling the cuffs of her palace skirt until they turned white... Not long ago, she and her companions in the court were gnashing their teeth because of that guy who destroyed the Buddha.

For example, the string of copper coins on the ground.

The total amount was one string of cash, which the guy brought at the beginning, and he also said some strange things.

Xue Zhongzhu remembered what his master had mentioned that year.

At this moment, Xue Zhongzhu was surprisingly calm. He fell into a strange state of meditation in the Heart-Searching Bureau and did not even notice the faint call from his second junior sister from the outside world.

Soon, the thunder tribulation ended.

Mr. Wu took a familiar step back, and a dark yellow earth dragon tentacle also flew over.

All of this fell into Xue Zhongzhu's calm eyes at this moment.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

After a while, at the moment when Wu Daozi burned and activated the Xuanhuang Earth Dragon's earth escape magical power, she stood up in public.

Take a step forward.

Her companions noticed her strange behavior and looked at her with concern, as if they were ready to persuade her.

But this time, Xue Zhongzhu did not step out of the khaki light circle in front.

Her toes stopped just in front of the aperture.

The candle in the snow said:

"Seventh Junior Sister cannot go with you. This is the rule of Jianze and also my responsibility. Seventh Junior Sister is the next Yunmeng Yuanjun. I and other Junior Sisters have worked so hard to maintain Jianze and will hand it over to her. She cannot leave Jianze and go to the secular world to have children. Even if you, Ouyang Lianghan, have a thousand reasons, and even though I respect you as a man for what you have done for Seventh Junior Sister, I will not agree unless you step over me.

“No matter what means or magical powers you used, in today’s battle, I am indeed inferior to you. I am indeed on the run, and I admit that I cannot beat you now, but I will not admit defeat. I am no worse than you, and I will definitely win back in the future!
"And today you took the thunder for me. I will remember this favor and will never forget it. I can promise that if you lose in the future, I will not kill you. At most, I will seal your cultivation and put you in the water prison to suppress you. For example, I am asking Fifth Junior Sister to bring the medicine jade to find your body right now... If one day, I defeat an opponent like you, it will be one of the most glorious things for me!"

The candle's golden hair fluttered in the snow, her voice was clanging, her eyes were red, and she spoke every word.

This resolute and decisive lady finally spoke out what was in her heart, her expression full of satisfaction and relaxation.

I guess even if the second girl, Jun Yu Nianyuan, who is most familiar with her, was present, she would not be able to imagine that the eldest sister would talk so much "nonsense".

However, Xue Zhongzhu only dared to say these words in the self-examination bureau. After she finished speaking, her exotic and beautiful face was still flushed red.

But Kenshin became clear again.

Ignoring the surprised expressions of his companions around him, Xue Zhongzhu raised his head, prepared to turn around, and wait for the khaki halo to end after three breaths so that he could start a new round.

At this moment, she saw a scene that she would never forget.

At the top, the slender figure who had withstood the nine layers of thunder and lowered his head slightly suddenly turned around.

The mask on his face had disappeared, revealing a familiar thin and handsome face.

Xue Zhongzhu discovered that unlike the countless times she had been familiar with in the previous cycle of questioning, "Ouyang Lianghan" just had his back to her.

This was the first time such an unexpected thing happened, as if the dead objects in the painting suddenly took the actions of a living person.

Ouyang Lianghan looked around curiously, as if he had discovered something, and then his gaze fell on Xue Zhongzhu, who looked a little "dumbfounded" behind the khaki halo below.

"Strange, why are you here? This doesn't look like my Bureau of Integrity. After all, this fight was quite enjoyable, and you were the ones who got beaten..."

He stretched out his hand, pointed at his face, and asked her:
"Miss Zhishuang, could this be your conscience-searching game? Why am I also here...wait."

Quickly understanding the situation and knowing where he had broken into, Ouyang Rong looked around and chuckled:
"Oh, so this is the most difficult part in your heart. So when you just talked a lot, were you telling me the truth?"

For a moment, Xue Zhongzhu stood there in a daze, her eyes wide open. She saw a strange look on Ouyang Lianghan's face, as if he was trying to hold back a smile.

The social death at this moment made Xue Zhongzhu's forehead bleed and his blue eyes blazed with fire:

"Ouyang Lianghan! You...you!" At this moment, she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into and never come out again.

Ouyang Rong reacted very quickly. He didn't give Zhishuang, who was about to erupt like a volcano, time to lose her temper. He looked around almost immediately and said casually:

"Alright, I accept your challenge. Unfortunately, I will bring one coin next time to redeem the embroiderer. You should work hard to cultivate and wait in Yunmeng. I won't keep you waiting for long... Have I become a dead end for you? Fine, I will come back to reinforce the seal for you...

"Also, thank you for telling me the reason for today."

"?!"

The Candle in the Snow rushed out of the khaki light circle frantically, but unfortunately, the next moment, everything went dark in front of his eyes, the sky was spinning, and everything returned to the starting point.

"珰——!"

The moment she lost her vision, she heard a dull bell ring.

At the same time, he also saw that the sound of the bell seemed to have shattered the thunderclouds in the fantasy world of Wenxin, and Ouyang Lianghan seemed to have drilled out, like an ancient immortal, tearing open the sky and going beyond the sky.

At the same time, Yu Nianyuan outside was waiting anxiously.

Just now she saw with her own eyes that a ball of white mist belonging to the thief, with the help of the bell sound, approached the eldest sister and seemed to merge into the white mist beside the eldest sister.

Before she could think that something was wrong, the white mist emerged again.

But this time, the white mist on the eldest sister's body that presided over the Hall of Mental Cultivation was swept away by him like a gust of wind.

The spring pool under my feet suddenly began to boil.

"No! He's going to run!"

After using the second-to-last bell to shatter the illusionary white mist on Miss Zhishuang's body and escape from it, Ouyang Rong ignored Yu Nianyuan and lightly tapped his forehead with his index finger.

Originally, the strange white mist in this hall was already on the verge of collapse after he realized the magical power of Emperor Wen and materialized 108 bell sounds.

At that time, Ouyang Rong felt that the distant white fog that trapped his mind would be dispersed in a short while and would not last long. As a result, it seemed that Zhishuang joined in and controlled this strange white fog, which delayed time until now.

At the moment, the awakening bell was used to temporarily confuse Miss Zhishuang's state, allowing her to temporarily leave this palace, while also weakening her control over this palace.

The pressure suddenly eased.

Now, Ouyang Rong only felt that the weight of the white fog in the entire hall was as light as a feather compared to the previous overwhelming pressure.

It felt like he could move there easily.

At this moment, when Ouyang Rong's finger lightly touched the center of his eyebrows, a blue-gold light suddenly burst into brilliance.

The light is like a morning star in the dark night, shining in all directions.

Ouyang Rong made a strange gesture.

He seemed to have picked the sky-blue light spot from between his eyebrows. The light spot turned out to be a sword beam, the sword beam of [Han Shi].

In this scene, Ouyang Rong seemed to have pulled out a handleless [Han Shi] from between his eyebrows.

I saw him using his fingers as a sword and casually slashing the air in front of him.

"珰——!"

Coincidentally, the 108th bell rang.

As Ouyang Rong swung his finger, the next moment, a pitch-black crack that cut through the white mist appeared in front of him.

This space is like a piece of transparent paper as thin as a cicada's wing that can be cut by fingernails.

Ouyang Rong took a step forward and entered the dark rift.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already on the familiar bed.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong's palm remained deeply embedded in the scroll, and he sat upright with one leg crossed. The bronze mask had fallen beside his legs.

The first thing he did was to look around, and it was pitch black all around him.

But soon, Ouyang Rong discovered something was wrong in the house:
In addition to the pitch-black night, there was also something white like white fog that was rapidly spreading inside the house.

It’s a snow-white sword!
It had already left the scroll at some point. Although Ouyang Rong still reached his hand into the painting and grasped the hilt of the sword, a part of the sword tip had already emerged from the scroll, as if it was going to attack the face of the dull young man who had his eyes closed and was holding the sword.

Seeing the strange posture of one man and one sword, if you didn't know, you would think that Ouyang Rong was preparing to commit suicide with a sword late at night.

However, what made Ouyang Rong frown even more was the tip of the sword that came out of the scroll. At this moment, it was emitting a violent burst of snow-white sword light, which illuminated the room brightly, but dimmed again in an instant.

The room was dim and bright, and there seemed to be a dark mass attached to the tip of the sword, trying to suppress the wanton blooming of the white sword light.

However, Zhishuang's sword light was too strong, like an enraged lioness, destroying the thick lacquer that was hindering it every moment.

Ouyang Rong's mind successfully left the strange hall and he reacted to the situation instantly... He looked down and found that the dark object that suppressed the bright sword light seemed to be a ball of liquid ink, which looked familiar.

"Wonderful thoughts?"

"Xiao Rongzi! You finally woke up, hurry up, help me hold it down, I can't hold it down anymore, damn it, it seems like it wants to run away, and it also wants to make a noise to report it..."

Ouyang Rong did not hesitate at all. He took out a sword box from the Peach Blossom Spring map. A sky-blue sword shadow emerged from his brows, replacing Miao Si's natal ink ingot and attached to Zhishuang.

The snow-white sword suddenly shook, and the dazzling white sword light was completely suppressed by the faint sky-blue sword light.

Ouyang Rong let go and opened the sword case.

The snow-white sword flew into it obediently.

The next moment, it was wrapped by countless lightning threads, as if paralyzed, and fell into the box like a dead object.

The sky-blue sword shadow broke away and disappeared into the Peach Blossom Spring picture.

The sword case closed again and fell motionlessly into Ouyang Rong's palm.

After finally surviving this dangerous situation, Ouyang Rong, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, let out a long breath.

"Xiao Rongzi, what do you think? This fairy lady is loyal enough. You didn't sleep all night and kept watch... This fairy lady found that something was wrong with you. And this little Langjian actually wanted to escape. Humph, how can I let it go out and find other wild men while you are away? I can tolerate it as a follower, but I can't tolerate it as a fairy lady!"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong's gaze fell on the little nun in Confucian clothing who was jumping on his knees.

Miaosi was seen crossing his arms over his chest, looking down on others, and showing off for a while.

She confidently stretched out her hand towards Ouyang Rong:

"This requires a reward. I don't want much, just the peach!"

Ouyang Rong:?

(End of this chapter)