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Chapter 794: Buying a Virgin with One Dollar
The main cave on the north bank of Shuangfengjian.

From the ferry on the north bank to the main cave, there are broken limbs, torn armor and bloody clothes all the way.

Most of the cliff that the Donglin Buddha leaned against collapsed and cracked. The golden Buddha looked a little dim at this moment, leaving only some golden afterglow on the high platform below, covering the seriously injured and gasping people.

Most of the White Tiger Guards and female officials in white, who were not protected by the golden light, had been killed or wounded, and were defending the platform with their last stand... This was the last defensive force.

The dark golden Buddha sat alone in the same place. Even without the support of the cliff behind it, it still stood firm.

This is due to both the protection of Emperor Wen's magical power to transform reality into illusion, and the excellent workmanship and materials used in the Donglin Buddha itself.

It can be imagined that Ouyang Lianghan and Jiangzhou Hall have never cut corners and have always used the most exquisite craftsmen and technology to cast.

However, no one paid attention to this at the moment. All eyes in the audience were on the white dragon flying in the clouds and the tall and blonde Hu Ji.

Xue Zhongzhu stood on the ferocious head of the white dragon, looking down at the creatures below with coldness and indifference, like a legendary goddess.

On the dome behind the woman and the dragon, there is a picture of a blooming lotus with an inscription on it, serving as the background.

After Xue Zhongzhu said coldly that the person holding the hairpin would not be killed, the whole place fell into a brief silence.

On the high platform, Rong Zhen, who had just been helped up by Yi Qianqiu, had a palm-sized pale face that was flushed red.

Feeling everyone's gazes silently directed at the mandarin duck jade hairpin in her hair, the girl in palace dress was filled with shame and indignation. She suddenly raised her hand to pull out the hairpin and held it high up as if she was going to throw it hard on the ground. However, at the moment when her hand holding the hairpin was about to drop, she suddenly slowed down. Finally... she stuffed the mandarin duck jade hairpin hard into her sleeve.

Without the only hairpin to restrain her, her black hair fell on both sides of her shoulders. Rong Zhen pushed Yi Qianqiu and Nanny Song away, raised her little face, glared at the "Dragon Girl" and Bai Jiao in the air, and shouted hoarsely in her originally clear voice:

"Nonsense! I haven't lost yet! I don't need your hypocritical charity. It's still unknown who will walk out alive. It all depends on your ability! You are so mean to use your tongue to disturb my morale."

The corners of Xue Zhongzhu's lips twitched slightly.

At this time, Wei Shaoqi, who was far away on the top of Nanfeng Mountain, came like a light feather, flew into the main cave, and came to Xue Zhongzhu. There was an open picture of Peach Blossom Spring floating beside him.

Today, he witnessed the mythical creature White Dragon, saw the mighty Golden Buddha, and watched up close the dazzling fight between two top-grade Qigong practitioners.

The remaining court officials in the main cave were already exhausted, and they were not surprised to see the middle-aged scholar flying in the air.

Although riding the wind is the privilege of top-grade Qi-refining masters.

Far away on the top of Nanfeng Mountain on the south bank of Shuangfeng Peak, after Wei Shaoqi left, Wu Daozi was holding a red brush and a painting of Shuangfeng Peak in ink in front of him. The old man turned around and asked Yuan Huaimin with a smile:
"Little Huaimin, do you want to fly?"

Yuan Huaimin shrank back and couldn't help but glance at Wei Shaoqi who was meeting Xue Zhongzhu in the main cave on the scroll in front of Mr. Wu.

Just now when Wei Shaoqi was still here, Mr. Wu inexplicably took out a red brush and tapped the little figure belonging to Wei Shaoqi on the scroll.
Immediately, the little figure in the ink painting flew to the North Bank Grotto as light as a feather, as if the finishing touch was added. The real Wei Shaoqi also floated in the air as if he had lost weight, carrying the scroll of the Peach Blossom Spring and flying to the main grotto on the North Bank.

The movements are synchronized and exactly the same.

Yuan Huaimin could not help but look at the painting of the Twin Peaks. Although the mountains, rivers and figures on it were all in ink painting style, they all seemed to have intelligence and were vivid at this moment. The painting changed along with the changes in the figures and scenery in reality.

Speaking of which, this piece of drawing paper was originally prepared by Yuan Huaimin, who planned to use it to copy a tribute painting and present it to the Empress of Luoyang today. This was also Qiu Niang's arrangement.

As a result, it was taken by Mr. Wu, who not only painted the scenery of Shuangfeng Peak in detail, but also injected spirituality into it, bringing it to life, making it extremely mysterious.

At this moment, without waiting for Yuan Huaimin to answer, Wu Daozi smiled calmly, drew a red circle with a vermilion brush, and then touched the little figures of Yuan Huaimin and Du Shuqing in the scroll with the tip of the brush.

"Cold."

The old man smiled and uttered two words softly.

In reality, Yuan Huaimin suddenly felt that he had left the ground and was so light that a gust of wind could blow him away.

He turned around and saw that his companion Du Shuqing next to him was the same.

The two seemed to have obtained the authority to fly in the air here "Ling Ran Shan Ye".

"I have marked this place, and outsiders cannot enter. Little Huaimin can wait here and accompany Young Hero Du. I will go and say goodbye to my old friend and return. As for your good friend Ouyang Lianghan, it seems that he is not at Shuangfeng Peak for the time being. Only your cousin Yi Qianqiu is here. After seeing off your old friend and the eldest lady having fun, I will bring her here. You can take the others away. If you see Ouyang Lianghan later, I will also help you protect him...as a thank you for borrowing the painting today."

Wu Daozi put down his red brush, put his hands behind his back again, and walked into the painting of the Twin Peaks in front of him.

Even though it was not the first time he had seen this scene, Yuan Huaimin was still somewhat dazed; Du Shuqing on the side still had his eyes closed, with a bronze sword hanging in front of him, and he seemed to be immersed in it.

At the same time, in the main cave on the north bank.

The towering Buddha sat alone, helpless. The atmosphere inside and outside the platform below was dead silent. The sound of the piano from the bamboo forest was still there, but the golden light emitted by the Donglin Buddha was getting fainter and fainter, like the setting sun.

Under the dome, Xue Zhongzhu stood on the white dragon's head motionless. The white dragon also did not attack the big Buddha and the platform again, nor did it continue to consume the large Buddha statue formation.

A woman, a dragon and a sword, just waiting quietly.

Wei Shaoqi, who came with the painting, glanced at the people on the platform below, and then looked at the big Buddha with dim golden light.

"That was a good opportunity just now. Why didn't Your Excellency the Great Lady capture the Immortal Princess? Did she come to you on her own initiative and you were afraid there was a trap?"

Xue Zhongzhu did not answer. Wei Shaoqi glanced at the lotus inscription pattern on the dome above and continued in a gentle voice:

"But it seems that Zhenxian County Lord cares a lot about this map. She was just fighting with me at a critical moment. It was so important that she was eager to get out..."

Wei Shaoqi shook his head in some confusion.

Because the caves in the mountain were easily responsive, his voice was heard throughout the place.

Rong Zhen stared at Wei Shaoqi with his red eyes, as if he wanted to eat him.

Xue Zhongzhu raised his chin, looking a little cold and arrogant:
"It's not just because Xiao Qi is kindhearted and compassionate. Don't forget what we are here for today. It would be too boring to just destroy a Buddha statue and kill a few court lackeys."

Everyone heard the tall blond Hu Ji say with a regretful tone:
"It's a pity that Zhang Shixiu passed away early. Didn't he always like to ask me and us how to preserve Yunmeng's reputation and dignity at the same time? Now is a good opportunity for him to take a good look, but it's a pity that he is gone."

Wei Shaoqi nodded helplessly:

"Yes, the eldest lady is right."

Xuezhongzhu suddenly said downwards:
"After preparing for so long, is this all you have? If you have any new tricks, try them out. Don't dawdle. I'm very busy."

Yi Qianqiu's eyes were wide open with anger, Wei Wu's face was gloomy, and Old Yang's wrinkled face was a little numb.

Rong Zhen held the white jade Buddhist beads in his hand, lowered his head and stared at them silently, his face could not be seen clearly.

Nanny Song looked rather disheveled, with her white hair disheveled and her purple gold palace dress torn and tattered. The Han-style palace lantern had fallen askew to the ground, with the candle flame about to go out, like a candle in the wind.

The old woman with a white eye covered the wound on her right shoulder with her right hand. The injury was serious, but the bleeding had stopped. Some strange dark blue patterns could be faintly seen on the wrinkled skin at the wound.

She covered the pattern with her palm, rolled her eyes up, and stared at Xue Zhongzhu and Wei Shaoqi who had the upper hand. Her face was gloomy, and she said nothing, and no one knew what she was thinking.

No one refuted Xue Zhongzhu's words for a while.

Wei Shaoqi couldn't help laughing.

Because he knew that the eldest lady's words were not just some insulting remark to show off, she really meant it.

Wei Shaoqi clearly remembered that when Zhang Shixiu questioned him face to face and said "it's difficult to preserve your reputation", the answer of this extremely proud lady was very simple.

To sum it up, it’s just three words: run over it.

Yunmeng wants both face and substance. It's very simple. Just run over it, just like a wheel on the roadside running over an ant casually. With unstoppable force, he will suppress the whole audience!
It would be better to let the court do its utmost to prepare, give them enough time, and then the Queen and the others will come and crush them like a landslide.

Only in this way can Yunmeng's face and dignity be preserved. Only in this way can the pseudo-Zhou court be truly hurt and frightened, be deeply wary, and remember clearly who has the final say in the Tiannan world.

It's so simple and crude.

Including today, the imperial court was fully prepared and had a huge army to defend, but these "Tiannan Jianghu rebels" only came with four people, plus a white dragon, and they managed to escape such a situation.

There is nothing more intimidating than a situation where there is a huge disparity in strength and manpower but the winner and loser are both on the same level...

This is the face that Yunmeng Jianze wants to gain.

Xue Zhongzhu's eyes were cold and he ignored everyone. He waited for a moment, and his gaze fell slightly on one of his defeated men on the platform.

The strange green Taoist pattern revealed on Nanny Song’s broken right shoulder did not escape her eyes.

Xue Zhongzhu's originally dull look suddenly showed some interest.

Deliberately waiting.

At this moment, Yi Qianqiu, who was standing on the high platform with an angry look, suddenly took off the silver-white tiger mask, crushed it with one hand, and a ball of silver light lit up in her palm.

At the same time, something strange happened.

The white fog that originally covered the two sides of the Twin Peaks suddenly gathered madly towards the main cave.

Originally, these white mists were not going to enter the main cave, but at this moment, they rushed in like crazy, and the white mist on the river was being drained away.

The main grotto was filled with grayish white mist.

The Snow Candle in mid-air and Wei Shaoqi's vision were completely obscured.

The white fog was so thick that the two people who were so close couldn't even see each other clearly.

Not to mention the view of the high platform and the big Buddha below.

Xue Zhongzhu tilted his head slightly, and the white dragon under his feet suddenly sank. It dived into the thick fog sea below alone and started to rush around.

Apart from the sound of rocks and ground breaking, there was no other sound.

The white dragon was so ferocious, like a stone sinking into the sea, and nothing was gained.

Xue Zhongzhu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Wei Shaoqi was also a little surprised.

Not far away, in a small courtyard in a bamboo forest, a smiling old man pushed the door open, walked to the opposite side of an old musician, and sat down again.

The old musician lowered his head and played the piano, ignoring the visitor.

Wu Daozi looked at the man and his zither and asked curiously:
"Why don't you leave now? It's too late. If it weren't for me, the eldest lady would have come to take your head off."

He twirled a red pen between his fingers and admitted with a smile:

"But it is precisely because of my presence that no matter where you hide, they can move over and behead you. Run away and stop doing useless things. It is not worth it for those good-for-nothings."

The old musician corrected him earnestly: "It's not for them, it's for myself."

Wu Daozi suddenly turned his head, glanced outside the courtyard, and said with a smile;

"You're stalling for time again. Is this formation from the White Tiger Guard? Interesting. Who were you originally planning to deal with? Just like your piano playing, it's all in vain.

"It's an eyesore, move away."

The squinty-eyed old man raised the red pen in his hand and drew a circle in the air in front of him.

The sea of ​​fog in the main cave disappeared instantly.

At the same time, at the top of Nanfeng Mountain, Yuan Huaimin suddenly widened his eyes. In the ink painting of the Twin Peaks hanging in front of him, a cloud of white mist suddenly appeared, obscuring the Twin Peaks in the painting.

But in reality, the white fog on both sides of the Twin Peaks, including the main grotto, disappeared completely. They were all moved into the painting by the old painter.

The main grotto lost its white mist, and the Donglin Buddha and the high platform beneath its feet reappeared.

The situation on the platform has changed a little.

Wei Wu stood respectfully behind Rong Zhen, who was much shorter than him. He took something out of his arms and handed it over solemnly.

Yi Qianqiu, Nanny Song, and Old Yang gathered the girl in purple palace attire in the center, guarding her secretly.

Old Yang wet his fingers with saliva, lowered his head and quickly flipped through the Confucian scriptures.

Yi Qianqiu stood in front, leaning on a silver spear. His mask was broken, but his tiger face had regained some color. He was chewing something in his mouth, which looked like some kind of healing and qi-replenishing elixir.

The white robe cape on her back disappeared and was wrapped around the white-eyed old woman next to her.

Nanny Song had a hunched back, wrapped tightly in a bloodstained white robe to cover the wound on her shoulder. In her hand was a Han-style palace lantern, the flame of which had recovered a little, illuminating the old woman's wrinkled face, which looked somewhat eerie, especially when combined with her pair of upward-rolled eyes, staring straight at the two people and the dragon above.

Wei Shaoqi narrowed his eyes slightly, his intuition told him that the deputy director of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, who was considered "an old thief who refuses to die", was emitting an aura that was vaguely dangerous, like... some kind of deathly aura.

The degree of danger is even greater than when they just fought.

Rong Zhen was dressed in purple, with her three thousand black hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall. The bloodstains at the corners of her lips had been wiped, and her originally pink lips were now as red as ripe cherries.

At this moment, she listened to Wei Wu's words silently, and silently took the thing he handed to her solemnly. Turning back, Rong Zhen's dark eyes looked coldly at the confidant of King Wei behind her, who lowered his head.

It could be vaguely seen that what she received was a ball of red cloth, wrapping something.

Xue Zhongzhu put his hands behind his back and looked down.

Seeing that Rong Zhen and the others seemed to have finished their preparations, he spoke calmly:
"That's right, don't keep it to yourself. If you have any tricks, use them all before you die."

Rong Zhen ignored him coldly and quietly opened the red cloth bag. When the red cloth was peeled off, a dark green one was revealed.

It is a very rare jade Maitreya Buddha, which is round and dark green, and looks rich and festive.

This item is also called "portable Buddha" and is very popular among the ladies in Luoyang. It is said that carrying it with you can protect you from danger.

After receiving the real and only fake Ding Sword, the palace-dressed girl, who had experienced the "greatest sorrow" today, felt her chest heave for a while. She turned sideways and bowed earnestly in the direction of the bamboo forest:
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Yu. I will leave this to you. According to the agreement, you can return home. Please forgive me for Senior Song's harsh demands. I will take charge of this matter. Please leave quickly. What follows is a matter between me and the rebels in Tiannan, which has nothing to do with you."

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and a faint sigh of an old man could be heard.

In the bamboo courtyard, the old musician paused while playing the zither, looked up and said, "I can go now. You don't have to worry about the others, but don't hurt Rong. I will take her away."

"Let's release one here, let's release one there, let's just go home today."

Wu Daozi smiled and squinted his eyes and said:

"Her last name is Wei."

The old musician was silent.

On the high platform of the main grotto, Rong Zhen's eyes were red, he was clenching a jade Maitreya Buddha, and his sleeves were fluttering.

In an instant, three different giant Buddha phantoms appeared in three directions of the main grotto. Together with the Donglin Buddha whose golden light had rekindled, they surrounded the white dragon from all sides: east, south, west, and north.

Xue Zhongzhu nodded with satisfaction: "Finally here."

The white dragon under her feet had cold pupils as it looked at the four giant Buddhas. Then, the white dragon carrying the "Dragon Girl" swooped down like a meteorite.

"boom--!"

The huge crash was deafening.

It was truly earth-shaking.

The next moment, the sound of piano came from the four giant Buddhas.

A golden sword light descended upon the Xunyang Grottoes from thousands of miles away along with the sound of the piano.

A touch of azure fell from the sky, as if the paint in the blue sky had faded.

Wei Shaoqi laughed: "Princess Zhenxian, your opponent is me, don't be distracted."

Under the blue sky and above the white clouds, [Han Shi] and [Emperor Wen] collided with their swords.

Xue Zhongzhu and Bai Jiao fought against the four giant Buddhas.

The former can fly in the air, so he is at ease and becomes more courageous as the battle goes on.

But the Buddha remains stationary.

On the high platform, except for Nanny Song who could fly, Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and Old Yang were unable to get into the air and had no chance to escape. All the archers in the surrounding high-rise buildings had been killed by the claws of the white dragon. Everyone could only let Xue Zhongzhu roam freely above.

Completely lost air superiority.

What’s worse is that after only ten breaths, the four phantoms gradually dimmed.

There was blood oozing from the corners of Rong Zhen's lips and his face was pale.

Still can’t hold on?

Seeing this, everyone on the platform looked solemn again.

Xue Zhongzhu seemed to feel bored, and began to wander around the platform with Bai Jiao, slaughtering the female officials and soldiers around the platform who were not temporarily protected by the golden light one by one.

The hunter in the sky and the prey on the ground, this scene is like an eagle hunting a rabbit in the wild, easy and carefree.

For a time, the platform was stained with blood, and the number of people on the court side became fewer and fewer.

"That's it."

The tall blonde Hu Ji spoke in an elegant manner that was somewhat stiff and full of sarcasm. However, what made Yi Qianqiu, Wei Wu and the others tremble all over was that they could vaguely realize that she did not mean it, but really meant it and had a really low emotional intelligence.

Compared with the enemy's sarcasm and indifference, what is more annoying is the enemy's indifferent attitude.

This is especially true for those who are equally arrogant.

On the high platform, someone's eyes gradually became filled with despair.

Nanny Song's face was uncertain. She put out her hand to cover the lines on her right shoulder. At the same time, her other hand reached into her sleeve to feel for a green pill.

Xue Zhongzhu allowed the white dragon to slaughter him, and his emerald eyes glanced at the old woman with white eyes who seemed insignificant after being injured on the high platform, as if he was waiting for some kind of counterattack.

Just when the golden light of the four giant Buddhas was about to run out.

Suddenly, a lone boat came on the river behind us.

The lone boat docked at the broken ferry on the north bank, and a group of people got off. Among them, a young man in Confucian robes walked forward alone, while the accompanying captain of the police in blue and a pair of sisters stayed where they were, watching him off with complicated eyes.

In mid-air, Xue Zhongzhu and Wei Shaoqi stopped and turned around, their eyes narrowed.

On the high platform, Yi Qianqiu, Nanny Song and others were stunned and looked sideways.

Looking at this somewhat familiar figure.

The young man, dressed in a blue shirt, with a gourd hanging from his waist, a mask on his head, and a musical instrument case in his arms, jumped off the boat, stepped onto the north bank, and walked slowly towards us.

The young man in Confucian robes seemed familiar with the place. He stopped in front of the main cave, wearing a bronze mask and looking up at Xue Zhongzhu and Wei Shaoqi in the air.

The two men who had forced everyone in the court into a desperate situation today looked down at the young man in Confucian robes from above.

If you look down from a high place, his frail and slender body is as small as an ant.

Everyone recognized the identity of the young man in Confucian robes one after another.

Whether in the sky or on the ground, everyone looked at his arrival with some surprise.

"Ouyang Lianghan..." Yi Qianqiu murmured.

She couldn't help but look back at Rong Zhen and found that the princess had a dazed look on her face.

In the bamboo forest in the distance, the smiling old man who was about to speak to his old friend tilted his head slightly and looked towards the big Buddha, and the old musician followed his gaze.

Above the main grotto, the figure of the young man in Confucian robes was reflected in the snow, and he nodded to himself:
"I didn't catch you, but you delivered yourself to me."

On the high platform, Nanny Song and Wei Wu were a little suspicious at first, thinking that they were in collusion with each other, but after hearing what Xue Zhongzhu said, they couldn't help but look at each other.

He came back to find Princess Zhenxian and them. Is he here to... help?

Rong Zhen stood there, having come to her senses. She was staring at the familiar figure that she would recognize even if it turned into ashes, and her hand holding the hairpin was shaking uncontrollably.

Wei Shaoqi asked curiously:
"Are you the owner of Butterfly Love Flower? Who are you? I just heard a rumor that you might be an old friend. Can you take off your mask and show me?"

The young man in scholarly robes ignored him, looked around, and said calmly:
"They are all here. That's great. Miss Zhishuang, may I ask where your virgin is?"

Hearing the title he called, Xue Zhongzhu looked at him as if he was a dead person, staring coldly at the familiar bronze mask on his face.

Carefully pondering the voice of the young man in scholar's robe, Wei Shaoqi's eyes showed reminiscence, and he became more and more interested: "Your voice sounds very familiar..."

Ouyang Rong ignored him and patiently asked his attendants: "Does anyone know where Yue Chuzi is? Is she here? Answer me for a fee."

Wei Shaoqi asked on behalf of Xue Zhongzhu:
"What do you want to see the Seventh Lady for?"

"Oh, that's right."

The young man in the scholar's robe turned his head and spoke gently. He took out a string of copper coins from his sleeve, about one string of money. He threw it casually and it fell into the mud in front of him:

"I bought it."

The young man in Confucian robes said these three simple words in a relaxed tone, just like an ordinary person who goes out shopping and sees something he likes, is in a good mood and is a little generous.

The whole place was silent.

Wei Shaoqi looked puzzled:
"What did you say? Buy...what?"

Xue Zhongzhu nodded, and said stiffly:

"Say it again."

The young man in the scholar's robe looked around and said with a smile:
"Is one tael of silver not enough to redeem your clan's virgin? Well, it's been a long time, so it's normal for the price to go up a bit. Then...then add your lives."

The young man in Confucian robe discussed the matter openly, tapping the wine gourd on his waist rhythmically with his right hand.

There seemed to be a dead silence inside and outside the main cave.

A lot of strange looks fell on the young man in Confucian robes who came to redeem Yue's virgin.

The tall blonde Hu Ji smiled for the first time. Her mixed-race face made her smile beautiful, but her eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

(End of this chapter)