Chapter 452 The Great Female Ruler? Little Lady Zhi Shuang! (Second Update)
Suddenly, before Yan Liulang and Huang Xuan's eyes, the sky brightened dramatically, and a bright blue, semi-circular sun descended. Its intensely hot light melted all the snow on the high mountains, including the snow lotus on the mountaintop, which was also melted and destroyed by the sun in the sky.
Yan Liulang and Huang Xuan suddenly came to their senses. When they opened their eyes again, there was no longer any cold snow mountain or apocalyptic avalanche. They were still in the pile of corpses in the old courtyard.
However, a tall, slender, and upright young man's back blocked their view, and an arc beside him was emitting a bright blue halo, shining on them and giving them an unusually warm feeling, like basking in the summer sun.
The blonde Orangutan stopped at the front of the battle, her blue eyes narrowed as she sized up the man and sword before her, a man who stood alone and bravely at the forefront of the times.
Before this scholar-robed youth and the mythical cauldron sword, the sword intent of a superior sword cultivator was rendered ineffective.
Rumble—!
An aura of pressure belonging to a high-level Qi cultivator bloomed beneath the feet of the golden-haired oriental woman.
Purple mist swept freely through the courtyard, and the ancient buildings, including the surrounding walls, collapsed one after another with a rumbling sound.
However, if you look down from above at this moment, you will find that all these collapsed courtyard buildings are arranged in a large circle.
This large circle is the ten-zhang semi-circular area where the Moonlit Pool Formation is located. The buildings outside the formation's range were ravaged by the sword energy, none of them escaping unscathed.
Xuezhongzhu said, word by word, "Run!"
Ouyang Rong curled his lip, and a low, rumbling sound came from beneath his fierce golden face:
"Why are you running? I'm right here. Why are you starting to talk nonsense now that you've been beaten up by me last time? Have you become a frightened bird?"
"Heh, don't worry this time."
As Xue Zhongzhu's eyelids twitched, he heard the young man in the scholar's robe chuckle. The corners of his mouth, hidden behind the golden mask, seemed to curl up with a hint of mockery.
"I won't take your sword this time. I'm tired of playing with it. Here you go."
Snow Candle's cold voice: "Do you all want to die?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head, holding a young girl in Confucian robes, and lowered his head to drink his porridge, making some indistinct muttering sounds:
"Don't misunderstand, I just want to be beaten to death by you today, or to beat you to death."
Xuezhongzhu took a deep breath.
Since she stepped into the limelight as the chief female ruler of Yunmengze, representing Yunmeng Sword Marsh to suppress all sword cultivators in the world, who has dared to say such rebellious words to her?
Especially considering that the young man whose spiritual energy was only at the eighth rank, he was hiding his true identity and acting so arrogantly because of his strange cauldron sword.
Although the golden mask on Ouyang Rong's face was ancient and heavy, the sculpted pattern of the mask depicted a fierce demon with a blue face and fangs. The gap in the mouth of the fangs was quite large, making it convenient to drink.
Ouyang Rong tilted his head back and drank most of the cold porridge, then let out a long breath and suddenly gave a gentle reminder:
"Hey, if you don't draw your sword soon, all this commotion will attract the state troops outside the city. Even a high-level Qi cultivator can't withstand tens of thousands of Zhechong Prefecture soldiers. They'll eventually run out of steam, and if they fall into the hands of the imperial court, things will be difficult to handle..."
The candle in the snow remained silent until he was halfway through his sentence, at which point he suddenly laughed and said:
"Hey, hurry up, Miss Zhishuang. If you're not coming soon, then forget it. I can't be bothered to wait for you. You're so fussy."
Xuezhongzhu suddenly felt a hint of anger, and her jade-like face flushed slightly.
Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded, then casually pointed to the snow-white longsword, whose blade seemed to vibrate slightly as if sensing the mistress's anger:
"Ah, it seems I guessed right. It really is your maiden name. In the end, it is the delicate thoughts of a young lady that you have engraved it on your sword. Hmm, did you not expect that someone in this world would disarm you?"
At this point, he looked apologetic and somewhat embarrassed as he put down the bowl of porridge he had just finished, letting out a soft burp.
"There is a bell on Fengshan Mountain. When frost falls, the bell rings, hence the saying 'knowledge.' The name is quite meaningful."
"You said, who would have thought that the famous Empress Xue Zhongzhu would have such an elegant and playful nickname, Zhishuang? Tsk tsk."
The young man in the scholar's robe quoted classical texts, spoke frivolously, and became increasingly unrestrained as he spoke.
Xuezhongzhu stared at him for a moment with her wide, blue eyes and a chilling gaze that could kill.
She suddenly calmed down and asked:
"Is this formation from the Imperial Observatory? It seems to have an ancient name, Chixia Yue, which is used to trap sword cultivators, especially those who wield swords."
"Although I do not know the specifics of what happened in this courtyard today, you are not a Qi cultivator of the Yin-Yang School and cannot set up this formation. It is likely that you have usurped this place and are using it to deal with me."
She gave a cold laugh:
"How dare you be so bold as to want me to enter the formation? You are the core of the formation, unable to move or use your spiritual energy cultivation. Do you think these two guys beside you can subdue me?"
"Heh, you're underestimating the fighting and swordsmanship of Yunmeng Sword Swamp."
"Even if I isolate you from spiritual energy and cultivation, and give you one hand, you still won't be able to touch the hem of my robe."
Ouyang Rong stood with his sleeves tucked in, his right hand holding a red leaf with blood-stained words between the two fingers inside.
However, perhaps due to injury and blood loss, the hand that was twisting the leaf trembled slightly uncontrollably under the sleeve.
He stood casually, his tone playful:
"Miss Zhishuang, mother-in-law.
"If you don't come over soon, I'll go with this group to find you. Do you think you're safe just a step away? This little girl can see you. As long as you're in Xunyang City, you won't be able to escape."
The candle in the snow suddenly squinted.
She glanced at the arc in front of the young man in the scholar's robe, which seemed to be stuck in the mud and not moving at all, and then looked at the little girl in the red coat with her small hand reaching into the "mercury" light of the sword box.
The renowned Queen of Yunmeng grew increasingly calm, lowered her eyes, and began rummaging through her sleeves. After a short while, she pulled out a blue and white mixed-color ribbon and put it on her glasses.
Blindfold them.
This scene was exactly the same as when Zhao Qingxiu fought against A Jie, the one-armed swordsman from Chang'an who possessed the Moonlight Sword, at the Beitian Aid Center on Dagushan Mountain.
When Ouyang Rong saw the ribbon and the blonde Hu woman who was blindfolding herself with the ribbon, his expression changed slightly.
I don't know what she remembered.
With his eyes blindfolded, Xue Zhongzhu took a step forward, holding a snow-white longsword that could cut through gold and jade, its blade as sharp as autumn frost.
Alone, he entered the Moon Formation beneath the Pond.
She moved like a phantom, bypassing the arc that had lost its spiritual energy and was suspended in mid-air, and rushed straight towards the young man in the scholar's robe.
Seeing this, Huang Xuan remembered the instructions and tried to draw the sword from the scabbard, but in the next instant, someone pressed her hand down.
Before she could feel anxious and confused, she suddenly noticed that the blonde woman who was about to go straight for the head of the Chief Secretary had completely stopped.
They stood still, motionless.
because……
Xuezhongzhu suddenly ripped off the blindfold ribbon.
An arc hovered before her eyes.
A few strands of hair, golden in the sunlight, broke off from her forehead and slowly drifted down, scattered by the autumn wind.
Xue Zhongzhu, whose spiritual cultivation had been suppressed by the Chixia Yue Formation, opened her eyes and looked at the [Arc] in front of her, which was full of sword energy and vitality. Her jade face was full of disbelief.
Ouyang Ronglongxiu's hands had already loosened their grip at some point. He was now placing one hand on Huang Xuan's small hand, while two fingers of his other hand held a deep autumn red leaf covered in blood-red words.
The hastily written words on the red leaves vanished rapidly in the gale, just like a sandcastle.
He suddenly spoke:
"Young Lady Zhishuang, you've lost again. But I'll let you off this time, because I once owed a great favor to a certain Yue woman in your clan. Let's settle this once and for all. Young Lady Zhishuang, don't come here to die again."
With [Arc] pointing directly at his nose, Xue Zhongzhu's eyes blazed with anger as he asked in a low voice:
"I have not lost! What is the name of this sword strike? It was the same sword strike I used on Dagushan Mountain. What kind of divine sword technique is this?"
Before Ouyang Rong could answer, a group of women dressed in Wu and Yue clothing appeared faintly at the alley entrance behind her and quickly arrived at the scene.
Ouyang Rong, wearing a golden mask with four fierce eyes, tilted his head and gave the group of Yue women a deep look.
Even though he was quite far away, and he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, he felt that there was a familiar figure in the distance.
Immediately, Xuezhongzhu heard this pretentious, utterly detestable, and arrogant young man in Confucian robes mutter to himself, his tone seemingly dejected:
"Those who are destined to meet will meet even if they are thousands of miles apart; those who are not destined to meet will also find emptiness. What a profound truth about the emptiness of all things arising from causes and conditions!"
In the next instant, as if receiving a signal, Yan Liulang and Huang Xuan took a step closer and grabbed the hem of the scholar-robed youth's clothes.
Inside a jade box buried deep in the soil in the courtyard, a thin strip resembling an old tree root began to melt. As if sensing this, the jade box emitted an earthy yellow light that spread all the way to the center of the courtyard.
This earth-yellow light, containing a surging and profound special spiritual energy, flowed beneath Ouyang Rong's feet. The earth-yellow spiritual energy resembled a long-bearded dragon without horns or scales, coiled at his feet.
Just as the Xuanhuang Earth Dragon's whiskers in the jade box were about to completely melt away, the young man in the scholar's robe wearing the square face-shaped array eye slightly shifted his foot, and his boot touched the unconscious, cold palace-dressed girl.
Qiu—!
A very faint sound rang out in the air, almost negligible, but Xuezhongzhu still detected it.
In the moon formation beneath the pool before her, the golden-faced fierce youth, the bronze-masked youth, the little girl in the red coat, the unconscious little nun, and the fallen girl in palace attire all vanished from their spot!
The arc that had been hovering above the candle in the snow had also vanished without a trace, following the swordsman away.
A candle stands alone in the snow.
There was a moment of silence.
The tall, undefeated Orient woman, who had never encountered a strange swordsman, did not go to greet her companions who arrived late behind her, or rather, she had left them behind because she arrived too quickly.
The tall, orchid-sister stepped forward, picked up a lone red leaf, and the few lines of blood-red characters on it were rapidly dissolving away:
"Three million jade dragons soared into the sky, stirring up a chilling atmosphere throughout the heavens..."
...
Rongzhen had a dream.
A very long dream.
She dreamt that with the help of her colleagues at the Luodu Astronomical Bureau, she finally caught up with the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower.
The Moon Formation under the Pond had already trapped him tightly. Rong Zhen stood high above, stepping on the thief's chest, bending down and squinting as he removed his mask.
"Ouyang Lianghan?!"
Rongzhen was filled with astonishment and disbelief.
There's also a sense of shame stemming from being manipulated and angry.
But the next instant, Ouyang Lianghan, who was being trampled on the ground, suddenly grinned and boldly reached out to pinch her nose. At the same time, he shamelessly brought his face close to hers, and a hot, masculine scent wafted over her...
You deserve to die!
On her sickbed, Rongzhen woke up with a start and cried out in alarm.
She opened her eyes and gasped for breath, but then seemed to bump into something, and felt a sharp pain in her forehead.
"oops--!"
"Ouch--!
"What are you doing? Having a nightmare? Why did you suddenly jump up? You scared me to death."
A familiar male voice, sounding helpless, came from the surrounding area.
Rong Zhen, still shaken, clutched the bedding, covered her forehead, and backed away, staring wide-eyed at Ouyang Changshi, who was also covering his forehead beside the bed.
"You...you are the murderer!"
"What murderer? What are you saying, Lady Historian? What have I done to offend you?"
Rong Zhen stared blankly at Ouyang Rong, who looked completely innocent, in front of the bed for a while, then looked around.
She was on a sickbed in a side room.
It must be morning now, and the sunlight outside the window is incredibly bright.
It was obvious that it was no longer in that old courtyard in Xingzifang.
Ouyang Lianghan, standing before her, held a bowl of steaming medicine in his hand. Just now, when they bumped foreheads, some of the medicine had spilled onto the bedding. At this moment, Ouyang Lianghan was shaking his head and carefully wiping the bedding with his sleeve.
Rongzhen suddenly realized something and immediately looked down at her clothes.
Under the covers, she was wearing a white undergarment, and there was nothing strange or unusual about her at all.
However, his neck was extremely painful, as if he had been hit hard. At the same time, Rong Zhen looked inward and found that his dantian meridians were also injured, probably due to the backflow of sword energy from his Dingjian sword.
"Where is this? What are you doing in front of my bed? And what were you doing just now? Why were you so close..."
Rongzhen questioned him warily, while simultaneously touching the space under her pillow with one hand. Upon discovering that it wasn't her room, she frowned.
Ouyang Rong noticed her subtle movements, but shook his head dismissively:
"When everyone found you in Xingzi's courtyard yesterday, you were injured and unconscious. This is the Jiangzhou Medical Office, a place for treatment and recuperation."
"I was also injured. I was resting in the next room, but my injuries were lighter and I recovered faster than you. I was able to move around again this morning. When I went out for a walk, I found that the imperial physician stationed at the hospital was not there. He probably went to the Prince's Mansion. I noticed that the medicine in front of your bed was getting cold, so I thought I would feed you some."
"Uh, I noticed your face was flushed just now, something seemed off. I was about to touch your forehead when you suddenly bumped into someone..."
Rong Zhen frowned, stared at his face for a while, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.
Wait a minute, no wonder the face under that mask in my dream was exactly the same, and so was the masculine aura.
Perhaps because this young man had just approached and his aura had been memorized, her body, as a practitioner of the Yin-Yang School, reacted subconsciously, recognizing him and projecting him into her dream.
After figuring out what was going on, Rongzhen's complexion improved slightly.
Ouyang Rong touched his face: "Is there something on my face? Why is Your Excellency staring at me?"
Rong Zhen shook her head, took the medicine bowl he warmly handed her with both hands, took a sip, and as if remembering something, immediately asked:
"Besides you and me, where are the others?"
Ouyang Rong sighed, looking somewhat dejected, and muttered to himself:
"It's all gone. When the state soldiers and government officials went there, they didn't know what had happened; it was just a pile of ruins."
"The houses and courtyard walls have all collapsed. Only you, this official, and Liu Lang are still alive, trapped under the rubble and bricks. You're lucky to have survived... But, isn't there an old saying?"
Rongzhen wanted to offer words of comfort, but saw that the handsome chief secretary, halfway through his muttering, suddenly perked up again:
"Those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune."
(End of this chapter)
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