Chapter 131

Ouyang Rong did not even know how he had walked out of the main hall, crossed the plaza in front of it, and run all the way out.

His footsteps were fast.

Getting faster and faster.

He did not know why, either; it was just fast for no reason.

And Ouyang Rong did not notice this point at all throughout the process.

His mind seemed to be filled with other things, only moving forward with quick steps, blindly passing through crowds of pilgrims and ancient incense cauldrons one after another.

Only then could he slightly alleviate an indescribable emotion in his chest.

Walking and walking, until the eaves of the Beitian Jiyang Yuan, which he was familiar with and hidden among the bamboo forest, appeared in his line of sight, peeking out from behind the plastered walls.

Ouyang Rong gradually stopped.

The Beitian Jiyang Yuan was actually not far from the main hall.

He did not immediately walk in to inspect it.

Although when he hurriedly said goodbye to his Xiao Shimei and ran away not long ago, that seemed to be the wording he used for leaving.

Ouyang Rong stood under the shade of an inconspicuous tree.

He stroked his forehead with his right palm, from top to bottom, and wiped his face fiercely.

He let out a long breath.

He turned around and looked toward the direction he had come from.

The action of wiping his face was like a switch.

The gaze that had remained calm a second ago began to waver with anxiety.

This face, which was usually firm, resolute, and emotionally stable in front of everyone.

At this moment, expressions flashed across it like a horse galloping past, mixed together, his face complex:

Shock, doubt, hesitation, entanglement... and faintly, a bit of heart-fluttering.

Finally, all of these converged into a look of confusion and melancholy.

Ouyang Rong stood still, silently gazing at the main hall in the distance behind him for a while.

He remained silent for a long time.

He slowly raised his hand, rubbed his stiff face, and rubbed away all the complex expressions.

Ouyang Rong was not a saint; occasionally, he would also pause, linger, hesitate, and feel confused and melancholy.

But, it was always brief.

Once his original intention was set, he would walk to the end, never turning back until he hit the south wall.

Under the shade of the trees near noon, Ouyang Rong turned his head back.

He glanced at the Beitian Jiyang Yuan in the bamboo forest ahead.

For some reason, Ouyang Rong suddenly wanted to return to the dry well and the Pure Land Underground Palace to take a look.

Suddenly, he wanted to very, very much.

Ouyang Rong stepped onto the bluestone floor covered with sunlight outside the tree shade.

"Forward."

He murmured in his mouth.

With his back to the direction of the main hall, he strode toward the Beitian Jiyang Yuan.

First, go in to inspect the patients, and by the way, go to the dry well underground palace behind the Jiyang Yuan to take a look.

Finally, wait for his Xiao Shimei to handle her emotions and attire before coming to find him.

"Magistrate, you've come. Eh, why are you alone? Where is Miss Xie?"

At the entrance of the Beitian Jiyang Yuan, a "little bald head" who had been wandering back and forth waiting under the near-noon sun stepped forward.

He looked toward the empty corridor behind Ouyang Rong twice.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the curious-looking Xiufa.

He was silent for a while, then stated calmly: "She will come in a while."

"Okay."

Xiufa nodded without caring anymore, then asked with some worry:

"But does Miss Xie know the way? This place is a bit remote, and there are many corridors and bamboo forests. It's easy to take the wrong path the first time you come here."

"She should know, she will always ask for directions..."

Speaking of this, Ouyang Rong paused.

"Magistrate, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, then turned his head to instruct:

"How about this, you wait for Xiao Shimei outside. She might be a little lost... You wait for her and bring her in to find me."

He remembered the first time he met his Xiao Shimei, when she mistook him for a little thief who had broken into the room to steal the Ru Shixiong's treasure... It could only be said that a woman who was as big as a child's cafeteria in the future was indeed a bit confused and reckless at times.

But when she was brave, she was truly brave.

Seeming to think of what had happened not long ago, Ouyang Rong sighed silently in his heart.

"That works."

Xiufa did not know what Ouyang Rong was thinking, and did not ask any more questions. He turned around and opened the gate of the Jiyang Yuan, welcoming Ouyang Rong inside:

"Then you go inside first, Magistrate. The one managing the Beitian Jiyang Yuan is my Ru Shixiong Xiudu. He has always been serious, responsible, diligent, and conscientious. He has arranged everything inside. Magistrate, please come in..."

"Okay."

Ouyang Rong nodded, subconsciously holding the hilt of his knife, and stepped into the courtyard gate.

Suddenly, he silently took his hand off the white jade hilt, turned his steps, and returned to Xiufa.

"Magistrate, you are..."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, carefully untied the white sandalwood skirt-knife with a jade hilt from his waist, and silently handed it to Xiufa with both hands:

"When Xiao Shimei comes later, hand this short knife to her for me. This is something very important to her..."

Xiufa opened his mouth.

He wanted to ask why the Magistrate didn't return the knife to Miss Xie himself, and why he was making such an unnecessary move by using a middleman.

But the little novice monk saw the young Magistrate's serious and solemn expression, so he swallowed the words that reached his mouth and nodded like a wooden fish being tapped.

"Understood."

However, Xiufa did not reach out to take the knife immediately. He shouted to wait a moment, then turned to find a storage tray.

Amitabha, Master said that monks should not easily touch weapons of war.

Xiufa held the tray and caught the white sandalwood skirt-knife with the jade hilt.

After dealing with the skirt-knife, Ouyang Rong let out a long breath.

Just now in the main hall, he ran too fast. Although the red rope was not accepted because he played dumb, the skirt-knife was subconsciously brought out.

Ouyang Rong only knew after his Xiao Shimei hinted at it that this white sandalwood knife with a jade hilt hanging at his waist was not just expensive.

Its symbolic meaning was extremely strong.

Ouyang Rong dared not wear this knife.

Nor was he qualified to wear this knife.

He was not a good match; he was a passerby.

He should have returned it to his Xiao Shimei in the main hall at that time, but he forgot.

If he returned it to her in person later, it would be tantamount to a second injury, reopening the scar.

Therefore, Ouyang Rong chose to entrust someone to return it, and he chose Xiufa, an outsider little monk who did not understand the affairs of men and women, hoping to maintain his Xiao Shimei's face slightly.

Seeing Xiufa carefully keeping the skirt-knife on the tray with a serious little face, and then turning to wait in an empty pavilion at a corner not far away.

Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze.

He glanced at the time.

He patted his sleeves and walked into the Beitian Jiyang Yuan, feeling empty and relaxed at the same time.

After entering the courtyard, what Ouyang Rong and Xiufa, who was waiting in the empty pavilion, did not see was that under a dense shade of trees with lush branches and leaves in the distance, two sneaky figures were huddled together whispering.

"Liu Qi, did you see clearly?"

"Saw clearly. What about Sixth Brother?" "Of course I saw clearly too."

The thin monkey Liu family servant, who was called "Yan Liu Liu" by those familiar with him, nodded solemnly.

Although he had seen the prey walk right into the trap with his own eyes, the mission was already accomplished.

But there was not much joy on his face; instead, he became even calmer and said:

"Saw clearly. Then you continue to watch here. Go in and collect the corpse in half a quarter of an hour. If I haven't returned, you go in first to deal with the scene."

The sturdy Liu family servant, who was called "Liu Qi," nodded foolishly, but he was stunned for a moment and reacted:

"Where is Sixth Brother going?"

"I'm going to see the Female Immortal and report the situation to her by the way.

"The Female Immortal finally found an opportunity to send that female secretary away, so we can't let this Ouyang Lianghan come back and break the plan. So you watch carefully for me here, don't let a single fly out, understand? I'm not afraid of the unexpected, I'm afraid of the one in ten thousand."

"Understood, Big Brother. But Ouyang Lianghan definitely won't be able to come out after going in. That swordsman master is sitting inside, and even an earthworm passing by will have to be split vertically..."

Speaking of this, Liu Qi shook his head indifferently. He glanced at the empty pavilion again and asked hesitantly:

"What about that little bald donkey over there?"

"If he gets in the way, deal with him directly. The Master said, today is an auspicious day, killing people doesn't matter! But no matter how many people die, the most important thing is that the person who should die must die."

Yan Liu Liu turned and left, leaving behind a cold sentence.

Liu Qi was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

Donglin Temple, inside the main hall.

Between "Ouyang Rong," Xie Lingjiang, and Master Venerable Shan Dao.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent for a while.

Xie Lingjiang looked blankly at the red rope tied on her hand and the right hand that the Ru Shixiong in front of her had stretched out calmly.

She stood still for a while.

It seemed that happiness had come too suddenly.

A moment ago, it was "mourning is greater than heart death," and this moment, it was "when happiness knocks on the door."

The switch between hell and heaven happened in an instant.

This made the emotions in Xie Lingjiang's eyes unable to change in time.

No matter which woman encountered such a thing, her head would be a little dizzy.

The reason why the person in her heart was the person in her heart.

Because he was the person on her heart, he stepped on your heart, making your mind sway at will.

Master Venerable Shan Dao seemed to have discovered some kind of embarrassment on the scene. He coughed and chanted:

"Amitabha, the old monk said that this fortune stick of the female Bodhisattva is excellent. Look, it's just like the text on the stick, as long as you pursue it boldly... cough cough."

His words stopped, and his face did not look too proud, he just smiled and stroked his beard lightly, chanting in a mysterious way:

"Climbing over the host's wall to embrace his virgin, then you get a wife. If you don't embrace, you don't get a wife... Good stick, good stick indeed."

Feeling that he had completed the KPI of tying the red thread once a day, Master Venerable Shan Dao showed satisfaction in his eyes and looked at the talented man and beautiful woman in front of him.

"Eh, there seems to be a female donor wandering resentfully over there, it looks like she needs preaching and guidance...

"Magistrate, female Bodhisattva, you chat slowly, the old monk is off!"

Master Venerable Shan Dao did not continue to talk nonsense, nor did he get in the way of this pair of Xiao Shimei and Ru Shixiong who had survived a disaster and reunited.

He walked away quickly as if the floor was burning his feet.

Only "Ouyang Rong" and Xie Lingjiang were left facing each other silently.

Why are they so dawdling? Women trapped in the quagmire of love are really troublesome.

The Female Immortal Yuzhi saw Xie Lingjiang standing there as if she had been immobilized, and she had not reached out to tie the red rope on the right wrist that she, disguised as Ouyang Rong, had stretched out for a long time.

She couldn't help but curse silently in her heart.

However, it finally turned into a sigh.

The Female Immortal Yuzhi lowered her right hand and took another red rope from Xie Lingjiang's hand, who was standing still.

Pretending to be Ouyang Rong, she began to tie it on herself.

At the same time, although the Female Immortal Yuzhi kept her face calm, she was actually laughing with anger in her heart.

If she didn't know, if Ouyang Lianghan had entered the Beitian Jiyang Yuan as scheduled at this moment, he should have already been beheaded and dead. Otherwise, what is she doing now?

Coaxing a woman and picking up girls for the enemy?

While the Female Immortal Yuzhi was tying the red rope by herself like a miserable lick-dog, Xie Lingjiang suddenly moved.

As if she had just pulled herself out of a trance and reacted, she immediately grabbed "Ouyang Rong's" right wrist, took the red rope, lowered her head, and helped him tie it carefully.

This determined and rapid action, the focused side face biting her lip.

It seemed that no one could take him away from her.

The Female Immortal Yuzhi breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

In fact, while she was complaining and cursing just now, her peripheral vision had been paying attention to Xie Lingjiang's expression, fearing that the disguise of the Mirage Beast Mask would be seen through by this woman, and she had prepared to run away at any time.

After all, she was a Confucian Qi practitioner with a deep background. Who knew if Xie Lingjiang had learned any special Qi-gazing techniques that could see through falsehoods at a glance.

Although the Female Immortal Yuzhi was quite confident in the effect of the Mirage Beast Mask, because it was made by collecting some residual spirituality of the original body, the exposed aura was almost exactly the same.

But small details like language habits and behavioral actions could still reveal the truth, especially in front of people who were familiar with them.

The Female Immortal Yuzhi did not relax her vigilance at all.

In this undisturbed corner of the main hall, after the talented man and beautiful woman tied the red rope to each other, they lowered their hands.

The atmosphere fell into some silence again.

Xie Lingjiang lowered her head and drooped her eyes, not looking at him, raised her hand and wiped the area under her eyes with the back of her hand, although she actually wanted to rub her eyes more:

"You also know how to come back..."

In the woman's magnetic and hoarse voice, the resentment in her tone was almost overflowing.

The Female Immortal Yuzhi looked at Xie Lingjiang, who was a little excited, calmly, and followed the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, trying to be as concise as possible, and opened her mouth:

"Still... still can't let go... of you."

"Really?"

"Really!"

Xie Lingjiang bit her lower lip hard, raised her eyes quickly to look at the familiar face of the man in front of her, didn't speak for a while, just lowered her head even more.

Eh... The Female Immortal Yuzhi found that the coaxing effect was good. This Xie family woman was quite easy to coax. She opened her mouth to speak, preparing to strike while the iron was hot.

But just at this moment, Xie Lingjiang suddenly put away her expression and asked:

"Where is my skirt-knife? Also, why did you change... into this official uniform?"

The air on the scene suddenly became quiet.

The Female Immortal Yuzhi's breathing stopped suddenly.

Seeing Xie Lingjiang's slightly furrowed brows, she was flustered in her heart and secretly said it was bad.

The Female Immortal Yuzhi had actually just had a flash of inspiration just now, deciding to disguise herself as Ouyang Lianghan to lure Xie Lingjiang away.

When the inspiration first came, she thought it was more and more feasible, but in her haste, the Female Immortal Yuzhi forgot that a Mirage Beast Mask could only change into one fixed form.

Therefore, the clothes could naturally only be a fixed set, which was the official uniform Ouyang Lianghan wore when he fell into the water on his first day in office.

Didn't they say that women would become stupid when they fall in love? Why is this Xie family woman still so careful?

Seeing Xie Lingjiang's beautiful brows, which were slightly flushed, furrowing more and more.

There was no turning back after the arrow was fired, so the Female Immortal Yuzhi had to bite the bullet and explain blindly:

"Just now... didn't I go to the Beitian Jiyang Yuan? So I changed into an official uniform by the way... It just so happens that I'm going down the mountain to pick up Master Shen and the others.

"As for the skirt-knife... as for the skirt-knife, I left it there when I changed clothes and forgot to take it."

Xie Lingjiang looked at him and asked: "Is the Beitian Jiyang Yuan so close... you just went for a while and came back?"

The Female Immortal Yuzhi tried hard to keep a smile on her face, while carefully observing the subtle expressions on Xie Lingjiang's face, and tried to ask back:

"It's quite close, not far away. Xiao Shimei hasn't been there... have you?"

Xie Lingjiang raised her head, her eyes were rimmed with residual redness, gazing at the Ru Shixiong in front of her, and didn't speak immediately.

The Female Immortal Yuzhi's body suddenly tightened.

Recently encountered some things in reality, a bit eo, and then the brothers' book reviews and chapter comments, occasionally the aggressiveness makes me very recognized... Little Rong stays in the room every day, and turns day and night upside down, the state is a bit uncomfortable. Of course, saying this is not to make everyone sympathize, everyone is an adult, everyone has setbacks, there is no need to accommodate others. Saying this is just to say that Little Rong did not perfunctorily ignore the book friends... but the shortness and slowness are admitted! Also working hard to change, but still not fast enough, so good brothers can scold as they please, Little Rong deserves to be scolded.

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