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Chapter 797: Young Master Ouyang, the Princess is Easy to Coax
"Is that short woman your mistress?"

"No."

"As for your mistress, you walked so fast just now that her skirt was torn, and you didn't even let her bandage your wound."

"I told you, I'm not familiar with it."

"I'm already crying. The way this short girl is looking at you with tears in her eyes doesn't look like she doesn't know you. Are you sure she doesn't know you?"

"Senior, be careful with your words."

"If you don't know her well, why did you stop me from killing her just now? Well, if you don't know her well, then you don't know her well. You used one string of money to buy another girl, and you came here in person to risk your life to find her, and you even called us here. It seems that the other girl is more important, and the others are all 'unfamiliar'... But if I don't sacrifice this short girl and collect a portion of Yin-Yang family spiritual power, I won't be able to use the third tube of spiritual ink later. What do you think I should do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, I want her Yin-Yang spirituality. This great Buddhist formation is just a branch formation. There are several more in the world. There is a main formation in the north of Luoyang... They are all Yin-Yang techniques. I have to get a piece of Yin-Yang spirituality so that I can imitate the Yin-Yang spiritual energy.

"Also, your fox mask is filled with a bunch of fake spirits. There are too many mortals, even ordinary girls have them. Do you have a Longyang fetish? You don't look like one... There are only a few Qi Refiners, and they are all warriors. Do you have a grudge against warriors? By the way, do you know how to use this fox mask? You don't know anything about this sorcerer's lineage."

"Not very familiar... Wait, is this how you collected Wei Wu's spiritual energy just now? So you imitated his spiritual energy, tricked his Buddhist beads, and used it to invade this formation."

"Nonsense, isn't this the characteristic of your Taoism as a sorcerer? Otherwise, how do you collect spiritual energy on a daily basis? Where do the spiritual energy of the fake bodies in your fox mask come from?"

"Cough cough."

Where no one could see, Cui Hao's shadow asked back unhappily.

Ouyang Rong coughed calmly.

He was embarrassed and it was not convenient to say it, but he actually did not know how to use the sorcerer's spiritual energy to activate the bronze fox mask, because he had inherited the spiritual energy from the Jade Chi Fairy, and did not have the "formal" method of practicing this strange Taoist lineage.

In the past, Ouyang Rong would collect the spiritual energy of his fake body and directly activate the purple mist of merit.

But now, from Cui Hao's words, it seems that this strange sorcerer can use the spiritual energy of the fake body's original vein after killing people and collecting the corresponding spirituality.

It seems to have something in common with the Purple Mist of Merit of Hundred Changes! I don't know if the two are related or just a coincidence.

In addition, doesn't this mean that he only needs to collect a Taoist's fake body, and then he can directly imitate the Taoist veins and use spiritual energy to activate the decree to descend the gods without wasting the merit purple mist?

I just don't know how much Taoist spiritual energy is needed to produce the purple mist of merit corresponding to three thousand merits. It must be quite high. As far as we know, it has been used by masters of the purple qi cultivation level like Master Yuan Lao Tianshi.

In addition, Ouyang Rong discovered that Cui Hao, who came here by accident, seemed to be very familiar with the Taoist meridians of him, a sorcerer, and could activate them skillfully. He must have some corresponding cultivation methods.

It was just not convenient to ask right now, so Ouyang Rong held back for the time being.

"Can we sacrifice that old woman with white eyes to the fox face? Collect her spirit."

"No, you can't just offer a high-grade purple energy as you wish. You are currently at the seventh rank and cannot obtain spiritual power of this level. The old one won't work, you have to use the younger one."

Ouyang Rong's real body stood on the Buddha's head, Cui Hao stood on Ouyang Rong's left hand side in a virtual state, and spoke calmly.

Tao Yuanming was on the right side. When Cui Hao was speaking, the old man remained silent and just drank.

Cui Hao suddenly turned around and asked:
"Wait, how did you use the command to descend the gods without a Taoist priest's disguise in your fox mask?"

Ouyang Rong asked back: "Senior, do you know the decree of the gods?"

"Have heard a little bit."

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and did not answer. He looked inward at the merit value in the Merit Tower, which had skyrocketed again, and suddenly said:
"She can't be hurt. I have a way to use Yin Yang's spiritual energy, just go ahead and do it."

Ouyang Rong looked calm.

Cui Hao kept smiling and glanced slightly to the side.

Tao Yuanming drank silently.

At the same time, outside the field was silent.

On the ground below, whether it was Xue Zhongzhu, Wei Shaoqi, Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Nanny Song and others, they all looked up at the figure of the young man in Confucian robes on the golden Buddha head above.

At this moment, they found that Ouyang Lianghan was a little strange. After setting an incredible ban, he first took off the gourd, raised his head and drank it mouthful by mouthful. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and the long musical instrument case and bronze fox mask below all flew up and came in front of him.

Ouyang Lianghan held the fox mask in his hand, seemed to look it up with his head down, then closed his eyes again, moved his mouth, and muttered something to himself.

He was drinking and muttering, seemingly very busy, but everyone became more frightened when they saw him. He must have muttered something to himself just now, which led to the saintly prohibition coming from the golden Buddha head.

Fortunately, when Ouyang Lianghan closed his eyes and muttered, no new strange bamboo tube emerged from the piano case to provide him with blood-colored ink.

The most interesting expression in the whole audience was Xue Zhongzhu. The previous moment, she was like a banished fairy goddess standing high in the clouds, and the next moment, with just one sentence from the young man in Confucian clothes, she was like a "fairy fallen into the mortal world"!
In the deep pit created by the smash in the ground, Xue Zhongzhu stood up with his sword in hand, looking around in disbelief.

Wei Shaoqi and Bai Jiao fell down as heavily as she did.

The middle-aged scholar was pale, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughed up some blood, tilted his head, and stared blankly at Ouyang Lianghan, whom he had kindly persuaded not long ago.

The white dragon was even more miserable. Its bronze body was heavy, and when it fell from the sky, its power was even greater.

Not only did the earth shake, but the smoke and dust spread over half of the cave.

A deep pit was smashed into the ground, and a dragon head was lying weakly on the edge of the pit.

"Uu——!"

The white dragon let out a mournful cry.

Losing the ability to fly is like a dragon living in shallow water and being bullied by shrimps.

Xue Zhongzhu quickly reached out and pressed his hand on the mouth of the huge dragon's head. His mixed-blood face was checking something with some shock and anger.

Xue Zhongzhu suddenly raised his head and looked straight at the young man in Confucian clothes who was drinking with his eyes closed above the golden Buddha head.

At this moment, he was alone, high above the rest, and had complete control of the air.

It was almost exactly the same as the way she rode the white dragon and Wei Shaoqi flying in the air not long ago, overlooking and crushing the entire audience.

But at this moment, as strong as she was, she was pressed down into the mud by this young man in Confucian robes who looked so fragile.

She is only qualified to look up at him, just like all the people in the court on the high platform.

Moreover, the trick used by the young scholar was just a few words from his mouth.

Xue Zhongzhu used to hate people who talked too much.

But at this moment, his mouth was as if it had been enlightened, like a saint speaking the will of heaven, and if he said one cannot fly, then one cannot fly.

It feels like being lectured by a young teacher in a private school with a ruler in hand.

She also had to be "obedient", otherwise she would really be beaten with a stick.

Maybe it's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.

Xue Zhongzhu's delicate body trembled. She had never been insulted like this in her life. Even though she had been disarmed by him once before, it was only a matter of one move. How could she feel so humiliated and embarrassed as she was now?

This is really trampling her into the dirt, without any mercy.

The snow-white sword stuck in the mud beside Xue Zhongzhu's hand seemed to sense some emotion of the hostess and trembled slightly, making a subtle sound like a cicada's chirping.

While the young man in Confucian robes on the golden Buddha head was "careless" and had his eyes closed, he did not make any movement.

The next moment, snow-white sword energy suddenly appeared, filling the deep pit where Xue Zhongzhu was. In the deep pit, the sword "Zhi Shuang" rose from the ground and rushed into the sky.

However, just when it was three feet away, it began to sway, as if it was under the pressure of some kind of rules. It fell down "weakly", went back and forth, like a parabola, and re-inserted itself in front of Xue Zhongzhu.

Flying is prohibited.

Neither does the sword.

Within a radius of one hundred miles, flying swords are the same as flying birds and falling leaves.

This also means that people on the ground cannot hurt people on high places. The young man in Confucian robes was high above, like a god, overlooking the whole place.

The feeling of powerlessness that Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu and other court officials felt when they lost air superiority on the high platform not long ago was now spreading in the eyes of Xue Zhongzhu, Wei Shaoqi and others.

Just when the whole place was in dead silence, Ouyang Rong opened his eyes again, hung up the wine jug, smiled, and looked down at everyone.

It was Old Yang who spoke first, his old face showing some respect:
"Xiaoxueshi, did you become a top-notch 'Jixia scholar' through studying, or did you become a legendary 'philosopher'?"

Ouyang Rong maintained that familiar smile and asked back:
"Why can't it be 'Kui Xing'?"

Old Yang was a little confused, as if he didn't know which level of Confucianism Kuixing belonged to.

Xue Zhongzhu seemed to remember something and shook his head suddenly:

"Impossible. With the cauldron pressing down on us, the gods of Shenzhou will never survive! Don't play tricks on me. If you have the guts, come down and challenge me face to face with your sword skills. Your nonsense will only damage the reputation of sword cultivators..."

Ouyang Rong smiled and pretended not to hear anything.

He stood on a high place, holding a Confucian scripture in his hand, looking around, but no one knew where he was looking.

"Interesting, mine."

The young man faced south, suddenly stretched out his left palm, grabbed in the air, and the string of eighteen seeds on his palm instantly burst into dazzling light, and lines of Kuixing talismans appeared on the Buddha head under his feet.

The next moment, a long scroll of ink painting on the top of Nanfeng Mountain on the south bank broke away from Wu Daozi's control, and with a "whoosh", shot towards the top of the twin peaks.

After three breaths, it flew in front of Ouyang Rong.

In this painting, the people and objects in the Twin Peaks are vividly portrayed, with no one or any place missing:
Including the young man in Confucian robes standing on the golden Buddha head, and the Hu girl and the white dragon falling into the mud, all are on the drawing paper.

It's like there's an invisible brush adding to the painting in real time.

Ouyang Rong looked at the scroll with satisfaction, smiling:

"Except that I'm not handsome enough, the painting is pretty detailed. There are so many mice hiding, come out, everyone who came here today, don't even think about leaving."

Everyone saw that after Ouyang Rong said this, he touched the blood from the wound on his shoulder with his index finger.

He used his finger as a pen and blood as ink, acting as a "red brush" to dot and circle on the scroll. He first "wiped" away the white mist with a wave of the pen, and then moved the "little people" in places outside the main cave.

This scene was somewhat similar to what Wu Daozi had just done, but Ouyang Rong was more skilled.

There were Wu Daozi and the old musician sitting opposite each other in the bamboo courtyard, Yuan Huaimin who was far away on the top of Nanfeng Mountain on the south bank, Du Shuqing and the bronze sword in front of him, as well as Yan Liulang, the Fang sisters and others.

Everyone in the Twin Peaks moved to the main cave one by one.

The sudden change of position is dazzling.

Just like a child playing with chess pieces.

Yuan Huaimin looked around in confusion and found Ouyang Rong. He exclaimed in surprise:

"Liang Han, why are you here? What are you doing standing so high up?"

Apart from this confused guy, Yan Liulang who held his sword with his head held high, and the Fang sisters who were completely silent, the old musician picked up the zither, stood up from the horse stool, looked around, and was amazed at the handwriting of the young man in the scholar's robe.

Wu Daozi, however, was as if facing a formidable enemy, and his smiling expression had long disappeared.

Staring seriously at the young man in Confucian robes on the Buddha's head, the old man clasped his fists solemnly:
"Who are you, Excellency? Why are you pretending to be a pig and a tiger?"

Du Shuqing had already opened his eyes and was looking at the familiar Ouyang Lianghan, stunned and suspecting that he had seen it wrong.

In addition to these people being "moved" to the field, another object was also "moved" here.

Xue Zhongzhu, with a cold face, suddenly found that something fell from above and landed at his feet.

She and Wu Daozi, Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing and others beside her all looked down.

It's one coin.

Covered with wet mud.

It was the money that Ouyang Lianghan had just thrown on the ground to redeem Yue's virgin.

Xue Zhongzhu suddenly froze in place, then his whole body trembled, his golden hair fluttered, and he let out a faint cry.

"Don't forget to collect your money."

After finishing fiddling with the scroll in front of him, the young man in scholarly robes said something to the candle in the snow, then turned around, faced the crowd, chuckled, dusted off his sleeves, and said loudly:

"Everyone is here. Wait for a moment. I will lay out my sword first. I will ask you some questions later. If you answer wrong, you will die. If you answer right... it depends on my mood."

After saying this, Ouyang Rong picked up the gourd and drank some wine.

The whole place was quiet and you could hear the needle drop.

Everyone saw an arc rising slowly behind Ouyang Rong who was drinking with his head tilted back.

The clear blue flame spreads all over [Craftsmanship].

It was like a blue moon, covering the entire place.

It’s time to go home.

The fire in the cauldron grew stronger and stronger, and this time, the sword spread out for more than three breaths.

There is more than one person who can be killed.

The little fellow's appetite seemed to be endless, and he drank the cultural atmosphere that had enveloped Xunyang City for three hundred years like a cow.

It seemed as if he could kill everyone in an instant with one sword.

The people below were unable to fly and had no way to stop the swordsman who was as fragile as glass. He was "high above" and no one could touch the hem of his clothes.

Like Xue Zhongzhu and the others, Nanny Song tried to fly but failed. After hearing this, her face became gloomy and uncertain.

At some point, she suddenly looked up with a flattering smile on her face:
"I didn't expect that Scholar Ouyang is so capable. It is a blessing for your majesty, the princess, and the country. Wei Wu just now really didn't know what was good for him. It was not his place to interfere in the marriage between Scholar Ouyang and the princess. Moreover, he dared to be so rebellious to the Xunyang Palace before, and he almost made everyone do the wrong thing with his lies. He really deserves to die, and he died well!"

She clapped her hands while walking forward, pointing to the [Craftsmanship] above where the swords were laid, and said sincerely without blushing:

"Little scholar, your sword is like an immortal pointing the way, a divine punishment from heaven. Once you have dealt with these rebels and protected the Buddha, you will be the first-class hero. There must have been a misunderstanding about Lin Cheng, Wang Lengran, and Wei Shaoqi. You are so upright, but these rebels framed you. How despicable.

"But it's okay, it's just a small matter. Let's go back to the capital together. The princess and I will testify for you with our lives in front of the emperor. In addition, you can also take control of this formation. You are the governor of Jiangzhou, so it is reasonable to give it to you.

"Take one of the fake Ding swords. If you need anything else, you can also talk to the Si Tian Jian. Both I and the Great Sima are easy to talk to. Saints often say that talented people are hard to come by. My Great Zhou needs scholars like you who are brave and have integrity! There is Master Di in the court. When you enter the court in the future, you will be our little master. It will be a great story to have the two masters here."

Everyone in the audience looked at the extremely thick-skinned Nanny Song.

Ouyang Rong paused in drinking from the gourd, but without putting the gourd down his lips, he glanced at the old woman below.

The old woman with a white eye put away the Han-style palace lantern, and in front of everyone in the audience and Rong Zhen, whose face was flushed, she put her dry hands to her mouth and lowered her voice as if she was whispering.

But this whisper can be heard clearly by everyone in the audience, so it’s better not to whisper.

"Young Master, you don't know that during the few short months that she worked with you, Princess Zhenxian was already impressed by your temperament and admired you deeply. She secretly pledged her love to you, but she is shy and pure, and has never been exposed to love between men and women. She is a novice and cannot lower her head."

The old woman with white eyes looked kind, and even changed her honorific title:
"Young Master, in fact, you just need to give her a little way out. Women need to be coaxed. If you coax them, they will do whatever you say. If it is really a gift for free, no one will be interested in it, right? Moreover, the True Immortal Princess is worth a lot of money. It is normal for her to respect herself a little and be a little dignified.

"Although she appears cold on the outside, she is actually very easy to talk to. She just needs to be coaxed. I watched her grow up in the palace, so I understand her best. You can be right if you listen to me."

Nanny Song turned around and asked Rong Zhen with a smile:
"Princess, you're right, right? Don't hide it anymore."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Rong Zhen stood there in a daze.

(End of this chapter)