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Chapter 777: The Dragon in the Palm, the Heavenly Master’s Precepts

Guessing something, Yu Nianyuan looked repeatedly at his seventh junior sister who was drinking noodle soup with her head down, then turned away.

"Ah...ah..."

Hearing the soft voice of Seventh Junior Sister, he turned his eyes back and looked over.

I saw Seventh Junior Sister holding up another unopened bowl of noodles in both hands and handing it to her in a silly manner.

Yu Nianyuan was silent for a while, then his white hand slipped out of his sleeve and took the bowl of noodles.

Zhao Qingxiu discovered that Second Senior Sister didn't seem to start eating right away. Instead, she took some noodles from the bowl and put them into her half-eaten bowl.

Yu Nianyuan also helped her roll up her sleeves and adjust the loose blindfold ribbon. Only after doing all this did he start eating the noodles.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and sipped the noodle soup silently.

She ate faster and put down the bowl. After waiting for a while, Yu Nianyuan also let out a long sigh and put down the empty bowl.

Zhao Qingxiu stood up and groped his way towards the room where the master bedroom was.

Yu Nianyuan did not stop him, nor did he go to help. He just sat in the yard, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The two sisters had some tacit understanding in this series of actions.

After a while, Zhao Qingxiu slowly walked out of the master bedroom with a long cloth bag in her hand.

The rope at the mouth of the cloth bag loosened, and the cloth slipped off, revealing a bronze hilt with dark red blood spots on it.

Zhao Qingxiu returned to the second senior sister with a bronze sword.

Yu Nianyuan glanced at the sky, put down the teacup, and didn't even take a sip of the tea.

"Let's go."

Zhao Qingxiu stretched out his hand.

Yu Nianyuan saw a dragon swimming between her palms, with purple mist lingering around its body.

Yu Nianyuan stared at it for a while, then stretched out his hand and grasped the bronze sword.

The moment when the two women grasped the bronze swords at the same time.

Shifting stars.

It seems like shrinking the distance into an inch, but also like a dream.

Zhao Qingxiu felt like she had opened her eyes again.

My eyes have returned.

Eyes as clear as a stream.

Restore light.

But there was an abyss in front of her.

There was only blood and the dark green color of bronze all around.

Many things are blurry.

But you can still see some things clearly:
In the abyss ahead, evil dragons kept emerging, twisted and terrifying, and the abyss was bottomless.

Above the abyss, there was a small bronze sword hanging upside down.

The sword's edge was extremely blunt and rusty, but it was covered in blood.

I don’t know how much blood of countless lives has been stained on it.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen him.

I have had this dream many times in the past.

I used to think it was very scary, but since I moved into Tan Lang's yard and was enlightened by Tan Lang and protected by the inexplicable purple mist, Zhao Qingxiu no longer felt it was so scary and felt a little calm in her heart.

She looked down and saw a small purple trapped dragon wandering and spinning in her palm, drawing circles in her palm and causing ripples, like stones bouncing on the surface of a lake.

Zhao Qingxiu retracted her clear eyes and looked forward.

All I saw before me were the backs of the ladies.

Standing in place, they are of different heights and each has its own merits.

But the face is blurry.

This time, it was no longer like the last time in my dream, where there were constant terrifying scenes of the Yue girl falling into the abyss.

At this moment, the surroundings were calm and the backs of most of the female monarchs were still, as if they were all looking at the abyss ahead.

However, four figures among them moved.

The figure of a tall female ruler, with hair like golden flames.

The figure of a lady in white, barefoot and tying a bell.

In addition, there are two female monarchs with elegant slanted double-ring sideburns.

These two ladies seem to be of similar height, shape, and movements.

The only difference is that the slanting directions of the double-ring sideburns on their heads are different, one is on the left and the other is on the right.

The four female monarchs, like Zhao Qingxiu who opened her eyes, were somewhat agile, unlike the "lifeless" female monarchs around them who were staring into the abyss ahead.

They turned around, seemed to look at Zhao Qingxiu, and walked over.

Zhao Qingxiu wanted to speak, but found that she could not make a sound.

It seemed that it was not just because she was mute, all the female monarchs around her were silent.

It was completely different from the last time in the quiet courtyard when she entered a dream and broke through to become the "Dream Lady".

This time, the entire abyss was extremely quiet.

It's like entering real reality from an illusory dream.

The realistic atmosphere is dead silent and serious.

At this moment, the tall blonde lady walked straight to Zhao Qingxiu, seemed to be looking down at her, and suddenly reached out and touched Zhao Qingxiu's eyes through the air.

Zhao Qingxiu was stunned and opened his mouth in vain.

I wanted to shout "Big Sister", but I didn't have the voice.

A shadow resembling a candle in the snow suddenly hugged her.

The blonde lady was tall, and Zhao Qingxiu looked extremely petite in her arms.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't move again.

She didn't try to hug him back because she had the purple dragon in her palm and her hands were empty, making her a little clumsy and helpless for a moment.

The lady in white, the lady with double rings on her left side hair, and the lady with double rings on her right side hair all lowered their heads and looked at Zhao Qingxiu's palm.

After a moment, the tall blond lady loosened her arms and cast her eyes towards the trapped dragon wandering in Zhao Qingxiu's palm.

Immediately, she silently spread out her right hand in front of Zhao Qingxiu and others.

There is a dragon on the palm of your hand, its whole body is snow-white.

……

Xunyang Palace. The ruins of the inner house, next to the rockery.

Lu Ya, Cai Shou and Shun Bo temporarily retreated to the field.

After the young man in Confucian robes finished explaining the dragon-slaying technique, Xie Lingjiang, Li Xian and his family fell silent.

Looking at the expressions of the crowd, Ouyang Rong certainly understood their hesitation and misunderstanding.

They looked at the sword case in Xie Lingjiang's arms with some embarrassment.

Li Xian Road:
"Tan Lang, let's talk about this after we return to Beijing. We should leave Xunyang first. We should not stay here for long."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong slowly withdrew his gaze from the moonlight sword in his hand.

He looked around at the ruins where the embers were still burning and nodded slightly:
"Okay, let's evacuate Xunyang City first. There's no rush. We'll talk about it in detail when we get to a safe place on the way."

Li Xian and the others understood the meaning of his words. It seemed that he wanted to leave Xunyang City with them temporarily. Unlike when he first served as the commander of Longcheng, he was conservative and stubbornly guarded his fiefdom... Everyone's face showed some relief or joy.

Ouyang Rong weighed the Moonlight Sword, sheathed it, and did not return it to Xie Lingjiang this time. Instead, he held it in his arms and walked to the side: "Little Junior Sister, follow me."

Xie Lingjiang looked at the back of his senior brother, exchanged a glance with Li Xian and the others, and followed them.

The two brothers and sisters walked away under Li Guoer's gaze.

Come to a secluded place.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but ask:
"Big Brother, do you really want to offer the Ding Sword?"

Ouyang Rong chuckled: "Little Junior Sister, are you reluctant to part with it?"

Xie Lingjiang hesitated to speak, but finally opened her lips and said, "From the looks of Uncle Li and the others, I think they feel guilty towards our eldest brother. As my father said before, some favors are too great and inappropriate."

Ouyang Rong did not comment, turned around and reached out to Xie Lingjiang.

Xie Lingjiang handed over the sword case.

Ouyang Rong did not answer immediately, and suddenly said:

"Why are you still hiding? Come out."

There was silence at the cuffs of Xie Lingjiang's sleeves for a moment, then a small ball of black mist suddenly appeared, and then a small head popped out of the cuffs. The head was dressed in Confucian clothing and its small black eyes first glared at Ouyang Rong, then looked around, as if to make sure it was safe, before hurriedly crawling out of Xie Lingjiang's sleeves.

Ouyang Rong curled his lips and went to take the sword box. He put the Moonlight Sword into it first and kept it together with the newly discovered Red Lotus Sword Seal... What Li Xian said just now was right. It is not advisable to stay in Xunyang City for a long time. This place is too close to the Xunyang Grottoes, which is like a powder keg. It is better to stay away from it first before talking about the "best strategy to slay the dragon".

He raised his eyes and glanced at Miaosi.

The little girl was looking around, and when she saw that there was no one around, she patted her flat chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted to Ouyang Rong:
"Xiao Rongzi, why did you come to rescue me just now? Do you know how dangerous it was just now? The worst henchman in history, no doubt about it."

Ouyang Rong nodded:
"I know. You lay in Junior Sister's warm sleeves the whole way, tossing and turning, unable to sleep soundly. It was really dangerous, and you almost didn't sleep well."

"...?"

"Xiao Rongzi, you are the one who deserves death the most, no doubt about it!"

Xie Lingjiang stopped the ferocious little black spirit from jumping over to scratch the eldest brother's face.

Ouyang Rong ignored it indifferently.

Miao Si said angrily:
"Why would I lie to you? I was scared to death just now. The meeting between the Shangqing Niubi master and disciple was terrifying. The old guy was dead, lifeless. My goodness, even the dead are working hard. These Shangqing Niubi are cruel to others and even crueler to themselves, not to mention our Mojing clan...

"Fortunately, I am very smart and my cultivation is the best in the world. I held my breath and concentrated my mind the first time and didn't reveal any clues. Otherwise, he would have found me and taken me back to the Shangqing Patriarch Hall. I don't want to go there. I heard that some poor black spirits work like slaves there and go hungry for two meals in three days. Niu Bizi is the most evil-hearted person, even worse than Xiao Rongzi, nothing else."

Ouyang Rong glanced sideways: "Do you know how the dead Taoist priests can be resurrected?"

"Nonsense." Miao Si waved his hand: "Isn't it just the Supreme Purity's unique skill of summoning gods? To use it, we just happen to need the talisman painted by Ling Mo. This is also the reason why the Three Pure Ones' Patriarch Hall is targeting us, humph."

Ouyang Rong knew that the little black spirit was in great pain, but he smiled and teased:

"Aren't you the best at raising the price? They need spiritual ink. You should act arrogantly in front of me and threaten them. They cannot be treated with courtesy and be protected by the Three Pure Ones."

"What a treat! I'll let you eat bitter incense every day and produce spiritual ink for twelve hours non-stop in front of a bunch of expressionless Taoist priests. Would you try it? To put it nicely, it's called making friends. To put it bluntly, they just treat us ink spirits as their private property."

After a pause, she muttered again:
"If Xiaoxuan is there, it's not impossible to go with her, but I'm always afraid that Xiaoxuan will be led astray by them and have a cold and serious face in the future. Xiaoxuan has had this tendency before, and she has become a bit old-fashioned and serious."

Ouyang Rong listened carefully and nodded:
"It sounds like the Three Pure Ones are the destination for you Mo Jing. They are where you can truly shine. It seems like you are living too well with me and my junior sister. The food is too rich."

Miao Si said firmly, "No, even if I go to the Confucian Academy and follow a group of old scholars in the Confucian Temple, I will not go to Sanqing. I hate the Taoist priests who don't take a bath. They don't even wash their hands when drawing talismans. Isn't that the one named Lu? He is so sloppy."

Ouyang Rong walked over, grabbed her, and flicked her forehead:

"You still picked it?"

"Let me go! Little Rongzi, what are you doing? Thank you for saving me!"

The little black spirit was offended, his eyes widened, and he started to show his teeth and claws. Ouyang Rong ignored him and turned to ask Xie Lingjiang:
"Junior sister, do you have any left of the three tubes of spiritual ink I gave you for self-defense?"

Xie Lingjiang shook his head a little embarrassedly:
"I've used it up, Big Brother. I didn't use it much on the way to Mount Kuanglu. It was only when Old Heavenly Master Yuan showed up and I helped him deal with the five mid-level pirates that I used it up. Old Heavenly Master taught me a few tricks on the spot. He said that apart from the direct descendants of the Taoist priests of the Three Pure Ones Patriarch Hall, the Confucian Qi Refiners above the mid-level are the ones who need the spiritual ink the most."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Just use it. It's a good thing that you can use it. This is what you should do in special times. If you are so stingy, I will scold you."

Xie Lingjiang looked at his senior brother with gentle eyes, tilted his head and said: "Senior brother, the old master is a good person. He didn't ask me about the origin of the spiritual ink. Miao Si's worries should be unnecessary."

"If he is really as mysterious as you say, and if you have a brilliant idea up your sleeve, then of course he can't escape your eyes. She is just being dramatic and thinks she is hiding well. Little does she know that the dying person's heart becomes kinder. In fact, the old man just doesn't want to argue with her."

After saying that, Ouyang Rong cast his eyes towards the young nun in Confucian clothing who was pretending not to hear and glaring at him.

"What are you looking at? Produce some more spiritual ink."

"Give birth to me, you are such a jerk!"

Unexpectedly, Miao Si nodded decisively, said the most cowardly words in the most ferocious tone, and turned around to hide in Xie Lingjiang's sleeve.

Ouyang Rong grabbed her and stuffed her into his sleeve.

"Where are you running to? Get it from me. I need it as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Ouyang Rong took out the "Zhen Gao" from the sword case, tore off two yellowed pages from the back, and then pinched out a spare clean wolf hair brush with two fingers. He took them out together, put them in his sleeve, and kept them as a spare.

Miao Si's dissatisfied reminder came from her sleeve: "Xiao Rongzi, there is a difference between men and women!"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "With your body shape, is it necessary to be 'different'? Besides, I am a gentleman, so I advise you to be less on guard against gentlemen."

"It is you Confucian gentlemen who need to be on high alert! Well, you have never been to Jiankang City in the Southern Dynasty, so you don't know the perverted ways of playing of some noble scholars."

Ouyang Rong was amazed: "It seems that she has experienced this before. The fairy lady has a rich past."

"Nonsense! I just heard it from others! This is the disadvantage of being well-read. It is easy to be polluted by them. Sometimes I wish I could not read. Those guys should compensate me!"

Ouyang Rong ignored her and pushed her little head back into his sleeve.

"Protests are useless. Let me know when Ling Mo is well. I need him urgently right now."

A certain rebellious little ink spirit muttered a few words, made a fuss for a while, but finally went back to producing ink obediently.

She may be a bully in her own group, but when it comes to the critical moment, Miao Si is still quite clear-headed. If her followers are killed, won't she be bullied by outsiders?
Ouyang Rong prepared to take Xie Lingjiang back.

At this time, Xie Lingjiang spoke:
"By the way, Senior Brother, before Master Yuan left, he left you a piece of advice."

"What motto?"

Ouyang Rong stopped in confusion.

Xie Lingjiang told the story in a low voice, telling the original words.

Soon, she found that the calm expression of the senior brother in front of her gradually became serious.

(End of this chapter)