Chapter 242

Two Hundred and Fifty, Strange Misunderstanding

Outside the Manjushri Hall, on the square. Two figures were fighting.

A woman in red, and an old man in gray with a lame leg.

Below, there was also a Persian merchant with a group of black-clad swordsmen, assisting the gray-clad old man.

This group of black-clad swordsmen formed a neat formation, looking well-trained, not like miscellaneous soldiers. But even so, after a hundred breaths of fighting, Liu Fu was still gradually falling into a disadvantage, finding it difficult to parry.

"Something's not right." Xie Lingjiang suddenly frowned.

"What is he doing? Does he want to kill the enemy quickly, or protect Uncle Li's family? Right now, Wei Shaoxuan and the others haven't returned for a long time, which should mean they haven't caught anyone, which counts as good news, but if he drags it out here, even if he has the advantage, so what?"

Ever since she stayed by the side of a certain cheap senior brother for a long time, she had developed the habit of thinking more before and after encountering things.

But the Qi refiner's attention wasn't there; his peripheral vision silently sized up Di Gong and Zhao Qingxiu in the courtyard, as well as the dozen or so black-clad swordsmen who had followed.

He missed again; where exactly did he go? The traces he left before he walked away disappeared one by one, and now I can no longer find much of his aura.

Ouyang Rong's expression was sincere, representing the senior brother in thanking the outsider. Dong!

The Qi refiner didn't know that the two women were meeting and getting to know each other at this moment, nor did he know about the concern of a certain mute woman.

Just hearing the commotion of Di Gong and the others in the distance, he put on the Mirage Beast mask for the first time. Embroidery woman nodded, still aiming at her expression.

In the sunlight, the air twisted, and someone replaced the peach tree with a plum tree.

Embroidery woman raised her head and looked at this noble Xie woman with some embarrassment.

The lame steward was terrified; if it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, his perception as a Grade 1 Li boss wouldn't even be able to detect this strange boy.

"Don't misunderstand, it's not any personal grudge, it's just that when I was reading and practicing Qi in the past, Father always mentioned the Yunmeng Sword; I know he was suppressing my arrogance, but I always felt like he was comparing me to other people's children."

Ouyang Rong was inspired and realized, "You can't speak... but you can understand?"

The sword on her back had long since returned to its sheath.

Li Guo'er secretly puffed her cheeks and temporarily submitted.

"What do you mean, you know her but aren't familiar?" Ouyang Rong was immediately curious, "Then what does she look like?"

"What thing?" Di Gong and Zhao Qingxiu looked at each other, and Li Guo'er also glanced at someone sideways.

Li Guo'er's wrist was grabbed, the two were very close, standing together; she lowered her head to look at her wrist, occasionally trying to struggle, wanting to pull it out secretly.

Swish!

Just at this moment, from a sunny spot on the southeast side, a beam of sunlight reflected by a mirror shone over, stinging her eyes.

Only to see warning wolf smoke rising among the mountains downstream. "What's wrong with your arm?"

"Miss, if you have a chance to visit Chen Jun Xie in the future, could you introduce me to the Yunmeng Sword?"

Ouyang Rong felt pity, his face showing an apologetic look:

"That Ouyang Rong, and that meddlesome Yue woman, are truly seeking death. Don't worry, I will properly deal with them in the future... The Prince of Wei's Mansion will never treat you poorly."

What a truly ruthless mind; there must be military personnel among this group of black-clad swordsmen, or rather, this is a group of private soldiers raised by the Wei clan!

Ouyang Rong immediately opened the chatterbox:

Zhao Qingxiu and the others congratulated him one after another, among whom someone said fiercely: Embroidery woman lowered her head, somewhat afraid to face you.

After saying this, he took the initiative to let go, changing to grabbing her wrist, through the sleeve.

Speaking of this, Ouyang Rong's expression was dim, all light disappeared from his eyes, and he looked around blankly.

Someone looked around at the old, young, sick, and disabled people curled up in the corners of the courtyard, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with these lowly people looking at their young master with fearful eyes at this moment.

Di Gong wanted to pursue, but the next second, during the pursuit, just as he landed on the roof of a palace, his peripheral vision swept to a spot a few zhang away, and there was actually a girl in a Wu skirt, sword on her back, tilting her head, watching him quietly.

Actually, you didn't suspect wrongly.

The mute embroidery woman, in a Wu skirt, happened to be standing on the roof of the Sanhui Courtyard where someone had lived, holding a bundle of men's clothing in her hand.

"Then you must have come to the wrong place; this is Mount Dagu, the sword furnace for casting the Xin Dingjian is on Mount Dagu on the opposite side of the county town at the foot of the mountain. When I passed by there, I saw a Yue woman of the female monarch level from your Chen Jun Xie, competing for the Xin Dingjian with the Li boss invited by the Liu family."

Embroidery woman looked at you and nodded.

In the eyes of the embroidery woman, she also saw other scenes; only to see the water vapor above the Aizi Sluice was incomparably chaotic, which was also one of the few places in the current Longcheng County domain that could cover his aura and traces.

At most, it was slightly strange, why were there still people looking at us with strange eyes, but for a moment, no one cared about the abnormalities of these lowly people who had no power to truss a chicken:

Di Gong covered his severed arm and fled from the roof in shock and suspicion.

Embroidery woman's small face revealed a look of wanting to speak but stopping, finally gathering into a universal vocabulary: "Ah?"

If one looked carefully, one would find that the clothing in her hand belonged to a certain young magistrate, and it was also something that a white-haired maid had suddenly "woven" and sent to him to wear not long ago.

"Young Master, this old slave encountered a tough nut to crack, and was careless..." Di Gong cried with tears. Bang--!

"Even if you aren't from the same sect, you aren't familiar with me, so it's not easy to agree? It doesn't matter, we'll talk about it later, right now I can't leave, the senior brother is here..."

It was just that halfway through, following some clues, she went to the Sanhui Courtyard where Ouyang Rong had stayed.

The Qi refiner took the lead to step forward to greet, asking with a concerned face.

You leaped onto several roofs on the southeast side, handing out your sword with a cold face among the black-clad swordsmen. Embroidery woman was indeed following you up the mountain to find someone.

Cold light flashed four times, and the black-clad swordsmen who were preparing to ignite the fire to smoke out the irritable Qi all fell in a row, and the others scattered like birds and beasts.

Sword light flashed, the woman in red seemed to rise violently, scaring the lame steward back. Embroidery woman hurriedly nodded, "Hmm ah!"

Confucian Li boss, among the many "Qi" in the world, is most intimate with the wind Qi, and the clear breeze even has the reputation of having Haoran Qi, and this spicy irritable Qi is the most restraining to the wind Qi.

"Third Young Master, why is the courtyard like this..." Di Gong and Zhao Qingxiu looked around, their eyes suspicious.

"Were you also attracted here by the commotion of the Liu family casting the Xin Dingjian? That should be it, Chen Jun Xie is downstream. Speaking of which, do you know the Yunmeng Sword, the Yue Chuzi of the female monarch palace?"

"This outfit of yours... is a female cultivator from Chen Jun Xie?" Tanlang might be on that precarious Aizi Sluice!

Below, Di Gong, Zhao Qingxiu, and the others, who were preparing to take out wet cloths to cover their mouths and noses, were suddenly anxious.

Di Gong pursued to the roof.

On the roof, the girl in a Wu skirt who had sneaked out raised her head and glanced at the sky above her head.

"Went to pursue Cousin Li Xian, after all..." The Qi refiner turned his head and smiled at Li Guo'er, who was glaring at him: "In the future, maybe she'll be my cheap father-in-law? Can't be absent, right."

Embroidery woman nodded shyly, then shook her head. Because... Embroidery woman couldn't find him.

Just wait for the southeast wind to blow later, and the spicy irritable Qi produced after burning those Cornel Liu Fu will be able to completely cover the palace square where you and the others were just fighting.

On the roof twenty zhang away, the woman in red stopped in hesitation, frowned, and looked back.

"However, looking at the peers, the Yunmeng Sword indeed has the greatest reputation in the Tiannan Jianghu, it can be said that she also has a background and luck, the Yue Chuzi has a high starting point by nature, it's a bit unconvinced, but Miss, don't worry, don't worry, just literary competition, no martial arts."

"Rampant girl, don't run!"

A group of black-clad swordsmen were lying on the roof on the southeast side, and there were vaguely people moving a large amount of Cornel Liu Fu onto the roof behind them, the Cornel Liu Fu was piled up, and more people took out fire starters, as if preparing to ignite it.

Ouyang Rong prepared to leave, walked and hesitated, and asked:

"Miss happens to be here too? We met down the mountain just now, and now we meet here again..."

The Qi refiner listened without changing his expression, frowned slightly, and patted the old man's shoulder: Sensing Ouyang Rong's curious gaze from nearby, Embroidery woman hid her hand holding the clothes bundle behind her back.

The mute woman, who was struggling with how to exchange information with Ouyang Rong, seemed to react to something upon hearing this, turned her head sharply, and stared in the direction of the Aizi Sluice.

"Third Young Master, why are you the only one here? Besides Princess Li, where are the others?"

The Qi refiner touched the "Wei" character mysterious token at his waist and smiled:

Ouyang Rong, as a Grade 1 book-flipper, was even more so; being in an open area with clear breezes, the flow of spiritual energy was even smoother.

The incense aura that had accumulated for many years and was thickly shrouded made Mount Dagu already a natural dark room in the eyes of the Li bosses, covering up too many traces and auras.

A loud noise that shattered the roof, the figure of the lame steward flew out of the roof, fleeing desperately.

Behind the embroidery woman's waist, the small hand grabbing the clothes clenched tightly. Ouyang Rong broke out of the encirclement.

Xie Lingjiang's pretty face was slightly angry, and she swung her sword back, preparing to force back this clingy sticky candy.

A withered arm fell heavily onto the white tile at the mute woman's feet.

But being clamped by the man's large hand on her wrist, in intimate contact, Li Guo'er felt a different kind of freshness.

"You are Ouyang..." Li Guo'er realized, her face immediately filled with a blush, fortunately covered by the thin veil, but a pair of wide-eyed apricot eyes couldn't be hidden.

"Many thanks, Third Young Master!" Di Gong was moved, vaguely feeling that the young master seemed a bit more approachable.

Just happened to be delivered to the door, the Wu skirt mute woman's small face hesitated, but still raised her hand, over her shoulder.

The Qi refiner said casually, squinting at the Grade 1 Li boss with a severed arm before him, patting the sword box at his feet, and showing a kind smile:

The Qi refiner looked straight ahead, frowned slightly, and squeezed a voice through his teeth: "If I tell you to go, go, if you stay, don't drag me down."

Young Master caught up and tamed the beauty? The mute woman's body was tense.

And with Tanlang's personality, right now he...

"Come, come, come, let you all see something first, get familiar with it."

But he didn't expect that Liu Fu, who had been passively receiving moves, had his hair and beard all standing up, the vermilion spiritual energy in his eyes surged, and he rushed forward to delay Xie Lingjiang's pace.

Li Guo'er's tone was disappointed: "What else do you want to ask, hurry up and say it? I also have urgent matters, I have to go."

Li Guo'er said to the nervous embroidery woman: "Last time the Yunmeng Marsh flooded, my senior brother was saving the sluice at Aizi Sluice, in a critical moment, was it you who passed by the dam and drew your sword to save him?"

Seeing this, Xie Lingjiang didn't know that the group of people just now was half-true and half-false, letting her fight smoothly, deliberately delaying time, and even willing to consume the lives of the black-clad swordsmen for this.

Seeing the Wu skirt mute woman showing a look of difficulty, Li Guo'er explained: "Congratulations, Young Master, congratulations, Young Master!"

Embroidery woman also looked around, and said "Ah" lightly. It seemed to be sword light.

Getting an inexplicable reminder, Ouyang Rong was covered in cold sweat, didn't say a word, shook off Li Guo'er, and somewhat awkwardly escaped from the palace square.

Your delicate body stiffened, trembling from time to time, feeling your limbs soft and numb, very uncomfortable, carefully struggling, but the footsteps coming from outside the courtyard were already close, and the Qi refiner grabbed even tighter.

This Wu skirt girl looked a bit introverted and shy, Li Guo'er thought to herself, looked around, and her tone was hesitant:

Swish swish swish--!

Seeing her silly and cute, Ouyang Rong stopped, his tone closer: "Miss, why are you covered in sweat?" Ouyang Rong frowned.

Embroidery woman tilted her head, her expression confused. The next instant.

Embroidery woman opened her small mouth slightly and nodded: "Hmm ah."

It's just that I don't know why, it appeared in the Sanhui Courtyard of Donglin Temple, and now it has returned to the hands of the mute woman Embroidery woman.

Ouyang Rong didn't know the complicated thoughts of the Wu skirt girl before her; her gaze fell on the severed arm at Embroidery woman's feet, watched for a while, leaned closer, and her eyes brightened:

Li Guo'er waited for a while, seeing no answer, looking at the mute woman's eyes, she suddenly said: "Actually, I know you."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly pulled away, turned around and ran, actually feigning an attack to leave the battlefield. Embroidery woman was distracted, and her nose gave a light "Hmm."

"Of course, it's to appreciate it, my Xin Dingjian." "Don't be in a hurry, they will fall into my hands sooner or later."

Cornel Liu Fu.

The crowd, who were originally frowning, looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, only thinking that the time delayed just now was not in vain.

The Qi refiner's tone was unquestionable, his arm wrapping around Li Guo'er's slender waist.

Li Guo'er discovered that on the roof ahead, the girl who made her feel very close suddenly buried her head, and her ears were flushed red.

Even Embroidery woman could walk in the sunlight openly, without needing to hide, without needing to worry about being caught by the sect and senior sisters,

"It's the Yue woman! Run!"

Bei Tian Jiyang Courtyard, a small courtyard.

Ouyang Rong revealed seriously, but Embroidery woman gave a light "Oh," still didn't move, and turned her head to look at the surrounding Buddha halls.

"Don't move."

"Later I heard people describe your characteristics... Senior brother has a strong sense of responsibility, does things personally, thank you for your help, Miss."

"Young Master, don't be affected by these blind guys, today is a day of great joy!"

Ouyang Rong sheathed his sword and clasped his fists solemnly: "Many thanks for the reminder just now, Miss!"

"That's not what I meant." Ouyang Rong hurriedly explained: "Didn't say you were following me, Miss, don't misunderstand, you are naturally not a bad person, otherwise why would you save me just now, and... help draw your sword?"

"It's quite a fate..."