Chapter 954 The Cold and Aloof Little Taoist Nun?
The moment Ouyang Rong smelled the fragrance of this unfamiliar woman, only one thought came to his mind.
They ran away.
Regardless of whether I've entered the wrong room or whether the condition of my hair is real or not, I'll run first.
He entered quietly, and with his "inherent" ability to gather and retain energy, he made almost no sound. But now that he was on the run, he didn't care about revealing his whereabouts or making a commotion.
Because if this house were truly a trap, it would be impossible for anyone to actually sleep on the bed inside the curtained room.
He was definitely being monitored the whole time, so even if he moved very quietly and carefully, he would have been seen by someone secretly watching and waiting for him the moment he entered the house.
At this point, who cares about controlling the noise? Of course, you should run as hard as you can.
Anyway, if they misunderstood the situation with the hair inside, running around like this wouldn't actually wake up a normal person's hair, unless he also became a Qi cultivator...
The room was pitch black and still silent, but in that instant, Ouyang Rong thought of many things, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
No more hesitation.
He made a quick decision, turned around and rushed towards the window. At the same time, a whooshing sound came from inside the room behind him.
It seemed as if something shot out from the curtain and headed straight for the back of Ouyang Rong's head.
He guessed right.
Halfway through his run, Ouyang Rong suddenly twisted his body in a superhuman arc, tilting his head to avoid the flying object.
Ouyang Rong twisted his body in mid-air in an almost illogical arc, and the flying object almost flew right past his eyes.
Despite being in darkness, Ouyang Rong's dynamic vision allowed him to clearly see what was flying past him.
It is a sword.
It also has a strange woody scent.
As he dodged in mid-air, he twitched his nose.
After passing over Ouyang Rong's shoulder, the flying sword seemed to receive a unique summons from its master, circling in the air before shooting back into the curtained area.
Ouyang Rong took the opportunity to go to the window and open it.
At the same time, he also managed to hear the second breath behind the curtain.
The breathing sound was very faint, like a tortoise's breath.
Almost like Ouyang Rong and the embroiderer, they possessed a hidden, inconspicuous physique.
He hadn't heard anything when he climbed through the window to enter the house.
In addition, Ouyang Rong also observed that when the second faint breathing sound was exposed because of the attack, the first even breathing sound of sleeping was still there and was not affected. In other words, the person on the bed outside the attacker did not wake up and was really asleep.
Before he could think about the details, the window was suddenly pushed open.
Just as Ouyang Rong was about to climb out of the window, the room suddenly became as bright as day.
Caught off guard, the dazzling white light illuminated Ouyang Rong's figure, stretching his shadow to an extremely long length.
Its sound was a beat slower than its light and shadow.
With a "crack!"
It seemed as if a bolt of lightning had exploded inside the house.
The sword, imbued with the scent of wood, shot out from behind the curtain in the blink of an eye.
The sword traversed the distance from the inner room to the window in an instant, arriving directly behind Ouyang Rong.
What's a bit strange is that the flying sword was aimed at his lower leg.
Unlike the first time, which struck at a vital point, the woman drawing her sword from behind the curtain seemed to be preparing to capture Ouyang Rong alive.
However, these are not the main points.
If Ouyang Rong were to turn around at this moment, he would see that the returning Wooden Fragrance Sword was wrapped with tiny silver arcs of electricity.
The wooden sword struck like a bolt of lightning, and the crackling sound was the sound of thunder.
The woman behind the curtain possessed both swordsmanship and thunder magic.
The ability to cast lightning spells and transfer spiritual energy to a sword indicates that the user must be a mid-level or higher Qi Refiner!
A low-level Qi cultivator cannot do this.
The thought flashed through Ouyang Rong's mind, but it only accounted for a small part of the thoughts that were swirling in his mind at that moment.
The wooden sword was as fast as thunder, about to strike his calf.
However, although it is as fast as lightning, it is not as fast as something else.
With a "bang".
The thunder sword seemed to have struck something as hard as a rock; the blade bent instantly and then bounced back along the same path.
In the darkness, Ouyang Rong's back remained motionless, still as if he were about to climb out of the window, but a bronze scroll appeared out of thin air behind him.
The moment the bronze scroll made contact with the thunder sword and bounced back, a sky-blue light burst forth.
The light on the bronze scroll slowly faded, illuminating Ouyang Rong's calm face as he turned back by the window.
Having gained a moment of respite, Ouyang Rong turned around and squinted at the curtains in the inner room.
The Thunder Sword is fast, but it is controlled by a human and cannot escape certain limits. The innately spiritual [Craftsmanship] is faster than a human thought, and it is one step faster, arriving first after being delayed, and blocking it.
The woman behind the curtain seemed to have noticed this as well.
After the lightning sword bounced back, Ouyang Rong continued preparing to leave, but then the curtains in the inner room lit up again.
A rune shot out from the curtain and quickly arrived in front of him.
The bronze scroll that had been hovering in front of Ouyang Rong flashed with light.
A sky-blue sword aura swept across the talisman paper.
Divide into two.
The talisman paper, split in two, suddenly burst into flames, leaving only the elegant cinnabar runes, which in an instant transformed into twisted arcs of electricity and burst forth.
It is the method of lightning.
A beam of pure white lightning pierced perfectly through the indestructible [Craftsmanship] sword energy, covering the "unprepared" Ouyang Rong.
A human-shaped figure appeared by the window, illuminated by arcs of electricity, obscuring the youth's exact appearance for a moment.
This is a rare lightning technique powerful enough to paralyze most mid-level Qi Refiners.
However, three breaths later, the figure covered in lightning still did not fall to the ground.
The person behind the curtain seemed somewhat puzzled.
With a "whoosh," a long sword shot out from behind the curtains once more, striking the thief by the window.
The longsword plunged into the lightning.
The "fierce man" still did not faint or collapse.
The sword that was shot into it sank into the sea like a stone.
In the next instant, Ouyang Rong walked out of the lightning zone with one hand gripping his sword and a calm expression. His body was still covered in silvery-white electric snakes, which flashed across his chest, eyebrows, and palms from time to time.
His skin showed no signs of charring or damage, and maintained a healthy and vibrant complexion.
In this world, there are actually people whose bodies are immune to lightning, walking out of the lightning bolts unharmed.
Suddenly, all noise and movement ceased behind the curtain.
Standing by the window, Ouyang Rong gripped the blade of a longsword three fingers' distance from his eyelid with one hand, stepping out of the small lightning pool that had only given him a ticklish, tingling sensation. This might be a rare and troublesome experience for ordinary Qi cultivators, but for him... compared to the terrifying heavenly lightning he had experienced in the Xunyang Grottoes, it was nothing.
Ouyang Rong's hand gripping the sword was not bleeding or blurred.
It's not that he has an indestructible body.
At that moment, he sniffed again.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the sword tip, which was almost within reach, with his dark eyes.
No wonder it smells of wood; this is a peach wood sword.
Ouyang Rong tilted his head slightly and glanced at the quiet curtained area in the darkness. He made no move to retaliate, nor did he immediately jump out the window and leave.
He fell silent, just like the person behind the curtain... because after the brief exchange, he had also sensed something was amiss.
Separated by the curtains and the darkness inside the room, the two gazed at each other from afar.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
In the air, there was the faint sound of the night breeze outside the window gently blowing the hem of Ouyang Rong's clothes.
There was also the rustling sound of curtains fluttering in the night wind.
In addition, the cold moonlight of tonight once again fell into the room through the window, illuminating a section of the floor between the two rooms.
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to have thinned out a bit by the strong wind, and the bright moon peeked out, its light shining in an increasingly cold and desolate way.
The entire dark room became slightly brighter.
Just then, a rather strong night wind swept in and rushed into the open window.
Ouyang Rong's clothes fluttered in the wind by the window, but his attention was drawn to the inner room.
The night wind blew away the curtains that had been covering the inner room, and the bright moonlight shone in, revealing the scene by the bed in the inner room.
There were two blankets on the bed, the inner one of which was bulging, as if someone was still sleeping there.
One of the blankets on the outside had been pulled back at some point.
The lonely moonlight fell on the bedside. In the cold and desolate moonlight, a young Taoist nun sat cross-legged, as desolate as the moonlight itself.
The lightning sword that had bounced back now lay quietly on her lap.
The aloof young Taoist nun had a red dot between her eyebrows. Due to the distance and her small face, Ouyang Rong couldn't quite make out her expression.
However, this aloof young Taoist nun had a pair of eyes that were exceptionally clear and bright, like starlight even in the darkness, leaving a deep impression and making one unable to resist taking another look.
At this moment, her eyes were quiet and still, her gaze fixed on him.
Ouyang Rong frowned immediately and looked the woman over a few more times.
The aloof young nun wore a lotus crown and a dark blue Taoist robe, clean and simple... The style of the robe seemed somewhat familiar; he felt as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Ouyang Rong couldn't remember for a moment, probably because he hadn't seen him in a long time...
Just then, another sound of sleeping, which had been even, became somewhat disordered, seemingly coming from another quilt behind the quiet little Taoist nun.
The person in the bedding, seemingly still drowsy, mumbled a question:
"...What's that noise? Hmm, little fairy, what are you doing...?"
It's a woman's voice.
Ouyang Rong suddenly turned his head to look.
The woman's voice inside the blankets sounded somewhat familiar to him.
The aloof young nun did not immediately answer her companion's question. She seemed to have just woken up as well, her lotus crown slightly askew and her eyelids twitching.
Those unusually clear and bright eyes now had a slightly hazy look, as if they had just woken up in the middle of the night.
At that moment, the curtains were blown open by the wind, and the slightly sleepy, aloof young Taoist nun gradually saw the figure of the "fierce man" under the moonlight in front of the window.
At this moment, the young woman, still half-asleep, turned over in bed, propped herself up on her arms, and mumbled a question:
"...Hmm, little fairy, what are you doing sitting here? Are you getting up to use the restroom?"
The aloof young Taoist nun, who was about to answer her companion's question, suddenly fell silent after clearly seeing Ouyang Rong's figure in the moonlight...
Ouyang Rong wore a bronze mask, maintaining the false identity of "Zhao Rushi".
He looked at the aloof young Taoist nun in front of him with a wary gaze, her expression shifting inexplicably.
The brief exchange just now also surprised him.
This woman has at least a seventh-grade spiritual energy cultivation level, but she looks very young and delicate, with the same girlish figure as the Lady Historian.
If it's not due to special circumstances that one maintains their youthful appearance, then they are truly young and gifted.
"Who...who are you?!"
The young woman inside the bed seemed to see Ouyang Rong. She was terrified, grabbed the sword from under her pillow, and jumped out of bed.
Seeing this, Ouyang Rong decided not to stay any longer.
He had just sensed something was off and hadn't left immediately because he realized that the room didn't seem to be a setup, or rather, it didn't appear to be one.
Because there was no one blocking his way at all, he had been holding back several moves during the fight, and his vigilance was wasted. The aloof little Taoist nun who made the move in front of him looked like she had just woken up, and her companion on the bed behind her was still fast asleep. This aloof little Taoist nun, who was more skilled, was probably awakened by the slight noise of his self-aware escape and made a last-minute move to stop him.
Nevertheless, the situation is unclear, and it is not advisable to stay here for long.
Taking advantage of the moment when the young Taoist nun by the bed was lost in thought, Ouyang Rong suddenly threw away his wooden sword, waved his sleeve, put away the bronze scroll, and nimbly turned around to climb out the window.
But halfway there, something slipped from his sleeve and landed almost at the same time as the peach wood sword that clattered to the ground.
This object was jet black and elongated. Upon landing, it sprouted a pair of short legs, allowing it to land safely.
That's a brilliant idea.
Seeing this, Ouyang Rong was about to frown when Xiao Mo Jing turned her back to him. She ran towards the bed without fear, sniffing around along the way to identify the scents.
The next moment, a voice filled with surprise and delight rang out from inside the room:
"Xiao...Xiao Xuan! Is that you? Xiao Xuan..."
Little Mo Jing danced with joy and ran towards the quiet, aloof little Taoist nun sitting by the bed.
Behind them, Ouyang Rong was taken aback.
The female immortal, skilled at deserting in the face of battle, didn't forget to turn back and glare at him:
"Xiao Rongzi, why are you bullying Xiao Xuan? We're all on the same side, don't let the flood wash away the Dragon King's temple."
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but turn his head and look at the aloof little Taoist nun who was also gazing at him.
Her exceptionally clear eyes had been fixed on him in the moonlight ever since the curtains were blown open by the wind.
Is this Huang Xuan?
Ouyang Rong was slightly at a loss.
The first thought that popped into his mind was, no wonder it's a peach wood sword, it is indeed the standard equipment of Shangqing Taoists, but this thunder magic, like that of Longhu Mountain... no matter what, it belongs to the Three Pure Ones... His face suddenly became clear.
only……
Ouyang Rong glanced at the aloof little Taoist nun again.
Wow, how did this little girl grow up so much!
The last time I saw her, she was a little girl in a red cotton-padded jacket. We haven't seen each other for the past two years, and we've only communicated through letters she often sent asking for advice and answers.
However, Ouyang Rong was quite busy in Xunyang and replied to letters rather slowly. Several times she mentioned in her letters that she wanted to come back to visit her old home, but Ouyang Rong dissuaded her, telling her to focus on her cultivation at the Shangqing Ancestral Hall on Maoshan Mountain and cherish the opportunity.
Having secretly learned the techniques, he knew that the Maoshan Shangqing Sect truly possessed exceptional skills, or rather, the Three Pure Ones Daoist School all had genuine talent and knowledge…
(End of this chapter)
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