Chapter 871: Miss Zhishuang who died in society
Xue Zhongzhu's face was cold and somewhat numb.
I don't know how many times I've returned to the origin of the Heart-Questioning Game.
She looked up at the tall, slender figure overhead.
Despite being surrounded by thunder and clouds, he remained completely still.
In fact, these days, she and her second junior sister were discussing how to take advantage of the opportunity of recruiting new Yue women to start the Yangxin Hall event, which takes place every few years, and to prepare this scheme to trap this person. In addition to wanting to take advantage of him, Xue Zhongzhu had some other thoughts.
She wanted to see if this guy was as powerful as he seemed? Powerful without any weaknesses? There are countless heroes in the world, but very few can actually pass through the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Xuezhongzhu longed to know if he too had a painful predicament, or mountains and seas that were difficult for him to cross.
This is the irrepressible curiosity one feels when facing a powerful opponent.
It's also a form of psychological comfort:
Because if she could see it with her own eyes, even if her escape when faced with his lingering power that day was an indelible obstacle in her heart, at least she would feel a little better.
Xuezhongzhu knew in his heart that this was the mindset of a weaker person.
These are the kinds of thoughts that only arise when one looks up at others from below. In the past, it was always others, especially men, who looked up at her from below who had these thoughts.
But when your proud head is battered and bruised by reality, this idea becomes like an addictive drug that you can't quit.
At this moment, even Xue Zhongzhu had to admit that he also had a vulgar side.
For someone who is extremely self-righteous, admitting to being vulgar is a painful and unsettling thing.
But just as Xue Zhongzhu never panders to others, she never deceives herself.
One is one, and two is two. All the principles in the world are very simple. If they are complicated, it is either because a fool is overthinking or because of a distorted interpretation.
Xuezhongzhu took a deep breath.
Suddenly, she didn't want to do anything anymore, so she simply sat down on the spot.
He looked up and silently watched the young man in the scholar's robe resist the lightning strike.
Strangely enough, this person never turned around throughout the entire process, and Xue Zhongzhu never saw his face during the cyclical questioning game.
Xuezhongzhu gradually realized this and somewhat acquiesced.
The answer quickly came to mind for the Great Queen of Yunmeng.
Deep down, she was rejecting his other identity and didn't want to see the face she had seen in Dragon City beneath the bronze mask.
Xue Zhongzhu's sudden change of demeanor, sitting cross-legged, drew the attention of Wu Daozi, Wei Xianshaoqi, Du Shuqing, and others. However, the situation on the field continued to develop as before, and Xue Zhongzhu no longer cared about the gazes of others.
Her face was calm, and she tilted her head slightly, looking at the back of the young man in the scholar's robe blocking her way again and again.
Her mood gradually calmed down, unlike her previous irritability and anger. Instead, she noticed some details that she hadn't noticed before, details that she had overlooked during her first experience at Xunyang Grottoes.
For example, Xue Zhongzhu saw on the high platform that the cold, palace-dressed girl was now looking at that guy with eyes full of worry and reluctance, her eyes were red and teary, and her hands were twisting the sleeves of her palace dress until they were white... Just a short while ago, she and her court companions were grieved by that guy for destroying the Buddha statue.
For example, the string of copper coins on the ground.
It was a string of cash, which was what that guy brought with him at the beginning, and he said some strange things.
Xue Zhongzhu recalled something his master had mentioned years ago.
At this moment, Xue Zhongzhu was unusually calm. He was in a strange meditative state within the Questioning Heart Formation, and did not even notice the faint calls from his second junior sister coming from the outside.
The tribulation ended quickly.
Mr. Wu took a familiar step back, and a certain Xuanhuang earth dragon tentacle flew over as well.
All of this was reflected in Xue Zhongzhu's calm eyes at that moment.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
A short while later, at the moment when Wu Daozi ignited and activated the Xuanhuang Earth Dragon Earth Escape Divine Power, she stood up in front of everyone.
Take a step forward.
Her companions noticed her strange behavior and looked at her with concern, as if they were about to advise her.
This time, however, Xue Zhongzhu did not step out of the yellowish-brown light circle in front of her.
Her toes stopped right in front of the circle of light.
The candle in the snow spoke:
"Seventh Junior Sister cannot go with you. This is the rule of Jianze and also my responsibility. Seventh Junior Sister is the next Yunmeng Yuanjun. Jianze, which I and my junior sisters have worked so hard to maintain, will be handed over to her in the future. She cannot leave Jianze to have children in the mortal world. Even if you, Ouyang Lianghan, have a thousand reasons, and although I can barely respect you as a man for what you have done for Seventh Junior Sister, I will not agree to it unless you step over my body."
"No matter what methods or supernatural powers you used, I am indeed no match for you in today's battle. I am indeed on the run and I admit that I cannot defeat you in your current state. But I refuse to admit defeat. I am no worse than you, and I will definitely win back in the future!"
"Moreover, you took the heavenly lightning for me today. I will remember this kindness and never forget it. I can guarantee that if you lose in the future, I will not kill you. At most, I will seal your cultivation and imprison you in the water dungeon to suppress you personally, just like now, when I had my fifth junior sister take the medicinal jade to find your physical body... If one day I defeat an opponent like you, this will become one of my most glorious achievements!"
In the snow, candlelight danced in the air, a resounding voice rang out, and eyes reddened as he spoke each word clearly.
This decisive and efficient female ruler finally spoke her mind, her expression filled with pleasure and relief.
Even if Junyu Nianyuan, the second sister who knows her best, were present, she probably wouldn't have imagined that her senior sister would talk so much nonsense.
These were words that Xue Zhongzhu dared to utter freely only in the Questioning Heart Bureau. After she finished speaking, her exotic and beautiful face was still flushed red.
However, Kenshin's mind became clear again.
Ignoring the astonished expressions of his companions around him, Xue Zhongzhu raised his head high, preparing to turn around and wait for the yellowish-brown halo to dissipate in three breaths before starting a new round.
Just then, she witnessed a scene she would never forget.
At the very top, the tall, slender figure who had withstood nine layers of lightning and whose head was slightly bowed suddenly turned around.
The mask on his face had disappeared, revealing a familiar, gaunt, handsome face.
Xuezhongzhu discovered that, unlike the countless times before when "Ouyang Lianghan" was facing away from her in the familiar cycle of questioning her heart, he was simply facing away from her.
This is the first time something so unexpected has happened, like an inanimate object in a painting suddenly taking on the actions of a living person.
Ouyang Lianghan looked around curiously, as if he had discovered something, and then his gaze fell on Xue Zhongzhu, who was standing there "stuck like a statue" behind the earthen yellow halo below.
"Strange, how did we end up here? This doesn't look like my Questioning Bureau. After all, this fight was quite enjoyable; you were the ones who got beaten up..."
He reached out, pointed to his face, and asked her:
"Young Lady Zhi Shuang, could this be your 'Questioning the Heart' game? Why am I here too... wait a minute."
Quickly realizing his situation and where he had wandered into, Ouyang Rong looked around and chuckled softly:
"Oh, so this is the hardest hurdle for you. So all that rambling you just did was to tell me the truth?"
In an instant, Xue Zhongzhu stood frozen in place, her eyes wide open. She saw a strange expression on Ouyang Lianghan's face, as if he was suppressing a smile.
At this moment of death, Xue Zhongzhu felt blood well up in his forehead and his green eyes blaze with fire:
"Ouyang Lianghan! You...you!"
At that moment, she wished she could find a hole in the ground and crawl into it, never to come out again.
Ouyang Rong reacted extremely quickly, giving the soon-to-erupt Zhi Shuang no time to lash out. He immediately glanced around and casually remarked:
"Alright, I accept your challenge. Unfortunately, I'll be bringing a string of cash next time to redeem the embroiderer. You can focus on your cultivation and wait in Yunmeng. I won't keep you waiting long... Have I become your trap of self-destruction? Fine, I'll come back and reinforce the seal for you again..."
"Also, thank you for informing me of the reason for today's events."
"?!"
The candle in the snow rushed out of the yellowish-brown halo, but in the next instant, everything went black, the world spun, and everything returned to its starting point.
"珰——!"
In the instant she lost sight, she heard a dull bell ring.
At the same time, it was also seen that the sound of the bell seemed to shatter the thunderclouds in the Illusion of Asking the Heart, and Ouyang Lianghan seemed to break through, like an ancient immortal tearing open the sky and going beyond the heavens.
Meanwhile, outside, Yu Nianyuan was waiting anxiously.
She had just witnessed a wisp of white mist belonging to that thief approaching her senior sister with the help of the bell's sound, seemingly merging into the white mist beside her.
Before she could even sense something was wrong, the white mist surged out again.
This time, however, the white mist surrounding the senior sister who was presiding over the Hall of Mental Cultivation was swept away by him like a gust of wind.
The spring water at our feet suddenly began to boil.
"Oh no! He's trying to escape!"
After using the penultimate bell to shatter the illusionary white mist surrounding Lady Zhi Shuang and escape, Ouyang Rong ignored Yu Nianyuan and lightly tapped his brow with his index finger.
The strange white mist that filled the hall was already on the verge of collapse after he comprehended the divine power of the Emperor Wen and manifested 108 bell sounds.
At that time, Ouyang Rong felt that the distant white mist that had trapped his mind would be dispersed in a short while and would not last long. However, it seemed that Xiao Niang Zhi Shuang had joined in and was in charge of the strange white mist, which is why time has been delayed until now.
Currently, the awakening bell has temporarily disrupted Lady Zhi Shuang's state, allowing her to temporarily leave this palace, while also weakening her control over it.
The pressure suddenly eased.
Now, Ouyang Rong felt that the weight of the white mist in the entire hall was as light as a feather compared to the previous crushing weight of Mount Tai.
It seemed like he could move there easily.
At this moment, the cyan-gold light that Ouyang Rong lightly touched between his eyebrows suddenly burst forth with extraordinary brilliance.
The light was like the morning star in the dark night, shining in all directions.
Ouyang Rong made a strange gesture.
He seemed to pluck the azure light from between his eyebrows; the light was actually a point of sword light, the sword light of the "Humble Scholar".
This scene was as if Ouyang Rong had drawn a handleless sword from between his eyebrows.
He simply used his finger as a sword and casually slashed at the air in front of him.
"珰——!"
Just then, the 108th bell rang.
As Ouyang Rong swung his finger down, in the next instant, a pitch-black rift that cut through the white mist appeared right in front of him.
This space is like a piece of transparent paper as thin as a cicada's wing, so thin that it can be sliced open with a fingernail.
Ouyang Rong took a step forward and entered the pitch-black rift.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already on his familiar bed.
At this moment, Ouyang Rong's palm remained deep within the painting, and he sat cross-legged with one leg crossed, the bronze mask already fallen to his side.
He immediately looked around, but it was pitch black all around.
However, Ouyang Rong soon discovered that something was wrong inside the house:
Besides the pitch-black night, a snow-white substance resembling white mist was rapidly spreading inside the house.
It's a snow-white longsword!
It had somehow broken free from the painting. Although Ouyang Rong still reached into the painting and grasped the hilt of the sword, a section of the sword tip had already emerged from the painting, seemingly about to strike the face of the dull young man who had been holding the sword with his eyes closed.
The strange posture of the man with his sword made one wonder if Ouyang Rong was preparing to commit suicide with his sword in the middle of the night.
What made Ouyang Rong frown even more was the sword tip that had just emerged from the scroll, now radiating a surging, snow-white sword light that illuminated the room brightly, only to dim again in an instant.
The room was dimly lit, and on the tip of the sword, there seemed to be a thick black substance attached to it, trying to suppress the unrestrained blooming of the snow-white sword light.
However, Zhi Shuang's sword light was too intense, like an enraged lioness, constantly annihilating the thick, dark object that was blocking its way.
Ouyang Rong successfully broke free of the strange hall and instantly realized the situation... He looked down and found that the dark object with its suppressed and bright sword light seemed to be a lump of liquid ink, which looked somewhat familiar.
"A brilliant idea?"
"Little Rongzi! You're finally awake! Quick, quick, help me hold it down! I can't hold it down any longer! Damn it, it seems to want to run away and even try to make a noise to send a message..."
Without the slightest hesitation, Ouyang Rong took out a sword box from the Peach Blossom Spring Map, and a sky-blue sword shadow emerged from between his brows, replacing Miao Si's natal inkstone and attaching itself to Zhi Shuang.
The snow-white longsword suddenly trembled, its dazzling white sword light completely suppressed by the faint sky-blue sword light.
Ouyang Rong released his grip and went to open the sword case.
The snow-white longsword obediently flew into it.
In the next instant, it was enveloped by countless strands of lightning essence, as if paralyzed, and fell into the box like a dead object.
The azure sword shadow detached and disappeared into the Peach Blossom Spring painting.
The sword case closed again and landed motionless in Ouyang Rong's palm.
Having finally escaped this perilous situation, Ouyang Rong, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, let out a long breath.
"Little Rongzi, how about that? This fairy is loyal enough, isn't she? I didn't sleep in, I kept watch all night... I noticed something was wrong with you, and this little rascal sword, it even tried to escape. Hmph, how could I let it go out and find other wild men while you were away? I can tolerate the lackey, but I cannot tolerate it!"
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong's gaze fell on the young woman in Confucian robes bouncing on his knees.
Miao Si crossed her arms, looked down at everyone, and smugly boasted for a while.
She confidently extended her small hand to Ouyang Rong:
"This deserves a reward. I won't take much, just that peach will do!"
Ouyang Rong: ?
(End of this chapter)
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