Chapter 609 A Cloud Dream Token! [Bonus chapter for 7k views, please vote!]
"Come on, Brother Yan, have some water! Your brother-in-law will have a ladleful, and you can have a ladleful too. Leave one ladleful for your brother-in-law to come downstairs."
"This water is the Valley Curtain Spring in Kangwang Valley of Mount Lu. It flows down a hundred meters and is extremely clear and cold. The tea brewed with this spring is a unique delicacy in Jiangnan."
"I'm not bragging, but the taste is really different. I specially had someone fetch a few tubes, just waiting to entertain our distinguished guests."
On the first floor of the water room, in the lobby, Wang Caozhi handed a ladle of water to Yan Liulang, who was holding a sword in his arms, and said with a smile.
Hearing this, the people around who were quietly drinking water glanced at him sideways.
"Isn't that still water? What's the difference?"
Yan Liulang had a question.
Wang Caozhi's eyes widened: "The difference is huge. First of all... first of all... never mind, I forgot my words. You're right, it seems there really isn't much difference."
He waved his hand with a slight sigh, then smiled sincerely after a moment:
"However, it is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. We should treat them well and show them hospitality. This kind of hospitality is the most important thing, isn't it?"
Yan Liulang thought for a moment, nodded slightly, but didn't drink immediately. He crossed his arms over his chest and said:
"Brother Wang, please speak your mind."
"Brother Yan, what do you mean by this? I'm not that opportunistic. I'm not asking for anything today; I've actually come to thank you."
"Thank you? What are you thanking me for?"
Wang Caozhi straightened his clothes and looked straight ahead:
"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Xie Yan."
Yan Liulang's expression remained unchanged as he shook his head:
“I didn’t say anything, Brother Wang, you’ve thanked the wrong person.”
"Okay, okay."
Wang Caozhi chuckled and nodded.
Yan Liulang picked up the ladle, drank a few mouthfuls of water, and pondered for a moment:
"Brother Wang looks good. You must not have been too tired these past few days under Lady Historian's command, right?"
"Eh."
Wang Caozhi sighed deeply.
Yan Liulang saw the look of deep emotion on his face.
Wang Caozhi remained silent, and drank water from a gourd.
Last time, when he slightly changed his form of address outside the old state prison, the Lady Historian immediately cursed him for talking nonsense and being glib, and warned him not to use the wrong form of address before leaving with an icy expression.
But from the time he returned to Xunyang Grottoes until now, Wang Caozhi has continued to shout the same thing without any change. This repeated failure to correct his ways has naturally drawn severe criticism from many female historians in public. Wang Caozhi felt very aggrieved about this, as he was just naturally bad at speaking and there was nothing he could do about it.
Because of this, Rongzhen punished him ruthlessly the day he returned.
After that... everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
Perhaps because he seemed completely unfazed, I was too lazy to correct him.
As for the daily official duties assigned to Wang Caozhi, they remained unchanged. The workload was not reduced, and he continued to handle matters strictly according to the rules, without any special consideration.
But... something has changed.
That is, the number of times the Lady Historian came to see him seemed to be gradually decreasing.
Wang Caozhi felt the pressure gradually decrease and he felt much more relaxed.
Although they have the same workload, imagine two people doing the same job. One is constantly being called in by the supervisor to give instructions, while the other is free to do as they see fit, with no one specifically watching over them. After completing their work each day, no one from above scrutinizes them or calls them in for major revisions...
The pressure is indeed completely different.
Wang Caozhi wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but perhaps the Lady Historian was also very busy lately?
Busy interrogating the captured rebels of Tiannan, they just happened to be too busy to look for him?
In any case, he felt a little more relaxed without realizing it. Otherwise, if it were like before, he would have wanted to come with the female officials today and stay on the first floor of the water room to entertain Yan Liulang and the others.
No way, that means she was simply sent away by the Lady Historian...
Wang Caozhi looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his face full of sighs.
They called her "Sister Rong" even more frequently afterward.
Yan Liulang glanced at Wang Caozhi, who was holding a water ladle and looking lost in thought. Seeing that he didn't answer, he didn't bother to ask any more questions.
At this moment, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen walked down from the second floor, one after the other.
Everyone put down their water ladles and stood up.
"Brother-in-law! You've finished your water? How does the water from Gulian Spring taste? Does it have a slightly sweet and refreshing taste despite its blandness?"
No. It's just a little bit stuck in my teeth.
"..."
Wang Caozhi switched back to a serious expression:
"It must be cold. Cold water is the kind that gets stuck in your teeth. Here, brother-in-law, have a ladle of hot water..."
"No need, I'm not thirsty."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand in refusal.
"That……"
Wang Caozhi, holding a water ladle, turned his gaze to Rongzhen.
Before he could speak, Rong Zhen gave him a disdainful and annoyed look, which made him shut up.
Hearing Wang Caozhi call the Prefect "Mingfu" in the exact same way, and seeing the look of disdain and dissatisfaction on Rong Nushi's face, Yan Liulang shook his head inwardly and took a sip of water by himself.
Just then, a hunched figure of an old woman with white eyes walked out from outside the washroom.
"Scholar Ouyang has arrived?" a hoarse voice called out.
"Deputy Supervisor Song."
Ouyang Rong was somewhat surprised, but his expression quickly calmed down. He held the hemp rope prayer beads in his hand and went over to exchange pleasantries, giving them a perfunctory response.
This old woman with the disdainful eyes was, after all, the deputy director of the Imperial Observatory and a high-grade purple qi cultivator who should not be underestimated. In the past, because of his conflicting paths with Lin Cheng, the two had a very bad relationship and were naturally at odds.
However, after the incident where they took the initiative to yield and ask Ouyang Rong to accept the imperial edict, the conflict was temporarily put aside, the relationship was somewhat eased, and they were able to maintain some politeness when they met.
Furthermore, Ouyang Rong didn't display any arrogant attitude that often comes with power. Perhaps because she found the younger man's attitude better than expected, Granny Song now found Ouyang Rong somewhat agreeable...
Ouyang Rong and Granny Song went to the side. While the two exchanged pleasantries, Rong Zhen remained in the main hall, gave instructions to the female officials on either side, and then prepared to go find them.
With a "whoosh".
Wang Caozhi, who had just been sentenced to death by Yan Liulang, blocked Rongzhen's way out, carrying a ladle.
"Sister Rong, why don't you take this ladle of hot water to your brother-in-law? It would be a shame if he didn't drink it."
"Pfft—!"
Yan Liulang, who was holding a ladle and drinking water, couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of water, covering his front with water mist.
"..."
Wang Caozhi vigorously wiped the water off his face, looked down at the contaminated water ladle, and slowly opened his eyes wide.
"I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I couldn't help it..."
Yan Liulang wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, somewhat embarrassed.
However, Yan Liulang's eyes, when he looked at Wang Caozhi, already showed a hint of shock that he could no longer hide.
Is he a genius?
When Wang Caozhi called out that title, Rongzhen immediately turned to look at Ouyang Rong and Senior Song, who were talking outside the door.
They must not have heard them, because neither of them turned around.
Then her eyebrows shot up.
At this moment, Rong Zhen's icy voice rang out in the hall:
“Wang Caozhi! How many times have I told you, you have to address people by their job titles when you work here. If you dare to use those titles again, get out and don’t come back.”
“Yes, yes, Sister Rong…” Wang Caozhi readily agreed.
Rong Zhen turned her head away coldly.
"Ms. Rong," he said solemnly, changing his address.
Rongzhen stared at him for a while, and then left with a displeased expression.
The ladies-in-waiting around exchanged glances and silently followed him out.
After watching his stepsister's retreating figure, Wang Caozhi, without turning back, muttered to Yan Liulang behind him:
"When we're working, we have to call each other by our titles, so does she have to call us Manager Wang too? Why just call me by my name... I remember we used to call each other Manager Wang, but now we don't. We just call each other by our names. Hey, by the way, Brother Yan, you know a lot. Do you know the reason behind this?"
There was no sound from Yan Liulang behind them.
Wang Caozhi turned around curiously, only to see that Yan Liulang had dropped his empty water ladle on the ground, and his gaze towards him seemed... full of solemn respect. He even clasped his hands in a deep fist salute.
"Brother Wang, please take care of me in the future."
"..."
...
"What were Liu Lang and Cao Zhi talking about in the washroom just now? You two were arm in arm, and you seemed reluctant to part. No, what could you two possibly have in common?"
"No...we didn't talk about anything. Your Excellency, I suddenly realize that Your Highness is a man of great talent."
"The 'wealth' in 'money'?"
"I think... we have them all."
Not long ago, Ouyang Rong bid farewell to Rongzhen, Granny Song, and others, and returned to Xunyang City.
On the way back, he curiously questioned Yan Liulang.
The latter had a look of deep emotion on his face at that moment.
Ouyang Rong glanced at his expression and cautioned, "Sixth Brother, don't follow him astray."
“I’m sure no one is as bold as you, Brother Wang,” Yan Liulang sighed.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips: "Placing him at Xunyang Grottoes was actually partly the idea of Junior Sister and Madam Xie, to give him some training."
Yan Liulang couldn't help but say, "Brother Wang doesn't need to refine anything at all."
Ouyang Rong raised an eyebrow and looked Yan Liulang up and down, who seemed a little strange.
He nodded slightly in agreement:
"It seems that he has indeed resolved his relationship with Lady Rong. I was worried that she might send him back. As you people in the Jiangzhou government know, Lady Rong is not easy to get along with, but it seems to be alright now..."
Yan Liulang interjected, "Now it's definitely too late to make it in time."
Ouyang Rong paused, glanced at him again, and asked with a smile:
"Was he just giving you instructions on how to work under Lady Rong?"
He was very interested.
"Cough cough." Yan Liulang coughed but did not answer.
Ouyang Rong didn't ask much about such private matters.
Return to Xunyang City.
Ouyang Rong first went to the main hall of Jiangzhou to urge Yuan Da Changshi, who had fallen asleep on duty again.
In the afternoon, I received a message from the government in Wannian County, Jiangzhou, that Li Fusu, the Prefect of Jiangzhou and the Heir Apparent of the Prince of Xunyang, was inspecting the county and was staying there temporarily. It was the penultimate stop for him, and he would be setting off back in a few days.
Ouyang Rong also received a private message from Li Dalang.
The letter didn't mention Princess Anhui, but only chatted with Ouyang Rong about the sights and scenery of the various counties they had seen along the way. At the end of the letter, he also quietly mentioned that he had strolled around the old town of Wannian County yesterday and saw another Yunshui Pavilion, but he didn't go in.
Ouyang Rong chuckled to himself.
In fact, during these days, Li Dalang, in his capacity as the Prefect of Jiangzhou, toured and inspected various counties in Jiangzhou, and the Prince of Xunyang's residence did not send a single letter home along the way.
Princess Wei Mei still missed her eldest son very much, but she was dissuaded by Li Guo'er and Li Xian from going to inquire about his well-being.
While the Prince of Xunyang's residence remained indifferent, Ouyang Rong, as the chief strategist, still had to keep a close eye on things privately, lest something truly happen to his eldest son.
After reading it, Ouyang Rong folded the letter and tucked it into the book, indicating that he had read it but would not reply.
By evening, with everything temporarily settled, Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief and, under the pretext of visiting Li Yu, accompanied Yuan Huaimin back to Chengtian Temple.
They left after a short while; Ali drove the carriage and turned towards the quiet courtyard.
After having dinner with the embroiderer, Ouyang Rong rolled up his sleeves and washed the dishes together. He then sat with her in the courtyard for a while before leaving the quiet courtyard before the light of day completely faded.
In the dark alley, Pei Shisan Niang's carriage had been waiting for a long time. Ouyang Rong took several boxes of the finest Hanlei ink sticks and carried them back to the Huaiye Lane residence.
Rongzhen asked him to help return Yuan Huaimin's "Peach Blossom Spring," but Ouyang Rong hadn't given it to him yet.
During the day, he tried to gauge his unreliable friend's opinion, but Yuan Huaimin seemed indifferent, only reminding him not to lose it.
Moreover, during the day, Ouyang Rong had asked Yuan Huaimin about his work investigating Tao Yuanming's life and deeds, but the old man just laughed it off, it seems he's been slacking off again these past few days...
Ouyang Rong shook his head.
That evening, at Yinbingzhai, Ouyang Rong used Hanlei ink sticks to coax the little ink spirit Miaosi.
The female immortal was quite satisfied, but as soon as she heard Ouyang Rong tell her to squeeze out more spiritual ink, she immediately turned her back, squatted in the corner of the wardrobe, and drew a circle to curse someone.
Ouyang Rong remained silent.
However, we already have a red and black talisman as a trump card, so there's no rush for a second talisman.
In fact, Ouyang Rong was not very clear about the specific details of Miaosi's production of spiritual ink. The little guy was always very secretive and did not tell him much about the details. It was obvious that he had been persecuted a lot and knew that he could not reveal the truth completely, otherwise he would be easily exploited by the unscrupulous boss.
Moreover, Miao Si often complains that "not a drop is left," and she always whines and plays the victim in front of him and her junior sister... She's obviously a seasoned veteran with plenty of survival tips. I believe she and Yuan Huaimin will have a lot in common.
The day passed by in an orderly fashion, with Ouyang Rong's arrangements meticulously planned and every detail carefully considered.
However, given that Ouyang Rong hadn't gone home for dinner for several nights, Zhen Shuyuan seemed to have begun to suspect him.
Ouyang Rong began to think about finding an opportunity to resolve the misunderstanding his aunt had about the embroiderer.
However, this is on the premise that the embroiderer is willing to meet her aunt openly and honestly.
Ouyang Rong sighed, turned his head and looked around. The moonlight had already entered the room, so he went to wash up and go to bed.
...
Ouyang Rong was woken up at the hour of Chou Zheng, which is around 2 a.m.
At first, it seemed that Ye Weilai got up to urinate in the middle of the night. He woke up groggily, turned over and raised his leg to go back to sleep. But after a while, in his daze, he heard hurried footsteps outside the yard, the bright light in the inner room turned on, and a cool night breeze entered the room.
Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes and saw the worried face of the white-haired maid in front of him:
"It was a female official from the Censorate who came looking for us. Brother Yan just arrived as well. It seems there's something urgent. Madam Zhen was also woken up and sent her maid to inform my husband..."
Ouyang Rong immediately threw off the covers, put on his shoes and clothes.
Where are they?
"Over in the waiting room."
After listening calmly, Ouyang Rong turned to look at the pitch-black night outside the window and frowned.
"Okay. You go to sleep first, it's alright." He comforted Ye Weilai, then quickly finished dressing and strode away.
Before leaving, he picked up a violin case and left with it.
...
The night was very deep.
At this moment, the area outside the old state prison on the cliffside of Xunyangfang is as bright as day.
Torches were lit, illuminating all the dark corners around, leaving no hidden dangers.
Hundreds of soldiers in black armor, their faces grim, stood guard outside the high walls of the state prison.
His eagle-like gaze swept over the surrounding houses and bushes.
These elite black-armored soldiers belonged to the Xuanwu Battalion of the front-line army.
The last time it appeared was when the convoy carrying the head of the Donglin Buddha entered Xunyang City, which was the day the Xingzi Lake Buddha collapsed. It was brought by Qin Yanqing to help the female officials of the Supervisory Council to eliminate the martial arts practitioners from the Tiannan Jianghu who dared to ambush the convoy.
Judging from the current situation, no outsider can approach the area within 300 meters of this old state prison tonight...
At the end of a dimly lit corridor lined with black cells on both sides, the large iron gate of the water dungeon was tightly closed.
Outside the iron gate, three dark figures waited motionless.
Two torches flanked the entrance, their flames dancing.
The warm orange light shone on Ouyang Rong, Rong Zhen, and Qin Yanqing.
However, the firelight only illuminated half of their bodies, and cast their shadows on the ground very long, extending to the damp, dark moss-covered wall in the distance.
The atmosphere at the entrance to the water dungeon was somewhat quiet.
A faint wail could be heard coming from inside the iron gate, amplified by the silence of the passageway outside.
But none of the three spoke.
Qin Yanqing, who had hurriedly brought the Xuanwu Camp to Xunyang tonight, turned his head slightly and glanced at Ouyang Lianghan, who had arrived not long ago, and Rong Zhen, who had just come out of the water dungeon to accompany them.
The girl in the cold palace attire was bowing her head, carefully wiping the lake water stains mixed with blood from her hands with a rough rag.
Ouyang Lianghan sat on the bench that Old Yang often sat on near the entrance of the water dungeon. He leaned forward, crossed his hands, and propped his chin up. His face was backlit, so his expression was not clear.
Qin Yanqing withdrew his gaze and glanced back at the iron gate.
Inside this water dungeon, there is a cruel old official and a chivalrous "hero".
Qin Yanqing licked his lips, breaking the silence.
"This old gentleman has a pretty steady hand," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
Rong Zhen turned to look at Ouyang Rong, who remained silent, and said softly:
"I'm grateful to Chief Secretary Qin for his help this time."
"It's nothing, just our duty. The Grand Marshal is also very concerned about the Donglin Buddha and sent us here to investigate thoroughly. According to the latest information gathered by the Xuanwu Camp, there are rebels in the Kuangfu Army who have infiltrated the Hongzhou front and entered the Jiangzhou region in the rear."
"Based on some recent signs, I suspect that among the visitors, there may be important figures from the Kuangfu Army, several people close to Li Zhengyan... They may have already met with the rebel leaders of Tiannan Jianghu and are heading towards Jiangzhou, their purpose is self-evident."
"However, catching this big fish today is also a matter of luck..."
Qin Yanqing recounted in detail the process of capturing this "hero" of the martial arts world in the south. Rong Zhen listened quietly, nodding occasionally.
Tonight, Qin Yanqing suddenly led the Xuanwu Camp to escort a "great hero" who was famous in Jiang and Hong prefectures.
This man's surname is Zheng, and his given name is Jun. He is a chivalrous hero who has performed many heroic deeds since his youth, earning him a far-reaching reputation. Now in his prime, around thirty years old, he has already accumulated considerable fame in the Jianghu of Tiannan, and many people know him... But none of that matters.
Rong Zhen went in just now and checked this person's dantian. He found that this person was a genuine eighth-grade Qi cultivator. To be able to reach the eighth grade through unofficial means is indeed quite talented.
It's no wonder that this Master Zheng has such a status and reputation in the martial arts world of Tiannan.
The reason this item fell into the hands of Qin Yanqing and the Xuanwu Camp was because, while investigating the rebels who had invaded the Kuangfu Army, the Xuanwu Camp destroyed a contact point that was usually disguised as a restaurant. Among the clues were some records of this Master Zheng's past lodgings, and so they followed the trail...
This is the biggest fish that the Xuanwu Camp and the Supervisory Council have caught since they issued the wanted notice.
It's no wonder the Xuanwu Camp and the Censorate are having such a hard time. In the past, the Imperial Observatory and other violent government agencies in Jiangnan Circuit didn't control them too strictly, unlike in Guanzhong or Hebei Circuit...
Among the ten circuits in the country, Jiangnan Circuit is not particularly prominent. The south is far from the emperor's reach and is far from Luoyang and Chang'an.
The Jianghu region in the south was largely unregulated, with the imperial court turning a blind eye because it did not involve core interests and allowed it to govern itself, thus saving on governance costs.
Speaking of which, in Jiangnan Province, the imperial court already incurs huge costs every year just for flood control.
The Jiangnan region today is not the extremely prosperous place it will become in the future. Even after the migration of the elites to the south hundreds of years ago and the large influx of people from the north during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Jiangnan region is still not fully developed. The most typical problem is flooding.
The water conservancy facilities for controlling floods in Jiangnan are not yet mature enough, which has become a geographical factor hindering the prosperity of Jiangnan... Jiangzhou and Hongzhou are adjacent to the ancient Yunmeng Marsh of 900 li, which can be considered half of a poor and bad place, a popular place for exile.
But now, with the outbreak of the Southwest Restoration Army Rebellion and the temporary construction of the Donglin Buddha, it has suddenly become important.
The Control Yuan has only recently begun to manage these mountain people in Tiannan Jianghu, so it is naturally proving to be quite challenging.
Fortunately, they had the assistance of the Xuanwu Camp, which came from the Xuanwu Guard in Luoyang. The Xuanwu Guard was one of the sixteen guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Unlike the Sixteen Guards, which were specifically responsible for managing local military commands, the Xuanwu Guard, since its establishment, has been a special army in the Daqian and Dazhou armies, specifically used to deal with Qi cultivators. They are experienced and all wear black robes and black armor.
Besides the Xuanwu Guard, there are four other special military units: the Azure Dragon Guard, the Vermilion Bird Guard, the White Tiger Guard, and the Yinglong Guard. Each unit has different armor and uniforms and performs specific duties.
"Don't worry, the old-timers have seen plenty of these so-called tough nuts to crack."
After a pause, Rong Zhen seemed to glance at Ouyang Rong:
"And not everyone is like Li Yu."
"Who is Li Yu? Is he also a traitor and criminal?"
Qin Yanqing looked quite interested.
Rongzhen did not answer.
Ouyang Rong remained silent and motionless, seemingly lost in thought.
"Squeak—!"
The tightly closed iron gate behind the three men made a piercing sound as it slowly opened from the inside.
A short, one-eyed old man emerged from the doorway. It was Old Yang.
The old man waved his hand toward the group of people at the door, his withered, wet hand clutching a damp booklet.
"The mouth opened."
Old Yang spoke calmly as he handed the statement to Rong Zhen, who was closest to him.
Rong Zhen lowered her eyes, glanced at the statement a few times, took a deep breath, and immediately handed the statement to Qin Yanqing.
The latter looked down curiously, and after reading it, immediately dropped the statement and left in a hurry.
The confession eventually fell into the hands of the silent Ouyang Rong.
He looked at it carefully and pursed his lips.
Rong Zhen withdrew her gaze from the direction Qin Yanqing had left and chuckled softly:
"Mr. Wei and Young Master Du, the guests of the Great Lady, are the two people Zheng Jun has met before... Do you know Ouyang Lianghan?"
"I've met you before, so I'd say I know you," Ouyang Rong said, his voice a little hoarse.
"Wei Shaoqi and Du Shuqing. Judging from their build and attire, it should be them."
"I also guessed it was them."
Rong Zhen nodded, pointed to the confession, and said coldly:
"Yunmeng Jianze's secret issuance of the Yunmeng Order, inviting these martial arts figures from Tiannan to discuss important matters, is probably aimed at us."
"This so-called hero Zheng Jun also has a Yunmeng Token. According to his confession, he wasn't the only one to receive one in Jiangzhou; others did as well."
"However, he's not very familiar with the area, so he can only give us a possible list. We don't know if there are any omissions. It's okay, let's arrest them all first."
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and remained silent.
This time, it is almost certain that the Kuangfu Army has completely colluded with the rebels in Tiannan Jianghu and intends to destroy the Buddha statue in Xunyang Grottoes.
Last time, because Lin Cheng was in charge of the statue-making, Ouyang Rong, who had been demoted to the position of Sima of Jiangzhou, did not need to consider this issue.
But now, it's his turn. The Xunyang Grottoes, which he oversaw the construction of, and the giant Buddha statue he painstakingly built, are about to face a hidden threat.
This time, Yunmeng Jianze's plan is likely even more meticulous than last time, and their attack will be completely unexpected...
With his back to the water prison, Ouyang Rong repeatedly reviewed the blood-stained confession.
Noticing his strange quietness, Old Yang and Rong Zhen both turned their heads to look at Ouyang Rong.
Two hours later, Qin Yanqing returned, carrying something in his hand, which he threw in front of everyone.
"I didn't expect him to hide it so well. He didn't even bring it with him. He has a mistress in Xunyang City, and it's hidden in his wardrobe at home. He's quite cautious. Fortunately, we had an experienced interrogator this time."
There, in a scattered bundle of cloth on the ground, was a short sword.
Qin Yanqing frowned: "This thing is the Yunmeng Token? The invitation they sent out for their secret meeting?"
Ouyang Rong remained silent, bent down to pick up the short sword, and played with it in his palm, his eyes slightly narrowed.
This short sword is rather strange; it's made of bronze, looks nice but isn't very practical, yet it's exceptionally well-made.
The orange glow from the torches on the wall fell on the bronze, and a fierce-looking dragon was faintly visible carved on the sword hilt.
The ancient sword blade extended from the gaping maw of the evil dragon, as if the dragon had been pierced through its mouth by a sharp sword... imprisoned and killed.
Upon closer inspection, it does seem to be true, because the bronze head of the sculpted evil dragon has a pained expression with its eyes closed, complemented by the ghastly green color of bronze... This style is a bit eerie and terrifying.
At the entrance to the water dungeon, all eyes were fixed on it.
The flames flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and the bronze evil dragon appeared and disappeared intermittently.
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