Chapter 799 Sorry, my previous dynasty
The question was uttered, and the entire room fell silent.
Even the palace-dressed girl on the high platform, who had been worried about Ouyang Rong, was dumbfounded.
Like Granny Song, Yi Qianqiu, and others, they wondered if they had seen things wrong.
Wasn't this fake Ding sword of the "Humble Scholar" supposed to belong to Wei Shaoqi and others? It was used as a treasure and a trump card, even against the "Emperor Wen" and the Donglin Buddha.
This is... a betrayal of the enemy in the face of battle?
Is this even possible?
As for the nonsense about scholars picking up "poor scholars," of course no one believed it. However, some people suddenly remembered that Ouyang Lianghan did indeed come from a poor family. He was a true scholar from a poor family.
Wei Shaoqi looked at Ouyang Rong, his face filled with disbelief:
"You're a hot-tempered person like the [Humble Scholar], but no, you're not an initial ninth-rank cultivator, so how did it recognize you as its master? And why are you so intimate with it..."
The middle-aged scholar, who had been studying the bronze scroll for a long time, paused here, unable to finish his sentence, his eyes involuntarily falling on the bronze scroll.
The bronze scroll was closed, held in Ouyang Rong's right hand. A sky-blue halo continuously seeped out from the gaps in the tightly closed scroll, like a mischievous child.
The inverted azure sword shadow had also undergone a great change. In the past, it was only summoned to make a routine appearance and kill people without any emotion. But now it was like a child running around, circling around Ouyang Rong's body and lingering around the wine flask at his waist, as if it also wanted to drink.
No one expected that this phantom, symbolizing the arrival of the "Humble Scholar," would have such a childlike side.
It can still be so lively and enthusiastic, clinging to its owner.
Comparison is the thief of joy; this truth is being clearly demonstrated to Wei Shaoqi, Wu Daozi, and everyone else.
Ouyang Rong didn't open the bronze scroll. In front of everyone, he lightly tossed the scroll in his palm, weighing the sword energy, and said somewhat calmly:
"Not bad, this scroll has been restored quite well."
Upon hearing this, apart from Wu Daozi, the one who recast the Peach Blossom Spring painting and vaguely sensed something, everyone else was completely bewildered and increasingly suspicious.
Wu Daozi frowned: "Are you very familiar with this fake cauldron sword?"
How could we not be familiar with each other? What about our ex?
Ouyang Rong did not answer, but took another sip of wine, squinted slightly, and smacked his lips to taste the wine.
The young man in the scholar's robe lowered his head and skillfully poured the wine from the pot. His fingers were stained with wine, and he flicked his wet fingers forward, spilling some wine into the air.
The azure sword shadow flashed past like a shadow, as if chasing after the wine.
Like a deer frolicking by the water in the forest, they are lively and agile.
The wine droplets passed through the sword shadow, and the azure sword shadow seemed somewhat forlorn as it returned, circling around the scholar-robed youth with the wine gourd hanging from his waist.
Like a caged bird longing for its old forest, or a fish in a pond yearning for its former deep pool.
The group looked at each other in bewilderment.
At this moment, the ground shook, and the white dragon roared. It turned out that the Donglin Buddha had smashed it into the ground again, creating a deep pit.
The two colossal figures, each a hundred feet tall, one made of bronze and the other of rock, seemed oblivious to pain, neither giving an inch, their blows landing squarely on the flesh.
Like gods fighting, in the blink of an eye, either dust is sent soaring into the sky or the earth shakes.
This immediately drew everyone's attention once again.
The white dragon, which had been smashed into the deep pit, remained quiet for a while, seemingly on the verge of death. The Donglin Buddha took a step forward, reached into the pit, and prepared to grab it. Suddenly, a white shadow darted out of the pit, flicked its tail, and lunged straight at the face of the Donglin Buddha's golden head. In the next instant, however, it was firmly grabbed by one of the Donglin Buddha's large hands. The white dragon's eyes turned red, and it took the opportunity to wrap around the Donglin Buddha's arm and upper body.
The white dragon, like a noose, coiled around the Donglin Buddha and tightly bound its neck.
Unfortunately, the Donglin Buddha doesn't seem to need to breathe, so this strangulation technique appears to be ineffective.
The white dragon immediately opened its bloody maw and bit down on the golden Buddha head.
The Donglin Buddha held up the white dragon's mouth with both hands, seemingly mobilizing all his strength. His boulder body creaked and groaned, and dark golden Kui Xing talismans appeared and disappeared on his body.
The Buddha statue seemed to be about to tear the white dragon in two.
The two sides tore each other apart, resulting in a stalemate.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the movement of the Buddha statue beside him, put down the wine pot, and suddenly asked:
"Have you used all your moves? Is there anything you've forgotten?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Shaoqi and the others felt a chill run down their spines.
Some people realized what was happening and looked up at the arc that hung high above the main grotto.
The young man in the scholar's robe, whose forte was the sword, had not yet brought it down.
However, Wei Shaoqi and his men had already suffered heavy losses... Not only was Bai Jiao held back by the Donglin Buddha, but the fake Ding Sword of the [Humble Scholar] had also inexplicably defected to the hands of the Confucian youth.
Originally, this bronze scroll was an important backup plan for Xue Zhongzhu, Wei Shaoqi, and others to resist the "Craftsmanship" Gui Qu Lai Xi... but now even that guarantee is gone.
The young man in the scholar's robe had a wine gourd hanging from his waist, eighteen beads strung in his left palm, and a bronze scroll in his right. He was polite, glancing around at the increasingly flustered crowd. Receiving no reply, he nodded and said:
"That's all, then it's my turn."
After speaking, the young man in the Confucian robe quickly formed a hand seal with his left hand, and the Kui Xing Talisman among the eighteen seeds surged, with a large amount of dark golden light flowing out from it, surrounding his whole body, as if he were wearing a golden Confucian robe.
On the bronze scroll in his right hand, several ancient Kui Xing talismans faintly appeared. They looked quite old, and it was unknown when they were planted. They were hidden in the bronze scroll, and at this moment, the Kui Xing talismans were radiating a sky-blue light.
Everyone thought that the arc-shaped cloth sword hanging high above their heads was finished and about to fall, and they were all frightened.
To everyone's surprise, the "Craftsmanship" sign above remained motionless, hanging high in the air with a hint of aloofness.
Below, a young man in a scholar's robe stepped forward with a smile on his face.
In fact, Wu Daozi was right before. His dantian spiritual energy was indeed only at the seventh grade, far from enough to use these Confucian arts. He had relied on this "stolen" Great Buddha Dharma formation to issue the amnesty decree, which can be considered a true example of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.
If it continues to be used, the Great Buddha Dharma Array will eventually run out of resources.
At this moment, in addition to the eighteen seeds of the counterfeit Emperor Wen's sword, he also had a bronze scroll.
Another great formation of cauldrons and swords.
Two great formations are in hand.
This time, the young man in the scholar's robe was still alone, walking as if taking a stroll.
Before anyone could react, Ouyang Rong had already appeared in front of Xue Zhongzhu.
Before the snow-white longsword was drawn, a long sleeve swept across the chest of the blonde queen.
The azure sword energy surged forth like a torrent from the Yangtze River.
The candle in the snow lasted for seven breaths.
The once-proud, snow-white sword energy withered away.
The swordsman questioned the sword, and the young man in the scholar's robe returned the favor in kind.
As the candle in the snow exhausted its last breath, its tall body flew backward.
A cloud of blood mist blocked the two of them, obscuring her expression.
Ouyang Rong smiled and grabbed a snow-white longsword that was "wailing".
Second payment for frost.
Ouyang Rong casually tossed it into the bronze scroll, which seemed to be able to store things.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he took another step.
This time, he appeared before Wu Daozi.
He strolled past the squinty-eyed old man as if taking a leisurely walk.
This time, no one saw how the two made a move.
The two figures disappeared for a moment, and the ten-foot space around them seemed to transform into a traditional Chinese ink painting.
The two of them became like paper cutouts, moving around in the ink painting.
The ink-painting figure representing Ouyang Rong walked to the ink-painting figure of Wu Daozi and tore the latter in half.
It's like tearing a piece of paper.
The ink-wash style of the painting disappeared.
The dreamlike ink wash painting fades, and everything returns to reality.
Ouyang Rong walked out of the ink painting as if taking a stroll, passing the squinty-eyed old man.
Wu Daozi remained in place, but was split in two, from the middle of his forehead.
But to everyone's horror, after the old man was torn open, there seemed to be no blood or flesh splattering.
Wu Daozi was as thin as a sheet of paper.
Although it was torn apart, it still had a lifelike expression, indicating that it was still alive.
The old man, now split in two, stared blankly at the back of the young man in the scholar's robe.
The astonished crowd suddenly realized that Wu Daozi's true form was actually a piece of paper, or rather, a figure painting.
It wasn't a real person who came.
Before he knew it, Ouyang Rong had arrived at Wei Shaoqi's side.
The latter, having lost the bronze scroll, was stunned and forgot to move.
Ouyang Rong pointed a finger at his brow.
Wei Shaoqi was so frightened that he took a step back and fell to the ground.
Three breaths later, the middle-aged scholar came to his senses, touched his body with both hands, and was surprised to find that he was completely unharmed.
"I said I would be paid for answering."
Ouyang Rong glanced at Wei Shaoqi casually and walked past him.
In the next instant, his figure disappeared from sight.
After searching for a while, everyone discovered that the young man in the scholar's robe was standing in the air in front of the white dragon.
He pointed a finger at the irritable white dragon's brow.
The enormous, ferocious white dragon suddenly stopped, its body beginning to shrink, and then shrink even smaller...
Today, the mythical white dragon has been reduced to a white sturgeon, thrashing about in a muddy puddle in the center of the pit.
On the high platform, Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Old Yang, and the others could hardly believe their eyes. The mythical beast that had ravaged Twin Peaks today was actually such a small thing. In an ordinary fishing family, it would be used to make soup for dinner... but today they had been given a good beating.
Ouyang Rong landed gracefully, smiled and thought for a moment, then squatted down in front of the white sturgeon, touched it with his eighteen seeds, and made a hand seal.
Some of the Kui Xing talisman was injected into the belly of this cute little fish.
In the next instant, the white sturgeon, which had been bleeding from all seven orifices, regained its vitality, and its bronze-like body began to return to normal, regaining some of its ordinary flesh and blood, although its scales still emitted a faint bronze glow.
At the same time, Du Shuqing, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, spat out a mouthful of blood and touched the Yunmeng Token on his lap in surprise.
It was completely empty.
His high-grade Yunmeng Token has been shattered into dust.
Meanwhile, throughout the Jianghu region of Tiannan, one Yunmeng Token after another shattered, causing a series of startling sounds.
The white sturgeon came to life, with a faint purple dragon phantom flashing past its eyes, mysterious and enigmatic.
Du Shuqing suddenly opened his eyes, and the tall, slender figure of the scholar-official appeared before him as expected.
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked, "Did you water the orchid on the windowsill of the study in the Meilu Garden?"
Du Shuqing tilted his head slightly and met Ouyang Rong's calm gaze. The sunlight behind him stung his eyes.
The young man blushed and was speechless.
Ouyang Rong then reached out and pulled out his own child bride's bronze sword, stuffed it into the bronze scroll, and turned to leave.
Du Shuqing suddenly said to his back:
“Ouyang Lianghan, I did not see Lady Yue today. This sword of hers was given to me by the eldest daughter of the royal family. It is used to communicate with the evil dragon. This sword has taboos, and I dare not touch it.”
Ouyang Rong paused slightly, nodded, and continued forward.
Du Shuqing dared not look at the gazes cast upon her by Mr. Wei, Mr. Wu, and others.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the young man in the scholar's robe, dressed in four different styles, did not walk towards any of the powerful female rulers, but instead slowly walked back to the high platform.
The dark golden halo on the string of eighteen beads in his hand had dwindled to a mere glimmer, seemingly due to the depletion from this series of attacks.
But no one dared to turn and run away, let alone go up and provoke them again.
After all, even the most hot-tempered Queen of Yunmeng was frozen in place, not moving... and no one else had the guts to do so.
On his way to the high platform, Ouyang Rong took off his wine jug, tilted his head back, and took a sip.
A cloth sword, its age unknown, hung alone above everyone's heads.
This time, I am truly convinced.
No... something else caught up with Ouyang Rong.
It was a white sturgeon that had transformed from a dragon, seemingly reluctant to leave, "plop plop" following behind its savior.
After having a "big dream" today, it seems it can survive without water.
Ouyang Rong ignored the little guy.
We arrived at the high platform.
Granny Song greeted them with a joyful expression.
"Young Master, the Sage will surely reward you handsomely! In time, you will become the second Elder of the State."
Rongzhen's ears turned red, and her eyes darted away.
She didn't go to greet him with Yi Qianqiu and the others, but her attention was entirely focused on the tall, slender figure who had returned victorious.
Ouyang Rong smiled and said to Granny Song:
Did I tell you to swallow that high-grade Qi-replenishing pill?
Granny Song's expression changed.
Yi Qianqiu and Rong Zhen, who were standing nearby, suddenly turned their heads to look at the old woman with the white eyes. They realized that the pill that Song Mama had swallowed as a treatment when she praised Ouyang Rong was actually that black dragon.
Before she could react or explain, Granny Song felt a heat in her abdomen.
The old woman with the white eyes trembled all over and lowered her head in a daze.
A left hand adorned with eighteen beads was seen inserted into her lower abdomen, dantian.
Ouyang Rong took out a blood-stained, emerald-green pill, wiped it with a handkerchief, and squinted at it.
The outer layer of the elixir had melted away, but the main part remained, emitting a spiritual fragrance and the smell of blood.
Granny Song coughed up blood, trembled all over, and looked utterly incredulous.
It was both unbelievable that Ouyang Rong would take action and unbelievable that he would extract the elixir in this way.
The entire audience was shocked by this sudden scene. A Qi cultivator with purple Qi, even though he was injured, had his dantian dug out like this... It was unheard of.
Ouyang Rong remained calm as the top-grade Qi-replenishing pill "Ink Dragon" in his hand trembled violently and exploded into a cloud of dark green mist. From the mist, a dark green dragon made entirely of spiritual energy suddenly emerged, its shape indistinct. Carrying all the spiritual mist from the "Ink Dragon," it followed Ouyang Rong's arm and burrowed into the eighteen seeds.
At the same time, a strange purple mist, familiar to those in the snow, appeared between his brows and flowed into the eighteen seeds.
The young man in the scholar's robe squinted, muttering with some surprise, "What is this thing? It can replace the spiritual energy of the Yin-Yang School."
All merit points in the Merit Tower will be cleared to zero.
All the dark gold Kui Xing symbols on the Donglin Buddha have dimmed, as if they had been used up.
Merit Purple Mist, Ink Dragon Spiritual Energy, and Kui Xing Talisman all surged wildly into the Eighteen Seeds.
The young man in the scholar's robe squinted his eyes in enjoyment, as if sensing something, and remarked:
"So your name is Emperor Wen? So this is what you look like. It's a pity we're too far apart to help you. But I'll help you remove some of the extraneous parts and leave you with only the one and only counterfeit Ding sword."
After the young man in the scholar's robe finished speaking, he released the eighteen seeds that were "almost finished," reached into the zither case, and took out the third bamboo tube.
The first two inkwells were used to steal the Great Buddha's Dharma array, to forge a fake cauldron, and to prohibit teleportation within a hundred miles.
When the third bamboo tube was taken out, all the blood and ink flowed out.
It is condensed in the fingertips of the young man in the Confucian robe.
In the blink of an eye, a new decree was completed, shot into the large Buddha statue that stood motionless not far away, and entered the space between the golden Buddha's eyebrows.
Everyone who saw it trembled in fear!
Almost simultaneously, the ground shook and dust filled the air.
The Donglin Buddha, which had been stationary, stirred again. Its hundred-foot-tall body slowly turned around, its hands hanging at its sides, and like a walking corpse, it slowly walked towards the river in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The river water gradually submerged half of the Buddha's body as it plunged into the river.
Yi Qianqiu and the others were all shocked and panicked on the high platform.
The old woman with the white eyes vomited blood as her dantian was destroyed, and a shrill cry came from her blood-stained mouth:
“Ouyang Lianghan, do not commit a grave mistake! How dare you disobey the imperial decree after the sage’s favor in guiding you? No matter how high your Confucian scholarship is, how can you abandon the principles of loyalty to your sovereign and father? Do you want to be an enemy of the Great Zhou? An enemy of the sage?”
Yi Qianqiu was so anxious he was pacing back and forth:
"Prefect Ouyang, if this Buddha statue is destroyed, we will all be unable to explain ourselves. Don't forget that this is also the result of your and the Princess's hard work!"
Rongzhen suddenly realized what was happening and reached out her hand in a tearful voice: "Ouyang Lianghan, no!"
Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing, and the others, who were inexplicably "reaping the benefits," looked surprised and puzzled, unable to fathom the thoughts of the young man in the scholar's robe.
Ouyang Rong turned around and calmly gazed at the weeping Lady Historian. After a moment, he turned back to the glaring old woman who constantly spoke highly of the Emperor, and said with a light laugh:
"Excuse me, I'm from the previous dynasty."
The entire room fell silent.
Upon hearing the words "former dynasty," the name of the "Great Rebellion" immediately came to mind... This statement was almost tantamount to open rebellion.
In the next instant, a cold, indifferent voice belonging to Ouyang Rong emanated from the golden Buddha head, resounding like a great bell, echoing throughout the entire venue, sacred and majestic:
"Our dynasty prohibits the casting of gilded statues and forbids the construction of pagodas!"
The Donglin Buddha, with its back to the crowd in the main grotto, slowly sinks into the golden waters of the Xunyang River under the setting sun. The Buddha's face, sculpted in accordance with the features of the emperor of the time, has a kind and benevolent expression, its eyes looking at the distant, ordinary city where a few wisps of smoke rise.
It shattered inch by inch, its golden body, painstakingly repaired day and night by tens of thousands of laborers, crumbled layer by layer, turning into scrap iron and rocks that tumbled down.
With a deafening roar, the golden Buddha head tumbled and crashed into the river. The river surged, churning up towering waves.
"ah--!"
The old woman with shattered dantian let out a shrill scream.
The massive waves could not wash away the heavy Buddha head, which became stranded in the middle of the river, temporarily blocking the flow of the river and attracting the attention of the river fish.
At the same time, there were changes in the south, north, east, and west of the sky.
July 15th, 3:45 PM, the third day of the seventh month of the third year of Tianyou.
From south to north.
The Giant Buddha of Jiangzhou, the Giant Buddha of Yangzhou, the Giant Buddha of Yizhou, the Giant Buddha of Bingzhou, and the Tian Shu of Luoyang have all collapsed.
(End of this chapter)
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